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Enraptured

By: darkknight01



Cheating. Infidelity. Betrayal. Tryst. They never considered what they were doing to have anything to do with any of these things. They took pleasure in being together. It wasn't a matter of their partners not taking care of business, neglecting them in any way, or failing to do what they needed-they just enjoyed each other's company. They enjoyed each other's immense passion, each other's body, and each other's desires.

They needed each other. She needed the time away from the responsibility of marriage, needed the time away from children, obligations, routine and morality. He needed time away from his clinging girlfriend, the woman who was pressuring him for a trip to the altar. Her biological clock was ticking, as she loved to remind him. She was thirty going on fifty, in her head. To hell what was right or wrong. To hell with consequences.

Now they were together again. No more lies, no more deception. It was their time. Everything came to a halt as they fucked on the steps of Landon's beach house. His girlfriend was visiting her friend in New York City. Madeline had used the excuse of going west on business, one of her countless trips back into his arms. Someone once told her husband that she had another lover, but he didn't care.

If he did, at least he didn't make a fuss about it. She was free to do what she wanted to. Not that they had an open marriage, but as long as she kept her affairs out of his face, everything was cool.

Madeline had made another of her rare cross-country trips to see Landon, and they were making up for lost time. They had spent five blissful days together skinny- dipping in the ocean, shopping, and going to clubs. Oh yes, and then there was always fucking, which was what they were doing now.

Madeline's dress bunched up around her waist. Her creamy, firm ass was on the edge of the carpeted staircase that led down to the doorway. They were supposed to go to the airport, so that Madeline could return home. She'd talked to her husband the night before on her cell phone, assuring him that her meetings were going well, and that her flight home should arrive around nine the following night. She had done this while caressing Landon's black dick with the tips of her fingers. She loved seeing Landon's cock get bigger and harder with each stroke of her fingers until it was as hard as chiseled iron. She couldn't wait to get off the phone so she could suck and fuck Landon's dick.

Now they had a little extra time. But after an all-night session of fucking, who would have thought they would be at it again? Driven by their unrelenting passion, they were like teenagers discovering the joys of sex for the very first time. This was so different from the muted feelings they felt during the regimented couplings with their respective partners. Madeline's shapely legs were straight up in the air with her new black and crimson accented Diane Von Furstenberg stilettos still on her feet. Her ankles together across his glistening back, her pelvis lifted to receive him full force. Landon didn't disappoint her, he never did. He held her legs tightly as he vigorously pumped his thick hardness deeper into her shivering body, savoring her wetness, and the tightness of her hungry pussy. Then he shifted her ankles so they rested on his shoulders, enabling him to play with her taut coral nipples while he kept rotating his hips. Moaning, she gripped him firmly, her fingers making marks on his chocolate arms, trying to match him stroke for stroke.

"Shit, fuck me harder, Landon!" Madeline uttered her urgings between pants and moans.

He lightly pinched her nipples while maintaining his erotic rhythm. One of her shoes fell off and he took this opportunity, to move his mouth to her big toe and suck it hard. The fierce intensity of their sex increased as the both entered that fevered zone where they lost track of time. Two of Landon's finger found their way to her delectable mouth, tracing her red-painted lips gently before slipping between them, and she sucked his fingers as if they were a dick, his dick. She knew how much it turned him on when she slurped and drooled in this carnal form of double penetration.

At the same time, she could feel the sexual heat overtaking him, could feel his hips start to pound harder against her tingling body. Fuck, if only her husband could match this!

Landon looked deep into her eyes. "Oh fuck baby, I'm going to come. Where do you want it baby? On your tits? You want to take it in your mouth? Or do you want it deep inside that hot pussy of yours?"

He knew Madeline loved when he talked like this. It made her as hot as the flames on the sun. He felt her make the sweet, soft walls of her pussy clamp down on his throbbing dick even more.

"I'm right there, Madeline," he whispered softly to her, sensing that his orgasm was close, very close. "You know how close I am to coming, don't you? Here, let me show you."

He quickly withdrew himself out of her with her legs still resting on his shoulders. She moaned once again, letting him remove his fingers from her mouth, before taking his throbbing dick in her hand. She milked it ever so slightly, until a pearl of cum seeped out of the thick, chocolate head.

"See?" He took his finger and caught the little milky pearl of nectar on its tip, smiling. "Do you want to taste it?"

She said nothing; instead, she tightened her grip on him and brought his engorged cock to her open mouth. The memory of swallowing his juices earlier came back to her suddenly and her throat contracted involuntarily in reaction, recalling the descent of his cum hours before. Hungrily, she caught what gushed forth and grinned, wanting more.

Still, she was unsatisfied. "You know what I want. I want you to choke me with that big black dick, make me gag on it, and let me drink it all. I promise I'll drink every drop."

With that urging, he began to jack himself off, slowly at first, then harder and harder until he was ready again, on the verge. His big heavy balls ached slightly, then pulsed and throbbed. Then his entire body convulsed, his orgasm twisting his spine and sending a spasm through his legs. He pumped into her mouth, completely caught off guard by the surge of savage feeling, until it was all out of him. Afterward, sprawled on the steps, he moaned in ecstasy. Giggling, she ran her tongue around her lips, savoring the taste before making it disappear.

As she slowly took him from her mouth, she let her tongue circle around the large maple tinted head of his manhood, making sure she got every drop of his tasty sap. They looked at each other. She then glanced at her watch and made a sad face.

"Well, I see why we gave ourselves some extra time," she said. "God, I love the way you make me feel. You have no idea how much I miss this when I'm out there away from you. Nothing beats it."

He watched her face, the deep blush of a satisfied woman. "Do you ever feel guilty about your trips?"

She sat up, balancing herself on an elbow. "No, this is separate from what I have with my husband. That is one thing; this is something, else. I never confuse the two."

"Do you think he has ever suspected anything?" he asked. "I called you once a few months ago and I thought I heard something edgy in his voice-like he suspected something."

"He knows we talk," she said matter-of-factly. "I don't keep that from him. He used to bug me about you, but I informed him that I never even thought about you that way. That you were just someone I knew from back in the day that I went to school with. He thinks I'm not attracted to sexy a black man like you."

He smiled, and then sucked his teeth. "I can't believe that he is not jealous."

"I didn't say he wasn't, but I work hard to keep his trust," she said. "I used to be careful when I'd talked to you on the computer from home. I caught him watching me one night about a year ago. Thank God, he's almost blind or I would have been busted. Now I just talk to you from work."

"That's safe," admitted Landon, getting up to get a glass of wine he'd started earlier.

"No, he trusts me. I give him no reason not to trust me."

He came back from the dining room, with his glass of white zinfandel in his hand. His dick was still hard, which immediately caught her attention. "Do you have other lovers, Madeline? Are there other black guys out there that you like to fuck?"

Her face was emotionless, without a hint of anything that would give her away. "Why ruin the moment with questions like that?" She was annoyed but held it in check.

"I just wondered..." He didn't want to imagine her doing the same things she did with him with someone else. Just the thought of that made his hard-on wilt.

"All I want to do is enjoy the moment, to enjoy you with nothing to spoil the magic of it," she said, putting a finger near her lips suggestively. "If you notice, I never ask you anything about what happens with you when I'm not here-if you're out there fucking some young white girl. I don't ask because I don't want to know. That's your business, what you do when I'm not here. I don't need to know."

Just before they left, Madeline said two things that surprised him, two things that had stopped him in his tracks. One of the things he loved about her was her brazen honesty and startling unpredictability.

"Landon, I've always wondered what it would be like to have a dick," she said with a chuckle. I think I have penis envy. I wonder what it would be like to have that power between my legs. I'm fascinated by what men can to with their bodies that we can't. I think most women wonder about that kind of thing."

"What?" was the only response he could muster.

But she wasn't finished. In a few seconds, she could say things that could turn anyone's head and leave them struggling for a reply.

She floored him again when she said the following with a perfectly straight face: "You know I had a bad moment of crisis in my marriage about three years ago. I thought about leaving my husband, children and marriage for you. I don't know what snapped me out of it."

He didn't know what to say at first. The silence grew in the room like a well-tended mushroom.

"Do you ever imagine what it would have been like if you had married me instead of him?" He asked the question, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"Sure I have, but then it may not have worked," she said sadly. "Who knows, probably this is the best situation for us. You know I love you. Very much."

Neither of them said anything else about that conversation on the way to the airport. The drive to the airport in his convertible was always a special occasion. It was either Landon fingering her swollen pussy under her short skirt or Madeline playing with his dick, getting him thick and pulsing before she covered him with her lips. Regardless of how often she gave him head while driving, he never got used to it, constantly afraid the he would lose focus and cross into oncoming traffic or speed up into a rushing tractor-trailer. With intense explosions of heat and sensation going off throughout his body, he struggled to keep his mind on the road, to keep his Lexus SC 430 between the lines, to keep from crashing into the trees.

As the car approached the airport, the familiar feeling of loss began to infiltrate both their souls, moving gradually but steadily like a poison slowly through their bodies. They both dreaded goodbyes, but it had to happen. They each had a life separate from the other, an entire world, and their time was up. Due to the security measures at all airports in the wake of 9/11, he had to leave her at the front of the terminal, which annoyed him, for he wanted to stretch out their final moments together.

He walked around to open the door for her. As she got up to exit, she threw her arms around his broad shoulders, tears in her lovely turquoise eyes, and they kissed as passionately as they had when they first met. Their lips crushed against each other as they held their tight embrace for another lingering second.

When they stepped back, he mumbled a farewell and watched her elegant body walk away. His eyes followed her every curve through the electronic doors into the terminal, shadowing her until she moved beyond his view. They would see each other in a couple of weeks, and the thought of that meeting ultimately comforted them.

He accepted the fact that she was married and had children, and for this reason, she was not about to break up her family to be with him. Deep down he knew it was illogical to expect her to toss all that aside for him and he really didn't want her to.

Landon started the car and pulled out into the airport traffic. He maneuvered his way to the highway and his mind wondered back to Madeline. As he drove the image of him with his head between Madeline's creamy smooth thighs flashed into his mind, his tongue on the moist pink pearl of her clit, around the edge of her pussy lips, face buried in it, her voice screaming yes, yes, yes, right there, keep it fucking right there. He shifted in his seat, as he was getting hard. Then his mind continued the movie. Madeline's mouth opened now in a silent scream, his fingers inside her, two, and then three like she liked it, her shouting in yelps before she began arching her back and twitching, her shimmering legs spread wide and her toes outstretched as far as possible.

Madeline shifted in her seat on the airplane as her plane reached a cruising altitude. As much as she had flown, she still hated flying. She closed her eyes and tried to put her mind somewhere else. The image of her bent over in the shower with Landon's head between her spread ass cheeks, his tongue encircling her wet asshole, dipping in and out as her ass opened up to receive his long tongue. She longed for her husband to do this and even offered to do the same for him but he cringed at the proposition, Landon never hesitated to try something new with her. She grabs the back of his head with her right hand forcing him deeper into her hole, the fingers on her left hand stroking her throbbing clit, and then two fingers sliding into her dripping pussy, then three. "Eat my nasty ass, oh fuck yes...eat it like you want it." Her toes gripping the slick wet shower floor, her back began to arch, and her nipples pulsate as the hot water beats against her tits. His three fingers replace hers, her screams echoing "Yes Landon, fuck my ass with your big cock." Feeling his thick black head stretching her tight hole, her mouth opens wide gasping for air until he is in balls deep, her body trembles, and white light is all she can see.

Madeline looks around the plane as it shakes with turbulence. "Must have been some trip you had," the woman next to her mused.

"What? I'm sorry what do you mean?" she questioned as she came out of her daydream.

"You were moaning and licking your lips," she said with a smile on her face.

"Really? I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" Madeline apologized for her involuntary actions.

"No not at all, I understand," she said as she touched Madeline's leg and grinned.

Madeline smiled back at the woman next to her then excused herself and walked to the restroom. With each step, she could feel the cool air caressing her moist panties and teasing her pussy. She locked the restroom door behind her, sat her Coach handbag down on the sink, hiked up her skirt and removed her wet pink thong. Madeline wished Landon were here with her in the restroom, they had never done it on a plane before and the thought of him fucking her in the air turned her on even more. She wondered if he was back at the beach house yet, if he was thinking about her, was he in bed stroking that cock of his?

Landon took off his royal blue boxer briefs and got into bed, nude as always. He held the sex-soaked sheets to his nose; the glow of lust and passion flowed through his head and heart. The sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand broke his fervent thoughts. He picked up his phone to find a message from Madeline. 

I miss you so much, I can't wait to get naughty with you again, I love you, Madeline.

He opened the attachment, and watched a video clip of Madeline in the airplane restroom finger fucking her pussy, her clit swollen, her fingers glistening with her juices, her body shuddering. He watched her make herself cum and he thought he had never seen anything so sexy. Her body twitched a little more, and then she brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly sucked then clean. She mouthed the words "thank you" and the video stopped.

"Thank you Madeline, thank you," Landon softly said aloud. He knew he would see her again soon and all would be right with the world. 

Enraptured



On an otherwise ordinary early August afternoon I took a disused dirt path into the wilderness. I needed a reprieve from my everyday existence. Nature could offer that. I carried supplies enough for several days on my back and water enough for several more. My company in the coming days would be the birds. No one apart from them knew where I was. The trail was carved into the side of a mountain. There was a steep cliff to one side and a rock face to the other. I set up my camp in the widest spot I could find.

The days past entirely too quickly. But on the morning of my final day, as I drank the last of the coffee, I heard a tremendous thundering crash. A landslide had made the way back impassable. The precipice precluded any possibility of going 'round.

In the absence of any alternative, I packed and pressed onward. At noon the trail reached the valley floor, and I ventured off the path to try and chart my way back through the forest. It wasn't long before I was utterly lost.

At dusk I'd reached a meadow. There, surrounded by fields of red and purple columbine, was a white wooden cottage. When I knocked on the door, a barefooted blond in a glimmering blue dress and matching blue eyes answered it. Her skin was fair and flawless. She had me instantly spellbound.

"Good evening," I said starting at a lurch, "Can you help me?" I briefly explained my predicament. When I finished she reached out and put her soft hand on my cheek. Her warmth spread through me in giddy waves.

"I can," she said, "but it's getting late. Would you like to stay here tonight?"

I could only nod yes. She took my hand and led me inside. When she turned I noticed her pointed ears through her long hair.

"Your ears," I managed to stutter.

"Yes," she said, "I'm an elf."

I became afraid. It was common knowledge. Elves cast spells that ensnared men before they whisked them from the world forever. My every thought was to run, but with her hand coiled around mine-warm, gentle-her beauty enraptured me.

"I think I like you," she whispered into my ear. I shuddered. She giggled. "I suppose you can't help being scared," she said, "but there's no need to worry. It's cold outside. Come in, and we'll have some hot cocoa."

Her voice resonated on the perfect tone. She seemed nice, genuine. I doubted she would harm me. I was reassured. Besides-I reasoned-it was very cold, and I was very weary.

I followed her inside, and she showed me to a small, ornate oak table. She drew up a chair courteously. 

The cocoa she served me was rich and creamy, probably the best I've ever had. "What's your name," I asked politely.

"Adria," she answered. "Yours?"

"Hans. How long have you lived here, Adria?" I tried to make friendly conversation. 

"Seven hundred years more or less," she said. "Of course, I don't stay here most of the time. For the most part I reside in the elven world. I could never leave my slaves for more than a few days."

"Seven hundred years!" quite a long time, I thought. "How old are you?"

Adria chuckled. "It's rude to ask a girl her age, you know. Not that it matters to us immortal folk. I stopped counting around five thousand, and that was a long time ago." 

"I can't imagine what that's like."

"You won't have to. Our slaves are immortal too."

My stomach lurched a bit. "Wait... you're not going to enslave me, right?"

Adria took a long, deliberate sip of cocoa. "Of course I'm going to enslave you," she said.

I wanted to run, but Adria gave me no chance to act. she reached across the table and grabbed me. The wonderful waves of giddiness from her touch were accompanied by waves of dread. 

"Shall we get started?" she laughed as she guided me across the room and sat me down in a red velvet sofa in front of the fireplace. Without letting go of my hand, she lifted up her dress and sat down on my lap facing me. She wasn't wearing panties. "Don't worry," she said, "enslavement feels good."

Deep tremors quivered through my body. The elf put a finger on my lip. "Relax," she said, and then she kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth and covered mine. Her saliva

streamed over her tongue, and I couldn't help but swallow it. I loved her, and the more I swallowed the stronger the emotion became. She was so comforting. I needed to be hers.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" the elf finally said when the kiss broke. "The relationship between an elf and her slave is a kind one. In exchange for your absolute servitude, you'll be cherished and pleasured forever."

I had a strong urge to submit. Every bit of my being wanted to, but intellectually I knew I oughtn't. I didn't want her to alter me. In a last desperate outcry of the will I cried out "Isn't there more to life than love and pleasure!?"

She frowned for a moment, then smiled. "Not for a slave," she said, "Don't worry, I'll help you understand." With quick nimble fingers and an almost inhuman dexterity she unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down in one fluid motion. Her arms coiled around my back, and she eased herself closer to me. Our bare crotches touched, and her plump breasts rubbed against my chest. She started teasing me with her pussy. Every rub of her pussy against my cock brought me to the edge of climax and back again. I wanted her to put it in. I wanted her to fuck me properly. I wanted to cum.

Her torture seemed to continue to perpetuity. It was insufferable. I was already too weak to stand, and my will was quickly collapsing. I began to ask. "Would you..." but then I hesitated.

"Would you what?" she asked coyly. 

"Would you... put it in?"

"If you want," she said, "but if I do it will seal your fate. You're thoughts will slow until you become totally unthinking. And once you're mindless, I'll remake you."

"I... wait." I was unsure. I didn't want to lose, but the blissful agony was too much. I resigned. "Put it in," I said.

"Good boy," Adria cooed. She lifted her hips all the way off me and then lowered herself onto my hard cock.

Her pussy was unlike any human's. Its insides were lined with muscles that squeezed and massaged every inch of my member. Adria bounced up and down on my lap, and the stimulation was immense. But every time I came close, she stopped. The longer she continued, the more of my strength she drained away. Eventually I could hardly move.

"You want to cum, don't you," she said. "You will, but I need you to do something for me first." 

I was desperate. "Anything," I said. 

"Kiss me!"

I moved my lips to hers, and we kissed. I came. Bursts of pleasure coerced through me. Each burst was stronger than the last until they extended to every part of my body. Adria's tongue explored my mouth, and my conscious thought gradually ebbed.

By the time my orgasm had ended, I had drifted into a pleasant daze. I had a wide, stupid smile on my face, and drool dripped from my chin. "You're such a good boy," said Adria patting me on the head. I was proud. Being a good boy was wonderful. 

"Now for the fun part." She put her fingers in my ears. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Hans."

Her fingers dug deeper into my ears. My ratiocinations evaporated. "What's your name?" she asked again.

I tried to remember. I made a long concerted effort to remember, but I couldn't. "I... I don't know," I said. It was distressing, and my face reflected my anxiety.

"Shhh," she said, "It's okay. Just be quiet now." Her fingers massaged my mind, and I eased.

I thought only the thoughts she told me to think. I only remembered her. Adria purred into my ear. She spoke quite slowly at first. Every syllable was an orgasm in my mind. Gradually she sped and my mind came continuously. Precum pearled at the tip of my cock 'till it came too.

My companions were my fellow slaves whose master was my mistress. Adria had so many slaves it was impractical for us to all please her at once. We took turns. When I wasn't serving her, I waited. And while I waited I was placed into a deep sleep-a pleasant repose filled only with dreams of Adria. When I woke, I was eager to serve her, and when I slept I was eager to dream. There were an infinite number of ways she could dominate me, and I would experience every one.

"Good boy," said Adria as I knelt eating her pussy. She grabbed my head and pushed it deeper into her crotch. I inhaled deeply and my euphoria heightened. When she came, drinking from her pussy made me cum as well. Adria told me to stand, and I did. "Let's get some lunch," she said. "I'll make us some cocoa."



Enraptured



"Jack, I have made it very clear where I stand with you. I've never played coy. And no, I can't give you a time line as to when I might feel differently," I shouted at him as I pointed, actually shook, my finger at him before he had the chance to say the most predictable of questions.

Jack was my ex-husband. What were he and I doing not only in the same time zone but the same zip code? The answer was very simple.

We had agreed to put aside hostilities for one night and show our youngest daughter support at an art show wherein all the monies raised would go to cancer research. The cause was very near and dear to all of our hearts as our darling Elizabeth had passed just a few months earlier. 

From the moment that Jack and I laid eyes on each other that afternoon, I could tell there was going to be trouble.

Unfortunately for the world at large my ex-husband's asshole ways had come to envelop every member of our family throughout the day; a daughter, her girlfriend, a widowed son, and two grandchildren. There was no other way to put it other than he put a damper on the night's festivities and embarrassed my youngest. 

The combination of arrogance, personified in my husband who was a classic case of a narcissistic personality, and alcohol had turned a potential problem into a headache for us all. Especially for me.

Putting the two of us in the same room after what was a messy divorce and the ten-plus years since I gave him back his ring and told him to stick it was a bad idea. 

Apparently someone forgot to tell him that I, in particular, didn't need to hear his opinion on anything. He successfully turned the night into a tense series of encounters with every member of the family, the many friends in attendance, and spouted off his egocentric views on everything from career choices to certain life choices others had made.

As the night wore on, his behavior became more touchy feely with me. Uncomfortable was putting it mildly. When the night ended, everyone left together as Melanie (my youngest) locked up. She and her girlfriend dropped me off at my apartment and Jack got out and followed me into the lobby.

I waved the family off. I would handle this situation if it got out of hand. As they pulled off, I pulled the wrap I wore tighter around my neck. Taking a deep breath, I rolled my eyes as I watched Jack's drunk ass saunter to me.

He made a few cat calls and made a few references that he was going to show me what I had been missing. I told him to shut up and take a cab. I laughed to myself as I tried to understand exactly what he was thinking about and how he could possibly think things were going to go in any way that might see him step into my place.

Wasn't going to happen.

I have always wondered what was it that about black-tie affairs that made a man think he was going to get lucky afterwards? I might have been an idiot to try and coexist with him for the family's sake this evening but the fact remains he is my ex-husband and well, there was a reason the marriage ended. I wasn't the slightest bit attracted to him.

Jack was a bad idea. 

The kind of idea that sounded great in theory. Time had proved that the actual application of that idea was mired in the same type of bad ideas that would see a coach call a goal-line pass in the Super Bowl instead of handing it off to one of the league's premier running backs. Surprised I know football? 

Don't be.

Everyone watches the Super Bowl and even I know you hand the ball to Marshawn Lynch.

Despite the fact that I was trying to use my phone to call him a cab and that I had shown no interest in him whatsoever, he had gotten the idea I was playing hard to get. After a night wherein he acted as King of the Ass Clowns and insulted our entire family. He was going to follow me up to my room and continue to be an ass while trying to get down my pants.

Not going to happen.

I wondered if the impressive physical specimen down the hall from my place might "jack" him up a little bit. He was a bouncer at a local night club. My thoughts turned to touching those massive biceps and licking them. Then my thoughts ran towards doing the same to the hottie whose name was Robbie and lived on the fourth floor. Only I would lick that delicious man's entire body. 

I felt my breath catch in my throat before I was snapped back to reality.

When the words I "needed to jump down off my pedestal" was spoken by Jack, I widened my eyes at the statement but also because he had the nerve to put his hands on my shoulders. When I took his hands off of me, he put them back and pushed me back, sandwiching me between the elevator door and his body. I twisted my face away when he made the attempt to actually kiss me. I thought I was going to throw up.

I told him to stop it. Insisted on it as nicely as I could. When he brushed away my wrap on the way to planting a kiss on top of my breast, my knee rose instinctively.

Ronda Rousey would have been proud.

He keeled over in pain. I've been told that getting kicked in the balls is a lot like a straight drop from seventeen floors up. If that is so, he deserved a lot worse.

"That hurt, you fucking bitch", he spat as he tried to catch his breath. When he stood up, I delivered a kidney shot. He staggered backwards but it was the punch that came out of nowhere that floored him and stunned me. 

I barely had time to register the shadow that came from the corner of my eye before Jack cried out and winced from the fetal position on the ground. Grabbing his ear with one hand, I imagine it was to ensure that it was still attached to his head. Lord knows that the blood beginning to cascade down his cheek had made me wonder.

"Get. Out. Of. Here" a deep voice loomed from over my shoulder.

As he came into my line of sight, I was aware of Robbie from his cologne just moments after his fist smashed into Jack's head. That tone was one of annoyance and it rang of distaste. He would later tell me that he acted because he was like a dog pawing at my body without consent. 

In a scene that involved me in a ball gown and my ex in a tuxedo it was my savior's attire that stood out like a sore thumb.

The tone of his voice and a cold right first weren't the only things striking.

Six foot, two.

Deeply hewed blue eyes. Blonde hair and neatly cut. Darkly tanned. Wearing nothing but a pair of Wranglers. It didn't leave much to my very vivid imagination. My very own blond Adrian Paul.

Without the scotch accent. This one had a very distinct Midwestern drawl. Educated.

I blinked it all in. I breathed in his spicy male scent and wanted to draw my finger nails down his back. Hell, it wasn't the first time that my mind had strayed to perverseness. Sure wouldn't be the last.

The previous two times I had seen Robert, or Robbie, as he instructed me to call him when he moved in a few months prior to the events of this night, my mind had certainly entertained the thought of, well, entertaining him. 

The thought of him naked, at any time, several floors below me made me wet.

I forced my eyes away from this spectacle of a man when I heard Jack speak.

"Who the hell do you think you are to tell me that I need to leave?" Jack sputtered as he staggered to his feet and took several drunken steps back down into the lobby. 

The gladiator who now stood at my side never spoke a word. He rolled his shoulders and the sound of them cracking echoed in the empty lobby.

I thought to myself that this is the guy who is going to kick your ass into a pulp if you don't leave now.

"Just go, Jack." I managed to say quite shakily, "Please."

I wasn't sure if the shakiness in my voice was from nerves or desire.

Maybe both.

For a dull moment, it seemed as if Jack was going to argue but he finally turned. Robbie kept a steely gaze locked onto Jack until he left the building.

I exhaled unevenly when I heard the elevator door ding. I entered.

Robbie did too. I found it difficult to meet his stare.

Thank you I was able to mutter.

"You okay?" 

"Sure," I laughed a little unevenly, "Feeling a bit dense after tonight."

"How about a drink to calm the nerves?"

I shook my head and told him no. I insisted I was fine. That he was my ex-husband and gave him the two-minute version of tonight's episode of the Days of our Lives in about twenty seconds.

"I wasn't asking if you wanted to have a drink with me in order to calm down."

My eyes snapped up to his. For the first time, I saw a hint of gray in the outer rim of his and it was outlined by black. 

A second passed.

Then several more.

A tiny smile pulled at his well-shaped lips, softening the hardness of his mouth infinitesimally.

Had I been propositioned that casually? Should I take him up on the offer?

As I met his steady stare, I knew what my answer would be.

The elevator doors opened.

Fourth floor.

His floor.

I followed him as if I were in a trance.

He stepped back so that I could move past him toward the door of his apartment. I smiled a moment later when I stepped inside his place.

He bent to retrieve a bottle from a lower shelf in a wine cooler on the counter. When he stood, my gaze washed over his ridged abdomen, the sweep of his wide shoulders, and the hard muscles of his upper arms. I thought back to moments earlier when I fantasized about licking his entire body...

You know most men, in this situation, would have put a shirt on. I was glad he didn't. He was too beautiful. Too masculine.

It would have been a shame, no, a sin to cover that body.

He handed me a glass and I held it up in a brief salute and took a drink. There was a lot of silence between us. It wasn't awkward. 

It only served to heighten the moment.

I smiled as the sweet liquid touched my lips, my tongue, and glided down my throat. My pleasure must have been evident because he smile before he took a swallow of his own. Heat expanded in my belly at the sight of the muscles moving in his throat.

"You approve?"

I blinked. He knew. 

About the wine. 

His body.

My desire.

I sat down at the bar separating the kitchen from the living room.

"This actually happens to be my favorite." I answered becoming gradually aware that my voice became huskier as I stared at his mouth. What ever would it be like to run my tongue over those sexy lips.

I forced my eyes away from him and transfixed my gaze to the windows. From here, you could see midnight eclipse everything. I couldn't purge the thought of his naked body pressed against mine from my thoughts.

I took another sip.

"I've been meaning to ask you out for a cup of coffee or something for a while now."

I chuckled. "You should have asked. I wouldn't have said no."

"No to the coffee?"

To anything, I teased as I winked at him. 

I saw him standing very close to me now from the reflection of the window. I turned to regard him and my eye level was at his chest. His nipples were dark brown and even more erect than I'd speculated when he was feet away from me. I inhaled him slowly, his scent close to overwhelming my senses.

The desire he'd awakened in me reared its seductive head and caused a shimmering sensation of heat to spread along my tail bone. It surged and swelled at my sex and it liquefied instantly.

I caught his eyes glaring up and down my body. He set his drink on the counter.

"From the moment I saw you, I have wanted to do this." 

He took a step nearer to me. I inhaled sharply. My anxiety nearly climaxed as he took the glass from my hand and set it next to his.

His hand rose to cradle my chin, lifting my face until I met his gaze. My pulse throbbed wildly in my throat as I saw his eyes fixate on my lips. His head dropped slowly.

I had a moment where I thought about the events of ten minutes ago. I had just cock-blocked my ex-husband and now this gorgeous male specimen was kissing me.

To hell with rationality and all reason as I snapped back to this moment.

The hand that wasn't already holding my chin came up to join its twin, holding me steady for the onslaught that was his kiss. His tongue drove between my lips without hesitation. He probed deeply, sweeping his tongue everywhere and established a dominance over my body with a stunning attack on my senses.

I moaned as his taste registered in my brain. My hands clutched desperately at his back as he continued to fuck my mouth with his tongue. A very talented tongue. I could taste the wine on him. 

Mint liquor as well. 

My fingertips explored the sensation of smooth skin stretched over his very tight muscles. Heat resonated off his body. I pressed closer, wanting to share that heat, needing to be burned by it.

My hands began to move over him greedily. He groaned, deep and savage, and tore his mouth from mine. For a tense moment he just stared at me. Then he lifted me in his arms. I held on tightly to his shoulders. He quickly moved to the bedroom.

Robbie tore off the wrap I wore around my shoulder before he lowered me to his bed. The zipper of my black cocktail dress came down next. I lifted my arms as he tossed aside the dress a moment later.

My hips moved restlessly on the bed. Instinctively I tried to relieve the pressure growing at my sex when his gaze dropped over me. I wore a black bra and pantie set and some thigh-high stockings. And pearls. 

I can't forget the pearls.

I took my panties off and laid back further in his bed. He answered my silent plea by covering my body with his. He palmed my thighs, spreading them to accommodate his body in the process. He immediately claimed my mouth again. Our tongues tangled, danced, and mated wildly. His hands ran down my sides and one paused at my silk-covered breast as the other slid down my waist and cradled my hip.

He tilted my pelvis up and pressed himself to me. The movement forced me to feel the strength of his desire. 

I moaned into his mouth.

He molded my breast into his palm gently and then roughly. I strained up, desperate for more of the sensation he provoked. I ran my hands over his back and shoulders. They slid and rubbed, before scraping flesh. I wanted to consume him as much as he was consuming me.

He grunted at the feeling of my body curving into his. My nipple pressed into the center of his hand. It desperately longed to be free. He told me I maddened him. I laughed deeply. 

My throbbing of my sex was just as maddened as he was. I needed release.

And I needed it in the worst way.

He rolled off me onto his hip, ripping at the fly of his jeans. He shoved them down his thighs with precise, controlled movements. His cock sprang free.

It was stiff and straining towards me. I wanted to taste it against my lips. Taste him.

His eyes caressed my body. I saw the struggle in his body.

He winced in agonized pleasure when he moved and his cock brushed the bare, satiny skin of my thigh. I whimpered.

I reached for him but he stopped me by grabbing both my wrists then transferring both of them to one hand. He pushed my wrists down over my head at the same time he reached between my thighs.

He watched my face with immense pleasure as he burrowed his fingers through my damp sex, those strong fingers dipping into the warm cream of my pussy before he spread the gathered moisture between my labia, sliding and pressing against my clit.

My back arched against the invasion. It rose off the bed and I squirmed uncontrollably at the restraint of his binding hand.

He only gripped my wrists and held me tighter. He played a hard, ruthless rhythm with his fingers, plucking and strumming the nerve-packed flesh until the tension in my body body and I cried out sharply in stunned relief. Two of his fingers plunged deeper into me and he watched with interest and intense hunger as my body clamped and convulsed around him.

I was so ready for him. He was so damn delicious. 

As I came, he stretched and reached for his nightstand. Without me realizing it, he had unwrapped and sheathed his cock with a condom. There were no words when he spread my thighs and arrowed fast into me.

My body tried to resist the assault but the pure craziness he had created had made me a victim to his talents. He soothed a long groan as my pussy enclosed around him and I felt the thick head of his penis penetrate my walls.

He worked it into me with subtle up and down motions while his hips provided a steady, hard pressure. I couldn't resist him. I strained against him and I could tell he was already on edge.

When he heard me cry out, he burrowed his gift as hard as he could into me.

He pressed hot kisses along my neck and paused only to run the elegant strand of pearls I wore between his lips, licking the smooth globes lightly before he nipped at my tender skin. My lips were parted when he found them, the taste between them sweet and addictive. His cock throbbed painfully inside of me as his tongue sank alongside mine.

He pushed back a smooth thigh and opened my body to him and I granted him complete admission. His thumb found my clitoris, circling, plucking and coaxing it as he continued to fuck me. I groaned my need into his mouth and pushed up for more pressure and managed to somehow seat his cock farther into my body in the process.

He whispered something gruffly against my lips as I cried out in sharp desire. He was well endowed. It was invading me and forcing me to accommodate it. The sensation of it inside me was indescribable. The pressing of his thumb against my clit only heightened the experience. A friction began to build within.

A very familiar friction. It sought to consume me.

I was its submissive slave.

I began to push and rotate my hips around that glorious cock of his, up and down at first. Then I pushed in and out. I was desperate to feed the flame within me. It was growing out of control and was now expanding into my belly, arms, and legs. I mewled with pleasure and increased whatever pressure I could muster against him.

I writhed and whimpered beneath him, begging him in the most primitive of ways to take possession of me. He accepted that invitation. He drove that cock into me, pressing his balls tightly to my damp hilt and grunted with an animal's pleasure. When I cried out and arched, he secured my wrists higher and pushed me back against the bed.

It was then when his strokes became tighter and more concentrated. I shook my head in silent agreement as I realized he was so close to coming. I was too tight with pleasure to speak as well. His cock now massaged me and stimulated my being with relentless pressure. He pried my body open to make way for him but in my wildness, I kept closing up. Every time he withdrew now it was a constant battle to take control of my body. 

I needed to have the thick, hard knob of his cock against my flesh. I was now demanding it.

As if to torture me more, I cried out when he leaned down and encircled my silk-covered nipple into the heat of his mouth. The suction he applied made the inferno inside of me escalate. When he bit at the tiny morsel at its center, he thrust into me hard and created a loud smack of flesh against flesh.

I came instantly.

He grunted savagely as he felt me squeeze and convulse around his cock. My heat had to flood around him. His eyes lowered, the closed, at the sensation.

He reached up and roughly pushed down both of the thin pieces of black silk that covered my breasts. He bent and sampled one hard, pointed crest, and lashed at it with his tongue. He sucked my nipple so marvelously, I wanted to cover it with whipped cream and a cherry so that he could tie the cherry stem over my nipple. 

That was actually something he would do later. He would prove to be that talented.

When he leaned up slightly, I looked longingly at the sight him. His ripped chest against my pale, needy breasts one capped by a glistening, swollen pink nipple.




Enraptured



He focused on my face. My hair was cascaded against the mattress and pillow. I stared at him with desire in my eyes. My breath was coming in choppy, shallow pants. I knew the convulsions of my pussy, uncontrollable as they were at that moment, were torturing him. Every time he moved out of me, I pulled back at him and that glorious cock.

He pushed back one thigh and then the other into my chest and began to pound into me. I shrieked in delight. 

I fought against his restraint as I cried out in disbelief. He rocketed into me, again and again, every driving down stroke pushing my body further and further up onto the bed until my forearms were trapped between my skull and his wrought iron headboard.

Robbie, still fully sheathed in me, paused and reached between our sweat-dampened bodies. His fingers spread the lips of my outer sex before he ground his pelvis against the densely packed nerves between my labia. My whole body began to tremble and stake when he surged up against me and scraped the narrow path of hair that trailed from his taut bellybutton to the thatch around his cock against my sensitive and exposed cleft and erect clit. It was the steady and relentless pressure that sent me reeling.

When I groaned in complete, pleasurable misery, Robbie laughed. He knew I was shaking not only from post-orgasmic bliss but from the anticipation of another wave of pleasure.

My eyes shot open as he watched me with keen interest. 

"God yes"

It was all I could think of.

He used his forearm to push my knees down hard into my shoulder. I keened at the increased pressure from the altered angle of his cock now stabbing deeply into my body. When he grabbed one of my cheeks and smacked my ass lightly, I cried a delirious laugh of surprise and pleasure.

I couldn't control the shuddering and shaking of my body as I found release once more. He laughed as I came for him. He rasped as he began to pound into my pussy with quick, ruthless thrusts. He called me name. I was too busy climaxing, gushing liquid heat around him and squeezing his cock to care. 

He struck our flesh together as fast as he could now, holding nothing back. I tried to laugh as he was striving to madly find relief in the depths of my body. I was immobilized against his mad conquest. 

The next smack of our flesh made the walls of my vagina convulse. I instinctively pulled up and squeezed with everything I had. 

He threw his head back and roared between clenched jaws as he pumped me fast and hard, shooting off what felt like it could have been gallons of his hot semen in what I can best call a gloriously scalding climax.

My eyes clenched closed at the sensation of Robbie's release even as he continued to fuck me. The truth of the matter was that the intensity and sensation of him coming so powerfully in my body had affected me. Few things had affected me this way.

One was the first sound of a baby's cry and the slight precious weight of Beth against my breast at her birth. 

Another was John. Well documented here.

Third was the last time I saw Beth. In the hospital bed, as we held hands, saying a last good bye.

And now.

I had lost a part of myself during Beth's illness. I was going through the motions and not sure what to do. My business had crumbled. 

I had lost so much. I didn't even know who I was anymore.

Wild. Crazy. Impulsive. Those are traits that have come to define me in the second half of my fifty-five years.

That night, I felt reborn.

Raw.

Confused.

Shaky.

Alive. 

Robbie collapsed over me, his ribcage expanding and contracting wildly for air. His cock was still hard as a pike. My throbbing channel still clamped onto him for dear life. All he said he could think of was taking me again.

I laughed and kissed the top of his head. Repeating that hot, pounding, exhilarating ride wouldn't be a bad thing.

I whimpered as I thought about Robbie again.

His head came up. Our eyes met. I saw something there in his eyes. 

Regret?

I watched those big blue eyes. 

Concern.

For me.

He grimaced slightly when he glanced at my wrists, still pinned next to the headboard. He'd kept me in that ruthless hold while he plowed into my body. Into my wet, tight, welcoming pussy that had enfolded him like a second skin.

Even now.

His head lowered to look at our bodies.

Mingled in the excess of desire.

Succulent.

I felt his cock jerk as he looked at my breasts. My dark pink nipples verging on red. Swollen. Distended.

When I felt the surging of his penis and the tightening of his body, I felt my body echo. I saw the unrest on his rugged face as he stared at my breasts.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

His eyes flickered to my face.

"Nothing."

I gasped when he rolled off me. The abrupt withdrawal of his cock from my body felt harsh and unnatural. Uneasiness seeped into my body and I studied his stark profile. I saw a muscle twitch in his cheek.

He said nothing as I scooted to the end of the bed and I could sense his gaze on my back. I readjusted my bra and found my panties. I didn't stand and turn to face him until I pulled my dress back over his head. 

A lump formed in my throat when my eyes lowered across his muscled lean torso as he laid there in thought. His jeans were still shoved down around his thighs. His cock, while not rock solid as it had been a mere minute ago, still hung considerably.

My mouth went dry as I realized what had happened and what he might be feeling. Desire swamped me then but I fought against it's calling.

I turned and left the room. I fumbled as I picked up my purse and dropped it clumsily as my body was still adjusting to being upright. I had made it three feet of his front door when he called my name. I stopped dead in my tracks. Want pooled in the pit of my belly.

I made a choking sound of longing in my throat when I felt his hands encircle my waist. He leaned down, brushed aside my hair with his lips and nose before he pressed a hot kiss against my neck.

He whispered against my neck that he had wanted me from the moment he saw me. Each time he saw me since then, he had wanted me. Tonight, he saw a chance and took it. He didn't realize what was happening until it happened. Actually when it was over.

I laughed and licked my lips, taking a step back towards him.

I told him this is what it is. No strings. No attachments. It was about want.

Desire.

Sex.

I tilted my neck to give Robbie more access to my skin. My throat vibrated with pleasure as he began to kiss me anew. His nibbles were a potent mix of patience and hunger. Very different than before. His hands moved over my belly, waist, and hips in a sensual caress.

I want you.

It was all I had to say.

He turned me in his arms. My head fell back as I looked at him. Those wounded eyes from the bedroom were burning anew with passion. My cheeks flooded with heat.

My eyelids fluttered as he used his lips and teeth to gently nip at my mouth. His big hands spread across my ribcage in a light, elusive embrace. 

An expert's touch.

Just what I needed.

I craned up for his mouth, hungry for the remembered taste that I knew I would find in his depths. We both turned as our mouths slid and fastened into a perfect fit.

I sighed at the sensation of his hands on my breasts, his fingers rubbing and pinching lightly at my sensitized nipples. Heat swept through me leaving a dull sense of longing in its wake. 

My eyes blinked open as I felt him back me against the wall of the hallway. I stared down, at his hardened cock.

I knew what I had to do.

What I wanted to do.

I raised my dress to my waist and held onto it, his gripping hands lowered my panties. He put his hands on my legs, spreading them until the strip of silk stretched tautly mid thigh.

I whimpered when he leaned forward within an inch of my pussy and inhaled.

Robbie's head tilted to fully catch my scent in his nostrils. His cock stiffened. His pupils dilated. The impact I had on him was ravenous. His tongue parted my folds in a firm, questing caress.

I moaned, my body weight sagged slightly down the wall. His hands caught me beneath my bottom but most of his attention was on what he would recall as the "exquisite taste of the abundant sweet cream" he found between my flushed folds. He circled and played with me for a while, enjoying my whimpers no doubt, as the silky sensation me on his tongue emboldened him to deeper pursuits.

My growing arousal at his expert touch grew as he stabbed at the erect kernel of flesh that nestled between my creamy lips with a stiffened tongue before he soothed it with a gliding caress.

Stabbed and soothed.

Plucked and glided.

"God yes", I exclaimed as I felt my eyeballs roll in the back of my head.

His left hand left the curve of my ass. My lower lip trembled as he inserted two fingers into my quivering vagina.

I couldn't help myself. 

My hand lowered and helped to part my sweet, nectar coated labia. In moments my hand would replace his and I spread wide for him. He used his free hand to support me again below my ass.

He took a second to stare at my swollen folds before he tilted his head and covered me. I keened as he took my clit captive in his mouth. He sucked tautly and whipped the erect tissue with his stiffened tongue. Warm juices flooded his fucking fingers. He wanted to drink from my gushing fountain.

I begged him to.

Instead he twisted his wrist, corkscrewing his fingers into my pussy. He sucked my clit between his teeth and bit lightly until I cried out and limped against his hand.

His mouth nursed me through the brunt of my orgasm before he grabbed my hips and upper back and lowered me to the soft carpet. He tugged my panties over my feet and pushed my thighs wide until my black pumps thumped against either side of the narrow hallway.

He dived between my legs, his stiffened tongue immediately plunging into my pussy.

Deep and hard.

I cried out his name as orgasm kicked up. My throat and jaw vibrated with its potent blasts as pleasure coursed through me.

He was loving every minute of teasing me. He ran his finger below his piercing tongue and spread my juices along my perineum. My honey had already slicked to the taut crevice of my backside and the tiny, puckered entrance hidden there.

I nodded and arched my body to him, signaling the desperation of my urgency.

He heard the change in my whimpers and my cry when he pushed the tip of his finger into that tight opening. I gripped him in a smooth, hot clamp and panted his name.

Whatever I had to do to encourage him.

I reached for his cock. 

I played with his length in my hand. 

I saw the beads of moisture beginning to drip and I knew that I had to taste him.

I leaned forward against his insistence of pleasuring me. My tongue circled the fleshy head of him in curiosity. To explore. I traced the hard ridge beneath him once. I stiffened my tongue and polished that smooth knob until it was shiny and coating my tongue in the flavor of him. 

Salty.

Musky.

All man.

My eyes fluttered as I encircled his girth with my hand and began to pump the steely hard, straight flesh of his stalk. He felt indescribably good and I wanted to savor the complexity of his taste and talents.

My tongue was a limber tease, quick and elusive now, then pressing hard the next moment. When I slapped at his straining head rapidly while I jacked the stalk with a loose fist I made his cock bob. He cursed violently and palmed my head.

I arrowed that long saber into the depths of my throat and my tongue pressed up on him until he was lodged securely against the hard ridge of my upper lip. I applied a steady suction.

His fingers ran into my soft hair, pressing against my skull as he began to thrust between my lips. It was slow at first then began tiny electrical pulsations. I sucked him in harder and deeper. 

He rocked against me deeper and stronger, insisting I take all of him. I would.

I did.

When I slid the tip of his cock down into my throat, I relaxed my throat muscles and used my tongue to massage his underbelly. He groaned gutterly and called my name as I slid him out slowly until the head of his cock was trapped by my lips.

Before he could protest my actions, I took him deep again. I repeated the action again and again until I felt the desperation in his body. He could take no more.

His eyes popped open as he felt me move his cock so that I was taking him more shallowly in my mouth. When he realized how forcefully he'd been thrusting his cock into me, he saw the strained tears that wet my cheeks.

I was wet and horny for him. He could tell by the way I bobbed my head over him so rapidly and hummed a tune of satisfaction in my throat, vibrating his cock to the root, and making his spine tingle. I gave the meaty head a healthy slap with my tongue on each out stroke. 

When he felt my small hand caress his inner thigh and then cup his testicles, massaging them gently he had reached his limit. He immobilized my head with his hand and began to pump between my straining lips, deeper and deeper with each stroke.

Tendrils of joy rippled in the pit of my belly, serving to only make my clit burn. My nipples ached painfully. I wanted to tweak and pinch them.

He began to buck wildly into my mouth, the head of his cock massaging my throat. I gripped his ass with one hand, enthralled by the density of the large tensing muscle as he fucked my mouth furiously. I knew he wouldn't let go of my head until he shot off in my mouth.

I felt him swell in my mouth. He clutched my head, pulling at my hair to keep me in place. His body shuddered violently and he began to fill my mouth and throat with his creamy, musky cum.

I continued to suck and lick him long after the last burst of semen spilled onto my tongue. His taste was hot and it excited me to a fever pitch that I enjoyed every bead as it pulsated from his cock.

Robbie saw me looking at him with a look of conquest. He managed to smile. He drew his erection out of my mouth and the moist popping noise of it as the thick rim cleared my tight lips. He put his hands on my shoulders and rose me to my feet.

I moaned softly into his mouth as I launched myself at him. The kiss was long, slow and hot as hell. His fingers came up to pluck and pinch her clothed nipple. His other hand moved to remove the clothing from my body, causing me to shiver.

As he took the gown off me, I responded to his touch. My hands trembled as I kicked off my pumps and peeled my stockings. I played with the straps of my bra before lowering them and unfastening the clasps. It fell to the floor. Color no doubt flushed my cheeks as I stood before him completely naked. Both in body and spirit now.

I also knew that I had his attention.

I ran my hands along my waist, then my belly, before I drew two fingers into the swollen labia. His breath stuck in his lungs as I rolled my hips and fingers rhythmically towards our mutual pleasure. I felt fire in my belly as my mind dwelled on what he had just done to me. That subtle nudge was enough to make me cum and as I continued to strum it loose from my body, I watched his cock grow hard and ready for me again.

He muttered for me to get my naked ass over to him.

A flash of anxiety washed over me, post orgasm, and it spiced my arousal again. I approached him slowly. 

Teasingly.

Which was very difficult given my agitated state, I must add.

When I got close enough, he reached up and drew me down next to him. He grabbed my wrist and before I could figure out what he intended to do with me, he shoved both of my moist fingers into his mouth. He sucked and ran his tongue between them, quite greedily for my sweet cream. I yelped in surprise a few seconds later when he abruptly hauled me over his lap.

I cried out in alarm when he spanked my bottom. Twice. I struggled in his lap. Not to escape the spanking but to find more enjoyment from it. I twisted my hips and allowed him three more brisk spankings.

I told him that really turned me on as I turned over, leaned in, ran my tongue over his parted lips.

I squirmed as he spank me two more time then he began to palm and squeeze my bottom. He removed his arm and urged me up. I couldn't help but to remember 

Robbie spanked me as he plowed into me earlier and I had a massive orgasm. My clit throbbed as I struggled against him. My belly lit up like the Fourth of July. I wanted to feel that again.

Like yesterday.

He pulled me up until I straddled his lap. He had already torn the wrapper off another condom and was in the process of sliding it down his considerable length when I felt my pussy sizzle at the erotic sight. 

My body moved with Robbie's as his left arm encircled my waist and he held up his cock. I gasped with excitement when I lowered me slowly, skewering me again with his hard flesh.

As my vagina clasped around his cock, I felt him pump with his hips while he held me steady. I heard his grunt of satisfaction when he slipped into me a few more inches.

I trembled in his hands, my vaginal muscles contracted around his invasive flesh and I drew him inward. Now he wasn't going to back out. 

He sent the thumb of the hand which was cradling me between the flushed, swollen folds of my labia. I quivered and flexed around his cock as he began to stimulate my clit. My eyes fluttered as he plucked and pressed against me. His teeth clenched tight when I began to make circular undulations with my hips and stroked his cock to as much effect as I stimulated myself.

I put my hands on his shoulders and bucked forward slightly with my hips, getting the indirect pressure I needed on my clit in order to come.

I watched his eyes widen as I did my subtle dance on his cock. When he felt my flood around him, heard my little whimpers of pleasure, and my muscular walls begin to massage him, he growled one singular word.

Fuck.

He grabbed my hips and thrust up until his aching balls pressed snugly to my delicate tissues. I couldn't stifle the cry he provoked. My body shuddered once. Then again and more violently. I pressed my face to his neck and whimpered mindlessly as pleasure crashed through me.

His eyes shut. The combination of holding me while I shuddered in glorious orgasm and being buried in the center of it was proving too much. He hung on for as long as he could, but as I trembled and milked his cock like a silken fist, he had no choice but to relinquish all control. When my spasms finally waned, I noticed that he was heavily lidded and had already exorcised the demons within him. I still saw that glimmer in his eyes.

I felt his big hands along my hips, sinking his fingers into my buttocks.

I moaned my pleasure when he began to slowly rock me up and down around on his cock. He filled me to the point of unbearable tightness but as the smooth, hard knob of his penis slowly massaged some supersensitive place deep within my being, I knew I was also filled with frantic, desperate lust.

"Yes!" I cried breathlessly, my hips began to join in the pleasurable rhythm of our mating. 

I leaned back and saw his eyes fix on my nipples. I held onto his shoulders and started to wildly buck up and down on his cock. He spanked my bottom lightly. I told him to do it again.

He did.

He ordered me to hold still. He found the will to still his own hips. No small feat for any man who was sheathed in a wet, warm pussy. I stared down at him, panting heavily, as he secured my hip with one hand while the other trailed gently up the sensitive side of my torso. I bit my lip to restrain my moan.

I called his name through panting breaths as his hand swept beneath my armpit and cradled a breast from below. I squirmed in his lap in intense arousal when he stared at me for a few seconds. He smacked my bottom once to still me and then lean forward as though he had all the time in the world. 




Enraptured



Then the bastard flicked my nipple with his tongue.

My vagina flexed upward in excruciating arousal as I watched him and lave the sensitive bud of flesh. He must have felt my uncontrollable inner caress because those gorgeous eyes flashed up to my face. My eyes widened at something I saw in his gaze.

The next thing I knew, he'd flung his arm over my shoulder and gripped my hip and ass tightly, completely immobilizing my body on his lap.

Robbie took a good portion of my breast into his warm mouth and began to agitate and torture the captive nipple. I whimpered and moaned as he lashed at the sensitive flesh with his tongue and bit me with his teeth. I felt his cock swerve and swell inside of my body at the same time that he held my nipple still with his teeth and both pulled and rubbed tightly against with this stiffened tongue.

I exploded again. Because he had forced me into immobility, this orgasm was tight and very concentrated. This restrictive quality bordered on pain but was more enjoyable than any orgasm he had given me thus far.

He growled as the liquid heat gushed around him. He leaned back on the carpet, dug his fingers into my ass and began to lift me up and down as he continued to pump inside me.

I felt him crest and he lifted me high off his penis and rocketed me down in four long, furious hammer strikes. I surprised myself with an orgasm that came from nowhere as began to hold onto me tightly. He launched himself onto one of my breasts, gently kissing it before biting on it the soft mound of flesh with anger and desperation. The pain seared through my body but I found it as arousing as I did painful.

We chuckled as we collapsed into one another. Laying there for a long moment, I stroked his forehead and licked the beads of sweat from his forehead. Needing to get some circulation into my legs, I rose from him and walked to his fridge.

I pulled out a bottle of water, opened it, and began to drink it. It felt so cold, so fresh, so incredibly quenching. 

I turned to face the hallway where I left him. I lifted a hand, raised a finger, and beckoned him to me as I took that cold water and began to lather it over my hot body.

The cold rush of the liquid over my steamed flesh caused my body to tremble, pucker, and become covered in goose flesh. It also served to awaken me as Robbie came to me. I turned to face his kitchen counter. Giving him my back and I parted my thighs and leaned into the counter. I swayed my hips and before I could take another breath I felt him upon me.

His hand spread across my hips and ass cheek, parting me for his cock. I felt it push between my cheeks and I relished in the heat it gave off. This angle would prove to be perfect as he guided himself to my drenched, swollen, clinging sheath, and I drowned in lust when I heard him hiss when he pushed the plum sized head of his cock into me. 

I moaned shakily. His hands rose to my hips and glided them across the silky skin of my ass. Despite everything that we had done this far, he still soothed my flesh and made me horny. I apparently had a lot in my tank. Thank God so did Robbie.

He bucked his hips slowly at first. The wet, sucking sound that the rim of his cock made every time he almost drew his cock out of my pussy made me want to have my body skewered by him with every thrust.

He muttered a few words as he pushed himself another inch into my clinging flesh and began to rock in and out. I moaned, raised my thighs and forced his cock another inch into my heat. He laughed and spanked my ass. By now, my ass was sore and throbbing from those lashes of his palm. 

I wanted more.

So much more.

Robbie continued pumping my pussy for a minute longer and the only sounds to be heard were the sucking sound of his cock in my swollen channel and the frantic breathing from our exhausted lungs. When I tried to push back and force him to increase the pace, he gave me another brisk slap and I cried in agonizing pleasure. By now, he was pressed to his hilt and molded my ass cheeks with his hands. It served to give his aching balls some much-needed pressure.

One hand reached around to pinch the bottom of my swollen, tender labia together. The other played with my clit briskly in the juicy pocket of flesh he'd had teasingly formed.

That cock of his jerked viciously inside my channel and I couldn't take it any longer. He had played with it for so long, teased me, and spanked me. I begged him to fuck me in my ass. 

Now.

He pulled my hair and my neck yanked back, my body arched awkwardly for him.

He took advantage of my prone body and slid his thumb along my slick perineum and accumulated some of the juices our fucking had created. He grabbed my hip and held me steady while he pierced my tiny opening. I panted and moaned as he penetrated me. I stilled beneath and felt his warm length move deeper inside me. 

He snarled with crazed lust, grabbed both hips, and began to pound into me. A growl of pure animalistic pleasure rose from his throat as he pumped me from tip to balls again and again, striking our flesh together in a fierce tempo. I wailed with pleasure and I let my cry surge louder with every pelvic thrust against my ass. 

I came.

It ripped through my body like an electric shock and it shook me violently. The walls that caged his cock instinctively convulsed around him. He responded to my bodies acceptance of his presence by shifting his hand below one ass cheek and lifted it to better accommodate his physical assault. The next slam into me pierced deeper than any other thrust I had ever felt.

His hands dug into my hips as he roared his pleasure. That immense muscular body shuddered in the throes of a violent storm of pleasure. His intensity made me want to keep pace with him. 

Feeling and hearing the effect I was having on him was one of the hottest experiences of my life, given what I have shared with my readers, that is a lot. He had to know the effect he was having on me as well.

As exposed as I was to him, I felt as if every inch of my flesh was made for him at this moment. It was an incredible feeling. His hard knob massaged me deep and the feel of his balls slapping against my moist ass cheeks and even thighs made me bite my tongue from pure pleasure.

God yes, I whispered to only myself. He abruptly pushed my legs further apart and the strain of it made me scream as he took a hold of my thighs and lifted my legs up. 

I gripped the counter top and felt my torso pull. I locked my legs as best I could around his waist while he held onto my thighs and hips continuing to fuck me. I couldn't keep my back straight and it began to sag down. I didn't care at that moment. I was so lost in his assault on my body that I came again.

This one made me delirious. How much more could I have inside of me? With the way that Robbie was making me feel, I prayed to God that I had at least as many left as I had already been given.

When he groaned in agonizing pleasure and I felt the sudden rush of molten liquid into my ass, any discomfort I felt went away. The angle the throbbing head of his cock had taken had made my pussy react in such a way that made everything I was feeling so much more potent than just a few moments earlier. 

I fought alongside him to tilt my hips and keep that incredible pressure going and I found myself exploding as intensely as he was. 

He continued to pump me hard as he continued to cum. Finally his upper body began to sag and I felt my body returning to its upright position. When his back slid against mine, I felt his still throbbing cock pulsate along the outside swelling of my ass cheek and then onto my thigh.

Reaching for his body, I tried to pull him tight to me. I needed to be close to him. Oh my God, he was such a great lover.

I twisted to plant a kiss on his shoulder. 

He spun me around and lifted me onto the counter where we kissed.

It was so sweet.

Slow.

Invigorating.

The simple merging of our lips and the tasting of each other's mouths was doing so much to bring us back down to earth. It also served to ready us for our next round of delicious, sinful, and heart-pounding sex.

I felt him tug the condom off his cock and he leaned me back on the counter as he reached for a towel to clean himself. The fact he did this without breaking our kiss stole the breath from my lungs.

When the kiss finally ended, I slid off the counter top and into his chest. I laughed, from sheer pleasure and wickedness.

He ran his hands through my hair and told me that he would be right back.

I told him ok but as I stood there alone and naked in his kitchen, I felt alone. That was something I definitely did not want. Besides why be apart from a God among men? After what seemed like an eternity but was in reality maybe ten seconds, I went into his bedroom, opened his night stand drawer and grabbed a handful of condoms. Fully armed, I then discovered him in his bathroom. He was cleaning his cock after several hours of fucking and then blasting into my ass, I felt a tickle of delirium etch over my flesh.

Goose pimples.

I stood in the doorway and saw the thorough way he was cleaning his cock off. As he stroked it, I saw it grow bigger and I couldn't help myself.

I skimmed my fingertips along the curve of my lower breast. My excitement grew when I lifted my breast in my palm, enjoying its tautness and his firm cock as he stroked.

He finally turned and saw me. He dropped his wash cloth and nodded for me to continue. I kept the flesh of my breast in my hands as if I were offering it to him but instead he continued to watch me.

When I pinched my nipples lightly both of us groaned. I clamped my thighs together as I continued to play with myself. My gaze became locked on his magnificent cock.

I remembered how heavy it was on my lips not long ago and how the sensation of his thick, swollen head passing across my tongue and lips and I pinched my nipples so incredibly hard at that thought. I tugged on them and loved the sensation just as much as when he came in my mouth.

I cupped both breasts in my hands and lifted them before I released them, letting them bounce into place. I drew my tongue over my upper lip and slid it in as I let my fingers slide down my belly and into the swollen channel of my pussy.

It was so incredible and I fell against the door frame because my knees buckled under the sensational ebbing that had already begun to form in the pit of my belly.

Robbie jerked forward, his eyes devouring me as I continued to finger my pussy. As he came to me, he dropped to his knees and sank back on his feet. He grabbed me in one quick fluid motion. Within a matter of seconds, the dense head of his cock brushed against my cheek.

His hand spread on the back of my head.

He was going to tell me what to do but I beat him to the punch. 

With a cock this magnificent, you wouldn't have to tell me what to do with it.

Already sliding the fat, delineated head of Robbie's cock between my tightly pursed lips, I slapped it with my tongue and he groaned which escalated my excitement. I pushed down on him and loved the feeling of the thick pillar of his shaft stretching my lips and sliding heavily across my tongue.

I began to alternate taking him deep and slow. I bobbed my head over him from mid staff to just below his head fast and forcefully. The lust I had for the delicious, fat knob of his cock just overtook me. I tightly fisted and pumped his shaft while I explored it further. I fluttered my tongue over his rim and then pushed my tightening lips over it repeatedly and sucked in a deep breath.

The rising tension in Robbie's muscles caused heat to flood my pussy. I pictured what it would be like if he lost complete control, held me down, and impaled me with that stiff spear of flesh he possessed. I nibbled at the smooth skin on his head and scraped my teeth along his skin delicately and taunted him with the exertion of the power I know held over him.

He growled like an animal and gripped his fingers in my hair and applied an incredible amount of pressure there. 

Dammit, he spat through gritted teeth.

I pushed him backwards and layed over him. He flexed his hips at the same time that he controlled the movement of my mouth with his hand on my head. My throat muscles relaxed with each successive stroke of his cock and eventually he just began to pump into my mouth with frantic upward bucking motions.

He grunted as his seed began to pour into my throat. I delighted in taking his hot gift. I swallowed madly and took every damn drop of his salty, musky offering to me. I felt like I was going to drown in the essence of him.

And I felt glory in that fact. I wanted more.

By the time he raised my lips off his sated cock, my clit burned with need and friction. 

He palmed the side of my head and leaned up to plant a kiss on my lips.

I pushed him down and away.

Scooting my body until my knees were on either side of his hips, he reached between my thighs and pushed two fingers into my waiting pussy. I yelped and whimpered as he thrust them into me hard for several strokes. He had me on the verge already.

I fought against my need for release to push his hand away. I watched as he drew those fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. I placed my hand at the juncture of my thighs.

My forefinger slid between the swollen, damp fold of my labia. My clit was in dire straits. My hips began to circle and pulse against the pressure of my hand. I massaged every nerve I could until the heels of my feet sizzled in sync with my burning clit.

I spread my thighs wider. I spied something just out of reach. Straining, I leaned for it with my other hand and when my torso returned upright, I had my string of pearls.

I took the strand and wrapped them around my fingers, looped them through the fingers of my other hand and dipped the bead covered index finger of my left hand into my swollen gate. I drew them up and down and soon began to use the entire string against my engorged lips. I bucked my hips against the added pressure for a moment and then stopped. 

I withdrew them and offered the string to him. Robbie sat up to meet me and I ran the pearls over his lips and his tongue tasted the sweet cream I was offering him.

I snatched the pearls back from him and slid them over my nipple, sliding and pinching at it as I rolled it back between my fingertips and lowered the strand so that my other hand could further pleasure my clit. The feel of the warm bead circling me was too much to stand. 

As the beads once again separated the lips of my sex, I exposed my red, glistening pussy to Robbie. I shuddered when he reached for me, his hand stroked my stomach. I whimpered as I felt his hand on mine and together slipped the string of pearls past my lips and we laced the cool little globes between my labia. He pinched the sensitive folds together tightly.

The pearls rolled with a hard pressure against my clit. He somehow managed to pull on the bottom end and made me gasp on the downward slide. He began to pull them back and forth gently and together agitated my clit until I was on fire. My hips began to bob up and down in order to deal with the divine pressure building within me.

My hips jerked uncontrollably against the smooth pearls. My spine tingled and the soles of my feet were on fire. Robbie leaned in an inhaled the scent of my pussy. He licked my swollen lips and with hunger in his eyes torn his attentions upwards and began make agonizing love to my breasts. He lapped my nipples with his tongue, teething the swells of flesh as he fed upon them.

My eyes were heavy and I closed them as the intensity of the burn inside me was magnified upon the feasting of my breasts. I felt and longed for the waves of glory that were to soon be sent crashing against me.

I looked at his distress as I pleasured myself. The desperation, the sheer want in his eyes as he suckled on my nipples was all it took to send me over the edge. I whimpered in anticipation and cried out as I fell over the crest of that first wave. My climax was already unbearable when he pulled at my hair and caused my body to arch towards him. Then he placed those gifted lips onto my breast and pulled on my nipples with his teeth. 

There was a certain complexity about the way he devoured my breasts. It was soft, yet harsh. It was all encompassing yet very focused. Every device at his disposal he used with a surgeon's expertly guided touch.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer depravity of what he was doing to me as I came, again and again, for him.

Before I could fathom what was happening, I felt his fingers snatch the pearls from my hand and I felt both his fingers and the pearls deep inside my vagina. Instead of thrusting in and out, he kept them there. 

He twisted and massaged me. I screamed in pleasure as he created a whirlpool of sensation and my juices flowed over his fingers and down his hand. My eyelids fluttered open and saw that he was leaning over me and had the naughtiest grin on his face.

He increased the pace of the sliding pearls and lapped lightly at the lips of my pussy. I bucked against him wildly. My body had become one exposed, raw nerve.

His stiffened tongue stabbed between my folds as he continued to rolls the pearls against me. I cried out sharply at the sensation of his assault. I held his head in a white-knuckled grip of lust. Just as my muscles went rigid in the apex of orgasm, I felt him push one of his fingers into my ass. The penetration was complete and full. Proving his talents once more, he rubbed in and out at the same time he further tortured my quivering pussy. 

How could I stop myself from coming?

The answer was I couldn't.

So I did.

My eyes shut. Everything went bright white until I literally saw stars and almost felt my eyes roll completely to the back of my head. The rush of adrenaline made for a powerful drug and the result saw me buck, kick, and fight back against his touch in every conceivable way possible but he held onto me and continued his relentless assault as everything I was feeling let loose and consumed me.

I don't know how long the orgasm was or if it was multiple ones. All I know is that it blew my mind. I felt like my body was glowing in the glory of climax. It lingered for several moments.

Those moments seemed like an eternity and I finally came crashing down from my high. Taking stock of where I was and what had happened to me, I felt the most sensational tickle in my belly and I licked my dry lips. I squeeze my right nipple, twisting it as I slid away from him in delirium. I found stability as I leaned against the nearby wall. 

He stood and helped me to my feet. I saw my cheeks in the bathroom mirror. Rosy pink and with swollen eyeballs. My mascara was running down the corner of my eyes. My body was flush. My breasts heaved up and down, matching my breath and erratic pulse.  

I was completely disheveled. I looked at my swollen and bruised nipple, from both the squeezing of my pearls and his savage assault as he plunged those long, strong fingers into me. 

I laid a simple kiss on his nipple, then bit it before rising to my tip toes and kissing him on the lips.

I was going to take my leave of him now. I was completely sated. Mr. Fourth Floor turned out to be one of the best fucks I had ever had. 

As I turned to leave him, he grabbed my hand and asked me to stay until morning.

I smiled and batted my lashes at him. 

I thought long and hard about the depravity and sinful acts we could commit until the sun rose. I bit my tongue and shook my head.

I saw his face contort at my refusal.

I reminded him that this was about the sex. 

Great, mind blowing sex, mind you all.

As this was all very unexpected and spur of the moment, we both needed to take a step back now.




Enraptured



Besides, as I told him, we were only a few floors away from each other and my door, as well as my body would always be open for him.

I gathered my things and slid on my cocktail dress. I let him keep my bra and panties as a souvenir and a trophy. With my pumps in one hand, my pearls and wrap in the crook of my arm, and my handbag in the other, I walked down the hallway feeling rejuvenated and alive for the first time since Beth got sick. 

As I pushed the button for the elevator and waited for a split second as the door opened I contemplated looking back at him in his doorway. 

Never look back, I promised myself lone ago.

As I entered the elevator and slid against its cool, steel wall I blew him a kiss.

Then I smiled in the instant before the door shut.

This would be a memory I would long cherish.



Enraptured by Spanking



On my break at work I often log onto to various spanking websites to drool over stories and pictures. I am always careful to delete my browsing history before finishing my break. So I was startled when Winston, an Englishman who transferred from London to our branch in New York a few weeks ago, sat beside me one afternoon in the break room, and whispered "I found the spanking websites you were looking at to be very charming." 

I flushed and said "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come now, Emma, you can share with me. After all, they do call spanking the English vice." Winston smiled knowingly. I felt shocked by his straightforward manner. Before he had always appeared to be a mild bookworm, albeit a handsome one 

"There must be some mistake. I only look at work-related websites." I said.

"Emma, Emma. You always are careful to delete your history but you never reboot your computer, and the websites can still be accessed until you reboot. I was on your computer yesterday and kept clicking the backwards icon on your web browser and what did I find? Auntyagony.net, a most charming spanking site." Winston smirked. "Look how your face is turning crimson. You needn't be so embarrassed."

"You had no right to snoop! There must be some mistake." I half rose in my chair and he put a hand on my stocking-covered thigh and gently pushed me back down. 

"Why are you denying it? We could both have a little harmless fun," Winston smiled.

I thought it over for a moment. My husband Ted was not interested in spanking, but I've been fascinated by spanking since I was a child when a nanny spanked my bare bum scarlet with the backside of a wooden hairbrush. Since then I've lusted after spanking stories, references, and pictures. I looked spanking up in the dictionary hundreds of times. "A brisk series of slaps on the buttocks." I repressed my desire for spanking at the onset of puberty but became enraptured by the thought of spanking in college. Then I married my stoic husband and there was bored routine. I finally told him my fantasy and he obliged at first. I laid face down over his lap and he gave me a few smacks but he clearly wasn't into it. They were half-hearted spanks and after about a half dozen of them he grunted "that'll teach you." I hinted and then pleaded for more spankings over the following months but little happened in the spanking department. Now this charming British chap was sitting next to me spelling out his interest in spanking. I could scream sexual harassment but opportunities like this don't come around every day. 

"But you are a married man." I said. It was true, Winston had explained before that he met a woman online and then came over here to America and married her. Rumor in the office was that she was a large dominating woman named Julia who had Winston well trained. 

Winston patted my knee and purred, "And you are a married woman. But what's the harm in a little fun? Spanking isn't cheating. It's just a lot of fun. Sure, I'll see your bare bum but we won't have sex." 

I couldn't argue with that logic. We talked and contrived plans for the coming Saturday at his house as his wife was working the evening shift and my husband was going to be out of town. We had two conditions: no sex and no bruises on my bottom as my husband might discover the evidence of spanking. I thought in the unlikely event of some very mild bruising I could always say I self-spanked myself too hard (I confess I've laid myself bare-bottomed over a pile of pillows and self-spanked my bare bottom with a hairbrush before but never to the point of bruising.) However, there was no way I would be able to account for welts or bruises. Three days later I fought my nerves and rang Winston's doorbell. He answered and smiled and led me in. I removed my overcoat and he studied my outfit. My heart-shaped bottom filled the short plaid skirt nicely and also showed off my white toned legs. My large breasts swelled through the white blouse. "Look at you, oh my, you naughty married woman coming to my house. You know what you deserve for coming here?" 

He grasped my right hand and led me to an armchair. Winston sat on the armchair and guided me over his lap. He said "I am going to have to raise your skirt and lower your knickers, Emma. Do you know how shameful that is for a grown woman to have to be chastised like this? I moaned. This felt wonderfully degrading and humiliating. I stared at the carpet and felt the rush of blood to my face as his fingers raised my skirt. "Such a lovely bottom," Winston whispered. I felt my pussy tingling and the rush of shame thrilled me as his fingers slipped into the elastic of my panties and he oh so slowly tugged them down to the top of my thighs. I loved the feeling of my bare bottom being exposed to this man and the spanking began. I felt the sting of his palm against the lower half of my bare bottom. I could feel my clit swelling and a rapid series of spanks began. I moaned as I grinded my groin against his thighs while I laid face down over his lap. He spanked lightly at first but then he picked up the pace. A very small part of me felt disappointed he didn't spank harder. There was that part of me that wanted him to lose control and punish me severely for what I was doing. Nevertheless it was a small desire and the spanking felt sublime. 

Then Winston ordered me to march to the corner and put my nose against the wall. I had to walk slowly as my panties were still around my thighs plus he ordered me to walk while holding my skirt up. I stood with my nose against the wall for a minute or so while I listened to him rummaging through some drawers. He came back and said "I hold in my right hand an oval wooden hairbrush. I am not going be too hard on you as you don't want bruises. But I am going to have to punish you for coming here. Now, step back from the corner but don't turn around. Put your hands on your knees. I am going to give you a spank for each year of your life. At your age you really should know better than to trifle with a married man." 

"One for each year of my life?" I protested. "But that's 23 spanks!" 

My protest ended with a SMACK! The brush caused as much noise as pain. He made me count the smacks and by 15 I was in ecstasy and at 23 my knees buckled as I orgasmed. He told me to go back to the corner and put my nose against the wall.

I listened to Winston setting the hairbrush down on a countertop and he said "I hope you learned your lesson." 

"Oh, I did. But my pussy is driving me crazy. It is so lonely right now maybe you should stick your cock in it," I whispered.

"What?" Winston said. "I cannot cheat on Julia! "

I purred "it's not cheating if you don't stick it in all the way. Just give me the head of your dick from behind. It's only cheating if you put it all the way in."

"It's not cheating then?" Winston said. I listened to him unzipping while I remained facing the wall. "Are you quite sure about that?"

"Oh, yes I am certain." I said. I felt his right hand gripping my hip and his left hand forcing me to bend over. My palms were spread and pressed against the cool blue wall. His breath came out in quick gasps as he forced his dick into my pussy slowly. He gave me just the head of it in and out in short thrusts. I quivered as he increased the pace just giving me the head and I felt dizzy and the room began to spin just a little bit and I thought I heard a door open but I wasn't quite in my own mind. I moaned "give it all to me Winston!" 

"What in the hell is going on in here?" It was a woman's voice loud and booming. Winston pulled out of me and shrieked "I wasn't cheating! Emma told me it wasn't cheating if I didn't put my cock all the way in her!" I turned around and watched Winston as he zipped up his pants. 

"Silence!" Julia's voice was thundering and commanding. I turned to face her and involuntarily stepped backward. She was perhaps 28, with large hips and a narrow waist and flat stomach. The most imposing thing about her was her height; she stood at 6 feet tall while Winston cowered before her at 5' 10". She had dark blonde hair that went to her shoulders and she wore a sleeveless dress that showed her large round and smooth arms. I couldn't help but wonder how hard she could spank with such arms. 

Julia pointed one of her hands at me and cried "Emma! You horrible little slut, you don't remember me, do you?"

I felt confused and scared. "We've never met," I said desperately. 

"Oh, haven't we? I was your husband's boss for five years. I met you at a company picnic last summer. Remember me now?"

"Oh my gawd," I said. 

Julia shouted "Emma, pull up your panties and wait in the corner. Unless you want me to call Ted right now and tell him everything you better stay facing the corner until I am through with Winston." I listened to her admonishing Winston "so you spanked that little slut's bottom with this brush, young man? I am going to spank your bottom now. You and your 'English vice' are going to learn a lesson." They scurried out of the room and a door slammed shut. In disbelief I soon heard some loud smacks. Was she really spanking him? He was in charge of me earlier and seemed so strong and now she came along and put him in his place. I was right. A spanking was in progress as I heard some loud SMACKS with what must have been the back of that hairbrush, and soon I heard Winston begging then sobbing. I debated leaving the house and calling Ted and telling him this crazy woman was going to call him with a story that I-well I didn't know what I could say. I didn't want to lose out on Ted's generous financial nature. He paid the bills and spoiled me rotten. I listened as the door opened and the heavy footsteps approached. 

I trembled as I felt a hand with long fingernails digging into my shoulder. "Young lady, it's your turn to be spanked." 

"Oh, please, Miss, you mustn't!" I begged her. An erotic spanking was one thing, but a punishment spanking sounded scary. 

"Unless you want me to tell Ted, I am going to give you the spanking of your life right now, young lady." Julia's strong nature started to remind me a little bit of that nanny who welted my bottom that bright fall afternoon ten years ago. Julia wielded the hairbrush around in front of my face and she scowled at me. Then she turned and hustled toward the armchair. I noticed her ass was shaped round and perfect like a dartboard. Her dress rose up her legs as she sat on the armchair and she patted her knees with the hairbrush motioning me to come over. I hesitated and she barked "this is your last chance before I call Ted!" I rushed over and lay face down across her lap. She jerked up my skirt and ripped down my panties. There was nothing gentle and erotic about her manner. I felt the back of the hairbrush SMACK! as it smashed against my bare bottom. 

"Ow!" I cried out. 

"You filthy harlot. What kind of sluttish married woman would lead my husband astray like this?" She began to spank quickly and the hairbrush didn't hurt as bad when she did rapid spanks but what amazed me was how unrelenting her pace was. I gasped for air and tried to keep track of her rate of spanks and discovered it was a spank every two seconds and she had must have gotten in a hundred spanks already. The shame and humiliation of Julia spanking me was much worse than any man doing so. My bottom began to burn. I felt a rush of guilt as I realized I enjoyed being spanked by this woman. Julia's spanked and lectured, "Your rotten slut. You are shameful!" My clit began to swell up again and the dizzy feeling returned. Against my will, my hips began to gyrate and I started to cry out as if I were in pain, and while I orgasmed I called out "please forgive me!" She took my cries and movements to be repentance and ceased the spanking. She ordered me to dress and leave her house at once. When I returned home I rushed to the bathroom mirror, turned around, raised my skirt and lowered my panties and turned and looked over my shoulder at the damage: my butt was covered with welts and large bruises. 

Dear reader, do not take me for a slut or a harlot! I hate those words. I was simply misled by Winston. Please, I ask you to email me in haste and tell me what can be done to speed up healing these welts before my husband returns home. I don't want him to discover this and divorce me as I would have to find a full-time job. What should I do? 

Yours,

Emma New York