0 comments/ 872230 views/ 25 favorites Unexpected By: anon56212001 This story is true, I remember every detail. It illustrates that incest can happen to anyone, without warning under the right circumstances. My name is Robert. My wife Sherry and I have been married for 20 years. We are both 41 and met while in college. We have 2 children, both girls aged 16 and 12. Sherry is a great wife. Our home life is great and we have never had marital problems. I have never fooled around on her. Why would I, she is a very wonderful wife, mother and lover. I am an insurance adjuster for a major company. In September 1998, a tropical storm hit the Gulf Coast of my home state and I was sent down as part of the disaster response team. Normal procedure is to settle as many claims as possible as fast as possible. As a result we normally work from 8am to sunset. We rotate on a 16 day on, 2 day off, schedule and stay until we have either settled with all our policyholders or turned the claim over to a higher power for review. I arrived in the area on the 18th of September and worked the 16 day rotation. Normally I would have flown home for the time off, but the girls had a school trip on that weekend and Sherry was a chaperone. Sherry insisted I call her 61 year old widowed mother, Dot, who lived in a town about 2 hours inland from my assignment and spend the weekend relaxing at her house. I spoke with Dot on Wednesday night and told her I would arrive around 6 PM on Friday. She said she would have a home cooked meal ready. Dot and I had always had a good Mother-in-Law/Son-in-Law relationship. When Sherry and I were first married, I felt she disliked and resented me for moving her only child away from home to the big city. As time went by this went away. I can honestly say that I never had a sexual interest in the woman. Dot is a pretty woman, black hair with wisps of gray, great complexion, 5'5" tall and about 165 pounds. She has full breasts, a well defined waist line, well rounded hips and buttocks and very nice legs. She dresses conservatively, though not matronly. On Friday night I was treated to one of the best meals I've ever eaten. Dot and I talked for hours about family, old times and the recent storm damage to the area. At about 10:30 Dot insisted I turn in and get a good nights sleep. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I awoke at 9am on Saturday. I felt rested and refreshed. I took a shower and went down for coffee. Dot was reading the paper at the kitchen table. She jumped right up and got me coffee and started breakfast. After breakfast we talked about the kids and all matters pertaining to family and jobs. About 1pm I picked up the paper and went into the den. As I read the sports page I noticed the dog track about 150 miles away was open for the fall season. Knowing that Dot loved the dog races I went back into the kitchen and asked if she would like to go to the track. She got excited and remarked she had not been to the track since Sherry's dad died 5 years ago. Because it was night racing with an 8pm post time I told her to go pack some clothes and we'd make a night of it with dinner at the jockey club, the races and then stay over in a hotel. While I was on the phone with the hotel Dot came back into the kitchen. When she heard me requesting 2 rooms she interrupted me and said to just get a room with 2 double beds. She didn't mind being in the same room and there was no need to waste the money. I changed the room request and never thought twice about it We were on the road by 3:30. On the 2 1/2 hour trip we talked constantly about family and friends. When we arrived at the hotel, I checked in and we went up to the room. The room we were given had a king size bed, not 2 doubles. I picked up the phone and called the front desk requesting a different room. I was told that because of the storm, there were so many families staying at the hotel all the doubles were full and this would be the only room available. There were also no roll-away beds available. Dot told me not to worry I was like a son and she had no problem sleeping in the same bed with me. She then laughed and said when I saw her with no makeup I would probably want to sleep in the car. Dot said she wanted to take a bath and change. I went down to the lobby to get a racing form and give her a little privacy. We went to the track, had an excellent dinner and won about $200.00 between us. We had a great time. We got back to the hotel at about midnight. Dot turned the TV on and I took a shower. I put on my boxers and a tee shirt. I always slept in my shorts and no top but, I was concerned about being modest in front of my mother. When I came out of the bathroom Dot was watching TV and waiting to change into her night clothes. Dot went to change and I got in the bed. I turned the light by my side of the bed off and laid back watching TV. In about 10 minutes, Dot came out of the bathroom wearing a blue silk nightshirt which struck her at mid-calf. The best way I can describe it is that it looked like a baseball jersey with no sleeves. It buttoned down the front and was cut up the sides to just about the knees. It was not reveling or sexy in any way. She asked if I minded if she left the light on in the bathroom and the door cracked open so she could see if she needed to get up in the middle of the night. I asked Dot if she wanted to watch TV and she said no she was going to sleep but it wouldn't bother her if I wanted to. I said no and turned it off. Dot got into bed, said good night and I turned off the light. To be honest with you I never gave a second thought to being in bed with my mother-in -law. I went right to sleep. Sometime during the night I woke up. I was laying on back and Dot had her leg on the top of me with her lower thigh resting on my cock which was hard as a rock. Her arm was across my chest and her left breast was resting on my right biceps and her right breast on my chest. I lay there for a minute without moving. I could feel her pussy pressed tightly against my hip. I've got to tell you that I could not help being turned on. I laid there for a few minutes more in a very uncomfortable state, then just rolled over on my side thinking if I disturbed her she would turn over away from me. Instead she followed me and put her leg right over my right hip and her arm over my chest. She was holding me so tight I could feel both breasts pressed into my back and her soft, soft pussy jammed up against my thigh. I laid there for what seemed like a eternity. Dot never moved. It was apparent from her slow rhythmic breathing she was in a deep sleep. I tried moving again to see if I could get her to change positions. I rolled over completely, facing her. That did it, she rolled over on her back, but snuggled up and pressed her hip right up against me. All of the sudden she raised her legs and began to struggle with the covers pushing them down with her feet to partially uncover herself. After kicking off the cover, she lay on her back with her right leg bent at the knee and her legs slightly apart. I looked down and saw part of her right breast was exposed because two of the buttons on her shirt had come undone. Her shirt had ridden up to her waist and fully exposed her white panties. The mound of her pussy appeared massive under the tight fabric. I couldn't help myself. I had been gone from home for over 2 weeks. I my cock was throbbing. I rolled over and placed my leg over hers and my knee right on her soft pussy. She opened her legs further. My cock was pressed tight against her thigh. I began to move my leg ever so slowly in a way that forced my knee to rub her pussy ever so lightly. I placed my hand over her exposed right breast and cupped it ever so slightly, I began to lightly circle her nipple with my index finger and it began to harden. I was more excited than I had been in years, like a kid the first time. After about a minute she let out a small moan. I could have jumped out of my skin. I lay still for a few minutes and started to remove move my leg. When I raised my leg Dot turned on her side facing me and put her arm over me. She pulled me close and put her leg over me again. I was right up against her and my left arm was over her with my hand resting on her butt. I stroked her butt softly, then gripped it slightly and pulled her closer to me. My cock was pressed up against her pussy. I pulled back slightly reached down pulled my cock through the opening in my boxers. I pushed it down very slowly to come in contact with the softest spot on her pussy. I lay very still for a minute and then began to move my hips ever so slightly. Dot began to return my movements and her breathing became heavier. I softly rubbed her panty covered butt for a few minutes and then slipped my hand inside the panties and felt the smooth skin of her buttocks. Dot began breathing harder and moving slightly. I moved my hand from her butt to her inner thigh and felt the warmth radiating from her soft smooth skin. I slowly moved my hand up to the softness of her pussy. I slowly touched and caressed the outer panty covered lips. She slipped her other arm under and behind me and pulled me closer and held me tight. I moved my hand up and into the top of her panties sliding my hand down and began fingering her wet pussy. She began moving her hips in time with me. My cock was throbbing, I couldn't help myself, I reached down and moved her panties aside. She was so wet my cock instantly entered her. I laid there for just a few moments afraid if I moved I would come. In a brief moment of sanity I wondered if she was sleeping or pretending. Surely she couldn't sleep through this. She began to move ever so slightly. I slowly and gently rolled on top of her. She offered no resistance, and rolled unto her back. I fully penetrated her and began very slow rhythmic movements. She slowly raised both legs into the air and started to move her hips in time with me. The pace of our movements became quicker, we were both making love to each other. She came at least 3 times in the span of about 5 minutes of slow, soothing and very fulfilling sex. When I came, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. I do not know if it was the anticipation, fear, extended forbidden foreplay or just exceptionally good pussy. We both got very still. We laid there in each others arms, neither knowing or sure that the other was awake because not a word had been said. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity holding her. My cock still between her legs. I finally drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Dot was in the bathroom. In about 5 minutes Dot appeared by my bed with a cup of coffee. She shook me and said it was 11am and we better get moving because check out time was noon. I sat up on the side of the bed and Dot told me to go ahead and take a shower. She said she had placed clean clothes in there for me and she would pack up and be ready to go when I was finished. I went to the bathroom, showered, shaved and got dressed. I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life when I came out of the bathroom. I could see my life going down the tubes because I did something really stupid. Dot was busy packing up and she looked up at me and smiled. She said she had the best nights sleep she'd had in years last night. She was in a very cheerful and happy mood. On the drive back to her home we talked about the fun we had at the race track and the quality of the meal. It was as if she had no knowledge of what happened. But, she must surely know. I had dried sperm on my boxers. I came in her, she had to know something happened. Perhaps I had a wet dream. When we arrived at her house she made coffee and served me a cup. She excused herself saying she was going to unpack and put her clothes away. She went down the hallway and into her bedroom. I saw her come back up the hall with a laundry basket, open the laundry room door go in and return to her room empty handed. I got up went down the hall and into the laundry room. On the top of the clothes she placed in the hamper was the pair of panties she wore last night. I picked them up and looked at them. They were full of my dried cum. It was not a wet dream. I left shortly after that to return to work the next morning. Nothing was ever mentioned about last night. When I called Sherry on Sunday night she said she had just gotten off the phone with her mother. She said Dot sounded better than she had since her father died. Dot informed her she had a lovely time with me at the track and that she had gotten to know me better this weekend than she had in the 20 years we had been married. To Be Continued... Unexpected "I'm pregnant," came the words, shocking Tim, stunning him into silence, looking at the woman in the bed facing him. Beautiful, soft features with a cute button nose and loving green eyes looked at him, smiling softly to him. Something in Jenny's voice, soft as it was when they were alone together at night, always made him listen to her with every ounce of his being. Of course, when she'd mentioned only minutes ago she had something to tell him, not once did this idea cross his mind. In shock still, Tim only managed to stammer out, "You're sure?" Conflicting emotions inside kept him from saying much else, but instantly, he'd wished he could have taken back the words, as soon as they'd left his lips. What should I feel? he thought. Should I be happy that the woman I love is going to bring into this world our love child, or worried that someone will find out the baby's the baby of a brother and sister? When he'd spoken, the response from her was to turn over on her other side, away from him, even break the skin contact they'd enjoyed moments before. "You want to see the test?" she responded, annoyed and hurt. Putting their bodies back in physical contact with her, putting his arms around her, and giving a sensuous kiss on the shoulder, the gentle attentions did little to quiet her anger. "Baby, you know I love you, but this has consequence written all over it. Besides, I thought you didn't want to get pregnant, like you said a year ago when we'd gotten together?" Unexpected "Jen, this can't go on like this. It's all fun and good and everything, but we can't do this forever. You'll have to find someone else eventually, and I'll eventually have to get off my ass and find a girl to go out with." "Um, wait until we tell our parents, okay? I think you'll be more receptive after that." There was something she didn't want to say, but knew if she didn't, she might lose him completely at this critical juncture. "If you still don't want to, I'll understand, and even help you get Karla. Don't kid me, bro, I know you've been after her for awhile, and I know why she won't be what you want her to be." Hearing the name of his best friend felt so odd now, after the past few minutes of fucking his sister. "Well, I'll tell you what, sis, that was some really good pussy, and can't say I don't want more. You're sure mom and dad won't mind?" "Why should they?" was the cryptic response. "I love you, Tim, and I mean that, not as your sister, though I do love you that way too. I love you like a woman loves a man, like a lover." With the sudden change in his evening, he hadn't even really thought of her words too much, not the ones that mattered most, but now he could. And to his surprise, Tim found he felt the same way, maybe even always did. It never occurred to him just how alike his sister and his best friend really were, or how he almost completely respected Jenny's privacy, never bothering to try to catch peeks at her even at the stage when he begun to get really interested in girls. He decided to tell her this, even explaining maybe he did love her like she loved him. As soon as they could, now both completely naked, they went at it again, testing different positions, exploring new possibilities together. Finally, around midnight, they collapsed together in Tim's bed, cuddling together under the sheets. They slept an hour before the sound of the their father clearing his throat, giving off a warm smile as the two woke up slowly. Jenny, the first awake, just smiled up to her father before starting to drift off again. When Tim finally woke up to realize just who stood over the bed, he just froze in fear. "Da-dad..." he stammered at a loss for words. But his father just looked at him, patting him on the shoulder. "Just go back to sleep, it looks like both of you could use it after the night you've probably had. We'll all talk about this in the morning, if you still think you want to." Without saying anything more, he just strode out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door as he went. Unexpected I suppose in hindsight I must’ve known it all along. Call it pheromones, or woman’s intuition - it doesn’t matter. Either way, I must have known that he was not like any other man I’d ever met just by the way I found myself blushing at the sound of his voice. The way I turned into a giddy little schoolgirl in his presence. Me, the one who went all intellectual and logical around men…giggling like a damn teenage flirt. Of course it didn’t mean I had any intentions of following through on any of his thinly veiled invitations. No, this girl had sworn off men. Their selfish oh-gee-but-I-am-scared-of-caring attitude. Their I-can-only-be-truly-in-love-with-a-supermodel bullshit. Not to mention their I'll-sleep –with-you-but-don’t-expect-me-to-make-you-feel- anything way of turning a night in bed into a night I wished I’d spent washing my hair or de-clogging my sink. Don’t think I am bitter, oh no, just old enough to know that fairytales don’t come true. There was no prince on a white charger, I was no damsel in distress absolutely assured of rescue. But there was Nick, and his dark Latin eyes, and his soft Latin lips, and that skin - olive and smooth and well it was a case of lust at first sight. It wasn’t long before I was finding any excuse to be near him and he did everything to encourage it. I played the perfect helpless-female with no shame. It was ugly but I couldn’t help myself. I ran into him wherever I could. Good friends with an ear to the grapevine were very helpful. His favourite hangout was a beach near my apartment and so on the first sunny day armed with suntan lotion, a flattering outfit over my as-flattering-as-possible bathing suit, I set off to ambush him. Of course he was there, and throwing down my blanket and my pride I hit the sand beside him. He was all gentleman, eager to slather my back with sunscreen, brushing sand from my legs. He was diligent, remembering to get lotion under the edges of the suit, where thigh meets ass. He seemed to spend an awful long time getting those edges just right. I was afraid he could tell I was already getting damp there, and it was not from a dip in the sea. He undid my bathing suit straps and gave my back a good coat of lotion. I knew by the way that he deliberately returned again and again to the sides of my breasts that the attraction was mutual. I was one happy girl, let me tell you. While I was fighting the urge to roll over on this public stretch of sand and just let him go on with his breast-attention he leaned against my back and whispered, “Ever gotten an all-over tan?” I admitted I hadn’t, but the image of lying naked in the sun with Nick made my voice come out as a whisper. This man could have no doubt now that I was putty in his hands. “I’m house-sitting for a friend who has a perfect balcony for nude sunbathing…we could go there…” The words and the voice, husky and full of promise did me in. I was flowing. We packed ourselves up in record time and before I knew it we were standing on a secluded balcony high enough to offer fairly reasonable privacy. Nick pulled a couple of lounge chair cushions of their metal frames and tossed them down for us to lie on. “I’ll get us something cold to drink,” he said. “You go ahead and stretch out…” Swallowing a sudden case of nerves I hurried to shuck my clothes - and my modesty - and was primly stretched out on my stomach with my blanket draped across my ass. I would need Nick to apply sunscreen there before I could safely expose it to the sun, white as it was. I didn’t even have to ask. Nick put down the glasses, dug out the bottle and before I could even clear my throat to ask he was dragging the towel off my ass. The softness of the cotton gliding across my exposed ass raised Goosebumps. The idea of being so exposed to him sent shivers through m belly. Carefully and thoroughly he coated my backside. His hands were gentle, and his thumbs had a habit of slipping down the crack of my ass and drifting dangerously close to places even the sun couldn’t reach. He could have no doubt that I was aroused now. He could feel the dampness between my thighs, the smell of sex was already in the air. I imagined him taking a deep breath...smelling me. Images of a bull checking out a mare in rut crossed my mind. He was still clad in denim shorts. I closed my eyes, not wanting his caresses to stop and I didn’t have the energy to open them when they did. I heard the clink of ice in the glass and assumed he had stopped to take a drink. Silly me… I practically jumped to my feet as icy wetness hit the back of my neck. His other hand settled on the base of my spine holding me still. His laugh was so deep it vibrated against my skin. The ice made its wicked wet way down my back, along the riverbed of my spine and trickled into the furrow of my ass. I was squirming but the urge to flee had long disappeared. I could hear him fishing for another cube and the sound made my clit harden. The spasm it sent through my swollen pussy was almost as startling in its power as the ice had been. My nipples were already pressed painfully into the rough mat, hard and aching, and I didn’t know how long I could take his games before my body exploded. This ice cube took the same path as the other…but this time was followed by the hot stroke of a tongue…I was melting faster that the cubes. “Turn over,” he whispered, sending my stomach into spasm. I knew he had more ice in his hands…I knew where that ice was going. We hadn’t exchanged so much as a kiss and I was about to let him do this… Hell, I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. “If you want this, you have to turn over,” he whispered again. I knew this was the point where I could say no. I also knew I’d actually passed that point a long time ago. Keeping my eyes shut, I rolled, exposing pale breasts and hard nipples to the sun - and to the ice. The dripping touch of ice against my dry lips was welcome, he rubbed it over my lips, let it drip into my mouth, and then replaced it. With his mouth. The ice drifted down my collarbone, driven by his hand as he warmed my lips with soft nibbles and sucked my bottom lip between his teeth. I wanted to lift my arms. To grab him by the hair but I was too weak from the sensations of ice sliding towards my nipple and his mouth taking control of mine. He pulled away long enough to fetch a new cube, and I opened my eyes briefly. He was half-dressed and I was so close to coming that I knew it was going to happen long before he got naked, but I was past caring. My eyes closed again, as a shudder went through me. “Lift your knees…” His voice invoked spasms in my pussy. I planted my feet and bent my knees. Ice hit my other nipple, pressed tight against it by the heel of his hand until it was so aroused it was almost painful. My hips lifted of their own volition…begging for the ice, his hand, anything. “Spread your legs,” he directed, as the ice made a trail down my stomach, dripping into my bellybutton. My knees lost strength, opening me to sun, ice, fingers, eyes…my pussy was shameless. It didn’t care which. I heard a whimper…my own. Followed by his chuckle. I felt him move, heard the glass…fresh ice… He drew it down, over the curve of my mound, along the left side of my pussy, up the right side…avoiding my clit. Knowing somehow that one touch might set it off. My hips lifted again, trying to push the hard button of flesh into the ice that was making its roundtrip over and over. He kept the rhythm slow, steady, teasing me. Again and again until I thought I’d beg him to let me come. He stopped, as the ice cube dwindled into nothing and reached for another one, hard and wet from the glass. He used a hand to push my knees further then parting the lips I felt him push the cube between them just into the opening of my pussy, lodging it there, just inside where I was starting to feel spasms overtake me. I wanted to scream. Then the sensation of warm, flat tongue…sliding over the ice and up over the hood of my clit which felt like it was going to burst it was so hard. Over and over the sensation of wet warm tongue alternating with the cold… I bit my hand. Tried not to beg, His lips closed over my clit, sucked hard and flicked it once, twice, three times with the firm tip of his tongue and I was racing over the edge, pushing my pussy against his chin as I came. I rode the ebb as two fingers slid inside, unimpeded by ice, long melted. Before I could catch my breath his fingers found the spot buried deep against my walls and pressed. “That’s it…More…More...Yes!!!” I heard myself chant. Laying the flat of his tongue firmly against my clit he made a vice of fingers and tongue and I went back up, waves of pleasure so intense I screamed his name despite myself, hearing his muffled sounds of encouragement egging me on. He stayed there a moment, as the spasms died away, as if he knew how raw and almost painful the area was. Then, as my breathing calmed he moved up and gathered me in his arms burying my face in his shoulder. I was grateful for his sensitivity. My body and emotions were too charged for looks or words. I gave a shudder and let the warmth of his arms - and the sun - calm me. Then after a moment I moved away. With one hand I pushed him so he was lying flat and trailed my hand down his stomach, heading for the zipper of his shorts. He waited, a half smile on his face until I got to the snap, then he placed a hand over mine, stopping me. “What?” I asked, unnerved. What man isn’t in a hurry for this? He moved my hand down, over the zipper to where I was expecting to feel a bulge. Something seemed different, not quite right. It should be straining at the zipper, dying to get out. He held my hand there and looked me in the eye. “There’s something I have to tell you first. Then if you still want to…” If? I’d just acted shamelessly. What did he think would turn me back at this point? Was he married? I couldn’t think of anything else that he might think would do it. After all, it wasn’t likely he was going to confess to being gay…not after that last performance… “I was going to tell you before…but the ice…well…” he smiled, tried to shrug. “What is it?” I croaked, wanting to get this over with. He lifted my hand up and held it against his belly. “I’m not the same as other guys. I was born differently.” I didn’t know what to say, so I waited. “I was born with female genitals. I was born a girl by mistake…I’ve had surgery, that’s why my chest is flat, you can see tiny white scar lines if you look.” I didn’t look. My eyes were glued to his face. What other surgery had he had? Or not had…I was beginning to see where he was going with this and I wasn’t sure I’d like the answers. “But I didn’t like the risks of having a penis surgically made…so I took another alternative…” Alternative? “Testosterone…that’s why I have facial hair, a deep voice…” And? The thought did not pass my lips. They were too dry. “And it enlarged my clitoris into a penis…” His hand closed on mine and I realized that of course this was difficult for him. I lifted his hand to my mouth and kissed it. I didn’t know what else to do to help. I was still confused. But I was already becoming attached to him. My heart reached out to him. “It’s only small, three inches or so…I can’t…fuck with it like a real one…but this way I have sensation and I can make us both…” I cut him off by covering his mouth with my free hand. This person…this man…had just given me the best orgasm of my life. He did not have to reassure me that he could give me anything! I told him that, blushing all the way down to my breasts. Together we got his shorts off. He started to move as if to take control but I pushed him back. I was not brave but I was going to have to check this out, get comfortable with it. I moved down his body, kissing his belly as I went and when I got there, I took a close look. It did resemble a small penis, of course there was no opening, no true head. It looked rather like an uncircumcised penis. I ran a finger over it and he bucked, making a small sound that pleased me. Somehow they had made small, realistic balls out of what must have once been pussy lips. The thought caused me to take a deep breath. I’d never had bisexual fantasies… This didn’t strike me that way, anyway. It was something altogether different, new. I had to remind myself that they were balls, so I did what I thought wise, dipped my head and ran my tongue over them, taking them one at a time into my mouth. Nick reacted as any man would. He groaned, and his hand drifted to my head as though he wanted to hold me there. But he resisted the urge, perhaps afraid of scaring me. That made up my mind. I closed my eyes and went to work. I ran my tongue over his cock, noticing that it was getting harder, even growing a little. I closed my mouth around it, easy to do, and pressed it carefully to the roof of my mouth with the flat of my tongue. I gave it a strong suck, then flicked it with my tongue. Suddenly there was blur of movement and I found myself tossed to my back. Nick was grinning an almost evil grin, his eyes glazed with arousal. I had no idea what he had in mind, and I even doubted I had another orgasm in me after the power of the last one…but it looked like he was going to try, I could tell that. It was enough to cause my brave clit to raise its head in interest. Nick sat up. Turned me on my side. I was willing to let him take over…he had proven once that he knew what he was doing…I wouldn’t doubt him again. He lifted my leg, drawing closer, fitting the vee of his spread legs into the vee of mine. My leg was draped over his arm, spreading me wide enough that he could bring his pelvis, with its hard little cock up against my wet pussy. I could feel it brush the lips of my pussy, run over my hardening clit. Over and over he moved. Slowly, rhythmically, grinding our pelvises together, sliding his cock through the juice of my pussy up over my clit again and again until I knew it was going to happen again. I began to thrust back, the hard pressure of pelvic bones and hard cock rubbing sent me careening over the edge again and I could hear him urging us both on. He increased the rate of the thrusts, his own sounds of pleasure dragging me right along with him. I thought I would die from the waves of pleasure that washed over me. He held our pelvises tight against each other as our spasms died and we both collapsed back as our breathing slowed back to normal. After a moment he laughed, squirming up and pulling me into his arms. “I never put sunscreen on your front…I don’t want you to burn!” I hit his chest playfully…wondering if we could reach the sunscreen from where we lay. I had a feeling we were going to need it. Unexpected Edwin was definitely not the sort of guy I fell for. Not even close. I fell for wild boys who partied hard. Boys in black leather jackets with lots of tattoos and rings in their noses. The bad boys, the loud boys, the boys who knew where to find the best parties on Friday and Saturday nights. I knew they were trashy and rude, but I liked it. I couldn't help myself. I liked boys who blew me away with the pace of their passion; boys who left me breathless. Which pretty much sums up the reason why I found myself kicked out of art school at 19, moving back in with my dad, and accepting a job working with Edwin at his boring old bookstore. I took the job partly to keep my dad from wringing my neck, and partly because I needed the money so I could eventually move back out and have a real life again. Living with my dad was such a drag. I was really sorry about messing up college, but he wouldn't even listen to my apologies. He said I was a failure and wouldn't amount to anything else. He hardly ever talked to me anymore, spending all his time on the phone and computer with his new, long-distance girlfriend, Moira. And when he did talk to me, all he did was shout. All I wanted was to save enough money to get an apartment of my own, so I took the job at Edwin's bookstore even though I was sure I'd die from boredom. Edwin was really nice to offer it to me. He was my dad's friend from when they were kids and I knew he was doing my dad a big favor hiring me. I was also pretty sure I was the last person he'd imagined working there, me with my mismatched clothes and punk rock haircut, but he never seemed anything but glad to have my help. He treated me so kindly and with such respect it almost bowled me over. He was more than twice my age, had grey hair and glasses, and from what I could tell only had one hobby: reading. Definitely not the kind of guy I fell for, but I fell hard. The job itself was simple enough, working the cash register, answering the phone, and shelving orders when they came in. Mornings were busy with lots of people buying papers and magazines, but by the afternoon things got pretty quiet and Edwin and I would take turns watching the store while the other went to get lunch. When Edwin returned he sometimes brought back a few treats from a bakery down the block and we'd eat them together and talk. Maybe it was the pastries that started it, or the way he carefully asked about my experiences at art school without actually mentioning that I'd been expelled. Or maybe it was the warmth of his voice and the fact that he really listened to what I had to say, he actually seemed interested in my opinions and observations. He even remembered that I especially liked the hazelnut butter cookies and always included one when he bought a selection of cookies for us to share. Whatever it was, I found myself honestly enjoying the quiet hours at the end of the day and had no trouble getting up in the morning when my alarm went off, something I'd never really experienced before. Still, it took me by surprise when I realised, after working with him for four months, I'd been thinking of him as good-looking. I liked his olive skin and neatly trimmed, grey mustache. I liked how poised he was at all times, how even and sure of himself he seemed. So different from the swaggering self-confidence of the guys I'd known at school. I felt inexplicably drawn to him. Even his wavy, grey hair and the wrinkles at the corners of his honey-brown eyes made something stir inside me. Maybe, because he was not the sort of guy I fell for; there was no way I could see it coming. So much about him was exotic to me, so completely different from anything I'd ever known, I couldn't have predicted what would happen between us. It was a complete surprise at every turn, but not an unwelcome one. It was closing time on a Friday night, typically our slowest time of the week, and Edwin was busy shelving the last of a delivery that had come in. I was at the register waiting for the clock to tick to the top of the hour so I could close down the store. I watched him working, his reading glasses at the end of his nose, and felt a vague and unexpected affection building in me. I can't explain it, or how it managed to build to such a degree, but watching him working I found myself growing more and more attracted to him, more and more aroused by the thoughts I was having. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him, if it would be different than other guys I'd kissed. I wondered if he'd be slow and careful or if he was one of those guys who turned into an animal when he was aroused. What would it be like to be with a much older man, to be with Edwin? I stared and I wondered, secretly holding that thought in my head, when he turned and caught my eye, startling me out of my dream world, I could tell by the look on his face that he'd been aware of me staring at him. "Are you all right, Leah?" I blushed and quickly looked away, noticing for the first time that it was 5 minutes past closing. I hurried to switch off the computer and turn the sign to CLOSED; noticing with some alarm that my heart was beating hard and there was a growing heat between my legs. I grabbed the cash drawer from the register and slid out from behind the counter, heading to the office in the back of the store. I could see him watching me the whole time, his eyes following me over the tops of his glasses. My heart skipped a beat with the thrill and inappropriateness of it all. I carried the cash drawer to the office at the back of the store and heard Edwin turn his key in the front door, locking us both inside. I sat down at the desk and started to count out the cash, my fingers shaking, my mind racing, as I tried to keep track of the exact amount. I couldn't get my heart to slow down or the arousing images of Edwin out of my head. I took a deep breath and relaxed slightly. I closed my eyes but saw him in my mind. I snapped them open and grabbed the calculator, trying again to count out the change from the drawer. The phone rang and I heard Edwin answer it at the front of the store. I took a deep breath and started over, carefully counting out the dollar bills. "Leah?" Edwin stuck his head into the office and held out the cordless phone to me. "It's your father." he said, quietly as I took the phone. "Hi, Dad." "Hi, Leah, listen, I forgot to tell you Moira's here this weekend." he said quickly. I could hear the sound of water running the background and the clatter of pots and pans. "I'm making Shrimp Madagascar." he added with obvious pride. My dad almost never cooked for just us, but he loved to make big, elaborate meals for his girlfriend. "Oh." I said, slightly annoyed, but not sure why he was telling me this. "So do you think you can go out tonight? So we can have a nice night alone?" There was more pot-clanging in the background and I heard him swear under his breath as something dropped. "Go where?" I said, my anger rising quickly. I hated how he catered to Moira and expected me to just keep out of their way. They never included me in anything they did and I resented it. I knew I was being petulant but I couldn't help it. I felt left out. "You won't let me see any of my friends anymore." "That's not true, Leah." he said exasperated, "Call Amber or ... that other girl who lives in Redmond. Just find something to do so Moira and I can ... be together, ok?" he paused, waiting, while I said nothing. "Come on, Leah. How hard is it to do this one thing for me?" My temper flared. I felt like all I did was what he wanted and it made me so mad. "FINE." I said through gritted teeth, "Have a fucking fantastic time with your precious Moira." I pressed the OFF button on the phone, fuming, but my stomach knotted up immediately. I knew I'd be sorry for that last remark. I reached for the stack of dollar bills and started counting again, slipping the bills roughly through my fingers as I counted. Suddenly a wave of emotion hit me and I dropped the money, buried my face in my hands and began to cry. I hated my dad. I really did. I jumped when I felt Edwin's hand on my shoulder. I sat up quickly wishing I hadn't fallen apart like that. I wiped my eyes on the backs of my hands and tried to act like I hadn't just been sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry," Edwin said in a quiet voice, removing his hand from my shoulder. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just heard you crying and--" "It's ok." I said quickly, sniffing, still trying to wipe the tears from my face. I didn't want him to see me like this, crying over a stupid argument with my dad. I reached for the calculator and the pile of dollar bills I'd been counting, but my eyes suddenly filled with tears again and I gasped as a sob rose up in my chest. "What's happened, Leah?" he said in that same, quiet voice. It was so warm and gentle I turned to look at him despite the fact that I didn't want him to see me so ugly and upset. His face was full of concern, his eyes holding mine. "Oh nothing." I managed to say, trying to sound casual but feeling the tears coming again. "My dad is just a complete jerk." I said, my voice breaking as I started once again to cry. I swallowed hard as Edwin reached across the desk and pulled a box of tissues closer. He drew one out and handed it to me, leaning himself against the desk and watching me with that same, concerned look on his face. I thanked him quietly and mopped my eyes, looking away from his intense gaze. "Is it Moira?" he asked quietly. I nodded, wondering if he'd heard what I'd said to my dad at the end of our conversation or if he'd just guessed. I knew he and my dad had lunch together sometimes, so maybe my dad had told him Moira was in town this weekend. "He's making some kind of romantic dinner for her so he doesn't want me around to mess things up." I sniffed again and reached for another tissue. For a moment we were both silent then Edwin spoke, in a louder voice. "Well, I have thrilling plans tonight." he said, making me look up. "I was planning on having dinner alone." He smiled slightly, leaning forward just a little and whispered, "And then," he paused for a heartbeat, "reading a book." He lifted his eyebrows impressively and I laughed, despite myself. "Care to join the fun?" he said and my heart did a little flip-flop in my chest. I didn't say anything at first, but I looked at him and felt that same creeping arousal inside me. My dad's phone call wasn't forgotten, but all of the sudden it didn't seem so important. "I'd love to." I said, suddenly feeling quite breathless. "Well then," he said, his smile widening, "let's get that drawer sorted out." It was ridiculous how fast my heart was beating as we drove across town. Edwin's car seemed strangely intimate, and I could smell the faint scent of his cologne in the air. We talked very little, only to discuss whether we should pick up Chinese, Thai, or Indian take-out. I snuck peeks at his profile as he drove and found my arousal growing faintly. I let my mind run away with the idea that maybe Edwin had more than just a friendly evening in mind. By the time we got to his house with two sacks of curry in our arms, my anger at my dad was completely gone, replaced by a nervous excitement fueled by my imagination. Edwin's house was small but comfortable. Books lined most of the walls, the few places without bookcases held antique clocks and small, dark oil paintings. I peered at a seascape as I hung my jacket in the entryway, feeling a strange rush of affection for this quiet man and his simple life. In the kitchen Edwin set out plates and silverware, unwrapping our take-out at a small table by a window. When I walked in, he was taking wine glasses down from a cupboard. He turned and smiled at me. "I think beer goes better with curry but I'm afraid all I have is wine." he said, placing the glasses at the table. "We'll have to take our chances." I smiled and we both sat down, filling our plates with Indian breads and jasmine rice. Over dinner we talked about all kinds of random things, shifting from one subject to another with no real direction. I drained my wine glass twice, feeling tipsy and warm and happily lulled by the sound of Edwin's voice. It was soft and warm and gentle, calming and arousing at the same time. And when his kind, brown eyes met mine I shivered to my core. More than once he paused in the middle of a sentence, looking at me, slightly confused, and I realised I was just staring at him, staring and loving what I was seeing. I guess I had no skill at hiding my thoughts or feelings because at those moments Edwin would lose his composure and for a moment just stare back at me and swallow hard. After dinner he made coffee and we moved to a sitting room at the back of the house. He sat down first while I let my eyes roam over the titles of the books on some of his shelves. I hoped he was looking at me, hoped he had romantic intentions. I allowed myself a full minute with my back to him, feeling very happy in my fantasy world. I sat next to him on a long, brown leather couch and turned so that I was facing him slightly. "I think your father is going to ask Moira to move in with him tonight." Edwin said, taking a sip of his coffee. "What? Are you serious?" I asked, slightly shocked, my fantasy deflating. "He never tells me anything." I felt suddenly angry again. Irritated that Edwin was talking about my dad, irritated at what he'd said. "I don't think I can live with that woman." I said emphatically. "Is she so terrible?" he asked, that warm voice making me doubt myself slightly. "No..." I said slowly, "She's not terrible. I mean, she's just..." I searched my feelings, looking for the right words, "My dad just acts like she's perfect. He's always talking about how beautiful and stylish and elegant she is. And worse-- how she has these beautiful daughters ... these two beautiful, talented daughters." I continued, emphasizing the adjectives. "He acts like I'm the stupidest, ugliest thing he's ever seen." "He doesn't think that, Leah." Edwin said evenly. "No one could possibly find you stupid or ugly." "He does." I insisted. "He's so ashamed of me since I fucked up college so royally. I told him I wasn't ready for college, I wanted to take a year off and work, but he didn't listen. He never does." I put my cup of coffee down on the glass-topped table at our knees and put my face in my hands trying to stop the tears. I heard Edwin put his coffee cup down next to mine and then felt his hand on my knee. "I'm listening, Leah." he said very quietly, his hand moving up to my wrist, gently pulling my hand away from my face. I looked at him and saw so much sincerity there. My heart leapt in my chest and, despite my bitter sadness, I noticed with a keen longing that he'd moved closer to me, our knees were touching, and if I just leaned forward our mouths would be lined up perfectly for a kiss. I moved without thinking, my brain barely processing what my body was doing, and quickly pressed my lips to his. It only lasted a second, but the warmth of his soft lips under mine sent a shiver through me. He drew away swiftly, his face registering shock. "Leah!" He stared at me for a moment and then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he asked, "What are you thinking?" My head swam suddenly with so many different emotions. I felt aroused but foolish. I wanted him like I'd never wanted anyone else before but I wanted his respect too. With the boys I'd dated in college I'd never even thought about whether they liked me. If they'd wanted me, that was enough, but Edwin was different. I wanted him to like me, I cared what he thought. "I'm sorry!" I said, pulling back from him quickly. "I'm sorry. I just wanted-- I mean I thought... When you look at me sometimes... I mean, I..." I couldn't look at him now. I blushed, feeling stupid as I stumbled over my words. "I thought you liked me." I finished, knowing how weak and childish it sounded. Edwin exhaled in a strained way. "Leah." he said, making a sigh of my name. "I like you very much." He paused, and seemed to be thinking. "I do look at you, you're right. And I like what I see." I looked up to find a very tense look on Edwin's face. "You're beautiful. I don't think you even know how beautiful you are." His hand lifted slightly as if he was going to reach out and touch my face. He paused, his hand in mid-air, then dropped it and took my hand, looking into my eyes very seriously. "You're the most interesting and sensual woman I've ever met, Leah, but--" My heart beat hard in my chest. "Don't tease me..." I said, interrupting, unable to believe my ears. "Don't make fun." Edwin's face was just as serious as it had been. He gripped my hand slightly and I felt a lightness fill me as I looked into his face. "I wouldn't." he said gravely. I labored to understand what was happening, what he was saying. The warmth of his thumb stroking the back of my hand made it so hard to think. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I pulled his hand toward me, aiming for my waist, and stared at him, wanting him very badly. "Please." I said, moving toward him, "Please kiss me. Just once." I leaned closer, still pulling his hand to my waist. I saw him shake his head as I inched closer and closer to his mouth again but I didn't stop. I kissed him, closing my eyes and savoring the sensation of his mouth on mine. He reacted immediately, his hand sliding onto my waist, his lips opening against mine, sending waves of pleasure all through my body. He kissed me gently and I felt like I might melt in his arms. Then he drew away and our eyes met again. "It can't happen." he said simply. "We can't." "But why?" I asked, my voice on the edge of pleading. My body felt hot and weak. I wanted more of him. Everything he could give me. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything before. "Why can't we?" Edwin sighed shakily. "I'm 51 years old, Leah. You're only 19." He said. "And even if you weren't so young, you are my best friend's daughter." He paused for a full heartbeat, adding very quietly, "You are completely off-limits." I stared at him, hearing, but not wanting to understand. My body ached with longing. I noticed he still held my hand in his. He'd moved back from our kiss but our knees were still touching. If he didn't want this, he wasn't resisting very hard. I made a bold decision, shifted my weight and leaned forward again. I slipped my hand from his and moved it to his shoulder, pressing my lips to his once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him toward me slightly. I kissed him and he returned my kiss, his mouth slightly open under mine. His body remained rigid and still and when I broke our kiss and pulled back to look into his face I saw he was pained. "Oh, Leah." he said quietly. "We can't. Think of what it would do to your father." I looked at him for a moment. His brown eyes were so wide and warm, but his face was tense. He looked almost scared. "It's not any of my dad's business." I said. I moved toward him once more and allowed one of my hands to touch his cheek. It was so warm under my fingertips. I brushed it gently, feeling the roughness of stubble, and saw his eyes flutter just slightly. "Besides, I'm old enough to make my own decisions." "Are you?" he whispered. His tone was even but I knew he was thinking of my failure to make good decisions in college. And I knew he was right to question me. But everything about this was different. Edwin had a pull on me unlike anything I'd ever known. I wanted him so much, wanted to be close to him, wrapped in his arms and covered with his kisses. Arousal surged in me, making me draw a quick breath. I pressed my hand to his cheek and he half closed his eyes, his chest heaving slightly. "Oh Leah." he murmured, his eyes closing completely as he lifted his hand to cover mine. Unexpected For a moment he just held my hand against his flushed face, then he turned his head and pressed his lips into my palm. "I do want you." he whispered into my hand, his eyes still closed. He kissed my palm again and I sighed with delight, my heart beating harder again. "But it's all wrong." he said, his hand falling away from mine. He turned his face back toward mine and opened his eyes. He looked so unhappy I couldn't bear it. I knew I was risking complete rejection but I almost didn't care. I dropped my hand to his necktie, leaning forward again, and as I pressed my lips to his once more, I began to loosen the knot. Edwin didn't stop me. He kissed me back, gently. Encouraged, I slid the knot down and worked my fingers around the top button at his collar. I felt his hand on my arm, not pulling me away, just touching me. I drew back enough to meet his eyes and saw nothing there telling me to stop. And so I didn't. I kissed him again. I touched his lower lip with my tongue and heard his quick intake of breath when I did. I kissed him with more passion and felt with a thrill of excitement that his hand on my arm had moved to my waist and was urging me nearer to him. I undid one button and then another and let my fingers slide inside the collar of his shirt, up and around his neck, delighting in the way his skin felt against mine. Against my mouth, Edwin moaned very slightly, both hands at my waist, pulling me even closer toward him. Everything happened so quickly then. I don't think either of us could have stopped it if we'd tried. We kissed with an increasing intensity, and one of his hands roamed from my waist down my hip and thigh, very gently caressing. I loved the contrast between his gentle stroking hands and his now forceful kisses, each touch sending waves of excitement through my whole body. All thoughts of my Dad's anger vanished in an instant and I lost myself in the sensations that were coursing through me as we kissed. I drew my mouth from his and trailed light kisses along his jaw then down under his chin, pressing my open mouth to the throat I'd just bared. I sucked lightly, hearing him moan again, the vibration of his voice against my lips, a delightful buzz of desire. His hands moved back up my waist, under my shirt, and spread out across my back, his palms pressed tight against my skin. I continued to kiss and suck at his neck, working the buttons through their holes as quickly as I could. At the same time I was rising from the couch and moving toward him, pushing him backwards, climbing onto my knees beside him. I moved my mouth from his neck and kissed him hard, pressing him into the back cushions of the couch. I pulled at his now unbuttoned shirt, trying to free it from the waistband of his pants. I reached between us, finding his belt and began to slip it from its catch. I worked it free from his belt loops, letting it fall onto the couch beside us. I found the button of his trousers and began to undo that too when Edwin withdrew his mouth from mine and gasped, "No, no. Not here." He moved his hands from beneath my shirt and sat up slightly. He paused, looking at me, and suddenly he smiled and cupped my cheek in his hand. He looked much more composed now, no longer troubled. His eyes were warm and clear, full of admiration, and for a moment he held my gaze. I thought he might say something just then, but he didn't. He just sat looking at me, a slight smile on his face. A contented smile. If this had been a date back at school, the guy would've had me pinned to the floor with his cock out by now, trying to get inside me, desperate to get off. But Edwin just sat at looked at me, smiling, his hands now resting lightly on my waist, and it was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced. I smiled back at him and lifted my hands to the top button of my shirt. I watched as his eyes followed my fingers. I worked steadily but not too quickly, until I'd gotten all the way down and then I slowly drew the front of the shirt apart, revealing a black, cotton bra. He took a deep breath and I shivered with the thrill of what I'd just done. He stared, his mouth just slightly open as if he was having trouble breathing. Then his hands moved from my waist and he gently slid the fabric of my shirt down over my arms, letting my shirt fall to the floor. His eyes moved over the outline of my bra and the newly bared skin, and I felt another shiver pass through me as he moved his hands up my bare arms, stroking lightly. I reached behind my back and undid the fastener, slowly removing the soft fabric from my breasts. I saw his eyes move from one to the other, his breath shallow, as I let the bra drop to the floor. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, placing my hands on his and moving them to cover my breasts. He moaned against my lips and I felt his hands close just slightly around my breasts. I pulled back and watched his eyes drop down, now removing my hands from atop his. He slid them aside, his fingers framing my nipples, and gently caressed my skin, his fingers moving now and again to touch my nipples directly. Each time he did, a strong surge of arousal swept through me and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. "Let's go upstairs." he murmured, his eyes still on my breasts, his fingers sliding over my skin. I slid from his lap and he stood with some difficulty, pausing to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt and slip his arms from the sleeves. He let the shirt drop to the floor, on top of mine, and took my hand, leading me toward a set of stairs around the corner. As we climbed my heart raced fast and I could feel the wetness between my legs, a slight pulsing delight. Edwin's bedroom was simple and clean, with a large, white bed in the center of it. My heart jumped at the sight of it and I squeezed his hand in excitement. He drew me into his arms then and kissed me, pulling me so close I could feel his erection pressing against my belly. I slipped my hands under his thin, white undershirt and felt the heated smoothness of his skin. I couldn't help but shiver at what was happening. He pulled away from me and moved toward the bed, sitting down on the end to remove his shoes and socks. When he sat up I saw his erect cock pressing against the front of his trousers and longed to know what it looked like, what it felt like in my hands. Without thinking, I knelt in front of him and reached for his waistband, managing to quickly undo the button, now using both hands to grasp the zipper. He took my hands quickly, crying, "Leah!" in a slightly alarmed voice. "Not so fast." He smiled slightly and my disappointment faded immediately. He leaned and kissed me and then pulled me up onto the bed with him, laying me down on the cool, clean surface. He moved over me slightly, his knee sliding across my thighs, pressing me into the softness of the mattress with his weight. His hands stroked my arm, his fingers slipping up and over my breast, teasing my nipple lightly. I reached down and pulled his leg higher, parting mine slightly, and let it slip between my thighs. Edwin reacted immediately and I felt his weight shift as he moved above me, pushing his knee firmly between my opening legs. He was above me now and I slid my arms around his neck as we kissed for a few minutes, his hands roaming over my waist and hips. It was sensuous and slow-paced, much slower than any love making I'd ever done. I felt drugged and blissful, my arousal a low pulsing current inside me. When he broke our kiss and drew his face back, his warm eyes on mine, I felt another rush of affection for him. I studied his lined face, the grey hairs in his eyebrows, and the loose skin at his cheeks; so different from the guys I'd been with before. I suddenly wanted to see the rest of his body, to examine it and compare it to what I'd known so far. I slid my hands down and under the fabric of his undershirt, pulling it upwards, over his belly. He understood and obliged me, sliding off the bed and peeling the shirt from his body. I sat up on my elbows and watched more thrilled by his curly chest hair than I thought I'd be. I wanted to touch him, to feel what his chest felt like under my hands, but when he leaned over me and his hands went to the waistband of my jeans, my heart skipped a beat; temporarily distracted. I lay still, propped up on my elbows, and watched as he carefully unbuttoned my jeans all the way down. His face seemed tense now, his brow furrowed, his jaw set. When he'd done the last button his fingers curled under the top of the waistband and he began to work the jeans down, over my hips. I lifted myself off the bed slightly, helping him slide them lower, over my backside. Then he was sliding my legs out, his warm hands gentle on my naked skin as he held one knee then the other as he drew the legs of my pants off, over my feet. His eyes swept upward, scanning my legs, and stopped abruptly and I knew he was staring at my panties. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic straps around my hips and began to push my panties down. I saw Edwin swallow hard, his eyes watching carefully. I lifted my hips off the bed again and rolled the fabric down, slowly revealing the triangle of my pubic hair to his eyes. The look on his face was a mix of rapture and pain. He reached forward and very gently helped lower the fabric, down and down until I could feel it brush against my heels as Edwin removed the thin fabric entirely. His eyes were focused between my legs, at the curly dark hair, and I shivered with anticipation. Edwin placed his hands on my knees and drew them apart very slowly. I'd never experienced a longer moment. I wanted to take over and spread myself wide, but I knew it would be better like this, moving at his pace, letting him lead. He exhaled slowly and with obvious strain as his fingers moved upward, now spreading across my thighs, still urging them to open wider. I could feel the wetness and heat between my legs and knew the outer lips of my pussy were on display. Without lifting his eyes, he whispered, "Are you sure about this, Leah?" His voice was low and full of desire but I could see the restraint in his face. Even still, his hands moved upward until he was only an inch or two from my pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from his palms. "I'm sure." I whispered back, wanting his touch so badly. His hands moved up in unison and I felt his fingers on the outer lips of my pussy, touching so gently goose bumps spread all over my body. "So beautiful..." he murmured and I opened my eyes to see a reverant look on his face. He seemed like he was in a trance as he watched his fingers moving along my pussy. I closed my eyes and tried to picture what he was doing; his fingers opening my pussy lips, his thumbs dipping into my wetness and sliding along to touch my hard clit. I jumped. Even the slightest touch was like an electric shock. My whole pussy ached to be stroked and filled, but Edwin only slid his fingers along my slit lightly, teasing me. I arched my back and pushed my head back into the mattress, wanting a more direct touch, wanting him inside me. When he removed his hands from my pussy and let them slide slowly down my thighs, I opened my eyes. He was looking at my face again. "It's not too late to stop." he said but I saw his hand at his zipper. I shook my head and tried to smile at him, but my heart was suddenly beating hard and I couldn't tear my eyes from his hands which were getting ready to push his trousers from his hips. He paused as if he was still waiting for my answer, and then he lowered the fabric, dragging both his trousers and his boxers over his hips and down to the floor. I slid to the edge of the bed, sitting up and, as he stepped from the pool of fabric, reached out for his cock. He gasped but didn't push me away. I looked up at his face, wrapping my fingers gently around his erection, and studied his expression. I saw some fear there, but more than anything, desire. I looked back down to his cock and tilted it away from his belly, toward my mouth. I saw his stomach contract as he drew in a sharp breath and I knew without looking that his eyes were wide, watching as I leaned forward to close my lips around the head. "Ohhhh Leah" he moaned and I felt him steady himself, his hands resting gently on my shoulders. A thrill surged through me as I heard him moan, as I tasted the saltiness of his precum. I laid one hand on his hip, my other hand stroking the shaft of his cock as I licked all around the head. I could hear his halting breath above me and his strangled voice as he repeatedly whispered my name. It turned me on so much to think he was watching so intently, and that it was exciting him as much as it was. I took him into my mouth little by little, until I couldn't take any more. Then I drew back slowly, my lips tight, applying pressure at the base of his cock with my fingers. I worked my way back down again, my tongue moving in waves along the underside of his cock. I sucked him slowly and found the ache between my legs growing more intense. Edwin continued to moan softly. Then his hands moved to my head and he stroked my hair as I sucked him in a slow and steady rhythm. I took him deeper and deeper each time until his cock touched the back of my throat and my nose touched his warm pubic hair. I did this several times and each time he groaned as I reached the limit then drew my lips back off again. When I moved my mouth from his cock, using my hand to continue the stroking, I looked up at him and saw that his face was a mix of intense emotion. He looked blissful but dazed, full of longing and pleasure and need. "Don't stop, Leah." he said, breathlessly. I felt his fingers in my hair and the gentle pressure of his hands as he urged my mouth back to his penis. I opened my mouth and began to suck him again, in an even rhythm until I felt him moving against me, pushing his hips toward me, feeding his cock into my lips. "Ohh Leah. That's so nice..." he whispered, his hands gently holding my head. "That's so nice...ohh my." His voice touched me like a hand. Just the way he said my name made my heart race. I felt weak and yet fully aroused, my nerves at attention while my mind wandered, lost in a soft and warm world of delight. I'd given more than a few blow jobs in my life but this was so much more than that, so much more than just sucking a cock. Edwin's soft moans, his obvious pleasure, made me ache with intense desire. When he asked me to suck him deeper, I happily obliged, relaxing my lips and letting his cock slide down my tongue. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the heat and hardness of him, concentrated on letting him slide further back, deeper inside. "Mmmm... that's it," he moaned. I moved carefully, inching my way down the shaft of his cock, the sound of his voice filling my head. "Deeper, sweetheart." I felt my throat begin to close, the reflex taking over, and then it softened and the tip of his cock went further back, pressing against the softness at the back of my throat. "Ohhh, Leah," Edwin groaned and I felt his fingers gripping my head. He shivered, his legs trembling just slightly. I drew my mouth back slightly then began to slide forward again, inching his cock down toward the back of my throat. He groaned my name again, sounding like he was in pain, as my throat relaxed and he slid in, as deep as I could take him. We both paused, his hands tense as he held my head. I could hear his unsteady breath. I concentrated on holding my breath, trying to give him time to enjoy the sensation of having his cock buried in my mouth. It seemed like several minutes that we just stayed like that, his cock pressing against the back of my throat until I moved slightly and he released his firm grip on my head, allowing me to draw my mouth from his cock and take a few deep breaths. I took his penis in my hand and stroked it as I looked up at him. "Ohh sweetheart." he whispered, his eyes dark and wet. He looked as if he might cry. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before in a man's face; so much vulnerability. He reached down and helped me to my feet, gathering me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my bare breasts against his warm chest. We kissed with rough desire, Edwin pushing his tongue between my lips. I kissed him back just as eagerly, hoping he enjoyed the taste of himself on my lips. I pulled his head toward mine with one hand, crushing my mouth to his. With my other hand I reached between us and started stroking his cock as we kissed. He groaned and slid his hands down to my waist, then lower, his fingers spreading across the flesh of my ass. We continued to kiss hungrily for a while, our breathing growing faster until I pushed him away abruptly and climbed onto the bed. I loved the feel of his cock in my hand, the warmth of his palms on my ass, and the taste of his mouth against mine, but I wanted him inside me too. I wanted it more than anything else. I reached for his hand and he moved beside me. I pressed him down onto the surface of the bed and quickly straddled his hips, pressing my wet pussy against his cock. He shifted to the side a little, his hands on my hips, and the length of his cock slid between my pussylips. I groaned and reached down between us, wanting him inside me as soon as possible. I clutched his cock and lifted my hips just enough to position myself, his cockhead pressing against my cunt. He gasped, "Oh god! Are you sure you--" and I slowly slid down, taking him inside me an inch at a time. As excited as I was, it took a few minutes for the full length of his cock to penetrate me. I moved up slowly then down again, working him deeper inside me each time. Edwin's hands rested on my hips, gently steadying me. His eyes were wide, watching my face. I continued to move up and down, my whole body tense, until I felt the softness of his belly against mine and the heat of our bodies pressed close. I exhaled, not even realising I'd been holding my breath, and suddenly felt fullness and the slight throb in my pussy. I started to move slowly at first, raising myself up with my legs, drawing my pussy off Edwin's cock then lowering down again. He gripped my hips in his hands and supported my motions as I rode his penis in a slow, steady rhythm. My breasts bobbed as I moved and I felt Edwin's hands slide up to cover them, his hot palms pressed against my aching nipples. Already the sensations were building between my legs and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. Edwin's hands caressed my breasts, his fingertips stroking my nipples as I continued to bounce up and down, moaning as my excitement built. I'd never had a sexual experience like this before. I couldn't believe how good my body felt, how aroused I was. "Ohhh Edwin... it feels so good." He slid one hand back to my waist while he continued to stroke my nipple. He held me tight, supporting my motions as I rode his cock. I closed my eyes for a moment and listened to his rapid breathing and the creak of the bed as we fucked. It was more exciting than anything I'd ever imagined. I could feel my pussy slowly tensing as I neared another orgasm. "Touch me, Edwin." I whispered. "Touch my clit." I heard his sharp intake of breath and then felt his hand leave my waist. I kept bouncing, riding him, as his fingers located and began to stroke my clit. An electric shock of pleasure zipped through my body and I cried out without meaning to. "Oh YES, Edwin." I opened my eyes and saw the intense desire in his face as he stroked my clitoris, his wrist at an awkward angle. I rode him as hard as I could, raising myself up on my knees and sliding down swiftly over his cock. With each descent a wave of pleasure shot through my cunt and down my legs and I heard my own unconscious grunting. Beneath us the bed squeaked in rhythm with our motions. Unexpected "Yes, sweetheart..." he whispered, watching my face as my orgasm got closer. That's it, Leah." His voice was smooth and velvety and so gentle. It clashed with the lusty moans and grunts I couldn't help making, but the contrast just turned me on even more. I bit my lip and arched my back as a tingling sensation began building inside me. "I'm going to come!" I almost shouted. "Edwin, I'm going to come." He continued stroking, his fingers on my clit and my nipple at the same time as I clung to his shoulders for support. I squeezed by eyes shut, concentrating hard as Edwin's voice filled my ears, his words were sharp and quick. "Yes, Leah... yes." His fingers pressed hard against my clit as he said this, and I pushed against him, burying his cock inside me. "Come, sweetheart...come." My pussy began to convulse then and I shook as I pushed down against his stroking fingers. I felt the thickness of his cock inside me as I came, my pussy squeezing again and again. The sensations were intense and sudden, spreading out from my cunt and breasts then cycling back each time my pussy convulsed. I groaned and swore, my head rolling back and forth as I came, the orgasm lasting so much longer than any I'd had before. When the steady pulse had slowed, I dropped my head to his shoulder and very slowly moved my pussy up, sliding it off his cock almost all the way. I felt my cunt clutch at him and I slid down quickly, urging one more pulse from my vaginal muscles as I did. I groaned against his shoulder as the throbbing stopped and my wet cunt relaxed. Edwin moved his hand from between my legs and cupped my face, bringing it to his so he could kiss me. I could smell my own wetness on his fingers and I could feel his rigid cock still inside me. I started moving again, riding him as we kissed feverishly. He held my hips as I moved, and then suddenly he pulled his mouth from mine, took me by the waist, and began to draw me off his cock. "Lie down," he said almost sharply, adding, "On your stomach." I moved from his lap and did as he asked, stretching out on the white bed, immediately feeling his warm body straddling my legs. He put his palms on my hips and gently lifted them and I suddenly felt the hardness of his cock between my ass cheeks. I moved back against him, raising my hips a little more. He positioned himself and in one swift movement he entered my pussy from behind, burying himself inside me. A low moan escaped his lips and for a moment he just held himself there, deep inside me. He bent over me so he could slip his hands around to cup my breasts. His fingers found my nipples and now it was my turn to moan. Everything Edwin did was right. He seemed to know how to touch me, to turn me on the most. When he started to push himself forward and back, I turned to look over my shoulder at his face. He looked slightly dazed but he met my eyes and smiled slightly, his hips beginning to move a little faster. "Oh God." he moaned, "Oh Leah, you are so beautiful." I arched my back and pressed my ass against his thrusting hips. It felt so good. His fingers stroked my nipples in time with his hips, thrilling my whole body from head to toe. I reached down and touched my clit and began to finger it. "Oh yes, touch yourself, Leah." Edwin panted, suddenly increasing the intensity of his thrusts. He covered my hand with one of his own, his index finger sliding into my wetness right on top of mine. He pressed against it, his finger matching my strokes. I could feel his panting breath on my back and the unbelievable sensation of another orgasm building inside me. Edwin straightened up quickly, his hands suddenly grabbing my hips, and he began to push himself into my cunt in long, rough strokes. I heard his hips slap against my ass and each time he grunted, his fingers digging into my flesh. I stroked and pinched my clit, wanting to come with him still inside me, wanting to come along with him. He filled me again and again, the rhythm gaining speed as he neared his climax. It was fantastic, far better than anything I'd ever experienced before. His grunts were so unexpected, so out of character for Edwin, and they turned me on incredibly. I crushed my head into the mattress and pinched my nipple, my other fingers still working hard at my clit, and braced myself against his urgent movements. Edwin moaned my name and I felt a surge between my legs. My pussy convulsed rapidly, clutching at his moving cock. It was a small orgasm but it was thrilling and I bit my lip hard, still stroking my clit as my pussy throbbed and throbbed. Edwin kept thrusting hard, moving even more quickly than he had been and I knew he was on the brink of coming too. I wished I could turn and look at his face, to see his eyes when he did finally come, but he was pushing against me so hard I could barely keep my balance on the bed. When he finally did come he groaned my name in a strangled voice and buried himself deep inside me. I felt quick, light spasms inside me and the tremble of his hips as he pressed himself as deep as he could. He seemed to hold himself there for a few long minutes and then he drew himself out, exhaling loudly, and collapsed on the bed beside me, pulling him toward me in a sweaty embrace. My heart was hammering from having just orgasmed myself and from the thrill of what we'd done. I relaxed in his arms and let him kiss my face and throat, his hot breath painting my skin. His hands roamed all over me, touching my breast, my belly and thighs, then dipping down between my legs to just barely touch my still sensitive pussy lips. We lay together for a while as our breathing slowed down. Edwin continued to stroke my skin lightly, sending chills across my flesh, while I lay trying to remember if I'd ever felt more alive, more satisfied. Unexpected Addition This story, along with the previous three, relates the mostly true adventures we shared with Bret and Denise, an attractive, sexy couple we had the good fortune to get to know, and then visit at their beautiful townhouse in our favorite party town, Key West. The stories are based on real events, but with some embellishment to make them more fun and interesting. These are my first posts here, and it didn't occur to me to collect these tales in a series. But they do describe a related chronological series, and are probably best enjoyed by reading them in sequence. I would suggest that you start with "Tight Squeeze." The next in the series is "Denise Gets Warmed Up," followed by "A Revealing Night at the Restaurant." That will bring you to the opening scene of this story. I hope you enjoy reading about these events as much as we enjoyed living them! These stories contain strong elements of exhibitionism, group sex, candaulism, and both male and female bisexuality. ***** Bret finally found his keys and opened the back door of the townhouse. He led the way in, his erection bobbing in front of him. Laura had stripped completely nude in the cab and stayed that way for the short walk to the door. Derek, Bret and I were all still wearing shirts, but were naked from the waist down. Laura followed Bret. She had one hand behind her, firmly wrapped around Derek's hard-on, leading her new boy toy inside. Denise was next, blouse hanging open, pert nipples peeking into the dim evening light. I was behind her with my hands on her waist, my stiff cock tucked up under her short skirt, lightly touching her ass. We entered the kitchen and once inside, Bret took started making us drinks. While he was doing that, I took off my shirt and turned Denise around to face me. I pulled her close and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth and I felt the moist velvet of her tongue rising to meet mine. I rubbed my stiff dick against her bare midriff, feeling the sexual charge of kissing her while I was naked and erect and she was still somewhat clothed, however scantily. Bret stopped what he was doing and turned around to watch us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him take off his shirt and begin stroking his hard-on. He enjoyed watching Denise have sex as much as I liked watching Laura. He masturbated for a few moments, pumping his fat cock at the sight of us. Then he came up behind her and put his hands around her to cup her tits. He squeezed her nipples and lightly kissed her neck. The wet tip of his erection brushed against my hands, which were caressing his wife's still lightly clothed ass. He pulled her blouse off, and I opened the zipper on her skirt and let it drop around her ankles. We squeezed her between us, both of us kissing her and nibbling her neck and her ears. Her nude body squirmed against us in anticipation of her upcoming gangbang. Laura had pushed Derek up against the counter and was slipping his shirt off of his shoulders. She leaned against him, pressing against his cock so that it stood upright between them, and flicked her tongue over his nipples. His hands slid down the naked skin of her back, following her curves. His fingertips found and then traced the crack of her ass, reaching through to her pussy. She threw her head back in response to his touch, and arched her back to push her cunt against his hand. She cupped his balls in one hand and put the other behind his head, pulling his lips to hers. Their tongues danced together in an open, wet kiss. As she leaned back to kiss him, I could see her erect nipples lightly touching his chest, and his round, shiny cockhead, like a pink golf ball, pressed between them. My cock surged at the sight of her nakedness against his, and his fingers exploring her most intimate crevices. They looked like pure sex, and I knew she was going to have fun while Bret and I fucked Denise. We walked into the living room area, and Denise plopped down spread-eagled in the armchair. "Come here, boys," she cheerfully called to Bret and me, her outstretched hands reaching toward us, ready to receive our manhood. We took positions on either side of her and each placed our package in a waiting hand. She gripped our balls and pulled us close to her face, and, as if on cue, we each took the other's pole and guided it to her mouth. We rubbed our dicks together against her lips and tongue, Bret maneuvering my cock to his wife's mouth and me steering his. She took both of us in her hands and rubbed the heads of our cocks together on her lips. Laura had taken a seat on the couch and was watching us while Derek attended to her sexual pleasure. She looked like some ancient queen being tended to by her naked sex slave. She was laying back with her legs spread wide, Derek at her feet on one knee, his cock standing at attention, fingers buried in her swollen pussy, mouth suckling on her nipple. She was being well serviced by her young stud. She knew I loved to watch her and she smiled at me as Derek sucked her tit and finger fucked her. He moved his mouth down her belly to her mound and started to lick and nibble around her shaven vulva. She turned and lay lengthwise on the couch. She threw one leg up over the back of the couch and put her other foot on the floor, making the wet sweetness between her open legs available to him. Derek positioned his mouth over her waiting slit. She turned her hips slightly toward us and looked to make sure I was watching. With the angle she was at and the openness of her thighs, I could see his tongue penetrating her. They were an extraordinarily sexy sight. She looks spectacular, especially for her age. Her body is well toned, with a flat belly, firm tits, and long shapely legs. He was a good looking kid, somewhat slight but well built, with longish hair. They looked great naked together, their positions indicating that she was firmly in control of their sex and using him for her gratification. He was lying on his side, his naked torso facing us. I admired his long, stiff cock with its bulbous head, and his balls hanging in a neat package against his thigh. The thought crossed my mind that his cock was in some ways opposite of Bret's. His long, somewhat thin shaft terminated in an oversized, very round head. Bret's was very thick at the base, and tapered down to a normal sized, maybe even diminutive, head. Laura had told me how much she liked the way the girth of Bret's base stretched her cunt when his cock was all the way inside her. I found myself hoping that she was planning to fuck Derek, too. I had pretty much decided that I would fulfill her expressed desire to let him come in my mouth, but first I wanted to see him bury his hard tool in her pussy. I turned my attention back to our sexy hosts. Bret was holding his dick against mine and rubbing it on Denise's lips, and I was doing the same with his. I pushed Bret's cock into his wife's mouth and leaned down and kissed her, a wet, open-mouthed kiss that included Bret's erect member. I wrapped my lips around Bret's rod and Denise's lips met mine from the other side. I followed his shaft with my tongue inside her mouth to the head of his cock. She pushed the tip toward me so his dick slipped out of her mouth and into mine. I sucked him into my mouth, tasting his slightly salty precum and the musky flavor of his shaft. Denise's hand wrapped around his enormous base, guiding him in short thrusts as I did my best to masturbate him with my tongue. Keeping his dick in my mouth, I glanced at Laura. She was really getting to love guy on guy sex and was watching me lustily as she rhythmically thrust her cunt against Derek's face. Her hands were on his head, pulling him into her snatch, and he was cupping her ass, holding her up as she rode his mouth. He was probing her asshole with a thumb while he explored her pussy with his tongue. I put on a little show for her with Bret's cock, knowing it would turn her on. She licked her lips as she watched me caress the head with my tongue and run my lips down the length of his shaft. My hand joined Denise's on his balls and I pulled and pushed him in and out of my mouth in a fucking motion. I wasn't as good at that as Laura, but I could see that she liked watching me try. We maintained eye contact while I licked and sucked Bret and Derek licked and sucked her. That was clearly having the intended effect and her eyes glazed and her nipples visibly stiffened. She humped her pussy on his face and I watched Derek's thumb plunging deep into her, fucking her ass as she built to her climax. She moaned loudly, and her body shuddered as waves of orgasm swept over her. "Oh, my God, Denise, you're right. This guy is a great pussy-licker!" Laura said, catching her breath. Derek was between her open legs, lightly kissing her snatch, his hands still cupping her ass cheeks. I had stopped sucking Bret to watch Laura cum, and he and I, along with his wife, were now watching the sexy couple on the couch. Laura raised up slightly. "You can get out of my ass now, Derek," she sweetly told her young lover. He put his other hand on her pussy and pushed his thumb into her, gripping her mons from inside and out, as if to get leverage as he pulled his other thumb out of her rear. She pulled him up to her and grabbed him around the neck. His face was wet with her sex and she brought his mouth to hers and kissed him. "You taste pretty sexy!" she said, running her tongue over his lips and chin. "I taste like you," he replied, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She threw her legs around his waist and pulled him tight up against her. His stiff dick was hanging between them, pointing straight at her gaping pussy. He moved up, bringing his dripping cockhead into contact with her protruding lips. She rubbed her clit up and down against his tip and he pushed back, humping her slit. He maneuvered so that his rod lined up with her open cunt and pushed forward. The slickness of her vagina was evident as I watched his entire length easily disappear into her. She stiffened as he penetrated her, raising her pussy to meet him. He started fucking her with slow rhythmic strokes and she raised her hips in a matching rhythm, hands on his ass, pulling him deep inside. Suddenly her eyes widened and she pushed him back, causing his cock to slip back out of her hole. She slipped out from underneath him, said "I'll be back," and darted up the stairs. He looked at us quizzically, his abandoned hard-on twitching. "Don't worry," I told him. I knew she wouldn't waste this young, stiff cock. "She'll be back." I turned my attention back to the couple in front of me. She was massaging my member with one hand and was holding her husband's erection in front of my face with the other, clearly waiting for me to resume my fellation of him. I obliged her, cupping his balls and pulling him into my mouth. As it slid deeper through my lips, I could feel the widening taper of his shaft that Laura so enjoyed in her pussy. Derek moved across the floor to the chair and buried his face between Denise's open legs. She let out a sexy little whimper when he found her clit with his tongue. Moaning with pleasure, she joined me in licking her husband, and we shared his stiff cock between us while Derek sucked her box for the second time that evening. After a minute, I felt a mouth joining Denise's hand on my dick. By process of elimination, I knew either Laura had returned downstairs, or our surfer friend truly was bisexual. The beard stubble I felt against my leg made it unnecessary for me to look. He seemed to be as experienced at cocksucking as he apparently was at cunnilingus. Bret saw what Derek was doing and got down on the floor next to him, his face lined up with Derek's erection. Derek stopped sucking me and looked down briefly and smiled as Bret took his cock in hand and began nursing on it. His practice on me seemed to be making Bret more expert at blowjobs. He massaged Derek's balls with one hand and gripped his shaft with the other, limiting Derek's thrusts into his mouth to a depth he could handle. I turned and got on my knees to afford Derek easy access to my manhood while he fucked Bret's face. Denise leaned forward in the chair to see the daisy chain forming on the floor. "Too hot!" she exclaimed. She grabbed my arm. "Do Bret," she said to me, pointing at her husband's stiff but now unattended phallus. I got into position on the floor with them and once again took Bret into my mouth, completing the circle. This was a somewhat different position than I was used to, and I watched Bret's balls tightening as I did different things to his penis with my lips and tongue. Derek was a very talented cocksucker, and I tried to mimic on Bret the things I could feel him doing to me. "Oh, my, this is nice," I heard Laura say. She had returned and was standing over us. I glanced up and from this angle found myself looking straight up into her engorged pussy. Her inner lips were distended and swollen and her erect clit was peeking out. She was holding a couple of condoms in her hand. Bret and Denise had been cleared with us, as we had with them, for unprotected sex. But now we had a fresh, unknown penis in our midst. A surge of lust swept through me with the realization that Laura had gone upstairs to get condoms because she intended to continue fucking Derek. I felt a twinge in my cock at the thought of watching her fuck him and I pushed my rod deeper into his mouth. "OK, my turn," Denise announced. She stood up and pulled Bret and me up off the floor, and sat us on the couch. She stood directly in front of me, a vision of female perfection. She was very pretty and her small but perfectly shaped breasts were sporting beautifully erect nipples. Her lightly furred mons gave way to a perfect vulva, and her inner labia barely protruded from her slit in a fleshy frill that hinted at the warm, wet delight inside. She got up on the couch with her knees on either side of me, her pussy close enough to my face for me to smell her sex. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her slit, pushing inside to find her swollen clit. Her wetness had that thick feel and taste that women get when they are very, very turned on. She reached back and took my erection in her hand. She pulled her snatch back from my mouth and positioned herself over my hard-on. She leaned over to Bret and put one hand on his shoulder. She brought her face close to his and sweetly asked, "Honey, would you help to put this cock in my pussy?" Both of these women could make the notion of slutty ooze with class. He smiled at her and replied, "Anything for you, dear." He wrapped one hand around my balls and the base of my shaft and spread her lips with his other hand. He held my erection upright as she slowly lowered herself onto me. Laura had taken a seat on the couch on the other side of Bret. She was facing him with one knee up, her foot on the couch so that her pussy was spread open. She had both hands in his lap, lightly stroking his cock and balls as she watched me penetrate Denise. "How romantic," she teasingly said at the sight of Bret guiding my cock into his wife. Derek was behind Laura, reaching around her to cup a breast with one hand and the other between her open legs, massaging her swollen labia and visibly erect clit. It looked like he was humping his erection against her ass and back. Denise eased all the way down my considerable length and rocked back and forth against me in a slow grinding fuck. My shaft was bathed in her wet warmth and the end of my cock bumped against her cervix. She put her arms around her husband and kissed him as she fucked me. "His cock is so long, I think he's gonna come out of my mouth," she told him between kisses. A coquettish look came across her face. She put a finger on his chin and looked at him flirtatiously. "But he's not as big around as you. I think there's room in there for more." She looked down at the stiff cock in Laura's grip. A steady stream of precum was oozing from the tip. Denise collected some of Bret's sticky moisture on her fingertip and rubbed it on Laura's lips. "Would you get him ready?" she said to Laura. "We would love to," Laura replied, emphasizing the 'We' and glancing back at Derek. She leaned down and licked the fluid from the end of Bret's cock, then took his erection deep into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his shaft and caressed his balls. Taking her hint, Derek moved his hand from Laura's tit to Bret's cock. "Wow!" he exclaimed when he felt how much girth Bret had at the base. Laura lifted her head up from Bret's dick for a moment. "It's incredible," she said. "You wouldn't believe what that feels like in your pussy." "I can imagine," he replied. He pumped Bret's cock with one hand, his other was still in Laura's pussy. He was pulling her close and rubbing his hard-on against her ass. Laura turned back to Derek and flicked her tongue over his lips. "Taste him," she said. He leaned down and ran his tongue over Bret's cockhead. Laura joined him, her tongue meeting Derek's at the tip of Bret's cock. Their tongues and his dick seemed to be dancing in their own hot little threesome. Laura looked up from Brain's lap and leaned close to Denise. Her mouth was wet with Bret's precum. "It's ready," she playfully told Denise. Denise turned toward her and took her face in both hands. "Thank you," she said, and kissed her, licking her husband's cum from Laura's lips and tongue. Then she turned to Bret and took his face in her hands. She gave him a soft wet kiss and said, "Fuck me." Bret got up and stood behind his wife. I was piercing her with long, deep thrusts. He reached down stroked my balls, then ran a finger along her pussy lips and my cock, exploring the point of our sexual contact. He got on his knees and leaned down into her. He licked her ass and then his tongue wandered around my scrotum. He gently took my balls into his mouth, moving in rhythm with our fucking. He tried to push his tongue into her, along the underside of my shaft, but couldn't seem to get too far. He licked the base of my cock where I was entering her, getting Denise and me well lubricated so he could slide his dick in there, too. Meanwhile, Laura had turned back toward Derek. Bret getting off the couch left her sitting next to me with Derek on her other side. I watched his hands wander over her nakedness, caressing her stiff nipples and exploring the wetness between her open thighs. He ran his fingertips between the folds of her pussy, tweaking her clit and slipping his fingers deep into her slick vagina. She was kissing him and cupping his balls with one hand, and stroking his shaft with the other. She ran her fingertips around the bulbous head, and played with the drops of precum collecting at the tip. She pulled him up to his knees so that he straddled her, his cock lined up with her mouth. She kissed the tip, coating her lips with his wetness. Then she sucked in his hard shaft and he began to rhythmically pump his cock into her face. Bret was now on his knees behind Denise, inserting his thumb into her pussy alongside my cock, making room to put his dick in, also. He brushed the tip of his cock on my balls as he lined up with her opening. I eased my cock out to give him some room, and he laid his stiff rod up against mine. He wrapped his hand around both of our dicks and squeezed us together. In concert, we pushed our cocks into his wife. She moaned in pain and pleasure, and I could feel her pussy lips tightening around us as we got deeper and our combined girth stretched her. Meanwhile, Laura eased Derek's erection out of her mouth. She opened a condom and placed it in her mouth, holding it between her lips. She pulled his cock back up to her face and positioned the rubber at the tip, rolling it out along his shaft with her teeth as he slowly re-entered her mouth. Talented girl, she is. Once she had the condom on him, she pushed him to his knees on the floor in front of her. She slid her ass to the edge of the cushion, and spread her legs wide, offering her open pussy to him. He teasingly humped his sheathed shaft on her engorged inner lips, sliding it back and forth on her slit. She looked insanely hot, spread open with Derek between her thighs, his hard cock rubbing against her wet pussy. I reached over, grabbed his erection, and guided him into my girlfriend's cunt. I pushed his large, round cockhead into her swollen labia and he plunged his dick into her, penetrating her with the full length of his member. She gasped as he filled her, and grabbed his ass, pulling him in tighter. He held her waist and started fucking her with long, deep thrusts. I kept my hand on her mound, playing with her clit and feeling the hardness of his shaft as he pumped in and out of her. Unexpected Addition Denise was fucking Bret and me, but only about halfway down my cock, which is considerable longer than Bret's. She was picking up the tempo, though, and we were getting a little deeper with each thrust. I was playing with her nipple with my free hand, and Bret had reached around her and was massaging her clit and my shaft as we fucked, just like I was doing with Laura and Derek. Then, with one big thrust, she pushed back against Bret and me and both cocks were all the way inside her. She moaned, getting Laura's attention. Laura responded to the sensuous sound by reaching over and pinching Denise's nipple. Denise returned the favor, and leaned toward her and planted her mouth on Laura's in a passionate kiss. They took turns sucking each other's tongues and playing with each other's nipples, all the while riding our cocks. Laura's hips began rising up to meet Derek's thrusts, and I knew this was her prelude to yet another orgasm. I could feel her pussy lips tighten around Derek's cock and she began to shudder. I pushed down on her mons, pressing her clit hard against his shaft, and she came loudly, her pussy squeezing Derek's pole. He fucked her more energetically, his dick plowing faster and deeper into her pussy. He looked like he was going to come when she stopped him and held him deep inside her, still shaking with her orgasm. When her spasms subsided, she pulled his face close to hers. He squirmed, his cock deep in her pussy, wanting to come. He started to thrust into her again and she wrapped her legs around him and held him still, not letting him move. She kissed him and nodded at me. "I want you to cum in his mouth," she said to him in a dark, sultry voice. The moment had arrived. I thought I would need to be pretty horned up to take a guy's cumshot in my mouth. Having her legs wrapped around Derek's waist turned up Laura's bottom enough for me to clearly see his cock buried deep in her pussy, his full sac resting against her ass. The sight of Laura's pussy and/or mouth full of cock has always excited the hell out of me. Bret and I were squeezed tight inside Denise's pussy, our shafts rubbing together as we fucked her. I couldn't imagine my cock being more stimulated. I was extremely turned on by the sights and sounds and sensations around me. This seemed to be as good a time as any to suck off a cock. Derek got on his knees on the couch next to our trio. His erection stood straight out in front of him, and I looked at the large head, anticipating what was about to happen. Laura positioned herself next to him so she could guide his cock into my mouth. She pulled the condom off, and his precum glistened on the shiny head. She cupped his balls with one hand, and sucked the middle finger of her other hand into her mouth. She reached behind Derek and pushed her wet finger into his ass as she offered his erection to me. She guided his hard cock into my mouth, and I could taste his semen as he began thrusting with preorgasmic energy. Denise smiled at this new addition to our grouping and ran her tongue along Derek's cock, tracing a line along his shaft from my lips to Laura's hand. Still fucking his ass with her finger, Laura pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed it toward Denise. I watched his large cockhead slip between her lips. He shaft disappeared into her mouth as she sucked him deep. He began fucking her mouth and it occurred to me that every cock in the room was now inside Denise. I thought that maybe he would cum in her mouth when suddenly I felt his cock back on my lips. I opened my mouth to accommodate his entrance just in time to feel jets of warm cum hitting my tongue. Denise pushed harder against Bret and me, obviously delighting in having two cocks buried in her pussy, and as turned on as Laura at the sight of a cock cumming in my mouth. She pushed her clit harder against my shaft and her husband's fingers, then tensed up, arched her back, and shook with a loud groan. That was enough to get both Bret and me off, and I could feel his cock pulsing against mine as our wet warmth filled his wife's pussy. I closed my lips around Derek's still erupting cock, gagging slightly as he ejaculated what seemed like an endless stream of semen. I had swallowed his initial load, but now as his orgasm subsided I was able to hold the last few spurts of jism in my mouth. Denise collapsed on top of me, and Bret on top of her, our cocks still entwined inside her sopping pussy. Laura brought her face close to mine and gently pulled Derek's spent manhood from between my lips. She parted her lips and kissed me, and I pushed the salty blob of Derek's sperm into her waiting mouth. She hungrily swallowed his cum and sucked my tongue as if looking for more. At that moment, it occurred to me that she had often done that to me, kissed me with her mouth full of someone else's cum. She seemed to take just as much delight in doing it this way, and so did I. It felt like we had opened a new sexual frontier for ourselves. Suddenly, Derek jumped up in a state of mild panic. "I have to go back to work," he exclaimed. He grabbed his keys and bolted out the door. We all looked at each other and broke out laughing. He hadn't gotten dressed. He was still buck naked, his clothes on the floor next to us. We heard the cab start outside and start to pull away, and then a squeal of tires. A moment later, a nude and somewhat flushed Derek rushed back in the door, looked at us with wild eyes, grabbed his clothes, and ran outside again, still naked. We heard the cab pull away before he had any time to get dressed. "I hope he remembers to put some clothes on before he picks anybody up," I said. "It might be kind of fun if he doesn't," Denise replied. "Yes, he's a young man of many talents," Laura said wistfully, lightly stroking her freshly fucked cunt. Bret and I were still inside Denise, the three of us enjoying the intimacy of our softening cocks nestled in her cum-filled wetness. She wiggled her ass and pussy against us. "These guys are pretty talented, too," she said. "They are," Laura agreed. She turned to face us on the couch, resting her chin on one raised knee. Her open, wet pussy looked well-used. "Now you got your double fuck, but we're out of balance again," she said to Denise. "You had two cocks in your pretty little twat, and another one in your mouth. That's three. I only got two. I need to catch up. I want three cocks in me." Laura usually gets what Laura wants. I sensed that another adventure might be in store. Stay tuned. Unexpected Adventure After walking for almost half a morning, she came accross the most perfect place to sun bathe. The little cove looked deserted. The sand was marked by the sea and wind only. The wavelets lapped gently at the waters edge. No where were there any signs of recent human habitation. Thankfully she removed her daypack, putting it in the shade under a rocky overhang. Spreading her towel, she decided to first have a swim before settling down. Taking another quick look around and still seeing no one, she walked to the water and waded in. The sea was calm and the water deliciously cool. She lazily splashed and dived, marveling at the fishes which swam right up to her. Coming out of the water, she scanned the beach and the cliffs raising around the cove and not seeing another human, removed her bikini and spread it over a rock to dry. Before lying down she spread sun screen all over, lingering over her sensitive areas, imagining the fingers belonging to another. With a sigh she eventually lay down to enjoy the sun on her body. Lying down on her back, she could feel the sun warming her body. Stretching her arms above head, she spread her legs to feel the sun all over. With her eyes closed to the sun, it was not long before she fell asleep. She was not aware of the canoe rounding the cliffs and beaching. Neither was she aware of the man who considered this cove his. He had never before ever encountered anyone there, and at first was very put out to discover that he would be sharing the cove with someone else. Walking silently closer he took his time to observe the woman lying in the sun, in her sleep she had turned and he admired her neat bottom and long legs. Looking higher up between her legs he felt desire awakening. Taking off his t-shirt and swimming trunks he settled down to watch her as she slept on, blissfully un-aware of his gaze. Turning over again, she was unaware of the impact her naked sundrenched body had on him. He gazed with desire, drinking in the way her breasts lay round and firm with nipples erect, her flat, unmarked tummy, his gaze travelling down to her smoothly shaven mound. The lips there swollen in the heat, with the inner lips just just peeking out, calling to be licked and gently sucked. In her sub-consious she might have felt his gaze, as she slowly lifted a hand and placed it over her mound, her one finger lazily burrowing between the lips. This being more than he could stand, and with his member now fully erect and swollen, he walked over to her, gently removing her hand, he lowered his head and gave her the most gentle of kisses. Shocked at his own daring he sat back on his haunches and taking the wetness off the tip of his penis, gently placed it on her. She moaned slightly in her sleep and arched her back very slightly as if inviting him to continue. This time he lay down beside her and gently nuzzled and fondled each breast, taking care to make his touch as soft and erotic as possible. Leaving soft kisss all the way down from between her breast to just above her mound, he then gently slid a finger between her lips. Feeling her wetness and finding her swollen clit which he gently massaged. She moaned and arched her back, very definitely asking for more, but still she slept on. He wondered how far he could go before she woke, thereby deciding to take his time and enhance both's pleasure. His erect member was throbbing for attention. Taking some of her wetness he rubbed some over his penis. Gently rubbing himself with one hand, he let his other flutter over her breasts, down to her mound and clit, each time bringing up some of her juices. She moaned again, arched her back and then fell down with a suddenness, causing him to look at her face. She had awoken and was looking at him in fright. Leaning towards her, he whispered that he meant no harm and only to give her pleasure. She gave a quick look around and his nakedness and erect manhood, seemed to reassure her. He took her hand and put it around his erect penis. She felt the velvety hardness of him, using her thumb to use the pre-cum as a lubricant she slowly let her hand slide up and down. Using his hand he rubbed her clit while sucking and gently biting her breasts. Her nipples were hard in his mouth. He could hear her breathing change and using a finger inserted it into her, feeling her wetness and her desire. She was now arching her back with more and more regularity, her breath started coming in short gasps and she was gripping his penis, pulling him towards her. He could feel a sudden flooding in his hand and then the grips as she orgasmed. Her body arching and shuddering as her orgasm took over. He waited until she was spent and looking mutely at her waited for the slightest of nods and feeling her tug at his engorged penis. He lowered himself over her and hesitated just for a second before entering, feeling the hot wetness of her surrond him. She rose to meet him and he was glad that he had pleasured her first as his orgasm exploded very soon after entering. He lay spent over her. Feeling the hot rays of the late afternoon sun. Unexpected Aftermath I felt a flush of relief when I felt the thump of the wheels touching down. The little commuter prop plane had been moaning and groaning for nearly an hour, the passengers lit up by flashes of lightening outside over and over. There was just eight of us on board, plus the attendant. Normally the flight would be full but obviously a lot of folks had canceled. For days the reports of the class 5 hurricane had been head line news, so here I was, feeling stupid. "We need you down there if you have to walk!" Headquarters had told me. Great. We had long since lost the cabin lights, and every few seconds it felt like the bottom was dropping out of my seat, then we were slammed upwards. I was grateful that I always keep my seat belt firmly in place when in the air, earlier we had hit a heavy stretch and one man further back had gotten sick and tried for the toilet, ending up face down in the aisle. Two other passengers grabbed him and kept him from more harm. He somehow managed to get strapped back into his seat, his head bleeding. There was a spattering of applause when the plane lurched but then settled on the ground. The pilot had been very busy and his skill had gotten us on the ground in one piece, although at the time I wasn't real sure where. It sure as hell wasn't Shrevesport. I knew that since we had diverted North that probably there wasn't much left of Shrevesport now. That had been one hell of a storm, we had even missed the worst of it. The flight attendant's face was pale but she was doing her very best to cover it up, as she explained that a vehicle would be coming to take us all to some hotel. I sat there waiting, thinking of my wife Mary and my two kids and how I wished I was home in my warm bed with her. I was the luckiest man in the world to have her. At my age of nearly 65, finding a pretty woman in her early 40's to love me was a blessing. We had been married for more than a decade, and two fine sons were the result of our union. I know damn good and well that several times had I looked out the window I would have been looking straight down, but I couldn't see the ground anyway, everything was pitch black. Except for the frequent flashes of light and the roar of the struggling airplane, it was like we were in a coffin. I knew it had been very close to being exactly that. As we went down the ramp to the tarmac I shook the pilot's hand, he grinned at me but I noticed his face was soaked in sweat. "Good job." I told him. He just smiled and nodded. The "bus" arrived in half an hour, it turned out to be what looked like a repainted UPS van. Eight of us all held hands in a human chain as we made our way to the vehicle, the wind screamed by at what had to be close to a hundred miles per hour. I saw several men busy lashing down the airplane's wheels out of the corner of my eye as we all climbed into the van. The van was bouncing up and down but as soon as were started to move it got quieter. I looked around at the faces with me, they were all looking shaken. I probably looked the same. No one said anything at all. The "hotel" turned out to be a single story concrete structure, thank God it looked to be solid as a rock. There were some trees down out front, we made our way past them and inside. The rain was so heavy it was difficult to take a breath. Once again we held hands as we struggled to get inside. I am pretty good size, 6 foot and around 220 pounds, so I held the door against the screaming wind as the other passengers made their way past. Inside, it was much better, just the whine of the wind and roar of the torrential rain was all I could hear. At the counter, a skinny young lady was writing down names and giving the others their keys. The lady in front of me looked to be a bit disheveled, her hair wildly askew and she was soaked to the skin like all of us. I had spotted her earlier, pretty, well dressed, obviously a Corporate type. Corporate just like me, I head up a team of trouble shooters for my company, which is what I was doing on the damn airplane in the first place. I had tried to retire but the company would have none of that, giving me a large boost in pay and some stock options to stay on. Now I wasn't sure where the hell we were and I didn't care, all I wanted to do was get into a hot shower, then go to bed. I could still hear the storm outside, but this building was strong and it all seemed to be far away now. The skinny lady finished checking the others in and had just handed a key to the Corporate lady, then as I stepped up to the counter she looked at me in chagrin. "I am sorry, that was our last room, we can make up a bed for you here in the lobby, it's all we have." I just looked at her, sighed. The other lady looked at me and then down to the key in her hand. "Oh, no, why don't you share my room with me?" The lady said with a smile. "I don't think...." Was as far as I got. "I insist, it will be fine. We just have to make the best of this." She turned to the woman on the counter. "Don't you have a spare bed you can roll in?" She asked the counter girl. "Well....yes, we do, if that's all right." She flashed me a big grin. "Great! Come on, I'm Jean." She reached out to shake my hand. "I'm Dan. Are you sure? I don't want to..." I shook her hand, it was soft and perfectly manicured. Even with her hair everywhere and her makeup running, the lady was very pretty and very young. "Oh, sure. It's no problem, this storm is really bad and we are all in it together. Let's just make the best of it." She said again, flashing that confident smile. "Well. OK, thank you." I told her. We made our way down the hall, there was a courtyard in the rear so we had to go outside but the walls kept most of the wind off of us. We did get another soaking though, but since we were both completely wet it didn't matter. Jean got the door unlocked and we went inside. There was one medium size bed, a TV set that very likely wasn't going to work, a table and a chair. The single room had a tiny bathroom with a shower off to the side, plus a small cooler that had a lock on it, that was it. "Oh, wonderful! We got the executive suite!" Jean said, laughing. She set her purse down, began going through it, using a small hand towel to wipe everything dry. All I had was my laptop in it's case, and the clothes on my back. I found another towel and wiped off my case, then I dried my face and hands. "Our suitcases are on the airplane and I will bet they aren't going to show up." Jean said. "Not very likely." I answered, listening as a particularly heavy wind gust hit the building. The lights kept flickering, I realized that the building was on generator power. "We better clean up and dry off as soon as we can, we could lose all power any moment." She said. "Where do we....?" I asked, looking around. All there was was four walls, sparse furniture, and the tiny little bathroom. There was no real place for any privacy at all. "I think we just have to make do, do you mind turning your back?" Her hands went up to the buttons on her blouse. I flushed, realizing, but I turned the chair away from her, draped a towel over it and sat down. I heard the rustling of clothing, then the door to the tiny bathroom closed and the shower started. "We have hot water!" I heard her call out. "I will be quick so I don't use it all up." After a few minutes I heard the shower shut off, the door opened and she came out. "Are you decent?" I asked, still sitting with my back to her. "That's what they tell me." She laughed at her own joke. "You can turn around, I have a towel on." I glanced at her, she had a small towel wrapped in her hair turban style, and a larger bath towel wrapped around her body. It was big enough to do the job but barely. This was surprising, she seemed to be completely relaxed about being all but naked with a total stranger in the room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing her hair, the towel was tied across her bust and hanging there somehow. There didn't seem to be any hint of sag, she looked to be slender and in shape. I noticed the muscles of her upper arms were well defined, she obviously worked out. Yes, very pretty, I noted, and in shape. I took a deep breath and averted my eyes, after all, I am human. "Everything is soaked, I stacked the towels on the counter in there and used the towel racks to hang them up to dry out. I left space for...yours." She looked me up and down, my face flushed slightly and she grinned at that. "I...well, I guess I should shower." I started to take off my shirt, hesitated. "Please, let's just relax, I have seen men before, I am married." She said, looking me up and down. "Me too. Can you..?" I asked, suddenly shy. "Sure." She turned sideways on the bed, went back to drying her hair. The towel slipped down slightly, baring her right breast for a moment, she tugged it back into place. I slipped off my shirt, then stepped into the bathroom and stripped down the rest of the way, it was awkward because there was barely room in there to do it. There were two towels lying there, I saw her clothing hanging from the towel rack. A totally sheer thong hung from the metal bar, I didn't see a bra. I hung my clothes up also, hopped in the shower and soaped up. That was as far as I got, the lights went out and the shower stopped running. Apparently the water system ran off of a pump somewhere. "Shit!" I exclaimed. The bathroom door opened, there was a bit of light from outside but not much. There I stood behind the shower curtain all soaped up, no way to rinse off. "I thought this might happen, she said, so I ran some warm water in the sink." She picked up a washcloth and dipped it, slid the shower curtain back and handed it to me. Then she picked up one of the drinking glasses and scooped up some water, poured it over my soapy head. It was so close to dark in there that I knew she could barely see me. After a half dozen repeats of that, most of the soap was off of me. Then the lights came back on and I was blasted with a shot of cold water and some air came shooting out of the nozzle as it built up pressure. "Shit!" I yelled again. Jean giggled, then reached over and picked up one of the larger bath towels, held it up for me. I wrapped it around my waist, hers had slipped down again so she tugged it back up and went into the other room. "Sorry." She said over her shoulder. "No problem." I answered. I dried off as best as I could, then went out and stood in front of the radiator. Jean had it turned up full blast even though it really wasn't cold. Just then there was a knock at the door, I opened it and the skinny girl from the counter stood there, she was pushing a little cot on rollers. I saw that it was all wet, this was looking to be an unpleasant night. She was soaked too, the rain was still coming down in torrents. The wind seemed to have eased some, though. "Are you folks managing OK?" She asked, pushing it into the room. She looked sideways at me standing there wearing just a towel around my waist, then at Jean sitting on the bed. She grinned for a moment. I was wondering what she was thinking but there was nothing I could do about it. "Yes, fine. Hey, is there somewhere to get some food?" I asked. "The restaurant is closed, they can't cook on just generators, sorry. Everything downtown is closed too, there is high water." "Oh. Well, we will make do." "There are some snacks and things in the cooler, your room key works it." She said, glancing at Jean who was now brushing her hair. That made her breasts bob up and down, the small towel was threatening to fall off of them again. "Oh. OK, thanks. We will manage." I told her. "Enjoy your stay." She said automatically, then she left. I managed to not laugh at that one. I looked at the narrow cot, it was just a foldout canvas between two braces. I reached out and felt it, sure enough it was damp. I guess I let out a sigh. "Nobody can sleep on that thing, why don't you just share the bed with me?" That surprised me. "I don't think..." "Oh, don't be silly, we are both adults and we are both married so it doesn't matter. We are just going to sleep. Besides, you seem nice, if anything comes up we can just say you are my Grandpa!" We both laughed at that, Jean did look to be in her mid thirties. "Neither one of us have any..." "Clothes?" She laughed. "I sleep nude anyway and besides, I have seen men before. Besides, I am getting sick of yanking on this damned towel. I really would put something on but everything is wet." "I can wear my underwear." "Those will be soaked and nothing is going to dry out with this humidity. Relax, I won't look." She grinned, looking me up and down as I stood there with just the silly towel wrapped around my waist. "Well, all right. If you are sure?" "I'm sure, you seem to be a nice guy and won't take advantage, will you?" "No." "OK, then. Besides, it's hotter than hell in here!" She jerked the towel off, then dropped it on the chair. Then she began to brush her hair out again. "I will check the cooler, see what's for dinner." I went over and picked up the key and unlocked it. There was the usual artery clogging chips and other crap in there. I found a tiny jar of chocolate covered Peanuts, handed them to Jean. "Oh boy, I love these!" She took them and started to eat. I found some Cashews and opened them. There was also a half dozen tiny bottles of bourbon, and a half dozen bottles of Vodka and some different mix. "Want a drink?" I asked her, glancing her way. She was still sitting there naked and unconcerned. I sneaked a peek at her heavy breasts, her nipples had flattened out from being overly warm, they did look nice. There was a small swelling at her stomach, mostly from the way she was sitting. I could see just the edge of the upper portion of her pubic hair, she had her legs together firmly. I quickly averted my eyes even though she was paying no attention. "Any tomato juice?" "Yea." "Good, with the Vodka." I mixed a drink for her and some of the Bourbon for me, we sat on the edge of the bed and sipped them. "Say, are you going to leave that silly towel on, it makes me uncomfortable being the only one nude." She said, as I was fixing her the second drink. "I...uhh...I am afraid that I might..." I let that trail off, turning pink. "You mean get an erection? Hell, that would be the only nice thing to happen to me all day, I could use a compliment." She giggled. All that did was make me blush even more, then mercifully the lights failed again. We sat there in the dark chatting and sipping our drinks, I realized I was getting quite a buzz on and so was Jean. She told me about her husband and her job, how she had to fly down to Shrevesport to handle the package design team for the export company she worked for. I explained how I had ended up on the same flight because of a shipping problem, we had six boxcars tied up in customs and they had not moved for two weeks. "Where were you going to stay?" She asked me. "Casino Magic." I told her. "Neat, I am booked there too. That is, if we ever get there." It was getting late when I cracked the next to last little bottles of booze, once the lights even came back on for about 15 minutes, I was glad I still had the towel on even though Jean sat there naked and she looked relaxed about it. Finally I suggested going to bed, she slipped under the covers. I waited a bit, then slid in on the other side, pulling the towel off as I snuggled the covers up to my neck. I rolled over on my side, facing away from her. I must have fallen asleep in seconds. Something woke me up later, I had no idea what time it was but the wind had died way down by this time. I opened my eyes to look around, then it hit me that Jean was pressed tightly up against me, I could feel her bare breasts squashed against my back. She was snoring softly. The bed we were in was just a double size, room for two but barely. Then it hit me that her arm was over the top of me, her hand dangling very close to my groin. I tried to carefully move her hand but she moaned and pulled herself in even tighter, her fingers brushing my penis. I felt myself start to erect, and try as I might I couldn't stop that. I managed to scoot over just a little bit more, then rolled over on my back, intending to slip out of the bed. Jean's right arm was across my stomach, she snored and muttered something about Sam, who I knew was her husband from our earlier talk. Then her hand slid down and grasped my erection, bringing me to a stop. I wanted to disengage but I was afraid of waking her up, so I just lay there. She didn't do anything, she just had her hand on me. She muttered again, something about "honey" and then moaned. My right arm was between us, I gently moved it towards her and found she had her other hand between her legs. One more push from her and I was going to be on the floor. I rolled toward her slightly so I could use my right arm to push me out from under her, she shoved her face against me and pulled on my side. I now found myself face to face with her, with a raging erection, at least now she had let go of it. Her hips thrust my way in what seemed to be an involuntary motion in her sleep, then she lifted her right leg and slid it up and over me. At this point all I would have to do was push and I would be inside of her, I felt a shot of panic at that since I was sure that would wake her up and I would be in trouble. This entire situation was completely unbelievable, hell, I wouldn't have believed it myself. Here was a beautiful naked woman pressing herself against me and I was trying to get away? Topping that, I not only didn't know her, I didn't even know her last name? I could just see myself trying to explain this to my wife Mary. Just then I scooted a bit too far and fell off the edge of the bed onto the floor with a thump. Jean woke up and looked at me. "What? Oh, I'm sorry. I was crowding you, wasn't I? Sam complains to me all the time about that, I do it to him, too." It was the beginnings of morning now, she looked down at me and then she grinned. "Sorry, did I do that, too?" She asked. "Well, you were against me, I just..." "Oh, that's OK. Come on back to bed." She moved over to the other side, I got up and slid in beside her again. "This is going to be quite a chapter in my memoirs." She giggled. "My first time naked in bed with a total stranger, and a cute one at that." Then she rolled out of bed on her side and walked unabashed to the bathroom. She walked back out in a few minutes, went over to the other side and climbed back in. "Our clothes are still wet." She said. Just as she said it there was a short blast of wind and a loud crash outside. I hopped up and went to the window, looked out. Another tree had let go, this one was in the courtyard and seemed to have missed everything. "Another tree down." I told her, turning back towards the bed. I glanced at Jean and her eyes were on my crotch, I looked down and I still had most of a full erection going on. "Sorry." I told her. "Don't be, it's beautiful." She smiled, then she stretched her arms over her head and shuddered. She made no move to cover her bare breasts. "I think maybe I better go get dressed." I told her. I picked up my watch, it was 6:30 AM. "Yes, I guess so." She had a sad tone in her voice. I managed to struggle into my slacks and shirt, they were still damp but better. I came out and Jean got up, walking naked to the bathroom. She was back in minutes, her almost non existent pantie in her hand. Her damp blouse was plastered to her breasts, she might as well have not bothered. Unexpected Aftermath "I just left these off, I can't stand the feel of them when they are damp." She said, holding up the thong. Then she grinned at me again. I found the tiny coffee pot in a drawer, power was on again so I plugged it in and made two cups, one at a time since it was those little packets. I poured the last shot of Bourbon into mine, saving half of it. I held it up, she nodded, so I poured the other half into hers. Then I got out a bag of corn chips and we had breakfast. "You could have taken me last night, you know." She said after a long silence. "Yes, but I said I wouldn't take advantage." "You really are a nice guy, aren't you?" "Well. I'm not THAT nice!" I grinned at her. Jean just laughed at that. It was hours later, things outside were returning to normal. The restaurant opened and we had a decent breakfast, grits and eggs in the middle of the afternoon. A man from the airlines came by and told us that the plane was being serviced and we should be able to take off again in a day or so. "So when are you heading on to Shrevesport?" She asked me. "I am going to just take the bus tomorrow." Jean laughed. "Good idea, can I go with you? I am going on myself. I have had enough of airplanes for awhile, too." "Sure, that would be fine." "When we get there, how about we share a room again?" She smiled slyly at me. I got that. looking at her, I made a decision. "How about we share our room here again tonight, too?" I asked her. "I would like that, Dan. I would like that very much." I nodded. The sexual chemistry came to a head right there, it had been there the night before also and we both knew it. "No strings, no problems?" "I have a husband at home, you have a wife. No strings." "I have never been with anyone since Mary and I..." "I haven't either since Sam and I got married, but he has." She looked down briefly, momentarily far away. "What did you do about it?" "I forgave him, I love him." "I don't know what I would do if Mary did anything." "I know what you would do." "What's that?" "You would forgive her, I bet." "So what are we doing here, Jean?" I asked her. "Having a good time." She smiled at me. That night I came to bed, she opened her arms and blended into me, no shyness at all for either of us this time. We both knew the rules, and we did everything it is possible for two people to do together over the course of the evening. Her body was magnificent, and she knew lots of tricks to make an old man like me perform even beyond my own expectations. The next day dawned bright and clear, we went for a long walk, looking at buildings with roofs torn off, trees down, one late model pickup had a tree right across the bed. Workers were busy moving debris off the roads. It really was quite a mess. We held hands everywhere we went, several times we saw people taking notice. One lady even asked if we were newlyweds, we both smiled and nodded at the same time. I felt a pang or remorse as the thought of my Mary flashed into my mind. Mary, my wife. What in the world was I going to do, how could I even face her now, after this? I did manage to shake that feeling off for awhile, though. We found the bus station, they told us the roads were still blocked and perhaps "tomorrow" which meant at least one more night trapped here. I had called Mary and explained that I was all right, she sounded relieved. I told her I still needed to check on the box cars, then I would be heading home. My second call to the storage yard down in Gulfport about the shipment was met with a laugh. They told me they would see about arranging delivery if they ever found them. With nothing else to do, all I had to do was figure out how to get home. That last night Jean and I were together in our room I was just unable to perform, I begged off as tired, blamed some of it on just getting older. I lay there in the bed, then managed to sleep fitfully. Once again I woke up with Jean pressed against me, I felt myself respond and she and I made quiet love once again. But it was over right then and there, and we both knew it. I kissed Jean at the airport just before she got on the plane for Chicago. The news had come through that Casino Magic no longer existed, there was nothing left for her to do, either, but go home. My flight wasn't until the next day. The affair was over, but the deed was done. It had just been an incident, and accident of circumstance. For me, it told myself it really meant nothing at all, I can't even explain why I cheated on Mary. For Jean, perhaps it had been just for fun, maybe even revenge since she had mentioned her own husband had had an affair. I never knew the truth and I never asked. Me in my sixties, Jean in her thirties, it wasn't lust or desire or anything like that. It was just....I was the one available? I tried scenario after scenario in my mind on how to explain to Mary as I sat strapped snugly in my seat on the airplane, I had a deep feeling of guilt and I just could not shake it. Mary met me at the airport, that helped. We held hands like kids as we walked out to the parking lot. I almost thought it would be all right, that I could just forget. My secret. A few days later, I was still feeling guilty. The only way I could see to ever get myself back to normal would be to tell Mary the truth, confess. Would she forgive me, or leave me? I didn't know, but I couldn't live with the nagging feeling, the fear that she might find out by accident which would be far worse. I had no real idea how that could even happen, but we had exchanged our business cards. Would the phone ring one day? I just did not know. Mary and I were finishing dinner, the kids were at their Grandma's. I asked her flat out, a question designed to break the ice, open the discussion. I had the question all planned out, I knew what her answer would be. Then I could say to her that I was sorry, but I had something to tell her, to get off of my chest. Explain my tryst with Jean, my confession, then...healing? "Mary, have you ever been with anyone at all since we got married?" Somehow that came out just blurted out. Mary looked at me, first with surprise, then with shock on her face. She stood there staring like a Deer caught in the headlights. "Oh, my God, how did you know?" She said. Well, I guess I didn't but now I did. I started laughing. The words I had so carefully planned out vanished from my mind. Mary stood there staring at me, not understanding at all. Then she put her face in her hands and began to cry. I got up and went and took her in my arms, she pressed her face to me, her body racked with sobs. "Danny, I am so sorry! It was just an accident, I didn't plan it." "When?" I asked simply. "Last year, when you were on that 3 week long business trip. I...went out with some of the girls, I was so lonely. I met a man and it was just...it was nothing." "How long? How many times?" My voice cracked. "A week, maybe. You called one night just before you flew home and I knew I had to end it so I did." "You mean you were with someone when I called?" "Yes." Her body racked with sobs again. I felt a flash of anger tear through me, then I thought of my own guilt. "Honey, come and sit with me on the couch. We really do need to have a long talk." I told her. Yes. We really did need to have a long conversation, so we did. I got it all out of Mary, for several nights she and a younger man had had a crazy affair. She tried to explain how it had meant nothing, not realizing until I confessed that I knew exactly what she meant. Finally when she asked me what we are going to do, I told her we would just forget about it. She hugged me, and we made love in the only way a man who loves his wife can understand. The truth? It's easy to say just forget about it, the fact is that all of it popped into my mind from time to time. We both had guilt, but we were working through that. If anything, we became closer, our own weaknesses exposed completely to each other. That is hard to explain. There is one secret though. I was in my office almost a year later, and a call came in. The instant I heard Jean's voice the memories of those few days flashed back into my mind. I had almost managed to forget, it became like a dream, or a story that happened to someone else. "So what's up? It is nice to hear from you." I told her. "I just wanted to say Hi, and let you know that Sam and I had a baby boy." "Really? That's nice." I answered, not understanding. "Sam and I had been trying for a long time." "Well, that's really great!" I began to get an inkling of a suspicion. "He is beautiful, we named him....Danny." We were both quiet for a long time. "I thought you would want to know." Jean said, finally. "Sam is very happy, and he...doesn't know." "I see." "I wanted to say thank you, Dan." "You are welcome, Jean. I will never forget you." I told her. "OK. I won't ever forget you either. You do understand, right? I thought you had a right to know." "Yes, perfectly. Thank you for telling me." I told her. "Well, bye." She hung up. I sat there with the receiver at my ear for quite awhile, listening to the soft buzz of the dial tone. Then I hung up the phone. Now I understood the why of it. A young and beautiful woman, wanting, cast by circumstance into...opportunity? Yes, a secret. One I will take to my grave. Unexpected Afternoon My phone buzzed against my leg as I drove down the interstate. I flipped it open and couldn't stop the flush from spreading across my cheeks as I saw who it was. "Hey," I answered. "Busy?" "No, go ahead." "No, are you busy, can you spare a few hours this afternoon?" "Oh, ummm, yeah, I think, let me re-arrange a few things, but I think I can swing it. Really? Today?" "Yeah, today, whenever you can get here, give me a call." "OK, let me make a few calls, and I'll let you know for sure." I hung up the phone and I could feel my blood start to pump faster through my veins. My hips seemed to move of their own accord, already anticipating, hoping, looking forward to the afternoon. And just from the brief conversation, I could feel the moisture already present on my panties. It would frustrate me, if I didn't enjoy how easily he could make me wet. I made a few calls, pushed up some appointments, pushed back another, and finagled my way through the next 30 minutes before I picked up my phone again, leaving the last customer I absolutely HAD to see today. "Well?" he answered, clearly impatient. "Alright, I'm free for a few hours, where to?" Twenty minutes later, I walked into the room; every nerve ending in my body was alive, anticipating his touch. I dropped my keys and sunglasses on the desk, and crawled across the bed to block his view of the television. He looked up at me, and smiling, said, "Excuse me, I can't see the tv." "Too damn bad," I said as I moved to straddle his hips, still fully clothed. My hips pushed forward against him, already ready and impatient to touch him. I took the remote from his hand and threw it to the end of the bed out of his reach, and leaned down to kiss him. His hands came up to grab my ass, pulling my pussy hard against his dick. Even with layers of clothes separating us, the touch was electrifying. I rubbed back and forth against him, making myself more impatient by the second. When I could take it no more, I climbed off of him to drop my skirt and thong. I threw them to the side of the bed, and my shirt and bra quickly followed. When I turned back to him, he had shed his clothes as well. "I decided I'm not going to tease you today," he said. "Really? Why? Don't have the patience for it?" "Mmm, something like that," he said as he reached for me again. Climbing back astride his hips, I groaned in satisfaction as I felt skin contact skin. My wet pussy slid against his dick, and I groaned again. Reaching between us, I wrapped my fingers around his dick, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth, the strength, the thickness there, before I positioned him against my pussy. As I slid down, my legs were shaking from the satisfaction. Just as I had settled into a rhythm I liked, he moved me, taking control away from me, and setting his own tempo. My head dropped back and a sigh escaped my lips as I found he knew how to please my body better than I did. He pushed his hips forward, against mine so fast and so hard, roughly meeting my pussy with every thrust, that my body exploded into an equally violent orgasm. I reached down and dug my nails into his thighs as I held on to them for support. Before I could even catch my breath, he lifted me up and away from him. I groaned my disappointment, then stood up beside the bed and lifted me again against him. I wrapped one leg around his waist and rotated my hips against him. I felt so small, I felt good as he held me up against him. I don't remember the last time someone picked me up like that – being held against his body like that – not even able to touch the ground on tip toe, turned me on more than I imagined possible. I lost what little control I had, and wrapping my hands around his head, lacing my fingers into his hair, I pulled him to me, kissing him frantically, trying to show him with my mouth the urgency I felt to have him inside of me again. He dropped me to the floor, and turned me around so that I was bent over the back of the couch. He ran his hands over my ass, caressing lightly, then he knelt down and began an assault with his tongue that left me panting. He ran his tongue along one crease, then along the other, and back again. He began teasing my asshole until I was squirming so much he had to hold my hips still, then, when I thought I could take no more, he fucked my asshole with his tongue, moving just as fast as his dick had moments earlier. I bit my hand to keep from screaming. He spun me around and kissed me again. I wrapped my hands around his dick, feeling the heat and the strength there. I looked up at him, and bit my lip, pleading with him to fuck me more. He turned me again, and pushed me down hard to the back of the couch, and thrust into me so quickly I came immediately. One orgasm turned into two as he slid into me, again and again. He leaned down to my ear, and whispered, "Do you want me to cum inside you?" "Yes please," I managed. He grabbed my hips again and with renewed energy and force, he pounded into me. He leaned over again so that I could hear him say, "You like being bent over the couch like this don't you. When I'm through with you, you'll be standing there letting it all run down your legs." I reached behind me and grabbed onto his thighs to pull him harder into me as I felt the orgasm start to build within me. "That's it, come on, come on..." I heard him say, then I felt him cum deep inside of me. Just as my orgasm began to fade, he pulled out of me, and sat down on the bed. Just as he predicted, I remained draped across the couch, too exhausted to move, while the sticky wet cum began running down my legs. I gathered the energy to lift my head and smile at him, then I pushed myself up and staggered to the bed where I fell beside him. He ran his fingers lightly along my side, knowing I'm ticklish only after I've cum, and my nerve endings are overly sensitive. I twist and turn and laughingly swat his hands away. Hours later, he bent down to where I was sitting, leaning against the back of the couch, and lightly ran his tongue across my lips, and then walked out the door, leaving me wanting more, as usual, even as my body felt ravaged, used, and so thoroughly fucked. "Wow," I sighed as the door closed behind him. Unexpected Alone Time Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, I know of no one that these events represent, not do I wish to. All characters are above the age of consent, 18 yrs of age in the U.S.A.. If you find the subject material offensive, please feel free to quit reading. If you enjoyed it, thank you. I am open to all constructive criticism. (To all those that are wondering, I define "Constructive Criticism" as any feedback which will allow me to improve my writing skills, it has nothing to do with subject material, only the skill involved in crafting the written word.) Note: This is Part 1, of a multi-part story which has been bouncing around my head for the last few weeks. I decided to put 'pen to paper' and submit this. If I get enough positive feedback in terms of writing style and ability, I will continue with the other parts. In any event, without further ado, here is part 1. ............................................................ George was stuck in traffic again, not that this wasn't a normal occurrence in his daily commute, but he still disliked it all the same. Since it was a summer Thursday, the beach crowd was heading home, clogging the parkways even more. Now that he was in his early 40s he had been doing this commute to and from the city for almost 20 years. His cell started playing "Foxy Lady" from his bag on the back seat. He called out, "Answer!" The BMW auto-answered his phone and piped it through the speakers. "Hey, Honey. How's it going?" he said. "Well, things could be better, but hearing your voice sheds a little sunshine...", his wife, Nancy, said. "Why, what's wrong?", he asked in concern. "We've had a breakdown in negotiations with "the client".", Nancy always referred to the company's biggest contract this way. "And it looks like I'm gonna have to fly to Chicago tonight. Mainly to repair what Fred has managed to screw up." Fred directly reported to Nancy, and had a severe case of foot-in-mouth disease at times. "Well that sucks. I was looking forward to fucking you tonight, and tomorrow morning...", he said with a widening smile. "Oh, baby, I wish I could just suck on you right now." dropping her voice to just above a whisper,"It shouldn't take more than a day to wrap this up. Then we'll have the weekend, right?" "That's right. This weekend I'll fuck your brains out. I guess I'll stop and grab something for dinner." George said. "Well, it'll just be for you, since Sarah is planning on being out tonight, and is supposed to crash over at Mel's." Sarah was George's step-daughter. He was glad she wasn't going to be home, there was always underlying tension between them. Mostly because she was already almost 14 when he and Nancy got together 5 years ago. "Be safe, my love." George kissed the air at her. "I will. I'll call you tonight from the hotel." Nancy returned the kiss and hung up the phone. Leaving George to his traffic jammed commute. ............................................................ George popped the cork on one of the two bottles of Merlot he picked up to go with his pasta and red sauce. He used a little bit of it to deglaze the frying pan, and then poured himself a healthy glassful. He gulped down some before putting it aside and draining the rotini. He turned and shut off the burners, as the sauce had just come to a simmer. Scooping up the glass, he had finished more than half of it by the time he grabbed himself a plate and fork. Just as he was about to serve himself up, the front door swung open with a scream of "go fuck yourself, you fucking prick", accompanied by the screech of tires, and the door slamming shut. George knew exactly who it was, and felt as much as heard his step-daughter stomp up the stairs to her room, where she slammed that door open as well as shut. In the silence that followed, George quaffed down the rest of his glass of wine, poured himself another glass, and downed half of that one. After 5 minutes of silence, in which he took the time to finish dishing himself up, finished his second glass, poured himself another and grabbed a second plate and fork. He took a deep breath, and walked over to the bottom of the stairs. Choosing his tone and words carefully, he called upstairs,"Hey Sarah...". George heard her door open violently, as she stormed to the top of the stairs. "Yeah, whaddya want?!", Sarah spit down to him. She stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed across her chest. She had obviously been crying from her red rimmed and swollen eyes. George started, " I was just going to let you know that your mom had to fly to Chicago overnight for business, and that I made myself some pasta. There is enough if you wish to have some. Should I serve you up, or are you going to serve yourself up later?" He could tell she had been ready to lay into him with something equally nasty as what she spat out when she stormed in, but his soft tone and unexpected question took put her off guard. "Umm, yeah OK. I'll be down in a minute." Sarah softly said. Almost in a daze she wandered towards the upstairs bathroom. George retreated to the kitchen, feeling a little bit less on edge, a combination of the two glasses of wine, and the fact that his step-daughter didn't bite his head off. He served her up a decent sized plate of pasta and three-quarters of a glass of wine. He drank his down until it was at about the same level as hers. After waiting nearly five minutes, George started eating. He felt it could use a little bit more thyme or oregano, but overall it was good. At least he didn't burn the sauce he thought. Sarah emerged, finally, her face looked refreshed and her makeup fixed from the crying. George couldn't put his finger on it, but he thought there was something different in the way she looked. She still had on a black skirt, came down mid-thigh, and the same beige tank top. Maybe it was just that she had put up her hair. She sat down forcefully on the chair just to his right at the dining room table. Sarah motioned to the glass of wine, "Thank you for the food, but wine?" "Last time I checked, the rule was you were allowed a glass of wine or two, as long as you were going to be staying home for the evening. From the sounds of it, I didn't think you were going to be heading out again." The last part he intoned questioningly. "Yeah, you're right. I'm in for the night." Sarah ended the statement in a huff, grabbing the glass and slurping down almost half of it. "Relax." George state. "There is another bottle of the same wine, and I am sure there is plenty more around here. Enjoy it with dinner. I mean, I don't want you spilling your guts to the porcelain gods, before you spill them to me." The last was said with a big grin on his face. Sarah stared at him through his speech, and started laughing when it finally sunk into her what he had said. "I promise to tell you everything, before I tell the pee gods...", she said with a wry smile. They locked eyes for a moment before they both started laughing out loud. Through the laughter George noticed that he could make out Sarah's nipples through her shirt, since they seemed to be hard, and trying to poke their way to freedom. Between that and the fact that her tits were jiggling as she laughed, made him think that she had taken off her bra since the first time he saw her this evening. He didn't understand why, but was glad her C sized breasts were free to bounce around. Dinner continued with interspersed conversation, like where her mother went, why, how he was doing at work, how and what she was doing in her summer college classes. He had finished his third glass of wine, and by the time it was time to get some more Sarah was ready for a second glass. Sarah managed to flash a considerable amount of cleavage standing up and grabbing their glasses, and she was able to show off even more as she filled his glass, as well as hers. All in all, they managed to maintain a civil conversation. Once George was done with his meal, and his fourth glass of wine, they cleared the dishes, and put the leftovers in the fridge. George looked at his watch, 9:15pm, "I'm gonna see what's on the tube." he stated. "OK, I'm gonna change into some PJs, then I'll join ya." The last was said with a half smile and half closed eyes. His brain wasn't sure what it meant, but his cock twitched and started hardening at her words. He turned and headed towards the living room where the TV was, so she couldn't see what reaction she had caused in him. As he spun, he caught sight of her nipples again, which didn't soften his cock at all. While George waited for Sarah to show back up, he flipped through all the usual channels. Nothing seemed to be on, which was usual for a Thursday night. On a whim he checked one of the "adult" channels they had a subscription to. He and his wife would occasionally watch it, usually not for long, cause they would get too turned on and start mimicking what was on the TV. Some flat-chested chick was in the middle of trying to deep throat some guy, and failing miserably at it. After a couple of tries, some really busty lady George had seen in a few other flicks, came into the camera focus, pushed the flat-chested one aside, and showed her how it was done. She seemed to be able to keep his cock down her throat, and her nose pressed against his belly for more than a minute at a clip. George was so engrossed, and engorged, by the display that he didn't hear Sarah until she was coming into the room, asking, "So, what are we gonna watch?" George thought he managed to change the channel in time, but he couldn't be sure. He continued as if nothing was amiss. "Umm well I can't seem to find anything good on. Why don't you find something to watch while I change into my PJs." He was glad that the slacks he wore for work were tight across his waist and groin, which didn't allow for his cock to show itself too much. He went to his room and grabbed a pair of PJ pants and a t-shirt from his closet. And wandered into the master bathroom. Even after he changed he still felt really horny, he couldn't keep his thoughts from his step-daughter's nipples, he kept having visions of fucking her with her tits bouncing around. George opened the medicine cabinet for a cure to his problem. The first bottle that came into focus was his prescription Viagra, the second was his wife's Ambien. In his drunken and very horny state he hatched a plan. If he was sober, or if his wife was at home he would never have even considered it, but she was out of town, and he was four glasses to the wind. He took an Ambien and broke it in half, half went into his Viagra bottle, the other half went onto the counter. He managed to crush the pill into a fine powder, which he brushed into a sheet of toilet paper, which he folded up and put into his PJ pants pocket. By the time he had finished up his hard-on was mostly gone, his nerves had deflated him. He made his way past the living room on his way to the dining room and eventually the kitchen. He obviously wasn't making very much noise, because as he passed the living room he could see the porno he had been watching on the TV, and his step-daughter seemed to be either moving or shaking. He passed quickly, grabbed their wine glasses from the dining room where they were left and headed to the kitchen. From the kitchen he called to her, "Hey Sarah, are you ready for another glass of wine?" George heard the remote being fumbled around, and after a pause, "Yeah sure George, I'll have another." George was elated by the answer. Using his glass, in case it didn't work, he rinsed it out, and added the crushed Ambien to the bottom. Then he added a little hot water, and swirled it around until the Ambien was dissolved. He then added three quarters of a glass of wine. He wiped his step-daughter's glass clean of her lipstick and poured himself a glass. With the doctored wine in his left hand he proceeded to the living room. The porno had been changed to some slasher movie. George handed Sarah the glass of wine before he sat down. "Here ya go." "Thank you.",she said. Sarah seemed a little flushed, and George could see her nipples had hardened up again. She took a big gulp as soon as she had it in her hands. Then over the next fifteen minutes she finished it off. George sat at one end of the couch nursing his fifth glass of wine, while Sarah sat almost at the other. He glanced at his watch when she had finished her glass, 9:47. Then he glanced over at her. She was sitting with her legs folded up underneath her to the side, causing her PJ shorts to ride up her toned legs. And she had traded the beige tank top for a thin cotton sleeveless undershirt, which still showed off considerable cleavage, especially since she was leaning slightly towards George. He also thought he could make out the dark circles of her aeroles, but he couldn't be sure. At a little after 10 pm she started yawning, which was followed by a big stretch. The slasher movie was at its requisite sex scene, and the girl on tv had just removed her clothes and climbed on top of the guy who was about to be killed. Sarah yawned again, and then asked," Do you mind if I stretch out a bit?" George pulled his eyes away from the bouncing beauty on the screen and locked eyes with the one on the couch. After a moment, his eyes wandered down to her chest, before locking back in on her eyes. "Sure that's not a problem." "Oh, good." she said with a smile as she proceeded to stretch out on the couch. She ended up laying with her head resting on his right leg. He was very aware of how close her head was to his cock, and how her hand rested on his thigh. After a moment, she half sat up and twisted towards him, optimizing her cleavage display. "You don't mind me resting my head on you, right?" she asked. "Yeah, its no problem" George responded. Suddenly aware that her hand had slid up his thigh within a half inch of his cock, and of how he could almost see her entire breast. He tore his eyes away and went back to watching the movie. She left her hand where it had ended up, and lay her head back down. He couldn't figure out what to do with his right hand, for a while he rested it on the back of the couch. But that made his arm grow tired, so he ended up letting his arm slide down the couch and end up resting on her side, right where her ribs met her stomach. He strained to hear her breathing above the tv, but was able to feel she had fallen into the melodic rhythm of sleep. He cautiously started rubbing her back through her shirt, and put more energy and emphasis on it after a few soft groans and mews from his lap. After about five minutes of rubbing, he snaked his hand under her shirt and continued his massage. By the time ten minutes had elapsed her shirt had ridden up, just hinting at the underside of her breasts, giving him access from her neck to her waistband, which he now dove under squeezing her ass as he continued his cautious assault. His watch said it was 10:30, he hit mute on the tv to see if there would be a reaction. With none forth coming from his step-daughter, he finished one final squeeze of each cheek before pulling up her shorts and down her shirt. George took a swig of wine and then cleared his throat. "Hey Sarah, why don't you turn over and I can keep rubbing your back easier?" he said with a nudge to her side. "wha huhn wi sh fulln." she stated dreamily. "Sarah?", he said shaking her a little. "I asked you to roll over on your other side.", with those last words he pushed on her shoulder to start her rolling. "Oh OK. If that's all you need, just ask next time." she said as she rolled over, never once opening her eyes. She ended up with her head three quarters of the way up his thigh, and her back facing well away from George. 'At this rate the only thing I'm going to be able to rub is your breasts and pussy.' George thought to himself. He put his hand under her shirt, ran his hand along her side up to her shoulder, and pulled her more onto her side. He continued to rub her back until her breathing leveled out. He switched over to the porn channel, which by this time had gone to a different movie. And continued to rub Sarah's back, side and buttocks. Each time he ran his fingers down her side, he came closer to her breasts. Until he 'accidentally' brushed the side of her breast with his thumb. When she didn't appear to react, he tried running his hand over her breast. Which elicited no reaction. He stopped his hand over her breast, and manuevered her nipple between his middle and index finger. His soft methodical massage of her back now turned to her breasts. Between the breast of his step-daughter in his hand and the fucking and sucking happening on the screen, his cock made a huge tent in his PJs. Feeling emboldened by the five glasses of wine, the hormones raging through him, and the fact his step-daughter was sound asleep even though he was rubbing her breast and nipple, George started readjusting his cock. He halted the massage in order to use both hands to pull his cock out through the fly of his PJs. Once it was free he looked down on the scene in his lap. His step-daughter's face was mere inches from his cock. Although not gargantuan, he was still well hung at almost eight inches long with plenty of girth. He could feel her warm breath bathing the base of his cock as it stood at attention. He adjusted himself further and managed to pull his balls out as well. Not yet satisfied with the what he was seeing, George pulled the strap of Sarah's undershirt off her shoulder and down her arm. After a little bit more tugging on the shirt he was able to expose her left breast. He gave it one or two squeezes, and then tweaked the nipple to make it hard. Now he was satisfied with the picture before him. 'I have to have a picture of this.' he thought. He looked around for his cell and finally spotted it on the coffee table in front of him, out of his current reach. He started to lean forward to grab it, when he realized Sarah was going to roll off the couch if he continued. He grabbed her by the back of the neck so he could hold her in place and tried reaching for it again. He became very aware of his cock pressing against her lips, and held himself there for a moment. George made one final stretch forward and had his phone in his hand when he felt her lips part and her tongue lick the underside of his cock. It was like an electric shock that ran up his back and down his arms. He leaned back on the couch and looked down at Sarah, expecting her to be awake. Instead he found her still asleep, now with her mouth open. A smile came to his lips as he thought,'I must have plugged her nose with my cock.' He flipped through the menu of his phone, bringing up the camera. Snapping one picture of His cock in her face, a second one showing his cock and him squeezing her exposed breast, and a third one which managed to fit in his cock, her naked breast and him cupping her pussy with his hand between her thighs. As he was taking the third one he started rubbing her, and noticed that her shorts were wet. He continued rubbing even after he got the shot. After a minute or so of rubbing her pussy through her shorts, Sarah's hips started moving in time with his hand. George heard her breathing change from the calm deep breaths of sleep, to quicker, shallower breaths. His arm was just about to give out on him when he felt her stiffen up, stop breathing for a moment, and saw her pale skin fush red. He stopped moving his hand and just pushed hard against her pelvic bone. "Unnnnnnnaaaahhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha..." escaped from her clenched teeth. And she started breathing again in gasps to catch her breath. George removed his hand and wiped it on the outer part of her shorts. He was intrigued with how quickly she came, and the fact that she didn't wake up for it. He brushed her sweaty hair away from her face, and contemplated his next move. Unexpected Alone Time He jumped when the cell in his left hand started playing "Foxy Lady". He quickly answered it before it woke Sarah. "Hi Honey." he said. "How is Chicago going." "Hi George. It's going. Looks like we are going to be in negotiations at least through tomorrow. I was hoping to be home by the morning, but it doesn't look like I will be home until Friday night very late, at the earliest." Her voice seemed really down. "Ah, that sucks." He said on the outside, "YES!!!!", is what he screamed inside. "How is it going there?", Nancy asked. "Not as well as it could be since you're not here." he said. He glanced down at his cock, which had started deflating from the stress of having his wife on the phone, and his step-daughter drugged and half-naked in his lap. The head rested on her cheek right next to her mouth. "You're sweet." she replied. "I was having a quiet evening until Sarah came home. Seems like she got into an argument with whoever she was hanging out with. But I offered her dinner and a glass of wine, and we had a civil evening." he continued. Since his left hand was busy with the phone he grabbed his cock with his right, and maneuvered the head into Sarah's waiting mouth. His heart started racing. He couldn't believe the feeling of having his cock, which was hardening rapidly, in his step-daughter's warm mouth, and talking to his wife on the phone at the same time. He let go of his cock and fondled her breast. "Oh,",Nancy said,"since she's home can I talk to her?" "Not really. She's sound asleep on the couch at the moment. I may just grab her a blanket and cover her up, rather than waking her." George replied. The saliva coated head of his cock popped free of her mouth and stood at full attention again. "OK, well let her know I called, and give my love to her. I gotta go and meet two of the clients for late negotiations at the hotel bar. I just thought I'd give you a quick call to let you know what was happening. Good night love, miss you", Nancy said the last with a kiss. "I'll tell her. Miss you and love you,too." he said. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the click. Putting his phone on silent, and grabbing one of the pillows on the couch. George extracated himself from under his step-daughter. Without bothering to put his cock away, or cover up Sarah, George swallowed the last sip of his glass of wine and wandered, cock bobbing the entire way, to the kitchen. Coming back with a half glass of wine, he drank it as he pondered the exposed teenager on the couch. With a glimmer in his eye, he grabbed the remote and unmuted the TV, but kept the volume low. He then turned his attention to Sarah. Pulling at the waistband of her shorts he slowly worked them off her hips. Once he got them down a little on the side that was up, he rolled her over on her stomach and pulled them down the rest of the way. Her gorgeous young ass was staring up at the ceiling, so he took a moment out to massage the two globes. He finally finished pulling them completely off, and tossed them aside. He carefully rolled her over onto her back and moved her shoulders and hips over so she didn't fall off the couch. He pulled up her shirt and salivated over her breasts. He left her laying there and quickly went to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of chocolate syrup. He drizzled some over each nipple and in a spiral around each breast. Setting the bottle aside he started his dessert. Sarah's nipples were hard and reddened by the time they were clean. So, he massaged them for a while to make them feel better, at least that's what he thought. Standing up he disrobed and stroked his cock above her breasts. When he Looked up to her face and that opened mouth, he started guiding his cock into it. But there was little reaction on her part, even when he tried moving it in and out slightly. Pulling out, he grabbed the chocolate syrup and carefully squeezed some onto his cock head. This time when he put it in her mouth he was rewarded. Her tongue started moving around and she started sucking on it like it was a chocolate lollipop. On the verge of exploding in her mouth he pulled out and caught his breath. 'All that's left to enjoy is that honey hole of hers.', George thought. Moving down, he bent her legs at the knees and spread them wide. Fully exposing her sopping wet pussy and her engorged lips. The pungent odor wafted up to him, and he saw a small puddle that had formed on the couch beneath her. He thought about licking her, but his desire to fuck her was too overpowering. He grabbed his phone, and took two pictures, one showing her fully spread out on the couch, the other a close up of her juices flowing out of her pussy. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he slowly slid in an inch or two and took one last photo, before putting the phone down. Easing himself in and out, he was able to shove more of his cock into her each time, until finally he was able to stick it completely in. Here he rested to catch himself, and to enjoy the sensation of being balls deep in his step-daughter. 'Look at you now, naked and being fucked by your step-father.' He thought. 'All those times you were a bitch to me, all those fits you threw. All of the arguments and pettiness. All you are now is my fuck toy.' With that last thought he grunted and started thrusting in and out of her. Her tits started bouncing around, and he fucked her faster. He caught her knees with his arms and pushed himself forward, causing her ass to come up off the couch. He wasn't thinking anymore. He wasn't worried about waking her up. He just wanted to fuck her as hard and as deep as possible. He started hearing her groaning mix with his grunting, and he sped up as fast as he could. Sarah's pussy clenched tight around George's cock, and she screamed out. Her pussy kept spasming and her hips thrust up to meet his. George could feel his cock hardening up and engorging to its fullest. He could feel his orgasm about to hit him, when he thought,'Oh shit, I can't get her pregnant.' He pulled out, let her legs go and jumped up to squat over her face. Grabbing the back of her head by her hair he shoved his cock into her mouth. Sarah's eye's popped wide open as he thrust it into her mouth and down her throat. He pumped it into her mouth three or four times before he started coming. He held his cock fully down her throat and she had no choice but to swallow spurt after spurt of cum. Feeling her throat squeezing around his cock as she swallowed sent shudders through him. He curled his body around her head and held it even tighter. As his orgasm subsided he pulled his spent cock from her mouth, and in a fog of pleasure laid down next to her on the couch. As they caught their breath, he was aware of his cooling cock against her thigh, and her breasts under the arm he draped across her. He was verging on the edge of sleep when Sarah softly said,"That was wonderful, Daddy." He suddenly became very aware of what he had just done, and knew there was no undoing it. He lay there for a few moments trying to figure out what to say. When nothing came to mind that was worth saying, he decided to start simple. "Hey Sarah?" as he lifted his upper body onto his elbow and looked down at her. There was no reaction whatsoever from her. He waited for what seemed like forever and then repeated his call. Her soft rhythmic breathing continued with no apparent reaction to his voice. 'I might get away with this yet.' he thought. Easing himself off the couch so as not to disturb her, he collected his clothes and quickly put them on. He grabbed a spare blanket from the hall closet and started covering her up. He managed to pull down her shirt in the front, but it had gotten bunched up behind her. He grabbed her shorts to put them back on her, but they were cold and wet from her juices. Instead he put her legs back together, and to the side. He then placed the shorts into what had become a significant puddle on the couch. He covered her up the rest of the way and grabbed the wine glasses. Leaving them in the sink, he staggered off to bed, and passed out. ...................................... Sarah woke up out of the weirdest dream. Unexpected Amenities Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. One of the most useful tips that I've learned in all of my years of traveling on business is to make friends with the desk clerk at the hotel as soon as you check in. These are the people who not only know and control the best rooms in the building, but also typically have the greatest amount of knowledge about everything local. You get on their good side, you could end up with a sweet room and directions to the restaurant or bar that the locals favor rather than the expensive tourist spots. Of course, the benefits vary by the size of the hotel and the size of the city. I experienced a great example of this when I elected to stay one night in Manheim, PA on my way through the area. It didn't hurt that the young lady working the desk when I checked in was not hard on the eyes, which always makes it a little easier to throw a little flirting in there, too. She was cute, though on the plain side, and gave just a hint of cleavage with a few buttons undone, though the shirt was loose enough to make it hard to determine the size of her tits. I did note that she was not wearing a wedding ring so, as long as she seemed receptive, I gradually escalated my flirting. By the time we'd finished up the paperwork and I had my keycard, I was definitely feeling a good vibe and was glad that she knew where I'd be staying. One more thing occurred to me before I headed to my room. "How is the pool here?" I asked, having noted that she told me how late it was open. "It's on the small side," she confessed, "but I think it's nice. I'll sometimes go for a swim after I get off duty. It never seems to be very busy later in the evening." "Maybe I'll see you down there then," I replied, glad that I'd packed my swimsuit. I was pretty sure I'd be seeing her at the pool later that evening as long as I timed it right. As it turned out, I was only out there for ten or fifteen minutes when she came out the door wearing a very conservative one-piece swimsuit and carrying a towel and a bag. Her figure displayed nicely in the tight material and it turned out her tits were actually nicely large. She didn't seem surprised to find me there and it didn't take long before we were flirting again. I got to the point where I thought she'd be receptive to some physical contact but she was leery and finally confessed that she wasn't comfortable with openly fraternizing with a guest in full view. "Would you like to come up to my room?" I asked. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied with a smile. She suggested that we not head up there together so, once we were dry, I went inside first and I was barely inside my room when she was hurrying down the hall from the opposite direction. She set down her bag, which I assumed contained the clothes I'd seen her wearing earlier, just inside the door and we were very quickly making out at the end of the bed. My hands went right to her round ass and she had to have felt my stiff cock as I pulled her against me. When I finally started to pull the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders, she didn't offer any resistance. I stepped back to watch as her tits were revealed and felt her hand grip my cock through my own swimsuit. Her areolas were large and pink with thick, hard nipples at the center, which I lowered my head to suck as her tits were freed. I continued to slide her swimsuit lower as I licked and sucked her nipples while she ran her fingers through my hair and moaned softly. As I got her swimsuit to her hips, I dropped to my knees and watched closely as her bush was slowly revealed. It was well groomed and dark brown and I could feel my cock trying to burst out of my swimsuit. I ran my hands over her bare ass to push her swimsuit below it, then helped it down her legs until she was able to step out of it. I sat back on my heels and just took in her naked figure before asking her to sit on the end of the bed. She sat and spread her legs so I kissed my way down her inner thighs until I reached her bush, then ran my tongue up her slit, tasting the secretions that were accumulating there. She was leaning back while holding my head and moaning but ended up lying back on the bed so that, when I glanced up, I could see her arms squeezing her luscious tits together. I slurped up her juices for a bit before slipping a finger easily into her well-lubricated pussy and starting to lick and suck her clit. She started moaning louder while writhing on the bed as I pumped my finger in and out while licking and sucking her clit. Her pussy was fairly snug and with the amount of nectar she was producing, it would certainly feel heavenly to slip my cock into it. The longer I ate her pussy, though, the juicier it continued to get. I was enjoying eating her pussy but, as time went on and it continued to get hotter and wetter, I was looking forward more and more to fucking her. She was humping her pussy toward my face and her moans were becoming louder and longer as she approached an orgasm. I tried to draw out her pleasure without teasing her and it seemed to be working. Suddenly her entire body started to shake as she started cumming and I was flooded with even more of her juices. I continued to eat her through her long, intense orgasm, raising my head only once she'd gone completely still and let out a shaky breath. At that point, I slipped my fingers from her pussy and into my mouth as I straightened up. I stood up so I could look over her naked body and started to undo the drawstring on my swimsuit in anticipation of fucking her. She opened her eyes and saw what I was doing, so she sat up and took over. She was working my swimsuit over my hips moments later and my rigid tool sprung out into her face. As my swimsuit hit my ankles and I was kicking it away, she had taken my cock in her hand and was stroking it before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned and ran my fingers through her light brown hair as her hot mouth engulfed my tool. I still wanted to fuck her hot pussy first and foremost, but I could not resist the pleasure of her blowing me for a couple of minutes. She definitely had some skill when it came to cocksucking, so I was certain that I'd be blowing a load down her throat at some point before I checked out. I finally forced myself to step back after a few minutes of her lips sliding up and down my shaft and asked her to move backward to the middle of the bed. I crawled up on my knees, my cock bobbing before me, as she lay back and spread her legs for me. I admired her body again before lowering myself over her and guiding my tool into her hot pussy. We both moaned loudly as I eased my cock between her lips and slipped my full length into her. We started to make out as I started to slowly thrust in and out and she raised her hips up to meet each of my incoming thrusts. I could feel her hard nipples against my bare chest as our bodies moved together and knew that I had to get my hands on her tits a few more times. Her pussy, though, felt every bit as amazing as I'd expected and more. It was so hot and so slippery and snug enough to provide a high level of pleasure without making initially penetrating her difficult in the least. After following up a couple of minutes of her cocksucking by slipping into such a hot pussy, I knew I wouldn't be good for very long regardless of any tricks I might employ to extend my staying power. Since the night was young and she'd cum relatively quickly, too, I decided to just go with it and not try to prolong either of our pleasure. I was not, however, planning to fill her pussy with my cum. I savored the feel of her pussy and the building pleasure of my orgasm as well as the feel of her smooth skin against mine. When I was pretty close to cumming, I reluctantly slipped out of her and moved up to straddle her ribs, placing my throbbing tool between her tits. She squeezed her tits around my tool and, as I gripped the headboard, I started to slide my cock between them. The soft, smooth flesh felt outstanding, even after her hot pussy and talented mouth, so my orgasm immediately began to build again. Her attention was fixed on my cockhead, but I was admiring her tits, areolas and nipples while appreciating the continued building pleasure. I briefly debated finishing in her mouth, but her tits felt so nice that I decided I would just plan to do that later. I was starting to moan softly as my cock swelled even more with my approaching orgasm but she remained focused on watching my cock disappearing into and reappearing from her cleavage. When I finally started to cum and a rope of my jizz shot across her sternum, she had her tongue out immediately trying to catch it. I didn't end up shooting that far and instead left a pool of my seed on her chest. She released her tits once I was spent and started to clean up the mess I'd made by scooping it into her mouth. I lay beside her and watched while caressing her fleshy globes. She didn't get it all cleaned up but did an admirable job before turning her attention back to me and smiling. "We should probably shower to get the rest of that off," I suggested, even though there wasn't much left to wash off. She agreed, however, and after a brief rest was ready to head for the bathroom. I watched as she got up off the bed so I could get a good look at her bare ass, then got up myself and followed her with my eyes locked on her cheeks. I could feel the blood wanting to return to my spent tool as she bent over to adjust the water temperature in the shower. Once she was satisfied and had the shower going, she turned to me and my eyes went from her ass to her succulent tits. I smiled, knowing how clean they'd be once I got done soaping them up, and she smiled back before stepping into the shower. I followed her in and she had the little bottle of hotel-provided body wash ready to squeeze into my hands. Naturally, and as I'm sure she expected, I started out soaping up her tits. While I was focused on them, she took some body wash herself and started to soap up my cock, which surprisingly started to revive. We did both also have the chlorine from the pool all over us, so we used more of the body wash and the shampoo to clean ourselves completely, but we both were focused more on our respective favorite parts on the other person's body. By the time we were completely rinsed off, we were both more than fired up for another go. As we toweled each other off outside of the shower, I decided that I didn't even want to wait until we made it back to the bed, so I turned her around and had her bend over. She rested her head on her arm on the countertop as I guided my tool back into her hot pussy again. I took her by the hips and pulled until my hips were pressed against her ass then started to slowly fuck her. Our moans echoed in the tiled room and I saw her slip her hand back between her legs to stroke her clit as I slid my cock slowly in and out of her. Once I had a good rhythm going, I reached forward to fondle her swinging breasts while looking at our reflection in the mirror. I could only see the top of her head and her back reflecting but I smirked at myself as I continued to hump against her ass. As with before, the longer I fucked her, the hotter and wetter her pussy became. I wished I could have seen the view from below as she stroked her clit while my cock slid in and out of her pussy. Had I been able to, I probably also would have released her tits so I could see them swinging, too. As it was, though, I had no complaints about fondling her tits and feeling my cock penetrating her pussy rather than seeing either. As her moans got louder and her pussy continued to feel better and better, I straightened up so that I could fuck her harder and hopefully provide even more pleasure. Taking her by the hips again, I looked down as my hips tapped against her ass and caused it to jiggle slightly. I was glad I had cum once already because, otherwise, I'm sure I would have been on the verge again already myself. When her body started to tremble and she gasped, I continued to fuck her while appreciating the increased lubrication as she came. I was still nowhere near ready to cum, but I could feel the initial stirrings of another orgasm thanks to her sweet pussy. When she'd apparently finished cumming, she pulled away from me as she stood up, my cock slipping from her pussy. She turned toward me and we kissed again as she stroked my slippery cock. "I want to suck you off now," she said after she'd pulled her mouth away from mine. "Why don't we go back to the bed and I'll eat you at the same time," I replied. "Mmmm...that sounds good," she concurred. We kissed again then I followed her from the bathroom, my gaze locked on her bare ass again. She had me lie in the middle of the bed then straddled my head as I looked up at her trim, brown bush, which was matted from all of the juices she was producing. As she bent forward and took my cock in her hand, I ran my hands over her cheeks while running my tongue up her slit. She moaned as I tasted her abundant nectar again then wrapped her lips around my tool and started to suck it. I moaned as her hot mouth engulfed my throbbing tool and she started to expertly slide her lips up and down while pumping the base. I could feel my orgasm immediately beginning to build as a result of her oral skills. At that point, I wanted to make sure that she was feeling as much pleasure as I was, so I slipped finger into her dripping pussy and started pumping it slowly in and out while I licked and sucked her clit. She moaned around my throbbing tool but continued to remain focused on skillfully sucking it while I relished her talents even as I tried to demonstrate some of my own. It appeared as though I was doing a passable job based on the sounds she was making, but she did seem more focused on cocksucking; I wasn't sure whether that was completely for my benefit or whether she was enjoying giving as much as I was enjoying receiving. Whatever the case, I was absolutely enjoying receiving and my orgasm was continuing to build with increasing levels of pleasure. It got to the point where I had to just let my head drop back and savor the experience of having her sucking my cock, though I did continue to slowly finger her pussy. I couldn't have remained quiet if I'd wanted to as I got closer and closer to cumming and my cock continued to swell even more. Finally, I exploded into her mouth and she swallowed my load, continuing to suck me off until I was completely spent. When she let my cock fall from her mouth and rested her cheek against my thigh, I looked up at her pussy above me and went back to devouring it. She started moaning again, more loudly this time without my cock in her mouth, as I licked and sucked her clit while pumping my finger in and out of her pussy. With her focus now on her own pleasure, I could feel her pussy quickly becoming even more engorged as I continued to eat her. It didn't take long before she was right on the verge of cumming and her body started to tense up in anticipation. When she finally went over the edge, her entire body started to shake and I had a fresh flow of her juices to slurp up as she came. Once she'd gone still and quiet again, I let my head drop back and slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth. She straightened up and moved around to lie beside me so I put my arm around her and we kissed again. "Can you stay the night?" I asked. "I wish I could," she replied, with disappointment in her eyes, "but it's a small town and if my car sits here all night, people are going to talk...starting with my coworkers." "Got it," I said, "Can I call you next time I'm in town, then?" "Absolutely," she responded, brightening visibly "and I think I'll be safe from idle chit-chat for another few hours, if you don't mind me sticking around that long." "Well, let's just be sure that we make good use of that time," I suggested and we started to make out passionately again. Unexpected and Beautiful I never meant to have this happen. I know that most cheating spouses say things like this but bear with me. I wasn't shopping for a mistress when I met Jill. I'd had a brief affair once before but since then I'd been completely faithful and had done a good job of fooling myself into thinking I was happy with my wife. All that changed in the span of three weeks. I met Jill at a holiday party in New York. She and her husband were hosting. My wife and I were invited by a mutual friend. I'd love to be romantic and tell you it was love at first site but it wasn't. Of course I noticed that Jill was beautiful but I only spoke to her for about five minutes. We got there late and she'd been drinking before we arrived so she didn't even remember me being there. I actually spent most of my time talking to her husband. He was funny and pleasant enough to talk to but I knew there was something I didn't like about him. He was a bit loud and talked over me a bit. I like to talk and if someone dominates a conversation more than me, odds are he's an asshole. Regardless I did the polite 21st century thing and sent him a friend request on Facebook when we got home. I also sent one to Jill. That's when it started to get out of control. I joined a Bipolar Support Group on Facebook and noticed that Jill joined it about five minutes later. Apparently her husband had seen it on my profile and suggested it to her. I sent her a message saying that I didn't know she was "one of us" and explained a little bit about my illness. I thought it may have been a bit forward and didn't expect a response. The next morning I woke up and had a five hundred word message from her talking about her struggles and asking me more about mine. Talking about manic depression always helps. Especially with fellow crazies. I think that's why "our kind" is so drawn to one other. That and our firm belief that "stable" people are usually a bit boring. We exchanged five long and detailed messages that first day. It was Christmas Eve and both of us were trying to get some work done on the computer before we had to spend time with our families the next day. She's an actress and was putting the final touches on her latest Off-Off-Broadway play. I'm a freelance writer and was trying to finish up a few articles that would be due before the first of the year. I don't think either of us got much work done between our epic long e-mails. Jill was just so easy to talk to. Or rather to e-mail to. She understood and was not easily startled. I shared some very deep and dark things that first day and she gave it right back. These messages went on like this for a week. Eventually the topic moved on to our various infidelities. Unfortunately, that can often be another Bipolar trait. We both agreed fairly soon on that this young relationship felt a bit like those other short and intense affairs but agreed to keep our clothes on and never meet. Our first of many silly rules that we would eventually make and ultimately break spectacularly. It was quite obvious that we were good outlets for each other and we wanted desperately to keep it that way. Unfortunately the conversation soon included our marriages. I should have known from experience that it was dangerous to approach this subject with a woman. That's how the last affair began. Jill and I expressed that neither of us were happy and felt like we didn't love our spouses anymore. We didn't hate them or wish them ill. We just felt like we were wasting our time. As much as we wanted to we both agreed that talking trash about the other spouse was off limits. More rules. It was all mostly innocent at this point. I think the beginning of the end happened after about ten days of e-mail marathons. Jill was obviously in a bad way and very upset. She is unable to have children and when her new play began to take on that subject she was distraught and just unable to deal with it. She tried to talk to her husband and he was very cold and just didn't understand. I was worried and gave her my cell phone number. I went out of the house to go to the gym and when I was changing in the locker room, I got her call. "Hi... It's Jill. Can you talk?" she asked. I was buck naked in a locker room and really couldn't talk but I was so unexpectedly excited to hear her voice that I said, "Of course." I got dressed while talking to her as best I could. I'm not shy but telling a woman that I was naked during our first phone call was a bit much even for me. The jig was finally up when I had to put my shirt on and pull the phone away from my ear. She laughed and made a comment about not having to ask what I was wearing now. We had a good laugh and I immediately knew I really liked this woman. There was no awkwardness during that first phone call. It was as if I'd known her for years. I suppose that's understandable given the intimate nature of our e-mail conversations but I was still shocked. We talked for over an hour about all manner of things. Our marriages, our jobs, day to day boredom and our fear of it. She admitted that she didn't remember me from the party and had been staring at my Facebook pictures trying to figure out how she'd missed me. Was that a pass? It certainly felt like a bit of one. At least a pretty serious flirt. My heart leapt a bit. This beautiful, amazing woman was actually interested in me. We hung up and immediately started exchanging text messages about how easy the conversation had been. She admitted that she was scared to death to call and had dialed and aborted twice. She said she felt stupid for worrying about it after the fact. After that first call, the brakes were off. We continued the e-mail barrage and started speaking on the phone at least twice a day. One by one our nice safe rules fell away. Finally the only one left was our agreement to never meet face to face. Meanwhile my bad marriage was coming to a head. I still don't think it had much to do with Jill. I was crazy about her but even at my most manic I'd never throw away a ten year marriage for a three week old online relationship. I just knew I couldn't live with her anymore. My wife had some anger management issues and it was getting to be too much to take. Everything was a fight. I just couldn't take it anymore and told her I needed to go away for a few days to clear my head. I made plans to go see my sister in North Carolina the following weekend. I called Jill at our usual time the next day and she was a wreck again. She and her husband had gotten into a huge fight the night before. She was trying to talk to him about her illness and he just didn't understand. He said some very mean things and she felt very alone. "I wish I could just come and get you," I said before I even had a chance to think about it. "I'd like that," she replied. My stomach flipped and my head started spinning. I knew then at that moment that I had to see her. It was no longer an option. But I had to make sure I wasn't reading too much into it. "Do you want anyone to come get you or do want ME to come get you?" "I want YOU to come get me. More than anyone, I want you," she answered. I let out a long sigh. I've never expressed so many emotions in one simple expulsion of air. Excitement, pain, relief, longing, lust, love... It was all there in that one sigh and she heard every bit of it. "I'm getting away from my wife for a few days and going to North Carolina. I'll stop in New York on my way. I'll see you Thursday." Jill replied with a very expressive sigh of her own and then added a very quiet and confident, "Okay." We continued to talk about this potential meeting for an hour. We both knew it was dangerous and stupid but we needed to see each other face to face and know if this was real or not. We had to know if these intense feelings were just pixels on a screen and voices on the phone or if they'd transfer to our real lives. We had to make sure this wasn't just some crazy manic-depressive mood swing. We needed each other desperately. I could hardly get through the rest of my busy day. I ran my errands in a cloud. I tried to work but I just stared at my screen. The only thing I could write were IM's to Jill. We were really going to meet. It was really going to happen. That night I snuck out of the house to go to the gym and the liquor store. On may way into town, I was suddenly struck by a deep worry. This was a bad idea. My last affair was with by best friend in the world. Someone who really understood me. Someone I could talk to about almost anything. And we'd ruined it by meeting up, having sex and getting caught. I felt even more strongly about Jill than I did about her. I couldn't risk losing that again. I just couldn't. Jill had told me that a brief affair with a close male friend of hers had ended the same way. I pulled over along side the road and typed out an e-mail into my phone before I had a chance to change my mind. It read... "Can't believe I'm doing this but I'm calling off Thursday. We both know what will happen. And look what happened before when we took a similar path with other people. I know it's said all the time but I honestly cannot bear the thought of losing you because of one bold step taken way too soon. I don't need to see you again to know this is real, Jill. This is the most intense thing I've ever felt in my life and I'm not going to risk it for what would surely be one night of the best sex of our lives. I can wait. I can fake a business trip to NY anytime. This is very real. This will happen for us. For some reason I just know it. But I just can't take a chance on fucking it up right now. I need you. I need what we have now to keep going. When I finally get my hands on you I don't think I'll know how to let go. We said before that we'd take it slow. We both know that a meal you cook fast is never as enjoyable as one that takes hours. I want you, Jill. But I can wait." I expected her to be disappointed and she was but that e-mail did not reduce our feelings at all. She told me that no one had ever written something so nice to her and I was amazed by that. No one had ever shared their feelings that openly with someone as beautiful, sexy and as enchanting as someone like her? How was that possible? I think I already knew that Jill would become the love of my life and I was shocked that I was the first one to feel this way about her. Maybe I was just the first one to have the guts to say it. We kept talking at our usual prodigious rate during the days before I left for my trip. The subject of meeting up was a primary topic of conversation. We both agreed with what I wrote but our resolve was failing fast. That Thursday was a hard one for me. It was supposed to "our" Thursday and here I was fighting with my wife again and frantically packing for a trip that was sure to be a difficult one. I got up early Friday morning for my drive. I was trying to go through the motions with my wife and I woke her up to try and make love to her before I left. She just rolled over and told me she was too tired and went back to sleep. I don't expect sex every day from my wife by any means and I expect to be rejected sometimes after ten years of marriage but this one hurt. I had told her just the night before that I was going away for a few days to decide whether or not I was going to leave her and she couldn't even be bothered to try and make sure I left with a pleasant memory in my head. It just seemed like a metaphor for what was wrong with our marriage. She said she cared and wanted to make it work but when it came time to do something about it or have a meaningful conversation about, she failed me every time. As of that moment I knew in my head that it was truly over. I called Jill during my drive. I told her about my failed attempt to make myself feel something for my wife that morning. She consoled me and did her best not to say anything bad about my wife. She was mostly successful. I could hear in her voice how much she cared and how much she truly wished she could help me. I hadn't heard that sort of care and concern in the voice of a woman in years. "I'll be there on Monday," I told her. "I'll stop on my way back." "I'd like that very much," she replied. "I need to see you too. I need to be held by you so much right now." During that weekend our e-mails and phone calls were totally out of control. I don't know how we didn't get caught. It was a good thing that I was at the home of a no-questions-asked sibling rather than an angry and suspecting wife. Jill and I made more rules. We agreed that there was no way we could see each other without kissing each other at first sight but there had to be no sex. We were just too important to each other. We needed each other too much. Sex could wait. After the longest weekend of my life the fateful day finally arrived. I left early to get into the city in time to meet her for lunch. She'd arranged to take the afternoon off from work. I was going to meet her in Grand Central Station. It was her favorite place in New York and not far from her work. Being an out of towner who has always put New York City on a bit of a pedestal, I thought it sounded romantic and perfect. The drive into the city was a blur. I'd been there enough to find my way into Manhattan in my sleep and I think I practically did that day. I called when I was close to give her an ETA and I could hear that she was just as excited as I was. I got to Grand Central about ten minutes early and sent her a text to let her know where I was. She replied that she was on her way. I waited in the main lobby of the station. It was a place I'd seen in the movies about a hundred times but had never been in. I was surrounded by couples and families greeting each other and saying goodbye. I tried to take it all in but all I could do was stare at the escalator and wait for Jill to appear. Would she recognize me? Would she really kiss me as soon as she saw me like we talked about or would she be turned off? Would it be awkward and weird? Would I fall hopelessly in love with her the second I saw her? All of the possibilities frightened me and I was starting to think it may have been a mistake to come there. Then I saw her. She appeared at the top of the escalator in a long black coat and a cute little grey hat. It came down pretty far and covered her ears but her long dark red hair was visible sticking out around the sides and bottom. Jill looked like the star of a Woody Allen movie. So sexy, so beautiful and so much a product of her Manhattan lifestyle. She looked right at me and smiled from about fifty feet away. She definitely recognized me. I was entranced. All the noise around me stopped and I couldn't see anything but her. She slowly walked over to me. I could tell she was taking her time to get a good look at me. The smile became a very serious look as she got closer. It wasn't a look of disappointment. It looked almost lustful. Surely I was reading too much into it. When Jill finally reached me, she wrapped her arms around me and bent her neck back to kiss me. I responded and our lips finally met. It was a gentle but passionate kiss. Her lips were so full and soft. How had I missed that when I met her? I could have kissed those lips forever. And we nearly did. We stood in the middle of the busiest place in the world snogging like teenagers for the entire world to see and we'd only just really met seconds before. My head was spinning. Her perfume smelled perfect, she fit so perfectly in my arms. The setting was perfect. The whole thing was just... perfect. I've never felt so much from one kiss in my life. We brushed out lips together with our mouths partly open and Jill let out a contented sigh. I knew right then and there that I was madly in love with her. I had to be with this woman. That first long kiss was the most beautiful moment of my life to that point. Nothing else had come close. I don't know how long that moment lasted. We occasionally pulled away to look into each other's eyes then would sigh or moan and rejoin. After at least ten minutes of this we finally spoke. We hadn't even so much as said hello yet. Jill was the first one that finally managed to speak. She pulled away and looked at me with very moist eyes and said, "You're here." "I am. And I'm not going anywhere." After a few more minutes of staring and kissing we agreed to move on to a more quiet location. We went outside to hail a cab. I started to flag down a Toyota mini-van and Jill grabbed my arm and put it down. She grinned a devilish grin I would grow to love and said, "You can't cuddle in the back of one of those." I responded by kissing her deeply. This kiss was much more urgent than the ones in Grand Central. I wanted this woman and I wanted her to know it. Our lips pressed together so hard it almost hurt. Our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. I squeezed her to me tightly and gently bit her lower lip. She groaned and the sound made my cock leap in my pants. I pressed my rapidly growing hard-on against her and I knew she could feel it even through our winter layers of clothing. I reached under her coat and squeezed her amazing little ass. Another moan escaped her lips. This was New York and people were used to this sort of thing on the street but I wanted to get somewhere more private now. We finally broke our kiss and got into a more suitable cab. Jill gave the driver an address and we immediately returned to our kissing and groping. I turned to her and wrapped my arm around her. Our lips met again and I put my hand on her inner thigh. I quickly kissed my way across her cheek to her ear. I breathed heavily into it as I brushed my teeth against her earlobe. Jill slid her hands under my jacket and dug her fingers into my back through my sweater. I kissed her hard and pushed her back so that she was almost lying down in the back seat. I slid my hand under her coat. Caressing her stomach through her thin knit shirt as I returned my attention to her earlobe. Her hand drifted down and squeezed my ass. I stifled a loud moan. All too soon the cab stopped in front of a pub that Jill knew of but had never been in. A good safe location to continue our meeting. Before I had a chance to grab my wallet, Jill produced a twenty and paid the cabbie. It was a twelve dollar fare but she told him to keep the change. She was in just as big of a hurry as I was and the poor guy deserved a few extra bucks for putting up with our antics. The pub was almost empty on a Thursday afternoon. We moved to a quiet corner booth and ordered a couple of pints. We didn't immediately start making out again. Instead we just stared at each other. We looked deeply into each other's eyes and tried to convey the feelings we were both to scared to admit out loud. I reached out and touched her face. She closed her eyes and nuzzled against my hand. I couldn't believe how at home and comfortable I felt with her. We'd just really fully seen each other in the flesh less than forty five minutes and here we were. Staring at each other like star-crossed lovers from a bad romantic comedy. And I didn't feel awkward or self-conscious or embarrassed. I just felt whole and complete and truly happy. I held her hands and stared into her eyes for a moment. I let the fingers of one hand move up her loose sleeve, just grazing her forearm. She she gasped a bit and visibly shivered. I was amazed at the way she reacted to my touch. Jill leaned in and kissed me again. I did my best to return the passion she obviously felt. I slid my hand up the back of her shirt and felt her skin. It was soft and intoxicating. I kissed her neck and breathed deeply of the scent of her perfume. I made my way up and bit her ear. I felt her nails dig into my back. She pulled away a bit, smiled and said, "That's not fair." She was obviously referencing my solemn promise not to fuck her. I was leaned back on the wrap around couch like seat with my legs spread a bit. I hadn't realized it but my growing hard-on was proudly on display. She looked down and stared at it. Her smile disappeared and was replaced with the hungriest most lustful expression I've ever seen. Unexpected and Beautiful I tried to be playful. Trying to keep our one last rule intact. "Madam, are you looking at my cock?" I asked. She did not look away from it and her expression did not change. "Yes, I am," she hissed in a sexy and wanting voice. I attacked her. I didn't care if I was in public. I didn't care about our one remaining rule. I put my hand under her chin and moved her face back up to look at me. I leaned in and pinned her against the back of of the bench, shoving my tongue in her mouth and putting my hand back under her shirt. As I kissed her, I let my hand slide down into the back of her pants far enough to feel that she was wearing a thong. We were both beside ourselves with desire but I think Jill was outpacing me a bit in this regard. She had a wild look in her eyes like I've never seen. Her chest was heaving with every breath and I could already smell her sex in the air. I was intoxicated by her and powerless to resist any further. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Fuck the rules. I have to make love to you." Jill looked back at me, nodded and simply said, "Okay." She looked so scared and so vulnerable and so very much in love with me. I left the money on the table for our untouched drinks and we made our way to the door. Her apartment was nearby and we walked in silence. Sneaking long glances into each other's eyes. Stopping only to kiss briefly as we waited to cross intersections. We reached her building and got into the elevator. I pushed her against the wall of the lift and kissed her as forcefully as I dared to. We were both breathing heavily and groping at each other through our clothes. The door finally opened and we stumbled to her apartment as we continued kissing and grabbing at each other. Her husband was at work and we knew we had at least a couple of hours to get our pent up aggression out. However, this did not mean we took our time getting naked. As soon as we were inside we both dropped our coats to the floor and resumed our passionate kissing. My hands immediately went under her shirt and one moved to her breast. I squeezed it roughly through her bra. Her breasts were small but firm and I let out a little half moan/half sigh as I finally felt them. She leaned her head back and let out a wanton growl. I ran the tip of my tongue the length of her exposed neck back to her ear. After nibbling on it a bit and enjoying the sounds it made her make, I grabbed the bottom edge of her shirt with both hands and pulled up. She got the signal and took a step back to pull it over her head. She stood back and let me stare for a moment. I drank in her beauty for as long as my desire to touch her would let me. Her stomach was flat and toned. Her thin arms matched her frame perfectly. She was wearing a tiny white lace bra that barely covered her nipples. One end of her mouth turned up in a dirty little smirk. I'd never seen anything so beautiful and so sexy in my life. I couldn't stand to look any longer. I had to have her. I quickly and awkwardly pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it into a corner and took one step toward her. I kissed her and reached both hands around to unhook her bra. I pulled it off her shoulders and tossed it aside. Our naked torsos pressed together. I could feel her hard nipples against my ribs as I kissed her and roughly grabbed her ass. My cock was as hard a rock now and I pressed it against her and ground it into her stomach. We were both moaning loudly into each other's mouths now. Lost in a crazed lust-induced trance. Jill's fingernails were already digging at my back. She broke the kiss long enough to grab at pants and say, "Off!". I replied, "Only if you join me," and started fumbling with the button on her pants. We both helped each other get the buttons and zippers down and stepped out of our remaining clothes. I don't wear underwear so my eight inch hard-on flopped out against her stomach. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few quick strokes as I pulled her matching lace panties down past her hips. She wiggled a bit and they fell to the floor. I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and pinched it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Her breasts were small but her nipples were perfect. The areola was as soft as her amazing lips. The nipple itself was firm and about the size of pearl. Just as hard as one too. I loved the way it felt in my mouth. I was moaning loudly now and it had more to do with the feeling of sucking on her breast than it did her hand slowly stroking my cock. I continued to grope her ass as I sucked. I reached low and let my fingers brush against her pussy. I spread her open and a small gush of her juices greeted me. I slipped my middle finger inside her and made slow circles around her opening. I could feel how hot and tight and wet she was. I had to have more. I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. I followed her and we wound up with me on my knees and her sitting in front of me. Her legs were wrapped and my knees and thighs and her calves rested on mine. She grabbed my cock and looked at it with desire in her eyes. She licked her lips and moaned as she ran her hands over it. I rolled my head back and gasped and let out a low growl. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her chest and breasts. Her skin felt so good against my dick. My noises got louder as I pushed against her and looked down. She was staring at my cock with her mouth half open. Her eyes were partially glazed over and I could see her chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. I'd never seen a woman worship my cock like this and it was the biggest turn on I'd ever experienced. Jill leaned back and ran her tongue up the length of the underside of my cock. I groaned loudly as she did this and tried to thrust myself into her mouth as she reached the tip. She complied by opening her mouth and taking the head of it into her mouth. My cock is very thick but she handled it like a pro. I've always been proud of my size but dick looked huge in her small hands and in her mouth. She sucked on me gently as she swirled her tongue around the head. I had never felt pleasure like this in my life. Jill pumped my shaft as she continued to suck on the head. I tensed and felt the head of my cock swell in her mouth. She stopped to lean back and revel at my cock some more. Her eyes were crazy with lust. She squeezed the shaft and a large drop of precum escaped. She sighed, looked up straight into my eyes and leaned forward to lick it off with the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of it before hungrily swallowing the first two or three inches of cock. She was bobbing her head up and down with a purpose and determination now. Moaning as she did. I put my hand on the back of her head and thrust against her. She furiously pumped my shaft with one hand and squeezed my balls as she did. I desperately wanted to cum in her mouth but my desire to taste her was greater. I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me with a look of shock and disappointment. I roughly pushed her back onto the floor and sat back to look at her pussy. My cock was throbbing and bouncing slightly with every rapid heartbeat as I finally got a look at her sex. There was just a thin layer of short whispy dark hair on her pussy. Her inner lips were long and dark. A stark contrast to her pale skin. I could see her wetness clearly. When I had imagined this moment in my mind, I'd planned on teasing her and taking my time but I had no such patience now. I dove into her. Only pausing briefly to suck on her long inner lips before I shoved my tongue deep inside her. She tasted sweet and slightly salty. Light and amazingly wonderful. I moaned into her pussy as I lapped up every bit I could. Her body went tight and she let out a loud groan of relief as I devoured her. Her hands quickly went to my hair and pulled at it. I let my tongue drift upwards in search of her clit. Her clit was small but I found it and grazed it with the tip of my tongue. It was a hard throbbing little pea-sized clit and she responded immediately to the attention I was paying to it. "Oh god, yes," she moaned. That was all the encouragement I needed. I started flicking my tongue quickly across her clit. She tensed even more and started shaking and practically screaming. I had never seen a woman throw herself into sex with such abandon. I was intoxicated by her reactions and amazed that I was the one causing them. I try to be a generous lover but I just wanted to make her cum as fast as I could so that I could get my cock inside her. I reached down with one hand shoved two fingers into her pussy, curling them up to find her g-spot. My other hand went to her nipple and squeezed it as hard as I could. "Oh Jesus," she gasped as she began to shake violently. She pulled my hair hard as her first orgasm hit her. Her juices gushed onto my chin. I moved away from her clit and lapped up her cum as fast as I could. Before her orgasm fully subsided I moved up and shoved my cock fully into her in one fast rough stroke. Her eyes popped wide open and stared directly into mine as she came again. I didn't give her time to catch her breath and began thrusting into her hard and fast with long full strokes. Our bodies slapped together loudly as I fucked her with all of my pent up desire. We were both grunting and groaning like animals as the smell of sex filled the air. I shoved my two wet fingers into her mouth forcing her to taste herself. She sucked and licked at them hungrily as I continued to fuck her. I held her hands above her head as slowed down the pace a bit. I pulled out so that only the head of my cock was still in her and held it there for an agonizing moment or two before slamming back into her with a force that moved her an inch or two along the carpet with every thrust. She screamed every time I did it. I did this a couple dozen times before I reached down and grabbed her ass, rolling us over. My cock never came out of her as I positioned her to ride me. She never missed a beat as she leaned down to kiss me and started pumping up and down on my cock. I squeezed and massaged her ass cheeks as she rode me. Occasionally letting a slick finger or two tease her asshole. I pushed her up so that she was sitting straight up and I sat up as well so that I could suck on her perfect nipples some more. I moved back and forth from nipple to nipple. I sucked them into my mouth and bit them gently. She couldn't take any more and pushed me back down onto my back, holding me down by my shoulders. Her pace quickened and her moans got louder as her third orgasm neared. She began to shake again as she said, "What the fuck are you doing to me?". I grabbed her hips and pulled her down so that my cock was fully inside her. I held her still as I ground into her, putting pressure on her clit with my pubic bone. "Cum for me again, baby. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock." She gasped and threw her head back as her orgasm began. It was obviously by far the strongest one yet. Great streams of profanity escaped her lips as it took her. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and drew a little blood. I felt her pussy clamp down on me as she broke. Her juices squirted out around my the base of my cock and all over my balls as she came. She flopped down on me and begged me to hold her as she continued to cum. I squeezed her tight as her pussy continued to twitch and squeeze my cock. It was a very dirty but very beautiful moment. I was madly in love with this woman that I was holding as she came. I had never wanted a woman so badly in my life as I did at that moment. I had to cum. I had to put my seed inside her. Once she calmed down a bit I flipped her over and started to thrust into her again. She could sense my urgency. "Cum inside me. Fuck me with that big cock and fill me full of your cum." I started fucking her harder and harder. "Fuck me!" she yelled again and again. I just responded with a series of loud grunts as pounded her for all I was worth. I could feel our pubic bones banging together and was sure I'd have a bruise the next day but I didn't care. She grabbed my face and turned it towards her. "Look at me. Look me in the eyes as you cum in me." That was all it took. My cock swelled up almost painfully inside her as I slipped over the edge. Her mouth opened wide as she joined me in orgasm. Our eyes never left each other's as my cock pulsed and squirted rope after rope of hot cum into her soaking wet pussy. The glorious tingle spread from my balls up my abdomen and down my legs all the way to my feet. I could feel one foot start to cramp up a bit as I came. Oddly the pain just intensified my pleasure. If felt as if I was emptying all of my bodily fluids into her. My orgasm seemed to last for minutes before I was finally spent and collapsed on top her. She kissed my neck and I got up on my elbows to kiss her lips. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. Panting and breathing heavily as I slowly went soft inside her. Her wild look of lust was gone now and replaced with one of pure love. I did my best to return it. We stayed this way for what must have been ten minutes. She closed her eyes and shuddered as my soft cock slid out of her and a stream of my cum ran down her ass onto the carpet. My emotions overtook me and I said the phrase I swore I'd never let myself say to her. "I love you, Jill." She closed her eyes and took in a deep ragged breath. "I love you," she replied. Unexpected Appointment "So, how are you and Ron?" he asked. "He's fine, I guess. We broke up last week. That's why I'm here," she replied. "Oh?" He motioned for her to get up on the exam table. Amanda knew this was going to be the embarrassing part. Explaining to her friend's husband that she needed the full exam with all the tests because she couldn't keep her boyfriend happy and he had cheated on her. Of course, the slime ball couldn't have just dumped her. No, he had to continue to occasionally fuck her and fuck the other woman, or women - who knows how long this went on before she found out. It's not like she is ugly. At 5'4'' and 125 pounds she was a well proportioned woman. She had a 36 C cup breast and a nice tight ass that she worked hard to keep. She had strawberry blonde hair that she kept a little longer that shoulder length and she was attractive. But apparently that wasn't enough, she wasn't enough. It has been over for months now, but she just didn't want to admit it. She just wished Stacy would have told Jake about her and Ron, so that she didn't have to. "Yeah, I need the full exam all the tests. Especially the STD tests. He cheated on me, and I don't know who with or how long it went on." They had been together for three years. Three years wasted! She was now 28 years old and wanted to settle down. But she didn't have any prospects. Why couldn't she find a nice guy like Stacy had? Jake was nice, sexy and exceedingly good to her friend. He was about 6 foot, 185 pounds with dark brown hair and incredibly good looks. "I'm sorry, but I'm glad you realize you need to be tested. Most women don't even think about it until they show some kind of symptom. Have you noticed anything different?" he asked as he sat down in the rolling stool. The room was a typical gyno office. She was sitting on the cushy exam table which was facing away from the door; the stirrups had not been pulled out yet. There was a small changing room about the size of a small coat closet with a swing door that you could see above and below, the only thing the door blocked was the occupants' torso and upper legs. Right now her winter coat, clothes, and bra and panties were lying on the little bench just inside the door. Across the room was a small cabinet with a sink that stored the more commonly needed medical supplies. There were also several posters about giving oneself a breast exam, the anatomy of a woman's privates and posters about what a good or bad ovary looks like. "Well, I knew there was something wrong, but I guess in typical female fashion I just wanted to ignore it, I guess. I mean how long can I man go without sex before he explodes?" she replied. Ron may have still been fucking with her while he was cheating on her, but it was only after she would practically jump him. With an odd smile Jake replied, "I don't know about Ron, but I can't go very long. But I was asking about your health." "Oh, I'm sorry. If you can't tell I feel a little awkward doing this with you. But no, I haven't noticed any changes," Amanda told him. "Good. Not that I mind, but why are you here and not your regular gyno?" he asked. "Well, I don't really know my regular doctor. I mean, I know her, but what if the tests come back and something is wrong? I don't know, I just wanted someone I know to be here with me. Plus Stacy says you have a great bedside manner," she said with her own small smile remembering last summer. He smiled back at her, "I have been told that on occasion." **** They had been out at Jake and Stacy's lake house jet skiing. He and Stacy had their own jet skis, but Ron and Amanda had to rent theirs. While Ron, Jake and Stacy had all zoomed out of the "no wave zone", Amanda was a nervous wreck and could barely hold onto the damn thing. She had told Ron she had never rode one of these stupid things and he was supposed to stay with her, but he hadn't. After a few minutes she managed to make it back to the dock and was getting off when Jake pulled up. "What's wrong, Mandy?" he asked as she looped a rope from the pier to her jet ski. Her legs were shaking a little so she sat down hoping he didn't see. "Oh, nothing. Just decided I didn't want to go out is all." She hoped her voice didn't shake as well. "It's not nothing. Your heart is beating so fast, I can practically see it beating out of your chest," he said looking down at her breasts and then back into her eyes. "Are you scared?" "Um...yeah, a little. I've never ridden ones of those before and Ron was supposed to stay with me, but I guess that's not happening," she said looking out onto the lake. It was a large lake and she could no longer see Ron or Stacy. He smiled looking back over at the lake behind his shoulder. When he turned back to her, his smile had vanished. "If you want, I could teach you." "No, that's ok. I'll just hang around until you guys are done. No big deal." "It is a big deal. I invited you guys out here, and as such it's my job to make sure you have a good time. Plus it'll be fun, you'll see," he smiled. "Um...I don't think I can do it. You saw me, I was freaked out and I couldn't have been going more the 5 miles per hour," she said. "Well, you shouldn't have been on your own anyway. When you learn you should ride with someone first," he said looking over his shoulder at the lake again. "Ron should have known better." "Oh, well, I would like to go out there and try it. Maybe I could get used to it while someone else drives and then I could drive it on my own," she replied with a wavering smile. "That's my girl. Hop on." He had been idling next to the pier as they talked. Since she had been sitting on the pier with her legs dangling all she had to do to get on was lift her leg and place it on the seat of the jet ski. He turned to make sure she was getting on ok, and since she was now standing on the seat with one leg and leaning on the dock, her pussy was level with his face. Good thing I shaved, she thought. She was wearing her favorite and most reveling bikini hoping Ron would want to get busy on the trip. She wasn't sure what was going on, probably stress from his job, but they hadn't had much sex. She was hoping to change that this weekend. The black bikini was small with just two triangles barely covering her nipples and small bottoms that covered her pussy mound, but barely. She was wearing a life jacket, so she wasn't worried about her top falling off and flashing the lake while in the water. Slowly she lowered herself to the seat careful not to fall off the other side. Jake turned around and slightly shook his head, "All set?" he asked his voice slightly more husky than before. "I'm ready." She didn't know where to put her hands. So, she grabbed onto the seat underneath her. "You'll need to hold onto me. It can get pretty rough when you're riding shotgun," he told her. "Oh, ok then." She wrapped her arms around and placed her hands on his chest on top of his slippery life jacket. "All set." He grabbed her hands and moved them to the bottom of his jacket. "Here, grab onto the jacket." She curled her fingers under the jacket and felt his smooth muscled abs clench. He was wearing blue swim shorts and she could feel the tops of them against the back of her fingers. "Now I'm all set." They took off, slow at first until she told him she was ready to go faster. He did, making sure she was ok all the time. If she flexed her legs she inadvertently squeezed him between her thighs and he would slow down the jet ski a little, he was so in tune with what she was feeling. With the waves bouncing and the wind in her hair, water in her face she couldn't see much over his shoulder, but she was having fun. The fact that a man was between her thighs again wasn't bad either. She squeezed him again just to feel it this time. Her pussy was pressed up against his ass and it felt great every time she flexed. She was getting very aroused. "You okay?" he asked looking over his shoulder. "Oh..um..yeah. Do you think I could try now?" she asked. Wait! What did I just ask?? she thought. "Yeah, sure. It's a little hard to switch drivers out on the water, but we could try," he said turning off the motor. "Ok, lift you right leg across my lap. I'll help you slid around and then you can turn around and face front. Ok?" "Ok. I think I get it." She lifted her leg across his lap and he turned to grab her waist. Jake lifted her up and slid her around. Now she was facing him, sitting in his lap. Oh my. I need to get laid, she thought. A little breathlessly she said, "Ok now how do I turn around." With his hands still on her hips he replied, "Now pull you left leg up so you're sitting across my lap. And then as you turn around, lift your right leg over the handle." Once she was across is lap, she completed the turn and was now sitting with him at her back with his hands loosely around her waist his fingertips just resting on the top of her bikini bottoms his palms on her smooth skin. He reached with his hands and showed her how to start the jet ski again. He was now basically wrapped all around her and with her being so horny, she had to keep reminding herself she was taken, he was taken. But it felt good to be in a man's arms, even if it wasn't sexual, for him at least. For her this was the closest she'd been to sex in weeks. He showed her the speed controls, how to turn and everything she would need to know to get started. He put his hands back on her stomach and then he said, "Let's go." Amazingly she discovered she was just as tuned into him as he was to her. When he thought she was going too fast for her to control he would unconsciously press his fingers into her stomach, and she would slow down. With the excitement of actually driving this thing, it took her awhile to realize his cock was hard and pressing against her ass. When she did realize it, it felt so wonderful to have a hard cock against her she slowly started to press back into him. She slowed down the jet ski until they were idling again, but she kept rubbing against him, his fingers tightened on her and then he was rubbing against her. Soon they were dry humping each other. Jake started to move his hands down. He had to touch her pussy, see if she was as wet as he was hard. He slipped his fingers under her bikini and was soon touching the bare pussy lips he had wanted to see at the dock. He slid his fingers down and when he found her clit they moaned together. He rubbed a few circles around it and then moved on to her pussy lips. Slowly he slid his fingers along her slit and then slowly pressed his two middle fingers in keeping the heel of his palm against her clit. As he continued to dry hump her he finger fucked her. He has been a few weeks without sex too. Things were not going well in his marriage and he was tired of being the only one to try to fix it. He was so turned on right now he was about to lose his load in his swim shorts. She was so responsive, so sexy that he could do this all day and never tire of it. He wanted to taste her, but knew he couldn't on the watercraft. As he kept on hand down finger fucking her, he added his second hand to touch some of her pussy juice. Then he slowly brought it up to his lips. She turned her head to watch him and saw him suck her juice off his finger. That put her over the edge and she came. He felt her pussy spasm and clench around his fingers and imagined the hot moist walls of her cunt milking his cock like it was milking his fingers and he came. They moaned and came together as he thrust his hips against her ass one last time. Slowly they drifted back down to earth after their orgasms and realized what they had done. He took his fingers out of her pussy and her bikini and rested them back high on her hips. They didn't say anything as she slowly started the jet ski and headed back toward the dock. By silent mutual agreement they decided to pretend it hadn't happened. When they got back to the dock, they didn't see either Ron or Stacy, but their jet skis were back. Jake and Amanda got off and tied the jet ski up. "I think I'm going to jump in the lake," Jake said. "I...uh...need to wash off." "Oh. Yeah...sure. I'll see you at the house," she said and she turned to go. As he was about to jump in the lake she called out to him, "Jake." When he turned to look at her, she said, "You know I was really scared before you came back, but I had fun. And...well...thank you. For a doctor you must have a pretty good bedside manner with scared patients." With that she turned and walked back towards the house. The rest of the weekend trip was uneventful and they never mentioned what had happened. But neither of them ever forgot it. **** Now Jake smiled at Amanda and said trying to shake off the memory said, "My nurse will be in shortly, so I'll just ask you a few questions first, okay?" He reached over on the wall and grabbed her chart off of the holder next to the door. "Okay." "When was your last period?" he asked looking down at the chart. "Two weeks." "Are you currently on birth control?" "No," she said. He looked up surprised, and then tried to wipe the emotion off of his faced as he looked down. "Any particular reason why?" "Well, Ron and I had started talking about getting married and immediately started a family, so I stopped taking it," she replied. Again he was surprised, but this time he was able to hide it. No one knew yet, but Stacy had filed for divorce a month ago. He was more upset that he failed something, than he was that his marriage was over. How sad it that? He had been ready to start a family and that was when his marriage had started to go downhill. Last winter, he had asked Stacey if she wanted to start trying to have a baby, and she had freaked out. She had accused him of wanting her to be barefoot and pregnant and have no life at all. That wasn't true at all; he was ready to be a father. He was an OB for fuck's sake, he liked children. He wanted to bring his own into the world, not just other people's children. They hadn't fucked since. Like she was afraid he could trick her into getting pregnant or something. Then he started to realize she was fucking, just not him. He briefly wondered if Mandy knew that Stacy had been cheating on him. But probably not. He also wondered if Stacy had told Mandy that they weren't together anymore. He would guess not, or she wouldn't be here. He was pretty surprised when he saw her name on his list of appointments for today. "Mandy, could you be pregnant?" he asked her getting back to the job at hand, so to speak. "I don't know, I don't think so. Wouldn't that just be a kick in the nuts," she said. "Ok, I'll run a test on that just in case. When was your last pap smear? I can do that while you're here, too." "Over a year, I think," she said. Just then the nurse knocked lightly as she opened the door. She was short, round and reminded Mandy of Mrs. Butterworth like on the syrup jar. "Hi," she said. As she took her position on next to the small cabinet and sink. Jake pulled out the stirrups and positioned them just right for Mandy to lift her feet into. "Okay, Mandy. Scoot down until you bottom is even with the edge of the table," Jake said. As Mandy did as instructed she thought, God this is weird. My friend's husband is between my legs...again. Speaking of friend..."How is Stacy?" she asked as Jake lifted her gown and folded it over her knees. His nurse handed him something and he turned back to her. Jake froze for a second then said, "Um..I fine, I guess." God, she has the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen, he thought. He had imagined what it looked like after he had touched it at the lake, but his imagination couldn't come close. Pretty pink, with perfectly shaped lips with the outer ones slightly larger than the hidden inner ones. Spread like this, he had no trouble seeing every bit of her and it helped that she was shaved. Believe it or not, but a patient had never given him a hard on before. She, however, she had him hard the minute he realized he would get to see her and touch her, even if it was for an exam. He looked down at his hands and saw they were slightly shaking. He pulled on the latex gloves the nurse had handed him and then held out his finger for her to squirt some lubrication on. He stood up and moved a little closer to the table. His back was blocking the nurse's view of Mandy's pussy and face, but he knew should he make any inappropriate moves she would know, that is why she was here in the first place. He looked down at Mandy and made eye contact as he said softly, "This might be a little cold." Then he slowly pushed his fingers into her...for the second time since they had known each other. Her eyes widened and she said breathlessly, "You're right, it's cold." As he moved his fingers around making sure he didn't feel anything abnormal, she squeezed him with her pussy muscles. Her eyes slowly fell closed and he couldn't resist - he curled his fingers up to touch her g-spot. She gasped. And he said softly, "Sorry, did that hurt?" as he did it again. A little breathlessly she replied, "No, it just surprised me." "Okay, you let me know if it hurts," he said as he continued to unobtrusively finger fuck her again. Her pussy muscles kept clamping around his fingers, so he knew she was enjoying his attentions. He slowly rubbed his thumb over her clit while he continued to curl his fingers inside of her. Regretfully, he pulled his fingers out and slowly slid them up her lips to gently touch her clit one last time. All unobserved by the nurse. By now he was so hard, if he turned around his nurse would probably report him to the medical association. It wasn't uncommon for the patient to get aroused during an exam, but when the doctor did there was a problem. "I didn't feel anything to be concerned about, which is good," he said. He was surprised he was able to keep his voice steady. "Now, I'll get a couple of swabs and run those test for you." As he sat down he was back at eye level with her glorious pussy again. He took the swabs from his nurse and gently inserted it one at a time into her cunt, collecting the juice and tissue he wanted to bury his face in and taste. Once he pulled the last swab out he turned slightly to his nurse who had the containers ready and he dropped them in individually. He looked up at Mandy's face and her eyes had remained closed the whole time. "The tough part's over," he said. "You can put your legs down now." As she did, the gown she was wearing did not fall all the way back down to her knees and he could still see her pussy lips. He would normally have pulled it down, but he wanted to see them. He moved from in between her spread thighs and pulled his gloves off. He then walked up towards her face at the top of the table. His nurse took the samples and left the room. "I'll need to draw some blood for some of the other tests," he told Mandy. The door shut behind the nurse after she left and he leaned over and said softly to Mandy, "You can open your eyes now." Then Jake reached out and opened the front of her gown and displayed one perfect round firm breast. The nipple was hard from his earlier ministrations on her pussy, and he wanted to lean down to kiss it. Instead, he started a breast exam by using his fingertips to slowly touch and press on her breast checking for any lumps or bumps, working his way around in smaller and smaller circles until he was just circling the nipple. Normally, he would have been staring at the wall, but this time he was staring into Mandy's eyes. Mandy's breath was shallow and she knew this wasn't a normal routine exam. All her other doctors didn't do this. They always avoided touching the areas like her g-spot and her nipple. There was no medical reason to touch that. He had finger fucked her on purpose, and he had done it with his nurse in the room. My god she had almost come, she thought. Maybe he had felt that and that's why he stopped. And then when he sat back down afterwards, she would have given anything for him to have put his face to her and eaten her. Now he was touching her breast, only it wasn't a simple touch to make sure she was lump-free, he was feeling her up. But using his doctorate, to do so. He moved his hands to the other breast and did the same thing to that one. She just wanted him to squeeze them, hold them in his hand. She wanted him to reach down and touch her pussy without the gloves. Jake was leaning slightly over her to reach her other breast with both hands, and when she broke eye contact to look down at his cock; she saw that it was hard and straining against his black slacks. His lab coat was caught on a pen in his pocket so she had a perfect view of his stiff cock.