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Julie & I

By: silverace1



This story lives out a lifelong fantasy of mine and although the characterizations are fictional, I am dedicating this story to my online friend Julie.

My nephew John married about three years ago at the age of 31 to a beautiful young lady named Julie. Julie was only 24 and was a vision in white satin at the wedding. She is a brunette with the most glorious blue eyes you can imagine. I had the honour of acting as emcee at the wedding since John and I had been quite close since his parents were killed in an automobile accident when he was only 18. I suppose I acted as somewhat of a surrogate father to him after my brother died.

At the wedding, I had the joy of dancing with Julie several times and as she melted into my arms, I felt really quite aroused. I suppose it was fortunate that she was unable to feel anything through the multiple petticoats under her dress – or at least so I assumed. I wasn't sure but for the balance of the evening, she seemed to be glancing at me occasionally and smiling rather coyly.

Since I had to return to my home several provinces away the next day, I made an early evening of the reception and retired to my hotel room. In the morning, I caught my early flight and returned to work the next day. My work as an accountant at a large corporation kept me very busy and, except for regular phone calls to John and Julie, I haven't seen them in almost 2 years. Then, about a year ago, I received an excited call from a very ecstatic couple – Julie was pregnant and would deliver in about seven months. I was very pleased but sorry that John's parents wouldn't have a chance to see their first grandchild. Perhaps I could fill that role to some degree – I would love to have a granddaughter or grandson to spoil.

I knew I was going to be very busy at work for the next year since we were in the process of a major merger that took all my time. However, I went into my bosses' office the next morning and booked some holiday time for when the baby would be about three months old. I wanted to spend some quality time with all of the family.

Time seemed to fly by and it wasn't long before I was enroute to John and Julie's. They had since moved into their own small house and were able to put me up rather than staying in a hotel. This would give me all the more time to get acquainted with Jennifer Marie (they had named the babe after John's mother and Julie's mother. I suppose it would keep both sides happy. When I arrived at the airport, a glowing Julie who rushed to embrace me at the arrivals gate met me. Her mother was watching the baby while she picked me up since John had been called out of country for three weeks on business. I was disappointed that I would miss John (I was only here for two weeks before I had to return to work) but would reacquaint myself with Julie and have lots of time with Jenny. We walked arm-in-arm to the luggage carousel to pick up my bag and then Julie led me to her car and we headed home.

Her mother (whom I had met at the wedding) bade her farewells almost as soon as we arrived. She had made us a light supper and put the baby down for a nap. Julie and I sat at her kitchen table and she offered me some wine with my dinner. After she served me, I noted that she wasn't drinking. When I asked her why, she said, "I'm breast feeding Jenny, Uncle Bob so I don't drink"

"Oh, of course, I said, just a little embarrassed for not thinking of it. So many young mothers these days seem to prefer the bottle since they are busy with their careers even after childbirth but Julie had opted, she told me, to be a stay-at-home Mum as long as possible. Then I said, "Julie, since we are both adults here and John has always used my first name, please call me Bob, not Uncle, OK?" She agreed with a smile and a nod.

Just then, we heard a soft crying from the nursery so, leading me by the hand, Julie led me upstairs to introduce me to Jenny. She was lying in her crib and was smiling (well, maybe it was just gas?) and cooing now that she had our undivided attention. She was a beautiful babe with her mother's eyes and a dark cowl covering her head. Julie decided a changing was required so I went down the hall to have a quick shower in my room. I was only in the shower for 15 minutes of so, towelled off and put on my bathrobe for comfort. As I started back down the hall towards the stairs, I heard a soft crooning from the nursery. As I stepped into the doorway, I was awestruck by what I saw.

Julie had obviously changed herself. She was sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the nursery wearing a very short terry cloth gown that barely covered her crotch. One shoulder was pulled down and her full breast was exposed. Jenny had her lips clamped around the most beautiful nipple I have ever seen and was greedily – and noisily – sucking her evening meal. Julie was looking down with a mother's love at her daughter and was singing a sweet soft song to Jenny. I was an unobserved bystander, I thought, until Julie looked up at the doorway and whispered, "Come in, Bob and sit beside me. I am sure that Jenny won't mind and I know I don't"

I moved slowly over and sat down in the other rocker that was positioned just to Julie's right. From that vantage point, I could see the side of her breast and the engorged nipple that was the focus of Jenny's attention. Slowly, the babe started to doze as she reached her limit and Julie looked over at me and asked, "Bob, would you please take her and put her in her crib while I get cleaned up?" As she handed Jenny to me, my hand lightly grazed Julie's exposed nipple and I felt the heat and my palm became wet with the overflow from her nipple. As Julie watched me, I cradled Jenny in one arm and brought my hand to my mouth, smelled the sweet milk and my tongue reached out to lap it up. We smiled at each other; then, as I laid Jenny down and tucked her in, Julie whispered hoarsely, "Meet me in our bedroom, Bob, and please hurry?"

I tucked the baby snugly into her crib and raised the side rail. I then hurried down the hall to the master bedroom. Julie had lit a couple of candles on the bedside tables and was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the king sized bed with her robe tossed on the floor. Her heavy full breasts – still full of milk – stood proudly out from her chest. When I looked downwards I could see that she was completely shaven (she kept herself shaved ever since Jenny was born) and I could see that shiny pearly drops of milk were hanging from the tips of each hard nipple.

My cock stood immediately to attention creating an obvious tenting in my housecoat. Julie smiled and said, "Do I have to be the only naked person in the room?" Without taking my eyes of this vision, I undid the sash of my robe and shrugged it off my shoulders to the floor. "Mmm; very impressive!" she said softly while beckoning me closer to the bed.

"Jenny left so much milk behind that my breast feel so pressured, Bob. Could you please come here and ease the load for me?" I crawled slowly onto the bed and as I lay down beside her, she cradled my head in her arms and lowered her left tit to my open hungry mouth. God, how I have waited for this moment!

I closed my lips around her swollen nipple and sucked it firmly. At first only a tiny drop escaped until I started to pull harder at the nipple. Suddenly a stream of warm, slightly watery but very sweet milk filled my mouth and I continued to swallow as I milked my lovely Julie. With each successive draw of her tit, she moaned softly and cried, "Oh yes; keep that up! It feels so good and I am getting so wet." I could smell the excitement arising from between her legs and I reached down with my right hand and started to stroke her outer labia ever so lightly. She was so wet, I felt like she was trying to suction my hand right inside her but I stayed on her outside for now to heighten the feeling for her.

Julie moved my head to her other tit and I started to suck the excess milk there as well. Meanwhile, I felt her hand encircle my hard cock and start to stroke me at the same speed I was stroking her. Apparently the sensation of me suckling on her was creating a near climax in her cunt and my fingers slipped into her and I started to fuck her deeply while I sucked her milk into my throat and she sped up her hand job on me.

The feeling was building in my balls as I moaned and started to raise my hips to meet her downward strokes. I suddenly pulled her hand off me, left her breast and got up - somewhat shakily – on my knees between her spread legs. I had to taste her sweet juices and I needed to fuck her so much. I didn't realize it but I had actually spoken those words out loud and she cried out, "Yes, please Bob! Taste me and fuck me! Now!"

She pulled her knees to her chest and I dove down and fastened my mouth over her slick pussy and buried my tongue deep inside her. I avoided her clit but instead ran my tongue around her outer and inner lips until she started to buck as she neared her first orgasm. Ass she raised her hips and strained downwards, I wrapped my lips around her hard clit and sucked on it while I slid two fingers into her cunt and fucked her. She screamed out,"Oh yes! I'm going to cum! Please don't stop!!" as she filled my mouth with her juices. What a thick sweet taste I thought, as I swallowed it all.

I rose up – her juices covering my face – and leaned down to kiss her deeply. As our tongues played with each other, she could taste herself and she grinned; "Now, I want you inside me!" she whispered. I lifted her legs until they rested on my upper arms and teased her open pussy with the corona of my raging cock. I don't remember ever feeling so turned on or so hard. The precum was just streaming out and my cock slid so easily into Julie's waiting cunt. I paused for a few seconds to let her get used to me – I am a little wide although not terribly long (only about 7"). However, Julie wouldn't wait and with her long sexy legs clamped around me, pulled me into her until my balls slapped her ass cheeks. She sighed with contentment – as did I as she squeezed me tightly with her pussy muscles. 

"Fuck me long and hard, Bob! I want you to cum inside me – I need to feel your hot spunk now!" With that I started slow and deep strokes – pulling almost all the way out and then slowly pushing as deep as I could go. Julie started to meet each of my strokes and reached up to pull me down for a series of deep kisses as we picked up the pace. Soon I was moving so fast and she was gushing around my cock - we were making more and more noise and both cried out in unison, "I'm going to cum! Can't hold any longer."

With one final lunge forward until I could feel my cock hit her cervix, I started to cum again and again. Julie squeezed and milked my cock until she had drained every last drop. 

I finally eased her legs to the bed and, as my cock softened and withdrew from her, I lay down beside her. She curled up in my arms as she pulled a sheet over us. We were both breathing fast and ragged but soon we calmed down enough to talk.

"Thanks, my love," I said. "But this is not something we should have done."

"Bob, do you remember the dances we had at my wedding reception?" she asked. I answered in the affirmative not sure where this was leading.

"Well, when we were dancing, you were very turned on and I could feel your cock hard against me. I was so turned on I could stop looking over at you! Ever since then, I have dreamed of the time when we could be together. When Jenny was born, John wanted me to bottle feed her right away but I wanted to feel the excitement of someone sucking my nipples several times a day; and I always imagined it was you! Now my dream has come true thanks to your opportune visit and John's absence"

I smiled over at her and drew her close in a kiss and we then curled together and fell into a dreamless sleep.

For the balance of my visit, I continued to help Julie with her milk overflow and we continued to make love several times each day. When it came time to leave – a week before John was due home – I promised to keep in touch with Julie and gave her my office phone number to call me anytime during the day if she wanted to talk. To this day, we talk several times a week and I plan to visit again in a couple of months when John goes on his next prolonged trip. Julie has kept Jenny on the breast for just such an occasion! 

Julie & I Ch. 02



It has been two and a half months now since my last visit to John and Julie and to enjoy the new baby. Jenny was now a little over five months old and I knew from my last call from Julie about two weeks ago that she was still on the breast. True to her word, Julie had kept Jenny breast-feeding as long as possible.

I was about to go out for the day when my telephone rang and when I picked it up, it was Julie. “Bob,” she said. “I just learned that John is travelling overseas for two months next week to set up a new division for his company. Would you like to come and stay with Jenny and I?” It took me all of a few seconds to answer in the affirmative and she told me she would call for my flight arrival just after John left on his trip. I immediately booked a trip and waited for her call.

Ten days later, Julie greeted me at the airport with an enthusiastic embrace and kiss as she held Jenny on her hip. After I had picked up Jenny, we walked arm-in-arm to get my baggage and piled into Julie’s car for the trip home. As soon as we arrived and I had settled my bags into Julie and John’s room (we both knew without speaking that I would be sleeping there), I joined Julie and Jenny in the nursery where the baby was receiving her afternoon meal. Immediately thereafter, she would be put down for her nap. I took my position next to mom and babe in the matching rocker and gazed lovingly at the hungry sucking of the baby’s lips around Julie’s thick nipple. I reached over and turned Julie’s head towards me and brushed my lips softly along her jawbone to her ear where I whispered “It’s so good to be here with you again my love”.

As her head turned into mine and we shared a kiss – gentle at first and then with a bit more urgency – Julie moaned into my mouth as the sensations of having her nipple tugged on and my kiss combined. I reached down and laid my hand in her lap under the reclining baby and pressed her mound while continuing the kiss. Fortunately, Jenny had dozed off and I removed my hand so that Julie could tuck the babe in for her nap. After brushing a loving kiss on Jenny’s forehead, Julie took my hand and led me down the hall to her (our) bedroom. The sheers were pulled across the French doors leading to the balcony and a slight summer breeze billowed them inward.

Julie melted into my arms and with her arms around my neck, pulled me into a passionate kiss. As our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, she reached behind me and pulled my ass hard into her. As she felt the hardness of my erection rubbing against her, she pulled all 135 lbs and five and a half feet up my body wrapping her legs around my waist. I cupped her firm ass in my hands and, without breaking the kiss, we staggered to the king size bed. When my knees hit the edge of the mattress, I lowered her – not too smoothly, I’m afraid – onto the top sheet. Without taking my eyes off her intense blue eyes, I stepped back and slowly unbuttoned my silk shirt and shrugged it to the floor. Undoing my belt, I unclasped my pants and let them fall to the floor after kicking off my loafers. My socks quickly followed and I stood there in my bikini briefs with the glistening tip of my cock protruding from the waistband. Julie held out her arms and I lowered myself to lie on top of her. Our lips met and we once again began the long preamble to our lovemaking by kissing each other everywhere above the neckline for at least 30 minutes. Although we were both very aroused, we knew that the longer the foreplay lasted, the more intense the results.

Julie rolled me onto my back and sat astride my hips. She slowly teased my cock by rotating her hips. She was still wearing the short pleated skirt and cotton shirt she had been wearing when she picked me up at the airport a couple of hours ago. As she shifted on my cock, she spread her skirt wider and pulled the front up high enough for me to see her smooth pussy - she was wearing no panties - and I felt her wetness soaking my briefs and through to my erect and straining cock. She slowly unfastened the button of her shirt and let it slide down her arms to the bed. She was wearing a lacy white bra through which her hard nipples could be seen. She was also leaking milk from her still full breasts and it created a transparency to the cups of her bra. I was licking my lips in anticipation when she unclasped the bra at the front and pulled it back. Her full tits with the inviting nipples protruding stood proudly on her thrust out chest and I started to sit up to take then in my mouth.

Julie wanted to be in control this time, and pushed me back on the bed. She slid down my body, trailing kisses as she went. She paused for a second and swirled her tongue around my nipples and then nipped and sucked on them until they became hard and full with blood. How did she know that this is such an erogenous zone for me? I loved to have my nipples sucked on and often, when I was trying to pleasure myself, would tweak them until the feeling drove into my cock! 

As she slid lower on my body – circling my navel with her pointed tongue – she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and slid them off my legs. She then stood and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood at the side of the bed in all her naked glory with an enigmatic smile playing across her lips. She whispered to me “Lift your legs to your chest, my darling!” As I did, she crawled onto the bed and lowered her head to my clean-shaven balls and run her tongue around them and then took them into her warm mouth and very gently rolled them around while her tongue laved me! My cock twitched and hardened even more and precum was oozing almost continuously from it. Her mouth released my ball sack and her hot tongue continued down until I felt it touch my sphincter and I groaned with the feeling she was giving me. She was rimming my most sensitive ass and it felt sooo spectacular. Her hands spread my ass cheeks and her tongue probed at me until I relaxed enough that it slipped inside me. She started to fuck my ass with her tongue and every time she went in a little more - I wanted to reach down and stroke my cock, it was throbbing so much. On the other hand, I wanted her to continue so I pulled my legs higher still and spread them to give her more access. 

After about ten minutes of almost excruciatingly joyous treatment, she helped me lower my legs to the bed and crawled up to share a deep kiss with me. I could taste the bittersweet taste of my inner reaches on her tongue and it wasn’t at all unpleasant. 

She lowered her head to my cock and with her tongue pointed and hard, she probed my pee hole drawing out copious amounts of precum, which she sucked off. “Yum!” she said in a husky voice. Her warm hot mouth opened to take the head of my cock inside and her tongue played with the underside of my sensitive glans. As I oozed more and more precum, she continued to swallow it all. Slowly, she engulfed more of my cock until all 7” was buried in her mouth. Her eyes looked up at me to check on my reaction and then, still watching me closely, started to pull her mouth almost all the way out and then plunge it to the back of her throat again. 

This went on for several minutes until I started to tense up and cried out “ Baby, I’m going to cum if you keep that up! Oh please, not yet!” With her thumb and forefinger, she exerted just enough pressure below my cock head to take the pressure off. She then repeated the cycle for at least another 20 minutes – it felt like an eternity. I begged her to let me cum but she just shook her head slowly. Finally she released my cock (which felt as hard as steel) and held on to it firmly to keep me from cumming.

She then straddled my hips and spreading her wet vulva lips wide, started to rub herself and pull on her clit until she was quite literally soaking me with her cum. She sped up the self-expression until she did her wonderful ejaculation, spraying my body, upper legs and cock with her cum. Now that we were both fully lubricated, she grasped my cock and lowered her cunt lips to the hard gleaming tip and dropped herself in one movement to fully impale her self to the fullest.

As my cock hit her cervix, we both cried out and I pulled her close enough to allow her full breast to reach my mouth. As she remained still on my cock – but clenching the walls of her pussy in a milking motion – I started to run her nipple between my teeth until the first warm milk sprayed into my mouth. Swallowing every drop greedily, I moved my hand to her other breast and pulled and twisted the nipple as I moved that breast closer to the one in my mouth. I felt the second breast spray its sweet nectar all over my face and neck and this was enough for Julie. She pulled her tits away from my ministrations, sat up and started to ride my cock. As she did, she grabbed both of her tits and squeezed then furiously sending warm streams of milk over my chest and as far as my mouth. Her speed increased as she rose and fell on my cock and I reached down to stoke her clit – now swelling so much, it protruded outside her labia – on her down strokes.

I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell inside her and she fell forward on my chest as her orgasm swept through her. Mine was close on following hers and I started to cum over and over again inside her. With each fresh spurt, her cunt grabbed my cock along its length as if she was going to pull every last drop of my being from me.

With a deep sigh, I whispered in her ear “I love you, my darling Jules!” 

“And I love you, Daddy!” she said.

With that, we rolled over and dozed in each other’s arms until the crying of Jenny awoke us. Julie went into the nursery, changed the baby and then brought her into our bed where we sat up against our pillows and the baby went to one breast while I gently massaged the other. 



Julie and Mitch



Part 1

One Friday, Mitch decided to invite some of the employees out to a restaurant and bar for happy hour. There about twelve employees. John had told his wife to pick him at the restaurant afterwards as he did not want drive home if he was drunk. Everybody was having a good time when Julie arrived to pick up John. She was wearing a very conservative suit with a knee high skirt that had a little slit in it, and very silky black nylons, with two inch heels.

Mitch couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. He thought she was about fifty-five, but she was in really good shape. He also liked how she wore her gray-streaked black hair in a bun and she was not dressed flashy. He had always been attracted to older women, but had never had an intimate relationship with one. That was his biggest fantasy. He immediately was excited.

John was ready to go home, but Mitch said, "Stay a little while longer, let your wife sit down and have a drink."

John replied, "Okay, but for only about a half hour."

There was an empty seat next to Mitch and she sat there. Her husband was sitting at the other end of the table. She noticed what a handsome man Mitch was. He had dark hair and dark eyes. He was dressed in a beautiful blue suit. She also noticed how fit he was unlike her husband.

Mitch said, "Hello it's nice to meet you, I didn't know, John had just a beautiful wife."

"Why thank you," Julie responded.

Mitch asked her what she wanted to drink.

Julie said, "Gin and tonic."

So Mitch ordered her a drink.

Mitch asked her, "How long have you and John been married?"

Julie said, "Almost thirty-five years. We have three grown children and two grandchildren. The children live out of town and it's just John and I. I am getting bored just staying at home. I would like to get a part time job, just to get out of the house."

"Don't you spend time with your children and grand kids?"

"Yes, but I come home and it's the same boring life. All John wants to do is relax and watch television. I need more excitement."

For the past ten years she hadn't had any loving from John.

That statement really got Mitch's juices flowing. He really thought she was the type of woman to have an affair with. He loved his wife but he wanted to have an affair and love a woman who wanted the same thing. He wanted to take it slow and not be real forward for fear she wouldn't like him.

"I don't understand it; you are a very attractive woman."

"Thank you!"

Julie felt her juices starting to flow.

She was attracted to Mitch, but she thought, 'Why he would want to be with an older woman like me?' although she never felt old. He felt her knee against his leg. He didn't want to move his leg; he loved that feeling. His dick was starting to expand. She was the woman for him.

John was ready to go home and started to say his goodbyes to everybody. Julie was a little disappointed she wanted to stay and get to know Mitch.

Mitch said to her, "I see our evening is being cut short, but I'm having a dinner party at my house in two weeks and I would like to invite you and John. Maybe we can continue our conversation then. I would like to get to know more about you."

"I would love that, Mr. Lavelle."

"Please call me Mitch. So it's a date?"

"Yes Mitch, I'll be there; hopefully we can stay longer than tonight."

"I'll make sure John stays."

John came over and said goodbye to Mitch and Mitch invited him to the party.

For two weeks Julie couldn't wait for the party. She was getting a good feeling that something would happen with Mitch. Maybe this was her last chance for some loving she so desperately needed. She didn't want a commitment but just wanted someone to love her and her body. Maybe Mitch had that same feeling.

She started thinking about what she should wear. She thought a conservative dress with sexy undergarments, so she went shopping about a week before the party. She found a beautiful navy blue dress that zipped up the back and hemmed just at the knee. She decided to buy a see through lacy black bra and panties. Julie loved to wear either pantyhose or stockings with a garter. Since she hasn't had any reason to wear the stockings for a long time, she bought some shear navy blue stocking and would wear the garters. She was getting wet just thinking about it.

The Wednesday before the party, John got some bad news his older brother died. John would have to go to the funeral, which was about a thousand miles away. He wouldn't be able to go to the party. He told Julie she didn't have to go and insisted she go to the party alone. He wanted to stay on the good side of Mitch, just in case there was a promotion for him in the future.

The next day he went into the office and told Mitch what happened and that he would not be back to work until next Tuesday.

Concerned John asked, "Would that be a problem?"

Mitch said, "No problem, you have to be with your family."

"Julie is not going. She isn't very close to my family. Is it okay if she still comes to the party?"

"Absolutely; if she needs a ride tell her to call me."

"I will."

John went home that evening and started to pack and told Julie what Mitch said about needing a ride. Julie really got excited. She didn't know what to do, to drive or have Mitch fetch her.

Friday, she decided to call Mitch for a ride. He said he would pick her up at half past seven and he was looking forward to it.

All day Julie was feeling like a teenager going on her first date. Finally Mitch arrived.

He took one look at her and said, "Wow you look fantastic!"

"Thank you; you are very handsome man who has a way with words."

Mitch opened the car door for Julie and watched her slide into the front seat. He noticed what beautiful stocking covered legs she had. He had always had a fetish for legs especially with pantyhose or stockings.

"Julie, I am so glad you are coming to the party. I want to get to know you better."

"I am so glad you invited me and are giving me a ride. You really didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to do this. You can have a few drinks and not worry about driving home. So Julie what is missing from your life?"

Julie was surprised about the question. "I have not had any loving for over ten years. John is just not interested. Just getting out tonight is a thrill for me. Why would such a handsome young man be interested in an old lady like me? I'm twice your age."

"Julie let me tell you. I'm in the same situation as you. Since Mary and I had our last child, three years ago, she hasn't been interested in making love. She is into being a mother. Also I have always had fascination with older woman, but never acted on it. You just fell into my life and I want to act on it. You are very beautiful not only on the outside but inside. To be honest with you, I want to have an affair with an older woman who is lacking loving and make her happy. No commitment, just meet when we can, it must be very discreet. I was hoping you were interested because you sound like that's what you want."

Julie couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was too good to be true.

She responded by putting her hand on his knee and said, "I would love it, but how do we be discreet so our spouses aren't suspicious?"

"It can be done Julie. I have a new position at the company that will require a lot of traveling out of state. I thought John might be interested. It will be a promotion."

Julie said, "That would be great!"

"Can I say something?'

"Sure."

"You have the most beautiful legs I've ever seen."

"Thank you I think that's one of my best assets."

"You have more than that, but that's my favorite."

Julie's panties were getting very wet just thinking about making love to Mitch.

They finally arrived to Mitch's house. Mitch introduced Julie to his wife and other people. The house was huge; it must have had twenty rooms. Julie told Mary she had a beautiful house.

"I'll have to take on a tour later," Mitch said.

"Can I get you a drink, Julie?" Mary asked.

"Yes please."

Julie started mingling with the guests and had a few drinks. Mitch was playing the perfect host. Julie and Mitch kept glancing at each other all night. Halfway through the party Mitch came over to Julie and asked she would like a tour.

Julie was feeling a little tipsy and said, "I would love it. What about Mary?"

"She is busy playing hostess, but I will tell her."

They went off on their tour. Julie couldn't believe how magnificent the house was. Mitch decided to show her his office which was on the other side of the house near the guest rooms.

They entered the room and Mitch said, "I waited for this moment all night. I kept watching you the whole night and just imaging this."

"I felt the same way, Mitch you are sooooo handsome."

Mitch finally kissed her, their tongues exploring each other's mouth. Mitch said, "Julie I want you so much. You are so beautiful"

Julie said, "I feel the same for you, Mitch. It's been so long since I have had a kiss like this. You have revitalized my life."

Mitch started to move his hand under her dress rubbing his hands on her stockings.

"Your legs feel so good encased in the stockings. They make me bigger and bigger."

His hand went up higher on her thigh right to her panties. She was so wet.

"You must really like me. Your juices are flowing and you make me so horny!"

"Oh Mitch I am so happy right now."

She was rubbing her hands all over his arms and shoulders. She noticed how muscular he was as they were kissing. They couldn't get enough of each other. Mitch inserted his finger in her pussy as Julie was moaning, "Please keep doing that I'm going to cum!"

"Yes Mitch, Oh MY GOD I'm cumming."

"I love it Mitch, that was the best orgasm I ever had."

She kissed him on the lips and said, "Thank you."

"This is only the beginning Julie. Let's get back to the party. Remember I will be taking you home later. It only will get better."

He placed his open eager mouth over her lips and explored her mouth with his tongue. They went back to the party. Julie couldn't wait till later.

The rest of the night they kept sneaking glances to one another. Finally it was around midnight and all the guests had left. The caterers had just about everything cleaned. Julie was helping Mary with putting away the dishes.

When they were finished Mary said, "I am tired I'm going to sleep. Mitch I know you have to take Julie home, so be very careful and take your time."

Mitch said, "I will, I didn't have much to drink. You get some rest and don't worry about me."

Mitch and Julie got into the car and headed for her house.

"We couldn't ask for a better situation Julie. I need you so badly. I brought a bottle of champagne to celebrate our first time."

"You are so wonderful Mitch. I just can't believe this happening to me."

She placed her hand on his throbbing prick and said, "Is this for me?"

"It's for you and only you my love! I want our first time to be special and last a long time. I know Mary will pass out once she hits the bed, so we have some time."

"It's been so long since I have felt a prick. My juices are rolling down my legs. Do you mind if I talk dirty?'

"Julie, I love it, I want to do anything that will make you happy. I love talking dirty and it excites me that we are cheating on our spouses. God, Julie your legs turn me on so much."

After he said that Julie pulled up her dress and showed him more. He could see the garter holding up her stockings. His cock was contracting and expanding when she pulled her dress up and her hand played with his big prick.

She spread her legs and said, "Mitch please touch me."

So he moved his hands up her thigh all the way to her pussy and dipped his fingers inside her.

He took his fingers out and said, "Let's kiss with my fingers in between our lips."

They did that and they loved the taste of her juices.

They finally arrived at Julie's house. Mitch brought in the bottle of champagne.

Mitch said, "Let's take our time, have some champagne and talk."

Julie got a couple of glasses and Mitch poured the champagne.

"I want to tell you what I like and find out what you like."

"First I love that you are an older woman. I am enamored with legs, especially with stockings and pantyhose. I would like it if you posed for me and let me put the stockings on for you. That's my biggest turn on. I like to take my time with foreplay and make sure you're satisfied. I also like to talk dirty and talk about cheating on our spouses. I like the fact that we can be in love but still be married to someone else. I want to make you happy especially since you haven't been happy for a long time."

Julie said, "Mitch, I will do anything for you to make our love making special. The only thing I ask is that we do not do anal and no physical abuse."

"I don't like either one of those. I hate that stuff."

"It seems like we're on the same page. If your husband decides to take the promotion, we are going to have a very sensual experience."

"I have dreamt about this all my life."

"Oh Mitch, you are what I have been waiting for. A young man, who is muscular, caring and can give me loving I have been missing. When I cummed earlier, it was the best orgasm I ever had."

"I love what you're saying about having an affair and trying not to disrupt our spouses' lives."

Julie could feel the effects of the champagne; she couldn't wait much longer for Mitch to begin his magic. It didn't take long.

"Julie, sit over on the love seat next to the couch and cross your legs for me. Let me adore you, and pull up the hem of your dress slowly."

Mitch thought just how sexy she looked. She had a little trace of wrinkles around her eyes and her hair in a bun with streaks of gray. Julie sat down and started pulling up her dress, while Mitch crawled over to her. His cock was very hard now. He took off Julie's shoes and started smelling, kissing and licking her feet.

This made Julie scream, "Oh my God Mitch! That feels great! Keep doing that, it is making me wetter and wetter. Your wife doesn't know what she's missing."

Mitch started licking and kissing Julie's legs.

"Your legs are so beautiful with these silky nylons. The next time I want you wear pantyhose my love. We can cut out the crotch. I love sliding my prick under them and you watch how it really grows."

"Anything for you Mitch, you're my perfect lover."

Mitch slid his head under her dress and finally reached Julie's pussy. The smell was heavenly. He couldn't get enough of it. He keep licking and licking it through her panties.

Julie put her legs over Mitch's shoulders and said, "Yes my lover, keep doing that. I love knowing I'm cheating on John and he never satisfied me like you do. Suck my pussy dry, Mitch! I'm going to cum right on your face; I'm cummming ... Oh My God."

Mitch got up and kissed Julie on the lips very sensually, their tongues swapping her juices.

"Oh my how much I love you Julie."

"I love you Mitch."

"Please stand up."

She started to slowly remove his shirt button by button. She couldn't believe how in shape he was.

"A body like yours is all I ever dreamed of having against me; my husband could never compare. You have some great muscles; just let me feel them for a little while."

She kissed him on the lips and slowly moved down his neck to his chest.

"This is beautiful Mitch."

Her hands started to undo his belt and she pulled his pants down as Mitch stepped out of them. All he was wearing now was new pair of silk boxers.

She started caressing is huge prick through the silk, "Your cock is so large Mitch and I love your boxers."

"I bought them this week especially for you, babe. Come here you vixen!"

Mitch turned Julie around so her back was against him. He pulled her zipper down on the back of her dress.

"Did I tell you how sexy you looked tonight in this dress?"

He let the dress fall to the floor. Still with her back to him he started caressing her tits. Julie turned her head around and kissed him while he was pinching her nipples.

"Oh Mitch I can't believe what you do to me."

As they were kissing Mitch picked her in his arms and took her to her bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed. He took her nyloned covered feet and started rubbing his cock through his boxers.

"Julie do you feel what you do to me? Tell me how much you love this."

"Oh Mitch I am having one of the most incredible nights of my life. You are so good for me. I can't wait to fell that lovely married cock inside my married cunt."

He continued to rub his cock with her feet. Then he slowly started to take his cock and rubbed it up her legs.

"How does that feel? I want to fuck your married pussy."

"Mitch I have never felt anything like it. OH, Mitch please put that prick in me."

Julie laid back on the bed and opened her perfect legs.

She shouted, "Give it to me. Give it to me honey!"

Mitch got on top of her and aimed his prick toward her pussy and slowly entered her. She wrapped her silky legs around him said, "Oh Mitch I Love You."

He responded and said, "I Love You Julie."

They stayed in that position for a couple of minutes and Mitch started to go in and out of her pussy.

She screamed, "GIVE IT TO ME MITCH I WANT TO CUM TOGETHER!"

He started pumping faster and faster, he could feel her silky nylons against his shoulders, which made him grow more and more.

"OH JULIE I AM GOING TO CUM."

"I love this cheating."

"CUM WITH ME MITCH."

Mitch started kissing her on the lips. Julie tightened her legs around him and she started to cum. She could feel Mitch's cum just explode inside her. It felt like he would never stop.

They just laid there for a minute.

Finally Mitch said, "That was the best love making I ever had. It feels even better knowing we are cheating. I love you Julie."

Julie responded, "You make feel wanted and appreciated. I will do anything you want. You deserve it."

"Julie, when your husband gets back on Tuesday, I am going to give him a proposal for a promotion. This means he will be making more money, but spending about ten to fifteen days out of town, which means more time for us."

"Don't worry he will take it," Julie responded.

"I better get going my love. Also can I have your cell phone number and email address, to keep in contact? Remember there will many more nights like this only better."

Julie gave him her cell phone and email address. She said, "Goodnight my lover," and gave him a lovers kiss.

Part 2

Julie woke up the next morning feeling great. She decided to call John and see how he was doing. She spoke to him and everything was going as well as it could. She told him about the party and that she had a nice time.

She made herself some coffee and sat down and thought about her wonderful evening last night. She couldn't wait to hear from Mitch. The more she thought about him the more she started to get moistness in her pussy. She couldn't believe what a great situation this was becoming. There was only one problem, that was getting caught.

In the meantime Mitch received a call from an out of town client. He needed to be in Columbus by Sunday morning for a seven AM appointment. Columbus was three hours away by car. He didn't know whether to fly or drive. If he flew he could leave in the morning; if he drove he would leave late this afternoon. His decision will be based on if Julie can could go and spend the night in Columbus. So he decided to email her.

Julie was on her computer and she noticed she had an email from Mitch. She got excited. She read it and immediately responded and said yes. Mitch would call her when he gets there.

He also said, "We should be going out and, remember what I like for you to wear."

She was to meet him at the new Sheraton Hotel right outside Columbus around five o'clock. She had the perfect excuse for John. She will call him and tell him she was going to go outlet shopping, which was near Columbus, and that she would be there all day. If she got tired she would just stay over night and she could be reached on her cell phone. He was fine with that; he just told her not to drive if she was tired.




Julie and Mitch



She started thinking there was an outlet on the way that had lingerie store. She would stop there and buy things for tonight and the future. She hurried and packed and started driving. She was feeling young again all over. Julie arrived at the outlet mall and found the store she was looking for. It was so exciting for her to be doing this. She bought three different colored teddies, half dozen different pantyhose, some crotchless, an assortment of garters, and stockings. As she was leaving she spotted a pair of spiked heeled shoes she liked and bought them. She went to another store and bought a couple of dresses, but they were more conservative.

It was about quarter to five when Mitch arrived and checked into the hotel.

He called Julie and said, "Hello my love I'm here."

"I should be there in about half an hour. I can't wait to see you."

"Just come to room 803. I'll be waiting."

Julie entered the hotel with her suitcase. She found the elevator and went to room 803. She knocked on the door. Mitch opened it, and ran right into his arms.

"I am so glad you invited me."

They kissed passionately, with tongues jabbing each other.

Mitch said, "I'm so excited you came; my cock has been throbbing all day anticipating for you. Let's have some champagne and celebrate. We also will be going out for dinner."

"Sure, pour me a glass; I need to use the bathroom."

Julie went into the bathroom taking her suitcase. She decided to change into one her teddies and put on a sheer pair of brown pantyhose. She cut the crotch out. She put a dress on over them.

She came out of the bathroom and looked stunning. Mitch couldn't believe his eyes.

He said, "You are too beautiful for words, sweetheart. Tonight I have plans that will even better than last night. Sit down and let's a few drinks before we go out."

Julie sat on the edge of the bed next to Mitch.

"I am feeling so special tonight Mitch. I am looking forward to every minute of being with you and cheating with you. It is so exciting."

"Remember we want to make these times special, because there are going to times when we won't see each other. We do have families. I think it will make it even more exciting. We will be thinking about the next time we meet."

Mitch put his arms around her and started kissing her.

Julie said, "You are one handsome and sexy man. I love the feel of your muscular body."

Mitch placed his hand on her thigh and moved it up to her pussy. He noticed she had pantyhose on and the crotch was cut out. He started to play with her pubic hair. He loved a woman with pubic hair.

Julie kept kissing him and moaning, "Your fingers feel so good on my pussy. I am so wet."

He made her stand up and take off her dress. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, when noticed the tan pantyhose and beige teddy.

"You know how to get a man excited, Julie. I think my prick is even bigger than last night."

He stood up and just hugged and kissed Julie.

"This is so wonderful. I never imagined how exciting it is to be with and knowing we are both married. Plus you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with."

He told her to lie down on the bed and stripped for her except for his boxers. He stood on the bed looking down on her.

"Do you like it?" as he pointed to his prick protruding from his boxers.

Julie said, "You are an Adonis. Is that prick just for me? I don't want anyone else to have it."

"It's yours babe, all yours!"

He took her one foot and started to rub his prick on his silky black boxers where his cock was sticking out.

"I want to see if I can make you orgasm just by rubbing my prick. Can you feel it growing? The silk of the pantyhose does that."

"Oh God Mitch I am getting so wet. This feels great!"

Julie started playing with her pussy as her foot kept jacking off his prick. He looked great standing above her.

"Mitch! Mitch! I'm cumming oh oh oh."

Mitch got down on the bed and was lying next to her. He placed his fingers inside her pussy and pulled them out and started licking them. He kept doing this and they would take turns licking them. He would kiss her in between.

Mitch said, "Let's relax for a few minutes and have some more drinks. Thank you for wearing the outfit, it is great."

They were lying on the bed just caressing each other. Julie was rubbing Mitch's chest and thinking how hard it was and how lucky she was. Mitch's prick had subsided and he started caressing Julie's breast. Her nipples were very hard.

"Take my cock and slide underneath the pantyhose where the crotch is and watch it grow."

Julie did this and started rubbing it with the silky hose. She was amazed on how much it was growing.

"Oh your prick is beautiful, Mitch. I love how big the head is. I could do this all night. I am amazed how you can hold out so long. I had four orgasms last night and one tonight. I love you."

As they were lying on their sides, Mitch took his prick and put in Julie's pussy.

"Let's stay in this position and kiss."

Mitch started probing his tongue inside her mouth. They just couldn't get enough of their tongues. While Julie was moaning hard, Mitch put his arm around her back and pulled her closer. His cock was very deep inside; he could feel her pussy squeezing in. His hand was running up and down her pantyhose.

"Your legs feel so exciting."

"What if I tell you that this cock is only going to be for you? I don't want any other woman to have it, including my wife."

"I love that idea, because my pussy is only for you. How exciting knowing that our spouses don't know what their missing. I hope they never know."

As she was saying this her hands were caressing his arm muscles. This really turned her on. She started moving her pelvis back and forth.

"Please fuck me Mitch, I need you now. I want to be your cheating whore. Fuck me Fuck me!"

"I am going to fuck you until you have the best orgasm of your life."

Mitch kept going in and out of her hot pussy. He could feel her pussy squeezing his prick as Julie started moaning loader and loader.

"Fuck me Mitch harder and harder. I love you."

"I love you Julie. I'm going to explode inside you, let's cum together."

Julie screamed, "I'm cumming, I can feel you're cum inside me. OH MY LOVER!"

They just laid there and held each other. Julie could feel the cum rolling down her pantyhose. Mitch took his hand and put their juices on his fingers and they both licked them together.

Mitch said, "That was the best my love."

Part 3

Mitch and Julie decided to get dress and go out for dinner. Mitch put on a nice dress shirt and sports coat. Julie decided to wear her new garter and dark brown stockings with a new tan dress with a slit up the side.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Julie," Mitch said after he saw her.

"Thank you, Mitch, I hope so; after all I am with a very handsome young man. How does it feel being with an older lady?"

"I love it! You might be older, but you are my young lover."

They decided just to eat dinner at the hotel restaurant. They ordered dinner and a bottle of wine.

Mitch said, "This has been a wonderful two days. I just can't believe I am finally living my fantasy. We must remember to be very careful not to ruin our other lives. I do love you, but I have a family."

Julie responded, "I understand; I'm just happy to be able to make love to someone who appreciates me. You are a young virile man who satisfies my needs in love making. It is so exciting to know we are doing this behind our spouse's backs. I love you also."

As she was talking Julie slipped her shoe off and started rubbing Mitch's leg with her foot.

"I want to make love to you many different ways. Will you always wear sexy lingerie for me?"

"Yes I will, I just love to wear them."

Mitch's cock was getting harder as she was still rubbing her foot on it.

"I have a plan for your husband at work. I will talk to him on Tuesday and explain his new position. This will give us an opening to meet when he's out of town. We must also consider there will be days when we won't see each other. But I think the anticipation to see each other is exciting."

"I can't believe it; I agree with everything you are saying. These last two days have made up for ten years of no loving with my dud of a husband."

Mitch said, "Let's finish dinner and go to the room and continue our love making. With you it's not fucking you, it's making love. But I don't like it when you tell me to fuck you."

They left the restaurant and went to the room.

When they got to the room Mitch asked, "Julie, this may sound weird but would you mind if I dressed you? That would be a very big turn on for me."

"I would love it!"

Julie took her dress off and asked Mitch, "Do you want me to wear what I have on now?"

Mitch said, "Yes."

So Julie stripped until she was completely naked.

Mitch thought, 'Wow she is incredible.'

Mitch took his clothes off except his black silk boxers.

"Stay right there Julie."

He took the teddy, put it on her and started kissing her breasts through the silky material. Her nipples were very hard.

"Oh that feels so good Mitch."

She sat down on the edge of the bed as Mitch took one stocking and slowly pulled it up her leg and attached it to the garter strap. Then he began to kiss her toes, then her ankles. He continued up her leg, while her foot rubbed his raging hard on in his boxers. He finally reached her soaking pussy and licked it for about a minute.

Julie was jerking up and down while he licked and said, "Oh my love, that feels so good. It's amazing what you do to me. I never felt like this."

Mitch said, "Foreplay is my favorite part of love making honey. I want this to last and make you orgasm multiple times."

Mitch started with the other stocking and did the exact same thing, while Julie kept rubbing his cock. After he finished he asked her to sit on his lap in the chair in the room. Mitch removed his boxers and his cock sprung out and was pointing directly straight out from his body.

"Wow you are really hard babe," Julie said.

"This is what you do to me. Come here and sit on my lap."

Julie turned her back and slid her pussy onto his cock and sat on Mitch.

"This feels so good Mitch."

They sat there not moving. Mitch started caressing her breast and feeling her hard nipples. While he was doing this Julie's phone rang.

"That must be John; I told him he could reach me on my cell phone."

"Answer it and talk to him while I am inside you. That would be so wicked and exciting knowing I'm fucking his wife while you talk to him. I like knowing he can't have your beautiful pussy and legs. You are all mine; he will never have you again."

"I love it Mitch, you are my only lover. He will never have me again. In fact I don't want him again."

"Hello," Julie answered the phone.

She was still sitting on Mitch's cock and feeling it pulse. She was just so excited.

"How are you?" John asked

"Great, but tired. I did a lot of walking at the outlets. I decided to find a motel instead of driving home."

They talked for a few minutes as Mitch was caressing her breasts. It took everything for Julie not to start moaning and screaming Mitch's name. She said goodbye to John, turned her head to Mitch and kissed him hard with her tongue probing his mouth.

"That was so exciting Mitch."

"Oh Julie I am so turned on right now I just want to ravish you. You are my little cheating slut. I am fucking your husband's pussy. Feel my prick expand in your love hole."

"It's not his pussy anymore my love. It's yours!"

"Let's go over to the bed Julie, I want to lick your beautiful cunt. I love your pussy hair."

They went on to the bed and Julie spread her legs to give Mitch all the access he needed. He started licking her legs.

"Your legs are fantastic."

His mouth moved slowly up her legs.

Julie started screaming, "Lick me! Lick me! I need you so badly. Suck my cunt dry Mitch."

He finally reached her pussy and opened it with his fingers and started licking very hard.

"Harder my love! Harder my love! Make me Climax!"

Her silky stockings were rubbing against his ears.

Mitch stuck his tongue in further and further until she screamed, "I'm Cummmmmmming!"

"That was great Julie. I get so excited knowing I am pleasing you and making you happy."

Julie asked, "Could you please turn around? I want to admire that big cock of yours and suck it. It has been years since I have had a cock in my mouth and never one as hard and large as yours."

Mitch positioned his cock so Julie could suck it. He placed his head on her legs and started kissing them.

Julie took his cock in her hands and said, "It's mine all mine. Your wife should be ashamed not giving it attention."

Julie started at the tip and licked it and the shaft and moaned as she was licking, "It tastes soooooo good."

Meanwhile Mitch kept rubbing his head and face all over Julie's stockings and saying, "This so wonderful, I could do this all night. They feel so silky. Can you feel my prick expand and contract?"

Mitch's cock was fucking Julie's mouth and Julie said, "Yes I can. Let me know when you are going to cum I want to taste it."

Mitch started to lick her pussy while she was going up and down his shaft. They both started going harder and harder.

Mitch shouted, "I'm going to cum."

Julie answered, "I want to cum with you. Oh my Mitch YES! You're driving me crazy I'm ready to cum."

She could feel his cock ready to explode.

Mitch let loose and shouted, "Take it Julie take it all!"

His cock shot a stream of cum into Julie's mouth.

"Oh my love it tastes wonderful!"

Mitch jumped to lie next to Julie, cupped her face in his hands, kissed her, and said, "I love you my love."

She responded, "I love you."

Part 4

It was Tuesday morning and Mitch had just called John into his office.

"John," he said, "with the company growing, we felt the need for a Senior Marketing Rep. I was wondering if you were interested? It will require some extensive travel, but it will pay $20,000 more plus bonuses. Are you interested?"

"It sounds good to me. I could use the money plus I'm near retirement; I would like something different. This will be a plus for my pension. First I will have to talk it over with Julie before I make my decision."

Mitch thought, 'That won't be a problem. It's in the bag.'

Mitch finally said, "Let me know by the end of the week."

John stood up and shook Mitch's hand and said, "Thank you very much. I will let you know."

John started thinking about the offer.

He was kind of excited but thought, 'Do I really want to live out of a suitcase.'

When John got home that night he told Julie about the job offer from Mitch.

She said, "What did you think, do you want to take it?"

"The money sounds great, but will I like the traveling? It will mean you will have to be home alone."

"Don't worry about me; I will find something to do. I think you will enjoy the time away. It will be a wonderful experience for you, plus we could use the extra money for your retirement."

"You convinced me; I'll take the job."

The next day John went to see Mitch in his office.

"I talked it over with Julie and decided to take the job."

"Great," Mitch responded, "You will like it. I'm glad you decided because we need you to go Seattle on Saturday for about four days. You will have a company credit card. Just charge all expenses on the card. I will have it for you before you leave."

They shook hands and Mitch said, "Good luck; I have a great deal of confidence in you."

Mitch was thinking how he will be able to see Julie this weekend. He could tell his wife he had to be at the office on Saturday or Sunday evening. It would depend on what she had planned. He would prefer Saturday; maybe he could go to Julie's house. He would call Julie.

On Friday he was having dinner at home with his family when they discussed the weekend. Mary and he would be going over to their friend's house tonight for a little while. Mary also said she was planning on taking the kids to her mother's tomorrow morning. Her mother lived about a hundred miles away. She wouldn't be back until Sunday evening.

Mitch said, "Well I'll probably go into work Saturday to catch up on some paperwork."

Later that evening he called Julie and asked if he could come over Saturday evening and she agreed.

On Saturday morning she was so excited about having him over; she decided to make it a special evening. She would cook some snacks and make sure she was dressed for the evening. She purchased some wine for the evening also. He would be arriving about five o'clock.

Julie debated on whether to wear black or navy lingerie. She decided on the blue with a silky blouse and navy blue skirt that was just above the knee. She would wear her spiked heels she purchased last weekend.

All day Saturday, anytime she would think about the evening her pussy would get wet in anticipation. She wanted to make it special for Mitch. She had a beautiful pair of navy blue pantyhose and decided to open the crotch for Mitch. She slid them on thinking of they would excite Mitch.

She was looking in the mirror as she put on her blouse and skirt and thought, 'I can't believe how Mitch really likes me.'

She put on her high heeled shoes and she felt like a slut, but in a good way. Five o'clock was coming slowly. Finally five o'clock came and so did Mitch.

"Hello my love."

"I'm so happy to see you."

He gave her a loving kiss, "Let's have some wine."

Julie got a couple of glasses and poured the wine.

They tapped their glasses and Julie toasted, "Here's to a beautiful weekend. I can't believe how this worked out."

The sat on the sofa and talked for a while. Mitch couldn't take his eye off her.

He noticed her eyes and commented, "You have sensual eyes Julie and I can't take my eyes off them."

She distracted him by crossing her legs so the hem of her skirt was halfway up her thigh. He looked at her legs and just melted. She started posing them in different ways for him.

"Oh God Julie you are driving me crazy!"

"That's what I want to do."

"Show me how much you missed me."

"Before I let you touch them please stand in front of me."

Mitch stood up in front of Julie and she stood looking him.

She starting probing his mouth with her tongue and moaned, "I waited all day for this."

Julie slowly unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his neck, cheat and abdomen.

"Your body is beautiful and muscular. I have always wanted someone that had a body like yours; now I have one and it's mine."

She continued by unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall. All Mitch had on now was a pair navy blue silk boxers. Julie continued kissing her way down until she saw his huge dick pushing on the material of the boxers. She grabbed his dick and started stroking it. Holding on to the dick she placed it in her mouth sucking it. She didn't even take it out of his shorts; she sucked boxers and all.

She made some moaning noises and said, "I love your big cock."

"Oh my love you are such a good cock sucker you little whore."

"Please I love that kind of talk ... .I need more."

"Keep sucking you cheating bitch! Oh Arrrggggg you are wonderful. Julie. Remember I don't mean these things when I call you names, it's only for role playing."

"I know, I love it."

Mitch pulled Julie up, "I don't want to cum yet. I like every time we do it to last a long time."

He kissed her and lifted her up in his arm and said, "I want to fuck you in you husband's bed."

He carried her to the bedroom and kissed her the whole way. Mitch placed her on the edge of the bed and took her skirt off.

"Oh I love these pantyhose."

Julie laid back on the bed and her legs hanging over the edge. Mitch took her feet and started rubbing his prick through his underwear. As he was doing this, Julie starting rubbing her pussy with the palm of her hand. Then she inserted her fingers in and out of her pussy.




Julie and Mitch



"Oh Mitch I'm going to cum. Yes darling feeling your cock on my feet is making me cum!"

She began moving her fingers faster inside her pussy.

"I'm cummmmmming!"

Mitch stopped and got on the bed and started kissing Julie and told her, "That was beautiful honey."

He put his arms around her and hugged her. They just kept kissing and Julie rubbed her legs all over his legs. Mitch's cock was poking Julie's stomach.

Mitch responded, "Your legs feel wonderful on me."

"Your cock is so big Mitch."

Mitch grabbed his cock and started circling it around Julie's pussy. It made her squirm.

"I love when you tease me like that. You hit all the right spots on my pussy. OH MY GOD, AAARRRGGGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING!"

"Great, Julie that's what I wanted to do. You make me so happy when I can satisfy you."

Mitch started rubbing her pantyhose with his cock.

"Feel how hard my cock is honey. This is what you do to me."

He rubbed it slowly up and down her leg all the way to her feet.

She started playing with her hard nipples and asked Mitch, "Could suck on my nipples honey?"

Mitch moved to her side and said, "Of course my love."

He started circling his tongue around one breast and then placed his mouth over one breast and started sucking.

"That feels so good Mitch. Feel how hard it is."

At the same time Mitch put two fingers inside her pussy. He began to push them in and out of her pussy. His fingers were so wet; he puts them to his mouth and tasted them.

"Your juices taste so good. This is my appetizer for the evening."

He kept doing that for ten minutes or so. He kept kissing and sucking her breasts.

Julie screamed, "Oh my lover you are amazing what you do to me. YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY! I have cummed more this past week than I have in my lifetime."

Mitch stopped what he was doing and said, "Let's take a couple minutes break and have some wine."

Julie continued to rub his cheat with her hand and said, "Your body is so perfect. I love it and you so much."

"That also includes this beautiful prick, as she moved her hand to stroke it."

She could feel it twitching.

Mitch asked Julie, "Would you like to make love doggie style? I would love to cum inside you that way."

Julie responded, "YES."

Julie turned over, raised her ass in the air and said, "Give me that beautiful cock."

Mitch started by slowly kissing and licking her feet. He worked his way up and put his face directly under her pussy.

"I'm going to make you squirm and cum my love, before I enter you."

He began licking and twirling his tongue around her pussy.

"Your cunt tastes so good my love. I love it that you're not completely shaved."

He kept licking and finally put his tongue all the way inside her pussy.

He moaned, "Cum on my face you little whore."

Julie screamed, "I'm going to cum Mitch!"

Her juices just flowed all over his face. Mitch couldn't get enough as he lapped the cum and squeezed her nylon covered thighs.

He got up and said, "I'm going to give your cunt my cheating cock."

He took his cock and swirled it around her pussy.

Julie moaned and said, "Give it to me Mitch. Give it to me!"

He entered her and slowly went in and out. He started caressing her breasts at the same time.

"Faster Mitch! Julie screamed.

He slammed his prick into her faster and faster.

"I'm going to cum Julie, please cum with me."

She said, "I am cumming," as he shot a whole load of cum into her.

"God Julie, we get better and better each time we make love!"

"Yes we do Mitch. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. I love you."

"I love you Julie."

They decided to take a break and relax and have dinner. They had a nice quiet dinner.

Julie said, "These past two weeks have been the best sexual experience I have ever had. I love having a relationship like this. It is so much more exciting cheating and having the best sex."

"I just can't believe I'm living out a fantasy that I have had all my life. It's special to have an older woman as beautiful as you. I'm so happy to please you. I get my pleasure when you are pleasured."

"Well Mitch, you have pleasured me to the max."

The finished dinner and decided to do some dressing up and role playing. Julie decided to wear a slinky thin strapped dress that went below her knee with a slit on the side. Underneath she wore a half cup see through black lacy teddy with very silky black stockings with a seam up the back. She also put on the spiked high heels she bought at the outlet last week. Mitch wore a nice suit white shirt and tie. They would pretend they were at an office party at a local hotel's banquet room. Mitch's wife could not make it, but Julie's husband was there. The scenario they that thought would be John would stay for a while but get drunk later in the evening and get a ride home with a friend. They put on some slow romantic music and started to dance pretending they were on darkly lit dance floor.

Mitch said, "I have waited for this all night. I have been sneaking glances towards you all night; watching you talking with everybody. You are the sexiest woman here."

"I couldn't wait to get away from that table."

They were dancing close together. Mitch could feel Julie's breasts against his chest. His prick was starting to swell, and Julie could feel it against her thigh. She looked over and saw her husband was not paying attention to them. He was standing at the bar talking. Mitch slowly moved his hand up her thigh and started caressing it. Julie's juices were flowing into her panties.

Julie whispered in his ear, "I love every minute of this. I need to be alone with you."

Mitch answered, "We will be later. I know people here and I got us a room for later this evening."

Mitch's hard on was pressing into Julie's stomach.

She said, "That cock of yours really feels harder than ever. I can't wait."

The song was over and they went back to the table.

John came over and said, "I think I'm ready to go home, do you want to leave Julie?"

Julie responded, "I'm not ready to leave. Can you drive home?"

"Yes I can, but if you want to stay could you get a ride?"

Mitch said, "I'll see she gets a ride home."

Their fantasy role playing continued.

When John left, Mitch said to Julie, "Meet me in room 237 in about fifteen minutes. It's on the second floor. It's a private room that hotel management reserved for me."

Mitch got up and went to the bar. Julie kept an eye on him. She left five minutes after she saw him leave. She went up the elevator and found the room. Julie knocked on the door. When Mitch opened it she went right into his arms and started kissing him. They stood their kissing real hard; their tongues probing their mouths.

All excited Julie said, "I couldn't wait to see you alone."

Mitch's hand was slowly going under her dress, caressing her silk covered thighs, until he reached the opening of her pussy. She was soaked. Julie legs were wobbly and she started moaning loudly.

"Oh Mitch, I love you so much!"

"Julie you are so wet for me! I want you to do some posing for me. Take my clothes off first, but leave yours on."

"I would love to!" Julie went over and sat on the edge of the bed.

She slowly pulled her dress up her leg showing her silky black leg. Mitch was standing watching her pose with his big cock pointed straight at her.

"You look so hard tonight, Mitch. I am so happy to have your cock as my possession."

"And your legs are just stunning. They are why my cock is so big."

Julie continued to pose in different positions. She lifted her legs up in the air; she laid back and spread her legs with her dress pulled up to her hips. Mitch could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

He started stroking it and said, "Julie look at my cock; it's all for you."

Julie responded, "Mitch, watch me play with my pussy; it's all for you."

Mitch couldn't wait any longer.

He went over to Julie, started kissing her passionately, and said, "I love you so much and love your legs."

He took her feet and started rubbing his cock.

"Feel it babe, feel how hard you make me!"

"Oh baby that feels great. You are making me so wet! I love you so much. Make me your little whore."

Julie kept stroking it from the tip to his balls. 

She closed her eyes and screamed, "I love this so much. You make me feel like a woman again! I couldn't ask for anything more. Give me that big dick, Mitch!"

"I will babe, I will."

Mitch took his cock head and started rubbing her legs from her ankles to her thighs. Julie was squirming back and forth and moaning loudly

He finally got and top of her and said, "Julie I am going to fuck you so hard babe until you cum with me."

"Yes, Yes give it at all to me! Fuck my cunt, it's all yours forever and ever."

Mitch put his cock inside Julie and slowly moved it in and out. When he would push it all the way in, he would just hold it there and kiss Julie lovingly. He would so this several times then start going a little faster. 

Julie wrapped her legs around him and shouted, "Fuck my cunt Mitch! Fuck it! I want to be your slut."

"Yes Julie if only your husband could see what a slut you are and what a snake I am for fucking his wife. I want to cum so hard inside you. Let me know when."

"OHHHHHHH Mitch I'm going to cum."

Mitch kept thrusting harder and harder in her.

"Give me pleasure honey!""I'm cummmmmmmmming. Cum with me Adonis."

"I'm cummmmmmmmmming!" Mitch shouted as he exploded inside Julie.

'Wow!!' Julie thought, 'he is the best.'

Mitch fell into her arms and hugged and kissed her passionately.

He whispered in her ear, "You are the best thing that ever happened to me."



Julie & Rob



It's Friday night and you are out with Rob on your first date.

Here is an erotic story I began writing back when he first asked permission to start seeing you.

I doubt very much that your evening will go anything like this, but then... hope springs eternal.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

*****

One of my husband's buddies, Rob, has been flirting with me for years now, and has been trying to get me into bed for just about as long.

He has recently obtained permission from his own very beautiful wife to actually go ahead and try to seduce me... and that she has agreed to let things go all the way, or at least as far as I would allow things to go.

In retrospect, it's now obvious that he had something in mind those months ago when I started to notice his normally small, kind gestures... the quick smiles and glances, his gentle innocuous touches, had suddenly grown way more suggestive and were being delivered with way more self-confidence and panache than ever before.

Fairly vanilla comments such as 'you smell nice... your hair looks great and, have you lost weight?' Had slowly over time changed to 'wow your legs look amazing... I love your little tush in that skirt and, I really like the way your breasts look in that sweater.'

I was unsure of how, exactly, our fairly innocent relationship had morphed into what we now found ourselves playing at. A mildly erotic little 'affaire de coeur' ... yes, as delicious as the words the French so delightfully use to describe it. Naughty... innocent, but still just playing around the edges.

Or so I thought.

Thursday morning, around ten, Rob called and asked if I might come over to their house after work on Friday, the very next day. He and Camille had finally finished the renovations to their home office, and wanted to knock around some decorating ideas with me that evening.

We could have supper and a few drinks while discussing all this, and they would drive me home later that night.

Naturally I said yes, and I immediately phoned my husband, telling him the plans for the evening and that I would be home late Friday night after doing a little 'Suzy Homemaker' for our friends.

Rob picked me up the very next day at four sharp... downtown Ottawa, just outside work.

Now, on that particular Friday our quarterly Treasury Board submissions were being tabled, and as always, I had dressed for them in my absolute best attire.

I am in my forties, yes... but am still considered young enough and attractive enough to pull off 'The Look' that all female Government managers strive for. A polished, yet balanced mix of Confident, Capable and Female.

Today, this took the form of a severely cut business suit in charcoal pinstripe, the short pencil skirt just tight enough to show all my curves and still allow me to walk gracefully in the full 4 inch black leather pumps I had selected.

I had my best nylons on, which I knew set off my legs to good advantage... these were also black and back- seamed with a high gloss to them. Sharp, yes... and expensive, but well worth the cost, as they would whisper seductively when I walked across the podium giving my presentation, whispering directly to the high powered males in the audience, and demanding their attention.

A stiff, prudishly cut white nylon blouse was worn under the fitted jacket, yet was almost completely translucent, and revealed in maddening fits and starts my sheer white lace brassiere... demi-cut so that my cleavage was quite evident even when the blouse was completely buttoned up.

Sexy, without a doubt... but subdued, and just hot enough to ensure the rapt attention of any audience, male or female.

Thus dressed, I had to almost fold myself into Rob's car, my skirt hiking outrageously up my thighs until I could finally set my handbag and umbrella down, and straighten myself out.

Rob of course, didn't complain or say nary a word. He didn't have to, as I was well aware of his hot gaze spreading like liquid fire up my stockings, then lingering slowly between my legs.

He leaned over and suddenly kissed me fully, on the mouth. To say that I was more than a little surprised would be an understatement, especially when he slid his tongue into my mouth and bathed my tongue with his.

Shocked, actually, would be a better word for it.

We had never kissed like this before. Ever.

My stomach filled with butterflies and my mind raced... "Well now, THAT was different..."

That sort of kiss right here, right now... like... right in the middle of the city? Right here at work?

In the middle of the parking lot?

Only my husband kissed me like that, and even then... not here!

I have to explain that Rob is quite a bit younger than I am, and I do find him attractive, to be sure. I must also admit that I have, indeed, fantasized what having sex with him might be like... but as you may have well gathered, we've only ever played around on the edges of this... this... obviously mutual attraction.

Mild flirtation, surely... but always managing to keep a lot of "safe" ground between us.

But now THIS kiss was different... completely different , and totally distinct from any of those little kisses we used to steal from each other down at the beach or at all those neighborhood barbeques.

... and THIS time we were alone.

He finally broke the kiss and looked quickly out the window, as if checking traffic, and then turned to face me again, this time glancing down sheepishly before gracing me with that dear little-boy grin of his... and of course, all of a sudden, things were alright again.

Still, I was staggered as it dawned on me... I had just been seriously hit on by this gorgeous, young, married man... a family friend!

I was, to be sure, a little unsteady with the intensity of that kiss, and very aware of the absolute passion I had felt inside of it.

He quickly put the car into gear, and we started the short drive back to their house, both of us unusually quiet during the trip.

Sparse, neutral commentary was exchanged on a variety of everyday subjects... safe subjects. All of this quite uncharacteristic of our usual banter... each of us lost in our own thoughts, I suppose.

Certainly for me... as I was still quite busy trying to figure out what the fuck, exactly, had just happened.

We finally pulled into the driveway and I pretty much squirmed out of his car... scalded by guilt and yet not without a certain licentious pleasure that had somehow found a new home between my legs.

I dared not look directly at Rob at all.

Embarrassed? No, not quite that. Uncomfortable might be a better word for it.

But then, not exactly that either. (Shame )

That was it... shame.

Yes... shame and a nice little helping of guilt.

Somehow, my thoughts had crossed some invisible line in the aftermath of that kiss... and I was now staring Adultery right in the face.

I had just fantasized of cheating on my husband, and had thought nothing of it!

We got to the front porch and Rob opened the door.

I knew something was up when we walked into the house and his wife was not home... he played out some lame excuse that she had to step out to pick the kids up or something, but I was onto him by then. I should have left right then and there, but...

But...

I might as well admit it. I was delighted and now totally turned-on that my attractive, intelligent and sexy young friend was making a play for me, that he had obviously planned this entire affair quite deliberately... and that he very obviously wanted something more than decorating tips for his home office.

We went through the motions of discussing the decorating thing, but by now it was clear to both of us that whatever happened that evening, our final destination would be somewhere far, far removed from where we were right now. Somewhere out there, where neither of us had ventured before.

Rob swept away the awkwardness of the moment by excusing himself to get us a drink, returning a few minutes later with a very nice Merlot and we made our way down to the office area.

They had, I have to admit, done a fantastic job of it, and the entire place looked like something out of an old Bogart movie... rattan furniture, ceiling fans and a confusion of leafy greens and ferns. Art Deco prints.

I walked slowly around the office for a minute or so before I became aware of the complete lack of conversation.

I paused... and the air suddenly became electric, as if a superheated plasma had somehow fried the oxygen in that tiny room, making it taste... and smell... almost, crisp.

My nerves thrummed like taut guy wires beating high strung in this tempest of sensual discordance that had suddenly formed around us, holding us both enthralled and totally immersed in a halo of venal anticipation.

I became aware that something else had entered the room along with us. And that it had hunger...

And it had teeth.

Rob sat immobile at his desk, his attention locked to my legs and tight skirt.

Complete and utter silence.

My high heels clicked along the hardwood floor.

I studied a large stuffed casual chair in the far corner, and finally sat in it. I crossed my legs, not unaware of the effect this would have on him.

He stammered a bit and looked down at the desktop. He tried speak again but stopped short once more.

A few incoherent sounds, then almost absentmindedly he started to fiddle around with something he suddenly found most fascinating.

The most interesting pen in the world, I thought to myself ... perhaps a paperclip.

Then... a deep breath, and in a shaky voice, "Why don't you come over here, sit on my desk? I really can't take this anymore, Julie. I have to see you up here. I have to see those gorgeous legs up close and on display. Could you please, just do that for me?" The last came tumbling out... anxious, and on edge.

The little boy is lost !! I remember thinking to myself. He's lost, and he knows he's in way over his head!!

I felt unsure for a brief second, but that was immediately replaced with some long-ago, almost forgotten emotion that had just surfaced most unexpectedly. Swimming up from the distant past, from a different age. A feeling that now began to surround me like...

... like liquid Angora, I thought ... all thick and heavy. And with it came a confidence, if you will, that began to flow through me like a river of smoking hot coals and shimmering ember.

I realized right then and there that it was now me. It was me who was in complete control of all of this... this venture of his.

And although the brave and audacious Rob had indeed sallied forth with the first 'parry and thrust' in this little game... some playful Pan had teasingly snatched control from him, and had delivered such unto me!

At that instant I also realized that he was now MINE. Mine to do with completely as I liked. That the tables had somehow turned, and that I now owned him outright, utterly, and without compromise.

Sweet Jesus, I thought ... he so desperately wants me to fuck for him. And yet, he wants ME to make it happen!

I snapped back from these thoughts, aware now that Rob was looking directly into my eyes.

( Almost pleading!) Our gazes locked, and he glanced down to the floor, then back up to me... nervously, offering me one of those sweet, playful grins again.

And that was the exact moment that I made my decision. I would spread my legs for him.

I buried a lifetime of entrenched, parochial reservations, got up, and slowly walked across the room to his desk, a large oak antique from some long-gone Victorian boardroom.

I perched myself on the edge, crossing my legs deliberately, forcing my short skirt to ride up and reveal the small tease of lace on my nylons, and my heart raced.

His eyes traced the line of my stocking tops.

"Oh Jesus, Julie... open your legs for me, you must know by now what I really want?" his voice weaker, and rasping.

I flushed, paused for a moment, then uncrossed them, opening them wide and straddling him in the process.

I felt exposed... he was now seated between them, the sheer lace of my panties hiding nothing, and as I gave him his first look of my firm, tight little pussy, my lust began to soar.

"Good god... Jeeesus" the voice was choked, almost strangled.

My legs opened even more as my heels slid between his hips and the arms of the large executive chair.

His hands reached out and he began slowly stroking my calves, slowly moving them upwards to the back of my knees.

"I love your legs, I've wanted to do this forever" his voice now ragged, like sandpaper.

We were now staring intensely into each other eyes, and he continued to play with my smooth silky legs, his hands sliding along the taut nylons... delicate whispering sounds filling the rarefied air.

Intoxicating . Sensual.

I squirmed around a bit, slightly annoyed that my pussy was already starting to throb and leak through my panties like an errant little schoolgirl.

Christ, I thought... surely a mature, fully grown woman can do a better job of controlling her overheated little slit! You have to get a grip, Julie!

His hands higher now, opening my blouse and slowly rubbing his palms over the thin material of my lacy bra. He cupped my breasts and moaned softly, unsure of what to do next, yet his fingers instinctively found the tiny clasp that held me in... and suddenly, the cups fell open and my firm, hot tits spilled out into his trembling hands.

My nipples stiffened immediately, and he continued to massage my breasts slowly and firmly, deliberately teasing the tight, pink nipples into delicious little candies that screamed out to be licked.

And so he did... lowering his hot, furnace-like mouth over each one of my breasts, and in turn... sucking each of them entirely into his mouth, his teeth scrapping along my tender, stiff flesh and scruffing across the tight, hard nipples... bathing my hot tits with molten lava.

My pussy lips splayed open, and I creamed in my panties.

"Jeeeesus, Rob... pleeease... we shouldn't...." this lurched out suddenly... trying in vain to somehow recant my previous conviction... only to fail miserably.

"But you're not resisting me, Julie! You aren't getting up to leave! You must be okay with this, aren't you?"

"Yes" I finally moaned... my voice sounded a hundred miles away.

Moving his hands unsteadily down to the backs of my knees, he slowly stood up, lifting my legs in the process and I lay back across the desk.

As my back pressed against the hard wood, my legs parted, and I felt his hands, rougher now and still shaking, reach up, pausing slightly before he grasped the sides of my thong.

"Are you sure? Are you really sure?" he croaked.

My only response was to lift my ass slightly, and with one slight tug my panties slid down my stocking clad legs, over my high, slutty pumps ... and then off.

I inched backwards across the desk and he spread my legs. They parted so damned easily!

My heart pounded as I realized that my quivering little pussy was now free from that soaking wet little sheath... and now lay completely on display, lewdly spread open to Rob's gaze, a bleating, sacrificial lamb offered up to some erotic, pagan god.

This was so wrong, I thought... and those thoughts brought me back to this morning and my deliberate clothing choices... that subconsciously I had wanted this all along... and yet here, now... with my exposed slit, wet and glistening under the soft lights I had a moment of clarity.

What was I doing?? My husband!! Camille!!

"Ohhhhhchrisssst!!" I was snapped back to reality by wet, obscene kisses running the length of my tender and aching slit.

His mouth and tongue were now exploring my inflamed, engorged pussy lips... I was caught completely unawares and my first orgasm shot through me like an airstrike.

My previous thoughts were forgotten and... Jeesus this feels soooo goddamn good... a moment later, any inhibitions that may have been keeping guard over me suddenly fell away like a flimsy gauze, and my pussy gushed in whorish delight as I lost it.

I lost it completely.

I rubbed his stiff prick through the front of his trousers, surprised by the slick wet stain of pre-cum that had leaked out of his beautiful swollen cock. I did this!

Without any feelings of guilt or shame , I unbuttoned his pants, and slid my trembling hand into his soaking underwear. I grasped his slick, wet penis in my hand, jacking him slowly and deliberately.

I felt the engorged shaft throb in my hand and I pumped him like an old, seasoned whore... my pride and reserve vanishing completely, along with any dignity I might have held onto up to that point.

My wedding band was slick with semen, and I felt it slide lewdly along his rigid erection, teasing the thick veins underneath. I thrilled as I felt his pubic hair scruff between my fingers and the palm of my hand. I was filled with lust... knowing that he was feeling all of these sensations too, and I creamed again when I realized we had just committed ourselves to the oldest of carnal sins.

I jerked his stiff gorgeous penis in my hand... the sensation of feeling another man's cock had me literally panting in heat.

I flushed, and started to shake all over as sperm coated my entire hand, the lurid squishing sound of the handjob now loud and sloppy, filling the small room.

The air was heavy with that thick, animal smell... the smell of the male in rut.

Rob began to moan.

" I'm... jesus, no I'm going no, christ no.."

I stopped masturbating him... and when I looked up he had changed into someone who was vaguely familiar, yet completely different from what he had been just moments ago.

Rob had regressed, somehow... had become, almost... primate. His face was glazed with lust, his mouth open, slack jawed and teeth bared... close to, but not quite drooling.

His breath was shallow and hitched... catching in ragged, short jerks, hoarse and uneven.

A muscled, heavily-worked farm animal.

I leered up at him, my grin wicked and full of sin. Here, I thought... Here is exactly where I want you!

My little boy! My fucking little slave!

I squeezed his prick hard... very hard, making him wince and clamp his teeth down sharply.

He actually whimpered.

I kept my grip on him as hard as I could... knowing that to release him now would let him spray his seed... neither of us wanting for that to happen just yet.

I jerked him once more... a quick, sharp motion that brought his eyes up into their sockets, senselessly staring into some vast nothingness.

I was mesmerized by this sudden transformation.... a bit taken aback in the power I held over him, and fascinated that in the course of a few minutes at best, this smart, articulate and seemingly sophisticated young man had been reduced to this... beast.

This animal.

I was awestruck, and realized that there was absolutely no rational intelligence left in him at all... None!

Instead now, a sweaty brutish savage... his loins trembling with lust.... ready and waiting to breed with the maddening Slut-queen who had somehow, incredible as it might seem, manage to have him quite literally in the palm of her hand.




Julie & Rob



He twitched, and I slowly released his prick, knowing the danger of having him ejaculate prematurely had passed. With both hands, I pushed him away from me.

"You want to fuck me, don't you" I snapped... "You'd just love to slide your stiff little prick into me wouldn't you?"

Garbled and choked, the response was unintelligible.

I hadn't used birth control for years, but knew that he had a vasectomy a few years ago, and I was grateful that he had inadvertently taken care of this little hiccup for me.

And to be brutally honest, I was well beyond refusing my swollen little pussy anything at that particular point in time.

He somehow sensed that he was finally going to be allowed to mate with me... and he knew it.

I stood up and turned away from him, pulling the hem of my skirt up over my hips. I bent forward and braced myself against the desktop on my elbows. I knew this was going to be quick and probably quite violent. Very violent, I guessed...

My last thoughts were if he would last long enough to bring me off as well, but in his current state... well, who could tell?

He lunged forward, his swollen prick bucked against my tight, stair-mastered little tush in a mindless rage. Trying to mount his prize, his strong sweaty thighs humped against my ass, and my legs splayed open for this... bull. This bull... in his breeding pen.

I felt his stiff wet cock slide between my cheeks, pummeling my tight little ass hole in vain, and finding absolutely no quarter offered there.

He seemed confused and almost angry ... unthinking, shuddering and thrusting until finally, at the entrance of my sopping wet cunt, he found his way.

My legs spread involuntarily, and with a fluid, almost graceful arch of those strong lithe hips, his stiff leaking member slid completely inside of me.

Penetrating me to the hilt, I was speared through with a throbbing shaft of hot stiff flesh... immediately and thoroughly impaled on his rock-hard prick. I was helpless now... held captive, solidly pinned against the desk.

Finally, he had me. A mindless bellow of triumph! Yes! Breed with the she-wolf!

I could now feel the girth of his engorged penis, and felt myself stretched open by this forceful intruder.

He started to pump rhythmically inside of me, an ancient cadence, his swollen balls slapping against my thighs. The tempo ramped up quickly, the pace now feverish.

Faster and faster... almost frantic!

I was frightened!

No polite way to describe what was happening now... I was getting fucked!

And I was getting fucked hard!

His prick plunged in and out of my sopping wet pussy... reaching depths that I had no idea existed.

Our coupling was brutal and, in fact... almost bordered on assault were it not that I completely and utterly craved it.

I had wanted this, had encouraged it, and had now actually allowed it to happen.

And now I was damned well getting what I deserved... aren't you, you little slut!

It took less than a minute. Rob roared... a raging brute, and ejaculated. His body went rigid, his thick swollen cock twitched and I felt his entire body spasm as he started to empty his seed into me... filling my battered, swollen pussy with his cream.

I felt a warm, telltale slick begin to dribble down between my legs... the rutting animal invading me still locked inside, never stopping, never slowing down. As he sprayed his hot, steaming load into me I started to shake and mewl like a frightened little kitten. And I wanted to cum...

Ohhh how I wanted to cum.

And I did... but this time it was different. This time it was savage.

My pussy contracted violently and clamped around the rigid, thrusting penis pounding inside of me. I started to gasp and pant like an animal and my pussy splayed open then clenched again and again around the stiff, pulsing prick... enraging me somehow, wanting to milk even more semen from the mindless male rutting between my legs.

This new orgasm fairly ripped through me like a lightning bolt. My vision blacked out for a moment, and when I snapped to, I had lost control for yet a second time.

This time however, all motor functions, senses... everything... were now completely beyond my reach... somehow, all control had been handed over directly and decisively to the very center of my sex.

My vagina now held dominion over my body... and that authority held sway over every living fibre of my being.

And it was to be obeyed!

I watched from a distance... disconnected from the reality of, and any semblance of, conscious direction.

An uninvited party guest, I was allowed to observe but not participate in any of the proceedings.

I watched with a strange, dismal fascination as my pussy clenched and unclenched around Rob's still rigid, spurting penis, slightly offended to see my body submit slavishly to an old, almost prehistoric, biological imperative.

( My vagina was trying to keep his seed inside of me...)

My entire being ordered to surrender to that ancient, primal and unspeakable lust.

( A lust that demanded I become pregnant by the man between my legs! That demanded I have his babies! )

My thighs were glazed with his delicious semen; my nylons splattered with cum... the entire scene an obscene display of sexual depravity.

A rutting, visceral ecstasy washed over me, and I almost lost consciousness again, as an indescribable flood of volcanic, carnal fury consumed me at that precise moment.

I flushed and I saw stars... my pussy convulsed and contracted violently once more... this time succeeding in fulfilling that driving, mindless directive that had somehow fuelled this most unprecedented of orgasms.

This time the final paroxysm shot directly through my vagina, and forced a jet of Rob's warm, intoxicating semen up and deep into my cervix... squirting his seed over my ovaries, as I tried desperately to fertilize myself for him.

My thighs came together with a lewd, obscene slap and my split clenched once again with a vulgar squishing sound, announcing to the entire world the cheating little slut had just cum like a common whore.

I collapsed, and eventually Rob's penis softened and finally slipped out of me. I don't know how long we stayed like that... both of us immersed in a surrealistic, post-coital trance, a state unknown to those who have never had the pleasure of being totally and completely bred, like an animal.

From being truly and completely inseminated by your lover.

Not that much later, we finally regained our senses... and then suddenly... it was over.

I stood back up, adjusting and buttoning my blouse... and realized I was still almost fully dressed.

I retrieved my panties from the floor, wrapped my arms around Rob's neck and gave him a deep, lingering kiss.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He wanted to say something, but I put my finger up to his mouth to stop him. I turned away, and walked back to the kitchen to collect the rest of my things.

I slid the tiny, slutty panties up my legs, and they were immediately soaked through with his sperm.

I walked to the door, my skirt still hiked up... exposed to him like a little high school tramp.

And feeling exactly like one.

Without looking back I left the house, feeling more than just a bit degraded, slopped with another man's cum, and burning with shame.

Outside, I quickly adjusted my skirt to preserve some semblance of decorum, and only then noticed the big red GMC parked across from Rob's driveway. My husband was sitting in the driver's seat.

I could feel Rob's semen running down the back of my legs, my pussy hot and swollen from the abuse his beautiful prick had just meted out to me. I shivered as a small, yet delicious relapse shot through my pussy, and I actually came again right there in the middle of the street.

As I walked towards the truck, my slick thighs rubbed together deliciously, warm and silky with his cum.

Irrefutable evidence of my infidelity and mute witness to the lurid sex I had just had with one of his best friends.

As I reached my husband's truck, the realization of what had just happened hit me, and I could feel my very soul begin to tremble, and my emotions ran wild.

Oh sweet god, I thought... I am so lucky to have a husband like Dave, and so blessed to have finally found a lover like Rob!

And so grateful to both of them for helping me live out yet another of my depraved little fantasies.

I had finally served as another man's whore.

Ottawa, April 2015



Julie and Scott



It had taken less than half the movie for Scott Fester to fall asleep, which left Julie sitting on the couch next to him in a fume of aggravation. He'd been the one who picked it out, after all. Historical period pieces like this weren't a favorite for either of them, but Scott had a thing for one of the stars and pleaded with Julie until she gave in.

Damnit, Scott, she thought when she realized he was snoring.

Worse yet, as he'd nodded off, his shoulder and arm had slumped in next to hers, pressing strong, well-muscled biceps and deltoids against the skin of her much softer ones. Since the droolingly good looks of the film's leading man had been the only thing worth paying attention to, the sensation of contact with male flesh – Scott's flesh – set something simmering in her.

She sighed and looked at his face, pointing straight up as his head leaned back against the couch cushion. Wake him up, Julie. Elbow him in the ribs. Make him suffer the rest of the way through this thing with you so you can bitch at him about it once it's done.

But she really couldn't. The clean, smooth cut of his features, all so perfect, and the mischievous disarray of his sandy curls went right through her. In moments like this, she saw all the way back to her first glimpse of him in third grade, when something about his eyes and his grin as he juggled a soccer ball struck a funny feeling into her chest that she didn't understand.

Oh, no, Julie, she thought. Don't. Not this again.

Across the room, angst shivered the voice of the film's heroine as she pleaded with her man not to return to the war. "I need you! I need you here! I couldn't bear it if ..."

Julie picked up the remote with her left hand. The wise, mature eighteen-year-old inside her meant to crank the volume up and jostle Scott with her elbow. But the weak, wistful young girl dialed it down instead, to just more than a whisper.

Her gaze returned to Scott's snoring face. Her right arm stayed pressed against him. Dropping the remote, she brought her left hand over and up, just short of brushing her knuckles and the back of her hand across his cheek. She moved the hand as though caressing him, diagonally down along his face, fingers curling, passing beneath his chin, then the whole hand extending to hover at his far cheek, feeling the warmth of it radiating through the air to her palm. At no point did she make contact.

She felt herself sucking her lower lip between her teeth, though she wasn't conscious of having initiated that.

Okay, that's enough. Wake him up and watch the rest of the movie, or just send him home.

Her hand glided through the air before his Adam's apple, eased its way in a careful curve that paralleled the front of his shirt, fabric tight across those athletic pectoral slabs, looser where his rib cage gave way to abs.

She heard her own breathing, faster than it should be.

There. That was very hot. Now move the hand away ... or ... or move it back up, pretend that you're feeling that powerful chest.

But she did not. Instead, her hand continued to float an inch or so above the line between his shirt and pants, right over the belt buckle.

She'd been moving her eyes back and forth from Scott's angelic, sleeping face to the path of her hand through the air. Now she focused them lower.

He lay slouched deeply into the couch, pelvis almost flat against the seat cushion. His legs weren't closed ... plenty of room between them for her hand.

Julie ...

She eased her fingers within a half-inch of his fly, then turned her hand and moved it farther, curling the fingers down between his legs, cupping the air just over his crotch.

Oh my god, what are you doing?

She had never gone this far before. The throb of her heart drowned out what was left of the sound from the television.

A glance at his face – still serene, snoring.

She shifted her body slightly, turning just enough to let her steal her right hand into the juncture between her legs without changing the contact between her upper arm and Scott's.

The touch of her finger, feather-soft against the tight fabric of her shorts, made her close her eyes a moment. She pressed more firmly, burrowing the finger between the flesh of her thighs to reach that perfect spot, right above her clitoris.

She gasped, trembled, lost her concentration – the fingers of her left hand grazed a seam in Scott's crotch.

Her eyes popped back open in a panic, but Scott didn't stir.

I'm touching him there, she thought.

And she was. The seam ran right across a soft, smooth bulge that had to be his penis. Her fingertips remained in contact with that seam, its thick, firm weave telling her nothing about the feel of what lay beneath it, yet still electrifying to feel. Something surged within her. The flesh inside her panties inside her shorts under her hand heated and swelled.

She opened her legs a little and began to rub gently along the curve of her mound.

Her left hand slid off the seam, a fingertip tracing his shape under the thinner denim below it.

Oh, Scott ...

He was still snoring.

Both of her hands scaled their movements up – one braver, more raptured by curiosity in its explorations, the other more carnal, hungrily chasing the right position and the ideal amount of pressure to heighten her arousal and move forward into passionate masturbation.

The round shape beneath her left hand's gentle fingers now began to respond, first by swelling faintly, then by tensing, tightening the cloth that overlay it.

He's getting hard, she thought. I need to stop ...

Inside herself, though, she felt the harbinger warmth of her own orgasm approaching. Still at some distance, but getting closer, closer.

Her right hand intensified its desperate press of self-love. Her left eased tenderly up and down the tumescent shape in Scott's pants, no heavier than a tickle, but apparently enough to connect with something primal in him even in the midst of sleep.

She began to pant through her nose, trying to stay quiet. The rush and throb of climax called to her, very near now and being pulled steadily nearer with each stroke of her finger along the dampening crotch of her shorts.

Scott shifted, mumbled. His cock was a beam in his jeans, her hand folded around the upper curve of its length, easing up and down.

I need to stop, I need to stop – 

So close ...

"Aah! Whu – " Scott's entire body suddenly stiffened harder than his dick beneath her fingers. "Julie! What the hell are you doing?"

Both her hands leapt in terror from their delightful work to her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

A sea of guilt and fear, icy, sharp, washed the orgasm far away before it could carry her off.

Scott was gaping, looking from her to his own lap and back. "Oh my god!"

She felt herself starting to cry. Reflexively, she turned away and curled herself into her corner of the couch. "I'm so sorry, Scott, I don't know ... what an idiot, I ..."

"Oh, Jules." The shock had softened out of his voice. She didn't have to turn around to know that he had his hand on his forehead and that look in his eyes. "Julie, please don't do this."

She sniffled and quaked. She felt the touch of his hand on the round curve of her shoulder.

"Honey, come on," he said. "I'm sorry I freaked. One second I was having this fantastic dream with Trent Harkness all over me and the next – I mean, you just can't do that."

"I'm such a mess, Scott."

"No," he said strongly. "No, Jules, you're not. You're the greatest person I've ever met, and I've fucked up your life for almost three years now – "

The wind went out of her self-loathing and grief. She sniffled again and turned and put her arms around him. "Don't say that. You're not – it's not – "

"It is," he said, holding her tight. "It is my fault."

"Scott, I've told you this so many times. It was my idea. You know it was."

"But I said yes, and I've let it go on way, way past the point that it was obviously hurting you."

"It's not hurting me to pretend I'm your girlfriend, Scott. It's hurting me that I can't be your girlfriend. And it's going to hurt me whether we keep pretending for everybody else or not."

None of this was new. They'd said the same things a dozen times – more and more often this past year. The only difference was that this was the first time she'd tried to hand-rape her best friend in his sleep to get herself off.

"I shouldn't have touched you," she said, still breathing hard but with fewer tears now. "It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, I should never have done it. I'm really sorry, Scott. It won't happen again. Just please don't leave me."

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. "I just don't know what good it does anymore. It's only a couple months to graduation. So what if we break up? People break up all the time. Two and a half years – I don't think anybody's going to suddenly suspect I'm gay if we break up after two and a half years."

"No," she said, keeping her arms clenched around him. "But I'll have to spend the next two months with everybody feeling sorry for poor fat Julie Plunkett, who's so sweet but gosh we never did quite understand why somebody like Scott would be dating her."

"Shit, Julie, I wish you wouldn't talk that way about yourself."

"What, the way everybody else talks about me?"

"That's right. You're better than they are."

She was quiet for a while, holding close to this person she loved – so close, but without any possibility that they would ever be closer.

"Scott," she said at last, "when you go off to State ... that's going to break my heart whether you're my pretend-boyfriend all the way to the end, or if we pretend-breakup tomorrow. Can we just not change anything? Okay?"

"Okay, Jules, whatever you say." He rubbed her back with one hand. "But look, the part where you don't molest me while I'm sleeping is definitely one of the things we shouldn't change, all right?"

She laughed a little and squeezed him, though the empty and sad part of her still bobbed around inside her chest.

"Now," he said, "give me that remote so I can shut the damn TV off. Trent has let me down this time, that's all I have to say."

She gave him the remote. A little while later, he gave her a last hug and went home.





Julie and Scott



Julie crossed her arms and looked away, out through the windshield, into the dark. Was he right?

"No," she said, turning back to him. "You're saying because I love you, it keeps me from accepting who you are. But I love you for who you are, Scott. I can't change you, because then you'd be someone else, and I don't love someone else. I love you. And if I give you a blow-job and we both like it, and I give you a bunch more and you tell me, 'Julie, I'm starting to think maybe this could work. Maybe I could be with you,' I'd feel horrible. I'd feel like I'd stolen your whole sense of who you are away from you. And I'd spend the rest of my life, or however long we were together, thinking, 'Is he really enjoying this? Or is he just faking it because he knows I want it?' Yuck. That's not what this is about."

He crossed his arms too. "What is it about, then?"

"It's about ... it's about you wanting something, and me being able to give it to you, at least part of it. It's about me being your friend and wanting to do something for you. And it's about us both being horny teenagers and not wanting to wait until college in the fall to finally have some kind of sexual experience. Come on. Are you really telling me that if you closed your eyes and started imagining Trent Harkness going down on you, and then after you'd been going at it for a minute, you felt some real lips on you, a real tongue on you – that's not something you could enjoy? Because if Beth or Shawna told me, 'Julie, I want to eat you out, and I want you to pretend it's not me and just think about Scott while I'm doing it,' let me tell you, I'd be all over that."

"Seriously. And you don't think you'd have a hard time looking Shawna in the eye at school after you did that with her?"

"I think I'd have a hard time not blushing and giggling. But looking her in the eye would be great. Because I'd know she understood me, and that it was our secret."

He rolled his eyes again and shifted in his seat, moving one hand to dig in his pocket like he was reaching for his cell phone. "Well then let's call one of them. Which one, Shawna or Beth? I can drop you at her house, and you can get what you want."

"But I don't want to get anything, Scott. I want to give. I want to know what it's like to give someone so much pleasure that they come." She watched him. He was very still and quiet. She took a deep breath and sighed. "But if you really don't think you could enjoy it, not even a little ... that's okay too. Really. I'll shut up about it."

He was frowning, still not saying a word.

"I mean, I'll shut up after I say this one last thing. Trent Harkness sucking your cock. Lapping at it with his tongue, wrapping his lips all the way around it, bobbing his head up and down –"

"Fuck, Julie," he said, clapping his hands over his ears. "You're evil!"

She laughed and undid her seatbelt, reaching for the door-handle. "Okay, Scott, goodnight. I'm sorry I weirded you out. I'll go in and whack myself off now and we can both forget about it."

The door popped open, and she felt a huge relief flood through her – not that there wouldn't be a blow-job tonight, but that she'd tried, she'd been honest, and Scott was still Scott and she could still joke with him and they were still going to prom and everything was going to be okay.

And then his hand closed on her wrist before she had the door half open. She barely kept herself from a gasp, turned her head very slowly, trying very hard to keep a casual expression on her face.

"If we do this," he said, "you're positive you won't be heartbroken after you make me come and it turns out I'm still gay?"

"Damn, I guess that Trent Harkness line really did the trick."

"Julie ..."

She took the hand from her wrist and held it in both of hers. "Scott, sweetie, I'm going to be heartbroken that you're gay my entire life. Or at least until I find a Prince Charming who has a thing for fat chicks and sweeps me off my feet, and then still has a thing for fat chicks even after I throw his back out. But every moment I have where I know how much you trust me and how much I mean to you, that's like gold. Melted gold burning inside me making everything worth it, even the parts that hurt."

He put his free hand against his forehead. "God, this is such a bad idea."

She let go of him and pulled at her door until it clicked.

"Push your seat back. Undo your pants. Start calling me Trent and telling me what you want me to do."

"Fuck," he said. He turned and grabbed hold of the steering wheel with both hands for a second, then let go and pulled at the lever that released the seat. It slid back with a loud zipping sound and a thunk, and then he reclined the seatback halfway and leaned against it, eyes closed.

His hands were at his belt buckle, moving quickly. His breathing was fast too. Julie waited, feeling her heart speed up.

He got his zipper down. He pushed at the waistband of his pants, and the briefs beneath them. They went down past his hips. In the dim interior of the car, she could just barely see it, but there it was.

Scott's penis.

It was only halfway hard, she could see, not firm and standing up straight but also not shriveled and relaxed like it had been when she'd touched it through his jeans a few weeks back. He took it in his right hand and started working at it. She kept quiet.

His lips were moving, she saw when she spared a glance from his hardening cock to his face. Very slightly, and not making any sound. His cheeks and the corners of his eyes looked tight with concentration.

Slowly, the thing in his hand lengthened, straightened, swelled. She wanted to put the dome light on and get a good look at it, towering and solid, the skin gleaming taut across the curve of its tip. But she had to content herself with imagining.

Scott whispered something, she didn't catch what. Then, a little louder, he breathed, "... can't believe ... really happening ... oh god ..."

The movement of his hand up and down on his shaft had her on fire. But it was nothing compared to what she felt when he spoke up next.

"Do it. Put your mouth on it, baby ..."

It was hard to breath. She twisted in her seat, got her knees down onto the floorboards. Her ass bumped up against the glove compartment. Carefully, she leaned forward, toward his side of the car. Then, realizing that her long blond hair was about to swing down and brush his crotch before the rest of her face made it there, she stopped.

Pretty sure Trent Harkness doesn't have hair down past his shoulders, she thought, grabbing it and trying to twist it into a knot as quick as she could. Long strands kept trying to escape, but somehow she got it where she thought it wouldn't pop loose and ruin the illusion for Scott.

She leaned down again, hesitant, not sure whether to take hold of him herself, or just use her mouth and let him keep his hand around it as she got started.

Well, do something, Julie, she thought.

If she used her hand, it might brush against his – too soft, too small to be another man's.

She bent further, reaching over him to hold herself up with a palm against the arm-rest on his door. She was very close now, her lips right over the silhouetted cylinder that his fingers stroked up and down. A rich, musky odor rose up to her nose, sweat mixed with something more primal, more purposeful. She opened her mouth and gingerly lowered her face toward him.

Contact. Just her upper lip, brushing something round and soft.

Scott took in a sharp breath.

She felt for him with her other lip, with her tongue. They met and captured a full, rich bulb of flesh. Hot. Bigger around than she expected. He made a noise. It sounded like a good noise.

Something powerful and charged with energy rushed through her.

She leaned farther down. More of him slid into her mouth. A curved rim along one side of the bulb, then round, rigid shaft. He made the noise again, something between a whimper and a moan.

"Hhh ..."

She wasn't sure what to do next. His hand moved down from its place on the shaft to rest at the base, thumb and forefinger encircling the root. She decided to try sucking.

"Ah! Oh, oh, ah!"

The vacuum brought her cheeks into full, enveloping contact along both sides. She kept her jaw wide, assuming she ought to keep her teeth off his most sensitive body part. She went farther down.

Fuck, this thing fills your mouth up really fast.

She hadn't gotten her lips past the halfway point on his shaft yet, and the tip was already gliding across the back of her tongue toward her throat. Any farther and it would probably make her gag. It's so big. I thought you could just gulp down onto one of these and swallow the whole thing ... oh, god, what if I suck at doing this and I can't even fit enough of it in my mouth to get him off?

But from the sound of things, Scott didn't seem to have a problem with what she was doing so far. Experimentally, she rolled her tongue back and forth around the curve of his rod.

"Mngh! Mnh – ah –"

The shape in her mouth swelled momentarily. The faint, salt-skin flavor she'd been tasting changed suddenly, sweetened slightly, but not quite a sugary sweetness. A slick sensation spread across the back of her tongue.

He's leaking something, she thought. He can't be coming already, can he? No, I'm pretty sure it's a bigger deal when a guy comes.

She lifted her head, drawing her lips up along his erection, keeping her tongue curled against him.

"Yes, Trent ..."

She tried to keep from laughing – she'd forgotten all about what he was supposed to be fantasizing. The effort to hold back the noise tightened the circle of her lips around his shaft.

"Uah!"

I'm really doing this. And he's really liking it!

She slid back down, quickly, almost too quickly and almost too deep. Scott thrust up in response and she nearly choked.

"Yeah, fuck, that's good!"

Fighting back her gag reflex, she worked her neck to swish her way up and down along the top half of his dick. Spit sloshed noisily inside her mouth as she moved, ran out past her lips and down the part of him she couldn't get to.

His hand withdrew from his crotch.

"Grab me," he gasped. "Grab me and work it ... oh ..."

She got her left hand in below her mouth and encircled the dripping pole of flesh there. How tight do I hold onto this? Too light seemed like a better mistake to make than too tight, so she held him gently and began bobbing her head and hand in time together.

Another pulse of that salty-sweet slickness left him and dissolved through her wet mouth.

"Yes, ah, yes –"

Wow. This is so hot. My pussy's on fire.

She thought about reaching her free hand down to lift her skirt and rub against the moistening fabric of her panties. But Scott was panting fast now and thrusting in time with her movements. She didn't want to risk spoiling their rhythm, breaking the moment for him.

"Oh god, oh shit, Trent – uhh!"

Julie quivered at his voice, at the firm smoothness of him penetrating her mouth with every stroke. She concentrated on the feel of him gliding through her lips, the twitch of him responding to the flicking of her tongue.

"Ooh, ooh, ahhh ..."

Something was definitely about to happen. She could feel him swelling up even larger, harder – with her hand and especially with her mouth.

Yes, come, Scott, come! She bobbed faster.

"Mnh, ah- Ngh- "

His hips were up off the seat now. His voice was getting higher and higher. She steeled herself and forced her head farther down, ignoring her gag reflex, ordering her throat to widen up and take as much of him as she could. It probably didn't get him more than a half-inch deeper.

But apparently, that was enough.

"AHH! Trent! Guhh ..."

His orgasm broke loose in her mouth, thick, pungent, spasming, brilliant. She felt a glow from her stomach up through her entire chest.

"Nff! Ah –"

Julie swallowed, and swallowed, drinking in the man she loved, knowing this might be the only time it would ever happen. She felt tears running down her cheeks, but not from having his pulsing cock thrust too deep into her throat – the joy of doing this for him simply swept her away.

Slowly, the expulsive tremors of his climax trailed off into echoes and then stillness. All she could hear was his breathing, and her own racing heartbeat.

"Oh my god," he gasped. "Oh my god, thank you."

As gently as she could, she lifted up and released him. She didn't really want to, but with her primary goal accomplished, she found that her jaw was killing her. She got up from the floor of the car and sat sideways in her seat, watching him.

Oh, Scott, she thought, and leaned over to brush the hair from his forehead. His eyes opened and found her.

"That was you I was thanking, by the way. Not Trent." He said it with a smirk and she felt herself flush.

"Oh. Well, you're welcome." She glanced through her window to the porch light burning at the front of her house. "I guess I should probably be getting in."

Scott laughed and tugged his pants back up. "You know they've got to think we've been doing this for years, right?"

"I know," she said. "But I've always been able to giggle inside at the fact that they were wrong. And now I can't."

"Plus, you've got to hurry in and wank off, right?"

She blushed even harder. "You're tacky."

"But I'm right, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Do you want to do it here, in the car? I could ... talk you through it. Seems kind of unfair that you did, you know, that, for me, and then for me to just drive off and not do anything for you."

She thought about it, but only for a moment. "Scott, you just can't imagine how much I enjoyed that. I think – it may have been the most beautiful thing I've ever done."

"Well, it was pretty awesome from my end too. But that just makes it even more like I ought to –"

She put a hand to his cheek. "Scott, I just made love to you with my mouth. You let me do something amazing. Sure, that thing got me all steamed up and made me want to masturbate like crazy, but I don't need to involve you in my masturbation for some kind of payback. And if I'm here with you, I can't fantasize about you. The real you is too important to me. You'll block out the silly fantasy you that I like to get myself off with. I mean, if you're just dying to see me put my hand in my panties, I'll do it. But it would only be because you're really interested in seeing it."

His nose wrinkled a little and his mouth made a kind of apologetic curl. "Uh, I hope you really mean that and it's okay to be honest here, but, uh, no, I'm not really interested in seeing it."

She laughed and patted his cheek, then turned toward the door.

As she opened it, Scott said, "Julie?"

"Yeah?"

"Jules, you're the best friend I could ever hope for. You know that, don't you?"

"All the way through my heart, Scott, and forever."

His eyes gleamed a little wetly in the dark. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She opened the door, got out, closed it. On her way up the walk to the front stairs, she felt light, lighter than cotton candy spun from angels' dreams. At the porch, she turned and waved. Scott waved back, and she went inside. 



Julie and Sherrie



Julie Madison put down her towel and switched off the music in the aerobics classroom. "Great job, ladies! You really seemed to put the extra effort in today. You'll feel it tomorrow but it will be worth it!" The class gave a good natured chuckle and began to filter out.

"Sherrie, can I see you please?" she called out, as the petite blond packed her things. Soon they were the only ones left in the classroom. "Yes, Mrs. Madison?" she asked.

"Sherrie, since you're applying to be an instructor here, I wanted to see what you thought of this class. It's one of my more challenging ones. Do you still think this is the kind of work you're looking for?"

"Yes, definitely, if you agree, Mrs. Madison. I'd still like to lead a class and see what you think of me if that's still OK."

"First, absolutely, yes, I'd love to watch you lead a class. You kept up very nicely today and have a good natural rhythm. And second, it's Julie. Only my lawyer calls me Mrs. Madison!" She gave Sherrie a brilliant smile that put the younger girl at ease. At 5'10", Julie knew she could be intimidating, especially to someone who could barely reach 5'1". Being 39 with long, black hair, a great tan, firm d-cup breasts, and an overall knockout, sometimes didn't help either, though Sherrie certainly made high marks in cuteness. She was the kind of girl you just wanted to cuddle up with and kiss. Blonde, blue eyed, pert breasts, and a very tight ass that spoke volumes about how much time she spent working out.

"So, Sherrie, how did you hear about the studio? I haven't seen you as a participant in class before."

"Well, Mrs. - Julie - I heard about you from Laurie here on staff. She said you were great to work for and that I may 'fit right in', as she said." 

Hmm. Laurie was one of here more frequent partners at the studio and in bed. Julie liked the part about 'fitting right in'. Perhaps this day was going to work out after all.

"Awesome, Sherrie. I'm glad Laurie spoke highly of the studio!"

"Yes, she said you often gave a most 'loving' welcome to new staff, which sounds super nice of you." Sherrie was blushing and looked down demurely. She had a tiny nervous smile just waiting to pop out.

"Well, I certainly like the people I work with to feel special and welcome. Would you like to come by tonight for dinner and I can hear more about your background? TGIF, after all!"

"That sounds great - I'd love to! When would be good? It's 6:00 now."

Julie saw that Sherrie was blushing furiously. Yes, she knew what was coming next. This was going to be a fun weekend after all.

"How about now? We can get cleaned up, go to my place and then relax. Did you bring a change of clothes?" 

"Yep! Can I follow you there? I'm not sure where you live."

"That sounds great. Let me put my stuff away and let's head out!"

Julie's house was extravagant. Her unusual background was the reason. At 18 she met a man who gave her the most bizarre proposal she had ever heard of. He was a very handsome, insanely wealthy man who owned a number of businesses and by all accounts had a number of girlfriends, though he had never married. At the time Julie was a freshman in her mostly girls' college, and according to the teacher who was setting her up, she met all of his qualifications: gorgeous, smart, ambitious, and a lover of women.

"What does he want from me then? Why would a rich playboy want with a lesbian girl anyway? If he wants me to join some kind of threesome with his girlfriend, no thanks!!"

"I don't know, though I will say he has a strong reputation for solid business ethics. He certainly isn't a slimeball like so many I have to work with. You should see the types I have to deal with when I solicit donations to the College from wealthy business people. I say, hear him out. At the worst, you can meet him at a public restaurant, and have a dynamite dinner!"

That sounded OK, but Julie was still unsure, though willing to see what this was all about.

The following week they met at his favorite five-star restaurant. Since her budget was very much one-star, she was amazed at the opulence. One of his handlers brought her to his table in a private dining area. They were quickly alone.

"Wow! Or should I say, good evening, my name is Jim Madison. Won't you join me?" He pulled out a chair for her and everything. This guy must have read that manners book her Mom always tried to get her to read.

After a few minutes of small talk and a glass of wine - great wine, that's for sure - for them both, he got to the point. "Julie, I'm a wealthy man, and people would pretty much assume I have it all. But there are some things I need. A man of my age bouncing around between girlfriends is all well and good, but I'm getting at the older end of that kind of thing. I need a wife."

"Umm - Mr. Madison, I -"

"Now hold on, let me finish. I'm well aware of your preferences, in fact, that's a key part of my proposal. Julie, you like girls, and I like girls who like girls. I can get sex anywhere, with my position, but in my home I can't think of anything I'd rather be surrounded by than beautiful women loving each other. I'd like you to become my wife, and go with me to functions in fancy places like this, and let the world see I'm stable and 'normal'. It'll be good for the shareholders. No sex between us is involved. But I do want you to bring home women - often - and I'd like you to be very public with your affections in front of me. Sometimes let me watch all the way, other times maybe not.

"There are a couple of additional requirements: you will have to have a child or two, though how conception is handled is up for discussion, and no hitting on my associates' wives unless they hit on you first. Which is fairly likely, I'm not the only one with this kind of setup. In return, you'll have all the money you could want. You could take a lover or two to Hawaii on my jet when we go there for business. You could complete college on your own schedule. You could have any car you want, as many clothes as you want - even take some high end clothes off of a runway model yourself, many of them would dearly enjoy that. You'll be in charge of the household staff, so no worries about housework and so on.

"I'm looking for someone who is smart enough to use these gifts wisely, ambitious enough to want to see her dreams fulfilled, charming enough to play hostess, and sexy enough to make my friends drool on their shoes when they see you. You more than hit all of those out of the park.

"I know that's a lot, but what do you think? Just for listening, and considering, and not talking to the press, even if you say no there will be a sizable 'consulting fee' for your time."

Well. That was devastatingly huge. Umm.

"How about a day to think it over? Would that be OK?"

"Absolutely. Let's have dinner now and continue to get to know each other."

So, eventually Julie became Mrs. Madison, at least in name only. She found she had quite a talent for being a trophy wife, often managing a dinner party and at the same time extracting valuable information for the deal at hand from people who assumed she was a ditzy bimbo. 

She delighted in bringing home a string of lovers and making her husband insane with lust as she dressed them up, and stripped them down, in the living room, at the pool, in the kitchen, or wherever her fancy took her. And no few were other wives of similarly inclined businessmen. She even bore him a son named Mark, through artificial insemination with Jim's sperm, administered by one of her favorite girlfriends through a specially adapted strap-on. While he watched.

But eventually Jim died of a motorcycle crash, taking a curve too fast, and knowing him, feeling the curves of the girl sharing his bike and not paying attention to his driving. Julie inherited everything, and founded a line of workout studios for women. She remained on the board of many of Jim's companies and dropped off of those she had no interest in. It was the ultimate life.

So Sherrie, seeing the mansion for the first time, was most definitely impressed. After the tour they sat down on the leather couch together with a glass of wine each and began to chat.

"So what else did Laurie say about me, hmm?" Julie asked with an evil smile.

"Well, that, you, umm..." Sherrie was again blushing furiously, looking down at her empty wine glass.

"Sherrie, do you like girls?" She nodded but didn't say anything. "Have you ever been with a girl?"

Julie didn't think anyone could blush even harder, but Sherrie managed to. "I've always wanted to, but didn't know who I could ask, or if bad stories would get around if I hit on a girl who didn't like it. I met Laurie at my old job, and I think she could tell I was interested. I thought about asking her, but she is – umm – well, no offense or anything, but she's a little scary."

Laurie Melton was one of the most sexually aggressive women Julie had ever met. Which worked wonders for Julie, who was more than happy to return the favor, but for a first-timer Laurie probably wasn't the right person to start with.

Julie leaned into Sherrie and kissed her lightly on the lips. She pulled back and looked in her eyes. "What did you think? Did you like that?"

Sherrie smiled hugely and nodded. "Yes – a lot! I was hoping this would happen."

Julie leaned over to the younger girl and kissed her harder, with real passion. She felt Sherrie melt into the kiss. Looking the petite blonde in the eyes she smiled and began kissing her way across her face, breathed deeply and hotly into her ear, and began kissing her way down her neck. Sherrie let out a small groan of pleasure.

Julie stood and took Sherrie's hand. "Come, sweetie, let's go to my bedroom and see what mischief we can get into up there." The younger girl smiled and followed her teacher across the room and up the stairs.

They landed on the bed kissing. Julie's hand moved over Sherrie's breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her cami. She was rewarded with another tiny moan. Julie began licking the small of her neck, towards her shoulder. When she encountered the cami's shoulder strap she moved it out of the way with her teeth, pulling it down over her shoulder. Sherrie pulled her arm free of the strap. Julie repeated the process on the other side, and then kissed her way across the younger girl's chest with little kisses, licks and nibbles, back and forth, across each breast, always pulling down her cami a bit more with her teeth and tongue. Sherrie was squirming with excitement. 

Julie finally cleared the top of her bra and sat Sherrie up in bed. "Off with this now, my sexy pet." she said, lifting her cami up and off. "Mmm. I love your bra. So pretty and finely worked. You have excellent taste!" She returned to her oral attention to Sherrie's b-cup breasts, pulling down each cup and licking the exposed treasure inside. When both nipples were firm and ready to play Julie sat Sherrie up, straddled her lap, kissed her, while reaching behind and unhooking her bra. 

Sherrie reached under Julie's spandex exercise top and began feeling another woman's breasts for the first time. It felt heavenly – though reaching under the sports bra was tight. Julie's breasts were a good bit larger than her own, and were in fact "enhanced" – a first anniversary present from her husband, one she particularly loved. Julie lifted off her top and sports bra and the two women kissed while pressing breast to breast. To Sherrie it just felt so right. She was so glad she came along, and the last traces of nervousness left her.

Julie laid her back down and positioned herself alongside Sherrie, where she had an easy reach along her body, and continued to kiss her young friend. Running her fingers ever so lightly up her leg, she came closer and closer to her pussy but never quite made contact with her panties under her mini skirt. When Sherrie could finally take no more Julie's hand reach up and she put one fingertip into her panties and ran it along the lacy top, back and forth. Slowly, so slowly, her finger pushed deeper into her panties. 

When the whole length of her finger was in, she moved it to the far side of her panties and hooked it over the top, and began pulling down. Sherrie gladly lifted her ass off of the bed and in another second her "lady friend" was exposed to the air. 

Still kissing deeply, Julie ran her finger down to her pussy, running it lightly over the top of her lips as Sherrie spread her legs wide. Her finger moved up and down, but after two motions the younger girl's lips spread wide open. She was so wet! Julie moaned appreciatively and she hooked one finger, then two, deep into Sherrie, while her thumb brushed her clit. The girl was practically squirming off of the bed!

Julie sat up and moved down to see for herself her latest prize. Sherrie had trimmed her brown hair – hmm, not a natural blond – very nicely, and her juices were just starting to leak out. Julie leaned forward and gave a long lick from bottom to top, producing the loudest moan yet. This wasn't going to take long! She licked again and again, bottom to top, circling her clit with the tongue's tip. Her left had pulled back above her mound to expose even more of her now rock hard clit. In just a few seconds more Sherrie exploded with a scream and her ass bucked completely off of the bed. Julie continued to lick her until Sherrie pushed her head away, her clit becoming too sensitive. 

Julie moved up and gave her young friend a deep kiss. "So how was it? Was it as good as you hoped for?" Julie asked. Sherrie was still relishing the afterglow and nodded hard. "Good I love seeing women having a great time!" Julie continued to kiss her for another minute or two, then without stopping, reached down with her right hand and plunged two fingers deep into Sherrie. 

Sherrie gasped with surprise, then moaned deeply. Julie kept up the attack on her pussy, pushing in faster and faster, her thumb rubbing her clit insistently. Within a couple of minutes Sherrie has another major climax. "She looks so hot lying there recovering", Julie thought, "she's a definite keeper."

When the light returned to Sherrie's eyes the petite blond rolled over onto Julie and began rubbing her breasts. "Oh my God, that was so hot. How did you know I could come again so quickly? That was AMAZING!"

"Because, sexy, all women can. It's when women get together that they have the hottest sex of their lives. And one reason why I love girls so much."

"Well, I want to do that to you, but I'm not sure how."

"Just follow your instincts. What would you like to have done to you? Just do that to me. Let me help." With that Julie rolled down her workout pants and was nude. "Play with my boobs, and get comfortable. Then explore – go where you would want a girl to go with you."

Sherrie rubbed, licked and sucked Julie's breasts while her hands roamed all over her body. "She's sure an exercise leader – I've never seen a woman this age with such a tight bod!" she thought. Soon she moved down and kneeled between Julie's legs, rubbing both hands up and down the older woman's legs, across her stomach, and finally down onto her hairless pussy.

She pushed her legs apart and leaned forward for her first taste of another woman. With one small pause before the last leap into full-on woman-loving-woman, she plunged her tongue deep into Julie, pulling it out, and up, across her clit. "Mmm – you are a fast learner!"

Sherrie smiled to herself, pleased she was doing well. She leaned in closer and began to lick harder, more forcefully. After a little while she when she got to the top she sucked hard on Julie's clit, pulling it up and out of its hood and really making it stand at attention. "God, girl, are you sure you've never done this before?!?" Sherrie smiled to herself and continued giving her clit-blowjob. She used her other hand and plunged in two fingers, pumping in and out. Soon three fingers were making the journey and the younger woman was merciless in both her clit and her finger fucking. Julie's hips moved up and down more and more, straining to take it all and reach her climax. When she did she gave a yell that almost caused Sherrie to lose concentration. 

The finger pounding never stopped, as the blond waited for some kind of signal that Julie had had enough. She turned her fingers over and curled them up, thinking of what she liked to do when she masturbated, and found the fleshy spot inside her teacher's walls that she new would drive her crazy. Julie's orgasm blossomed into another, her hips leaping off of the bed. Julie pushed her sex pet's hand away and rolled over.

"GOD, woman, that was fantastic. How did you learn to do that? Was it really your first time with a woman?"

"Yes, definitely. I just pretended that I was you and it was me you were playing with, and went from there."

Julie grinned and pulled the petite blond to her. "Then, my dear, I will have to really show you some things. Do you have anything going on tomorrow? Would you like to spend the night? Or the weekend?" A delicious smile accompanied the proposition.

"Actually, I packed for a whole weekend – Laurie had sort of mentioned that that may be a good idea."

"Hah! I love it. Then come, sweetie, and let's take a shower and get cleaned up. I've got some plans for you, and they don't involve a lot of clothes." She leaned in for a final kiss before dragging her new girlfriend into the bathroom.