3 comments/ 104825 views/ 12 favorites Trey By: chocolatecherry Trey pulled me to him, kissed me deep, and stroked his long, dark fingers over my smooth, wet pussy. Moaning into his mouth, I came, reveling the in the wild sensations his fingers brought me. The sound of his soft, breathy laughter filled my head, making me moan. When he pulled his lips from mine and started whispering into my ear, I lost it. Legs shaking, biting back a scream, I moaned my pleasure against his shoulder, the room spinning as I fought the instinctive cries of passion locked in my throat. My juices slicked his hand, his fingers rubbing against my slit, his wrist erotically rubbing my clit, the deadly combination of his voice and his touch driving me over the edge, even here in this most risky of places—standing in the living room of the house I shared with my husband. My husband had talked forever of his east coast schooling and the friends he'd made on the football and basketball teams of which he was star. When we met on the west coast, where I was raised, it all sounded foreign and intriguing, and I would listen for hours to his stories about "the guys" and all they did. When my husband and Trey and a few other guys got together after the games, they pulled out all the stops, sharing beer, as well as women. Girlfriends were passed around, one to the next, and sometimes there were fights when one the relationship lines got a little blurry. Yet "the guys" always managed to work it out. It was during a much-anticipated high school reunion that I finally got to meet "the guys." To my surprise, they were all complete gentlemen, and most had gone on to become quite successful, professional men—a far cry from what I had pictured when I heard the stories of parties and conquests. It was at this reunion that I met Trey—and lost my innocence. One of the few in the group to take up professional sports, Trey had spent several successful years in the NFL—and had the body to prove it. An ACL tear had sidelined him a few years ago, so he had decided to invest his wealth into his second love—refurbishing classic street rods. He had built a hugely successful company, and his cars were on hot demand everywhere, from the young kids with too much money on their hands to the old businessmen who wanted to reacquire a fragment of their past. At the doubting look on my face, he laughed and said that it didn't bother him—he got to do what he loved, and was paid well for it! Trey's passion for his work was obvious in every word, every gesture, every smile, as he described this car or that, talking about wiring harnesses, transmissions and any other number of things way over my head. It was mesmerizing, though, listening to his sexy voice, watching that smile crease his dark face, and in moments I was head over heels in lust with this man. Watching his graceful gestures as he spoke about "his babies," I was soon imagining those sexy, dark fingers caressing me. When his eyes rolled at something my husband said, I ached to make them roll from something I was doing to his sexy body, instead. When his laugh rumbled across my skin, my heartbeat went into overdrive, and I had to walk away under the pretext of visiting the punch bowl, and catch my breath. After 17 years of being faithful to my loving husband, I was about to lose control over this man about whom I had heard so many ribald locker room stories. To my complete surprise, Trey had noticed me, as well. He told me later that my big eyes had first captured his interest, then my quick laugh. Once his interest was piqued, he decided that, just like in the old days, fair was fair—and if I responded to his advances, then I was fair game. And when I handed him a requested drink a few hours later, and didn't draw back from the caress of his fingertips over my hand, he knew I could be had. We exchanged emails that weekend, and began a lengthy long distance affair. He would listen about my daily life as a suburban housewife, and I learned a lot about classic cars. My husband never knew what was going on. In bed I became insatiable, imagining my husband's body to be my lover's, and exchanging his green eyes for my lover's deep brown ones. And although we had engaged in all forms of long-distance sex, from webcams to letters, we had never actually been close enough to touch. Until this past week, when Trey's business brought him to the West coast, and into my house at my husband's gracious insistence. Now the man I had come to lust was within touching distance – and I couldn't have him, because my husband had no idea. When we picked Trey up from the airport, he played calm and cool, hugging my husband then myself, the growl in my ear for only me to hear. The brush of my lips against his smooth neck was quick and furtive, but the tingle of that skin-to-skin contact stayed with me for hours. I was in trouble here, desperate to have my lover's touch, and just as desperate to not cause problems with my husband. All weekend long we acted more like brother and sister than lovers, bickering over passing the butter and tossing soap bubbles at each other when it was time to do the dishes. We grabbed and groped whenever we could, but it just left us frustrated and longing for more. Then, last night, Trey pulled me to him in our darkened living room after my husband had gone to bed, and with that sexy voice and those long, dark fingers, made me gush my cum all over his hand. When he felt me trembling against him, my juices pulled in his palm, he soothed me, knowing how hard I was fighting the need to scream his name, as I'd done so often on the phone. He whispered in my ear how erotic it was to feel my nails digging into his back, how hard I had clamped down on him while I was cumming. When I blushed and stammered an apology, he kissed me, saying it had really turned him on—that and my moans were making his cock rock hard, and it was all he could do not to bury it in me, back me up and take me, right there on the couch. With a soft cry of need muffled against his neck, I rocked my hips on his questing fingers, cumming yet again. Oh, how many times I had imagined toppling to the couch with this sexy black man, taking his big black dick deep in me, and to hell with not ruining the soft suede of the upholstery! Every tap of his finger against my clit set me off again, and I buried my face in his neck, panting for air and biting back screams of pure pleasure. My entire body centered around him – his voice in my ear, his fingers sliding along my pussy lips, his sexy shoulders tight in my grasp, the thrum of his pulse against my lips. A small part of me warned myself to be careful, that my husband was down the hall, sleeping. But my body was on overload, and the pent up desire I had felt for this man was not to be ignored. With lips and tongue and teeth and all the rest of my trembling body, I caressed him, pressing against him, riding his fingers, tasting his sexy lips with mine again and again. His kisses intoxicated me, his whispers aroused me, and his touch ignited me. I had never responded to anyone like this in my entire life—including my innocent husband. With a smile of satisfaction at having pleased me so well, my dark lover walked me to my bedroom door, kissed me sweetly, and pushed me inside. One look at my snoring husband made me want to run into my lover's bed, instead. It took all my willpower to undress and slide into my husband's bed, and I lay there awake the rest of the night, forcing myself not to crawl into my lover's arms, his door just some six steps from my own. Monday thankfully came soon, and I watched the sun rise through the bedroom window, wondering if Trey had slept well, or if he had been as restless as I was. With my husband safely in the shower, I stood at the partially opened door to our guest room and watched as my lover slept, aching yet again to crawl up onto the bed and into his arms. Hearing the shower stop, I scooted back to my bedroom and started getting ready for the day, hoping my shaking hands weren't obvious. Knowing Trey had an early morning appointment to keep, I walked into the guest room under the pretense of making sure he was awake. Oh, how those deep brown eyes mesmerized me as my lover rolled over and smiled at me. Reaching down, I slipped my fingers across his chest, desperately needing to feel that contact. My eyes burned with desire as I softly caressed him, memorizing every touch. My other hand slid under the cover, teasingly stroking everything around his cock, but never touching it. My pussy gushed at the evidence of his pleasure, and my trembling legs threatened to buckle under me. My lover, ever knowledgeable of my body, took the opportunity to slip his hand into my sweatpants, questing fingers unerringly finding my throbbing clit, which he teased and expertly manipulated until my breath was a tortured squeal. When I thought I could take no more, he slipped one, then two, fingers partway inside me. I exploded. My lover lay on the bed, stroking my sloppy wet pussy as I stood beside him at the edge of my guest bed. It was all I could do not to scream his name as orgasm after orgasm overtook me, raging through my body, leaving me spent and weak when the tides subsided. Knowing we had pushed our luck so far as privacy went, he urged me to the door, where I managed to slip out and down the hallway, undetected. Slipping onto the same couch that took up a good part of my fantasies, I pretended to my husband that my shaky voice and flushed features were the onset of a virus, biting back a sigh of relief when the kiss he intended for my lips dropped onto my forehead, instead. Thoughts of Trey crowded my mind, and it was his touch my body craved, not that of my husband. I sat on the couch, listening to my husband leave for work and my lover start up his shower, feeling my cum still dripping from my swollen pussy. I ached to feel Trey's cum there, mixing with mine, filling me to depths no one had ever plundered before. Making my decision, I carefully locked the front door, and headed down the hall to the bathroom, shedding my clothes as I went. The look on Trey's face when I opened that curtain is burned forever in my mind. I stepped into the shower and into my lover's embrace, knowing my world was about to change forever, but welcoming it with every fiber of my being... Trey and Cate & What Happened My husband, Trey, and I have been talking about joining the "lifestyle" for years. The closest we had ever come to actually indulging in our fantasies was getting memberships to the local swing clubs. We had tried out several of the clubs, but I must have chickened out each time. There had been some very close calls to swapping with a couple in a hot tub, but I always seemed to find an excuse to jump out of the Jacuzzi naked as opposed to finally experiencing the fantasy that we had talked about for so long... That all changed last October, when we were up late and no one else was home. I got called to the office downstairs, where Trey had set up an ad on Craigslist. Now, sometimes we do this just to see the responses we get. I end up chatting with some of these horny guys on Yahoo for a few hours while Trey rubs my pussy, it's really hot. But this night it was different. The ad was titled, "Fun Couple Looking for a Man to Join In" and boy did we get a lot of responses! For a few hours as I responded back and forth between my many suitors, Trey told me to bite the bullet and just pick one. He pointed to a random responder, atlbaldie, and said this is the one. He had answered our ad: Hello, I read your post on craigslist. I just got home from work and am looking for some fun tonight. I read your post and would be interested. I am 41 6 feet tall with great oral skills. Here is a pic of what I have to offer let me know what you think. I can come out now so let me know. Thanks, Baldie -------------------------------------------------- I replied back to Baldie at my hubby's suggestion. I included a clip of a video that Trey had shot of me a couple of years prior when I was masturbating. He saw that I had multiple toys within my reach and couldn't pass up the chance that I would try to stick a dildo in my pussy and in my ass at the same time... He was knows me so well, because I did. I took the fattest purple dildo I had and stretched my ass apart. I slowly pushed the fake cock into my tight hole, just the tip at first. With Trey filming and rooting me on, I started to slowly pump the dildo in and out of my ass, then I moved it faster and deeper. Once I got the fat dong in my ass, I suddenly felt the bed shift and Trey sat in front of me. He had set the camera down and removed his pants; his cock was hard and oozing with pre-cum. He used the remote to adjust the zoom on the camera as he filmed me stuffing my ass and my pussy with those dildos and sucking his cock as he sat in front of me. But, I digress. I sent Baldie this note with a short clip of the movie: You sound interesting. I am attaching a video clip of a movie my husband took of me. Let me know what you think, and we can take it from there. Later, Cate -------------------------------------------------- He found me on the Yahoo messenger, and we struck up the usual conversation I have with all of the guys that answer my ads and strike my interest. He told me things like what he wanted me to wear, and asked what I was into. He gave me his address and his phone number. I told him that I would have to get ready; I needed to be shaved and showered for our supposed encounter in a few hours. I took a break from the computer, and asked Trey to join me upstairs. I was actually getting more turned on then usual this evening, and I felt like I needed to have some of my sexual hunger satiated before I could continue. When we got to our bedroom, Trey was visibly on the same page as me. I could see the bulge forming in his slacks. I walked over to him, and began to undo his belt and zipper. He stopped me and said that we had to follow through this time. I knew he was right, but I needed to feel a cock in me at that moment. I knew I needed to feel his cum spraying the inside of my pussy walls as I rode his throbbing prick. I needed to cum, and nothing was going to stop me. If I had to fuck a total stranger that night in order to entice my husband to follow through right then, I would. I would fuck that stranger over and over until the sun came up the next morning. I pushed his pants off of him, and pushed him onto the bed. As Trey laid there on his back, I climbed up to join him. I grabbed his erect dick in my hands and started to stroke it. I spit on the head for some lube, and stroked the shaft as I licked the rim of the head. I flicked my tongue on the slit and I could hear him starting to moan. I tasted his pre-cum, and couldn't bear it any longer. I jumped up and moved my body into position over his hard prick, I slowly lowered my dripping pussy down as I guided him into me wet cunt. Instantly, I began feeling waves of ecstasy emanating from my hot, wet pussy. I grabbed Trey's hands and pushed them back on the bed. I was in control, until he started to speculate about what was in store for me that evening. Trey was pushing his cock up into my cunt as I was straddled above him. I let go of his hands while he began to tell me all of the things that Baldie would do to me. Trey grabbed my ass and slapped it my left cheek. He did this again, as he told me how much bigger Baldie's huge cock would be. I started feeling the waves of climax coming over me, I began to lose control of my limbs and my orgasm took the reigns. I screamed and moaned in pleasure I felt Trey grab my ass tighter and pull my body close to his. He began to cum which only sent my orgasmic shockwaves into what seemed like an infinite loop, a never ending ecstasy. He moved me beside him, as we laid there trying to catch our breaths. Trey apologized for not pulling out and instead filling my cunt with his spunk, which was now oozing out onto my legs. I told him not to worry; I was planning on freshening up anyway for our big night. I also reminded him that he would need to shave my pussy and get me ready for the events of evening too. I went and took my shower, and while I was soaping myself up and down, I thought about how Trey had just shot his load into my pussy. I started thinking dirty thoughts about not scrubbing my recently filled cunt completely clean. What if I left some of his hot cum in my pussy for Baldie? Kind of like Trey marking his territory? This pussy belongs to Trey, that's his cum. And if you want to fuck it, you'll have to deal with that jizz in my pussy. I hurried and finished up in the shower. I grabbed a towel and laid it on the bed. I spread my legs apart and called Trey over. It was time that my pussy was shaved. He was only too eager! He grabbed all of the necessary equipment and began the process. He rubbed the shaving cream onto my mound, the outer lips, and the inner thighs. I lay back as he prepared me for Baldie and after he was done, I told him to repaint my toe nails. I was surprised at how submissive Trey seemed, but I was more shocked at how dominating I was this evening. It was exciting to see our roles reversed for once, and the night was just beginning! While my nails were drying, Trey asked that I call Baldie and let him know that we would be leaving soon. He only lived half an hour away, but I still wasn't dressed yet. Trey had gone to pick out what lingerie he felt I should wear tonight. I spoke to Baldie, AJ, and was very short with him. I told him we would be there in about an hour, and quickly got off the phone. I realized at this point, that there was no going back. Trey brought me a set of chemise and panty set. The chemise was black nylon that was tight fitted and had a wide lace trim around at the top. It also had a wide lace collar that was attached to the chemise by three chains. The sets matching panty was not technically a panty, it was more of just a wide lace band to wear around my waist that had a chain go from the middle of the front to the back, resting in the split of my pussy and in between my ass cheeks. I put a shirt on over it that was tight across my 44GG big breasts. There was a circular hole at the end of the v-neck in the tight top. Under the v-neck of the tight black shirt, you could see the three chains for the chemise. I found some fitted slacks and a pair of my sexiest "come fuck me" pumps. I was ready. Trey was getting turned on by my outfit; he mentioned that he felt like he almost didn't want to go because he would rather just have me all to his self. The attention was getting to me once again, and I began to feel the desire to fuck again building in my pussy. I told him that we could do still do both. He said that I was all dressed and ready to go meet with AJ, and if we did anything that could jeopardize our plans. "I highly doubt that," I said to him as I began to remove my pants and tight black shirt. He was powerless to stop it. He could sense my need to fuck and he began to remove his slacks. He looked at my new panties, and smiled. He moved the chain going down the center of my pussy lips off to one side and began to lower his mouth on my horny snatch. He licked my freshly shaved pussy, flicking his tongue on my clit, and then back to inserting it in my wet pussy. I began to moan as I felt every inhibition disappear from my being. I felt him insert one finger into my cunt, and then another. I felt him thrusting his fingers into my welcoming hot pussy. I began begging him to add another, but he refused. He said that he wanted to make sure that my tight pussy didn't get too stretched before I felt AJ's big dick inside me. His tongue lapping up my juices and massaging my clit was going to make me cum again. I knew if I had Trey pound his hard, throbbing, member in my soaking wet snatch he would come almost instantly. I needed to have more of his cum in my pussy for my new friend to show him whose pussy he was had the privilege of fucking. I made Trey stop eating my pussy, I began to sit up and pull his face towards mine. I kissed his pussy soaked face and guided him toward me so that he would ram his hard dick in my dripping, wet cunt. He began to thrust, harder and harder, pushing me further and further into the bed. I began to feel the pulse of my impending orgasm, but Trey suddenly pulled out. I told him that I needed to feel him spray his load in my pussy. He asked about how AJ would feel, and I told him I wanted him to know that this hot cunt belonged to you. He suddenly resumed pounding my pussy with his throbbing, hard dick and within moments my climax started to rock my body in waves of pleasure. Soon Trey started to share the moment of complete ecstasy with me as he shot his hot sticky load in my pussy. I went to slightly freshen up, (basically, just wiped myself dry) without actually emptying my recently filled hole of the hot cum from my husband. I found my clothes and high heels and redressed myself. We both looked at each other and knew it was time to go. My husband was about to drive to a stranger's house and watch him fuck me. But we were ready to embark on the adventure. We walked downstairs, climbed in the car, and drove to our mysterious destination. There was no turning back. On the drive over we discussed that we were really going through with this. That we would accept whatever happened, and not look poorly on the other for anything that occurred. It seemed like a good plan at the time. We arrived at the destination, it was nearly 2 AM. I was worried that maybe he gave us the wrong address and we would be knocking on the wrong door this late at night. But he answered the door, wide awake, and ready for whatever lies in store for him. He wasn't attractive, but he supposedly had a dick at least twice the size of my husband's. Since Trey was the only man that I had ever had inside of me, we both thought that it would definitely be interesting to experience a dick that size. AJ led us to his sofa and offered us some drinks. Trey had just ice water, but I knew that I would need a drink. So I asked for scotch. My new friend was impressed that woman like me would order such a manly drink, but that's what I wanted. Just like how I wanted to fuck this complete stranger, so that's what I was going to do. He tried to make me comfortable, and Trey went and began to get his camera ready. AJ offered to put on a porn movie, some artsy one with twisted fairy tales, it was too comical for what was expected to happen that evening. AJ tried to lighten the mood and discuss things that he was into, like women who squirt. As I sat sipping my scotch, Trey excused himself to the restroom. I could tell that he wanted to make me feel more at ease with my new friend, but all I could think about was that this man was now putting his hand on my back. He was asking me about the chains under my shirt, and he was not my husband. He asked me about how I was feeling, and wanted to know what was on and off the table. Trey returned from his trip to the bathroom, as AJ began asking me what I was ok with, if I wanted a safe word, etc. I told AJ that I am into most things, with the exception of certain things. He looked confused, and Trey announced that I would be okay with getting fucked up my ass. I blushed, and AJ commented on how that was cute. He started to put his hands on me again, rubbing my huge breasts, nibbling on my earlobes. He then began kissing me. He wasn't a great kisser, but I am sure he thought he was. He continued to make out for quite a while. I noticed that Trey had begun to take pictures during this time, and I could only imagine what they would capture. As my new friend was sticking his tongue down my throat, he started to rub inside of my legs. He took my shoes off and started licking on my toes, slowly on each foot, giving each toe its own special attention. He moved back towards me and began to mention how he wanted to know what the chains were attached to under my shirt. I, without thinking, removed my outer shirt so that he could see the nylon chemise underneath. He immediately began clutching my waist and pulling me closer to him. He restarted his nibbling of my ears, and sucking and licking on my neck. The naughtiness of our transgressions started to kick in, I was becoming the plaything of some lucky, random guy right in front of my husband who was sitting back and filming the events to enjoy later. With only the thin nylon covering my breasts, AJ started to grab, tweak, lick, and suck on my revealed nipples. He spent an eternity sucking and licking on my breasts, sticking his tongue down my throat, slobbering on my face. He removed his shirt, and then undid my pants and pulled them off of me. He found the panties that just had the chain as the crotch. He unhooked one end so that he could get to my hungry pussy, and began to eat my cunt (the same cunt that I made my husband shoot his load in twice just a few hours earlier). I was shocked at how well this bad kisser could lick on my pussy. I didn't want the sensation of his tongue moving around my clit to end anytime soon. It seemed like I would cum at any moment on this complete stranger's face. I glanced over at Trey to see how his time was, he seemed started to mouth words to me and as I attempted to decipher what he said, I felt like I would explode at any second. I thought I interpreted what Trey said as "Get him to fuck you!" SO I sat up and told AJ that I wanted to feel his cock in me. He then spread my legs apart began to press the head of his huge cock in my tight pussy. I mustered up enough common sense to ask him if he had a condom, he got up and left the room. He went to go get one from his bedroom. Meanwhile I asked Trey what he was trying to say earlier, and he said that I was "such a fucking slut." When AJ returned he asked me to suck on his cock to get it hard again. I greedily obliged, I had never had a cock that huge in my mouth before and I was impressed that I was able too! I felt his hard prick hitting the back of my throat as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I held his huge member in both hands as I slid my mouth along its shaft. He told me to move back to the sofa and lie down. He stretched the condom around his dick; he then pushed my legs far above my head and slowly entered my wet pussy. His dick was way bigger than my husband's and any of my dildos! When he pushed it all the way in it felt like he was able to reach my stomach. He probed his cock deep in my cunt as my legs rested on his shoulders. His huge cock pounded my pussy over and over, harder and harder. He then stopped abruptly and began to eat my pussy once again with his signature move. I was so close to reaching an orgasm that I failed to pay attention when he asked me to change positions. He sat beside me and instructed me to sit in his lap on top of his prick. I tried making the journey over to his erect cock but I was too wore out from the same dick he had just impaled my pussy with. I moved over to the other side of the couch, next to my Trey. I assumed the position with my ass out in the air, and my cunt stretched open, and told him to fuck me this way. He joined me, and as I felt his cock enter my now stretched pussy, I began to stroke Trey's dick with a free hand. I licked his earlobe as I stroked his shaft. AJ then took me back to the section of the sofa we started the session at; he flipped me over and once again began pounding his cock in and out of my gaping wet pussy. I wanted to give him the chance to have a porn movie ending like he liked so much so I offered to suck his dick. I pulled the condom off of his cock, and began sliding my mouth up and down his hard shaft. I stroked his dick and rubbed on his balls. Flicking my tongue around the head of his prick and then shoving it back down my throat. I pulled his dick out of my mouth for a moment to ask him if he would like to cum on my tits. He said yes, so I continued to stroke and suck on his huge cock begging him to come on my tits. He then pulled his dick from my throat and sprayed his jizz all over my huge breasts. Trey didn't let me wipe them off right away so that he could take pictures of my tits covered in some other guy's spunk. They turned out pretty hot. I dried off my breasts and my pussy, and began to find my clothes that I arrived in. AJ mentioned that he would be able to get a "second wind" soon, but I made up an excuse to go. I had other plans for the rest of the evening. And he wasn't going to get in my way. Trey and I drove home, talking about the events the whole. What we liked, what we didn't like too much, what we should try later... As soon as we arrived at the house, we ran upstairs to our room and Trey ravaged me for what seemed like 16 hours of pure carnal lust. He fucked my newly stretched pussy, he fucked my ass (that AJ didn't), and he sucked my toes, and ate my dirty used pussy. Luckily, AJ was the only one who ate a pre-claimed cunt. But Trey spent those next hours fucking my brains out, over and over again. In fact, when he reminisces about that night, we don't seem to get any sleep at all. I wonder what our next adventure will be... To be continued... Trey Ch. 02 The approval in Trey's eyes when I slid out of my sweats and t-shirt and into his arms under the spray of the shower warmed me from the inside out. Reaching his hands out, he cupped my cheeks tilting my head back under the spray, letting the pulsating water work its magic on my jumpy nerves. I could feel his eyes on me. My cheeks burned, wishing I had the body of the models you see in the magazines and films. Stroking a soothing fingertip over my flushed skin, he tilted my face back to look into my eyes. His smile reassured me, and his kiss wiped everything else from my mind. Oh, that kiss! Standing in the shower, warm water pouring down over us, the feel of his hands on my cheeks, fingertips tangled in my hair, I was lost. His smooth, sexy lips met mine, and retreated, only to come right back to me. A little harder, a little more insistent, nipping and licking at me, he controlled my every thought and action. The hiss of the shower, the feel of the water, the steam clouding the room—all of it fell away under the magnetism of that kiss. I spent a lifetime waiting for each brush of his lips, and hurtled through space at the speed of light with each brief contact. My breath was jagged and my pulse pounding by the time he finished playing with me and firmly pressed his lips to mine, delving into the warmth of my mouth and swallowing my whimpers, humming his approval of my shaky condition. Deeper, deeper he plundered my mouth, one hand encircling my neck and holding me to his embrace, the other slipping down the smooth wetness of my shoulder to tug briefly at my hardened nipple before sliding over the curve of my waist to pull me up into the cradle of his hips. At this, our first, full-length, naked contact, I exploded. He swallowed my screams of passion, moaning deep in his throat at my uninhibited response, as my body shook and trembled its way through a mind-blowing orgasm. Turning my head to his shoulder, he kept his lips locked on mine while he held me close, letting me feel his response to my arousal as it twitched and trembled against my pale skin, seeking the source of heat that had sent gushes of my cream down over it where it rested between my thighs. Holding me, soothing his hands over my quivering skin, he pressed soft, sweet kisses against me, knowing from our sessions of phone sex that I was having to forcibly concentrate on my breathing in order to do it. Burying his face in the curve between my neck and shoulder, he shivered and moaned, clasping me close in a hard, almost punishing embrace. Knowing what the sight and sound of my orgasms have done to him over the course of our long-distance affair, I could only imagine what the added feel and smell had done to his control. I smiled to myself. I liked it, knowing how his affecting me in turn affected him. Finally marshalling my trembling body to some sense of control, I pulled him even closer against me, sighing at his exquisite body touching mine at long last. I slid my wet hands down the length of his back, memorizing the touch of each ridge and valley of muscle, thrilling at the strength so obvious to my questing hands. From shoulder to hip I stroked him, hands slicked by water, fingertips sensitized by arousal, sometimes scraping him gently with my nails and other times massaging him with powerful strokes of my palms. I don't know how long we stood like that—it may have been an eternity, or it may have been a heartbeat, but the sweetness, combined with the fire, mingled together to etch another memory in my mind, where I was fast collecting a storehouse of images for a rainy day. Turning my lips to his neck, I placed soft, quick kisses there, feeling his pulse under my lips, then the clench of his muscle as he reacted to my touch. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tipped my face back, his expression one of determination and amusement. While the water beat a tattoo on the top of my head, he leaned down, kissed me quick and hard, and dropped his forehead against mine. Eye to eye, nose to nose, he smiled ruefully. Rocking his hips against me he let me feel that the power of his arousal hadn't diminished in the least. At my rough, moaning gasp, he smiled that cocky, self-assured smile I had come to love, and murmured that our first time was damn sure not going to be done in the shower, but rather in the bed just a few steps away. I bit back a cry of passion as his words sank into my mushy mind, and he shifted to hold me as my trembling knees weakened, threatening to drop us both to the floor of our steamy enclosure. Visibly trembling with need, I whispered that we'd better get this shower done with, then. Reaching around him, I teased him with the feel of my wet breasts pressed tightly against him while I poured soap onto my scrubbie. Lightly I dragged it along his neck and down over his chest as I stepped back, enjoying the contrast of yellow material on black skin, leaving a trail of creamy white soap bubbles. My eyes burning with passion, I watched, mesmerized, as the soap swirled once, twice, again and again over that smooth, dark flesh, the erotic contrast setting off fireworks in my core. Helpless, I watched his hand reach up and cover mine, engulfing both it and my scrubbie. My cream dripped down my legs as his hand guided mine around and around, over his shoulders, along his neck, across his chest, over his stomach. Unnoticed, his other arm slid around my waist, pulling me up tightly to him, so now that soapy scrubbie was caressing both of us, his arm pressing against my breasts as he lathered both our bodies with bubbles. Lost in the sight and feel of his ministrations, I don't remember when I first noticed he had flipped our hands over—but suddenly I realized that his hand was forcing mine to wash me, now. Over and over he traced patterns on my sensitized skin, first avoiding my pebbled nipples, then concentrating on them, until I wanted to scream from the torment. At some point he turned us in the shower and pressed me back against the cold tile wall, stepping into the cradle of my thighs, the cold at my back a direct contrast to his pulsating heat along my front. Mindless with passion, desperate to have him, but so enjoying his teasing touch, I spread my legs wider, offering myself to him, lifting one leg to wrap around his hip, pulling him ever closer to me. Uncaring where our first time was supposed to happen, I desperately begged for him to take me now, take what I was offering, take me and make me truly his, shape and stretch me to fit him before filling me with his seed, marking those previously untouched places within me as belonging solely to him. With a cry of triumph I felt him rock against me, felt the velvety tip of his long, throbbing dick press against me, sliding along those creamy wet lips. Then, with a groan, he pulled back. I wanted to cry at his withdrawal. Frustrated, incredibly aroused, desperate to have what I'd dreamt of for so long, I stood there, whimpering and trembling while he shuddered in front of me, long, trembling vibrations that just made me ache all the more. Through gritted teeth he ground out that he was serious—he wanted to have me first in a bed, so that we could touch and kiss and caress to our hearts' delight. He whispered that he wanted to make love to me that first time, then we could fuck like rabbits after. But my gallant knight, the man I had already shared so much of myself with, wanted to make love our first time. Shaken to my very core, scared of the tremble of pure pleasure that this thought raised in my already-married heart, I raised my hand, framed his sweet face, and kissed him with every bit of the love and lust I felt for him in my wickedly aroused body. Turning him back to the spray of decidedly cooling water, I grabbed the scrubbie from between his clenched hands, rubbed it over my palms to get them soapy, and tossed it across the shower, not caring where it landed. Using the bubbly lather on my hands, I proceeded to caress his chest and shoulders, raising a creamy foam so delicious against his dark skin. Stepping into him, I slid my arms around his back, sweeping the last bits of lather over his neck and upper back while I rubbed and stroked my now-soapy breasts against his chest and stomach, twisting and stretching, the hard points of my nipples scraping gently against him while the creamy softness of my breasts gently molded to him. Pulling his head forward from under the spray, I tipped his neck until he was focused on the bubbles slipping and sliding over my cleavage to where the whiteness of my skin met the darkness of his, forming a pool of lather. At his moan, I tilted my head and pressed a quick, deep kiss to his lips. Then I slid down the length of his sexy body 'til I was on my knees, looking up into the realization dawning in his eyes. With a feral smile of animal lust, I slid my hands up his thighs, one stopping to stroke the base of his swollen cock, the other sliding around to pull him closer to me as I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his hard dick into my mouth as I could get, stopping as I felt myself choking, forcing myself to relax. I stroked my hand up and down what wasn't in my mouth, determined to please my lover and take it all in. Oh, how desperately I wanted to please him, to take his impressive length entirely into my mouth and down my throat without any gagging and retching. Forcing myself to relax, I slowly took more and more of him into me, stopping when I needed to, and stroking him with my tongue until I could relax further. Fisting his hand in my hair, he gritted out that I didn't need to do this. But he knew. Oh, how he knew. So many times we had talked about this, about how I was afraid, given his size, that I wouldn't be able to deepthoat him, like I so desperately wanted. He knew I was worried that just licking and slurping on him wouldn't be enough, that even though he had frequently reassured me that no blowjob can ever be bad, he would be disappointed in my efforts. So it was with this understanding between us that he stood there, fist in my hair, water pouring down over his sweet, sexy body. And when I started to tire, my jaw aching and disappointment filling my eyes, it was this understanding that put his hand to the back of my head and gently pushed me farther onto his cock, slowly easing me along his length, pausing to let me adjust before continuing. After what seemed like forever, I felt my lips touch the base of his throbbing cock, and knew that I had done it—that we had done it. I could feel him pulsating, trembling, trying so hard to be gentle with me, but knowing that we had also talked about him face-fucking me, slamming his dick in and out of my mouth at his leisure, forcing me to take it long and deep. That image made his current actions even sweeter, and ensured that I would later make his fantasy come true, as well. For now, though, I just wanted to ease the ache—mine for his creamy cum, and his to give me that cum. Sliding back off his dick, I shot him a quick look of triumph, then set out to make him explode as he had done to me earlier. Licking, nibbling, stroking him, I slurped and sucked my way along his length. I brought one hand up to cup his balls, loving the feel of that trembling heat beneath my fingertips. Lightly squeezing and gently caressing them, I lifted their weight, rolling it over my fingers, aroused at the thought of them tightening with his pleasure. My other hand mimicked the actions of my mouth, the slippery, sliding motion as I stroked him. A mere inch separated my lips and hand, but it was an inch that was highly aware of the coolness of the water as opposed to the heat of my skin. Moaning, he spread his legs wider, one hand braced on the shower wall while the other curled in my hair, never controlling, but merely allowing, for this time. He knew I loved taking charge of his pleasure like this, but that hand in my hair reminded me who really owned my gushing pussy. And gushing it was. My pussy was creaming at the feel of him slipping and sliding over my tongue. Juice was running down my thighs to mix with the water on the shower floor. It would have been hard to tell what was water and what was my cream, as I knelt on the shower floor and serviced my lover's black cock. Shivers shot through me at his moans and gasps, the throbbing twitches of his dick in my hand and along my tongue. Faster, I slurped, stroked, fondled and sucked. I was lost in the feel of him, every bit of his pleasure driving my own pleasure higher, making me hungrier for the explosion of his sweet cream onto my tongue. Aching to feel him lose control, I focused my attention on making him cum. Both of my hands slid up to his hips, nails scraping his thighs. I pulled him deep into my mouth, back and forth, rocking him in and out of my throat, taking him as far as I could without choking. Deeper and deeper he slid in, the only sounds in the shower the sluice of water, his moans of pleasure, and my struggles for air on every stroke. I felt him swell, and my pussy clenched in response. My nails dug into his hips as he slid all the way into me, spurting that sweet cream, shaking in his release, and triggering my own. Drawing back, I savored the last few splashes as they fell on my tongue, relishing the taste of my lover's cum, subconsciously aware of my own cream splattering my legs and the shower floor. Shaky, visibly quivering, Trey looked down at me as I smiled and swallowed those creamy drops of cum. Helping me to my feet, chuckling at my own trembling knees, he rinsed us both off in the chilly spray, then pulled me to him and kissed me deep. I gasped in shock – this was new for me, a guy cumming in my mouth, then kissing me. The pleasure of his tongue on mine was indescribable, and in seconds he had me hot and wet and ready all over again. Shutting off the spray and taking my hand, he led me out of the shower and into the bedroom, grabbing a towel on the way to quickly dry off with. He told me later he had just been too hungry to stop and towel me dry, like he'd envisioned. He craved the feel of me around his hard dick, and not even my protestations of looking like a drowned rat were going to stop him from finally having me. He stood me by the bed, roughly rubbed us both with the towel, then gently kissed all those rough marks away. I shook with desire, knowing that my black lover was about to take me, make love to me, give me what we'd talked of for so long. Whispering sweet words along my skin, he took me down onto my marriage bed, coving my body with his, owning every part of me in that instant. Telling myself I would deal with the consequences later, and that it was doubtful he could share the depth of feeling struggling to be released from the confines of my soul, I ached to please him as much as he was pleasing me with his soft words and romantic thoughts. As he entered me that first time, I realized how much I had been missing all my life. Here was perfect, here was where I belonged. My husband and my responsibilities faded away as I gave myself completely to my lover, each word and each stroke sealing my fate, had I only known it... Trey Ch. 03 We wiled away the day in my bed, on the covers, under the covers—at times completely tangled up in the covers. We laughed, and lusted, and loved. I can't look at my bed now without memories of him, of us, bringing a fresh hot shiver of desire through me. True to his word, that first time was truly an episode of lovemaking. There can be no other way to describe how he touched me, caressed me, kissed me. I had never before felt so cherished, so delicate. From that first, long stroke, to the feel of his cum pulsing into me, I was in heaven. When he laid his sweaty brow against mine and smiled at me, I was lost. Tracing my fingers ever-so-lightly along the plane of his cheek, I reached up to kiss him, just once, lightly. I gasped when he took the opportunity to deepen my kiss, opening my lips and stroking me with his tongue the way he had just stroked me with that sexy dick. As I moaned in exquisite pleasure, I felt him hardening inside of me, bringing about a fresh rush of liquid longing. Oh, how our pleasure each fed off the other. Slowly, slowly he began to stroke in and out of me, teasing me, each soft slide of skin on skin causing a fresh bloom of pleasure to burst inside me. Hours blended into hours as we shared the sanctity of my bed. Neither of us cared to leave our haven, and we managed to spend the entire day entwined in each other's embrace. To my everlasting joy and extreme pleasure, we even napped with him still inside of me, something I had so often dreamed of. The feel of his hard, sweet body wrapped around me, spooning against me, is another of those memories that I will forever treasure. He aroused feelings in me in one day that my husband of seventeen years had never begun to touch on. As the afternoon wore on, our loving became almost bittersweet. I didn't want our idyllic time to end, but didn't relish the thought of my husband coming home to find his best friend in bed with his wife, either. I knew that Trey had cancelled his appointments for that day, but I couldn't expect him to continue doing that for the week he was here. I found myself in the unenviable position of loving what I had—and craving more of this forbidden treat. Our long, last sweet kiss in that bed was one of such depth, such emotion. Stroking the hair back from my face, Trey had leaned down over me, covering me with his body, letting me feel every inch of him against every quivering inch of me. Softly, slowly, he brushed his lips back and forth over mine, before leaning into me and deepening the embrace. One hand slid around my back, pressing us together, while the other so gently held the back of my neck, his thumb softly caressing my cheek, wiping away my unbidden tear. Rolling us over, he held me on top of him, still kissing me, legs entangled while his hand stroked my back, soothing me. With a shudder of longing, I finally pulled away. Standing beside my bed, I let my gaze fill with the image of this man who had shown me things I had never known about myself. Knowing how desperately I was struggling with myself, he shot me a cocky grin, and asked which one of us would get the shower first, since we couldn't be trusted to be in there together again today. At this subtle insinuation, my heart raced, and I gasped. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he pulled me to him, burying his face against my soft, white skin, saying that now he'd had a bite, he was hungry for more—much more. And while his lips may have been smiling, the seriousness in his eyes told a different story—one that went straight to my heart, making it twist and fly and tremble inside me. It was with minutes to spare that we both made our way out of the bedroom, each finding something to occupy us, before my husband came home from work. Trey settled into the living room, turning on the tv and working on his laptop, spreading papers out to make it look as if he'd been busy for a while. I pulled out ingredients for dinner, knowing that the mundane task of fixing a meal would soothe my still-visible trembling. When my husband walked in the door, I was able to pretend that the motions of the knife necessitated a quick kiss on his cheek, but the truth was that if they weren't Trey's lips on mine, I didn't want them. Taking no notice of my preoccupation, my husband walked into the living room and started talking with Trey, asking how his day went. Smooth as ever, Trey replied that his day had gone fine, and he felt like he had gotten deep into his meeting, with very favorable results. Hearing his choice of words and knowing the context in which he meant them, my knees buckled. My husband, ever innocent, never caught on. Gasping for air like a fish out of water, I struggled to concentrate on the task at hand. Eyes blurring with a renewed onslaught of lust, I prayed that my hands would work of their own accord and slice the vegetables on my cutting board, rather than my fingers. A few more minutes of conversation ended with Trey coming into the kitchen under the pretense of getting a drink. Walking into the room, he took one look at my flushed face and trembling hands, and shot me another cocky grin. Rather than walk around the table where I stood, he made sure to walk past me, sliding his hand along my hip and butt as he did. Unable to bite it back, I moaned, praying the tv was too loud for my husband to hear me. On shaky legs, I turned to the sink to wash the vegetables off—and Trey stepped right up behind me, pressing me between the counter and his hips. My hands stilled in the running water as Trey's body pressed against mine, gently grinding into me, pushing my aroused pussy against the edge of the counter while his hardening cock pressed into my butt. My breathing stuttered to a stop as fireworks of desire blasted through me. Leaning forward, he whispered in a wickedly sexy undertone that I better keep washing those veggies, or my husband would come out to see what was wrong, and he, Trey, would have to stop touching me. Now, I didn't want that, did I? Oh, most definitely not! Forbidden, dangerous, but oh so good, his touch, his whispers, his very thoughts controlled me. Slowly, sweetly, tormentingly he ground against me, letting me feel him get harder and harder, knowing that my pussy was getting wetter and wetter in response. His arms slid around me, his hands rubbing my wrists, my forearms, slipping under my sleeves to rub over my shoulders. My nipples, aching for his touch, were obviously distended beneath my shirt, drawing his touch there like a moth to flame. Over the shirt he brushed them, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Then, ever so slowly, he slid his hand under my shirt. I prayed with all my heart, as his fingers slipped closer and closer to my aching breasts, that he, at least, was keeping half an ear open for my husband—I was unable to hear anything over the pounding of my own pulse! When his long, dark fingers massaged my breasts, both at once, I exploded. Head thrown back, back arched as much as possible, I felt the creaminess of my cum slide down my thighs, drenching the seam of my sweats. His lips against my ear, he growled that I better be quiet, that I better hold back that scream, that his pussy better hush, so that he could keep touching it, stroking it, loving it. As my breath hitched and the moan built to a scream, he turned my head and kissed me, swallowing the sound of his name as it burst from my lips, moaning deep into my mouth in return, knowing that he had done this to me, that his touch had made me lose control, made me scream his name with my husband in the next room. With a groan of desire, he spun me around in his arms, lifting my knee with his hand and pressing his length intimately against me, rubbing and pushing, dry-fucking me right there against my kitchen sink. My arms wrapped around his neck and my mouth ravaged his, our intermingled moans the only sound in the room. It was with a start that we heard my husband yell for Trey to come watch a replay kick on the game. Like a splash of cold water, reality intruded on our moment. Dropping his head to mine even as he released my leg and let me slide down against him, he kissed the tip of my nose and whispered that this was far from over. Grabbing the beers that he had set on the counter what seemed like ages ago, he headed back to the living room, dropping back into the easy chair as though nothing was wrong—but when I snuck my head around the corner a few minutes later, he caught my eye and gave his still-hard dick a quick rub for me, eyes lighting up as he watched me melt. Somehow I managed to put together our dinner, although I have absolutely no recollection of what we ate or whether it was even edible. I leaned across the table to serve everyone as was my custom, and had to bite back another moan as Trey's palm surreptitiously slid around my knee, caressing me under the cover of the table. I sat at one end, my husband at the other, while Trey sat between us. My husband was oblivious to the fact that my legs were entwined with Trey's under that table, that I was rubbing and caressing him with my sock-clad feet, even as my naïve husband sat a few feet away. When the meal was finished, Trey helped me clear the table, while my husband went back to the living room to watch the game. Oh, how sweet those "accidental" touches were as we slid dishes into the washer and put food away. At one point, unable to resist any more, I reached up and kissed him as I walked past, memorizing the feel of his lips against mine in that split-second of contact. Finally we could delay no longer, and headed to the living room. I sat on the couch with my husband, angling myself to where I had an unhindered view of my sexy black lover as he sprawled in the recliner. My husband was soon snoring, affording me the chance to openly stare at Trey. Ever one to tease me, Trey slid up the leg of his shorts, exposing himself to my avid gaze, lightly stroking himself and grinning at me. He liked watching me tremble and shiver, knowing that I had to keep quiet if we were to continue this dangerous torment. Eyes locked on mine, Trey slowly stoked up and down his deliciously dark cock, hips rocking as he mimicked our actions of earlier. I was flushed, panting, aching with wanting him in me, about going out of my mind with lust, my own hips starting to rock back and forth in time with his. A snorting, snoring noise from my husband brought me back from the edge of a visual orgasm, and I quickly pulled a pillow over my lap, gasping a laugh as Trey quickly slipped his laptop onto his lap, covering up the evidence of his part in my breathlessness. With a bit of determination, I awoke my husband and convinced him to head off to bed, saying I'd be there soon—but hoping I wouldn't. After he staggered down the hall, I drew my first deep breath—and expelled it with force when Trey flipped his laptop around to show me what he'd been watching the whole time—pictures of me that we had exchanged over the duration of our affair, both studio shots, and webcam frames, showing everything from me dressed to the nines, to me dripping my cum off my fingers so he could see his affect on me. There were shots of me at my computer, and me on my bed, me using my big black dildo and imagining it was his cock reshaping my pussy. There were images of me in the shower, me on our deck, me cumming and squirting and even sucking on my toy. I was entranced, watching these images play, one after another, a physical album of our lengthy affair. Mesmerized both by the sheer number of images, as well as the idea that he kept them on the laptop that he took everywhere with him, I sat there stunned as he set the machine aside and walked over to me. Taking my hand, he raised me to my feet, pulled me into his strong, sexy arms, and kissed me. His hand slid easily down into my sweatpants, and he moaned at the amount of juice he felt there. Pushing my legs apart, he slid one, two, then three fingers into me, those long dark fingers probing deep, feeling the residue of his earlier deposits mixing with my fresh juices. Once again I found my face buried in his shoulder while his fingers brought me to another orgasm right there in my own living room! Gasping, shaking, a virtual starfield of lights exploding behind my tightly closed eyes, I shuddered to a stop, mewling into his neck. Whispering soothing words, he slid his slippery fingers along the curve of my hip and across my back, caressing me, easing me back into consciousness. Taking my hand, he pressed it against his hard length, making my breath stutter and my knees buckle. Pressing his lips against my ear, he asked if we could take this outside, where he could find someplace to have me, to sink his big, black dick deep into my steaming pussy, fill me with his cream, make me his yet again. At his sexy words, I forgot to breathe. Only the swirl of lights and faint-headed feeling brought it back again, and I started panting like an out-of-shape runner scaling a mountain. Grabbing his hand, I blindly led him out of my house and onto the balcony. We have a canopied swing there, and it is on this that I lay down, pulling him on top of me and cradling him between my legs. The swing rocks gently back and forth, back and forth, under our combined weight as we kiss and touch, our bodies thrilling at this renewed contact. My fingers swept over his skin, delighting in every ridge and valley. I couldn't get enough of him, and even though we'd been making love all day and teasing all night, my hunger for him was insatiable. Scooting up to rest his elbows by my head, he ground against me, feeling how wet I was through both sets of clothing. Cradling my head in his hands, he kept kissing me, caressing my face, nuzzling against me, whispering such sweet, sexy things in my ear that my heart melted and my stomach flipped. I wrapped my arms around his waist, hands on his back, holding him tightly to me. Out here in the dry, west coast heat, I could hear the night sounds around us, and his breath in my ear. I felt his body on mine, pressing into me, fitting perfectly in all the ways and places that two bodies could fit together, and never wanted this feeling to end. I briefly considered the fact that, considering the events of this afternoon, I may well be pregnant – but the thought, far from scaring me, thrilled me. I wanted this man's baby. I wanted to look down and watch our son nurse at my breast. I wanted to watch our daughter toddle her first steps from his arms to mine. Holding him even closer, I turned my head to his, and drank deeply from his warm mouth, whispering my dark desire against his lips. I felt his breath catch and heard the softest of moans before he gathered me close, just holding me tight. His arm under my back, he flipped us until we were sitting in the swing, him leaning back, and me straddling his lap. With his hands now gentle on my head, he pulled me down to him, kissing me deeply, letting me feel him tremble, as he pushed his hips up into the apex of my thighs. We hovered like that, entwined, for countless eons, unable to let each other go. Finally, whispering that I couldn't have his baby if I didn't have his cream, he slid his hands across my shoulders and down the length of my arms, twining our fingers. Lifting our joined hands, he kissed each of my fingers, before placing each of my hands on the swing's top rail. When I started to move my hands, he cautioned me that I must stay like this, that the air, the darkness and the heat of our passionate day decreed a long, sexy, smooth lovemaking session to wrap it all up. But I mustn't touch him, or he'd lose control and just ravage me. I could see his grin as he heard my indrawn hiss of breath at his words. Involuntarily my back arched and my hair cascaded down my back, over his hands. Sliding his hands around my ribs, he grasped the neck of my shirt and ripped it completely off of me. I thrilled at this blatant display of power and lust, mewling my pleasure as he drove his face into my chest, nipping, licking, sucking at me, not caring that he was leaving his mark all over my pale skin. When I finally was able to gasp out a question about this being a long, slow lovemaking session, he grinned again, and ground out that he had changed his mind, that he wanted to shove his cream so deep into my pussy that there would be no question as to whether or not I would get pregnant. Sliding his hands over my hips, he tugged my roomy sweats down over me, lifting my knees to get them off of one leg. The naughty feel of them dangling off my ankle was unbelievably erotic. Lifting me up onto my knees, still not letting me let go of that top rail, he slid his silky blue shorts down, and in one smooth motion, pulled me back down onto his cock, his hands on my hips controlling my every motion. The cool breeze generated by the motion of the swing, his fingers digging into my hips, the feel of his mouth on my skin, his whimpered pleas to let him fill me with his baby-making cream, all drove me over the edge and on the third thrust of his hard dick into my soaking wet pussy I gushed, squirting my cum all over him, soaking us both. The feel of me clenching around him made him cum as well, and pulling me down tightly, he bucked his hips, ramming all the way up inside of me, stretching me even deeper than he had before, each jet of his cream in me feeling like the burst of a hose as he coated me. Unable to hold back, I screamed my passion into the night, Trey's name echoing off the canyon walls, without even a though to my sleeping husband just a few yards away... Trey Ch. 04 Things were tense the next morning as I waited to see whether my screaming Trey's name as he fucked me senseless on our balcony swing had woken my husband as he slept in our bed, just a few feet away. When nothing was said and I didn't find myself on the receiving end of any nasty accusations, I breathed a sigh of relief and set about making breakfast for everyone. My husband came out, grabbed a muffin, kissed my cheek, and headed out the door, as usual. For once I wasn't unhappy to see him leave, and as his car pulled out of the garage and drove away, I actually felt the tension drain out of my shoulders. Closing my eyes and tipping my head back, I took a deep breath—and jumped when I felt Trey's fingers on my neck, rubbing and kneading until I felt loose and relaxed again. Smelling the combination of fresh shower and sexy cologne on him, I couldn't bite back my moan of appreciation as his fingers worked their magic on my skin. Pulling me back against him, he rested my head on his shoulder, reached around me and picked up a piece of the fruit I had been cutting up to nibble on. His arm around my waist, he offered me a bite of melon, taking the rest for himself, before leaning down to lick the juices off my lips. Oh, this is how every morning should start. Licking and nibbling on me, he slid his hand under my loosely fastened robe, enjoying my warm, just-out-of-bed feel. At the sensation of his skin on mine, my body responded as it was being taught to do—by coating my thighs with pussy juice in anticipation of his big, black dick. Moaning, I flicked my tongue out to meet his, before tasting my way along the sweet, sexy planes of his face and down to his neck, where I nibbled and nipped until I heard his answering groan. - Good morning sugar, I whispered against his smooth, dark skin. Twisting slightly, I pulled his face down to mine for a long, deep kiss, the melon flavoring both our tongues. Deeply we caressed, stroked, licked each other, moans intermingling in our mouths, breath catching, holding, releasing, telling of our pleasure in this intimate embrace. - Good morning, he grinned, pulling back, brushing my tousled hair from my face. He pulled me close, wrapping me tightly from behind, his head on my shoulder, slightly rocking side to side. Oh, how perfect this felt. I enfolded his arms in mine, nails lightly scoring his skin as I traced my fingers over his hands and forearms, unable to stop touching and caressing this wildly sexy man. - Mind if I have some more fruit? Just listening to his rough, sexy voice made me quiver in his arms, and I probably should have suspected something from the devilish gleam in his eye but I was to enthralled with this loving interaction to do anything but revel in it. Reaching down, I chose a ripe, red berry, and watched in lusty appreciation as his teeth gently nipped it from between my fingers before his tongue licked up the juicy residue as it dripped down my hand. Spellbound, I watched his tongue slide over, around, between my fingers, stroking and teasing. When his hot, wet mouth engulfed my forefinger and gently suckled it, I gasped, closed my eyes, and trembled my way through a quick, hard orgasm. When I finally opened my eyes again, it was to see his deep brown ones watching me, smiling in pleasure at the obvious effect of his touch. His arms tightened around my waist, hugging me, murmuring his enjoyment in my reactions. - I want more, he said, grinning at my weak-kneed reaction to his demand. Slipping one hand off my waist, he picked up another piece of fruit, pineapple this time. Lifting it to his mouth, he slowly, teasingly ran his tongue over it, tasting the juices, closing his eyes and savoring the flavor, a small smile tilting the corners of his mouth. He could feel me shaking in reaction, knowing how much I envied that piece of fruit, wishing his tongue were all over me—but so enjoying this sexy food play. Glancing at me from the corner of his eyes, he bit back a grin, and proceeded to glide that wet chunk of fruit down my neck, along the curve of my collarbone, and into the valley between my breasts. Nudging my robe out of his way, he drew bigger and bigger circles on my sensitized skin, his touch so warm while the fruit was wet and sticky. Lifting the pineapple chunk to his lips, he slowly licked it again, before sliding it into his mouth and slowly chewing it, watching the flush of desire as it crawled over my skin. - Mmmm... perfect. Just what it needed –you. I whimpered, quivered and drenched my thighs yet again. Oh, how he enjoyed his effect on me. With every word, every movement, he owned more and more of me. When he held his fingers to my lips, I immediately suckled them into my mouth, tasting the pineapple juice, with his scent and flavor underlying it. Determined to arouse him as he had me, I mimicked the motions of a blowjob, his long dark finger trapped in the heated wetness of my mouth. I wanted him to remember how I had pleasured him in the shower, how willingly I had swallowed all of his sweet cream. I wanted him to feel the heat of my mouth and compare it to that of my hungry pussy, where he had spent so many hours, stretching me to fit him and only him. I wanted him to drag me back to my bedroom, throw me down on my bed and ravage me, finally losing a little of that control that he held so tightly. Yes, he obviously enjoyed our couplings, but I wanted him to ache for me, as I did for him. With that thought in mind, I used every trick I had ever learned, striving to relay all I felt and all I wanted him to feel, with the simple touch of my mouth on his fingers. I watched the warm, deep brown of his eyes catch on fire, locking with mine, his breath hissing from between clenched lips. Teeth gleaming, I smiled at him—and scraped the edge of my teeth along the length of his finger, my own eyes glowing at his indrawn gasp of approval. Before I could draw my next breath, he had flipped me over onto the kitchen table, sending the few accoutrements on it crashing to the floor, unheeded. His mouth feasted on mine, devouring me, ravaging me, as he roughly unbelted my robe and stripped it off me. Grasping my hips, he slid me down the length of the table until my hips were right at its edge, my pussy pressed hard against the bulge in his pants as still he raped my mouth with his tongue, swallowing my cries of shock and pleasure. I couldn't stop my hips from rolling, rocking against him, pleading for him to use me. My juices, already coating my thighs from his earlier attentions, now flooded everything—his pants, my ass and the table beneath me, causing me to slip and slide all over that blonde oak wood. I struggled to pull his shirt out of his khakis, desperate to touch his skin. When my hand finally connected with the warm, smooth expanse of his back, I moaned deep into his mouth, my head spinning in pleasure. Harder he pressed into me, grinding me into the table edge, teasing me with what I so desperately wanted. When my nails sank into his back, he hissed and jerked against me, making me squirm even more, and dig in even harder. Panting, he grabbed my arms, forcing them over my head, breath whistling through his teeth at the feel of my nails scraping across his skin. -You'll pay for that one, he threatened, moaning, wickedly aroused by my loss of control and obvious heat. Flipping me over, he crushed my breasts against the table, still holding both my wrists in one hand as I now lay bent over the table, back arched, body quivering, my stomach now coated with my pussy juice from the puddle on the table. -Let's see if you like this as much as you thought you would, he ground out, seconds before the first, stinging slap of his hand smacked against my soft white ass. Smack! Smack! By the third slap of his big, dark hand against my vulnerable ass, I was gushing cum, splattering it all over the floor, my shrieks and howls ringing through the house. Still he kept on, now spreading my legs apart, taking care to aim a few (slightly) gentler strokes at my slippery wet pussy, the squishy sound of his hand spanking my lips an enticement to us both. Soon my ass was hot pink, striped with his finger imprints, hot to the touch. Oh, it felt divine. I couldn't stop cumming, my strangled sobs a sound of both pleasure and pain as my lover took me to yet another level of passion I had never been to before. Finally he twisted me back over, taking care to not let the table connect with my sore, flaming hot ass. Leaning over me, he pressed his throbbing cock against me, showing me how our little impromptu adventure had affected him, as well. Moaning, I rocked against him, silently begging him to take me, devouring his mouth as he brought his lips back down to mine, soothing and caressing me. Reaching over to the bowl of fruit he'd grabbed from the counter at some point, he sat in my husband's chair, between my splayed thighs, and placed that cool, cut glass bowl against me, its chill temporarily soothing my aching pussy. Telling me to incline on my elbows, he randomly chose a chunk of fruit from the bowl and with a wicked gleam in his eye, swiped it across my creamy cuntlips, before offering it for me to eat. Shocked at the chill, aroused at the sensuality, completely offering myself up to his pleasure, I licked my lips, nipped the berry from his fingers, and slid it over my tongue, tasting me on the fruit. The tang of my arousal, combined with the natural sugars of the fruit, combined into a heady combination. My eyes widened, and I looked at Trey, who just smiled back knowingly, before repeating the action with another piece of fruit for himself. As he cleaned me up with the fruit, he kept spreading my legs wider, reaching deeper inside to get more of my cream. At one point he held a strawberry at the opening to my pussy, held my lips wide with his fingers, and flicked my clit with his tongue, watching as my cream gushed down over his berry. Smiling, he slid the berry up that slick passage and rubbed its slight roughness over my clit, making me cum yet again, head thrown back and body arching to my lover's touch. When I thought I could handle no more, he picked up part of an orange and holding it at my eye level, slowly squeezed it 'til the juices flowed over me, chilled, wet and sticky. With slight movements of his hand, he coated both my breasts in the sticky juice, watching as the orange bits flowed down over the soft white curve of my breast, across my stomach, and over my soft, swollen pussy. Urging me to lean back, then he picked up another segment, squeezing it directly over my swollen, hungry pussy, the trickling juice falling onto my engorged clit making me writhe in torment even as my pussy gushed again. My eyes were closed in tormented pleasure, my back arched, hands reaching for my lover, silently demanding that he take me, my body coated in juices. With a shock of pure pleasure, I felt the warmth of his skin as he pressed against me and realized that he somehow had quickly undressed. Leaning over me, he kissed me hard, pressing himself against me but not pushing into me like I so desperately needed. Moaning, whimpering, I begged for him to take me, but he kept caressing me with is tongue instead, now my neck, now my chest, whispering that this was the best kind of breakfast—sticky juice on a hot, wet woman. With a feral cry I surged up from the table, rubbing against him, my mouth madly searching out every inch of his skin, tasting the juices on him, both from the fruit and my pussy. My hands quested everywhere, nails scraping, fingers clenching. My moans and cries filled the quiet of the house as I implored him to take me, use me, make me his. When my hands locked on his asscheeks and pulled him to me as my tongue flicked back and forth over his nipple, I heard his gasp of pleasure and growled in delight. Sliding back onto the table, uncaring about the sting of orange juice on my well-spanked ass, I begged, pleaded, demanded that he take me, love me, fuck me, right there on my kitchen table. -Yes, he gritted out, sinking into me. Yes, right there on that table where my husband sat to eat his meals, right there, that's where he was going to fuck me, slam his big black dick into me, make me scream his name over and over while he spurted hot, baby-making cream into my wet, willing pussy, hopefully making me pregnant at the very spot where my husband sat every night. Yes, he wanted to sit there that night across from my husband, knowing that my cream had drenched the table, that his cream had drenched me, that I had screamed my lover's name over and over on that very spot, cumming uncontrollably, writhing and thrashing on Trey's big black dick. And cum I did. Despite all the creamy gushes of cum my body had already made, I exploded at his words and deep thrusting motions. The force of my orgasm lifted us both off that table top, and still he fucked me. Hard, fast, pounding, hungry. Stroke after stroke, deep inside me, claiming territory that had never before been touched. The force of our fucking rocked the table across the floor, but we didn't notice, too wrapped up in the hungry, almost animalistic fucking that we were demanding from each other. Every thrust caused another great rush of my cream to explode from me, each pounding slam of his cock spraying us both with that juice, 'til we were both coated in sweat and cum. He later told me how awesome it had felt, that spraying rush of hot liquid drenching him, splattering everywhere, so warm and wet and slick. He said he liked how uncontrolled I had to have been, in order to cum like that—which made him pump me harder, drill me deeper, gasp my name and explode, deep inside of me, face buried in my neck, fingers tightly entwined with mine as he held my hands over my head yet again. Slowly, so slowly we stopped rocking, slowed our pace, until we were barely moving, just gently loving, such a contrast to our hard, intense fuck session that had undoubtedly left us both bruised and sore. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, where he lay against me, and heard his choppy breath in my ear, where he had snuggled up to me, both of us too exhausted to move. I stroked my hands down his back, caressing him gently, knowing that I was in trouble. I had given myself completely over to my black Adonis, but had not been free to do so. I was married, and to my lover's best friend. My lover, who had just staked his claim on me yet again, right here at my husband's seat at our table. My lover, who I was realizing I didn't want to give up, who I was becoming more and more attached to. Sensing some of what I was feeling, Trey tipped my face up to his, and placed the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips. He searched my tear-filled eyes, but found few answers there, just so many questions. Softly he kissed each eyelid closed, then with his lips against my forehead, murmured that we would figure it out, somehow. And there my lover held me, on the cool wood of my kitchen table, and I heard my heart taking a long, slow dive into uncharted waters, hoping against hope that I could tread water long enough to figure out what to do. Trey Ch. 05 I had spent most of the afternoon trying to recover from my breakfast encounter with Trey. I have to admit, to this day I've never looked at fruit in quite the same manner, and it has become my favorite breakfast food. Trey went off to his meetings, having snagged a quick shower and a much-needed change of clothes. I had laughingly offered to wash his fruit-and-pussy stained outfit, but he just gave me a peck on the cheek and said he'd get it later. Right before he left, he pulled me to him, one hand around my waist, the other sliding under my robe, and using that sexy bedroom voice, requested that I cum all over his fingers so he could smell me all day. What woman could resist a request like that? Of course I obliged, and then spent all day imagining him surreptitiously sniffing those cream-coated fingers! I cleaned up around the house, but my mind wasn't in it. I went from room to room, thinking about having him here, remembering having him there. I leaned up against doorframes and felt the wood press into my breasts, wishing it was my lover instead. I sat on my couch and softly rubbed my pussy, head thrown back, eyes closed, craving his fingers rather than mine. I tried to clean off the kitchen table—and got weak-kneed whenever I thought of how sexy and sensuous he'd made me feel, just a few short hours ago. And once, just once, I touched my belly and wondered if his seed had taken root there. Over and over I told myself that I couldn't do this, that I was a married woman, that all Trey and I had was some wickedly hot passion between us but it would never amount to more than that. But in my heart, I knew it was already too late for me. I had fallen for my lover eons ago, through the email we had sent and the late-night conversations we'd had. Since that first meeting at my husband's reunion, my heart had known, even while my mind refused to accept that my marriage had become one of convenience, not one of love as a marriage should be. Feeling a ball of despair, anger and frustration settle into my stomach at the futility of my dreams, I finished up my chores and decided to soak in a long, candle-lit bubble bath, regardless of it being late afternoon. Armed with a favorite book, a glass of coke and a square of chocolate, I nibbled, sipped and read my way into oblivion, conveniently forgetting the mess my life had become. When the bathroom door crashed open, I jumped and shrieked, knocking my coke glass off the granite ledge of the tub and barely saving my book from falling into the water. Trey gracefully swooped up the glass, set it on the counter, and dropped to his knees beside the tub before I could gasp for a breath. Laughing, grinning, whooping his pleasure, he reached into the froth of bubbles and pulled me to him in a huge hug, ignoring the blast of bubbles that exploded everywhere as he clasped me to him. Never one to turn down getting my hands on this sexy man, I lifted my dripping wet arms and hugged him back, figuring his wet shirt was justifiable revenge for my thundering heart. Pulling back slightly, Trey kissed me—forehead, temple, eyelid, nose, and finally, mouth. On and on and on we kissed, mouths meeting, tasting, parting, rejoining, tongues licking, exploring, breath mixing, moans matching beat for beat. One big, dark hand stroked the length of my back, over and over, while the other cupped my head and held me to him in that sweet, sexy way that they do it on the old movies. My fingers, frustrated by the fabric of his shirt, had settled on either side of his face, softly cradling him as we kissed, and kissed, and kissed. After what seemed like and eternity, he pulled away—and when we looked at each other, anointed in little puffballs of soap bubbles, we couldn't help but laugh. Reaching out to smooth bubbles off of his ear, I asked what he had been so excited about. After another whoop echoed off the granite bath, he explained that his meeting today had gone incredibly well – but he'd explain the details later. Right now, he said, he needed to take his lady out to celebrate. Trying hard to ignore the extra-hard thump of my heart at his choice of words, I stood up, water and bubbles cascading down the pale length of my body. Seems no matter what I did, I was never able to tan. But seeing the look in my lover's dark eyes as he reached up to rub bubbles off my pale pink nipple, and once again realizing the contrast of his smooth, dark skin against mine so soft and pale, I was grateful that I had never developed that west coast toasty color. Wrapping me in a big, fluffy towel, Trey enfolded me in his arms and just held me for a minute, gazing at our reflection in the mirror. An unidentifiable expression passed over his face, and then with a quick grin, he popped my butt and told me to hurry up and get ready, that we were going to meet my husband at the restaurant. Biting back a surge of disappointment that I hadn't been the first one he contacted with his news, I smiled and turned away, saucily telling him that if I was going to get dressed, he needed to go wait in a different room, or it wouldn't happen. Although I thought I had covered my feelings well, he tucked a hand under my chin, lifted my eyes to his, and said that the reason he'd not told me first was to buy us some more playtime—that his finger had been pressing the number to speed-dial me when he thought better of it, and called my husband. That said, he gave me a quick, hard kiss, told me to get my cute ass dressed up, and headed down the hall, knowing if he stayed, we'd end up on the bed so very few feet away. Perusing the contents of my closet, I tried to decide what I could wear that would tantalize my lover without drawing the suspicions of my husband. Finally I decided on a simple, figure-skimming white sweater and short-ish, tight black skirt. I added a curve-enhancing bra, garter belt, stockings, and high heels. I twisted my hair up, quickly did some makeup, attached earrings and headed out to the living room, where Trey waited for me, sharply dressed and smelling sexy. At his moue of approval and raised eyebrows, I raised my arms and twirled once, sending my hair flying and momentarily pressing the soft material of my sweater tight against my curves. At his low growl, I stopped, twisted slightly and pulled up the hem of my skirt, showing him my stocking top and a creamy inch of flesh above it, tossing a wicked grin at him. At this, he lunged forward, snatched me up in his strong arms, crushed me to him and thoroughly kissed me, making me whimper in surprised delight. When he eventually pulled away, I had to steady myself against his chest, my breath hitched and my eyes blurred. With a softly bemused smile, he turned me to the door, grabbed his keys and my purse, and guided me to his truck, realizing how awestruck I was still, after that mind-shattering, heart-stopping kiss he'd just laid on me. Opening my door, he seated me gallantly in his truck, tucking my legs in and buckling my seatbelt before carefully closing my door. A grin on his face, he skipped around the front of 'his baby,' got in, buckled up, started it—and turned to look at me, laughing at my expression. I still didn't know up from down. Unbuckling, he leaned over, gently kissed me, stroked my cheek, then laughed, re-buckled, and started driving, I knew not to where. Slowly I started to regain my senses, and realized that this was the first time I'd had the pleasure of seeing the inside of, much less riding in, 'his baby.' This SUV was the pride and joy he used for traveled, as opposed to the myriad of vehicles he kept carefully garaged at home and pulled out for car shows and whatnot. Looking around, it was obvious the care he put into every detail, from the butter-soft seats to the colored interior lighting. No wonder his business was so successful. Catching his eye, I smiled at him, leaned back and relaxed, feeling him all around me. My eyes were closed, when I felt his hand nudge against mine, before he picked it up and held it on the console between us, our fingers meshed, his thumb softly stroking the back of my hand. Tipping my head toward him, I just watched as he drove, enjoying his more than capable handling of this sumptuous vehicle. Glancing over at me, noticing me watching him, he grinned and blew me a kiss, adeptly driving with his knees while he turned up the volume on his sound system. At the first stoplight, he slid his hand from mine, tweaked my skirt up over my stocking top, then reached for my hand again, glancing over frequently at the stark contrast of my dark stockings, dark skirt, and smooth white thigh. Deciding I liked being his eye candy, I reached up and undid two of the buttons on my sweater, the soft weight of the material opening itself to just below the band of my bra, giving him full view of my cleavage. When I sat back, carefully shifting just so, the sweater slid over the curve of my breast, fully exposing it, cradling that lilac-wrapped orb as it threatened to spill over the edge of my bra. Trey's breath hissed. Reaching over, he nudged the edge of my bra down under the curve of my breast, completely exposing me right there in his truck. The smoked windows made it doubtful that anyone could see in, but the danger of it all slammed through me, arching my back and wetting my pussy instantly. Hearing my gasp of passion, Trey chuckled, wet a fingertip, and lightly rubbed it over my hardened nipple, tweaking and pulling it, making me moan and thrash. Softly, gently he rubbed my nipple, decisively he stroked my breast, roughly he squeezed it and hefted its weight, making me writhe in the seat until I was begging him to stop, to not stop, to let me cum, to stop the truck and fuck me unless he wanted me to ruin his soft, supple seats with my pussy cream. His low, sexy chuckle ending in a growl, Trey slid his hand down my breast, over my stomach and into the vee of my thighs, dipping his long, strong fingers into the weeping well of my wet pussy, realizing in an instant how strongly his simple, sexy touch affected me. Lifting his fingers to his face, he held me spellbound as he sniffed and licked my cream, telling me that he had been doing that all day, between meetings, during meetings, my essence on his fingers and my image burned in his mind. As his sexy voice planted these images in my own mind, I trembled and came, clenching my thighs in an effort to save his seats. Realizing what I was doing, he leaned over, forced my legs apart, and told me to cum again, so he could watch. When I quivered and mewled that I was trying not to mess up the leather, he looked directly into my eyes, told me to push my skirt up and commanded me to cum. A split-second later I was writhing, screaming, arching, gushing girl cream everywhere, unable to control my reactions to my black lover's voice, touch, tone, demands. Uncaring who might see, forgetting we were in a car in rush-hour traffic, I gave me body, my control, my being, over to my lover, to do with as he wished. When I opened my eyes finally, I realized Trey had pulled off into a parking lot. Turning off the truck, he shifted in his seat and just sat there, arm curled over the steering wheel, staring at me. After everything we had shared, both over distance and in person, you wouldn't think I could be embarrassed, but the flush of color was staining my cheeks something fierce. There I sat in his prized SUV, one breast completely exposed, legs spread, and pussy juice covering the seat, my legs and the undercurve of his dashboard. Shifting, trying to cover my exposed body, mortified at what I had just done to his truck, I fought tears. I heard the quiet shnick of his seatbelt as it came loose, and looked out my window, frantically rubbing a hand under my eyes, praying my makeup would stay unsmudged. Seconds later his hand was cupping my cheek, tilting my face to his, his deep brown eyes full of concern. When I babbled some incoherent concern for his precious truck which I'd just ruined the upholstery of, he laughed, pulled my head to his chest, and thanked me. I was astounded. And confused. Why was he thanking me, when his truck was going to smell like my wet pussy from now on? Stroking my cheek, he told me that one of his fantasies, since he'd bought the truck a few years back, was to one day have me in it, screaming his name and squirting my cream everywhere, just so that he could smell me in it. In fact, he continued, he'd had this image in his mind forever, of taking me on that big bench seat, smearing my cum from one end of it to the other, overlaying the scent of leather with the scent of me. With that he pulled my hand onto his throbbing erection, asking if I needed further proof. Feeling him beneath my fingers, even through the layers of clothing, made my senses stumble. I could feel him throb, twitch, shift, just from my slightest touch. Gently wiping the last tear from my eye, he pulled me to him, giving me another earth-shattering kiss. Softly his hand traced over the curve of my breast, tugging my sweater down over it again, lifting it out of the cradle of my brassiere and into the warmth of his palm, where I still overflowed his big hand. I gasped into his mouth. Slipping his hand down over the curve of my hip, he tugged me to him, deepening his kiss, running his hand all down my side, along the curve of my ass, along the strap of my garter, behind my knee, and all the way back up to the twist of hair at the back of my head. My earrings tinkled a sweet little tune as he brushed past them on his way to cupping my cheek, stroking my curve of my lower lip with his thumb as his lips mated with mine over and over. Lost in his kiss, I didn't even notice when he unbuttoned the rest of my sweater, edging it off my shoulders and tossing it in the back. Or when he unclasped my bra, the feel of his fingers sliding along my arms masking the delicate scrape of fabric as he slid it off me. When he lowered his head and suckled on my aching nipples, I clutched his head to me, shaking, whimpering his name. And when the sound of voices nearby startled me into pushing his head away, he growled, pushed back, and attacked the breast nearer to him, leaving the other one, the one closest to the door, exposed. Sensing my intent to cover my exposure with my hand, he clamped both my wrists in one of his strong hands, capturing them behind my seat and effectively holding me open and on display. Lifting his head from my breast, he licked and kissed his way up my neck to my mouth, his lips connecting with mine as his free hand slid finger-deep into my drenched pussy. No big surprise, I gasped, arched and came, screaming into his mouth, writhing and twisting on his fingers, oblivious to the rest of the world. Sneaking a peek out my window, Trey noticed the group of guys standing around his front quarterpanel, jaws hanging open, watching as this well-built black man so obviously pleasured the seemingly naked white woman in the public parking lot of a popular store. With a feral grin of purely devilish delight, he jammed four fingers up into my wet, gushing pussy, slamming them in and out of me. Ripping my mouth from his, I screamed my passion at the top of my lungs, wailing Trey's name over and over, begging him to fuck me, take me, use me, slam his big black dick into me, make me his, anything, just cum in me. Flailing and thrashing, completely oblivious to our audience, I surged up from under Trey, pushing him back into his own seat, crashing into his chest and attacking his mouth while frantically undoing his pants, blissfully unaware of my complete exposure to the boys outside who could now see my wet, swollen pussy in all its glory as I straddled the console, balancing with one knee against my headrest, the other on my seat. Taking advantage of my spread position, Trey slid his long dark fingers back inside me, two fingers in while two spread my glistening wet lips open, his thumb brushing the top of my aching clit. Finally I got his pants undone, pulled his throbbing cock out, and in one diving rush, engulfed his full length in my wet, hot mouth. Trey's head bounced off the back of his seat as my lips massaged the base of his long black dick, my pussy spurting cream all over his hand. The group outside leaned closer, faces almost pressed against the windows. Ever oblivious, I face-fucked my lover, desperate for his sweet cream in any part of my body, feeling like a slut and loving every second of it. Trey slipped his fingers out of me, scooped up a handful of my slippery juice, and rubbed it on my ass, making those soft white cheeks shine in the late afternoon sun. He scooped up another handful, smearing it over my pussy lips and onto my asshole, gently running his finger 'round and 'round, delighting in the vibrations that my moans of pleasure sent through his cock. Slowly, gently, he slipped a finger in, working it in and out, making slightly larger circles, his other hand running through my hair, gently caressing me. He kept an eye on our audience, taking note of both their amazement at the scene before them, and their pleasure in the sensuality of it. He recognized the furtive movements of hands tucked demurely into pockets, and smiled to himself. Carefully he worked in another finger, and another, priming me for the mind-blowing orgasm he was about to give me. He cautiously set his seat back, the motorized mechanism so quiet and smooth I never even realized what he was doing. Guiding me with one hand on the back of my head, he pulled me off of his cock, sliding up his body 'til our mouths were once again meshed. Carefully he scooted back, still holding me to him, his other hand feeling the way as he maneuvered us backward and onto the back seat of his SUV, where he'd pictured having me for so long. Lost in the sensations of what he was doing to me, I never even realized I had moved, mindlessly following him as he strove to fulfill a fantasy for each of us. -Close your eyes, he whispered, and just feel my skin on yours. Wet, wild and totally trusting, I did as my lover asked, a smile crossing my lips as his body brushed against mine, his hand guiding me here, positioning me there, his lips on my nipple, his hand on my waist, then my ankle. I felt something hard beneath my swaying breasts, cool against the wetness of my freshly suckled nipple, and shuddered. I could feel him behind me, between my wide-spread legs, his hard dick brushing against me, pulling away, then brushing again. My pussy creamed, aching for him. With my eyes closed, I could smell the scent of my sex all throughout the truck. When he leaned me forward and placed one of my hands on each of the front seats, I could feel the cool, wet puddle my desire had left on my seat. I shivered. -Smell that, he asked, heightening my awareness of the scent of my desire. That scent was on my fingers all day, he continued, crooning in my ear. That scent drove me crazy, made me throb and ache for you. That scent is all over my hard dick, he gritted, caressing himself, stroking my cream all over his hard black cock. All day I kept thinking how bad I wanted you, how I couldn't get enough, how I wanted to make you scream, make you mine. And now, he ground out, I'm making every part of you mine,for all the world to see. OPEN YOUR EYES. With that, he simultaneously stroked his big black cock into my soft white ass and gripped his hand in my hair, pulling me up, arching my back, my expression of sheer pleasure and momentary pain displayed for our audience to see as he claimed yet another part of me as his own. Feeling his dick take me, his hand fisted in my hair, his breath panting in my ear, and seeing the excited faces of the group of men outside the truck who were now pressed right up to the windows to watch our coupling, I lost it. Howling in pleasure, I splattered my cream from one end of his bench seat to the other and back again, soaking him, soaking me, my cries echoing around the cabin of the truck and into the ears of our attentive audience. Pulling my head back even further, he licked and nuzzled me, his rough voice asking if I liked being watched, liked having my ass fucked by his big black dick where people could see, liked my ownership being so obviously displayed like this. Trey Ch. 05 -Yes, yes, yes, I wailed, I loved this, the excitement of his body on mine, the danger of being caught, the blatant displays of his ownership of me. Harder and harder he fucked me, pounding my ass, his hips slamming into me, my breasts wobbling all over his console, my juices still splashing everywhere. Turning my head, he kissed me, long and deep—and came in me, throbbing, bursting, grunting as he poured that sweet cream deep into my body. Sweating, shivering with pleasure, moaning at the feel of my body caressing his, he collapsed against me. Regaining his breath, he kissed my cheek, then turned to look out the window, grinning at the audience's response to our privately public session. -So how was that, baby, he murmured into my ear. Everything you had hoped for? Skimming his hand down my side, he caressed me quickly, sweetly, hugging me close for an instant before shifting back to grab our respective clothing from the far reaches of the truck where they'd been tossed. Hauling me up by my hips, he slid my shaking arms through my bra straps, settling it on me and re-fastening it for me when my hands proved to shaky to do so myself. Likewise he assisted me when the sleeves of my sweater proved to be the 8th mystery of the world. Ever the gentleman, he searched under his seat, found an old, grease-stained beat up brown t-shirt and cleaned the visible residue of cum from between my legs, the brush of soft cotton making me quiver and moan yet again. Finally he had me dressed, smoothed down and presentable, albeit quivery. Opening the truck door, he helped me step down, holding me tight when my knees threatened to buckle, laughing softly in my ear at my still-dazed expression. Walking me around to the passenger side door, he smiled at the men who still stood there, watching us. I blushed, realizing this group of men knew every aspect of my outfit now, from my lacy garter belt to my demi-cup bra, and had intimately viewed everything those articles of clothing caressed. Quickly surveying me in the dimming light, Trey pulled my clip from my hair and handed it to me, saying that other than my mussed up hair, I'd pass inspection. His hands stayed on my waist as I raised both my hands, twisting my hair and clipping it, several strands loose around my face now, as I did my best without a mirror. Sliding his hands up over my ribs, he trapped my hands at the back of my head, arching my back and thrusting my breasts outward toward the men still standing there watching. Slipping three buttons loose, quick as a wink, he ran the back of his hand over my exposed skin, making me tremble, making my nipples harden into bullets, my breath catching at the murmur of approval from our audience. Tugging one side of my bra loose, he slipped his hand in and caressed me before skimming his hand down, pulling up my skirt, and exposing my swollen, glistening pussy to these strangers. -Mine, he growled, exposing and caressing me there in the parking lot, up against his truck, glaring at any man who dared step any closer. -Mine, he stated again, defiantly, now covering me back up, caressing me over my clothing, opening the door and helping me in, making sure to squeeze my ass as I stepped up on the running board. Trey deliberately locked my door before closing it, prowling around the truck to slide in on the other side. Realizing the show was over, our audience dispersed. Trey started up 'his baby' with a fiercely predatory growl, shifted into gear, took my hand in his and finished our drive to the restaurant, which turned out to be only a few blocks away. Ever the gentleman, he opened my door for me, held my hand, and helped me descend from his truck, noticing the flush of passion still staining my cheeks and glowing in my eyes. And right there, in front of God, the valet and anyone who cared to look, he speared his hand through my hair, pulled my mouth to his and ravished me, searing my soul with the power of his kiss. When he pulled away an eternity later, I whimpered in protest, never wanting this to end. Brushing back another loosened strand of hair, he murmured that he liked this loose, sexy hairdo, saying it gave me that freshly-fucked look so he adored seeing on me. When my knees buckled yet again, he caught me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. Tipping his soft, firm lips to my quivering mouth, he placed the gentlest of kisses on me, making me tremble, knowing we needed to stop this public display and go meet my husband who was undoubtedly waiting for us. As I started to turn in his arms, Trey pulled me back to him, cupping my head in his dark, powerful hands, holding me still against him, heartbeat to heartbeat, where I never wanted to leave. -Mine, he said, quietly, against my lips, looking deep into my eyes and reading my soul, letting me, in turn, read his... Trey Ch. 06 I awoke the next morning, stretched carefully and rolled over in my bed, praying for the world to stop and let me off. Dinner the night before had been delicious, Trey sparing no expense as he treated my husband and me to a five-star meal at the classiest establishment in our fair city. Satiated with food and tipsy on drinks, we talked the night away, the three of us enjoying a rare night of perfect camaraderie. When Trey's leg moved against mine under the damask tablecloth, my husband was none the wiser – and when we occasionally held hands the same way, he was just as oblivious. The night had been wonderful as Trey shared the news about a deal that would allow him to open a branch in our part of the world—yet he was hesitant to give up control over the company he had given his heart and soul to. He wanted to be here, to hand-pick the employees, and would run the operation himself until he found a manager he trusted to feel the same way he did about the shop. To Trey his company wasn't just a company, and the day's work wasn't just a job – it was his lifeblood, his reputation, and his love. Listening to Trey, touching him under the table, remembering our wildly passionate and incredibly sensual moments together, I fell deeper and deeper in love with him. When he told us of his fears, his visions, his expectations for the future, I realized with a jolt that he wasn't really telling my husband – he was telling me. A warm ripple slid over me as I realized how incredibly sweet it felt to be sharing this man's innermost feelings, fears and desires, in public view of the entire world. The dark realization that I couldn't lean over and publicly express my love for him and his revelations had me reaching for my drink, resentment bubbling up in me and causing my hand to shake slightly as I sipped my aptly named Mind Eraser and struggled not to cry. Trey knew something was bothering me, something I had tried so hard to cover under the cheer of our celebration. My husband had been unaware of the resentment boiling under my cheerful manner, but Trey, oh Trey knew. He watched me closely, trying to wordlessly ask what the problem was, but how to explain to my lover that what I most wanted in the world – him – I couldn't have, because of my marriage to my useless, inattentive husband, who cared more about the lobster tail on his plate than the simmering distress of his wife of 17 years? So I bit it back, smiled thinly, gripped Trey's hand at every opportunity, and tossed back one Eraser after another, hoping they would live up to their name. It was only the grace of God and the fact that Trey forced me to drink endless gallons of water after we got back home that prevented me from having a nasty hangover – as it was I was merely uncomfortable and mildly achy. Considering how much I'd had to drink the night before, I was very, very lucky. Now here I lay, disconcerted by my nakedness, knowing that I had been too far gone to undress myself, yet I clearly remembered my husband passing out in the bed while I was still chugging water in the kitchen under the eagle eye of our houseguest. The thought that Trey had undressed me and slid me into the bed while my husband was just inches away sent a shiver through my frame. What if he had gotten caught? How would my husband have reacted to the sight of Trey's dark hands sliding my clothing off my surely willing, albeit inebriated, body? Stumbling to the shower, I turned it on full blast, catching the spray on my upturned face, and trying to knock the sexy image of dark on light out of my mind, at least long enough for me to get my act together and face the day. It seemed as though not a moment was going by that Trey wasn't first and foremost in my mind. He already owned me heart and soul. I wondered (hoped, prayed) that I might be having a similar effect on him. A day of cleaning house and doing laundry cured the fragments of my mild hangover, giving me something to do to take my mind off the nagging thud of discontent as well. I spent a lot of time in the guest room, sliding my hands over the sheets that had caressed Trey's sexy black body, envying them that simple thing. I buried my face in his pillow, smelling him there. I lay down on the quilt, knowing it had felt his touch, the touch I so craved, aching for it here in the solitude of my house. And when I stepped into the guest bath, steeling myself against the smell of soap, cologne and shaving cream, I saw the note he'd left for me on his bathroom mirror, a shocking square of yellow in the soft green and cream room. If you get this, it read, it means that you're up and feeling human again. You worried me last night. Want to do something special. Meet me at Romano's at 11. Dress casual. Looking at my watch, I swore. Crumpling up the note, I started to toss it in the trash. Then I smoothed it out, stroking my fingers over his handwritten words, before carefully folding it and tucking it in the back of my jewelry box, knowing I'd wear the words away with my constant re-reading of this simple missive. Counting the minutes off in my head, I hopped back in the shower, swiping the sweat and dust off before hurrying to dress and do makeup, hopping around my bedroom on one foot while trying to simultaneously put on a shoe and slip in earrings. My hair, of course, decidedly did not cooperate with anything I wanted it to do, so at last I threw it up in the same clip I'd worn yesterday, a thrill shooting through me at the memory of Trey's large, dark hands burrowing under that clip and through my hair as he pulled me to him and claimed my soul. Finally I slid out the door, face flushed with a combination of hurry and excitement, heading downtown to my favorite bakery, where my lover had asked me to meet him. I hoped my jeans and tank top were ok, but I had brought a sweater to cover up with if I needed to be slightly classier. It was rather exciting, not knowing what Trey had in mind but so looking forward to being with him again, needing his touch, his voice, his strength to soothe me. A mere 10 minutes late, I walked into Romano's, inhaling the warm, yeasty scent of pastry and the soft, sexy scents of spice. A quick look around the cozy shop revealed that Trey was nowhere to be found, and a quick, sharp stab of disappointment kicked my stomach. Jamie, owner, head baker and my closest friend, yelled to me as he walked out of the kitchen balancing a scrumptious looking cheesecake in his hand. - Hey, got something for ya. C'mere. And what's up with you and tall, dark 'n handsome?? Jamie's blue eyes sparkled at me as he watched me blush. He had been my confidante when I first felt the sizzle of attraction for my husband's best friend, and had been there for me through cyber sex and sizzling phone calls, ready to dish out advice and hear the juicy details. I hadn't been able to talk with him much this past week, but he knew me well, knew Trey was scheduled to come to town, and knew I didn't usually feel the need to put makeup on to check out his baklava and croissants. Flustered, fluttering a hand about, I looked around the shop once again, hoping against hope that I had somehow missed Trey, that he was there in the corner waiting for me. No such luck. Swallowing the tears I felt welling in my eyes, I stepped up to Jamie and gave him my usual hug. Still balancing the cheesecake, he one-armed me in a crushing embrace, hand stroking my back as my breath hitched and disappointment coursed through me. Oh, how I wanted to be curled up into Trey's embrace – then mentally kicked myself for being so disloyal to the closest friend I had. Reaching up on tiptoe, I hugged him even tighter, whispering my thanks in his ear for his friendship. Closing my eyes, I buried my face in his shoulder, fighting the tears and wondering just how badly I'd behaved the night before that Trey had decided to ditch me. Jamie's hand continued to stroke my back as he soothed me, not prying into my rampant emotions, but letting me have a few much-needed moments to collect my thoughts and calm my nerves. -Next time go easy on those Erasers, huh? You never drink much anyway, so those must've killed ya, Jamie commented, trying not to laugh at my bemused expression as I pulled back and stared at him. How did he know, I wondered. Running a flour-dusted fingertip under my eye and catching the tear there, Jamie smiled and shook his head. -He told me about it, said the more you got hammered the less he drank, just to make sure you'd be safe. Jamie chuckled and continued, he did say you looked cute all drunk and confused when he tried to undress you for bed and you were begging him to make love to you again, right there on the bed where your husband was snoring away. Said it was all he could do to leave you there, naked and grinning all goofy-like, when he wanted to just carry you into his room and hold you all night long. Blushing in mortification at my inebriated actions of the night before, as told to me by my best friend – the friend I was sure had not been there the night before but who seemed to know a lot of the details.... I was starting to put two and two together and wasn't sure I liked where this was going. Narrowing my eyes, I pulled away from Jamie, looking at his cheeky grin and knowing I was completely missing something important. -What, he asked, biting his lip. -How do you know what happened last night, I ground out, stepping up close and looking deeply into his familiar face. Jamie just laughed. Trey told me, he said, running his hand up and down my back again. -And just how did Trey tell you, I muttered, uneasy about where this was headed. Just how well did Jamie and Trey know each other, to be telling all these secrets? I hadn't even been aware they knew each other at all, let alone had discussions about my sex life. Easily reading the emotions rolling across my face, Jamie burst out laughing. Sliding the tottering cheesecake onto the counter, he wrapped both massive arms around me and held me tight, shaking with mirth. Had he not had the dubious honor of being my pseudo brother, I could have fallen hard for his gym-toned body and quick laugh. But after many nights of cream puffs and coffee, we knew each other too well to be intimate, and settled quite happily for an amazing friendship instead. Now, stuttering a breath through lips that threatened to tremble, I sobbed once, quietly, into his shoulder. Then gathering the ragged ends of my composure, I stepped back, swiped a quick hand under my eyes, and taking a deep breath, demanded to know how he knew Trey, other than through the pictures I had painted during our late-night gabfests. It was with something akin to shock that I heard my lover's sweet, sexy voice answer my question from behind me, at the same time feeling the warmth of his hand against my neck. -I figured all the times you talked about this place, and your friend Jamie, that I better size up my competition, Trey shrugged, smiling slightly. One of the first things they teach you in pro ball is to know your opponent, preferably better than they know themselves. I've been talking to him for a coupla months. So when I headed out here, I met up with him, we talked, we argued, and we came to a certain understanding, he explained, shooting a quick look at Jamie's muffled bark of laughter. Trey nipped me out of Jamie's embrace and into his own, causally wrapping his arms around my waist, wrists linked behind my back. His cheek rested against my hair, and his lips pressed a quick kiss against me as he slowly rocked me gently in his oh-so-welcome embrace. Leaning back, I inquired just what this 'understanding' was about. Jamie grinned, rubbed a quick hand over his mouth, and responded that each knew where the other stood, now. Trey knew that Jamie was just my friend, and Jamie knew what Trey's intentions were. Nuzzled against Trey's broad shoulder, I missed the quick glare that Trey shot Jamie, only catching the undercurrents when I muzzily asked just what Trey's intentions were then, not really even expecting an answer. It was only when I felt Trey stiffen that I replayed the last few minutes of conversation in my head and realized the importance of his response. With baited breath, I stood still, waiting, hoping, wanting so badly to hear what my lover had to say. And it was with a keen disappointment that I tried to hold back that I listened to Jamie say that Trey had intended to take me on a picnic, which was why he even came to be at Romano's. With that, Jamie leaned behind the counter, picked up an old fashioned picnic basket, slid a red and white checked cloth through the handles, and handed it to Trey, who took it with a smile and nod, a look passing over my head that I didn't understand, but hadn't the heart to question. I mentally kicked my own butt, reminding myself that I knew this interlude was only temporary, and given that I was married, I had no right to ask for anything more than what my lover felt able to give. But no matter how sternly I reprimanded myself on this matter, my heart was breaking into pieces at the thought of his inevitable departure. Taking my hand, Trey hugged me quickly, then stepped back to guide me through the tables and out the door. But when he saw my face and the emotions I was trying so hard to conceal, he slid the basket onto a nearby table, wrapped both arms around me and kissed me hard, with all the emotion he felt pouring through him and into me. I swayed under the onslaught of that incredible kiss, trying to decipher the maelstrom of emotion flooding over me, but unable to identify anything other than lust and greed out of the whirlpool of sensation sucking me into its depth. I knew there was more there, that it wasn't just the hopefulness of my heart making me imagine it – but every time I thought to grab at the threads of emotion sweeping by, they eluded me, until I finally gave up and just reveled in this fantastic, body-rocking kiss that left me weak-kneed and dizzy. When he finally pulled his lips from mine, resting his forehead against my temple, I realized Jamie was still there, unabashedly watching our passionate exchange. He had a smile on his face, and gave me a quick wink and a thumbs-up before clearing his throat and stating that if we tried that one again, he'd be forced to dry mop the windows to clear off the steam. -Good, I whimpered, holding my lover tightly to me, willing time to stop and let me have this moment forever. Clearing his throat and unobtrusively adjusting the front of his jeans, Trey slid his arm around me, picked up the basket, and herded me out the door, around the back, and into his waiting truck, smiling at my blush of embarrassment at how his truck now smelled of my passion, courtesy of his ministrations the day before. Placing the basket on the back seat, he picked up my hand, kissed my fingers, and rested our joined hands on the console, simply staring for a few moments at our entwined fingers. I, too, stared, loving the look of my light skin against his so dark, the length and strength of his fingers far outweighing mine, yet both of us stroking, touching, caressing each other, hungry for contact and quite unwilling to surrender even this little bit of sensation. Unable to hold it in any longer, I looked at this amazing man, looked at our joined hands, and spoke what was in my heart and had been for years now. -I love you, I murmured, feeling both tension and relief that it was now in the open. -I know, he responded quietly, squeezing my hand, and my heart, when he simply reached over, turned the truck on and drove out of the parking lot, still stroking the back of my hand with the pad of his thumb. I stared out the window as Trey drove, not sure where we were going, and not really caring. I had a few more precious moments with my dark lover, and it was both a relief and a torment to have them. I was relieved, hoping against hope to find some way to stretch the minutes out to days, weeks, years. And I was tormented for knowing it was all going to end, soon, and there was not a thing I could do about it. Once again my mind pondered briefly on the fact that I may well be carrying this man's child, but in delightful torment I refused to linger on the thought. If I were lucky enough to be carrying his child, I would shower it with the love I was unable to bestow on its father, regardless of the consequences to my marriage and my current life. With a start, I realized that we had stopped. Apparently we had been sitting here for some time, because when I looked over at Trey, he was leaning against the steering wheel, watching me, an unreadable expression on his face. Quick as a flash it was gone, making me wonder if I'd only imagined the intensity of it. -I asked Jamie for a good place to take you, someplace to be alone, just the two of us, where it would be just us in the world, Trey quietly spoke. This is where he suggested we go. I looked around, catching my breath at the incredible scenery laid out before us. There were snow-capped mountains rising in the distance, a vague, hazy purple against the deep blue sky. Puffy white clouds provided the perfect backdrop for the lone tree gracing the middle of the field in front of us, which in turn cast its shade over rich red rock formations. Wildflowers tossed their head on the breezes blowing through this hidden valley, and birds chirped all around us, welcoming us to this haven. Reaching for my door, I started to get out, but Trey placed his hand over mine, silently imploring that I stop. -I want to do this my way, he murmured, that intense look slipping over his face once again too quickly for me to identify. With a small, shy smile, I acquiesced, my heart hammering as my knight in shining armor once again set out to charm his lady. When he opened my door, helping me down as carefully as if I were made of spun glass, and procured a bouquet of wildflowers, my eyes filled with tears. This man was a once-in –a-lifetime deal, and I wasn't free to have him. My love for him was a double-edged sword, cutting through my very heart and blinding me with its brilliance. Snagging the basket, Trey took my hand and led me off to the shade under that huge old tree, spreading out the blanket before drawing me to his arms and kissing me, stroking me, caressing me. His hand brushed my neck, the sides of my breasts, my hips. My nipples swelled in response to the excitement of his familiar touch, while my blood thrummed through my veins, threatening to make the world spin around me as I struggled for breath. I couldn't stop touching him, my hands everywhere—his neck, his head, slipping over his cheeks, holding his face while I ravaged his mouth. I stroked his shoulders, caressed his chest, scored my nails over the muscles of his back. I slipped my hands under his shirt, gasping at the warmth of his skin, the smooth strength of his body, and its relentless pull on my own. Breathless, moaning, I whimpered when he pulled away, feeling cold and lost without his touch until he finessed me backward onto the red checked cloth. We lay there for precious moments, touching, kissing, murmuring sweet sounds without meaning, both of us agonizing over his looming departure. With a gasp he tore his mouth from mine and rested his forehead against me, struggling to control his ragged breathing. I could feel his heart pounding against my breast and his hard length press into my thigh. Shutting my eyes, I willed this moment to never end. -It'd be a shame to waste all this food Jamie got together for us, Trey whispered against my lips, his tongue stroking their perimeter and making my stomach tremble. Besides, I wanted to do something special for you, give us both one perfect memory.... He stopped there, cursing himself for the tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to turn my head away, hating myself for not being able to control it around him, but he softly cupped my cheek, turning my eyes back to his. Trey Ch. 06 -No, don't do that. Don't turn away from me. Not now, not ever. Even when it hurts, let me know it babe. Give me that, at least. With a sob, I buried my face in his neck, holding onto him for dear life as the storm surged through me, all my frustration and fear and uncertainty racing through me and leaving me spent and trembling, quivering against my lover's chest. Softly, lovingly, he caressed me, soothing me, comforting me as only he could. How could I give this man up? How could I watch in just two days' time as he walked out of my door and back into his own life, leaving me to wallow helplessly in mine? Resentful, I cursed the powers that be which had led me to his man long after I was free to be his. In the past week I had begun to seriously question my marriage, my morals, my sanity. I had come to realize the complacency of my life with my husband, and yearned instead for a life with this man who had shown me the depths of my soul and the heights of passion in little more than a handful of days. When my sniffles had subsided and my breathing evened, he sat me beside him, keeping an arm around me at all times while he got out our assortment of baked goods, both of us oohing and ahhing over Jamie's selection of delights intended for a sexy afternoon interlude. From whipped cream and strawberries to flaky pastries, chilled champagne to chocolate sauce, Jamie had packed a picnic worthy of the most sinful of delights, both of the palate and the eye. Oh, how Trey's eyes were riveted on my mouth as I swirled the filling out of a dreamy, creamy pastry. Reaching his hand around my neck, he pulled me to him, flicking his tongue out to lift the gooey creamy stuff off the edge of my lip, growling at my mewl of impassioned delight. Leaning me back in his arm, he dipped a finger in the chocolate sauce and ran it over my neck, bending forward and licking-sucking-nipping it off my skin, leaving me reddened and bruised with the force of his efforts. And breathless. Oh, how breathless. Seeing the heat in my eyes, that passion for him that I had no hope of controlling, along with the love that I had already declared, he sat up and pulled me onto him, burying his face in the curve of my chest as I straddled his legs. After several long, quaking breaths he straightened up, holding me there when I started to move. -No, stay, he pleaded. Right here. Right where you belong. Curling my arms around him, I held him to me, softly rocking, trying to comfort him as he had me earlier. -Close your eyes, he murmured. -Why, I asked. I want to see you, want to memorize every part of you. -Please, he implored, his voice quavering slightly. Please. I have something for you. I hope it's ok.... He stumbled, something new for this sexy, confident man. This alone touched me to the core, bidding me to close my eyes as my lover had requested, willing and ready to do anything for this man. With a gasp, I felt something cold settle between my breasts. Involuntarily I arched my back, thrusting my chest out, tipping my head back. He moaned. -That's sexy, he whispered, fingertips blazing a trail of heat along my pale skin. Ok, he said, you can open up now. Looking down, I was captivated by the sparkling silver Celtic cross adorning the valley between my breasts, suspended there by a glittering silver chain. The ring adorning the cross was in the form of a two dragons, entwined together. Pleasure coursed through me, and admiration of a man who had taken the time to listen to me, to know me, to want to please me so. Trey knew of my love of Celtic jewelry, my fascination with the mythical and knightly realm, and had even gone so far as to ensure that he chose silver, knowing it would lie against my skin much more favorably than would any grade of gold. Tugging at the low neckline of my tank top, Trey lifted his head, peering at the glitter of metal on skin. -I can't see it right, he complained, tugging my neckline lower yet, grinning cheekily at me, a ridiculously hopeful expression on his face, his boyish smile squeezing a fist around my heart. -Then here, I exclaimed, whipping off the offending garment, the light dappling my body through the leaves of our tree, sunshine chasing shadows as his hands swept over me, cupping my breasts, hefting their weight, admiring the sparkle of silver between those milky white orbs. Neither of us noticed the wind coming up, sunlight flirting through the clouds. We were wrapped up in each other, in our solitude, in our togetherness here at the edge of the world. -Thank you, I murmured, lost in the vision of his dark skin cupping my white flesh which cradled that silver medallion. He heard the roughness in my voice, understood the reason, pulled me down onto his chest and kissed me, hand cupped at the back of my head, holding me to him. -That, he murmured, isn't just a piece of jewelry. It's a promise. Me to you. Whenever you see that, I want you to remember me, remember this, remember us. You keep telling me that I own you. Well baby, you own me too. What you're holding there, keeping warm between those sexy breasts, is a piece of me. That's my promise that I'm yours. That's my heart. Don't ever lose it. By the time Trey finished speaking, my tears were once again trickling down to cover his chest. Sobbing, I pressed my face to him, aching yet exuberant. Moaning, he cradled my face in his hands and shifted me up to where he could kiss me, murmuring over and over between hot, sexy kisses that he hadn't meant to make me cry, that he had hoped I would like it, he was sorry, so sorry, he never should have done it, he just wanted to give me something to think of him by, that a ring would have been too hard to explain... Frantically I kissed and caressed him, trying so hard to explain how perfect it was, how much it meant, how totally and completely I belonged to him. I whispered my love, over and over, my hands caressing him, the silver cross pressed tightly between our hearts, warming with the heat of our passion. With a crack of thunder, the heavens opened and rain showered down upon us, soaking us in an instant. Wind whipped through my hair, tearing it free of its upswept style and sending it cascading over my shoulders and across my lover's skin in a wet, sensuous caress. My jeans were thoroughly drenched, as were Trey's, rendering them near worthless and adding to the intimacy of our position. Pushing me upright, Trey reached up and began to undo the buttons of my jeans, neither one of us considering for an instant the thought of abandoning our picnic. As the wind whooshed through the leaves and danced in my hair, I raised my arms over my head, arching my back, tautening my stomach and offering my torso up to the gods of weather and wetness, laughing in glee at the feel of cool raindrops sliding down my heated skin. Lighting glittered off my silver chain and rain beaded on the tips of my hard nipples before cascading down to soak my denim covering. Trey's hands felt like fire on the wet skin of my waist as he tore at my jeans, growling in combined frustration and raging passion. Streaking his hands up to my breasts he gripped them, pinched them, squeezed them, moaning in response to my hoarse cry of need. Flipping me over he now loomed over me and ripped my jeans down my legs to toss them aside, sliding his hands up my legs to grasp my hips and pull me to him, legs spread wide and chest heaving. I surged up, curling into him, ripping at his clothes, snarling in pleasure when I heard fabric tear. I nipped his neck, bit at his chest, howled in fury when his hand fisted in my hair and kept me from him, held me, aching and frustrated, just out of his reach. Pushing me backward, he held me against the ground with one strong hand, keeping me there, easily subduing my struggles as he slid out of the rest of his clothing, tossing it aside, neither of us caring about anything other than the frenzied fuck we were engaged in. Mud spattered against me as the rain poured down, pounding the ground around us, hammering our exposed skin. Nipping, biting, pinching, groaning we surged against each other, rolling though the mud, snarling and screaming as the storm pushed our emotions higher and higher. I rode him, scratching him with my nails, his fingers pinching and pulling at my rock-hard nipples. He rode me, my legs on his shoulders, his dick pounding ever deeper into my stretched and aching pussy, his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air and sending me into spasms of pure delight, my cunt clamping hard around his throbbing cock. Many times in the past days we had made love. Many more times we had fucked. This was neither of those two actions. This was primal, animalistic, shattering in its emotional impact. This was rough, sheer raw sex, the kind that will draw two people even closer together, or break them apart. It should have been telling that it just brought us even closer together. I couldn't get enough of this man. My nails raked furrows down the length of his strong, undulating back, gripped deep into the muscles of his tight ass, and scraped hard over the bunched power of his strong shoulders. My teeth nipped his ear, nuzzled his neck, bit at his chest and stung his shoulder. I screamed out my lust, my love, my frustration at our inevitable separation. My voice grew hoarse as I chanted his name, over and over, screams of passion mingled with the wet slap of skin on naked skin in the most primal, forceful fucking I could ever have imagined. Every woman should experience this kind of sex at least once in her life, as it is both enervating and humbling at the same time, to be introduced to this most rudimentary level of sensation. Trey was as caught up in the wicked, wild storm as I was, each peal of thunder echoing the pounding of our hearts, the sizzle of our nerve endings, the sharp slap of desire daring us to go farther, to test the limits of civilized sex, and push beyond. My head strung where he'd pulled my hair and my neck throbbed where he'd abraded me with teeth and tongue. My nipples, pebbled from the cold, were sore from his attentions, where he'd licked and sucked and nipped me until I thought I was going to go mad with the combination of pain and pleasure. I was sure to have bruises on those creamy white orbs from where he'd pinched and twisted my skin, gripping me tightly, handling me roughly. When he straddled my stomach and held my breasts together in one hand while spanking them with the other, I nearly threw him off me as my back arched and my heels drummed the earth, a violently hard climax searing through me, a scream of pleasure/pain echoing off the mountains. Riding me, rocking against me, he shoved his throbbing black dick between those soft white tits now reddened with his hand and finger prints, the rain acting as a natural lubricant for him to tit-fuck me. Squeezing my nipples, tugging them, twisting and pinching them, he engulfed his long, thick cock in my ample white flesh, my warmth surrounding him, pillowing him, squeezing him. His head rubbed against my neck as I tipped my head up to watch him slide in and out of my cleavage tunnel. Opening my mouth I flicked my tongue over the head, stiffening my tongue and offering resistance to his invasion, making him push harder against me if he wanted to fill my mouth. Relinquishing my nipples, he slid his hand around my throat, watching the fire in my eyes stoke higher as he squeezed gently, making me choke, knowing I trusted him to stop short of damaging me. When I dragged the edge of my teeth over the ridge of his head, he slipped back onto his heels, flipped me over onto my stomach and pressed on my back while he paddled my ass with his hand until I was sobbing and howling, writhing in agony in the mud. Pushing me up onto my knees, tits still pressed firmly against the muddy ground, he slammed his dick into me, hard, fast and deep, giving me no time to prepare. I came hard, gushing, screaming, babbling incoherently as he stretched me deep, filling me completely on that first stroke, my cream pouring over both of us as he nipped my shoulder and growled in pleasure. Oh, how he loved feeling me tighten and shiver around him, my cunt caressing him, my body quaking from his touch, his voice, his ministrations. Inevitably the feel of my body surrendering to his in this most intimate of ways made him tighten up and fill me with that life-giving cream, his tortured whimper of my name shoving me hard over the edge of reason and sending me on a headlong dive into pure pleasure, where nothing existed except my man and me. I no longer felt the rain, the wind, the elemental cry of nature slamming through my body. I existed solely for my mate, for his pleasure, for his thirst, for his hunger. I was his as he was mine, the focus of our world expanding no further than the immediate air surrounding us. Everything else ceased to exist as we strove to pleasure each other and ourselves in this most primitive of ways. Gradually the storm subsided, inside and out. As the wind whimpered into a breeze and the torrent of rain simpered into a droplet, we returned to awareness to find ourselves mud-splattered, bruised and abraded. Twigs were tangled in my hair, leaves were plastered to his back. Still gasping for breath, we looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh, both a little embarrassed at how little control we'd had. When the wet, sodden picnic cloth proved useless to clean with, we used our fingers, scraping mud off each other, secretly delighting in the feel of firm flesh pressed under the edges of fingers. Trey took his time cleaning my breasts, as I took my own time cleaning his dear, sweet face. When most of the mud was gone, Trey reached over and took out a bottle of water from the depths of the sodden basket. Urging me to my knees, he had me pose, legs spread, arms uplifted, hands tangled in my hair, as he poured water over me, watching it eddy and swirl over my white skin, whorls of mud vanishing into a new puddle between my legs where the water dripped from my swollen, aching, hungry, cream-filled pussy. Holding the lip of the bottle to the rim of my nipple, he watched as the tepid water coursed over me, burbling its way along my body, the light tickle of it cascading over my clit making me bite back a moan, the body exhausted from our intense fucking, but the mind wide awake and willing to experience ever more with this incredible man. Lifting the bottle slightly, he poured water over my neck, between my breasts, down my back, moaning as the clear fluid washed away the mud and displayed the marks of his passion all over my body. Pulling me to him, he pressed his long, strong length against me, wrapping me in his arms and holding me close, murmuring senseless sounds against my ear, lightly rocking me, our bodies entwined in the same manner as the dragons gracing my cross. I felt his hand slide along my ribs, over my hips, his spent cock nestling against my smooth pussy, rubbing gently with no intention of gaining entry, more just a soothing press of skin to skin. One hand crept up my back to cradle my head, while the other slipped down over my ass, the long fingers easily tucking under me, tickling me intimately, fingertips barely brushing against me as he softly stroked me, feeling his cream and mine leaking out of my swollen, abused pussy. Even this ever-so-light touch had me biting my lip in pleasure, struggling to control the responsiveness of a body that was no longer mine to control. Slowly, softly he stroked me, brushing lightly over the sensitized folds of dewy wet skin, making me tremble and seep more moisture onto his long, dark fingers. Hearing my muffled cries of rising passion, he nudged me over against the smooth bark of our protective tree, slipping his questing hand around the curve of my hip so he could stroke the full length of my weeping slit, gently spreading my moisture all around. When I whimpered into his mouth, he nibbled a kiss at my lips, murmuring that he wasn't sure he was up to it—but he'd make sure his lady was taken care of, as always. With a devilish grin he scooted back, and holding me against the tree, slipped the empty water bottle over the folds of my pussy, the ridges of plastic bumping and grinding against my clit, making me quiver and shake in sensuous excitement. -No, I whimpered, reaching for him. I want you. -I can't right now, darlin', he whispered. But you can. With that he angled the plastic bottle against me, and working it, coating it with the mixture of our moisture, pressing persistently, he slid that bottle into me, stretching my swollen pussy around it until I felt it slip all the way inside of me, each bump and ridge pressed firmly into my skin. My breath stopped completely, then started again with a gasping whoosh as he slowly, gently moved that bottle in and out of me, feeling me respond to the erotic sensations pulsing through my aching body. As helpless as the tide, I responded to the magic of his touch, the devious eroticism of his sensuous nature. Rocking my hips, I rode that plastic bottle, gradually taking it faster, harder, deeper, until I was fucking his fingers and the bottle, feeling it press deep into me on every stroke, gasping at the kinky picture he painted for me with that warm, smooth voice. He held me against the tree with one hand, using the other to work me on that water bottle, watching it cleave me in two, his voice hoarse as he admitted he'd never be able to drink bottled water again without picturing this. He made me feel sexy, cherished, desired and loved, all with his warm brown eyes and his sweet, sweet words while he enticed me to ride that imaginary cock. Whimpering, thrashing as much as my exhausted body allowed, I begged and pleaded for him to remove the bottle and fuck me with his big black dick, whining that I needed to feel him inside me, that I wanted it to be his girth spreading me, his length stretching me, his cum filling me. I admitted that I loved how incredibly sexy I felt, riding this bottle and coating it with my creamy juices, but it was his cock I craved, his touch I thrilled to, his cum I needed so desperately. -I can't, he whispered, grinning devilishly at me. -Please, I begged, please Trey, please take me, use me, own me. This is sexy, wickedly erotic –but it's not you. You're what I need. What I crave. You are the only thing that will ever satisfy me. You've stretched my pussy, made it fit only you, addicted me to your cum, made me ache to hear your voice, experience your touch, do anything that you want. I need you. Please baby, I whimpered, fuck me now. Love me. Please, Trey.... -Mmmm, with that kind of incentive, maybe I can, he whispered, snatching the ribbed bottle from my pussy and impaling me on his black dick in one long, smooth stroke. I exploded. My cream splashed everywhere, coating him, me, and the tree he pressed me into as he leaned into me, pressing deep, driving his cock way up in me, spearing me on his substantial length, holding still as I churned and creamed around him, my orgasm triggering his, that one long stroke all it took to pleasure us both, as we both found our release, holding each other tight, trembling with the brunt of this total submission to each other.... When it was over I leaned against him, panting, raw, sweaty—and exhilarated. I reached up to trace a finger over my silver chain, knowing that this one piece of jewelry meant more to me than any other I had ever owned. Feeling the brush of my hand along his skin, Trey opened his eyes and watched as I caressed his gift, a smile on my face and my heart in my eyes. Kissing the tip of my nose, he seemed about to say something, then changed his mind and silently helped me gather our belongings. Both of us shuddered in distaste at the thought of putting on our cold, wet clothes, but had no choice. Making the best of it, we teased each other about the situation, interspersing taunts with kisses. Yet the knowledge of us upcoming departure was never far from our minds, and we wondered if what had blossomed to beauty between us would survive the dark, lonely days until his return. And even then, given my marriage and his booming business, what would happen to us? Trey Ch. 06 Finally, knowing we could put it off no longer, we climbed back in his truck and headed back to reality, both of us silently swearing to find more days like this, more ways to be together. It was a quiet trip back to Jamie's bakery. We clasped our hands together the entire way, having become dependent on this simple contact as a way to keep our anguish at bay. Damp, disheveled and still showing evidence of our romp in the mud, we walked into Romano's, Trey's arm around me and the sodden basket swinging from my fingertips. Taking one look at our discolored clothes and my drowned-rat hairdo, Jamie bit his tongue to keep from laughing. And ever the gentleman, he avoided the obvious display of my outthrust nipples in my damp, dirty tank top. His gaze, however, stopped abruptly at the sight of the silver chain looping down between my breasts, and shot an almost imperceptible glance at Trey. Stepping forward, he slid his fingers under the gleam of silver, drawing it from between my breasts, the metal warm and shiny against his skin. -Well, what have we here, he asked, setting the cross in motion, the overhead lights catching the design and sending a rainbow of color shooting around the room. -Isn't it beautiful, I murmured, still awed at Trey's perception. I lifted my head and looked into Jamie's eyes. He's giving me a piece of his heart, for the piece of mine he's stolen, I whispered, knowing Jamie would understand. Jamie stood there, silently, searching my eyes. Having been my confidante for so long, he was well aware of the problems of my marriage, yet he had watched me cherish those vows for many years, determined not to make the mistakes of friends who changed spouses like most people changed their underwear. He knew that I'd had growing feelings for Trey for a long time, had felt that undeniable chemistry years ago. He had held me through the first storms of guilt when Trey and I first indulged in talking sexy on the phone, and later through our web cams. He knew that if I were so blatantly wearing the mark of another man, then I had come to a decision about my life, whether I was consciously aware of it or not. Lifting a hand to my cheek, he stroked a caring thumb across the smudge of dirt adorning me there. -Oh babe, he murmured. If you're happy, then I'm happy for you. You've needed this for a long, long time. -No one has ever made me happier, I whispered, tears filling my eyes as my lips trembled a smile. Turning with me in his loose, brotherly embrace, he reached across to shake Trey's hand, as if welcoming him into the fold, which in essence, he was. Solemnly Trey held his gaze, unspoken words thickening the air between them, charge of my protection handed from one man to the other with nary a word spoken. Gently Trey reached down, took my hand, and drew me to his side. His arm slid around me, his kiss brushed my temple, and my sigh of contentment told more than any words could say. Taking it all in with the most thoughtful of expressions on his face, Jamie smiled, walked to the cooler and broke out another bottle of champagne, declaring that such strength of emotion in such a storm-tossed world was surely worthy of a toast. Breaking the seal and shooting the cork, the three of us laughed as foam sprayed everywhere, drenching the counter, spraying the floor, and soaking into still-damp clothing. Rolling his eyes at the mess he'd made, Jamie hustled to the kitchen in search of towels and cleaner. -Y'know, we'd really ought to get out of these filthy clothes, Trey breathed into my ear, that soft, sexy tone shooting sparklers off inside of me. Wrapping both arms low around my waist, he leaned into me, bending me back over the counter, pressing his hips sweetly into mine. Raising one leg to curl it around his hip, I leaned back even further, pulling his face down to mine, rocking gently against him, the wet seam of my jeans sweeping back and forth along the fold of his zipper. Slowly, sweetly, I reached up and kissed him, nibbling along his lips, licking and tasting his warm, smooth skin. The fire burned in my eyes as he splayed one hand across my back and ran the other along the curve of my hip and down the length of my leg, his touch igniting wanton fires of unquenchable need deep within me. Snuggling me closer to him, he slid his hand up my waist, over the curve of my breast, across my throbbing nipple, and under the chain of my cross. Tugging it out from under my shirt, he slid it over my pebbled skin, making my breath hiss and my hips rock. Glancing down, he murmured that the metal had dulled, where mud has splattered it—but he knew the perfect way to clean it off. Grinning at me in a way that made my toes curl, he blindly reached for the abandoned bottle of champagne, measuring Jamie's noisy search for cleaning equipment and silently betting that he had enough time to get me again. In one smooth, calculated motion, he tipped the bottle against my collarbone, cleaning the supposedly dirty metal and rendering my dingy tank top transparent in one smooth move. His eyes were glued to the vision of my clothed breasts being completely exposed to him, and my back arched in shock and delight at his daring action. Leaning down he feasted on me, slurping champagne from the valley between my breasts before suckling it off my diamond-hard nipples, his cock twitching and swelling at my gasps and moans of pleasure. Tipping the bottle again, he slipped the rim of it into the waistband of my jeans, watching the slowly drying denim darken as it flowed across my abdomen and down over my pulsating slit, the shock of cold liquid on hot skin making my breath whistle through my teeth. Hearing footsteps heading our way, Trey slid the bottle from my pants and rubbed against my denim-clad pussy, murmuring in my ear that he knew another part of me that needed to be cleaned out as well, and had the perfect tool to do it. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me through the shop, our laughter trailing behind us. When Jamie stepped out of the kitchen, he saw the front door sliding shut, the champagne bottle gone, and Trey and I nowhere to be found. After rolling his eyes, he started to mop up the mess, whistling to himself and smiling at the remembered pleasure on my face when Trey held me in his arms, our feelings for one another apparent in our every move. Thinking once again of the missing bottle, Jamie shook his head, laughingly chastising himself that he was probably better off not imagining the many uses we would probably find for that cool green glass... Trey Ch. 07 In case my husband happened to notice my new jewelry, I had constructed a brief, believable story about having discovered a new, online Celtic store where I had purchased my necklace. But as I had rather expected, he heeded neither me nor my medallion. I, however, couldn't keep my hands off it, stroking it constantly, sliding my finger along the sparkling silver chain, or rubbing the edge of the cross along the length of my lower lip. My thoughts were constantly centered around Trey, as my fingers constantly caressed the gift he had given me. Somehow we had managed to get cleaned up that afternoon before my husband got home, with Trey even managing to make it look like he'd just walked in the door himself. Ever oblivious to his wife of 17 years, my husband headed straight back to his home office to boot up his personal computer and do who knew what. He never once questioned my wet hair, silver chain, or dreamy smile. Feeling loved and desired even while fighting of the anguish of Trey's ever-looming departure, I turned on the kitchen radio and bumped and grinded my way through dinner preparations, hands easily mixing and tossing ingredients, wondering if Trey would realize with every bite that I had prepared this for him, that my fingers had added this touch or that, in hopes of pleasing his palate as well as I seemed to be pleasing his sexual appetite. Gasping a silent laugh, I raised my hands and rocked my hips, singing along with Madonna's offer to dress up her lover. A startled squeal squeaked through my lips when I felt Trey's body press up against mine, his hands sliding over my waist, along my ribs and up my arms 'til he held them there, fingers folded over mine, dirty dancing me right there in my kitchen with my husband just down the hall. I moaned, loving the feel of him against me, before he spun me around and pulled me close, mouthing the words to the song against my lips as his hands skimmed along my quivering length. Unthinkingly I slid my hands around his neck, holding him close, gasping at the repeated brush of lip against lip. The sound of my husband's step in the hall had us breaking apart, Trey to the sink where he reached for a glass, and me to the counter where I slid my hands back into the mix for the chicken coating. A quick smile at Trey turned into a horrified stare as I saw the clearly defined outline of my hands on Trey's satiny blue basketball shirt. In an instant I died a thousand deaths, but while my mind shrieked in fear, my body flew into action. As my husband stepped into the room, I stepped behind Trey and slapped at his back, before stepping forcefully onto the imaginary bug I'd just brushed off him and killed. Far from realizing the true nature of things between his best friend and I, my husband praised my quick action. Dinner was a quiet affair that night, Trey and I both exhausted from our romp in the rain, as well as our sexy interlude with the champagne bottle when we got back home. We still tangled our legs under the table, but were able to keep our hands apart for once. After dinner we all went into the den to watch a movie, the three of us quiet and content. When the movie ended, Trey and I cleaned up while my husband headed down the hall. With a quick peck on his sexy lips, I whispered that if he was going to be for another twenty minutes, I'd meet him outside –then I headed down the hall to my bedroom, feigning interest in a book until my husband snored his way into oblivion. Slipping soundlessly out of the bed, I slid into my trusty sweats and a t-shirt, tiptoed to the door and slipped through it without a sound. Closing it quietly, I paused outside the door to Trey's room, but there was no light or sound to indicate that he was still awake. Hoping against hope, I crept down the hallway and out the French balcony doors, closing them soundlessly behind me. Turning, I muffled a scream as I bounced off Trey's chest, his hands reaching up to grasp me as my knees buckled. Laughing at my own fright, I rested my head against his neck before taking his hand and leading him across the lawn and under the apple tree where I'd wiled away hours talking with him on the phone and obeying his every erotic command as we'd shared late-night sessions of phone sex. With a quick kiss on his lips, my tongue tasting his ever so briefly, I explained that all those times he'd had me undress and finger my wet pussy to the sound of his deep, thrilling voice, this was where I'd done it—right here, under this tree, gazing up at the stars and wishing so badly that he were there with me, on me, in me. This, right here, was my spot – his spot – our spot. And right here, in the sweet green grass, under our tree and gazing up at the stars, I needed him to hold me, just hold me, so I could have this memory when time came for him to leave. Wrapping those strong, safe arms around me, Trey informed me that even though we were both exhausted from our loving during the day, if we laid down in that spot and curled up together, we were sure to end up fucking yet again. Grasping my hips in his big hands, he ground against me, letting me feel his thickening cock, muttering that he was halfway ready already, that he couldn't seem to get enough of me. I moaned in delighted response. Even as satiated and peaceful as I felt, my body still quickened at his touch, my heart still raced at the sound of his sexy voice. I refused to let my mind dwell on the fact that he was leaving, and instead focused on the fact that he was here, with me, close enough to touch, taste and kiss – and I was hellbent to do all three. Taking his hand, I tugged him down to the grass with me. He sprawled out, pillowed his hand behind his head and curled me up into his arm, my head on his shoulder. My fingers idly traced the logo on his shirt while I listened to his heartbeat under my ear, more peacefully content than I could ever remember being. -So this is it, huh, he murmured. Startled by his soft whisper in the quiet night air, I jumped, making him laugh. Oh, how that sweet, sexy sound rolled over my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms. -This is what, I gasped when I was finally able to breathe again. -This is where you are when you do all those sexy things for me on the phone? -Yeah, I blushed. Right here...with the stars up above and the crickets watching. -Cool. He stroked my arm, one lazy finger sliding up and down, caressing me, holding me, loving me. -Show me, he said, turning those molten chocolate eyes on me. -Show you what, I stammered, beginning to get nervous. -Show me how you do it – how you lay here, talking to me, doing all those sexy things we do. Show me what it looks like when you're pulling on your nipples, licking and sucking them, making me all hard and hot on the other end of the line. Let me see it. I stared at him, torn between lust and fear. Yes, this man had seen me naked and done incredible things to my more-than-willing body – but now he was asking me to let him watch while I pleasured myself. This was a totally different thing. This was something very private, and while we'd even done "private" things in public very recently, this was personal. I wanted to tell him no, and even opened my mouth to do just that – but he just slipped his fingers into my hair and cradled my head against him, and I was lost. There was nothing I could, or would, deny this man. Feeling my shoulders tense, he rubbed the nape of my neck, soothing me. -I just want to picture this, in my mind, the next time we talk. I want to close my eyes, picture you here, see what you're doing in my mind as I'm listening to you cum. As I'm stroking me, I want to remember your fingers stroking you. One of these days I'll get you on video, but for now this will have to do. Please? For me? At his quiet entreaty, any lingering discomfort I may have felt disappeared. This man had given me so much, both physically and emotionally – this was the least I could do to try to repay him. And honestly, the thought of him eventually taping me, and hopefully us, got me wet in an instant. I was coming to realize I had some latent exhibitionist streak heretofore undiscovered! With a quick gulp of imaginary courage, I rolled into a sitting position and tugged my shirt off, the cool night air caressing my nipples into bullets of arousal. The neighbor's yard light lit my profile, and Trey's sharply indrawn breath made my heart race. Quickly I slipped out of my sweatpants, shivering as my naked flesh came in contact with the dew-laden grass. I tried to roll back into Trey's arms, but he wouldn't let me hide like that. Gently pushing my shoulder, he leaned me back onto the grass, stroking his hand along my side, up and down, up and down, soothing me. Finally, when he realized my shivers of cold had turned to shivers of passion, he sat back, leaned against the tree, and motioned for me to start. I balked. How was I supposed to do this? This, this most personal thing? I could feel my cheeks flush as I struggled to figure out a way to start this. Trey, ever in tune with my emotions, took care of me yet again. -Don't fight it. Just close your eyes, imagine we're on the phone. Listen to my voice. Yeah, that's it, he murmured, watching as my back arched to his sexy, velvet-smooth voice. So, he continued the charade, what's my sexy little fuckslave wearing? -Me, I whispered, getting into it, so well-practiced from our years of doing this, falling so easily into the smooth, rich sound of his voice. I'm not wearing anything, just as master commanded. -Mmmm...perfect. How's the weather, pet? -Soft breeze blowing across my nipples, stars illuminating me to anyone who cares to look...would you like them looking, master? -Slave, the question is, would you like them looking? -Yes, I whispered, raising my arms above my head, arching my back and spreading my legs slightly. I'd love them to watch what you do to me, but more than that I'd love them to watch you do me, I whimpered softly in frustration, the breeze blowing across me making me ache to touch myself. I knew better than to touch myself before being given permission however, and although sometimes I disobeyed Trey's commands just so he could find new and inventive ways to punish me, tonight was for his pleasure and I wanted to give him some sexy, sensuous memories of me to cherish when the nights were long and lonely. Dropping down on his elbow, leaning over close enough that I could feel his breath across my neck, he whispered in my ear, that sexy murmur driving me insane. -Rub your fingers over your skin, like I'd do if I was there. Yeah, that's it, he smiled, watching as my fingers slid over my throat, down the sides of my breasts, across my waist and along my flank. -Use your nails, he whispered. With a hiss of pleasure/pain, I scraped my nails along my own skin, realizing this must be what he felt when I dug those claws into his flesh in the throes of passion. Moaning at the thought, I scratched light furrows across my skin, leaving faint red trails over that smooth white flesh. I heard Trey's breath hiss through his teeth, which made me arch my back in pleasure. I spread my legs, lightly scoring the tender skin of my pale thighs. The moon and starlight glistened on the wetness so evident on my soft, smooth pussy, the lips already swollen and open in silent invitation. -Mmmm, he murmured in approval. Sexxxy. Now slide those fingers over my wet little pussy. I spread my legs further, raised my hips and reached one hand under me to spread my inner folds, exposing me completely to my lover's gaze while my questing fingers slid slowly up and down my weeping slit. I moaned at this torment, wanting so badly to stuff something up my pussy, but knowing that Trey was finding pleasure in my display, I bit my tongue and struggled to keep this at his pace. -Good girl, he whispered, breaking out of role and stroking tendrils of hair back from my forehead. Slipping his hand down my cheek, he grazed his fingers over my neck, feeling the erratic thrum of my pulse beating there. Over my quivering stomach his fingers trailed, barely caressing me, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Twining his fingers with mine, he rubbed our hands up and down, up and down, knowing how often I'd begged him to do this during our phone sex sessions. Oh, how I craved his touch on me then, and as I had it now, it was even better than I could have imagined. Slipping his hand from mine, he left a trail of juices along the curve of my hip as he lifted his fingers to his nose, sniffing them, taking me back in an instant to his revelation that the first night he'd touched me, there in the living room, feeling my juices coat his fingers when he made me come and then went to bed, his hand curled up by his nose so he could smell me still, imagining me there beside him, his cock hard and ready as it rubbed against the blankets while he fucked me in his dreams. My entire center went liquid at this thought, this vision, this suddenly crystal-clear knowledge. And still my fingers rubbed my wet, aching slit, ever so slowly, tantalizing, tormenting, making me ache with longing even while I so willingly succumbed to the wordless commands of my black lover, this man who owned my heart, my body, my very soul. Trey watched me, eyes glittering in anticipation of my impending orgasm. He so accurately gauged my reactions, knowing that this soft, slight touch was sure to make me howl with pleasure when he finally allowed me to cum. -Pinch your nipple, he commanded. With a sigh of frustration at the departure of my slippery fingers from my hungry pussy, I lifted dripping fingers to my soft, full breast. Tweaking the firm nubbin of flesh between thumb and forefinger, I lightly twisted and pulled, feeling the fullness of my breast bounce and jiggle in reaction to my manipulations. This bobbling made me moan, and twist and tug just a little bit harder, cycling through this process until my fingers had pinched my nipple to the point of pleasure/pain and I was roughly shaking it back and forth, gasping at the sensations this produced in my aching pussy. My hips twisted and rocked in response to the sensations shooting through my breast. Letting go of the nipple, I grasped what I could of my silky white orb and smoothed it upward, offering my hardened nipple to the lips of my lover, hoping against hope that he would break role again, and ravage me with his tongue and teeth. -Coat it with your juice, Trey commanded, smiling at me. Whimpering in frustration, I reached down, slipped my fingers into my hot, wet, churning pussy and scooped up a handful of my cream. Moaning at the feel of my fingers inside that hot, wet tunnel even for an instant, I shivered at the friction of pulling those fingers back out. Looking into his eyes, I watched him as he devoured the sight of my pouring my pussy juices over my breast, cream spilling off my fingers to engulf my nipple before sliding down the sides of my breast and over the skin of rib and chest. -Rub it in, he demanded, his voice gravelly now. My smile of triumph at his reaction changed to a muffled squeal of pleasure at the feel of my slippery fingers caressing that soft white skin and the hardened nubbin cresting it. My head thrashed on the ground as I pinched, pulled, tweaked and even smacked my own flesh, lost in pleasure at the fireworks threatening to explode inside of me, detonations setting off in my breast and quickly building in my thoroughly aroused, still-splayed pussy. I could feel those creamy juices gushing down over the fingers that still held me open to my lover's gaze. -Mmmm, he moaned, stroking his visibly hard cock through his clothing, knowing how much that got to me. Now taste it. With a gasp of pure animal lust, I hefted the weight of my breast, angled my head down, and flicked my tongue over that soft, slippery nipple before tucking it between my teeth and drawing it into the warm confines of my mouth. Eyes locked on Trey's I performed in person the act he had loved watching over the webcam, and his choked moan of approval make the awkwardness of my position a matter of little consequence. With a shuddering sigh at this wanton display of his control over me, Trey leaned his head back against the rough bark of the tree, visibly struggling for control. This, as nothing else, touched me, made me long to make him completely lose that control, made me ache to pleasure him as he always pleasured me, made me determined to make him throb, ache, explode for me, as he had determined I would do for him. Tipping his head, smiling at me, taking in the sight of my naked, star-glowing form reclining on the wet grass under the tree that had seen numerous displays of my wild passion for this wonderful man, legs spread, pussy spread, breast tethered to teeth. He moaned his approval, grinned his appreciation, and slowly rocked his hips in pantomime of what he intended to do to me later. -Now rub the kitty, he demanded, relishing his hold on me. With a gasp of gratitude, I released my nipple, slid my hand back down to my sloppy wet cunt, and in short order my hand sparkled with my juices as I slid one finger, then another, then another inside of me. Three fingers – he knew how I always liked to start with that, feeling just the slightest stretch around my digits, mentally and physically preparing for his much larger girth. Head tossed back, I reclined under the tree, soaking in the feel of the wind, the dew, and the luscious feeling of my lover's eyes as he watched my finger my hungry, wet pussy, drawing closer and closer to the edge or orgasm with every stroke. His eyes seared a path along my skin as he watched my lips, open and parted, glistening where I licked them in abandon. He traced a path down my neck, where my pulse pounded visibly under my skin. Those melted-chocolate eyes burned a path over my breasts, visibly caressing those hard, upthrust nipples. He skimmed my stomach, my hips, my thighs, before coming to rest on my fingers buried so deep in that wet pussy, watching as they slid in and out, creamy wetness covering fingers, thighs, ass. He moaned. Determined to please him, falling under the spell of what my fingers and this situation were doing to me, I stroked harder, faster, deeper. My fingers began to wiggle, deep inside me, stroking those soft, silky walls, feeling that same tightness he must feel when inside of me. Tipping my head back, I watched, through narrowed eyes, as he watched me. Never had I felt so on-display, so exposed. Not even in the truck, with those strangers watching me and jerking off had I felt so sexy, so wicked, so excited. I watched the emotions chase across his face, and relished my ability to excite this man. I watched as he reached in his clothing and stroked his cock, slower and slower, as he became more and more engrossed in what I was doing. The faster I fingered my pussy, the slower his hands slid along his long, dark length. I watched the motion under the slippery sheen of his shorts, and couldn't help but gasp and moan, fingers flying in and out of my splashing pussy now. -Trey, Trey I gasped, back arching. -C'mere, he growled, grasping my hips. Spinning me around, he pulled me to him, angling me so that my legs were spread on either side of his hips, draped over him, his legs cradling me. He pulled me up tight against him, so close that the backs of my fingers, sliding in and out of my squishy pussy, rubbed against him. When I tried to turn my hand around and stroke him, he held my wrist. -No. Keep going, he murmured hoarsely. Hearing that sexy voice so rough and low, I quivered, arching my back and pushing my pussy up against him, trapping my hand between his hard length and my wet hole. Trey Ch. 07 -Yeah, he choked out, digging his fingers into my hips, pulling me even tighter against him. Feeling just the brush of his throbbing cock against me, I squirmed, wriggled, writhed, trying to get him closer, trying to entice him to take me. Slipping his hands off my hips, he slid his fingers along my swollen, slick lips, spreading me open, letting his dark, velvety skin rub on the electrified nub of my clit. I lost it. The canyon echoed my screams of pleasure as my nipples throbbed and back arched. My pussy juice geysered out of me, splashing everywhere, the warm, slippery stream spraying all over his chest, his stomach, drenching his cock, soaking his balls, and seeping into the grass beneath us. The sight of me cumming, the feel of my orgasm rippling across my skin and caressing his length, the feel of that hot, wet juice splashing and splattering on his skin, all made his body clench in desire, and his cum coat me, arcs and ribbons of it spiraling over my chin, neck, breasts, stomach. Pulses of it pooled on my tummy, the last few tendrils adorning my slippery lips and trembling clit. Leaning over, he grasped my shoulders, pulling me upright and cradling me in his arms. The feel of his cock against my sensitized clit made me muffle another scream as my body throbbed and gushed more juice. Shaking, sweaty, cream coated, I nestled into Trey's shoulder, sobbing for breath as my body shimmered in pleasure. Our combined juices smeared our lengths, but we didn't care, both of us recovering from the intensely intimate interlude we'd just had out under the stars. Digging my fingers into his back, I fought the need to hold him there with me forever, knowing in my mind that we had a handful of hours left, but in my heart unwilling to give him up for even a second. Sliding our fingertips along each others bodies, soothing now rather than arousing, we cuddled like that for untold moments, heads buried in each others necks, both of us struggling to stretch this moment into eternity. Finally we separated, dressed, and headed back inside, touching intimately the entire time, kissing and cuddling. Silently we closed and locked the door, and turned down the hall. By the time we got to the guest room, tears were pouring down my cheeks. Trey held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring meaningless sounds into my ear. I quietly sobbed against his neck until I finally regained some control, then with a quick hug and the sweetest of kisses, I left him standing at his door and slipped back into my own bedroom. Undressing in the dark, I physically lay next to my husband but my mind and heart were a few feet away, curled up in the arms of my lover, where I so desperately wished to be. Trey Ch. 08 We all decided that for Trey's last night with us before leaving, we'd take him out on the town; dinner and dancing. Or rather, the guys could dance – I surely wasn't going to. I'd never learned how, and not having any natural athletic grace, wasn't about to try now. While three people worked out how to economically share two bathrooms, we laughed and teased each other, ignoring that in less than 48 hours, Trey would head back to the East coast. Only he and I knew he'd be taking my heart with him. It took all my willpower not to cry when he brushed up against my back as I leaned into the mirror, applying eyeliner. His gaze met mine in the mirror, and I bit my lip – I ached to hold him, caress him, love him. He dropped a quick kiss on my shoulder, slipped his arm around me and slid a finger down my silver chain while looking at me intently. He started to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of my husband's step in the hallway. How quickly we broke apart, Trey going to the linen closet to grab some towels, and me working on my makeup again. Telling me to hurry up and free up the bathroom, my husband yelled at Trey to toss him a towel, too. I scooted out of the way and finished my makeup in the dresser mirror, listening as the water came on in the guest bath, and visualizing in my mind as Trey slipped out of each piece of clothing. I mentally worshipped every inch of skin as he exposed it, wanting to touch and taste him again so desperately it was like a gnawing in my gut. I couldn't get enough of this man, nor did I want to. Needless to say, Trey was on my mind as I dressed, too. With each article of clothing I picked out, I held it up and asked myself if it was something Trey would like, something that he would find sexy, something that would appeal to him when he saw it. Finally I had settled on an outfit for the night, one that made me feel as sexy sliding into it as I hoped to feel when Trey's hands slipped it off of me later. I was banking on the allure of my outfit, the bite of a few drinks, and the anonymity of being in public to incite my lover's lust to a new pitch. I wanted him to ache for me, to hold me during a slow dance and mimic what he intended to do to me later on in bed, and I wanted to be able to touch and caress him in public, in the legitimacy of a nightclub. Finally we were all ready, and headed out the door. We took Trey's truck, it being his pride and joy as well as a testimony to his profession. We had a quiet, comfortable dinner, and although I ached to touch Trey in some way, we weren't afforded the privacy to do so in this setting. However, when my husband excused himself to use the restroom, Trey did discretely hold my hand and caress my fingers with his, telling me how sumptuous I looked, and how proud he was to be seen with me. My husband came back before I could catch my breath, much less respond, but the warm flush of pleasure stayed on my cheeks throughout the remainder of our dinner. Finally we were off to the club. After having been in his company for a few hours without the benefit of being able to touch him, I was aching to feel Trey's skin under my fingers, in some way, shape or form. The simple, brief caress at the dinner table had made me crave more, made me ache to show the whole world how I felt about him. I wished I knew how to dance, so I could use that as an excuse, but at least I could have some slow dances with my man—providing the club played any. We settled inside at a table near the wall, and Trey went to the bar for the first round of drinks. I tried to protest, seeing as how we were taking him out for a night on the town, but he insisted. When he brought our drinks back, I was pleasantly surprised to find that he'd picked out my favorite, a rich, fruity blend with just a touch of alcohol in it. It had been a long time since someone had paid such close attention to my tastes, and the knowledge of it sent a pleasing warmth skittering through me. It wasn't long before Trey's fingers were tapping the tabletop in time with the rhythm blaring from the speakers. Catching his eye, I yelled that he should go hit the dance floor. Baffled, he leaned toward me, motioning that he couldn't hear me. I leaned forward, which he later explained did just what he'd hoped and gave him a perfect view down the front of my dress, and repeated myself. He nodded, and held out his hand. Tempted though I was, the music that was playing had a fast beat, something sure to make me trip in my high heels. Biting my lip, I shook my head at him, and motioned for him to go find someone to dance with. As much as I wished it would be me, I didn't feel it right to hold him back from something he enjoyed just because I was incapable of doing it. Settling back, I surreptitiously watched my lover on the dance floor, his dark, athletic body a graceful sight to behold. My husband refreshed our drinks before heading out to the dance floor himself, knowing I preferred to people-watch anyway, which he found immensely boring. This privacy gave me ample opportunity to watch Trey without fear of it coming to anyone's attention, and watch him I did. Oh, how gracefully he moved, how fluidly he danced. I envied the woman he danced with, all the women he danced with, wishing I'd had the courage to get out there with him, to feel his hands on my hips, his fingers entwined with my fingers. Biting back a moan of frustration for what I couldn't have, through my own choice, I sipped again from my drink, relishing that cool, fruity liquid sliding down my parched throat, remembering my recent taste of fruity liquid in a different manner as it slid down my lover's tongue before he kissed me. Shuddering, I reprimanded myself that this was surely no place to be having thoughts like that! I watched Trey wander back to our table, unable to take my eyes off him. Sweat glistened on his brow and made the scent of his cologne roll over me like a bulldozer. My stomach quivered as I tried to control my need, but he didn't give me a chance to fight it. Snagging his glass, he took a long drink, then leaned over me and kissed me hard, driving his tongue into my mouth, along with the ice cube he'd swiped from his drink. Grinning at me as he pulled away, he swung his chair around, straddled it, and leaned toward me, saying that maybe the ice would help cool me down. Two could play that game. With a quick look around to make sure that my husband wasn't watching, I popped the ice out of my mouth and slid it down the low neckline of my dress, between the alabaster swells of my breasts. My nipples instantly grew hard, pushing against the thin material covering them. In an instant the cube had melted, leaving me shivery and quivering in my seat. Trey watched all this, spellbound. With another quick look around, I pulled his head to me and kissed him hard, deep, fast, letting him taste the desire rampaging through me under my seemingly calm exterior. Pulling his hand to my breast, I let him ascertain for himself that I was braless under this shimmer of silk, all that pale skin there for the taking. Pulling back, I was infinitely pleased to hear him moan. -You've got to get out there with me, he gritted through clenched teeth, discreetly adjusting himself under the table. -I can't dance, I whispered, longing with all my heart to be one of those women who instinctively knows how to move to the music. -Sure you can, he replied, stroking the back of my hand with his finger. If you can fuck, he grinned, you can dance. And I know you can fuck. -Sorry darlin', I responded, achingly aware of all my faults in the face of this one, but unless it's a slow beat, I can't follow it – and even then, it's a gamble. -You've got to, he whispered. He won't be in the bathroom forever, and I need to feel you in my arms, under my fingers, next to me. I want to hold you out there, where everyone can see, and no one will think a thing of it. I want to press you against me and stay that way, rub against you and think about other ways I want to rub against you. I want to hear you moan in my ear and know that I'm making you as wet as you're making me hard, and that we'll find some way to do something about that.... At his words, the picture he painted, my mind spiraled into a sea of images, many remembered, some imagined. I ached for his touch on me, his fingers caressing me, his body pressed to mine. But was I ready to show him just how hopeless I was on a dance floor? Chance that he'd laugh at me? I looked up at him, emotions churning through my face. Without giving me time to voice my decision, he grabbed my hand and headed toward the dance floor, pulling me after him. Cutting across the edge of the floor, he slipped his way to the dj booth, and had a quick conversation with the guy in there, before turning me back to the floor. He pulled me out in the center and wrapped his arms around me as the music changed to a slow, simple beat. Pulling me close, he whispered in my ear to just close my eyes and listen to the music, feel it flow over me, flow through me. He placed his hands on my hips, guiding me through some basic steps, his powerful thighs brushing mine through the various layers of our clothing. His hands caught mine, threaded our fingers together, before he slipped my arms around his neck, pulling me closer yet, then returning his hands to my hips. I felt every step and sway of his body intimately against mine, and felt mine responding in turn. -Don't look now, I heard his voice rumble in my ear, but you're dancing. Tilting my head back and smiling, I responded that I knew how to dance like this, sort of—at least enough to get by. It was the faster dancing that threw me. But this, I murmured, holding him close and letting him feel the quiver run through me, this suited me just fine, as I loved feeling his big, dark body against my white one, out here in the middle of it all, where no one gave it a second thought to see two bodies pressed so closely together. With that Trey growled, and slid his hand into the low-cut back of my dress, letting the warmth of his palm burn against the smooth skin of my back, his fingers slipping under the fabric to caress me, laying claim to me for all who would care to look – although in this crowd, none would. I smiled and snuggled closer, feeling the incredible arousal of being touched so publicly by someone I loved so intimately. This could, indeed, be an addictive thing. Much too soon, the beat changed again. With a whimper of dismay, I pulled from Trey's arms and headed back to my seat, but he caught my hand and whirled me back into his arms, catching me against his chest and smiling down at my upturned face. -You're not getting away that easy, he grinned, setting me upright and once again working his hands onto my hips, twisting and turning them in motion with the music. -Trey, I can't do this, I argued, panicked. -Sure you can. Turn around – yeah, just like that, he murmured in my ear, settling me against him. Now just concentrate on my voice. No, no, close your eyes, he ordered, feeling me tense. I closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the faceless crowd out there, all of whom could dance. I prayed they weren't watching my feeble attempts, or worse yet, laughing at me. Then I felt Trey's warm, comforting hand slide over my stomach and rest with his thumb between my breasts, and I stopped caring about anyone else. My breath hitched and my tummy quivered under his touch, and his warm chuckle let me know he felt my response, and liked it. -That's it darlin', he whispered against my cheek. Just feel me touch you. Your body knows me so well, just let it respond like it wants to. Wrapping his other hand around my waist, he held me tightly, hand grazing my hip, my waist, then back to my hip, soothing and exciting me at the same time. Tugging down gently on the fragile silk, he slipped his thumb over the slick material of my dress until he was skin to skin with the silk of my breasts, thumb buried in the soft, smooth valley between them. He moaned in appreciation as my nipples pebbled at his touch, reaching his long fingers around to cup the underside of me, both of us knowing that in an instant he could cover me fully, or slide his hand inside my top and slip me out, exposing me to anyone who cared to look. Either choice left me breathless and aching, and I blindly turned my head and tried to kiss this man who knew me so well. To my dismay, he avoided my lips, looking deep into my eyes and explaining that he'd love nothing more than to kiss me right now, right here, in full view of everyone, claiming me as his. The meaning of his words and the feel of his hands tightening on both my hip and breast caused me to moan and tremble. -But, he continued, my husband was out here on this dance floor somewhere too, and if we didn't want to give it all away, we were gonna have to keep it somewhat polite. He snuggled his face into my neck. Just know, he murmured, that when I'm holding you like this, touching you at all, that I want so desperately to touch you forever, to be able to kiss you anytime and anywhere, and know that you're mine. When you put this on, he finished, touching my dragon charm, that made you mine. I stroked the back of his hand, entwining our fingers and looking deeply into his eyes. -Darlin,' I was your long before you gave me this. But if this is what makes you think I'm yours, I'll never take it off. I love you, Trey. Reading the truth and depth of emotion in my eyes, Trey groaned and buried his face in my hair. I felt him shudder, before he pulled slightly away and talked about dancing again. I understood – we surely didn't have the privacy for a heart-to-heart out here in the middle of this crowded nightclub. But I was glad he could see, glad he was finally beginning to understand the honesty of what I felt for him. As for myself, I knew I would have to make some choices soon, but they were becoming all too clear, and I was prepared for what lay ahead. With a smile of purely feminine delight, I closed my eyes and leaned back into my lover, letting his words and touches control me, forgetting that we were on a dance floor, just listening and obeying the spoken and unspoken commands of one body so in tune with another. I don't know how he did it, but he had me dancing in ways that I never imagined my body could do, twisting and wriggling and shimmying and feeling undeniably sexy and wanton and sexual. I even loosened up enough to dance a turn with my husband, but it just wasn't the same, which even he commented on, saying that I was a much better dancer with his best friend leading me than with my husband leading me. Must be the advantage of having had ballet in the NFL, he teased. I weakly laughed in agreement. As the night wore on, my husband danced and drank his way to oblivion, never really acknowledging the fact that his wife was actually out on the dance floor, or seeming to care that I was. I tried not to l let it bother me, and for the most part I was successful, especially those times when Trey held me close and moved me in time with the music. The songs got slower, the beat deeper, and I felt it in every part of my body as I rubbed and writhed against Trey. The last hour we were there, we never left the dance floor, or each other's arms. I was in heaven, being able to hold and touch and caress this man in so publicly intimate a way. We knew we were going to have to go home soon, pull my husband off the table where he'd pretty much passed out, and return to my house and our separate beds. Neither of us wanted to go. Right before the last song Trey and I parted briefly, long enough for me to freshen up. When I returned to the dance floor, he had a cool, fruity drink waiting for me, and a passionate, soul-searing kiss that shook me to the core of my being with its intensity. This, this was what I ached to do every minute of the day, to show the world how I felt, how incredible this man was, and how incredible he made me feel. I wanted kisses like this to last forever. With a sigh our lips parted and I stared into his deep brown eyes, leaning against him and murmuring my love with the barest brush of my lips against his. His response was to kiss my cheek, my chin, my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then crush me against him and make my mind spin in time with his tongue in my mouth until I was gasping for air. Then, against my ear and directly into my heart, he told me that he loved me as well, and regretted all those years we'd spent apart, when we could have had this, instead. My eyes welled, and I blinked fast, trying to keep them from overflowing. This man continued to touch me in ways I'd never thought possible, making me feel loved and cherished and appealing, things I'd not felt in so long, if ever. Knowing how close I was to blubbering all over him, he grinned and winked at me, deftly slipped the drink out of my hand, took a quick sip and set it on a table. He then whirled me back into his arms and finessed me out onto the dance floor again, making no attempt to hide the fact that what we were doing now was merely a precursor to the activity we'd be fully engaged in as soon as we got home. Wrapping those big, sexy arms around me, he held me tight, running his hands all over me, stroking and caressing me right there in plain view. He once again hooked his finger in the neckline of my dress, but this time he pulled and tugged until a goodly portion of my pale skin was completely exposed, right down to the nipple if anyone cared to look. I was so entranced by his touch, I didn't care if anyone looked or not. As his thumb ran back and forth between those creamy swells of skin, I was running my fingertips up and down the length of his legs, scraping over his taut thighs, sleeking back down along the outside, each stroke carrying me closer and closer to the throbbing hardness I could feel pushing against me. I started to dip my knees, so I could rub my butt against him, dry-fucking him right there on the floor. With a growl he slid one hand inside my shirt, palming me, pinching and pulling on my eager nipple, making my back arch. His other hand slipped under the hem of my skirt, curving around my hip and sliding straight into my hungry, dripping pussy. His quick thinking and the placement of his dark lips on mine was the only thing that saved my scream from echoing throughout the nightclub as I came all over my lover's fingers, juice drenching him, my thighs and my stockings and making him shake with the force of wanting me. Slowly, slowly I came back down from that incredible high that only he seemed able to give me, and was at once embarrassed and wickedly aroused at how public a display I'd just given. His hand was still buried between my legs and his hand was still cupping my breast, although in both cases, his flesh kept mine from being seen—but that just aroused me all the further, knowing my lover's touch was the only thing keeping me from being completely exposed to this room full of strangers. Nibbling on my neck, he asked how I'd enjoyed that. What could I say? I'd loved it – loved being so exposed, being touched by him so intimately, being able to touch him just as intimately. He had opened me up to new ideas and new possibilities that I had never before considered – or wanted to. Turning to him, resting my head on his shoulder and caressing his sweet, dear face, I told him that I loved it almost as much as I loved him, and that I wanted this – and him – to never end. He captured my fingers, kissed them, and with our hands joined together, traced the sparkle of my silver chain, reminding me that I was his, just as he was mine. -I've got something else for you know, he whispered, a devilish grin on his face. With a quick nod to the bartender to keep an eye on my husband, he kept his arms around me and walked me to a side door out of the club. We emerged into an alleyway, lined with brick and a few cars, and I felt my heartbeat quicken—this was just the scenario I'd recently fantasized with him about, being taken and used in just such a place. Trey Ch. 08 -Actually, he murmured, reading the excitement building in my eyes, it's two fantasies combined. With that he spun me around, captured both of my wrists in one hand, holding them firmly behind my back, and shoved me a couple steps forward – and into the body of someone standing still against the wall. As I struggled to catch my breath, the stranger stubbed out a cigarette and tossed it aside before stepping into the dim edge of light were I was. My jaw dropped. He was big. Huge, actually. He even dwarfed Trey. And he had a rough, mean edge to him that scared me. At the same time, I could feel my pussy get wet. And when this big man reached down and violently ripped my dress off of me, leaving it laying on the ground in a shimmery, silken puddle, I gasped in terror—and gushed cream all down my legs. This stranger saw the glimmer of shine on my thighs and laughed, running his huge paw up that smooth white skin to the center of my aching body. He slid his hand through my wetness, making his dark skin shine, collecting a pool of my juice, which he then dripped onto my upthrust breasts where Trey still had my arms captured and my back arched. He watched, chuckling, as those rivulets of cream trickled down over the curves of my breasts, sliding over my stomach and merging back where they had started. The dim overhead light made each stream sparkle, and made it very obvious just how excited I was. Collecting another pawful of juice, the stranger this time rubbed it into me, from my collarbone to my stomach. Trey fisted a hand in my hair, pulling my head back sharply and kissing me, devouring me with his mouth and lips and teeth. I moaned, whimpering my pleasure. Then I felt the stranger's hands on me, returning me to my dilemma. I knew Trey would never put me in a position to hurt me, but I was scared by the size of this huge man. Yet between being so blatantly exposed in my stockings and pussy juice and having Trey devastate my mouth with his powerful, mind-numbing kisses, I was incredibly turned on. I felt hands rubbing my breasts, pulling and tweaking my nipples, before a warm mouth closed over my right one. And my left. Hold on! If I had Trey's mouth locked to mine, who were the two people working on my tits?? I gasped and struggled, but Trey just held me tighter, growling deep into my mouth. I felt hands on me everywhere – between my thighs, on my ass, caressing my stomach and hips. Two distinctly separate hands spread my legs wide apart, and a warm mouth covered my juicy pussy. I squealed and bucked my hips, thrusting and writhing madly as I came all over some stranger's tongue. Trey moaned into my mouth, still keeping me quiet, but letting me know his response to my reactions. Finally Trey released my arms, only to have me wrap them around him and hold him to me as I kissed and kissed and kissed my lover, my body on overload from the sensations of the unknown people who were touching me. Slowly, carefully he eased away from me, still planting soft, loving kisses on me, but backing up and setting me upright on my own shaking legs. Brushing the hair back out of my eyes, he kissed the tip of my nose, and told me this was the other part of his treat for me – and stepped back, letting me see the ring of men surrounding me—all big, all black, and all with some of my juice on some part of their bodies. Watching my knees buckle, Trey laughed and scooped me up in his arms, hugging me tight and kissing me hard on the lips, pleased at my reaction to his idea. These, he explained, were all friends of his who'd offered to help him out when he outlined tonight's plan. The five men in front of me were men he trusted, men who he knew would treat me right, and men who had liked the idea of sinking their dicks into my little white pussy. They were there to give me anything I wanted, but no more than I cared for, he said, winking at me. He whispered that he'd take care of my little rape fantasy some other night, and grinned at the interested comments from those who'd overheard that statement, making me visibly blush there in the dim light. Trey stated that he'd remembered my fantasy of being taken in an alley, used by unknown men, feeling their hands and mouths all over me without being able to see them, and then finally having them to pleasure, and to pleasure me, until we were all satiated. His friends whooped their glee at my burning face and trembling body, liking the fact that I was nervous, but very obviously still game. Trey asked if I had any special requests. -Just one, I said, turning to him. You know the rule –anything goes, so long as your first, I kissed him, and last, I said, kissing him again. If I get pregnant from this by some stroke of fate, I want to know it's your baby I'm carrying inside me, and I want it to be your cum filling me when I'm too tired to move. You first, and you last. Anything else goes, as you see fit. The guys got quiet as I spoke, and teased Trey when I was done, but they all understood. And knowing these were Trey's friends, and they most likely knew the situation between us, made me feel safe and secure. Kissing me, Trey said that there was just one last thing to be done, then – and pulled me over directly under the overhead light, so that my still-slick, shiny body was completely exposed not only to these men, but also to anyone who happened to wander by. Holding my arms above my head, he backed me up against that brick wall, lifted one leg to wrap around his waist, and proceeded to make love to me, right there in front of all of his friends, knowing that he'd have his turn at fucking the hell out of me too, but wanting to give me this, first. I had no idea how many hours passed as Trey and his friends used me there in that alley. They did everything to me I had ever imagined, and then some. I remember being suspended between them and being fucked in every hole while stroking two more hard, waiting cocks. I remember being on my knees and going from one to the next, sucking and licking and stroking, 'til they exploded all over my face and chest. I remember taking them one at a time, two at a time, and sometimes even three at a time. I remember being tit-fucked, and ass-fucked and giving hand jobs and blow jobs. At one point I had two hard, throbbing cocks buried in my sore, stretched pussy at once. But the only one who kissed my lips, and the only one who made love to me, was Trey. And as the sun came up and the men staggered off to their vehicles, complimenting Trey on his choice of pussy, Trey slipped me back inside the nightclub, borrowed an extra shirt from the bartender who had been in on the whole thing (and, I found out later, had been given a turn at my pussy as well), cleaned me up and then laid me on the bar and made sweet, sexy love to me yet again. Exhausted though I was, I still had enough left in me to wrap my legs around my lover's waist and hold him to me as he spilled another load of seed deep into my swollen, creamy pussy. I passed out with Trey's cum filling me, a smile on my face and whispering "I love you" into my baby's ear. I don't know how he managed to get us all home, but somehow he got my husband into the back seat, and me into the passenger seat of his truck, and drove us all home. He must have been exhausted as well, but he still managed to rub my pussy and breasts on the drive home. I remember sitting in that seat and spreading my legs, arching my back and offering him all of me, moaning at his touch. I leaned over and kissed him, shirt hanging open, his fingers still working my overexcited little clit, and making me cum yet again, though weakly this time, all over his hand and seat. He got us all inside, poured my still passed-out husband into bed, and pulled me into his bed with him, kissing and nuzzling me, rubbing my sweaty, cum-covered body, both of us trying to make love one more time, but realizing that the bodies just weren't up to it. With a laugh we slipped out of bed, and he ran a bath for me, filling it with bubbles and sitting on the edge, talking to me while he ran a soapy sponge all over me, cleaning my throbbing body for me, treating me like a queen. And while the rest of the world got up to face the day, my lover lay in the guest bed, wrapping my torn, discarded dress around his hand so he could smell me still and pretend I was next to him, instead of on the couch where I'd chosen to get some sleep, covered only by my soft blue blanket and a brief tanktop and thong, hoping my lover was dreaming of me as much as I was dreaming of him, here on our last day together. Trey Ch. 09 I tossed and turned, trying to sleep on the couch. I was edgy, tense, distraught. My sleep was interspersed with fleeting images of my lover—above me, beside me, laughing into my eyes, kissing the soft skin of my wrist. I moaned, reaching for him, whimpering in my sleep as my questing fingers found empty air. I tossed and turned. My blanket wrapped itself around my waist. The sun was streaming through the windows when I finally gave up on sleep. Both my guys were apparently still asleep, as the only noise in the house was the tick-tock of the kitchen clock. Pushing myself upright, I groaned at the various aches I felt all over my body. I blushed in the memory of my wanton actions the night before. I wondered how I'd react the next time I happened across any of Trey's friends, who now knew my body as intimately as my own husband. I wondered if they would think of our encounter in the alley, and stroke their stiffening cocks in remembered pleasure. I realized my fingers were slowly circling my pebbled nipple, and I blushed, but the mere thought of men stroking their dicks and thinking of me was making my pussy tingle. Pinching my nipple through the thin material of my tank top, I moaned. Twisting, pinching, pulling, cupping the heavy weight of my soft white breast in my own hand, I was caught between lust and shame at the public gangbang that had taken place a few hours before. I slipped my hand down to my already-slippery pussy and pushing aside my scrap of underwear and just barely grazed my slick lips, feeling the gentle flow of cum as it oozed out of me. Just as I had requested, Trey had taken me first, and last. It was most likely remnants of his cream that I was now smoothing into the soft, shaved folds of my swollen pussy. I moaned, dipping my fingers inside my slippery, sensitive channel, coating my fingers before sliding them up the length of my body, along the curve of my stomach and into the valley between my breasts. Scooping up more of the liquid, I smeared it over my nipples, knowing that as the cum dried, it would make my tank top stick to me. I shivered in anticipation. I slipped my fingers into that well of cream one last time, lifting them to my mouth, smelling the scent of my passion mingled with that of the men who'd used me in that alley, pressing me against the bricks and pleasuring me to unconsciousness. With a muffled sob of longing, I imagined that I could smell Trey's essence, but knowing full well that the bubble bath he'd given me had surely washed away any scent specific to him. I still had my fingers trapped between my lips, gently caressing them with my tongue, when my lover walked into the room. My heart stumbled as I took in his drowsy, freshly-awoken appearance. Dropping to the floor beside me, he leaned his head back against my upraised knee and watched as my tongue slid over my fingers, the scent of my arousal silently explaining my actions. Smiling, he reached over and ran a dark finger down the rosiness of my cheek, knowing full well my internal battle between innate shyness and the overwhelming desire to pleasure him in every way possible. Gently tugging my fingers out of my mouth, he brought them to his own and slipped them deep inside the warm, moist cavern of his mouth, tongue swirling over my skin and bringing each nerve ending screaming to life. My back arched and I moaned, unable to help my response to this sexy man's touch, even as my body was whimpering from its recent antics. Flashing me a quick grin, he nipped my fingers between his teeth, lightly scraping them, much as he had done to my nipples now on numerous occasions. He moaned as I quivered. Rising up onto his knees, he turned and leaned over me, his hand burrowing into the hair, guiding my head up to meet his for a long, passionate, loving kiss. My hands slid around his shoulders and waist as my body curled into his, every part of me aching for contact with him in some way. As his hand stroked my warm, supple length, I gasped, undulating, writhing against his touch, aching for more while relishing the present. Palming my breast, squeezing it between his long, dark fingers, he pulled back. -Morning baby, he murmured against my lips. Sleep well? -Not really, I whispered, running the tips of my fingers over his jaw line, visually and tactilely memorizing every beloved feature of his gorgeous face. I kept thinking of you, reaching for you, and you weren't here. -Oh, baby, he moaned. You shoulda come and crawled into bed with me. Curled up around me. Slept with me. -Wish I had, I hiccupped, miserable. It made my breath stutter to know he still wanted me close, wanted me in his bed, not just for sex but for the rest of it, too, even after all that I'd done with his friends the night before. Sliding both hands under my shoulders, he lifted me up to him, holding me close in the sweetest embrace imaginable. I tried to hold back, but all my fears and frustrations and uncertainties overwhelmed me there in the sanctity of my lover's embrace, and with a muffled sob against his shoulder, I let loose, pouring my heart out until my tears had completely drenched both our shirts. Sliding his big hands over me, he soothed me, murmuring soft, meaningless noises. Slowly I calmed, drawing from his strength and caring. Leaning me back, he ran a fingertip under my eye, wiping away a tear. He kissed my nose, cleared his throat – and my husband's cell phone chirruped from the coffee table where he'd left it. Looking at the display, I rolled my eyes. It was his work. Untangling myself from both my lover's touch and my blanket, I got up from the couch, stepping over Trey, whose jaw had dropped in appreciation of my sleepwear. Feeling more exposed then when I had been naked, I slipped of to my bedroom, waking my husband (after several attempts) and handing him the phone, telling him of his missed call. I grabbed some sweats off the floor and headed into the living room before he was awake enough to question my lack of proper attire with a guest in the house. As I entered the living room, my breath caught. Trey had slipped up onto my spot on the couch and was rubbing my blue blanket all over his exposed cock, smearing pre-cum into the soft material. The contrast of dark blue suede on his big, black cock was intensely erotic, making my nipples stiffen and my pussy moisten, both of which he noted appreciably. Motioning me closer, he pushed the blanket aside, wrapped his hands around my hips, and pulled me down against his dick, the thin barrier of silk I was wearing being the only thing keeping him from having me again. Rocking my hips, rubbing against that scrap of silk, he nuzzled his face into my neck, licking and nipping me, relishing my gasps and moans as my body mindlessly responded to his touch. Slipping his fingers under the elastic of my panties, he had just started to push his way into me when we heard the bedroom door open. Scrambling, we both adjusted, me slipping into sweatpants and him straightening his clothing, before I grabbed my blanket and pulled it over me, curling up in it as though nothing had been going on. I could feel the wet trail of his pre-cum where he had rubbed it against the blanket, and it was now rubbing on my arm. As footsteps came down the hall, I grabbed a book lying on the end table, and Trey snatched up the remote. I tucked the blanket around my chest in an effort to hide my distended, cum-covered nipples where they poked through my tank top. My husband walked into the room, tossed a distracted smile at me and reached for his wallet and keys lying in a crystal bowl on our antique hutch. He waved apologetically at Trey who was seemingly engrossed in the on-screen channel guide, distractedly muttering something about problems at work and having to go straighten them out. It wasn't until I saw the small carryon bag in the doorway that a shimmer of excitement slithered through me. Telling Trey that he was sorry he wouldn't be there to see him off, my husband rattled off his flight information to me as he headed toward the door. The door shut, and Trey and I just stared at each other, amazed at our good fortune. Not only were we going to have the afternoon together, but we'd also have all night, uninterrupted, he and I alone in my house while my husband dealt with work problems 3 states away. With a whoop of sheer pleasure, Trey grabbed the trailing edge of my blanket and tugged me into his arms, the two of us laughing and kissing and making hurried plans for this unexpected treat. Flipping me under him, he curled around me, stroking my hair back from my flushed face, planting sweet little kisses along the line of my cheek and brow. Slipping my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled his lips to mine, moaning at sensual feel of our mouths and tongues meeting, touching, tangling. Pulling back, grinning at me, he inquired as to what I'd like to do for the day. Looking at him, smoothing my fingers over the line of his cheek, the curve of his ear, I blushed, grinned, and then told him what I wanted to do was a surprise, but one I'd thought of doing for a long time. I would just need his opinion, if he wouldn't mind. Laughing at his expression, a combination of puzzlement and caution, I kissed him quick and pushed him off me, explaining as I rose that he'd really been the inspiration for it, so it was only fair that he have the determining voice in it. With that, we showered (separately, knowing that if we shared another shower we'd never leave the house), got dressed, and left. My stomach fluttered at Trey's expression when I emerged from the bedroom, dressed in high heels, hose, a short tight skirt, and another of my button-up sweaters. Given the bounce and sway of my breasts as I strolled from the bedroom, there was no doubt my breasts were unfettered, and the soft brush of silky yarn had my nipples thrusting out in no time. Trey took the opportunity to check with his hands what his eyes had already told him. Sliding his long, dark fingers along my collarbone and into the v of my sweater, he caressed and pinched first one nipple, then the other. My knees quivered, and I sagged against him, burying my face in the curve of his shoulder. Ever the gentleman, Trey handed me up into his truck, choking off an exclamation when he realized that my hosiery consisted of stockings and a garter belt, both of which he got a good shot of when I slipped first one leg, then the other, into his chariot. Pulling the hem of my skirt up to expose the garters, I moaned at the intensity of his gaze, visibly quivering when he stroked that purple satin strap with one fingertip before tracing the curve of lace at the top of the stocking. When he started to slip his hand higher, my legs parted momentarily, my body wanting to grant him access yet again—but I had plans. So with a shiver of remorse, I closed my thighs, trapping his hand between my lace-clad thighs and filmy skirt, holding his wrist with my hand, telling him if he went any higher, we'd end up never leaving the driveway. With a visible effort, he withdrew his hand from its warm trap, tipping up my chin and kissing me softly on the lips, nibbling and nipping me until I was panting for breath, squirming in my seat. A smile of pure male satisfaction graced his lips when he pulled away, closed my door, and walked around to get in his side. I gave him directions as we drove, but never divulged where we were headed. I had done a lot of research and had asked for recommendations, so when we pulled up in front of a local tattoo/piercing parlor, he merely raised his eyebrow and started to grin. Over our correspondences, I'd asked him for advice several times on nipple piercing, since he'd had it done once himself, several years earlier. I shot him a grin and reached for my door handle, trying to quell the nervous butterflies in my stomach. With a growl of displeasure, he shot his arm across me, smacking at my hand. When I jumped and looked at him, he merely shook his head at me, saying that this was our night, and we were gonna do it up right. He held my gaze as he walked around the truck, opening my door, unhitching my seatbelt (my heart and mind both had stuttered to a halt at his territorial possessiveness), and helping me out of his truck. As I slid down off the seat, a stray breeze flipped up the already compromised hem of my skirt, and my dark lover got a close-up view of the fact that I had decided to forgo panties as well, for this adventure. I was wickedly pleased to hear his breath choke to a gasp/moan, and feel his fingers tighten on my hand where he held me. Dragging me out of the truck, he slammed me up against his hard, obviously aroused body, cinching his arms around me and devouring my mouth, his hands gripping and grabbing me everywhere. The neon of the shop's sign flashed and faded, alternately exposing us to and concealing us from city traffic. With a groan of pure lust, Trey buried his face in my hair, struggling for control, determined to be a gentleman the night through. Too bad for him, I had other plans! Taking his hand, proud to show the world that this sexy man and I were together, I led him into the well-lit shop. When the people inside just stared at us, I leaned into his side, placing my hand on his chest, letting the solitary woman know that Trey was taken, as well as letting the handful of men know where I belonged. Trey's arm came around my waist, his hand caressing my hip a clear sign of possession for anyone still wondering. My legs trembled at this brazen claim. A twenty-something kid came over, tattooed and pierced in such a variety of ways I could only imagine that he also got paid for advertising the place, as well as working here. He asked what I was looking for, and when I blushingly admitted that I wanted both nipples pierced, he shot Trey a quick, knowing smile. The kid, enjoying my blush as well as my attire, politely inquired as to whether I'd considered a tattoo, as well. He wasn't quite successful in keeping the grin off of his face. Blushing even harder, the images of tattoos I'd considered skimming through my mind, my breath hitched and my nipples hardened as I pictured everything from dragons encircling my breast to nasty words labeling me as owned property. Trey came to my rescue, shaking softly with strangled laughter at my discomfiture as he explained to our gracious host that for this trip, it would be just the piercings, please. Smiling, the kid led us to the jewelry counter display of rings, shields, posts...more decorations than could be imagined, in all sorts of colors and shapes and sizes. I felt bewildered at the vast array of paraphernalia before me, until Trey squeezed my hand in reassurance. Leaning over, he pointed at one or two of the choices, asking to look at them. Looking back now, I should have known by his grin that he had some idea in his head. And although it was somewhat embarrassing, I didn't think too much of it when he held his first choice up against my nipple, pressing it in against my soft sweater. Nor did I think too much of it when he leaned toward me, snagging my neck with his hand and kissing me hard and fast, the hand holding the nipple ring pinching and squeezing my breast now, making me forget where we were or who was watching. When Trey backed off from the kiss, I was audibly panting and visibly shaking. I had to lean against the display case for balance since my legs no longer seemed to work. Trey once again held the ring up against my now-distended nipple, but huffed in frustration. Then, before I could begin to anticipate his next move, he had deftly undone 3 buttons on my sweater, leaving just the last two to hold it on me as his hand skimmed back up and pushed the soft material off of my breasts, exposing them completely to everyone looking at us. Cupping my quivering white breast in his long, dark fingers, he once again placed the ring against my nipple, lightly stroking and squeezing me as he held me there, flabbergasted. Cocking his head, seemingly unsure of his decision, Trey turned to our host and asked for his opinion. Biting back a chuckle of pure delight and surreptitiously adjusting the bulge in his pants, the kid pretended to consider, before saying that without the nipple being nice and hard (grin), it was really rather difficult (grin) to tell. Ignoring my whimpering moans of both passion and embarrassment, Trey agreed with a grin, then swooped down and ravaged my nipple, sucking and licking and nipping and laving it until I thought I would lose my mind. My head was tossed back in abandon, hair cascading down my back, hands holding my lover's head to my breast when the fireworks finally stopped sizzling through me enough to make me aware of my surroundings again. Trey nibbled his way up my collarbone, along my neck and around to my ear, where he whispered that my little display had been wickedly sexy, and he was sure that our audience had found it arousing as well. Turning me around, he wrapped his arms around my waist, letting me see the various reactions to this display I had just unwittingly put on. My cheeks flamed as they all started to laugh and clap, but their obvious friendliness put me at ease. Turning back once again to the display case, Trey picked out the jewelry he'd decided on (surprisingly neither of the ones he'd 'tried on' me). Loudly, he asked who was going to be the lucky person to pierce my rosy pink nipples, laughing as I flushed even harder. It was to no one's surprise that the young woman drew the short straw and was granted the opportunity to bedeck me with my new jewelry. Introducing herself as Zoe, she led me to a work station near the center of the room, giving me all the precautionary information and advice as she set up her equipment. Telling me to take a seat, she zipped into the back room to get the rings, smiling when she returned and saw me still standing there, quivering a little. Calmly she sat down on the exam-like table, and pulled me down beside her. Her cool fingers clinically caressed and prodded my still-exposed breasts as she matter-of-factly explained exactly what she would be doing during every step of the procedure. I tried to ignore that it was a woman who was touching me, and Zoe's professional attitude luckily made it easier. And while she may not have paid any attention to the fact that her fingers were making my nipples hard as bullets, but every man in the room, Trey included, was throbbingly aware of my inadvertent reaction to the stimulation. Breaking out the wipes, Zoe cleaned and prepared my breasts for their piercing, frowning slightly as my quivering worsened. I was nervous as hell and it showed. Every second closer to actually doing this was making me shake even harder in a combination of fear (from the pain) and anticipation (of finally having it done). No matter how Zoe tried to relax me, nothing was working. My laughter had an edge to it when I said that maybe I should have gotten drunk first. Zoe quickly informed me that that was a lousy thing to do, as it actually made the situation worse. What I needed was just something to take my mind off of it, obviously. Eyeballing Trey, standing next to me with his hand on my shoulder, she flashed back to my reaction to his kiss. With a smile, she tugged me up off the table and pushed Trey down onto it instead. Trey's hands guided my hips as Zoe backed me up onto his lap, the necessary spread of my legs showcasing my stockings and garter belt to our spellbound audience. Chuckling in surprised appreciation, she skimmed her fingertips over the little purple satin bow, merely raising an eyebrow when I hissed and jerked back, unused to such attentions from a member of my own sex. This action placed my slick, throbbing pussy squarely over Trey's stiffening cock. As his bulge pressed into my bare pussy, I rubbed my twitching clit against the seam of his zipper, back arched and breasts thrust out, making Zoe grin in satisfaction. Nodding to Trey to keep going, she once again wiped me down with sterile swabs, prepping the rings and laying out all her equipment close at hand. Trey Ch. 09 Gently, carefully, Trey slid me along the length of his hard dick, feeling the material of his pants getting wetter and wetter with my increasing arousal. The slight back-and-forth motion had the effect of pushing my skirt up over my hips, exposing more and more of me, much to the enjoyment of the men watching, almost breathless. As my wet, shaved pussy slipped into view, a collective groan emanated from our voyeurs. Dropping his head back in pleasure at the heat pulsating from my slick lips, he moaned as they caressed his length. Leaning past me to whisper into Trey's ear, Zoe's fingers grazed my stocking top, making me shudder involuntarily. I felt Trey shifting beneath me, then with a gasp of shocked pleasure, I felt him lift and settle me on his full length, pushing deep into me, my sensitive skin so attuned to my lover's shape. The world melted away around me; the only things I was aware of were Trey's body and mine as they shifted and rocked together, gently pulsing and throbbing, movements minimal given the situation, but intensely pleasurable nonetheless. I never really noticed the quick pinches of pain in my nipples as Zoe adorned me with the rings that Trey had picked out, sliding the bars through my tender skin, locking them into place, and swiping everything clean once again. Softly, slowly Trey and I continued to rock, barely moving, the muscles deep inside me stroking and caressing him as he pulsated inside me, shooting me full of thick, creamy cum, making me moan and gasp, glowing with pleasure. Slowly, ever so slowly I came back down to earth, Trey's magnificent ebony cock still buried deep inside me, our combined cum dribbling out of my stretched pussy, the labored breathing of our audience a testimony to the sensual spell we had woven. Gently, still caught in the sweet, tender web of our lovemaking, Trey and I disentangled and fixed our clothing, unable to keep our hands, lips, bodies off of each other. I tossed a handful of bills at Zoe, softly telling her to keep the extra as a well-deserved tip. Leaving my white breasts still exposed to the night air, he bundled me into his truck, the gentle motion of walking making my new jewelry sway against me, the metal design cool as it beat a gentle tattoo against the underside of my nipples, the slight weight causing a mildly stinging sensation which went straight to my cream-filled pussy. Taking extreme care not to hurt me as he buckled me into my seat, Trey leaned down and softly kissed the skin just above each puncture, knowing from experience how painful these first few days would be. He gently stroked my thigh as we drove back home, his tender touch soothing me, his gaze sliding frequently to where my new jewelry gleamed in the soft dash lights. He treated me like a queen the entire way, opening the truck and house doors for me, hands on my waist, guiding me, helping me. When we got back in the house, the first thing he did was pull me into the bathroom, turn on the vanity lights and stand behind me, cupping my breasts, admiring his choice of adornment for my body, knowing full well that my new jewelry would mark me as his for having picked it out for me just as clearly as the necklace that I was never without. Both were entwined with dragons, which he whispered were my guardians for when he couldn't be there for me. I melted into his embrace, tears flooding my eyes, my heart both filling and breaking at this sweet, sexy man's words. He undressed me there in the brightly lit bathroom, slowly divesting me of my clothing, kissing and licking my skin everywhere that he exposed it. The visual stimulation of his dark skin contrasting with mine combined with the welcome feel of his touch sent me over the edge, and I shivered through an orgasm right there as he watched, my juices soaking everything in sight, making his dark fingers shine. Turning me around, he set me on the edge of the vanity, lifted my legs up around his hips, and slid full length into me in one long, deep stroke. I pulled him close and we kissed and murmured meaningless words, content to make love, letting our emotions roll between us, staving off tomorrow by drawing out time tonight. Eventually we made it to the bed, where we soothed and cuddled and kissed, holding each other all through the night, cherishing our last hours together. I loved touching and holding him in my sleep, feeling his arm curl around me or his hand rest against me. We woke periodically throughout the night, and invariably would curl up into each other, caressing, stroking, and eventually making love. When morning broke, we cuddled before showering together, each contact a bittersweet reminder of how we wanted this brief interlude to last forever. When Trey finally picked up his bag to walk out, I bit my lip, tears trembling on my lashes. Setting his bag down, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close, whispering his love for me, kissing me over and over. He'd step away, pick up his bag, then put it down again, pulling me back into his arms. Over and over we did this, neither one of us ready to end our idyllic retreat. When Trey finally made it to his truck and drove off, I broke down and sobbed my heart out, wandering from room to room, looking for him everywhere. I felt like my soul had been ripped out, that the biggest part of me was missing. I knew my life would never be the same, no matter if I stayed in my marriage or set out on my own. I just had to decide which to do... Trey Ch. 10 After Trey had gone, I wandered around my house, trying to figure out what to do with my life. The man I loved with every ounce of my being had just left to go back home after spending a week-long business trip at my house, showing me things about myself and my sexuality that I had never known before. My husband, on the other hand, was due back from his last-minute work emergency all too soon – and knew nothing of my sensual trysts with his best friend, Trey. Two days of moping with no inkling of a resolution had me at the end of my rope. Desperate for someone to talk to, I called Jamie. Not only was he my best friend, but he would be sure to bake some sinful concoction sure to make me feel better as I sobbed out my agony on his shoulder. Sure enough, Jamie came through for me, even throwing in a box of tissues which I used up in short order. Listening as I detailed my week-long physical affair with the man I'd grown to love over our years-long correspondences, Jamie held back any amusement or dismay at my predicament, merely asking a few questions here and there to clarify things. When I finally detailed how I'd been sliding back and forth between agony at the knowledge of what I'd done to my marriage (not to mention the fact that the mere thought of sharing a bed with my husband made me shudder in distaste), and the ecstasy of knowing that maybe Trey had feelings for me as well, Jamie smiled, brushed away a tear from under my eye, and sat me down on a stool at the bar lining one end of his restaurant. -Girl, you've gotten yourself into a fine mess, he said, shaking his head. You don't love the someone you're married to, you do love the someone who's opened you up to yourself, and now you have to figure out what to do with your life. -But I don't even know how Trey really feels, I whimpered in dismay, fighting back another round of tears. -I mean, I think he has feelings for me – I damn sure hope he does, after some of the things we've done! But how do I know if it's real? How do I know that it's not just some fling on his part? He's just starting up a new branch, has all the stress of that going on – maybe I was just --convenient? -Is that really what you think? Jamie asked, pulling away so he can look into my eyes. -Or better yet, is that all it was to you – a matter of convenience? A quick fuck just because someone was there and willing? -No, I whimpered, confused. I had come to Jamie expecting him to understand and commiserate with me, not to grill me. Lifting my chin, and looking deep into my eyes, Jamie said – Then why do you expect it from him? Why can't you accept that he could feel the same way you do, that he loves you as deeply as you love him? -I wish he did! I screamed my frustration at Jamie, giving in to my tears, sobbing broken-heartedly against his once-crisp white shirt. –I'd give anything to have h...him love me like that! I ache for him, and wonder ... how I can take another breath now that he's not here to ... to share it with me. I can't sleep in my bed with- ... without reaching for him. -Oh babe... Jamie wrapped both arms around me, pulling me close, rubbing his cheek against my hair. Quietly he held me as tears wracked my body, all my hopes and fears and dreams laid out in the open for me to acknowledge. Finally, I began to quiet. With a soft touch to my chin, he lifted my red, swollen eyes to meet his concerned gaze. -Sweetie, you know you've got to make a choice. Do you go with your heart, or your mind? I started to say something, more tears welling in my eyes, but he stopped me. -Do something for me, babe. Close your eyes and fast-forward your life about 10 years from today. It's 6am, you're just waking up, hitting the snooze button the alarm clock. You feel an arm wrap around you and snuggle you back under the covers, and you're grinning – this has become a morning ritual. Do you see it? I nodded, smiling, easily able to picture this scene. -Now babe, Jamie said, –Open your eyes. Whose arm was it? With a gasp of stunned pleasure, I realized that the scene I had pictured so easily was a picture of mine and Trey's life together. In one simple scenario, Jamie had pointed out where my heart lay. Now I just needed to take steps to get there. I was waiting for my husband when he came home from his trip. Quietly, sorry for the pain I was undoubtedly causing him, but knowing that for once I was doing something simply for my own sake, I told him that I wanted a divorce. I explained that we had grown farther apart every year, until we had gotten to the point of not knowing – or really caring – what the other was doing, or feeling, or even saying. I told him I might go back to school, and see what I was good at in the job market. I didn't want alimony – it had been a mutual choice for me not to work, and I saw no need for him to pay a penalty for that decision. I informed him that my things were already packed and would be moved by late afternoon of the next day, as I had just signed a rental agreement on a small, one-bedroom apartment across town. As he sat there, no expression on his face whatsoever, I quietly told him that I had realized a long while ago that the love which had begun our marriage had died off because neither one of us had taken the time to care for it, always assuming it would just grow on its own, without any effort from either of us. I realized now how horribly wrong that was, and hoped that if he married again, he would learn from this, and take the time and effort to ensure that the love didn't die, as it had this time. Still expressionless, he looked at me, and in a low voice asked if Trey had anything to do with this sudden decision of mine to end our marriage. -Not in the way you're thinking, I said, twisting my hands together. –Trey was a breath of fresh air – a friend who showed me what it's like to live again. He noticed things about my likes and dislikes that you had never picked up on in seventeen years of marriage. And he made me realize how stagnant our life had become – we never touch, we never talk, we never laugh. There's you in your life, and me in my life, and we just happen to share this house together, more out of convenience than any real desire to share our lives. And I just can't live that way anymore. There's a whole big world out there—and I want to live in it. As I talked, my husband's eyes grew colder and colder, his face an unsmiling, expressionless void. –Does he know you're doing this? He ground out the words through thin, blanched lips. –Does he know you're tossing me over, and is he waiting for you with open fucking arms? Is my wife, he sneered, going to go running to her black lover – I assume you've been fucking him, huh? I sat there, letting my own silence condemn me. He had a reason to be angry – in the length of our marriage we'd always been faithful, if more and more distant. I let him vent for a few more minutes, before standing up. -No, I'm not running to him. No, he doesn't know I'm doing this. I've had no contact with him since he left. Because I'm not doing this for him – I'm doing this for me. Me, dammit! If I manage to find him a few years down the road and we make something work, then great. But this is for me, so I can find out who I am. -Good. Go. Have a great life. Just get out of mine. With that, my husband of seventeen years turned, picked up his travel case, and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door. The click of the door latch echoed throughout the house. I slept on Jamie's sofa that night, and we talked about everything. I shared things with him that I had previously left unsaid, as there are some things in a marriage that are kept silent between husband and wife. But now, I vented. I sobbed, I yelled, I kicked and screamed and beat up his sofa pillow. And when the rage and pain passed, I felt a thousand times better. I moved into my new apartment the next day. Jamie took a day off from work to help me lug boxes out of my old house under the eagle eye of my silent, ice-cold husband. When I finished setting up my new home, Jamie made me get cleaned up so he could take me out to dinner. And over dinner, he questioned whether or not I had tried to contact Trey yet. -No, I murmured, ripping the edges of my napkin. -And I don't intend to. Leaning over, holding my hand, Jamie asked why, if I loved Trey so much, was I excluding him from my life at this crucial time. -It's because I do love him so much, I explained, wiping a tear from my cheek. –My life is a mess, it's going to take 6 months for the divorce, and God knows how long for me to get on my feet and figure out who I am and where I want to go. I can't ask him to take me in with no job, no prospects, no skills, and no money. I did that once, and look where it got me! -So why don't you let him know how you feel? Jamie asked, rubbing his thumb over my palm. -Look, I replied, worn down and miserable. –I'm not going to hold him back from possibly finding someone else—someone who'd be so much better for him than I could be. I don't know when I'll find me – so how can I ask him to wait around, indefinitely? He's got a great job, plenty of friends, he's opening new branches – he doesn't need my shit cluttering up his life right now. If he's still free, later, then.... With this, I bit back a sob. -Okay then, let me ask this, Jamie said, looking deep into my teary eyes. –What are the chances you're pregnant? I gave a broken laugh, letting my utter misery show briefly before covering it back up. –No chance. The day I told my husband, I already knew I wasn't pregnant. I didn't even get that one wish. Closing my eyes, I struggled for control. Taking pity on my fragile emotions, Jamie soon paid our bill and took me back home. The following months passed in a blur. I entered the local community college, and struggled to find my place in an unfamiliar world. I kept strictly to myself at first, struggling with most of the subjects, but determined to make something of myself. Jamie became my constant companion, often showing up during late-night study sessions with pizza and beer, helping me understand algebra and history and laughing with me over our mutual hatred of biology. Gradually I made a few study friends, but they were always women and usually older students like me. The day the divorce became final, Jamie took me to his place, knowing that the walls of my little apartment were threatening to close in on me. I jokingly told him that it was a good thing he'd gotten me out of there, as he'd saved my textbooks from being thrown across the room, as well. I was leaning on his counter, talking with him about classes and my newfound affinity for creative writing, when his doorbell rang. Jamie motioned me to answer it, claiming he was too busy stirring the pasta to be bothered. Thinking nothing of it, I opened the door – and found myself staring into Trey's gorgeous eyes. The hallway began to spin, and the next thing I remembered was sitting on the floor, slumped in Jamie's arms, Trey's fingers caressing the line of my cheek. Clearly reading my confusion, Jamie laughed and said that since I was too stubborn to call Trey, that Jamie had been keeping him informed of my activities and whatnot. Trey knew that tonight's dinner was to celebrate my divorce, and had asked if he could at least show up, now that I was a legally 'free' woman, to talk with me about all that had happened. That said, Jamie grabbed a jacket from the closet and headed out the door, saying that dinner was on the stove and ready to go – and to call him when the coast was clear. He left me there, sitting in his hallway, within touching distance of the man who still held my heart – and always would. With a strangled cry of joy, I launched myself into Trey's arms, sobbing my heart out, running my hands over and over that familiar body, chanting his name over and over. We talked and talked and talked that night, baring our souls completely to each other. He had been very hurt by my decision to not even keep in contact with him after he left my house. He had found out about my divorce through Jamie, who had then kept him abreast of my life, knowing how much the two of us obviously loved each other, and doing his best to play cupid while still giving us the room to make our own decisions. The look in Trey's eyes when he saw that I still wore the dragon pendant was priceless, and he just held me tight when I told him that I'd never taken it off – I belong with him, and even if I couldn't have him, I was still his in my heart. Rocking me side to side in his embrace, he kept telling me how silly I was for thinking that he could feel any less than what I did. Sitting back on his heels he smiled, saying that when two people connect as we had done over the years, finding that perfect balance between lust and love and friendship, then they were obviously destined to be together. With that, he pulled a sparkling ring out of his pocket, knelt in front of me, and asked me to share his life. I cried like a baby, fingers shaking as I reached for that ring. Engraved with two intertwined dragons to match the ones on my pendant, it was absolutely beautiful, and obviously custom made. I couldn't have said no if I had wanted to – and I didn't want to! We agreed that we would endure a long engagement, to give me time to find my feet. I still hadn't spoken with my ex-husband since the night I left that house, and felt he deserved to hear this news from me, as a matter of courtesy. It's been twelve years since Trey traveled to the west coast to set up a new branch of his company, and stayed at the house of his best friend and his best friend's wife – who was also Trey's on-line lover. Ten years ago tomorrow, Trey and I got married in a small, simple ceremony on a quiet beachfront, in front of our closest friends. And in the past 10 years, we've deepened our love, respect and admiration of each other. Jamie joyously accepted the title of Godfather to our daughter and two sons. Our children never question their mom and dad's love for one another, and we take extra care to make sure that we nurture that love, making the time to feed it and watch it grow. Trey and I often look back at the way we met, the journey we took to get to where we are now – and we thank God every day for giving us this chance. My ex-husband married an old sweetheart who had recently gone through a divorce of her own. They're happy together, and I'm happy for them. I moved to the east coast to be with Trey, and on the rare occasion we find ourselves on the west coast for either his business or my book signings, we meet for a drink – the animosity is gone, replaced by a vague indifference. Trey refuses to give up on so many years of friendship though, and keeps trying. I think he's actually making progress, and hope so, for both their sakes. As for me, I'm happier than I could ever have hoped for. What I feel for Trey goes deeper, and is far stronger, than anything I could imagine. Every day is a wonderful surprise, waking up to find this man in my bed, curling his arm around me when I reach over to hit the snooze button. There is a new joy in every waking moment, and a sensual pleasure in every nighttime rendezvous. In Trey I have found the husband I always hoped for, the lover I always dreamed of, and the father that all children should have. My life could never be better. So the next time you see this white woman walking hand-in-hand down the street with her black husband, watch for just a moment. You're sure to see them share a secret smile, just before he pulls her tight into his arms, dipping her low and kissing her deeply, their children laughing and rolling their eyes at their parents' easy affection and spontaneous laughter. I only wish everyone could be as happy as my Trey and I are. Trey's Story Preface Trey wasn't the most popular guy in the world, but he wasn't an outcast either. He was the type of guy who got invited to the party because he was the funny one. His gift was that he could make anyone laugh at anytime he wanted. He was what you would call a "natural salesman", he could sell ice to an Eskimo. Even though he could be the life of the party, he tried to keep to himself for times of reflection. Allow me to describe Trey. He is a 26 year old Texas male, 6'1 220lbs, with blue/grey eyes and blonde hair. He's not exactly all muscle but he's not a guy you'd ever go up and pick a fight with. This story is about the day that Trey found "The One". This is his story. Chapter One "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH" *crash* Trey just tripped on a rug and fell over a couch in the lobby of his company, right at the feet of the most beautiful, hottest blonde his eyes have ever had the joy of seeing. "Sorry about that." "Not a problem, are you ok?" The blonde asked. "Yeah, my friends tell me I'm just a big dumb animal." Trey said, blushing. "Oh they do, do they? Well you don't look dumb to me." The blonde said noticing his blushing and finding it quite cute. "My name is Trey... Trey Alexander." "Jennifer. Jennifer Stone, are you new here?" "No I'm actually one of founding officers of this company." The company he was referring to was Billionaire Mortgage. A company that Trey and a few of his friends started 3 years ago, and had actually done quite well for themselves. In their first year alone they had done $250,000,000 in mortgages. Trey didn't like to grandstand that he actually owned 33 ½% of the company. Trey liked to go out and get the business and make people happy. He liked to work for his money. "Oh so you're the Mr. Alexander I have my last interview with today?" "Ummmm yes, I guess so. If you'll give me a few minutes to get everything together I will be right with you." "Oh sure, take your time, I'm here a little early anyways." "Alright. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, water, or a Soda?" "I would love some water." Jennifer said, not understanding why she so suddenly became parched. The receptionist, Melody started to get up to go to the kitchen but Trey stopped her and said, "It's ok Melody, I'm going in there anyways, i'll grab one for her." As Trey was walking to the company kitchen, he couldn't believe the feeling he felt. It was a feeling that he'd never felt before. A feeling like he was floating on air and nothing could knock him back to earth. His mind started to wander back to the last girl he had let in, and for some reason, the open wound that was still in agonizing pain... was gone. Heather was the perfect girl for Trey, they always had a great time, always laughed. She was the first girl to ever make him speechless in anyway. They were at the time perfect for each other. Their sex life was phenomenal. They both rocked each others world. But wildly different religions and the fact that she felt guilty every time they did ANYTHING sexual and the fact that she wanted to rush everything just took it's toll on them, and when she got an offer to take a big job in Houston, Trey helped her pack up and promised to call all the time, but after what happened during Hurricane Rita changed everything and just ruined his heart and thought of women. Trey was in Pascagoula, Mississippi helping a friend get all of his belongings packed up from his recent business when the tail end of Hurricane Rita hit. The tall building had already been through Hurricane Katrina and was just structurally unsound. As the 90mph winds started to make the building sway Trey pulled out his cell phone and dialed Heather's #. As she picked up Trey said, "Sweety I'm in Mississippi, and the hurricane is about to hit and I can't get out of the building. I seriously think I'm going to die." All he heard from her was, "What sweety? Oh yeah put that stuff in that box over there. Yeah I love you too. Hello? Trey, what are you doing calling me? I'm trying to get packed up for the oncoming hurricane." "Heather, I'm going through the hurricane right now, I'm scared to death, I think I'm going to die." "Oh quit being so dramatic, everyone knows that the hurricane is going to hit Houston and no where else. Besides my new boyfriend and I are packing up and leaving so LEAVE ME ALONE!" *click* As Trey thought of this he closed his eyes and just shook his head in just plain disgust that he could have loved someone that would do that. "Here is your water, I'll be with you in a few minutes." "Thank you and take your time." "How come you didn't tell me I had an interview this morning, and that the applicant was a perfect 10..... no no a perfect 12." "I came in lastnight and told you that Mark and I found a new loan officer that we wanted to hire and that we just needed your approval. Don't you remember that conversation?" Chris asked. "Oh right, when I was on the phone with Johnson last night. Ok, well I'll have my meeting with her and I'll let you know how it goes." About 2 hours later, Trey had heard everything he needed to hear, now he just needed to test her. "Jennifer, I think you'll be a great asset to the company, but before I offer you the job, I'd like to put you through a test. If you pass, the job is yours. If not, then we'll work on you passing the test tomorrow. Basically, I want to take you to lunch with me and sell my investor on why he should use our money in his business deals and not someone else's. Are you up for the task?" "Oh good God, that sounds like a tough call. I don't know if I could do it. I'll give it a try." As they were walking out of the restaurant, Trey couldn't believe what he had just seen. Not only was she extremely beautiful, but she just threw everyone for a loop at the table. Not only had she sold, Johnson. But she also sold a table of business men to the table next to us. So Trey made a call to his partners and explained the deal. Jennifer was offered a large corner office, and a $35,000 a year raise, more than what they were used to starting new employees off at. About three weeks later, Chris, Mark and Trey were planning their company's yearly vacation trip and it was decided that in 1 month, they would be going to Jamaica for 2 weeks. It was just a little incentive for all of the employees at the mortgage company given by the owners each year. Jennifer walked in and stated that she had another meeting with a few investors and they had requested that Trey be there to help finalize the deal. About 20 minutes later, the trip was decided on, payment was arranged and Trey and Jennifer were out the door. As they got into Trey's Corvette, he asked Jennifer if she would be bringing her boyfriend or husband to the company vacation. "Oh I'll be going stag for that one. My last boyfriend broke up with me because he started dating some 20 year old college girl. He wasn't ready for a real relationship." "I understand and I'm sorry if I've brought up some bad memories." After the lunch Jennifer seemed a little flushed and all of the sudden was just quiet. Trey didn't understand because she just landed a huge deal for the company that would pay the company $5,000,000 a year for 5 years. Here he was looking at this absolute sex goddess and yet she seemed extremely prim and proper. Did she know what she was doing to him and to every guy within eyesight of her? I mean even blind guys were eye-fucking the shit out of her. As they drove back to the office, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Jennifer kept staring at him. About 5 minutes from the office Jennifer asked him if there was a rush to get back to the office. Trey said not really what did she have in mind? Jennifer stated that just up ahead, a friend of hers, Tina, was having an open house for a property and she wanted to go and look at it. Trey pulled up outside the house and noticed that there was nothing in the lawn about financing and made a mental note to see about becoming the lender for Tina. As they went inside, Tina came to the front door and was just simply dumbfounded. "Jennifer you told me he was hot, but you didn't tell me I'd drool all over him." Jennifer's face turned beet red and cowered away with her friend. Tina approached Trey and told him that she had to step out for a few minutes and asked if they could watch the house for about 20 minutes or so. He didn't see a problem with it so with that, Tina stepped out. Jennifer walked up to Trey and said, "I'm so sorry if that embarrassed you. I didn't think Tina would just come out and say what all women must think when they look at you." Trey just laughed and said, "You already have the job, and a raise, you don't need to kiss up now," "Why would I kiss up to you? You're the hottest guy I've ever seen. I go home at night and dream up really naughty things that I want to do to you.... Oh shit, I said that out loud didn't I." "Like what kind of things?" With that, Jennifer just walked right up to Trey and dropped to her knees. As she opened up his pants and pulled his cock out, she just froze and stared at it. "This is the best piece of man-meat that I have ever seen. Good Lord it's big and veiny." With that she just enveloped the head with her mouth and took his cock to the hilt and down her throat. Trey let out a loud long moan. No one had ever been able to deepthroat him. As she was going down on him, she grabbed his ass and kept pulling him like she was wanting more cock and it was just hidden inside of him. After about 5 minutes of this Jennifer looked at him and said, "I want you to fuck my mouth as hard as you possibly can. I want you to cum in my mouth and let me taste it." With that, Trey grabbed her hair and shoved his cock all the way to the hilt in her throat. He was fucking her mouth so hard that the only sounds that could be heard were her load moaning and the suction noise coming from the head of his cock going in and out of her throat. He kept this up for about 5 more minutes when she took his cock out and started to suck and jack him off with both hands. She looked like she was in heat. All that mattered in this world was for her to swallow his load. She was going at him like a pro. He tried to warn her but all he could get out was, "CUMMING.... I'M CUMMING" He was afraid that he was going to blow the back of her head off he came so hard. Right as he started to cum in her mouth, she started to have an orgasm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to hum. She kept lightly sucking on his cock for a few more seconds and slowly let it drop out of her mouth. She then tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up. Just as they both got their clothes arranged, Tina walked back into the house. Jennifer explained that they had to get back to the office and kissed her friend on the cheek and they walked to the car. "Promise me, that you don't think less of me or tell the other guys in the office that I'm a whore." "I would never do that to someone. I just don't know where we go from here." "Why don't you ask me to dinner and we'll go from there." "Ok, Jennifer would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?" "Yes I would." When they got back to the office, Trey had a lot of work to do if he wanted to leave the office by 6pm to go to dinner. Throughout the day, he couldn't get Jennifer out of his head. Everytime he stood up his hard dick would hit the desk causing him extreme pain. Trey was walking throughout the office, talking to his sales team when he noticed Jennifer coming out of the bathroom with a toothbrush and toothpaste. She very quickly walked past him in into her own office. After Trey gave the team hints on to where the trip was at, he walked into her office and closed the door. He walked right up to her and stuck his tongue in her mouth and gave her the most sexual hunger kiss he'd ever given in his life. When he was done, he opened his eyes and looked right into hers and said, "God I can't wait to have dinner with you." She was just absolutely speechless. She'd never been kissed like that before. As they were having dinner, Jennifer asked him about his thought of the afternoon. Trey said he was just really confused. He thought she was extremely bright, and the hottest woman he'd ever seen. He didn't expect such a prim and proper girl to do that with him. She just laughed and said, "Oh, there's a lot about me that will surprise you." "Like what?" "Oh I'm a good girl on the outside when I need to be. But when I have a man, I'm a straight up whore for him. I'll do anything to get him off. I won't be with another man, but whatever turns him on, I'll do it." "Well I kind of have an oral fetish." "Oh really? Me too. What kind do you have?" "I love oral sex, giving, receiving. Everyday. I absolutely love it." It was about this time that they noticed the waiter standing there staring at them with gigantic eyes. "Uh check please. What would you like to do next?" "I'll give you a hint, it involves me not wearing my thong, and you taking it off with your teeth." When they got back to Trey's house, she walked right up to him and grabbed his crotch and said, "I'm going to ride you like a cowgirl getting away from a horny posse." Trey picked her up and carried her into his room and slowly took off all of her clothes. He took her bra off and her DD breasts just spilled out and begged to be sucked. So not one to argue with begging breasts, he went to town and sucked her nipples like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed both breasts and put both nipples in his mouth and licked and sucked them and the same time. She was moaning as she ground her crotch into his hard cock and just whimpered as he teased her nipples. "I want you to sit on my face and let me suck on your clit." "I have always wanted to ride someone's face." Trey laid down and she lowered her pussy to his face and he took her clit in between his lips and started to lick and suck with all of his might. Jennifer couldn't decide whether or not to hold onto the backboard of the bed or his head but she felt like she was going to lift off like the space shuttle. Trey did this through 3 straight orgasms with her till she had to jump off like a bull rider getting away from the bull. "Oh God I can't stop shaking." She crawled up next to him and straddled his crotch and leaned forward and started to kiss him. She paid close attention to his tongue and sucked on it like she did his dick earlier in the day. His cock was so hard that it hurt, it felt like it was going to ripe open. She grabbed his cock and slowly placed it at her entrance but it wouldn't budge. "We need to go a little slow here, I'm not used to someone being this size." It took about 3 minutes until she had all but about 3 inches in her and said, "I think this is as far as I can get it in me." "Oh no, we can get more." And with that he pushed down on her and heard a pop and the rest of his cock slid in. Jennifer started shaking uncontrollably and started moaning extremely load. "Oh God I can feel it in here" , and pointed to her stomach. When she felt comfortable she lifted herself up into the riding position and and started moving back and for and back and forth. This was Trey's favorite position because he could watch her tits bounce. She started to pick up speed and started to fuck him really fast. She started moaning and talking really dirty to him. 'Oh you big dicked motherfucker, fuck me, FUCK ME. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Oh fuck Oh fuck Oh fuck. Oh God I'm cumming again.... I'm cumming. With that she placed her hands on his chest and started to play with his nipples. She found Trey's secret spot and his eyes rolled back into his head and started to fuck into her riding really hard and fast sending her into orgasm after orgasm until he screamed out, "OH I'M CUMMING... And with that he released his load inside of her. Jennifer loved the feeling of having a guy cum inside her. Even though he came in her mouth earlier, he came in torrents. He came so much that his balls started to hurt and started to cramp up. And with that, she leaned over and kissed him and he asked, "So I guess we're dating now?" To be continued........ Next Chapter: The trip and how they hide it. Or do they? Thank you for reading. Please give me your feedback. This is my first story so any "positive critisim? Is GREATLY appreciated