3 comments/ 95319 views/ 18 favorites The Quest By: Callidora The room is dark, dark. The darkness is like a wall. If he were supposed to be approaching his sister's bed at eleven-thirty at night, if this were a normal and fully acceptable thing he was doing, the light would be on. She went to bed ten minutes before; she could be asleep already. A brother is supposed to knock gently, or knock hard if he's rude, or wait until morning. A lover might just walk in, and that is what he's doing, one little step at a time, slowly because the darkness pushes back, but steadily because stopping is out of the question. There's safety behind, round the corner to the lit hallway, and maybe paradise ahead, where she's lying there breathing softly--he can hear her now--and anything in between is just an obstacle. So many obstacles, each one scary when you're sneaking. Step over the ottoman and there is the bed, startle as his leg touches the corner of the comforter, her comforter, and he's more in than out, oh god this is crazy. But it worked out before. And there's her arm, hers, pale and alive. It's just an arm but his mind projects much more into the indistinctness beyond it--her curves, so many delicate curves she has, her vulnerable, naked belly, so many parts of her that he is not supposed to have even imagined but has in fact seen and touched. She is designed for what he is coming to do, he knows this; against all familial conventions he holds this knowledge stoutly. He is driven like a parachute before the expanding heat of his memories--the memories of what they did before. The rightness of it almost snuffs his fear. But... now he is out of careful shuffling steps to make. He'll have to talk to her. Oh god how to say it? He's a live wire, he thinks of fleeing. But she's right there. Got to at least ask. But she was never quite asleep. She starts turning under the blanket even as he crouches, and with that one mutual motion they are face to face. He didn't even give his pupils time to expand all the way--her face is a ghostly moon verging into invisible sea of pillow, her eyes mysterious craters. But he sees the flicker of her lashes--she is unmistakably awake. He swallows, pinned on her gaze, yet less terrified now that someone is looking and he has no choice but to act. He croaks, pauses to swallow, tries again. "Hey," is all that comes out. He poses it like a request, his voice brisk but hushed. In saying only this he communicates, however vaguely, that he is not here to talk about something that can be talked about. "Hey," she replies. She's too bleary to think this through just yet. She just looks at him. This is the hardest moment for him. The lip of the thick blanket is right there, the way in to the secret cave where A Girl lies, and his mind flashes on the image of himself just lifting it and climbing in. He is so keyed up that his muscles twitch at the thought. But he can't get into the bed uninvited, so he stares back, stymied. How do you start this thing? Somehow, somehow, he never really knew, never thought until now when it's his chief calamity: She has to want it too. It was so easy the last time. Somehow it's fine once it starts, a hundred secret things become easy. Maybe--his terror rises--maybe she thinks it's sick now. It is sick, isn't it, part of him knows without question that it is--but that part isn't in charge just now. He wants her so much, but he can't ask. Not talking about it is part of what makes it possible. His boner is wilting; he fears with a new sort of sickness that he's going to fail here. What comes next, what do you do at this point? The the delicious fresh smell of her girly shampoo dizzies him. Her body, so close. Suddenly needing to justify his presence to her with purposeful action, he reaches the few inches to her nearer hand and strokes the open wrist with his fingertips. It's sheepish and romantic and he can't look at anything but the wrist while doing this because her face hasn't given permission yet and if it turns out to be the face of a normal sister who thinks this is pure wrongness then maybe he will just die. What do you hear about brother-sister incest from the other kids at school? Nothing, so it must be impossible, and how can you do the impossible without leaving this universe altogether and becoming one of Those People who you cannot be, criminals and murderers and sickos? You look only at the wrist is how, and let your body lead. He strokes her like a lover might, and trembles in terror and hunger. What will she do? What does she think of this? What does any girl think of anything? This girl is thinking of how to get rid of him, actually. He hasn't said what he's here for but of course Saturday night is the first thing on her mind when she sees him crouching by her bed in the dark like he never would have done, would have had no reason to do before Saturday came and they watched that movie together on the couch and it happened, the thing that was supposed to be over and done with. Seeing him like that makes her feel tired, because it means she'll have to talk him off, and she wasn't supposed to ever have to. What they did before was only made okay afterward by the mutual assumption that they would never do it again, and there is no way forward but to maintain faith in that assumption. Even if going forward means doing it again (but it can't, she knows it can't). She was almost asleep and is too comfortable in this nice warm bed to want to move her arm away from him, and that isn't fair. What pleasure is left for her if she must give up the nice bed to convince him not to touch her and do the other exciting wrong things he did before? Stupid boy. This is like a nightmare for her, and it drags out in the timelessness of near-sleep. Long moments pass while she drifts in a sleepy pool of injustice; some of them are those critical moments when she could just tell him firmly to go to bed and he would bolt. But she's busy with her indignity, not even totally aware of him. "You have to go," she finally murmurs in his general direction, certain that he can and will be made to go. He's only halfway terrified now. She talked and wasn't outraged and he can look at her face now. She's so little and elegant and pretty, so right, such a prize if he can only get past this. He remembers that he can talk as well. "Come on," he says, gentle, dumb urgency in his tone. He is supposed to be almost an adult but he sounds like a child. He strokes his fingertips over her pinky, and she wishes he would stop. The looming pressure of his unspoken request weighs on her; she is so tired and she turns her face into the pillow, putting off the need to acknowledge any of this. It's still unspoken and she can still hide from it. "Noo," she tells him, muffled by the pillow, unknowingly coquettish. A hint of scorn from her would burst his confidence and send him running. But she is letting him see that this affects her; her refusal is one that invites appeal. And that is enough to keep him crouching at her side, shorts obscenely tented. She hasn't even moved her hand away from him; she cannot take part in this even to the extent of putting an end to it. "Please," he tells her. In his mind the syllable is a compromise--he is refusing to jump on her as his body knows he should do; he is working to do this reasonably, to make it fair. It's okay to be crouching here, fondling his sister's hot wrist, if he can only continue to ask her respectfully. In his mind this is really almost something good he is doing. Now she is becoming afraid. She's refused him twice; what more can she do? The fear is not of violence, but that it will somehow happen again, the thing that cannot. She wishes she hadn't recently started taking the pill. In her mind, it seems that it would be easy to reject him then. The danger of pregnancy is simple and obvious. Far more frightening is the other thing, the thing that brings pleasure. Such a bad thing is not supposed to feel good! How can that be fair? She pulls away, bringing her outstretched hand almost back under her torso, only a few inches from where it had been. His fingers do not follow. She huddles her face in the pillow, trying hard to seem like she's fallen asleep. In her mind this is good progress, an exhaustive effort. As long as it's possible that he'll just leave, she can and must assume that he will. Time passes. Gradually, immeasurably, the murky intensity of this small ordeal blurs and diffuses into a deeper, more neutral darkness. She would be relieved at her escape if she could be conscious of it, but it is a departure from consciousness. The night is passing away into sleep, like thousands of normal nights before it. Good nights. --- In her dream, the mattress is flexing on its own; something is climbing onto it, a threatening monster... and as she is dragged back into consciousness she remembers with a feeling of betrayal that only a minute or so has passed, and that this is her brother coming under her blanket, spilling her toward him in the dent he makes on the mattress. He bumps and pokes her with his knobby elbows and shins and shoulder; he's pulling the blanket straight, covering them both. He's partway atop her already, and he'll start touching her in a moment, oh it is too late, she is defeated. She knows it's going to happen now, doesn't know that her knowing makes it true; these are just two kids, for all that they are old enough to vote (and to legally consent to sex, for that matter), and they will act first, and justify shortly thereafter, and properly, fully understand only years later, if ever. Now she remembers again that she's on the pill, and this time the knowledge relieves her. Because he's panting hotly into her flannel-clad shoulder and soon he will be taking her, and as long as her thinking mind clings to the idea that she has wisely guarded her womb against such as this, it won't interfere with the rest of her, the majority, the parts that flush and tingle and sweat under the press of a hot, desiring male body, the dreaming parts for which Saturday night never ended. He aligns with her, covers her, his body a challenge, a demand--she spreads her legs, opening a valley for him to slide his hips into. It's easier than not doing it. Butterflies dance in her slim belly; she's panting a little bit too. Now his weight is all on her, and neither one is thinking much. He's grasping at her, pushing his hips down, searching for ever more leverage with which to squeeze his rigid penis tightly between their layers of clothing. She isn't really pushing back but she isn't relaxed either. When his forearms quest beneath her, she raises her own arms to make it easier for him to hug her, to crush her little body tightly against him and make her gasp. He wants to take hold of her tits, they're so soft and forbidden on his chest; he wants everything at once. With eyes dulled, he nuzzles around her hot, flushed cheek, over her pretty face. For a moment they lock gazes, and he cannot move. He knows again that she never gave him permission. There is no longer any room for fear, now when most of her body is melded to his in a lover's embrace. But her eyes are still the eyes of his just barely older sibling and they can still stop him, for a time. So sister and brother lie, panting over one another's lips, groins held tightly together. She doesn't know why she kisses him. But one little mouthing peck is all it takes; then they're together, making out ferociously. Her arms tighten around his shoulders, where they fell when he was mounting her. His hips grind down hard upon her privates, and now she pushes back. A narrow roll of her flannel nightshirt has crumpled into a sensitive little place over her pussy, and she pushes all the harder, seeking and briefly finding that terrible tingle. It makes the air rush out her nose. One of his hands finds its way under her butt, and kneads her there, a rough act of ownership that excites them both. She can feel his breath quickening as he pauses, stops his whole body, in order to achieve the momentary focus he needs to overcome his brotherly inhibitions and hook his fumbling fingers in the band of her panties. Their dry-humping ebbs in vigor as this new effort draws their attention; she must straighten her naked legs, while he raises himself and stupidly struggles to see what is happening down there, where the blanket blocks all light. But she shimmies as he pushes, her left knee flashes upward, and just like that she's free. And as the flimsy garment falls from her toe, some of her heat transmutes to panic. She's just thrown away her shield, she's got to get away from him, but there's no time for anything. He's on top of her, her own brother, she can't remember how to talk, she could never fight him off. It's going to happen again, the unthinkable thing. "Please," she says, clutching at his back feebly. She thinks of their agreement and feels betrayed anew. She wishes he would just kiss her again so she could escape into it. Her bare leg shivers in the air; the blanket has fallen away on that side. He thinks he's doing great. Her panties are off; he can do anything now. The momentary glimpse of her fascinating thigh has given him all kinds of thoughts to compound the astonishing, electrifying fact that he is atop his beautiful sister, with her permission. Through the hormonal heat that makes actual vision secondary, he sees flashes of fantasy: his hands, his mouth on her pretty leg, exploring every part of it, worshiping her sexy, familiar body. The thought is dazzling. It doesn't even occur to him that he could enact it--he hears her say please; he doesn't know what she wants so he eagerly, confusedly lies down upon her once more, and kisses the nearest thing, her ear. She makes a little noise, half word and half moan; instantly encouraged, he kisses some more. He has accepted the quest of pleasing her. Her soft, hot cheek presses urgently to his; his face is becoming squashed against the pillow where he is trying to lick and nibble on her ear, but finally he realizes that she wants to kiss him, and he pulls back to let her. She seizes his lips frantically, trying to forget what she is doing. Their legs tangle; his shaking hand finds her pussy. "No," she breathes unintelligibly, even as she thrusts her tongue into his mouth to be sucked on. But then his index finger starts to slide in and the icy wrongness spreads from it through her insides. She CANNOT let this happen again. Her body freezes in place, though he continues to molest her. She wishes he would stop... and she suddenly knows that she can stop him. Somehow, in this sequence, she has made a step toward empowerment, and some small part of her knows this, too. But as she marvels, dizzy with this sudden attainment, his finger slips deeper, stretching the arc of skin between finger and thumb right up along her clit, and she mews in frustration, because in order to stop him (as she can now do) she must back away from this desire, and it's too unfair, when desire and pleasure are right there, all around, ready to be fallen further into. She'll stop him (she MUST) but not yet. Let him wiggle his finger, let him try the differing textures of the walls of her vaginal canal, the first he has ever touched in this way; this is for him, she thinks, dimly cognizant of her self-betrayal, as her body slides ever further down the path that's easiest for both. His other hand slides up her shirt and under her bra, and she sighs soundlessly into his mouth. He, meanwhile, is gamely working to give her pleasure. He touches her insides, her boobs, her tongue; he is doing what porn says, hitting all the scoring zones. Her pussy hair crinkles around his knuckles as he massages her amazing, slippery tunnel. Somehow he feels that he owes her whatever he is trying to do. He has no clue what it is. But they're both kids and neither notices or cares how clumsy and conflicted the other is. He is stupidly searching for a grip on her nipple so he can rub it like you're supposed to; she is fantasizing about how she will push him away in just a moment, not because she actually will, but simply in order to distract her mind so that her body can feel this. They will find each other soon enough, and genetics will have its way, but for the blessed pill. Indeed, the part of him that understands mathematics and video games is detachedly noticing the repetitiveness of what they are doing--must he keep rubbing her? And if so, for how long? As soon as the question is asked, he finds that he has stopped. This feels surreal, now--his finger is up his sister's pussy, and her mouth is nibbling his--how could any of this be happening, and what on earth will he do next? If he thinks this way for very long, his boner will begin to sag again. But now her hips are shifting beneath his hand, trying to fuck it some more, and when that doesn't work (he's already partly slipped out of her) her legs wrap his hips and pull him toward her, and in that delicious cage he cannot help but heat up again, for his beautiful sister-lover is inviting the one really easy move, the thing so basic that even a virgin (which he isn't, because of her) would know to do it. His hormones surge. He begins tearing off his shorts, bumping away those inviting thighs that were so fascinating before. His penis emerges, and she wraps him again before he can finish escaping his clothes, but fine, it'll have to be fine, he can fuck with his legs bound together. He falls upon her, and breathlessly adjusts himself atop her so he can begin to feast on her again--and in the midst of this hurry he suddenly arrests all action in order to stroke a few strands of her hair back from her face. It's only so he can kiss her without interference, but in the pause he has forced she looks him in the eye, and knows that this is her chance to say no. She doesn't have to go fast. Her hand glides smoothly, deliberately down from his shoulder, and gently catches his chin just before he would move on her again. No, she tells him with a sad shake of her head. Her legs, absurdly, are still wrapped around him. She still enjoys that contact, even as she regretfully acts to end this. She's about to speak. But his eyes fall, and he smiles in dazed wonder. He doesn't get it yet--he is taking her hand from his face, not to resist her, but to kiss her fingers. She had no thought but that he would try to fuck her next, and now he is kissing her wrist like a gentleman. Her face flushes; her eyes even tear up a little. And she lets him do what he will, because this is romantic just when she needs romance, it's a breath of relief from the world in which pleasure and rightness are enemies. Romance can make anything right. She closes her eyes and lets him lead her further into the darkness of incestuous desire. He is only kissing her, kisses are safe compared to what they were about to do, and so her mind is free to drift over the tragic, dark dimensions of this desire she feels. This whole sexy thing is still disgusting and wrong. The knowledge that she will stop it has not gone away, but only remains on hold. Yet the angst and romance of her teenaged mind has opened a door for him. But all he knows is that she is pure beauty, and that the right thing to do now is anything that will give him more of her. The hand he kisses has rerouted him temporarily (and wonderfully); but the time of confusion is past. His penis is resting along her hip, and the faint sensation of soft, female skin at its tip is as good as any plan made in words. He licks his suddenly dry lips and gently pushes her hand aside, pinning it to her bed as he shifts his weight. Their naked bellies kiss, below shirts ridden up. His motion awakens the tingling excitement in her loins, and automatically her thighs close him into hot bondage, trapping his unguarded penis up under her bellybutton. Urgent, profound pleasure thrills through him. I love you, he thinks, without considering further. Just do it, she wants to beg him, surprised to be wanting it. Neither speaks. He must press down, he must thrust for more of that delicious feeling, though he isn't inside her yet; they both sigh at the sensation of their sex organs touching at last, pushing together, so close. They kiss one another slowly, moving in graceful tandem for once. Her hands explore his back; he grasps her thigh. They kiss, and everything is good. It's almost as an afterthought that he arches his spine, and she curls hers, so that his rounded glans drops onto the yielding, wet lips of her vagina, to slide and wedge there like a cherry on a cupcake. The Quest "Oh fuck," he breathes inaudibly, just before he begins to push. Her lips spread around him, and she tilts her head back in surrender, gazing at the spot where the wall behind her joins the ceiling as he molds her sensitive flesh around his slowly entering tool. She holds to the last, as a token of passage into this realm of pleasure, her knowledge that she won't let him do what he is already doing. Centimeter by centimeter his broad glans burrows into a tunnel where nothing thicker than the rare finger has ever gone, except once. He is overwhelmed, unable to do anything but keep pushing further. He licks his pleasure into her exposed neck. The suspense is an agony, and her legs tighten around him, guiding him the final distance. Once he is finally buried, his skin lightly kisses her clit. "Oooh," she coos, struggling to impale herself further. Oh god this was the terrible rightness that she had thought they could defeat. It owns her now, owns them both. His hips automatically begin to rock, but she barely lets him move out of her; she doesn't know it, but in her search for her own pleasure she is reducing the intensity of his, thereby extending it for them both. Just like before. He is maddened with lust; everything he wants is in his arms, but there is no peace in this embrace. Every motion brings a new shower of sensation from the insatiable net of nerves just beneath his cockhead; every taste of that exquisite itch carries a vast hunger for MORE. His thrusting becomes violent, as if he is trying to shake her off, but she will not release him. Her whimpers become ragged cries. She wraps her free arm around him. This, some part of him observes, is truly fucking. And... it's great. Oh god why do they teach that sisters are not for this. Part of him knows and fears that the reason why may find him when this is over. But in his lust there remains enough innocence that he can truly enjoy what he is doing. Again and again he thrusts his sister's hips down into the bed. His hands are on her, his mouth too, taking everything he can. She's moaning freely, beautifully, and the sound helps to fuel him. He has never heard such vulnerability in his sister's voice, and he loves that she is showing him this. For both of them, he works himself into her as deeply as their bodies will allow, and in the working he finds that his constant itch has caught fire, and he knows he is about to cum inside her. She doesn't know this at all. She has never seen a man's orgasm; the one he delivered into her Saturday night is as much a mystery as her own potential for climax, though she has fantasized sometimes about what she would do with certain boys at school, now that she was on the pill, if they were to push her to go further than kissing as boys have sometimes done in the past, and if she had the right feeling about how things were going. She can't admit it but this is that feeling. Her vagina is as wet as it has ever been; the little fluttery spasms of pleasure she feels every few seconds are the highest sexual gratification she has achieved in her life. Her legs clench tight; the rest of her trembles. She is too new at this to know whether she is going to climax, or why there should be any climax. She has heard stories of first times, and suspects but doesn't really understand that she's lucky to be basically enjoying it at all. There is a moment, just before his orgasm, when he's in as far as he can go, and there's no avoiding the fall over the threshold, and the world is just pleasure. Then he is busy again, spurting into her and thrusting hard between spurts. She can feel the change in his motion and the sudden increase in heat, deep inside herself, and it gives her a dark, animal satisfaction. She goes on fucking him, lightly twisting her hips in reflexive match with his much stronger rhythm. It feels the same to her as before, though he is grunting and cumming. Her sensitive folds grind against the base of him, and the feeling makes her lightheaded. Between throbs, she even experiences a wicked, too familiar pleasure at her own refusal to think of the consequences of this, at her own betrayal. The tingling waves come regularly, and each one escapes her mouth. She can go on like this for many minutes. But he is running out of seed for her, and he slows, and finally lies upon her, panting. Her sexy, mostly naked body still feels right to him, but all the urgency is gone. He hears her moans cease, and does not know whether he was good enough for her. He doesn't want to move away from her ever again. She continues rocking her hips for a bit, but slows and stops as well. They are both afraid. Together, separately, they hold one another without force, waiting for this problem to go away. After a time she strokes his hair, and his breath catches. He doesn't know what to say to her now, so he hugs her. Her body is warm and nice but his former passion is gone. It feels like no big deal that their genitals are still interlocked. He nestles his face ino the bed aside hers, liking the closeness. But he is pierced by a sickly worry that she will make him leave, and that this will end. He can't think of anything good about it ending. For her, things are easier. Strangely, now that it's over she can mostly accept it, though her acceptance rests in part on that ever-hopeful, ever-untrustworthy belief that this time, when they talk about it, she will be able to make him promise never to try this again, and really mean it. She knows, too, that this act makes her different, sicker somehow, than other girls, and that she will have to live with that. Her post-coital glow is deeply tinged with sadness. But it is a glow nonetheless. --- "You have to go back to bed," she reminds him, several solemn, dreamy minutes later. They are both tired; she's let the plan of talking to him about this slide into the next day. He loves lying on her. He delays his response for as long as seems allowable, and then shifts slowly up onto his elbows. "Can I kiss you one more time?" he asks her softly. "Okay," she breathes, after a surprised pause. She closes her eyes as he lowers his face to hers, and they kiss. He tastes her lips again and again. Neither of them has a clear idea of what constitutes one kiss. His mouth moves down her cheek to her neck, which she opens to him. "You have to go," she says again. But his penis is hardening within her. She brushes her hair aside, breathing heavily. He shifts automatically to let his lengthening cock find room for itself; it's a motion he has recreated in a thousand variations while looking at girls' round butts during class, while thinking about blowjobs, while thinking about anything. But this time the room that is available is the semen-slick tunnel leading toward his sister's womb, and in finding it he slips his most sensitive skin across her clinging inner surface; he is fucking her again. He gasps in pleasure. He was really meaning to leave, but this cuts his thoughts short. When he can think again he sees her face beneath him, her parted lips, her lidded eyes. When he moves down to kiss her, she comes to meet him. Soon the bed begins to creak as brother and sister reenact Saturday night for the second time. --- It's four AM when he drifts back through her doorway, on his way to his own bed. He may have slept, off and on, during the intervening time--he doesn't recall--but mostly, he has embraced and petted and made out with his sister in every way he might have dreamed of. They've mated urgently like animals, and slowly, tenderly, like lovers. With each intimate gesture, each clutch of hand on ribs or gasp of breath across cheek, another detail of the structures of daytime thought has faded into erasure, to be replaced by the simple knowledge of lovers: that they belong to one another. She who was once only his sister has tonight been his woman. He has taken her from on top, from below, from behind; for increasingly long periods he has exhaustedly kissed and stroked her pretty thighs, her shallow breasts, all her wondrous curves, while she lazed mostly unconscious beneath him. And at the end of each long session, he has ecstatically injected into her sweet, accepting loins whatever dregs of fluid his overworked prostate could muster. He wonders distantly whether she might become pregnant, whether she ever came. But no, he's heard her tell her friend about the pills. And as for the latter--he knows she liked what they did. Mostly he thinks of nothing distinct, as he walks dazedly back to his room. And as he chills back into something approaching an ordinary mental state, he realizes, with dawning surprise, that even though he has shared a sin so wrong as to have seemed basically impossible, he basically feels fine. Different, but fine. Nothing so intimate and good could really be wrong. It doesn't occur to him that she might feel differently when she wakes up. He knows, at least, that he won't feel differently. The thought is a little bit scary. The momentousness of what they have done hangs above him. But as he slips into the relieving coolness of his bed, his primary thought is one of deep, solemn satisfaction: for he has achieved the dream of almost every teenage boy, and made love with a beautiful girl. The Quest My name is Mike and I'm married to the most incredible woman in the world. We met in college and it was love at first site for me when I first saw Iris. I have to admit though, that the love was initially more around the idea of getting to fuck her. Once I met her though, I quickly realized that not only was she the hottest girl I had ever seen, but she had an incredible personality too. Iris had an amazing body. She danced all through her childhood, so she had those long tight dancer legs topped off by an awesome ass. Her breasts are the most perfect tits I have ever seen, even the air brushed boobs in the porn magazines. They are a nice plump size C that are curved up and have beautiful nipples that easily become perky with a cool breeze or a little kissing. And even more amazing than that is her stunning face. Iris has deep blue eyes that you can get lost in and the most sexy, sultry looking lips I have ever seen. The best part is that all of the above was true when we first met and it is still the case after over 20 years of marriage. In fact, she's gotten even more amazing as she has matured from a hot young girl into a gorgeous, sensuous woman. Wherever we go, she always turns heads, yet she's still got that innocence about her not even realizing how sought after she is. In our 20+ years of marriage, we've moved a few times due to job changes, but have always kept our marriage as our top priority. When it comes to sex I am again fortunate that although neither of us had a lot of experience when we met (Iris was still a virgin), she has been willing to try new things. Over the years, we've watched the occasional porn flick, gone topless at topless optional beaches, shared our fantasies, role played in bed and even went to an "adults" club a couple of times. But when it came to staying totally faithful to each other, despite each having chances, neither of us ever cheated on each other. About a year ago, while vacationing in Florida, we decided we wanted to move there and despite not having any job offers we sold our house and packed our bags. We purchased a nice townhouse that was a short drive to the ocean, so we felt like we were living in paradise. After a few months of job hunting, I accepted a position at a components distributor that supplied construction companies with everything from fixtures, to wiring, to plumbing. I was responsible for more of the back office functions, but quickly recognized the huge opportunity if our company could be a supplier for a construction company that focused on large commercial jobs. When I inquired about why we tended to focus on independent contractors that built single residence homes, I was told that this business was all about relationships, and that unfortunately we had not been able to get hooked in to any of the big stuff. Even though I was not in a commissioned position, I was determined to do what I could to get my new company hooked in to those opportunities. So over the next few months, I worked to determine who could help us get those larger deals. There was one individual at the largest architectural firm in the area whose name continued to come up as a very influential person when it comes to lining up contractors and suppliers for the largest construction jobs. His name was Spencer and he was known as a partying bachelor that had quite the reputation as a lady's man. Upon further digging, I found out that he was going to be attending a $250 a plate charity dinner in a few weeks, so I decided to use that as our introduction. Iris was surprised when I told her that I had spent $500 so we could attend the dinner, as that was a decent amount of money for us. But, I shared with her that I was hoping this could help my new company gain new business, which would ultimately benefit us in the long run. I told Iris what I had heard about Spencer and she surprised me when she said that although she has never met him, she has heard about him from a few ladies at the fitness club and yes he does have a quite a reputation with the ladies. I explained to Iris that she was the key to getting these opportunities from Spencer. When she looked at me with a puzzled look, I told her that she would need to dress to impress to be sure to catch his eye, which would hopefully allow he and I to have a business-related discussion at some point in the future. So, I was asking her to wear something very revealing and flirt, if necessary, so that we could at least be introduced. The good news was that it was going to be a black tie dinner, so most of the women would be wearing cocktail dresses anyway. As I knew she would, Iris said she'd do it, but she was not willing to do anything more than dress sexy and flirt a little. A few weeks later, while we were dressing for the dinner, Iris informed me that she had purchased a new dress just for the occasion. She told me to close my eyes and sit on the bed, so she could put it on for me. When she told me to open my eyes, I was stunned at how incredible she looked. The dress looked unbelievably sexy, yet classy as it flowed with the curves of her body. In the front, the cleavage on display looked amazing, but not slutty and the back looked fabulous as it was almost a completely open back revealing her very sexy tanned back. I told her that it looked as if it had been made for her and she smiled and said that although it was off the rack, she did go to her seamstress friend to ensure it fit her perfectly. She noticed the tent that my cock had now formed in my boxers and told me that would have to wait to get taken care of until later on, but that she appreciated the standing ovation. When we were checking in, they gave us name tags and an assigned table for dinner. I noticed that a few of the other guests that were waiting really checked out Iris in her dress, but I knew none of them were Spencer based on a picture I had seen of him online. As we entered the ballroom, Iris mentioned that she'd like to set her sweater and purse at the table, so we made our way to our assigned table. As luck would have it, we ended up walking right past Spencer as he was talking with a few other guests. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he turned his head to check Iris out as we walked by. Once we got to the table, I told Iris that she had gotten his attention and pointed him out to her. We decided to just mingle around the room and slowly make our way in his direction, so as not to make it obvious of our desire to talk to him. As we moved towards where Spencer was standing, we introduced ourselves to the other guests we came up on and generally made small talk for a few minutes before moving on. Once we got to within a few feet of Spencer, Iris and I pretended to be having a conversation and as I had hoped, he moved in to introduce himself. When he mentioned what he did for a living, I told him that I'd really like to meet with him at some time in the future to have a business-related discussion. I then offered to get a round of drinks for the three of us from the bar and left Iris with him to continue their conversation. While in line waiting for our drinks, I glanced over at the two of them and was very happy to see that they seemed to be having a very friendly conversation. When I returned with the drinks, Iris mentioned that Spencer had invited us to his home the following weekend for a cook-out, which would give he and I a chance to talk about business if we wanted. About that time, they announced that dinner was going to be served, so they asked everyone to be seated at their assigned tables. I shook Spencer's hand and told him that we looked forward to seeing him the following weekend. As Iris raised her hand to shake his, he instead gave her a brief hug and told her that it was a pleasure to have met her. After sitting down at the table, Iris commented that she could definitely see why he would have the reputation of being a real lady's man, but that he made her feel uncomfortable as she felt as if he would have made a move on her if I had not been there. She said that twice during their conversation that he touched the middle of her back with his hand as he was explaining something. I told her she did a great job getting us invited to the cookout the following weekend, but that I may need her assistance again in the coming weeks. For the rest of the evening, the dinner and guest introductions kept us at our table, so we were not able to spend any additional time talking with Spencer. As we were leaving, Spencer mentioned that he would send the specifics about the cookout to my email address that was on the business card that I had given him. A few days later, I received the email from Spencer with the specifics on his cookout that he was hosting the following Saturday. In it, he mentioned that there was no need to bring anything other than ourselves and swimsuits if we would like to enjoy his pool. That evening, when I mentioned the details to Iris, she said that there was no way that she was going to bring her swimsuit. After I begged her to reconsider, she still said no, but that she agreed to wear something that would be sure to catch his eye, but yet still be appropriate for a woman her age. While I was at work on Friday, Iris sent me a text message asking me if I would like her to model for me what she intended to wear at the cookout the next day. I said absolutely and suggested that we could even role play a bit and I could pretend to be Spencer. She responded that would be great and to hurry home. When I arrived home, she greeted me at the door with a big kiss and told me she would model for me after dinner. After we finished dinner, Iris asked me to wait in the family room while she put on her outfit. And she told me that I would need to be pretty cocky if I was going to play the part of Spencer. I laughed and said that I was up for the challenge and would probably be up in another way once I see her in her outfit. About ten minutes later she came into the room and I'm sure my jaw dropped. She looked amazing. The top she had on was a pink halter top that tied around the neck and had criss-cross spaghetti straps in the back that left her entire back bare. The top fit perfectly around her breasts and really accented her curved up breasts. Had I not known better, I would have thought that it was body paint on her because it was a perfect fit around her breasts. The shorts she was wearing were a little longer than I would have liked, but were definitely more age appropriate than the boy shorts type I was hoping for. Besides, with the incredible view on the top, I was sure that most eyes would not even notice what she was wearing on the rest of her body. She giggled a bit as she saw my reaction and walked up to me with her hand out saying it is good to see you again Spencer. I took her hand in mine and raised it to my mouth placing a kiss on it as I told her that she looked stunning. She told me that was pretty good and that she could actually see the playboy doing that. So, I asked her if she wanted to tell the situation that we would role play to or if she wanted me to do it. Iris surprised me when she said that she had already thought of a scenario. She then went on to explain that after all of the guests had left his party that it was just the three of us left and that each of had quite a bit to drink. Iris said that when she came out of the bathroom, she saw who she believed was Spencer passed out on the coach, when in actuality it was me. So, she started to walk around the house looking for me. When she got to Spencer's master suite, it was dark but she walked in a few feet just to make sure that I had not fallen asleep on the bed or was possibly in the master bathroom. At that time, she felt hands on each of her sides that she assumed were my hands. Then she said action. So, when Iris walked up to our bedroom, I followed her and placed my hands on her sides. She commented, so there you are and kind of backed in to my body. I nibbled the back of her neck as she laid her head back onto my shoulder. I dropped my hands down her hips and brought them up over her incredible ass. As I reached the middle of her bare back, I undid the bow that kept the halter top tight to her front. With the halter top just hanging down over her breasts now, I slid my hands around her waist and grabbed her tits. Iris moaned softly and undid the bow around her neck causing the halter top to drop to the floor. I pushed her forward to the bed while still working her tits. She climbed onto the bed and rolled to her back. I quickly dropped my hands to her shorts and pulled them down her long sexy legs. Slowly I began kissing up her long legs until I reached her cleanly shaven pussy. I immediately began to lick her out and based on her reaction could tell that she was very aroused. She placed her hands on the back of my head and held it in place as I inserted my tongue in and around her engorged pussy. When she released my head I climbed off the bed and quickly removed my clothes. It was at that point that Iris said, what are you doing Spencer, making me remember that we were supposed to be role playing. Although it took me a second, I finally responded that I was going to fuck the hottest woman alive while her husband is passed out in my family room. Iris responded that she would not let me as Mike is the only one that has ever made love to her. I said that I have a very hard cock that needs some satisfaction, so she would at least need to let me dry hump her and make each of us feel good. She said ok, but you have to promise me that you will not insert your cock into her. I agreed, as Spencer, and climbed onto the bed between her legs. Iris's pussy was so wet that it was tough not to just slip in. After sliding back and forth across her wet pussy for about five minutes, I looked at her and told her she was too fucking hot not to fuck and I plunged my cock into her soaked pussy. She pretended to protest a bit and then began to moan loudly as I fucked her hard and deep. Within minutes both of us were having an incredible orgasm together and we collapsed into each other's arms while we caught our breaths. As we were cleaning up, she looked at me and told me that it was important for me to understand that we were just role playing and that there was NO WAY she was going to let Spencer do anything to her. I told her that I would not want her too, but that I might still need her assistance to create the opportunities. Little did she or I know what would happen a few months later. We attended the cookout on Saturday and to be honest, Spencer acted like the perfect host. Other than giving Iris a hug and a light kiss on the cheek when we arrived and left, he was very cordial and paid equal attention to all of his guests. There were a few times that I caught him checking out Iris, but for the most part the playboy in him took the day off. Another thing that we found was that he was a fantastic cook. The ribs he had made on his grill were the most tender that we had ever tasted and he used a sweet tasting sauce that Iris and I both liked. As we were leaving, he asked me to call up his assistant and set up a lunch appointment later this week, so we could discuss business. Iris complimented him on his beautiful home, which of course he had designed himself, and thanked him for inviting us telling him that she had to get his recipe for the ribs as they were the best we've ever tasted. He thanked us again for coming and we left. On the way home Iris commented that he had actually been very much a gentleman, but that she was glad that I was going to get to meet with him, so that her work was finished. I reminded her that having a lunch meeting does not guarantee that he is going to assist my company in getting opportunities on the bigger deals, so her talents may still be needed. She then said that if she had a chance to get some more of those ribs he had cooked, she might be willing to help out a bit more. When I called Spencer's assistant, she indicated that he had already told her about the need to meet and that she had scheduled a 3 hour meeting at a private country club that Spencer belonged to for later in the week. Over lunch Spencer and I shared information about our backgrounds and careers. He told me that he was well aware of the influence that he and his firm have on who is given the contracts for the large commercial jobs that they did. Spencer went on to say that his personal reputation is on the line every time that he makes a recommendation of who the client should engage with, and that as a result he has always been VERY reluctant to go beyond the handful or so that had always delivered. I told him I understood, but would he at least consider recommending us for a smaller opportunity to let us demonstrate that we can be as good or better than the other companies he currently recommends. Spencer looked at me and said normally he would say no, however, he might be willing to consider it under the right circumstances. He went on to say that he does extremely well with the ladies and that other than being invited to take part in threesomes with a few married couples, he has never pursued a married woman. However, since the first time that he saw and met Iris, he has had a hard time getting her out of his mind and that he had a proposition for me. I just responded "I'm still listening". Spencer said that he would like my approval AND assistance in pursuing Iris to see what she might be willing to do with him. When I said she will never agree to this, he responded that she was not to know. His plan was to over a period of up to 2 months, he would work to get her comfortable with him and that ultimately his goal was to take her to bed. He explained that I would be aware of everything that was going on, so there would be nothing done behind my back. In fact, he said that he would need my assistance in providing information about her and opportunities for him to get to know her better. When I began to interrupt by saying I don't think so, he stopped me and said in exchange, that he would immediately line my company up to do a smaller project that they had just signed off and that if I worked with him on his quest for Iris, that he would recommend us for a mall project that was expected to be kicked off in 2 months. I knew that the smaller project alone would represent 25% of what we normally did in a full year and that the mall project would easily be 2 or 3 times bigger than what our best year in the past had been. He went on to say that Iris could not have any idea of our agreement or what he was trying to do. If he thought at any time that she did, he would not recommend us for those jobs. Spencer said he was fine if she thought we were meeting more often as an opportunity for my firm to get more business, but that she could not know about his interest in her. When I asked him if I could think about it, he said sure but not long, because he would need to make his recommendation for the company to use on the smaller project in two days. I said that would be fine and he said that his assistant would set up a meeting for us in two days. Over the next few days, I was definitely torn on what I should do. When Iris asked me how the meeting went, I told her it went fine and that we would be meeting again in a couple of days, but that nothing was set for sure. To be honest as I was thinking about what to do, I found myself getting aroused at the thought of another guy pursuing my hot wife. I knew that she would not let him do anything, but just the thought of him trying to see what she would do and the lust that he had for her really got me excited. Here is this younger guy that can pretty much have any of the single women he wants and he's got a thing for my wife. What a rush it was for me. As you can probably guess, after a few days of thinking about it, I was not only going to agree, but was looking forward to his pursuit of her and what I was sure was going to be her ultimately turning him away. The Quest When I shared with Spencer that I agreed, he smiled and said that's great and that he would contact his firm to send a contract proposal to my company to allow us to begin work on the smaller project. I asked him what he had in mind in terms of pursuing Iris. He said he was thinking about 3 or 4 events occurring over the next 60 days, that in conjunction with insight that I could provide, he expected to be able to screw my wife. After that he went on to ask me a series of very personal questions about Iris. I answered each question honestly as I was very excited to watch him in his pursuit and ultimate failure in his quest for Iris. When I mentioned the fact that Iris has gone topless at the beach on more than one occasion, Spencer indicated that gave him an idea. He said that step one was to go out to dinner with he and his fake girl friend to celebrate our two companies new partnership. He said he would hire an escort he knows well to be his girl friend. During the dinner, he would invite Iris and I to join the two of them on a boating trip that they were planning to take in a few weeks. He said if all goes well, that he'll get his first look at my wife's bare breasts on that day trip. Iris was delighted when I told her that he had given my company the deal for the smaller project and that he invited us to join him and his girl friend for a celebratory dinner the following week. She said she was surprised to hear that he has a girl friend with the playboy reputation he has, so I told her that it was probably one of several that he has. Needless to say, the folks at my office were ecstatic about the new job and I also shared that if all goes well, we may be in line for an even bigger opportunity down the road. With the importance of us doing an exceeding expectations delivery on the smaller project and the need to continue to develop our partnership with Spencer's firm, I was actually assigned to just focus all of my energies on that over the next few months. I was also informed that I would be in line for a sizeable bonus if I could bring home the mall deal. The following week, we met Spencer and his "girl friend" Amy for dinner. I was kind of surprised, as I am sure Iris was too, that Amy was not a knockout. She had that girl next store look with what looked like a nice body under a fairly conservative summer dress. She definitely played the part of his girl friend well though and Spencer again came across as the complete gentleman the entire evening, even picking up the check at the end. When Spencer mentioned that the two of them would be spending a day out on his boat the following weekend, Iris and I both answered that would be very nice. He said, that they weren't planning to go anywhere in particular. They just like to go out into the gulf a bit and he would do a little fishing while Amy worked on her tan. So, he said there was no need for us to bring anything other than our swimsuits, as he'd have plenty of food, drinks and fishing gear. On the way home, Iris commented that Spencer has not acted like the reputation that he has the last few times that we've been with him. I agreed and we both said that we were looking forward to getting to spend a day on his boat. I even told Iris that if all goes well and we get the mall project in a few months, that we may just have to get a boat of our own. She said that would be nice and then smiled and said that she would wear one of her skimpier bikinis on the boat trip to hopefully help us and of course to get a better tan. The weather was beautiful on the day of our boat trip. I had spoken to Spencer earlier in the week to discuss what, if anything, that I needed to do. He said he should be fine, as he hoped to get the ladies sun tanning on the deck over the cabin, as we fished from the back of the boat. Spencer shared that he had already spoken to Amy and that she would take the lead on getting Iris to not only take off her top to tan, but hopefully even get her to walk around the boat a bit without covering up. The thought of getting to see Amy topless and the chance that Iris would go topless in front of Spencer gave me a hard on every time I thought about it that week. Spencer and I were each dressed in shorts and tank tops and the girls each had cover-ups on over their bikinis. When we began going out to sea, the ladies and I relaxed on the boat as Spencer manned the helm. About five minutes into the ride, Amy commented that it was time to get a little sun and removed her cover-up. As I had guessed from seeing her at dinner the previous week, she did have a nice body, but was not in the same league as Iris's incredible body. Iris took the hint and removed cover-up as well, revealing a very sexy metallic red bikini. The top was your typical triangle top and the bottoms were a nice high Rio cut showing off her hips and ass very nicely. It was probably another half hour or so until Spencer stopped the boat, dropped anchor and joined us on the deck at the back of the boat. As he and I started to get the fishing gear out, Amy mentioned to Iris that she was going to move to the upper deck to work on her tan and stay as far away as possible from any fish guts. Iris responded that sounded like a great idea and each of them grabbed a wine cooler on the way to the upper deck. As they were walking away, Spencer turned his head to see them and commented that Iris has such a great ass. He then shared with me that Amy was going to start some small talk with Iris and would mention that she really prefers to sunbathe topless and ask Iris if she would be offended. From there, she would work to get Iris to join her in being topless. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, Amy sat up in her chair and removed her top. It was obvious to Spencer that I was trying to see her breasts, even though she had her back to us. He commented that I will be getting a much better view later as he was sure Amy would come down and leave her top behind. It was probably only about 5 minutes later that Iris sat up in her chair and also removed her top. Spencer smiled and commented that this is going exactly to plan and I told him that I was not surprised that she removed it, but that I would be shocked if she left it off whenever she left the chair. After about 30 minutes, Spencer went into the cabin and retrieved some small sandwiches and plates. He then grabbed a bucket of ice and put two more wine coolers in it. At that point he looked at me and said that he was going to go have a look at my wife's breasts. He then brought the tray, plates and bucket to the ladies. As he approached them, you could tell it startled Iris suddenly having another man that she knows see her topless. She must have been concerned if I thought it was inappropriate, as I could see her look my way out of the corner of my eye. I continued doing what I was doing as if everything was fine. That seemed to work as she dropped the arm that she had instinctively raised to cover her breasts and helped herself to a plate and sandwiches from Spencer's tray. Spencer returned to me and then offered me some of the sandwiches and told me that Iris's breasts were incredible. I thanked him for the sandwiches and the compliment. We were fishing and talking on the lower deck when Spencer said that I should be getting to see Amy's tits very shortly and that we would see if Iris is comfortable enough to move around without her top on. Sure enough a few minutes later, Amy came down in only her bikini bottoms and went to the cooler to retrieve two more wine coolers. I could see that Iris had turned her head to watch what was going on, so I was sure to act very natural and not do anything abnormal, despite the fact that I had a pretty good looking woman topless within a few feet from me. Amy made a comment loud enough that Iris would hear about the fishing and then commented in more of a whisper that she expected a bathroom break would be needed fairly soon, so we'd see if this hot lady is willing to parade around topless. Spencer told her that it sounded good and that she was doing a great job. Amy then returned to Iris with the wine coolers and resumed her sun bathing. Amy had very nice looking breasts. They looked to be about the same size as Iris's, but not as plump. They also had a little bit of a sag look to them, as they were not curved up like Iris's. Spencer and I had gotten pretty engrossed in a sports conversation and had not even noticed that the girls had gotten out of their chairs and made their way down to our deck for a bathroom break, until Amy asked if we were getting any bites. As I turned my head, I was shocked to see my wife standing there topless and seemingly being very comfortable about it. They then went into the cabin and Spencer just looked at me and said that he told me so. When the girls returned, Amy said that they had decided to lay on their stomachs a while, so would us handsome guys mind applying some sun screen to their backs. Both of us agreed and stood up. Amy and Iris were then facing each other and talking while Spencer applied lotion to Amy's back and I did the same to Iris. After we were done, they both thanked us and then Amy commented to Spencer that he should really take off his shirt to get some sun too. He commented that she was probably right and removed his shirt. I have got to admit that his upper body was impressive. Not that it was muscles every where, just that he was very fit and tight. There did not look to be an ounce of fat on him. With that the girls were on their way back to the upper deck. I had noticed that Iris definitely checked out his fit upper body though. Over the next few hours the girls did come done a few times and Iris even came down on her own once. Each time she remained topless and seemed to be more and more comfortable. The last time she came down, I happened to be in the bathroom and as I walked out of the bathroom I could see Spencer and Iris standing there, each topless, just having a conversation on the deck. I lingered in the cabin pretending to have trouble finding the type of beer I wanted, so I could give them more time. When I emerged from the cabin, Iris said finally and she made her way to the bathroom. Spencer thanked me as he knew I gave him some extra time and commented that he wanted so bad to grab her tits, but resisted the urge and tried to just look into her eyes while they were talking but that it was very hard. At that point I asked Spencer what else did he have planned for the day and he responded that we just need to sit back and relax, as we had successfully accomplished his goals for the day. Spencer then went on to explain that the next step was that he would pretend that Amy broke up with him later in the week. He would be very distraught and call my house to talk to me about it, since we had at least gone out as couples a few times. But, he would call when he knew I would not be there, so he could spill out his emotions to Iris on what just happened. He would tell her that they had already made plans to host a wine tasting party at his house in a couple of weeks and that the invitations were already in the mail. He shared that the two of them had intended to be the hosts, but with Amy now not planning to attend, would Iris and I consider joining him and assisting him, as he did not think he could manage it himself. Once she said yes on our behalf, Spencer told me that he and I would need to get together to discuss the plan for the evening. When we returned home that night, Iris removed her cover up and swimsuit just inside our front door and asked me what I wanted to do. It did not take me another hint, as I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom. As soon as I set her on the bed, she rolled to her knees and removed my shorts. Within seconds, my cock was at full attention and being sucked on by my hot, naked wife. I was on the verge of shooting my load down her throat, but really wanted to fuck her, so I stopped her and pushed her back on the bed. I dove into her pussy with my tongue and worked my way up to her incredible breasts, which gave my throbbing cock a little time to cool off, so I would not shoot me load with seconds of entering her tight pussy. She let me suck on her tits for a few minutes before she told me to get on my back. Iris quickly climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her waiting pussy. She started moving very slowly and allowed me to suck on her breasts. Within minutes her pace picked up and she arched her back and placed her hands behind her on the bed as she thrusted with more force each time. The view of her with an arched back and her amazing breasts sticking up into the air was incredible. It was not long before I was shooting my load into her as she was also climaxing. As we were laying in each other's arms, I asked her if it was the fact that another guy that we knew got to see her topless or the fact that she got to see him shirtless that got her so horny. She said, probably a little bit of both, as she was sure that I was feeling hornier than usual after getting to see Amy parade around all afternoon with her boobs out. She then laughed and said that as long as it just ends up being us together for the sex, then who cares what may have gotten us aroused. I looked into her eyes and told her that I love her even more now than when we were first married. As he said he would do, Spencer called our house a few days later when he knew I was at a meeting on the smaller project. He told Iris his sob story and said that he had no idea that it was coming. He went on to say that the two of them were even planning this upcoming wine tasting party as a sign of the seriousness of their relationship. Spencer then mentioned to Iris that he was aware of his playboy type image from his younger years, but that he was really trying to change it and hoped he had finally found a person to have a serious relationship with in Amy. When he asked whether we would help at the wine tasting, she said of course we would and to call if he needed anything else. When I got home and Iris told me about the call, I was amazed at how bad she felt for this playboy. Here's a guy that she would normally not give the time of day to, yet he was essentially conning her to believe he was a different guy. I also then realized why Amy was the perfect choice for his little con. With her next door girl type looks and the fact that she was a paid escort so she would do whatever he asked her to do, it worked perfectly in creating a very believable situation that Spencer was really trying to get more mature and serious about relationships. I had found out that Amy also lived about 2 hours away, so the odds of Iris ever bumping into her again or finding out what she really did for a living were pretty remote. Over the next few weeks, I was very busy at work as we were making great progress on the smaller project and I had begun to get some data related to the mall project, so we could begin to strategize how we would manage it if given the opportunity. I received a call from Spencer's assistant a few days before the wine tasting party requesting we meet for lunch the following day. When we got together, I was delighted to hear that Spencer had heard great things about the work my company had been doing on the smaller project and that it would make it much easier for him to recommend us for the mall project, so he commented that as far as he was concerned, everything was on track. Since it had been almost two weeks since we had spoken, Spencer asked about Iris's reactions to the day at sea and about his break-up phone call. I shared with him that it was clear that she was aroused after our day at sea and gave him the details of our fuck session. I also told him that she totally believed the break-up story and definitely seemed to be taken by it and felt very bad for him. He laughed and said he'd never marry a girl like Amy, because she was so well used over the years that her pussy even felt loose on his larger than average cock, although he did say that she's a real pro when it comes to cock sucking and her ass is still pretty tight. For the wine tasting, he said his plan was really just to act as hosts. He said that he intended to have music playing and he would arrange his furniture a bit to allow for dancing. He asked that I be sure that Iris has enough wine to be more relaxed and comfortable, but not so much that she passes out. For me though, he wanted me to at least give the appearance to her that I was drinking a lot. Then after the guests were all gone, he wanted me to act as if I am passed out on the sofa and then he'd see how far she'll let him go and I would be right there to see it. When I asked him what his goal would be for the night, he said to fuck her of course. I told him that it's never going to happen, to which he responded don't be so sure. At a minimum he indicated that he would like to get his hands on her bare breasts and possibly a hand down her pants. Spencer asked me to try to have Iris wear something that will require her to be braless and that would at least have some fairly easy access to the target zones. I just laughed saying I will and good luck. When Iris and I were talking about the party the following night, I asked her what she planned to wear. She surprised me when she said that she was thinking about wearing the elegant dress from the fund raiser. I was a little concerned that although she would look incredible, that it would not meet Spencer's request of being fairly easy to access, so I told her that I thought she should wear something else. First, I said, we'll be acting as the hosts and there will be a lot of wine and drunk people, so I'd hate to see something get spilled. I also mentioned that while I was talking to Spencer about the project work, that he indicated that everyone will be comfortably dressed as there will be some dancing and a lot of mingling. She thought about it for a second and then said she agreed and that she'd wear something else. I told her that I would be ok with any of her fantastic looking halter tops that show off her beautifully tanned back, knowing that she'd have to be braless then. She said that sounds good, but she may need to get a comfortable skirt to dress it up a bit more. Iris chose to wear a light pink halter top that is open down to the middle of her back and that actually shows off a little more cleavage in the front with a lower plunge point. It ties around the neck and I thought it would be perfect for what Spencer asked for, which will show him that I am still assisting him in his quest. The caterers arrived shortly after we did and set up the tables of food and left. Spencer showed us where all of the wine was at and said he just intended to walk around and fill anyone's glass that needed a refill. He also encouraged us to dance as the party gets going, so that other people would feel more comfortable. At that point, he turned real serious and asked if it might be ok if he danced a few dances with Iris during the evening, since he would be dateless and that everyone that was invited were couples. Both of us were quick to say of course. The guests arrived and the party was definitely a big success. Iris and I danced a few times, but it really was not necessary as couples seemed to gravitate to the dancing area on their own. I made sure that Iris was drinking some, but not too much and I was sure to give her the impression that I was drinking more than usual, although after my initial glass of red wine I was only filling my cup from a bottle that had grape juice in it that Spencer had shown me. As the party was dying down, it dawned on me that Spencer had not even danced with Iris, as he had been quite busy mingling with and attending to the guest's needs. I could tell that Iris was appropriately inebriated as she was overly giggly and slurred her words a bit, but could still think clearly. I, on the other hand, tried to really start playing it up a bit that I was blitzed and told Iris that we'd probably need to call a cab to get home. She said she agreed and that we'd call on once we help Spencer straighten things up. In her state, she even said that maybe she would be the one taking advantage of me when we get home and proceeded to giggle to herself. The Quest As we were picking up some of the plates and glasses that were left around the room, Spencer motioned to me that I should go pass out. So, as I was picking up the plates around the sofa, I sat down and pretended to pass out. Never having passed out from drinking, I wasn't sure how it would feel, so I assumed it was just like falling to sleep, so I made myself comfortable and pretended to be sleeping. A few minutes later, as Iris returned to the room, Spencer mentioned to her that it looks like I had too much to drink and that I passed out on the sofa. She looked at me, apologized while giggling and said that maybe she should call a cab. He said he would be glad to do that for us, but not until after she fulfilled her promise. She looked at him with kind of a clueless look and he said you know you said you'd dance with me since he was the loser without the date tonight. Iris apparently thought that was hilarious, as she burst out laughing and said we must honor our promises. With that, Spencer walked over to the stereo and commented that he was too exhausted to fast dance, so did Iris think that I would it be ok if he queued a few slow songs up. She giggled and said she thought I would, especially in the state I was in. So Spencer returned to the open area in front of the sofa and reached out for Iris's hand. She placed her hand in his and the two of them starting dancing. Normally whenever Iris and I dance slow, it is with both of our arms wrapped around each other, but they were dancing more old style with their hands that were together extended out while their other arms wrapped around each other's waist. Spencer made small talk about the party and told Iris that he never got a chance to really thank her for listening to him on the phone when he was acting un-man-like and that he really appreciated us helping him out at the party. As the first song was coming to an end, he commented that he should at least turn the one light that was on right by my head, so as not to disturb me. After he turned the light off, he returned to Iris, but rather than reaching for her hand, he wrapped his arms around her in more of the slow dance style that we were used to. She did not seem fazed by it and wrapped her arms around him. I watched as over the next 10 minutes they danced and he slowly lowered his hands down her back while she became more comfortable and laid her head on his shoulder. While Iris had her back to me, I quickly grabbed one of the small throw pillows on the sofa and placed it over my lap, in case the bulge in my pants was becoming obvious. As the next song began, Spencer lowered his right hand onto Iris's ass. She raised her head off his shoulder and asked if he thought that was appropriate. Spencer, while keeping his hand on her ass commented, "Saying your rear is appropriate is way out of line, because it is perfect." Iris giggled a bit and said, "Well since you put it that way I guess it is ok." With that Spencer dropped both of his hands to her ass and appeared to pull her in closer to him as they moved to the song. Iris again dropped her head to his shoulders closed her eyes as they swayed to the music. A few minutes later, Spencer began to move his right hand back up her back. When he reached the top of her back, he slid it to her shoulder. From there, he slowly slid it down her arm to about her elbow. During this whole time, Iris had not changed her position and continued to have her head on his shoulder. Then, Spencer moved his hand off her elbow and onto her side. As they continued to sway back and forth, he used the motion to slide his hand onto her stomach directly below her left breast. I watched as he then moved his hand up to be cupping her breast. It seemed like a delayed reaction, but Iris finally reacted to him grabbing her boob. She grabbed his hand with hers and moved it back to her side. Spencer asked her "Is there really any harm in me holding your incredible breasts while we dance? I've seen you topless and I think your husband was fine with that." Iris responded, "Well I know he was fine with that, because he likes it when other guys check me out. But, " That's when Spencer cut her off saying that he was sure it would even be more of a turn on to have another guy touch her perfect breasts. When Iris did not respond, he slowly slid his right hand back up to her breast. When she dropped her head to his shoulder again, he wasted little time in moving his left hand up her back. As they continued to dance, he undid the halter straps behind her neck. I was amazed while watching him move his left hand to the position where he was now holding the side of her right breast. Over the next few sways and turns he managed to drop her halter top to just below her breasts, so now I'm watching as another guys' hands were directly on my wife's bare breasts. A bit of jealousy shot though me, but I could tell that my cock felt as hard and big as it had in a long time. It was at that point that Iris backed away and said that we better get going. Spencer apologized and said it was the wine and the fact that he thought she was so amazing looking. She told him she was equally at fault as she allowed him to do it. Spencer then walked over to the phone and called us a cab. On the way home in the cab, although I had pretended to have woken up, Iris was very quiet. When we got home and climbed into bed, I rolled over and put my arm around her. It was clear that she was not in the mood for sex, but she did snuggle in under my arm clearly wanting to be held. The next morning during breakfast, Iris mentioned that she and Spencer had danced after I had passed out. She went on to say that Spencer did touch her inappropriately as they slow danced and that she was mad at herself for letting it go on a while before stopping it. When I gave her kind of a shocked look, she said that he didn't touch her pussy, but that he did touch her boobs and ass. I shrugged my shoulders and said it sounded pretty harmless and that all of our mental states were probably impacted by the quantity of wine we each drank. She gave me a hug and just said thank you for understanding. Later that day, Iris had to do some shopping, so I suggested she drop me off at Spencer's house on the way and I could pick up our car. I could tell by her reaction that she probably really did not want to see him less than a day have groping her bare tits, so I just told her she could just drop me off at the end of his driveway and I'd apologize to Spencer that she could not stop and say hi because of the errands she had to take care of. When she dropped me off, I was glad to see that Spencer was home. He welcomed me into his house giving me a big bear hug and telling me how incredible Iris's breasts looked and felt. He then smiled and said her ass is nice and tight too. I mentioned to him how she behaved when we had gotten home the previous night and about her confession at breakfast. When he asked me how I was feeling when I saw him with his hands on her bare tits as they were dancing, I admitted that my cock was as hard as a rock. He laughed and thanked me again for allowing him to the opportunity to go after her, but sadly admitted that the 60 days was almost up and unfortunately his schedule did not look like it would allow him any other opportunities to score with her. Part of me felt relieved and that I had won, but to be honest I was a little sad that he would not have another chance, as he had definitely made more progress than I would have ever guessed. He went on to say that he was going to be heading out of town for the next two weeks to begin a new project and hopefully get final sign-off on the big mall project. Spencer indicated that he was going to recommend my company for the job and that there was a good chance that the investment group would need me to meet with them next week while he was there. I again thanked him for the opportunity and he said the pleasure was all his, but that he just wished he would not be out of town for the final 10 days of our deal. A few days later, I received a call from Spencer requesting that I fly up to meet with him and the investors. He suggested that I arrive on Saturday, to allow us to do more socializing on Sunday with them before spending a busy week to go through all of the numbers and contracts. My boss was ecstatic and offered to send Iris on the trip as well, as she had family in that city. For a minute, I thought that would possibly give Spencer one more shot, but my great idea was shot down when Iris reminded me of some commitments and appointments that she already had for the following week. A few days later I was on my way to meet with Spencer and the investors. When Spencer and I met up on Saturday evening at the hotel bar, his first question was how way my sexy wife? When I told him that I had actually thought about bringing her, he just said it would have been great to have one last shot at her, but the 60 days ends on Thursday and a deal is a deal. After a very enjoyable time socializing with the guys on Sunday, Monday was a big slap in the face as we got right down to business. We spent a long day Monday laying out what would need to occur and when, which resulted in me spending Monday evening into the wee-hours of the morning talking with individuals at my company to begin working on how we would meet the commitments. At breakfast on Tuesday, Spencer mentioned that he was going to need to return home that evening, so he could begin to work on the framework for the deal he had worked on the previous week. I was so focused on what I needed to do for the mall project, that it did not even occur to me that he would now potentially have another chance with Iris if he could possibly get her to see him. After another hectic day on Tuesday, Spencer left. Wednesday was equally busy, but we were making good progress. A few of us were planning to go to a ball game that evening, so I had called Iris to check in much earlier than usual. Things really began to take form on Thursday and I was feeling great until I got back to my hotel. The gentleman at the desk indicated that I had a same day delivery package, so I assumed it was from my office based on the information I had provided them earlier in the week. When I got to my room and opened it, I was surprised to see that it was a DVD from Spencer. Again, being so focused on this project, I assumed it was related to the mall and ordered room service. When my food arrived, I placed the DVD into my laptop and this is what was on there. The video began with Spencer looking directly into a handheld camcorder. He said, "Hey Mike, I just wanted to let you know that since I had this one final day to try to score with your wife, I am going to go for it. Since I promised that you would be aware of anything that I did, I figured sending you a video would be the next best thing to being here. Hopefully if all goes as plans, I'll be fucking your wife." He then started walking around his house pointing out where he had placed hidden video cameras so I "would not miss anything". Spencer held up a pill in front of the camera and said; "you're older than me so you may already know what this is. If you don't, it's Viagra. I don't need to use it, but I have used it once before and it gave me a rock hard cock for three hours to enjoy with a few sisters that I fucked. If all goes as planned, I will be popping this pill a little later to please your sexy wife with." At that point, he sat back down in front of the camera and explained that he had called her in the morning to tell her the great job I was doing with the mall project and to offer to cook her an apology dinner for "going over the line" at the party. He said it took some convincing, but she finally agreed to it. The next thing on the video was him opening the door. As she was walking in, he initially looked as if he was going to hug her, but then caught himself and extended a hand. She smiled at him and told him a hug between friends was fine. After their brief hug, they moved to the kitchen where he had just brought in from the grill some of his ribs. The dinner was nothing out of the ordinary besides the ribs and of course some wine. He spent most of the time telling her that he was embarrassed for letting his "horny male hormones" get the better of him. She laughed it off and said that they were both at fault. She then questioned him why would he even be interested in her, as she was ten years older than him and he could pretty much have his pick of the much younger single women. Watching Spencer respond was amazing, as he knew what to say. Over the next 30 or so minutes, he had her blushing multiple times while saying words like; stunning, radiant, desirable, elegant and on and on. Mixed in, he would ask whether she found him attractive or if she were still single, to which she admitted that she felt he was very attractive and would definitely have been someone she would have been interested in if she were single. After he cleaned the table off, they moved to the same sofa that I had faked being passed out on at the party. Each of them took their glass of wine, and he grabbed a new bottle from the rack. They each sat at opposite ends of the sofa and questioned each other about a variety of things. I was kind of surprised that Spencer would bring up my name from time to time, but then I realized it was probably resulting in Iris being more relaxed and drinking more wine as they chatted. Eventually the conversation shifted to college days with Spencer asking about how her and I met and if she was a big partier in college. Iris shared that she had dated very little prior to me and even when it came to parties was probably a small timer. Spencer laughed and brought up the topic of college party games. When Iris asked him what he meant, he went on to say that Truth or Dare, Quarters and Strip Poker seemed to be the most popular at his college. When Iris shook her head to acknowledge that she knew how each of those games worked, Spencer said that while he was in school he had created his own version that incorporated the best of each of those games and even a little bit of Yahtzee. He described his game as one that could be played with 2 or more people and that the objective was to get the highest "Chance" roll using 5 dice as you would in Yahtzee. Just like the game you get three rolls and can keep or reroll any of the dice. The winner is the person that has the highest chance score and the loser would obviously be the low score. Spencer continued by saying that the winner would then roll one die to see what the loser must do. If the die came up a 1 or 2, the winner would be able to ask the loser any question and he or she must answer it honestly. If the die came up a 3 or 4, the loser would have to have a drink and if the die came up a 5 or 6, the loser would have to remove an article of clothing or perform a dare if they did not have any other clothes on. He said the loser could always pick the next highest option if they preferred. For instance, rather than having to answer a question honestly, the loser could choose to have a drink. Iris commented that sounded like that would have been a little more exciting, since there were more things that could happen. That's when Spencer asked her if she'd like to play, as he thought he still had some dice around from an old Yahtzee game. Iris replied that he should save them for the next time he has some hot young girl over, to which he replied, that he was, only she is an incredibly attractive woman instead. Once again Iris blushed and said that although it might be fun that it was not a good idea. Spencer explained that she had nothing to lose and could stop at any time. Iris was quick to respond "Nothing to lose? What about my clothing?" Spencer told her that the reason she really had nothing to lose is that he already had the opportunity to see her incredible breasts twice, yet all she had seen him in was his shorts. This was, as he said a chance for her maybe to see more of him and she could quit before it went too far. He told her it was kind of her chance to get even, although he was sure she would not be as amazed with what she saw as he was when he saw her. Iris said she still did not think it was a good idea, but eventually said it was ok but only a couple of turns each. Spencer told her that was fine and said that even though it would not make a difference, that they should each start with the same number of articles of clothing on. Iris was dressed in a tank top, shorts and panties, and Spencer had a shirt, shorts and underwear, so they each had three items of clothing and were ready to begin. When Iris excused herself to go to the bathroom, Spencer looked into one of his hidden cameras, took the Viagra out of his pocket and drank it down with a sip of his wine. He then looked at the camera and said to me "So far so good. Hopefully it won't be long before you see me fucking your wife." What follows is a brief description of the results of each set of rolls and what the consequences were to the loser. Iris won the first round and giggled when she rolled a 5 on the single die meaning that Spencer had to remove an article of clothing, which he decided would be his shirt. Spencer won the each of the next two rounds, the first of which resulted in Iris having to take a drink. On the second one, Iris would have to answer a question. Spencer thought for a few seconds before asking if Iris thought that her and I had a strong sex life, to which she quickly replied "Absolutely, Mike is a great lover". Needless to say, that response brought a big smile to my face. Iris then won on a close roll and won the opportunity to ask Spencer a question. She was very quick to ask how many women had he slept with over the years. Spencer thought about it for a minute or so, before responding that although he was not necessarily proud of it, he figured he had sex with well over 50 different women over the past 15 years. When Spencer won the next roll, he also won the right to ask Iris a question. He commented that turn-about is fair play, so he asked her how many guys had she slept with. She quickly responded that I was the only one that she had sex with and that she had been a virgin when she met me. Spencer commented that I had committed a major crime against all hetero men, by not allowing anyone else to enjoy what looked like a heavenly experience. Iris won each of the next three rolls, with two of the three resulting in Spencer having to take a drink, but the third resulted in him having to remove a piece of clothing. When he removed his shorts and the outline of his cock was clearly visible running down his leg under his tight boxers, Iris blushed a bit as she said "Oh my!" Spencer's luck changed as he then won four rolls in a row. The first was for Iris to have a drink, followed by her having to remove an article of clothing. When she hesitated a bit, Spencer reminded her that she had not lost a piece of clothing yet and that he was only one roll away from begin naked. With that, she stood up and removed her shorts. I recognized the panties she was wearing as being one of her thongs, so she quickly sat down. The third turn resulted in her having to have another drink, which I thought was a good thing as it might make her relax more and I had gotten into what was happening and was definitely not ready for it to end yet. For the final roll, it resulted in Spencer being able to ask her a question. After thinking for a minute or so, he asked Iris how big my cock was. She responded that although she had never measured it, that she was guessing it was right around six inches based on how much is sticking out of her hand when she gives me a hand job. When Iris won the next roll it gave her the chance to ask Spencer a question, which she was quick to ask how big his cock was. He looked down at the bulge that it was making in his boxers and admitted that he had measured it and that when fully aroused that he is just over 8 ½ inches long. When Iris responded that it couldn't be, Spencer calmly said, that she may see it soon if he's forced to lose another piece of clothing and that he would be happy to let her measure it for herself at that point. The Quest Begins There's just not enough public nudity or sex, these days. Wouldn't it brighten up our lives if you could catch the occasional glimpse of a naked breast or arse or couple fucking each other senseless? It would brighten up my life, I can tell you. I was contemplating the joys of fucking in public, over my flat white (ie, no froth for me, thank you!) when a horny babe walked in and ordered a flat white. My contemplating turned to her. I imagined my hands running up her long legs, over her waist, up and onward to her lovely breasts, to her long, flowing hair and her neck, down her back to her superb arse. Mmmm, arse ... I noticed she was looking at me and smiling. "Er, don't I know you from somewhere?' I asked, putting my tongue back in my mouth. 'That's why I don't go there anymore,' she said, with a twinkle in her eye. Well, it was only a short hop, skip and a fuck -- er, jump -- from there to a deliciously naughty chat over our flat whites. Seems she was horny as fuck too. Charmingly and smoothly I got her talking about sex in public with horny babes bent over, ordering flat whites while being fucked senseless from behind by 8" cocks. She asked me if I fucked in public much. 'Not nearly enough,' I replied sadly. 'Me neither,' she sighed. 'Let's do it!' I let her suggestion hang in the air, as my eyebrows made a leisurely trip up my forehead, and a wicked smile lapped at my lips. Yep, a real lip lapper. 'You have an idea?' I asked hopefully. She frowned as she pondered. I ran my hand up and down her thigh, as I frowned and pondered too. She reached under the table, and felt my cock. She sighed. 'I gotta have me some of that,' she drawled. I wanted some of her pretty badly too. 'Eight inches,' I informed her, needlessly. She sighed and bit her lip. Damn, I liked the way she bit her lip! 'Why don't you play with yourself under the table,' I suggested. 'And make yourself cum.' 'Mmm ... that might help me think,' she said. She undid her jeans' button, and slid down the zip. She ran her right hand down her flat, smooth tummy into her g-string -- all the way down to her pussy. As she started fingering her clit, her left hand automatically grabbed her left breast and squeezed. She sighed as she went to work. Or, rather, play. She dropped her left hand to her lap, so that, to a casual sex fiend, nothing seemed to be happening. However, I could see she was frigging herself something fierce. Her mouth dropped open ever so slightly, her head dropped back ever so slightly, her eyes glazed ever so slightly. She looked mouth-wateringly and cock-stiffeningly delicious. I unzipped my cock, before it ripped my trousers. It banged against the table. Erica giggled. Her head dropped back further, and her eyes closed. She was panting ever so quietly. I leant over and whispered in her ear, 'Fuck yourself Erica. Do yourself. Cum in public. Make it delirious.' Her other hand found my cock, which she pulled long and hard. Her main hand quivered as she massaged her clit senseless. She was making little animal noises now. I turned her head toward me, and kissed her, on her soft, sensuous lips ever so softly. 'Open your eyes,' I whispered. She opened them. I looked deeply into her eyes, as she motored towards orgasm. She moaned exquisitely and came hard. 'Oh, fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ...,' she whispered at me. The effort of being quiet seemed to be multiplying the pleasure she was having. Her whole body spasmed slightly, and she flopped bonelessly back against her seat. 'I need your cock now,' she whispered in my ear. 'I want you to fuck me so fucking bad! Quick, let's go to Bras -- N -- Things.' Before you could pull my pants down, bend me over and spank me senseless with a dildo rammed up my arse, we were in the lingerie shop. She looked around for a moment, grabbed the dirty French maid's outfit and dragged me into a changing room. In a flash, she had my cock out and condomed (XXL size, of course, for heavy-duty cocks). Then she pushed her top up to show off her fabulous tits, and pushed her jeans down to her ankles. She turned around and adopted the fuck-me-senseless-from- behind position. 'I'm all yours,' she said, biting her lip again. 'Do what you like with me.' I did. I explored her arse and pussy first. Mmm ... delightful. I checked her moisture level. She was wetter than a week of thunderstorms. I placed my cock against her pussy lips. She moaned. I inserted the head. She groaned. I rammed my cock all the way up her. To the hilt. My balls slapped against her thighs. My, how she moaned and groaned. I pulled out long and slow. She sighed. 'Fuck me,' she implored, pleadingly. I love it when a woman begs. I slammed my cock right up her hot, wet, slippery cunt. 'Ohhhhhh ...,' she oh'd. I licked her earlobe, played with her tits with one hand, massaged her clit with the other and twitched my cock as it filled her completely. 'Split me in 2 with that delicious big cock of yours,' she pleaded. I pulled out real slow. I waited for a moment. She wiggled impatiently. I slammed my cock right up her. 'Damn, that's good,' she moaned. On the 6th slam up her, she came. Oh, how she came. All over my cock. Whimpering and growling and moaning and groaning. Damn this women knew how to lose it. As she sighed contentedly for the 2nd time since I met her, I started to really fucked her. Hard and fast. I fucked her, I rooted her, I dicked her, I boned her, I had her. I pounded that bitch senseless. I slammed her mercilessly. She begged me to fuck her harder and faster and higher and longer. 'Do me, fuck me, root me, dick me, bone me, enjoy me, take me, fuck your dirty little fuck slut,' she repeated endlessly. I slapped her arse as I rooted her. Then I got two fingers nice and wet. I played with her arsehole. "Oh yeah, 'she whimpered. 'Do my arsehole, please.' I jammed both fingers up her arse, as I turned her head round and kissed her. Her eyes went real big and wide. I continued to fuck her relentlessly. She looked back at me, right in the eyes, and said, 'I want you to cum right up me.' Well, that went and tore it. I lost control, and slammed into her with everything I had. One moment I'm enjoying her -- her breasts, her neck, her back, her hair, her lips, her arse, everything damn thing about her. The next moment I feel that my orgasm rising, from somewhere near my arsehole. Damn, I love that feeling! I could't get far enough up her. I jam myself in as far as I can go. She arches her back. My cock goes into violent spasms. I shoot right up the fucking bitch. She groans in ecstasy. The damn bitch is cumming again! My arse clenches hard. My whole damn body spasms, as I fire up her. 'Ohhhhh...' I say eloquently, capturing my feelings perfectly. 'Ahhhhhh ...' she responds as eloquently. I spasm, I twitch, the top of my head threatens to explode, I cum -- again and again. Eventually the world stops moving quite so much, and I slump against her slumped body. Several days later, we put ourselves back together and leave. 'Come again,' the horny, fuckable sales assistant says, smiling happily. 'I love the way you two try on outfits!' We promise we will. I tweak one of her nipples. She moans. We go get a flat-white, post-coital coffee. We need to plan our next public fuck. Only next time, we're gonna be a little more daring.