14 comments/ 57997 views/ 16 favorites Bernadette By: chloejacobs83 I. I began running through the girl catalogue of questions. Hair? I would definitely need to give it a good comb-out but I kept my hair relatively short and it would only take a second. Makeup? Well I'd touched it up and hour ago and could do so again once we got home. Not that I used much but I did want my lipstick and eyes to be nice for him. Lingerie ok? Check. I'd bought nice little bikini panties and a matching front-close yellow bra for the party, kind of sexy but not quite slutty, which was good overall. Trimmed? Check. I'd had a bikini wax about a week ago and trimmed the little patch that still covered my pussy earlier that night. Safe? Check. I'd been on the pill for over a year now. But as to STD's, well.....better not go there now. No check. We didn't have condoms at home since Bill never used them and I didn't want him to. Too yucky inside of me. But maybe Charlie carried some with him? I'd put that one on hold. Time? Charlie and I were no more than 5 minutes from our house and what with his delays and backtracking Bill would not likely be home for 90 minutes. I mean maybe 90 minutes if he drove like a madman, drove like Charlie did in his Porsche. Which was unlikely. Very. If we needed more time Charlie might decide to call him with another errand or two. Check and a smile on that one. I figured we had an hour at least to ourselves. But where? Not my and Bill's bed. That I was definitely not ready for. We have a spare bedroom but that seemed too obvious. I mean it's where Charlie had been invited to sleep. Still I could make the bed afterwards and make it look like nothing had happened there. And Bill was not the most observant guy in the world. But his antennae were definitely up by now so you never knew. Maybe the leather couch in the living room? That was probably the best option. We could keep the windows open on this mild night and any aromas of the goings on would be gone with the wind, or at least gone with the gentle breeze. It only felt like a wind now because Charlie was still doing about 90 mph and drove with his window cracked a bit. So yeah, right there in the living room. Check. I laughed inside as I caught myself doing the checklist. I was a list-driven girl but this time maybe I was being extreme. A minute before -- and not sooner than that, I swear! -- it had come crashing down on me: He's going to fuck me when we get to the house. I mean he was just going to. It wasn't a question or a possibility or an option or a plan or something I could vote on or even something I could avoid. If I had wanted to avoid it. Which I did not. Because it was just what was going to happen, and that was that. We both knew it. Maybe all 3 of us knew it but Charlie knew it first and I knew it second. And Bill might or might not be starting to catch up, at least in the knowing where this was headed sense if not in the driving down the highway sense. It just was. Charlie was going to fuck me. I was going to fuck back as well as I could and make it good for him it. Bill was on his own for the next hour or more. When it hit me my first reaction wasn't the list. It was to go into a kind of fog, but a clear fog if that makes any sense. Maybe it was only 10 seconds but it seemed longer. It was the feeling a girl gets when she knows she's going to be fucked and that everything that had occurred in the last 3 hours was leading her to that place without her ever once consciously thinking it (too disturbing, especially with Bill there!), or wanting it (at least not in a way I would have admitted to my best girlfriends or even to myself), or hoping it (I was a married woman for God's sake!) or even contemplating it. I was having way too much fun with Charlie for any of that. And somewhere in there having fun transformed itself from just fun to the reality that he was going to fuck me. The way fun sometimes will between a man and a woman. I could see that now in my fog state. I could see how that last dance with him an hour ago now was probably the last part of the transformation -- that after that it was no longer a question. He'd decided he was going to fuck me and I had decided that I was going to get fucked. No words were spoken. And now in the fog it came back to me that that was what had happened. I smiled. Smiled and blushed because I have fair skin and when a girl like me finally recognizes that she's put her pussy out there for a guy and has done so right in front of her husband then the blush takes over. I figured it was ok since the car interior was dark enough to cover it. I had those 5 minutes to return to the pale state I'd presented to Charlie all night. I think he liked it that I was so pale and I know I liked it that he was the exact opposite. He may have known I was in that fog -- I suspect men like Charlie get used to that in us girls -- for he reached over and took my hand again. His big dark skinned hand must have been twice the size of my own and he just enveloped me, softly and sweetly his hand devoured mine, made it disappear. And then I felt his middle finger stroking softly up along the cleft of my palm, along my lifeline there, up and down gently, barely grazing my skin with his. And I felt it deep inside, in the pit of my stomach and in the cleft between my thighs. I felt it like I had never felt it before. And so I went into list mode to control my blush and control my tingle and to make sure all was in order. And it mostly was -- probably just the issue of my cheating for the first time remained outstanding, but that wasn't really on my list. That had already been decided for me. Charlie looked at me as he slowed in the suburban streets close to the house. "Bernie, be calm. It's good. Enjoy it." He said it in just the right way and at just the right time. And he continued his gentle assault with that long black finger right along the lifeline, right along the vein connecting his hand to my heart. We pulled into the driveway and he cut the engine. Silence. I thought he might lean over then and kiss me here in the driveway. He'd kissed me once earlier out on the dance floor, basically in front of everyone who cared to watch, but he didn't kiss me now. He squeezed my hand, pulled the keys and jumped out. I almost forgot and reached for the door, but then I remembered. Charlie was the kind of guy that does things a certain way, and that way includes opening car doors for women, and I would guess not just for women he's about to fuck. He didn't rush. Walked around the rear of the car to my door, opened it and reached for my hand to guide me out. He didn't rush because somehow he knew that I would conform to his way of doing things. He didn't wonder about whether I was used to it or not. And he did not release my hand once I got out. Hand in hand we walked up the front path to the door. I hadn't put nosey neighbors on my check list but I didn't really care to either. After all it was Bill who had invited Charlie to sleep at our house. It was Bill who suggested I ride back with Charlie once he got delayed leaving the party; well he kind of suggested it. It was Bill who would not be surprised to see a shiny new Porsche in the driveway when he got home. Why worry about anyone else? And so what if we were holding hands on the way to the door? It was after 11 p.m. and I could see no lights on in any of the neighboring homes. Check. We got inside the door and Charlie moved at me and put my back to the wall in the foyer. His arms went around my waist and he was kissing me. Gentle, sweet and slow the way I knew he would kiss. He pushed his pelvis in to nail me to the wall and my face turned up to his, mouth open, to accept his tongue. But he just played tongue tag lightly with me, little flicks of the tip of his against the tip of mine. Like a man who knows how to treat a girl. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my abdomen as he pinned me there and I tried to push back to increase the friction between us. Then his hand covered my breast over the cute party dress I'd worn. The dress was only slightly décolleté, just enough to keep men interested despite my small tits, and there was no way I could move his hand off my breast inside the dress and inside my little bra where I wanted it. He pinched my nipple through the fabric, somehow catching it in his fingers well enough to twist it just the right amount. I lost my breath completely as he pushed that hardened cock up against my belly button again. His hand moved off my breast to caress my pussy though the same fabric. His fingers dipped down under the dress, lifting it to resume his pleasure over the panties alone. And I spread my legs just a tiny bit more to give him access. That same long finger found my slit without even trying, and by now that slit was clearly going to be wet and engorged for him. He was stroking it through the sheer panties. By now I thought I might just pass out. I pulled myself together for one more kiss then... But he spoke first, "I'm gonna strip you now, been wanting to see those adorable little breasts of yours all night." "Wait. I need to .... Need to use the ... the ladies room first." Charlie kissed me again and smiled "Don't be long, girl." It made me shiver to see how much he wanted me then. I kissed up again at his wide mouth and said "Two seconds, I swear!" I scooted down the hallway, stopped to turn on one low light in the living room, and then dashed into the half bath we have near the kitchen. I was panting and put both hands on the sink hunched over it trying to catch my breath. I looked up and saw myself in the somewhat harsh light of the bath: this was the woman who was about to get fucked in her husband's house, by her husband's boss, despite or with her husband's....what? Consent? Not really, even if I was beginning to wonder about it. Suspicion? Probably, but it was hard to say for sure. Despite his fear? Yes, definitely. Bill has always been afraid of the idea of me getting with another man, even if until tonight there was never a reason for him to worry. And acceptance? That one got me. That was it. Bill suspected might happen between me and Charlie, but he did it in a way that showed acceptance of the fact that Charlie was going to take me whether Bill liked it or not. And maybe, just maybe a little more than acceptance over the last hour of the party. Was it my imagination or was Bill showing hints that he was into it? That he was getting off on the idea of his boss fucking his wife? Was he not smiling and happy when Charlie led me back from the floor after that last dance? And didn't I know that Bill had watched every move he put on me out there? After Charlie held my ass in his hands as he kissed me on the mouth in front of everyone? Bill sure didn't look angry. More like he was excited and nervous. His only question was whether Charlie wanted another drink. Or maybe I was making all that up in my head to justify my own response to Charlie. Who knew? I snapped out of it. No time for psychology here since I told Charlie not to worry about being long. I took out the brush and gave my hair a good 20 strokes. Done. Took out and reapplied my lipstick and a touch of eye shadow. Checked my breath and used the mouthwash. Straightened my dress, started out and thought better of it. Maybe Charlie would want me to be naked for him? Or just in my panties and bra? Or just panties? Then I remembered his last words to me. No, Charlie said he was going to strip me and that was the way it was going to be. I checked the dress, hair and makeup with one last look and went to him. II. All day long we had been excited about the company party. Bill's firm had selected a resort about an hour from our suburban home for its annual executive retreat. About 50 top execs from around the country had flown in for 3 days of meetings and Bill was on the list of attendees for the first time in his 3 years with them. Of course Bill was only 25, almost exactly 2 years older than me, so he'd be one of the more junior people there. He'd been staying at the resort alone for those 3 days -- no wives or girlfriends allowed for the serious part of the business -- but now was home to escort me to the party which celebrated the end of the retreat. I had been afraid I'd end up being the only female there but Bill assured me that something like 30 significant others were showing up for the big event. It was the tradition that the women showed up to celebrate at the end. He'd been telling me for weeks how cool it would be to be there and how much he wanted to show me off to his boss Charlie and his boss' boss Ray. From our nightly phone calls I could tell that it had turned out well for him -- he was excited to be the center of attention with the brass over some big new deal he was spearheading., a deal that was now due to close with he and Charlie together the day after the party. My job was going to be to dazzle them with beauty and brains -- the perfect little executive wifey to complete the package he'd been building for those 3 years. I'd bought my new dress, my new undies, had primped and prepped and looked just so when we were ready to pull out of the driveway -- conservative but alluring was what I was going for and I thought I was just about pulling it off. We pulled up to the main entrance right on time and Bill tossed the keys to the boy parking cars. Right next to our car stood the most gorgeous car I'd ever seen -- a black Porsche the sort Bill had always dreamed of. Next to it stood two men in quiet discussion, one a tall well-built black man who looked about 35 and the other a white haired gent probably double that age. Each was in a perfectly tailored dark suit, each was handsome, and each in his own way radiated money, luxury and power. These 2 had to be Charlie and Ray that Bill was so keen to impress. I'd known from Bill over the last year that Ray was sometime soon intending to step down as CEO of the company, and that it was widely assumed that Charlie was to be his successor. Ray lived in San Francisco which was the site of corporate headquarters; Charlie lived about 5 hours away from us beyond the resort. I'd neither met nor even seen either of them before. All I'd heard from Bill was that Charlie was black (he was) and Ray was older (definitely was) and that neither of them was married (although Ray was twice divorced.) Charlie came over to us immediately. "Is this the lovely Bernadette I've heard so much about?" Right there I gave a little blush and got that pleasant tingle you feel when being described as 'lovely.' Bill introduced us and we shook hands, his engulfing mine. Right then I felt a tingle, something unexpected came through his hand and entered my body. But no time for that. Ray went one step further when he was introduced by kissing my hand in a courtly fashion. We stood making small talk, how nice the resort was, how great the meeting had been, how Bill was doing a great job (him beaming beside me, me beaming beside him!), how they were looking forward to having some female companionship after 3 long hard days of work, etc. Buttering up the little woman I suppose just as we were trying to butter them up. Ray broke it off: "Charlie was just showing me his new Porsche 911. Pretty nice one I'd say. Turbo-S, right Charlie?" "That's the one -- just got it yesterday and had to drive it out here rather than fly." I glanced over at the beautiful car beside us. Since Ray's comment was something like the understatement of the year and since Bill looked sort of tongue-tied with them I jumped in. "I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" Bill: "Oh, yes. Just wonderful." He looked excited but it sounded kind of forced. Me: "I'd love...." But then I got tongue-tied and broke it off, trying to end with a sweet smile. Ray: "Charlie, you'll have to give this pretty girl a ride." Me: "Oh, I couldn't impose. I just meant, well, I've never seen one up this close before." Charlie opened the driver side door and said "Get in. See how you like her from the inside." Now I laughed. "Her? I thought ships were female. This car looks all male to me." But I got in, primly tucking the skirt up alongside my thigh as I did. Immediately I was in another world, dark, masculine, powerful, luxurious and sweet at the same time. I put my hands gingerly on the wheel as if it might shock me. I glanced at the dials, the computer and reached for the gear shift. Just to lay my hand over it. As I did I could see Charlie getting in the passenger side and was vaguely aware of Bill and Ray chatting outside the closed driver side window. There was almost no sound from them. Charlie put his hand over mine to check that we were in neutral. My hand tingled again, a little jolt of electricity. He reached over and turned the key and the engine roared to life. I could feel the power coming through the shift and the tingle of his black skin on my white skin increased. The A/C started up, so cool and gentle. I almost blushed at the thought that my nipples might respond and show through the sheer bra and my flirty, little dress. He smiled at me, about a billion watts of energy worth, and said "Think you want to try it?" "Oh, I couldn't. I can't drive this. I mean I'd ..." Flustered I looked out the window, feeling guilty without knowing why. I could see Bill and Ray staring in at us, Ray expressionless and Bill with that shiny eager smile he'd had since we had pulled up. Charlie leaned across me to open the drive side window, brushing my right arm slightly with his forearm. The motion surprised me and made me consciousness of the fact that his arm had just missed my tits. I wondered if he had checked them out, wondered if he would approve, and wondered again if my nipples were hardening. "Mind If I borrow her for a while Bill?" Bill seemed to smirk. "Go for it Charlie -- just make sure you make it good for her too." And laughed. No one else laughed and I felt like dying of shame. Why was Bill so awkward around these men? Why would he make an off-color joke like that -- at my expense too! But I guess that's just what guys are like, or at least Bill. Ray and Charlie seemed too classy to make jokes like that or even respond to them. Charlie reached again to raise the window, then pulled down the seat belt and ran it down along my chest and waist, plugging it into the receptacle. Now I knew he had seen my chest during that motion but I didn't worry about the nipples, just about what he might think of the size (pretty small) of my boobs. "Give it just a little gas in neutral. See what it feels like." I reached out my right leg for the gas but the seat was too far back for me to come close to the pedal. My skirt must have ridden up then because I was surprised at how much white leg was showing beneath the hem -- my legs were exposed within a couple of inches of my panties. "Oh yeah, wait." And this time he draped his left arm over my lap to reach for the seat control on my side. My body was gliding forward, my belly pressed slightly into his arm. I could feel the pedal beneath my foot and said "Right there." I looked up for Bill and Ray but they seemed to have disappeared. "Ready? Keep your hand on it -- we'll shift to drive together. Foot on the break? OK, let's...." And just at this moment came the knock on the window. Bill was beaming in again. "Charlie, they are being pricks about it, say you can't keep the executive suite, some President from Asia or something is coming in and they won't budge. I..." He seemed a little breathless. "How do you..." "No, Ray sent me to check for you. They're like super-sorry but they're still being pricks. You'd think that with the money we drop here... Anyway they say the only option for a nice suite is the Taj and that's almost 40 minutes away. So I was thinking..." "They want me way the hell out there? Have they cleared my room at least?" Bernadette So all that was in my head when I came in. And, of course, none of it went that way, at least not at first. I entered and got confused. Where was he? Charlie had already put on the same smooth-jazz radio station we'd been listening to in the car, and had lit the few candles I'd used to decorate the room. The lights were off. I went and stared at the dial on the stereo as if he might be hiding somewhere behind or inside of the box. That's when I felt him behind me. He took my arms and pinned them lightly behind my back. The pressure bent me over slightly and my ass met his groin. His free hand found the zipper on the back of my dress and lowered it slowly. Charlie released my arms to let me shimmy out of the dress so it could fall and pool at my feet. We kicked it aside together. I had on exactly a necklace, earrings, panties and bra. The hand reached around front to the clasp of the bra and freed it. The bra fell and his big hands covered my tits and played with the nipples, gently swirling them with his big thumbs while his groin pushed harder into my behind. Then I was pinned arms behind again. His hand ran inside the band on my panties right above my ass, pulled them out and let the rubber snap back once or twice. My breathing and his were in synch, both of us a little loud, working to the beat of the tune on the radio. The panties slid down over my ass to my knees, then down to my ankles. He left them there. And now he duck walked me towards the back of the couch in front of the fire place, bent me over it and my face sank into the pillows. My ass and pussy were in the air for him. I wanted then to say: "Wait! A blowjob!" or "Wait! What did you mean by the crack about "little women"?" or "Wait! I hope Bill is not getting a bonus for this?" but nothing came out. His hands released mine, but I didn't move, my hips balanced nicely on the edge of the seat back. I stayed put! "That's a pretty ass, Bernie. You keep her right there, OK?" He grabbed my ass with those big black hands and spread the cheeks, back and forth, opening and closing me for inspection. Then one hand snaked under and entered my pussy. "Nice and wet too. Now stop squirming girl, give me a minute here." And he backed off and slapped my ass to quiet my body down. Giving me something to think about I suppose. I heard him unzip and heard the pants drop. I heard the tie and the shirt come off and saw them thrown to where my dress and bra had landed. Then I could feel him. Those long fingers went back inside of me to explore my pussy. I was wet there beyond belief and could feel my cunt lips spreading to accept his digit. Charlie flicked my clit a few times and then reached around to my mouth offering me a taste. I licked his fingers clean and then felt the head of his cock exploring my slit. Up and down. Wetting itself in my juices. My breathing was out of control. I felt a thumb connect with my asshole as his cock glided up and down my pussy slit. He entered me both ways. The cock went in deep but I had no idea how much more of it, if any, there was. I moaned in relief. His thumb went in my ass, maybe to a knuckle? And I felt like I was getting gang-banged or double-teamed or whatever the real slut girls do for their guys. And then his hips drew him out and he slowly slid his cock back in. I must have taken twice then length of cock as had been in me before. I was afraid for a moment he would wreck my cunt for good and I was thrashing beneath him. I moaned disappointment as I felt him withdraw his thumb. Charlie opened the cheeks of my ass as before and drooled spit down on my anus, He rubbed the moisture around the pucker. The stars came out as his thumb fucked hard into my ass and pinned me there. I pushed up on my arms to present my pussy and ass to him as well as the cushions could support me. Now his cock was in an out of me in a blur. I thought I might suffocate in the pillows and my little tits were rubbing hard against the leather, just enough pain or discomfort in my nipples to keep them alert while the real action was below. Charlie was using my cunt like it had never been used before. When his thumb went in as far as I thought possible I thought he might be trying to kill me, and then his cock head maxed into my womb, and it swelled up, and the entire girth of him expanded and then expanded again, swelling with blood to engorge itself in me, and I could feel my pussy working overtime to get more moisture on the job to please him, only then did I cum for him with a roar that neighbors would have heard in a smaller neighborhood. It was the most intense, most satisfying, most extreme, and least ladylike cum of my life. I felt the way I think I made those men feel in college when I sucked them dry. I was limp and extended, spread to the max and Charlie was still fucking me hard and I thought I might have to cum like that for him a second time and then thought "No, that would not be nice" especially since he hasn't cum yet and then I came a second time anyway and even more intensely and the sweat was rolling down my back and into my hair and my tits were on fire and only then did Charlie roar up to his full pleasure and piston my cunt once, twice, three times more and he was shouting as he came in my cunt for what seemed like an hour. He pulled out of me with a wet, viscous plop and I just knew that his cum was running everywhere down my slit and onto the leather. When I regained my senses Charlie was gone from behind me. I couldn't rise up and had to lift my sore legs up over the couch back and roll myself onto the sitting area. Bang down on the pillows that I'd been breathing into for the fuck. I could see the yellow panties now, still hanging on to one ankle. I rolled on my back to look but couldn't see him. I called out: "Charlie?" Then I heard the water running from the wash basin in the half bath. "Yes, Bernie. I'm here." He came to me, his long wet cock dangling between his legs, with a glass of water for me and a scotch he'd poured for himself. I drank down half a glass before I began to worry about how I must look, how I must seem to him then. I was fucked. I just knew it. My hand went to my pussy and I could feel the flooded mess down there. I just knew I was leaking all over the couch. Charlie left and came back with a wetted wash cloth and I stood, wobbly on the pins but standing, and in the most unfeminine things I'd ever done bent in to wash my lover's sperm out of my cunt right in front of him. He cupped my right tit with his hand as I bent before him and oh my but what a feeling of being owned washed over me then, body and mind he'd come to own me in about 10 minutes. "That was fantastic, a dream." I was embarrassed and decided to use bad humor then to paper over the scene: "Guess Bill's bonus will be a good one." "What?" "His bonus? You know!" "Bonus? What on earth are you........Oh, that fucking Ray!" It was the first time I'd heard Charlie curse; it didn't seem to fit him. "That fucking Ray. I've told him. Listen Bernadette." His hand released my tit as I finished the wash and my little boobie wanted to cry out 'No!! Come back!' He went on "Listen, I'm not Ray and this is not about Bill; it's about you and me and if you thought ...." I rushed in. "No! No! I'm so sorry. It's not really what I was thinking. It's just you take a girl's breath away and I can't think straight. I swear it." Charlie pulled me down to the couch and into his arms, wrapping me up. I was able finally to release the panties with a little flick of my ankles and Charlie started back in on my tits between sips of scotch. I finally found what I needed to say: "You were amazing. You owned my body then. And now. But oh my God you were sexy! I'm not even sure I knew how I'd love being taken from behind like that." "And you were just yummy. Had to have both your ass and pussy once I saw you bent over like that. You're a tight little thing and your tits are ..." "Not as tight anymore." I laughed. "I think you might have opened me up for good back there and down there and oh my everywhere." He was stroking my nipples a little bit harder now and I peeked to see that they were responding generously for him. Now the idea formed again. I uncoiled us a bit to reach into the little clutch bag I'd left on the coffee table. I took out my phone, partly to check to see if Ray had called since I knew the ringer was off, but mostly to calculate the amount of time we'd have left together without him. No calls. But more than 60 minutes had passed since we'd entered the door. I stared in disbelief. Charlie must have fucked me in that one position for about 40 minutes but it had felt like 10 minutes. He gave me 2 screaming orgasms and I was still as wet for him when he came as when he first slid his long finger along the cleft of my cunt. Still, I figured, we had about 30 minutes and if I was quick..... I put the phone down and slid off the couch to my knees. VI. My philosophy for sucking a cock was simple, straightforward and effective: all mouth, tongue, lips and throat, no hands except on his nuts and other extremities; lots of saliva; slow and slutty is better than fast and frantic; eyes down or closed for concentration cause it's a myth that guys give a damn where they are so long as your mouth is working; take your time, let him determine the pace, don't worry if he works the back of your head to go deeper, just develop the throat a bit and realize that gag-suppression is mostly mental; realize guys are more ass-sensitive than they are given credit for, so start with soft wet strokes on the perineum and then let his reaction dictate a path while you suck his cock deep: perineum stimulation only for the shy, or external anus and perineum feathering for the curious, moderate finger fucking of the ass for the advanced, or full throttle fucking including the prostate massage for the happily depraved. I'd had a chance with every one of these types. After that just have him finish in your mouth -- he'll be glad he did -- and make it disappear. No showing off cum on your tongue or swirling it like mouthwash, just a simple swallow with a little whimper of pleasure. Lick it clean and you're done! "Oh, you want that now?" He was smiling down at me and kept hold of one distended nipple. "You know I do." "I figured you'd want to try it out..." He grinned the grin of every man whose woman is about to suck his cock. He shifted his hips forward to present the long slick cock that had been in me 10 minutes earlier. I was kissing along the underside, warming him up, getting him nice and hard and watching as it grew and lifted itself up as if by magic. Gorgeous! I know white girls are supposed to ooh and aah over the size of the black man's cock, but I wasn't a size whore like that. I thought cocks were cute and amazing, and fearsome when they were ready to choke you with cum. I loved cock. Charlie's was nice. Long and thick but not a monster by any means. It was actually not much different than Bill's. Maybe thicker and maybe an inch longer, but no more. I'd had bigger cocks in college but none that made me wetter and none that I wanted to swallow more. Certainly none that I felt owned me like Charlie's did. His balls however I must admit were huge, big old sperm factories that barely fit in my small white hand. Gorgeous! Now I had the plum head in my mouth and felt it swell. I drooled down the shaft and rode it down lightly clutching and sucking along the pretty ridges of the veiny shaft. I alternated sucking down half way and lightly dragging my tongue up along the bottom side. My hands were on his knees; his hands left my head alone. Good boy! Then off to kiss and suck and fondle his balls. I'd smile up at him from time to time when kissing it but otherwise got into my groove with my eyes closed. I made a rapid dash down the length of the expanding cock with my mouth wide open, letting him hit me in the throat, and then dragging slow and wet back up to the rim of the head. Now I started in on the perineum and his reaction was good -- sliding forward just a bit to give me better access. And he was growing in my mouth. I went deep again and held the cockhead in my throat for a good count of 5. So I moved on over his anus for a light swirl. Made me smile then when I thought of how unexpected it was when he attacked my asshole from behind. No permission was asked or given; he just took me there. Now it was Charlie's turn. I sucked deep again and gave his raging cock a good tongue lashing on the way up. Then he tapped my head. I looked up to see him holding my cell phone towards me. I could see Bill's name on the screen and it took me a second or so to realize that Charlie had already hit the talk button. The cock went flying out of my mouth and I looked up to see Charlie giggling into his hand as he handed the phone over. "Hello." It sounded like the most unnatural croak of my life, but then I'd just had a thick cock in the back of my throat and I needed time to get my voice back. "Bernie? You there? Sounds like you're in a tunnel." "I'm here Bill, was just taking a bite of that cake." I punched Charlie in the leg then as he continued to giggle down at me. The prick! "Bernie is Charlie there?" Bill kept asking that of us as if we might have decided to split right after leaving him behind. No way, but I still took the opportunity to punch Charlie's thigh again. "He's here Bill." "Where?" "Ummmm. Well in the living room, relaxing." "Is he ok? I mean are you taking care of him? Get him a drink?" Charlie's cock was at full stand right beside the phone so I took the opportunity to lick it fast when Bill was speaking. "Umm.yeah. I am. Do you need him?" I figured it might be fun to get him on the phone with Bill while I went back to work. But no such luck. "No. Don't bother him now. I just wanted you and him to know I'm late. Those fucking guys kept saying 15 minutes and it took over an hour. I'm just leaving now and goddamn it they've lost my car again somehow. I won't be home for at least an hour." I gave Charlie a full deep suck and went into his ass about knuckle deep then. But I heard every word. "But it's ok. We ended at 2.5 which will make him happy....Wait.... Don't tell him that. I want to. OK? I wanna see the look on his face cause I just know he was figuring we'd do a 3 percent but the numbers I gave the guys proved -- I mean really proved -- that we could support 2.5 in the offer and ..... Well I guess you don't need to know all that but it's cool. We got them!.....Bernie? You still there? Bernie?" I took my time, probably a little too much time, riding the cock out of my throat then. I felt like I was ready to get my little blowjob treat, the creamy essence of cocksucking, and was caught between wanting to wait for it to fill my mouth and the realization that the phone call might be difficult through a swallow. So I dragged my mouth off his cock. I glanced up. He wasn't giggling any more. "I'm here Bill." "Static. These damned cell phones." I went back to sucking. Charlie reached down and grabbed my tit roughly, pawed it hard while fucking deeper into my throat than ever. I paid him back with the finger going deeper in his asshole. "Well listen. Just make him happy for another hour and I'll be back to rescue you. Bernie?..... What's that? .....Sounds like you're crying. You OK? I hope Charlie is behaving himself with you." Off again with a plop. "Bill. I'm fine, but I gotta go. The kettle is on." "Oh! That's the sound. OK. Take care of him. I'll see you..." But I'd pressed the END button and dropped the phone. I tried looking up at Charlie but his head was thrown back. Bill wanted to see his face when he heard the big 2.5 news but I would have loved even more to be able to see Charlie's face right then. I went in for the kill. I opened wide and got almost all of him in my mouth and held him there while I fingered him roughly, payback for my tits which were pretty sore right about then. I tongue lashed him again on the slow ride out and my other hand went between my legs thinking I could get off in 2 flicks to join him as he came. But it was too late. The first salty jet beat hard against the roof of my mouth, then another and another. I was still sucking and he was still cumming as I felt little drops of sperm spill from my mouth and ping off my tits. I eased up on the finger as he released 2 more giant shots into my mouth. I was sure my face would be a mess after this, just as he'd made a white cream gooey mess of my cunt earlier. But I swallowed big with the head between my lips to get what I could. Then cleaned my mouth with my tongue and swallowed again. I released the purple head of his dick with another plop, and then dove back in to lick the little pearl hanging from the slit. I was breathing heavy. My finger was in my cunt and I knew I would cum again then myself. So I went in to lick and bath and clean and comfort Charlie's spent cock and I sucked and sucked till it was hard again and that's when I came with a moan muffled by the pretty pacifier I was using. I fell back on my heels and watched him lean in towards me. I thought he wanted my tits again but he was first visiting to wipe the cum from my chin. A long finger snaked into my mouth to deliver more of his load and I swallowed a third time. His fingers found more of the droplets on my tits and I cleaned that up too. Then with a final kiss of his cockhead we were done. This time I fell all the way back to the floor and presented with my legs splayed and my cunt wide open for him. I felt as if I might cum again just for being displayed to him like this. He stood up and straddled over me so I could look right up under those big balls. I felt a ping of regret that they still seemed as big even after I'd swallowed the biggest load of my life. Guess I expected them to be done for the next year or something. I smiled. He walked past and I got a great view of his hard ass above my head. You could see where all that masculine power came from, the power of his fucking. He got us drinks for the 2nd time. "I can't believe you..." "I know. I t was a dirty trick with the phone. I guess I wanted to get back at you for the bonus comment." "No. Not that. But oh-my-God that was hot. Did you hear him? Did you? Wanted to see your face all happy at the news? Oh-my-God I sucked you off with my husband on the phone! I must be the world's biggest slut!" "Nah. Top 10 maybe but not the biggest." We laughed together. "But it wasn't that, not the phone. I was going to say: I can't believe you don't get arrested for trying to drown a poor defenseless girl." "Mmmm. Yes. Can I do the time now that I've done the crime? Is that the question?" "Feel free to try drowning me whenever. I'll bail you out if necessary. And feel free to...." "Yeah, that too. You were incredible. I almost freaked when you went in the back on me! Never had a girl do that. Made me brew up some extra egg-nog for you. Would have served you right to get drowned." "Charlie, you've found a willing victim." VII. "Charlie?" "Yes Bernadette?" "Did you plan this? The whole thing? I don't mean the bonus thing. I just mean," looking at our clothes scattered around the room, "all of this?" "Not really. But maybe some of it." "The delay when we went to get the car?" He smiled at me. "The call when you made him go back?" A bigger smile. "The fact that it took so long once he got there?" Still smiling. "How they kept losing his car at the resort?" A firm shake of the head, so that part I guess was just a coincidence. "So here's the question: when did you know? About me? About us? About this?" "You won't believe me." "Go ahead. Try me." "When you got in the car and when I came around and sat there with you. You might think I'm crazy but I'm telling you a woman gives off a certain thing, more than a vibe, a physical sensation, right after a man she wants, and who wants her, is near. And you did. I could feel it in your hand when we touched." Bernadette "Oh-My-God! You felt it too? Right then with our hands on the shift?" "Of course. And I knew. But I gave you time to back out if that's what you really wanted, cause I wanted to be respectful. And then we danced, and then I knew for sure with no going back. It's why I was forward enough to steal that kiss..." "And grab my ass!" "...Oh, right! And grab your sweet, beautiful, round, white ass. And once I did I knew Bill was going to have some delays in getting home. I guess it was just a hunch." He winked then and laughed. Charlie had pulled me back up to the couch and we lay along the cool leather. I wondered about cum-drops on it from earlier and from the blowjob. But we had time. In fact....we had time. I checked the phone again. Probably still 40 minutes to go. This time I put it out of reach on the table. No more pranks. And slid as well as I could under him, got him shifted over me to where I could spread my legs. And used my hand to guide him. He was still hard. Was he ever not hard? "Can you?" "I can." And this time we made love. First he fucked me. I knew he was going to. Then I sucked him off like, as he would put it, a top-10 slut. Along the way I'd cum hard 3 times and swallowed more cum than I'd ever imagined a man producing. Now I got the cockhead aligned with my slit. And found that I was still as wet as he was hard. He entered me all at once and I came again. Force of habit when a man like Charlie is fucking you. Someone had to do it and I guess tonight that someone was me. But he took his time. Slow steady strokes into me while we kissed like crazed teenagers on a date. His hairy chest was rubbing against my tits just right. I wanted those huge hands covering my tits again but that was impossible as he had to use them to hold himself above me. And even though we were making love he still fucked me as forcefully as I'd ever been done in my life. And I thought why not? And came on his thick manhood again just as he shattered my little clit with a final thrust and his own cum. I snuck out from under him and felt my messy cunt again, found the washcloth and cleaned myself, snuck a little kiss on his cummy cock, brought him his drink and went to retrieve my panties and bra. He watched me dress with a dreamy look. I went in and cleaned up in the bath and when I came out he was dressed too. Bill went in to wash up. I opened the windows not knowing how deep the scents of sperm and pussy had infiltrated the room, but there was a nice warm breeze. Guess I should have opened them earlier but if I had I swear the neighbors would have called the police after my first orgasm of the night. Oh well! I cleaned the couch with a wet cloth and then we sat together holding hands and waited for Bill. Charlie said "2.5? That's a nice number. Guess he will get a good bonus."