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Bowling

By: matriarch



"Of course I will come." you tell me. "That's where you will be, so that's where I want to be." You close the discussion with a soft, gentle kiss, before disappearing to the bedroom to choose your clothes for the outing, leaving me smiling as I try and picture just what you will be wearing.

I have been nagged into taking part in a charity bowling competition, an all-girls team from work. We do not expect to win, but apparently, "It will be fun." After telling you about it, I suggested that you would not have to come if you didn't want to, I didn't like to think of you sitting around, not knowing anyone, watching strangers bowling. You had only arrived in England from America a few days ago, and I was having doubts about taking part, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible, but you would have none of it. So now you would be going with me.

Following you into the bedroom, I find you searching through your clothes, and smile as you finally pull out a dress. Red, with a fitted bodice, thereby removing the need for a bra; a soft skirt just to your knee, the sort that would billow out around you as you sat. Nothing outrageous to you, a woman who wears dresses and lingerie all the time, by choice, but in the setting in which we will find ourselves? I grinned at the thought of the looks that would be coming your way. 

You turn to me, smiling happily at your choice of outfit. "What do you think darling, a conservative dress, moderate heels, and maybe a nice hat?. The picture of primness." "Red? Conservative? Prim? I don't think so.

"It sounds lovely, but please. No hat." You pout slightly at me, but nod in agreement. 

"OK. No hat. But underneath? the red cincher with stockings, high heels, also in red, and..........a surprise for you." The dreamy smile that passes over your face tells me you are plotting, and your plotting usually ends with teasing me.

Leaving you to your wardrobe and preparations I undress quickly and go to take my shower leaving the cubicle before you arrive, or else I know, I just know, we will be late. You enter, as I am leaving, and knowing just what effect you have on me, you cannot resist the opportunity to tease, leaning against my wet skin, your hands sliding down my back to cup my ass cheeks, sliding one elegant finger into my crack, tickling my rosebud, pressing gently against it as your mouth softly kisses me, your tongue gliding over my lips, teeth lightly nipping my bottom lip, your other hand gliding lightly over an already hard nipple. As I inhale in a sharp hiss, you pull away, smiling innocently at me. "We don't have time for this love, I have to shower now. Go get ready, I won't be long," and step suddenly away from me, chuckling in that deep throaty voice that drives me mad. 

Every time. You get me every time. Minx.

Feeling very warm and aroused, I return to the bedroom and dress, casual pants and shirt, in complete contrast to your finery, slowing my preparations so that I can watch you don your in your delicious lingerie. Finally, we are both ready, leave the house and I drive us to the bowling alley. But still you haven't finished teasing. As I park the car, you open the door, and just before getting out, you turn to me, your eyes sparkling in delight, "I have a surprise for you love", and watching my face, you turn up the skirts of your dress so that I can see you are not wearing panties. I am treated to the sight of your pussy framed with the suspender straps, clinging on to black stockings, and even I can see from here, signs of your arousal glistening on your red curls. 

I gasp at the sight before me, but before I can reach for you, you laugh delightedly at the look on my face, and jump out of the car, closing the door quickly and wait for me. As I sit there with my mouth open, my immediate thought is to just throw you back in the car, drive home, and just spend all evening making love to you, fucking you. But I have promised to take part in this damn competition.

With a sigh I get out of the car and carefully lock the door. Moving round to your side, I pull you into my arms, and kiss you - hard and deep. "You are going to pay for that tease young lady. Be warned." I whisper against your mouth. 

"Oh I hope so, love," is your breathless response, as you stroke my cheek with your soft hand, and reach to lightly kiss the tip of my nose.

Shaking my head at your delicious sexiness I turn us both to the hall, pulling your hand through my arm, to walk for a brief time in the darkness as a couple. You teasingly ask me, "When we meet your friends, how will you introduce me? Your friend from the States perhaps? Certainly not the wild eyed nymph who shares your bed each night?" The sparkle in your eyes tells me once again, that this is going to be an interesting evening.

Once inside, we become the 'friends' we are supposed to be. I make the introductions, saying as little as possible about you, just using your phrase, "A friend from the States, over on holiday." I avoid your eyes while I am saying this, knowing, just knowing that you are sparkling at me, smiling at my words.

The evening starts slowly, we all have a warm up bowl, and then the competition begins for real. The place is packed with people, every lane is taken with a team, and surrounded by supporters. There are no spare seats, and seeing this, you take your opportunity while I am up bowling my turn. When I return to the seats, you jump up to let me sit, pushing me down, and then, to my surprise, and I'm sure, everyone else's, sit on my lap, winding one soft arm around my neck. I can feel my face growing pink, and am extremely grateful for the low lighting that surrounds the seats. Because of the noise level, you lean close to my ear to say something to me, taking the opportunity to gently blow in my ear, making me shiver, and then gently nip my ear lobe. Damn it, you are teasing me good tonight. 

Each time I get up to bowl, your hands manage to linger on some part of me, and each time I return, you stand up close to me, and return to your place on my lap as I sit down, one of your hands accidentally grazing my breast, the next time, brushing my bum as I stand. And once, when I bowled well, you excitedly jumped up, threw your arms around me, and kissed me. On the mouth. There. In front of everyone. I have no idea what the others think about your behaviour towards me, I chose not to even think about it, to just ignore it. Just acted as if it was normal, one of those strange things Americans do.

As I'm driving, I am not drinking, but I am guzzling a lot of iced coke, I need something to cool me, your attentions are beginning to get to me, my temperature is rising, and I know I'm getting wet. Exactly as you had planned it.

And then I made a strike. A full blown strike. I was ecstatic, and when I turned to you, and you leapt at me again, kissing me, and your tongue briefly snaked into my smiling mouth, a shock of desire rushed through me. Under cover of the congratulatory hugging, I whispered for you to go to the ladies room and wait for me - NOW!! I wanted more than just a hint of tongue, I wanted all of it. I sent you off first, and after a couple of minutes, followed you, laughing with the others about "..too much coke", and "..... weak bladders." 

When I arrived, you were standing in front of the mirror, studiously adjusting your hair and makeup. Thankfully, there was no-one else in the toilets, as I dragged you into a cubicle, pushed you against the wall, and while we fiercely and frantically kissed in the short time we had granted ourselves, I lifted your leg up around my hip, opening your pussy wide to me. I teased your mouth with mine, and did the same to your pussy with my fingers, loving the sound of your moan into my mouth, and the way you began to push against my hand, wanting me to enter you. And very briefly, I do, easing 3 fingers into your wetness. God, you are so wet, I want to have you here and now. But instead, I pull back, remove my fingers, hearing you moan in frustration, watching me as I lick my fingers clean of your essence. Softly I press my mouth to yours, opening my lips to allow you to search my mouth with your tongue, tasting yourself. Gently I disentangle our arms, and smoothing down your dress, with more arousing caresses, and gentle quick kisses, I leave the cubicle to return before you.

When you return to the seat, I am sitting, and move slightly to make a gap for you to sit close beside me. My fingers are itching to touch your pussy and I will not deny myself. I have one arm stretched out behind you, and as you sit I quickly drop my hand on the seat so that the floaty skirts of your dress cover it, and smile in the darkness as you try to smother your squeal of surprise, and try not to squirm, as my finger made its way into your heated, moist silkiness. I turn to you, whispering in your ear, "That will teach you not to wear panties, my sweet tease." Smiling at your whimper as my finger moves lightly inside you.

Soon it is my turn to bowl again, and as I withdraw my finger from you, you lift yourself slightly to aid me, but other wise do not move. Just smile at me, a smile that tells me you are enjoying your evening very much. I know this behaviour is exciting you as much as it's exciting me. I know it by the moisture on my finger, and the delicious aroma I inhale as I surreptitiously bring my finger to my nose, under the pretext of brushing away a hair, or rubbing an itch (how apt). I look at you as I do this; you know just what I'm doing, and to my surprise, you lower your head in sudden shyness. Such a confusing woman.

Quickly I take my turn, my eagerness to return to you almost overpowering, and when I return to my seat, you stand briefly to hug me, tell me "well done", and re-seat yourself, wanting my hand to return to its previous position. You sit down, and once again my finger returns to you pussy, and I swear I heard a quiet moan and sigh come from you. In all the noise I'm not sure. I lean to you and against your ear, ask if you are OK all the time moving my finger around inside your warm silkiness which is getting wetter by the second. Your smile and smouldering eyes answer my question long before you reply, "I'm fine, thank you." 

With a smile, I return my attention, apparently, to the game and my companions, but all the time my finger is stroking and pushing into you. Then, a wicked though occurs to me, and with a little manoeuvring, I manage to move my thumb to your ass, just playing with the entrance, teasing the nerve endings, occasionally pushing lightly against your quivering rosebud which I know is desperate for me to enter. I feel, rather than hear your soft intake of breath the first time my thumb touched your ass, and as I move those inquiring digits oh so slightly, while whispering to you under the pretence of commenting on the game, I would be revelling in the trembles I can feel rippling through you, as you try not to outwardly show just what my hand is doing to you and your senses. 

Each time I rise to bowl, the same thing happens, except that by the last bowl, I have managed to actually get my thumb into your ass, and you spend those delicious minutes doubly impaled on my hand. I swear I can hear your heart pounding, I know I can feel your arousal, as it slowly leaks out on to the seat and my hand.

I stand to take my last turn, noticing with a smile how you don't leave the seat, you daren't, and when I return, your eyes are flashing at me to 'fuck me, please fuck me, I can't last any longer'. I simply smile and resume my place, my hand where it should be, until the rest of the team have finished their turns. When everyone has finished, we make our goodbyes and hurriedly leave. My excuse is a late table booking for dinner. As we leave, I have this vision of one of the other team members taking the place where we had been sitting, where you had been sitting and wondering what the moisture was on the seat, trying to remember if anyone had spilled a drink....... 

Finally, we are outside in the cool evening air and you shiver slightly as that air blows lightly over your sopping pussy. The next few minutes in the car, in the blessed darkness of the car park, area scene of frenetic activity as our mouths try to devour each other, our hands move over each other, caressing, stroking, squeezing. I pull down the top of your dress to reveal your wonderful breasts and with a moan of delight, repeatedly take each succulent globe into my mouth, sucking, licking, gently nipping each nipple with my teeth, until you almost scream at me, "For god's sake love, please, FUCK ME!!" 

My hand searches under your dress, thrusting my fingers back into the warmth they had recently left. I couldn't stop now, I don't have to stop now, as I tear my mouth from your breasts and push back your seat as far as it will go. I move into the well in front of your seat, and dropping to my knees, lift your legs over my shoulders, and with my tongue and fingers quickly bring you to the orgasm you are desperately seeking. It takes but a short while before you are writhing in your seat, your hands holding my head to you, as my mouth sucks on your clit, my fingers pump, and you come for me, beautifully, urgently, frantically, loudly. What a wonderful way to end an evening and start a night.

As your breathing slows, you reach for me, and pull me up to you. Briefly I lay on you, kissing your breasts on the way to your mouth murmuring as I go, "Didn't I tell you I would make you pay for teasing me, my love?"

Smiling against my lips, your arms holding me close against you, you reply, "You did, you did. It was delicious. Now take me home woman, and make love to me." 

I was more than happy to comply, knowing that for the next few hours I was going to be in heaven.

Bowling



Friday nights were bowling nights for Frank and his wife Kathy and their good friends Amanda and Billie. Actually Billie didn't bowl, he had something wrong with his back, but he always went to watch his wife bowl and all four of them would end up at the neighborhood bar for a few drinks before going home.

Frank and Kathy looked like the perfect couple. Kathy had long naturally blond hair, tall for a girl, about 5'8" and breasts she was very proud of, always wearing tight sweaters or half open V neck blouses. Frank was 6 ft. tall, muscular build, and dark skin showing his Italian heritage. They looked like the perfect couple so everyone was surprised when Kathy walked out and filed for divorce.

In contrast, Billie and Amanda looked like a mismatched couple. Amanda was 5'6" tall, the same height as Billie. She had even longer hair than Kathy's, only hers was luxurious black hair that reached almost to her perky ass and framed her stuck-up nose and pouty lips. Billie was slim, almost skinny and he was going prematurely bald. They looked like the odd couple but they got along fine. Billie was very much in love with his wife and considered himself lucky that she agreed to marry him. She liked the way he was always so considerate of what she wanted and he was always doing his best to please her.

They bowled in the city's mixed bowling league. Initially their team consisted of Amanda, Kathy, Frank and a young woman named Courtney. When Kathy left, a friend of Courtney's called Megan joined their team. Amanda and Frank were good bowlers but the two young women were even better and often their team was the highest scoring team of the night.

When Kathy, Amanda, Frank and Billie used to part ways after a few drinks in the bar they would hug each other and give each other a goodnight kiss. Billie used to put his arm around Kathy and give her a kiss on the check while Frank would kiss Amanda on the lips and try to cop a feel. Amanda would say, "Stop that," but she always said it softly. Even after Kathy left the 3 of them would still go to the bar for a couple drinks before going home. If Billie wasn't paying close attention Frank would try and rub his hand down Amanda's body while kissing her. She would say, "Quit that or I'm going to tell."

Amanda and Frank were very pleased when their team was selected to represent their home town in the state finals in Ridgeview, a city about 160 miles away. To celebrate, Frank took Amanda and Billie out for dinner and then a few drinks in a bar, the night before they were to leave for Ridgeview. It was a 2 day tournament and Billie had booked a room at the hotel for 2 nights and Frank had done the same. He was going to drive all 3 of them to Ridgeview and back home after the tournament. After dinner they were having a nightcap in the bar, and Frank slipped a pill in Billie's drink when no one was looking.

The next morning Billie woke up with stomach cramps and a fever. On top of that he had diarrhea. He was in no shape to go anywhere so he was going to stay home in bed while the two of them went to the tournament. The trip was mainly uneventful but every time Frank tried to turn the conversation to something sexual, Amanda would change the subject. After checking in and having dinner they played their first set of 3 games. They won all 3 games and were feeling really good. Frank invited Courtney, Megan and Amanda back to his room to celebrate and drink margaritas. After about an hour Courtney and Megan said they were returning to their room.

After they left, Frank said to Amanda, "I wonder if they're dykes. I know they're sharing a room."

"What a terrible thing to say. If it were not for them, we wouldn't be here. You're just mad because you tried to put the make on Megan and she rejected you. Besides I should be going too."

"Don't go yet, just finish you're drink first." He went over to sit beside her in the seat that Megan had just left. He put his arm around Amanda and tried to slip his hand under her arm to feel her breast; but she prevented him by holding her arm close to her body.

"No Frank," she said standing up. "I'm going back to my room, and don't think I don't know what you want to do. I can see the bulge in your pants."

"At least give me a goodnight kiss," he said getting in front of her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her tight against him while he forced his tongue in her mouth. Men and women are so different. A guy sees a sexy women, he gets a hard on and he wants to fuck. Not women; they need foreplay, lots of kissing, hugging and caressing. Men just want to fuck, but oh no, not women. They worry about their reputations, what people might think and they don't want anyone to think they are sluts fooling around with other men.

She didn't kiss him, but she stopped trying to get out the door. She let him maul her ass with his hands but she did not respond in any way. Guys can see a nude or semi-nude woman and he's ready to fuck, but women don't make it that easy. They need to be touched and caressed, and gently forced to submit. Frank forced her back on the sofa and fell on top of her preventing her from getting away. Since she wouldn't kiss him back he switched to her neck gently biting her and sticking his tongue in her ear. A woman likes to be forced but just don't overdo it. If she is forced then it's not her fault if she gets fucked. It's not her fault if she cheated on her husband because that bad man made her fuck. She tried to stop him but he was too strong for her so she had no choice but to submit. Her reputation will still be intact because he made her do it. Just make sure you don't hurt her or she'll turn on you like a wildcat.

Pushing her skirt up her moved his hand up her leg to massage her panty covered pussy. "Get off me you beast," she said. He continued to caress her. "Let me up you horny bastard." You can ignore what they say, just watch their body language. He thrust first one and then two fingers rapidly into her quickly moistening pussy. She spread her legs a little to give him easier access, probably not even aware she was doing it. He now replaced his fingers with his bare cock but couldn't get more than an inch or two into her through her panties. "Lift up just a little so that I can slip your panties down and make love to you." That's another thing, women don't fuck, they make love. Tell a woman you want to fuck them and most will turn you down cold along with calling you a creep and a pervert.

His rapid thrusts could not penetrate her panties but it did excite her clit and it was now easy to remove her panties from her now wet pussy. With her panties off he pushed into her hard. He had been teased long enough and now he just wanted to unload his cum into her pussy. His rapid deep thrusts were sending chills throughout her body and she wrapped her legs around him to draw him in. Billie was always so kind and gentle when they made love but this guy was exciting parts of her pussy that Billie never could and she was rapidly building toward her orgasm.

That's another thing. Guys like to get their rocks off and then roll over and go to sleep. Not women; they want to not only have their orgasm, heaven help you if you cum before them, but they want to talk and to be held and kissed afterwards. Life would be so much simpler if women were more like men. 

He continued his hard thrusts while massaging, no mauling her breasts with his rough hands. This was too much stimulation and she came holding him deep inside her with her legs. His cum spurting inside her only added to her satisfied feeling. He rolled off her but continued to hold her and kiss her. She knew she should get up and go to her room but she felt so satisfied and contented she stayed and soon fell asleep.

The next morning was a whole new challenge for Frank. He knew she would be feeling guilty for cheating on her husband and mad at him for everything else. He does not usually grovel but if there was ever a time to do it, it was now. He made in room coffee and brought it to her in bed. "Here's your coffee Amanda; I made it just the way you like it." She sat up in bed holding the covers tight to her neck and he could see the angry fire in her eyes. "I am soo sorry for what I did last night. You're beauty and sex appeal was just too much for me to resist. I will never try and do anything like that again. I think I love you but that's no reason for me to do what I did."

He could see some of the fire in her eyes lesson and a little compassion start to show. This was starting to work. A woman likes to hear a man tell her that he loves her even if she thinks he's a creep. "You had better be sorry after taking advantage of me last night." He could tell the anger was gone.

"I'm going down to the restaurant to get 2 takeout breakfasts. This will give you plenty of time to get up and take a shower and get dressed. Just promise me that you will stay here until I get back. I still have a lot of apologizing to do." That's what a woman want to hear. None of this is her fault; it's all the fault of that dirty rotten bastard that fucked her against her will. When he returned he was a little surprised to see that she was still there. "I ran into Courtney and Megan in the coffee shop and they invited us to lunch. I hope you don't mind but I said yes."

She thought having lunch with anyone had to be better than having lunch with a creep like Frank. Over lunch Frank turned on the charm, telling all 3 of them how good they bowled and how he felt he had let them down. Amanda knew that was nothing more than a cheap trick to get some sympathy, but the other two swallowed his line and told him he bowled very well. He was kind of charming in a little boy kind of way and she even found herself laughing with the others at some of his stupid jokes.

They won their afternoon game making it to the semifinals but lost out on their evening game so they didn't make the finals. There was no trophy for 3rd place but they were still quite pleased with how well they had done. The girls invited Amanda and Frank to their room for a few drinks to celebrate, but Amanda said she had to return to her room because her husband was going to call tonight. No problem the girls said, "We'll bring the booze to your room and celebrate there." So they had a mini party, plenty of booze and lots of high fives. About nine Courtney and Megan said they had to go because they wanted to get an early start in the morning. Once they left Amanda said, "You should be going too Frank, I'm expecting my husband to call any time now."

"Give me a kiss first."

"No Frank and you promised me no more sexy stuff."

"I lied, now come and give me a French kiss."

"If I give you a kiss will you go back to your room?"

"Kiss me properly and I will." He was standing near the door so she got up from the sofa and came to him and kissed him. He held her tight and kissed her back forcing his tongue in her mouth. She turned her head away exposing her neck and he bit her neck. It was more of a half bite and half kiss and at the same time he dug his fingernails into her shoulders and scratched her with both hands from her neck to her ass.

"Let go of me, you said you would go back to your room if I kissed you." 

"I lied again, now give me another kiss as he grabbed her and kissed her hard. His rough treatment was sending tingles down her back and to her pussy. He dug his fingers in her ass and pulled her tight against him and she could feel the bulge in his pants. She momentarily stopped struggling, enjoying the feeling of his body tight against her. Realizing what she was doing she pushed hard against his chest breaking his hold on her. "Get out of my room you horny bastard." She was mad at him so how come some small part of her was happy he didn't leave.

He took her back in his arms, kissing her and massaging one breast with his hand and massaging her ass with the other hand, all the while forcing her back on the sofa. He got his knee between her legs and ran his hand up under her skirt to rub her pussy. "Quit that; get off me you dirty pig." He ignored her completely and he was now rapidly thrusting two fingers into her pussy through her panties. There were times when Billie, her husband was feeling horny and she was not, all she had to say was quit it and he would instantly stop and apologize to her. He always tried to be sensitive to her feelings. This guy could care less about her feelings; all he wanted was to fuck her. So why was her body responding to him instead of being turned off? He kissed her passionately and she was starting to melt. Instead of holding her body stiff, she relaxed letting him hold her tight.

Just then the phone rang. "Get off me Frank that will be my husband. Get out of my room."

"No; I'm going to hand you the phone and you will carry out a normal conversation with Billie. Quit giving me a hard time and I'll stay quiet while you talk to your husband. Just co-operate and don't fight me and your husband will never know I'm with you. If you don't, I'm going to say, Hi Billie, how you doing, and he will know I'm in your room." He picked up the phone and handed it to her.

"You are a bastard," she said but she took the phone from Frank and said hello.

"I miss you so much Amanda, when are you coming home?" Billie asked.

"I miss you too, and I'll be home tomorrow."

Meanwhile Frank was busy. He unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra. Other than some squirming to try and prevent him and giving him some dirty looks, she let him do it. Now with her bare breasts exposed, he sucked one and then switched to suck the other one, while she talked to Billie. She should have been outraged at what he was doing but somehow it was incredibly arousing to have a man sucking on her bobs while she talked to her husband. He had two free hands to unbutton her skirt and pull down the zipper and she only had one hand to try and stop him. Now he was able to get his hand under her skirt and into her panties. The moment his fingers touched her wet pussy she gasped at his audacity.

Billie heard her gasp. "Are you all right Amanda, you sound funny?"

"I'm OK, I just thought I was going to sneeze," she said while trying to pull Frank's hand out of her panties to no avail. Since she was sitting down, he couldn't get at her the way he wanted so he had to settle for massaging her breast with one hand and finger fucking her with the other. Since she couldn't get his hand out she stopped trying. His fingers titillating her clit were getting her excited and she was breathing hard as she started to move her hips a little against his fingers.

"Honey, you sound out of breath, are you sure you're OK?"

"Yes I'm fine. I may have a cold coming on making me a little short of breath." Frank was now tugging on her skirt trying to get it off her. Suddenly he succeeded, did she actually help him by lifting her hips? "Frank, stop it right now."

"Are you talking to someone?"

"No hon, you must be hearing the TV." Frank moved quickly, he got between her legs, already having his cock out, and pushing her panties aside entered her. Was she outraged at what he was doing, no. Somehow the sexual arousal of what he was doing while she talked on the phone to her husband, had her feeling soo horny, a building need inside her that only a cock could satisfy, that she started to thrust back against him. Frank was in an awkward position, half squatting trying to get deeper penetration that his legs were starting to ache.

"Hang up the phone Amanda."

"Billie, I gotta go now, see you tomorrow." The erotic stimulation of Frank trying to fuck her while she was on the phone had her near orgasm. I must be a bad wife, she thought, but her body no longer cared, it just wanted satisfaction. She dropped the phone receiver on the phone and allowed Frank to push her back on the sofa. She was soo close that feeling Frank cum in her put her over the top to her own orgasm and she held him tight to her with her legs. When her breathing returned to normal, she pushed him off her and sat up. That's when she noticed the phone receiver lying on the floor. It was just giving a beeping sound now but how much did Billie hear. Hopefully he hung up right away, or otherwise she would have to tell him she was watching a porno movie. Would he believe her?



Bowling Alley



So it all starts as I walk into the bowling alley. A place I haven't been to in a few years. Seeing as I was the new guy around town I felt the best way to get out and meet some people was to go to some of the local hotspots. Since it was still around noon the bars were out of the picture and I figured why not knock a few sets down. 

As I walked in and up to the counter I catch sight of a beauty standing behind the counter. She seems sucked up into her work as she jots something down onto a clipboard and I take a moment for my eyes to slip up and down over her. I catch sight of her name tag, hmm Ashley. It has a nice ring to it but when she turned and I caught sight of those eyes my mind went blank and right there i knew all I wanted was to talk more with her even though not one word had been spoken. She says "Hi welcome to the Alley cat, have you bowled before?" Still in a daze I just shake my head no. She smiles and goes on to explain the rules of the lanes and pricing and a few other things all of which fly in one ear and out the other. She realizes Ive been smiling and just nodding and smirks and says "Well I do train newcomers so if you want we can setup a lane and I can walk you through it." This of course shook me back into reality and I wholeheartedly agreed. 

After a few minutes and some basic conversation we were standing at the lane and she was behind me guiding my arm. God was it soft and I could feel her tits lightly graze my back as she helped swing my arm back and forth. This of course was getting me quite excited and I could feel its effect on my lower half. 

After the 3rd ball I turned awkwardly right after the ball rolled from my fingers and collided softly into one another. I smiled and excused myself for bumping her as my hand slid along her side. I walked by and got my ball, as she prepped again behind me guiding my arm. I could clearly make out the feeling of her hard nipples as she pressed her bosom firmly against my back knowing this time it was no mistake. After another few times I could tell both our breaths were sped up and she seemed to have a hunger in her eyes especially when she looked down and I'm sure saw the clearly lined bulge of my hard cock. 

It seemed as if time flew by and the match was over. She was smiling and with a small head motion signaled to go out a side exit door. Once outside she leaned against the wall and watched as I let the door close behind me. "That was quite a match for someone with such... Stiffness." The last word coming out as she looked down and then back up with smiling and hungry eyes. And I knew right then I needed to feel her against me again. I took the bold step forward and pressed her body fully against the wall and kissed hard as I press that hard cock against her thigh making a small moan escape from her lips. My hands are already alive and roaming. One behind taking a firm handful of her ass and the other slipped up into her hair pulling her deeper against my mouth. 

Within minutes my hand is slipping down her pants and slipping them down her hips to get my fingers into her as my other is up and under her shirt and my cock is straining harder then ever to get out. She moans with each motion of my hand as i feel her heat and rising pleasure as my hand quickly becomes wet with her excitement. And soon she has a body shaking orgasm where I pull her pants down to her knees and spin her around as my cock is already springing free and I slide my hand wet with her pleasure up and down it making it nice and slick. Then I lean forward and thrust all 8in all the way to the base as my hand slides up and taking her hair in a solid grip. I just stay still for a few moments letting her pussy adjust to the newly stretched confines. Feeling it spasm and her knees shake. Then I slowly strike her ass with an open hand on each cheek lighting it up. Then gripping her waist as I begin to slowly ease back out bringing it all the way till its only the head and then thrusting hard. Slamming all the way down to her cervix slowly picking up tempo. Slowly speeding up enjoying each thrust gaining power as those thrusts lift her off onto her toes. Adding more force with each stroke making my adrenaline start to rise as I go faster and faster. Feeling orgasms come and go as her pussy spasms unable to handle the amount of cock going into her. Her pussy clamping and trying to hold me still as it only fuels me to fuck faster and harder still. Loving the wet sound of her now dripping pussy as I saw into her in this bowling alleys alley. 

Hearing the occasional crash of pins only adds more to the naughty thought of what was happening. She turns her head and looks at me panting eyes closing each time I slam home. After the next noticeable orgasm I pick her up and spin her on my still hard cock as I press her back against the wall. I begin to fuck up into her as I stand there wanting nothing more then to feel her pussy take more and more as her eyes roll up into her head and her tits bounce in my face. I begin to growl knowing what is coming and I pull her away from the support of the wall fully fucking while standing. Power driving up and into her feeling her legs spasm around my waist as i finally feel on the verge. My growl rises to almost a roar as I pump spurt after thick hot gushing spurt of cum into her pussy never stopping knowing it's frothing and dripping down my cock and balls.

Finally stopping and shaking slightly letting her back down and catching her as she almost falls now with no strength in her legs. A few moments later out clothes are back on and we both sitting there with huge smiles enjoying a much needed smoke. All I can say is "And here I thought it would be hard to find new friends."



Bowling Balls



 (This is a story based upon sexual metaphors which will only be funny if you look for every little pun and metaphor. But still, it's not that funny.)

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One day Harold White and his buddy, Thin Man, were walking down to the nearest bowling alley. Today, they decided to take a shortcut through the woods. Though the route was actually a longer way, they did however come across a box under some twigs.

The box was small, metal, and had a simple padlock on it. When they removed the branches from off of it, the sunlight reflected off, causing it to glow. The two teenagers with a low intelligence were drawn to the very shiny, appealing box.

"What a cool looking box. I wonder what's in it," Harold said.

Thinny replied, "Let's open it."

The two placed down their bowling-ball bag and searched for objects to smash off the lock. Thinny reached for a glass liquor bottle he saw lying in the grass. He didn't notice it was full because of the paper bag it was in and swung it at the box. The bottle of "GP: Bum's Choice Beer" shattered and tiny glass shards flew everywhere in the same fashion as the urine it contained.

Drenched in pee, with chunks of glass shrapnel in his leg, Harold bent his arm back and managed to knock off the lock with a dead pigeon. Maggots and feathers crowded the air as the two boys laughed and did the ring-around-the-rosy over the unlocked box.


When the stench of decaying bird cleared, Thinny watched from a careful distance as Harold got on his knees. Heart beating with anticipation, Harold slowly lifted the lid off the box. What lurked inside on a bed of ice horrified Thinny and yet strangely enough kind of excited Harold. They found a severed scrotum.

"Wow! A testicle bag!" Harold cheerfully jumped, holding in the moist, rubbery skin, carrying two testes.

"Oh my gosh! Why the heck is that in there?"

"I'm not sure, but I am intrigued."

Harold picked up the scrotum and squeezed it. It was an abnormally large scrotum, possibly one belonging to an elephant or hippopotamus. The one end was full of thick, lush pubic hair, the other end was burned where the cut was to prevent the blood from clotting. It had to be just removed because it was still fresh, hair still on it, still warm, still sweaty.

Thin Man couldn't stand the sight of the scrotum Harold fondled, so he grabbed his ball and went on ahead to the alley. Harold decided to keep it as a pet rock, just like an ornament around the house, without Thinny knowing. He opened his wallet and pulled out the condom Harold was saving for two years now. He put the scrotum in the condom with a little ice to preserve it from decomposition. (Where did he get this ice? I am not sure. No one is. He just had some ice handy.) Harold stuffed the condom-scrotum in his pocket and ran to catch up with Thinny who was almost at the alley at a blistering speed of 6 miles-per-hour.

Thinny and Harold set up in their favorite lane, lane 23. They slipped on their bowling shoes, unzipped their bags, and whipped out their special balls: Thinny's "Purple Monster" and Harold's pink "Tight-hanger." They put the scorecard over the overhead and wrote their codenames on the margin: "Mr. Spaghetti"(Thinny) and "Rainbotica" (Harold). Then they started a competitive game without the bumpers.

Half way into the game, the score was relatively even. It was Harold's turn. He launched his ball down the lane....BAM! Pins fell, but 2 remained. It was a 7-10 split, Harold's hardest setup. He went again, but missed both pins. The shot wasn't up his alley.

Later in the match, one turn left for both of them. The score was tied 235/235. Thinny was confident he could so he looked at Harold and made a little wager. "Hey, Harold, you wanna make a bet? Because I think I'm goin' win and I want to go out a big winner."

"You? A winner? Ha! I could beat your butt any day."

"Sure. Whatever. Okay, the loser must lick the ball of that sweaty guy in lane 13 and pay for the game and the winner's ice cream."

Harold shook his head. "No, that's child's play. The winner watches the loser kiss the girl at the popcorn stand."

"I got one even better. Winner gets a free ice cream, while the loser must go into the ladies' room and touch a woman's booby who's taking a pee."

"We could get cooties!"

"Exactly."

"I don't like that one. It's too risky."

Thinny smirked, "What's a matter? Are you afraid you'll lose? Or are you too chicken?" Thinny did an impersonation of a chicken without skimping on the "bauk-ba-bauk."

"Fine, Thinny. You're on." Harold yelled. "Your turn, bub."

Thin Man with his fluorescent shoes picked up his ball, baby-stepped up to the line, and rolled the ball. I guess the pressure was getting to him, he hooked the ball too much, leaving him with a gutterball. "Dammit!" Thinny mumbled as the pin replacer replaced no pins.

His ball came back through the ball returner. Thinny frowned at the laughing Harold. He was mad. He lined up his ball with the pins and hurled a scorcher, knocking all but one pin down. Not even the four spinning pins could swipe the side, but the one still stood.

"Ha! One strike for me and I win." Harold laughed as he picked up his specifically designed ball, customly fit for Harold's unusually fat fingers for someone of his size. Harold rolled his ball so fast (how this is even possible considering he's so weak) that his ball exploded in a pile of pink dust. And when the smoke dissipated there were two pins left... Harold's kryptonite if you will. (No, not dairy or his fetish with women's panties) It was the 7-10 spit.

With Harold's ball broke, he needed to find another ball, but all the small balls had such tiny, tight holes that Harold couldn't fit his fingers in even with lubrication while the big balls with the wide holes were too heavy for Harold to even lift off the rack let alone roll. 

While Harold thought of a way to win without his lucky ball, Thinny kept on saying the word "choke" over and over again.

Frustrated, Harold turned to Thinny and said, "That's what your mom did to me last night. She chocked and choked."

Thinny grew sad, "I don't have a mom, remember."

"Oh, than it was your dad."

"That's disgusting. Stick it up your butt!"

"That's what he said."

"Gross. That is so gay."

"I'm not gay, Thinny"

"Well, Harold just bowl already instead of just dangling before you find another ball or do you forfeit and have to enter the women's bathroom Let me just imagine it." Thinny started laughing so hard he fell out of his chair, started farting uncontrollably and almost let out a turd. That's when Harold realized he had something that might work.

Harold reached into his pocket and pulled out his newly found scrotum and unwrapped it from its latex shell. "Lead me to victory, Sacky, with your fleshy-cocoon and magical powers."

Thinny stopped laughing with enough time to see Harold overhand throw the scrotum at the 10 pin, hitting it hard for it to fall, tearing the scrotum in two, sending one of the nuts to smack the 7 pin, busting it in a wave of juice, winning the game for him. "YES!!! I win! Free ice cream."

"No," As Thinny interrupted Harold's celebration, "That's cheating."

"Nope, I win."

Thinny began to argue, "I win, you cheated."

"How?"

"You didn't use a bowling ball."

"A ball's a ball."

"But that was two balls at one time, so you're disqualified."

"No. They were in one handy-dandy casing, so technically it was one ball."

"But since the jacket broke, two balls were let loose. So still it was cheating."

"What was I supposed to do, my ball broke?"

"Fix your ball."

"With what? Glue? It was in a million little pieces."

"Yes."

"But I would have a sticky ball that wouldn't work right."

"That's your problem. A ball's a ball."

"Stop putting my words about balls in my own mouth."

"Face it, Harold, you lose."

"You can't stomach the fact that I one with the help of my huge scrotum."

"No"

"Yes. You're mad because I have a super scrotum."

"I don't need a super scrotum. I won anyway and you lost."

They continued to fight over the rules of using a scrotum in bowling when Stephen Angermaier walked over to them to see what the problem was. "Hey, fuckheads, what's the fuss about? Anal-dildo batteries wear out?"

Harold told Stephen the story about finding the scrotum, his ball breaking, and how it affected the bet they made. "What should we do? Was it cheating?"

"First of all," Stephen said, "Why would you save something like that..."

"Well, I..."

"I don't want to hear it. You and Thin will both have to go through with the bet."

Thinny asked, "Why can't we both not do it and both be winners?"

"Because you're both losers. I don't know bowling regulations, so I don't know if you can use other balls than bowling balls. Frankly, I've never bowled in my life."

Harold asked, "Then why are you hear?"

"I don't really know. I woke up here with pain in my ass in a trash can with this bloodstained T-shirt that says "Go for it. Go in. Go out. Go for the gold. Go for the deepest hole. Gopher porn."

"Hey, Stephen," Thinny noticing something, "What are those black triangles on your hand for?"

Stephen looked at his hand and saw what he was talking about. "Umm, I was never here." And Stephen ran out of the bowling alley.

"Well, how about we both go into the ladies' room and grab the same lady's booby?"

"Okay, Harold."

So the two kids set aside their differences, went inside the bathroom, kicked open a stall, and groped a crapping Kristen Smythe until she ejaculated in their faces, blinding them, causing them to run into each other, both blacking out in the lap of the girl in shock while she dropped a load of brown into the toilet. Then the owner of the bowling alley busted in, throwing them out faster than the TV airing time of that show "Stark Raving Mad" on NBC, banning the two forever without them having to pay.

After that, the two walked home talking about the fun time they had bowling. They laughed and laughed about Harold's scrotum which swung to both sides of the rules and how no one got a free ice cream. Harold went to rent some dirty, dirty porn (wonder what kind) while Thinny went to his house to tell his father the happening adventure him and his chum had. When he told his dad, Roe Man, who was playing chess with Roe's pal, Oldman Krudders, Roe screamed, "MAMA MIA!" and grounded Thinny.

Now the lesson learned in this story is never keep a scrotum you find in a box out in the woods and never tell your father anything. Also, I don't think it's a good idea for anyone named Harold to rent porn. It seems a little out of character and just plain wrong. Speaking of porn, what's "gopher porn." Actually, don't tell me. I don't want to know.



Bowling for Cunnilingus



The silver specked blue ball slid down the lane, its clockwise spin whirling over the glossy finish of the wood and oil until just past half way down the alley, then, like a perfectly honed knife it began to slice, turning away from the gutter and careening toward the sweet spot between the first and third pin. Well before the ball touched a single pin everyone knew it was going to be a strike. Even the sound was perfect as the mass of pins seemed to shatter into a million pieces, all bouncing, spinning and tumbling into the dark pit behind the machinery. 

From that first ball the outcome of the match was pretty much assured, so after a quick glance at her opponent to savor the bead of sweat forming on his forehead, Renee looked over at his girlfriend sitting nervously in the pit. She felt a slight tingle between her legs as she sat down and entered her score. The bright X that lit up on the overhead scoreboard would be the first of many that night.

After a short wait, her opponent finished his frame and she stood up complimenting his performance, "Good spare, that third pin is always tough."

He nodded, glanced guiltily at his girlfriend and slipped into his seat to mark his score. Once the scoring was finished Renee grabbed her ball, ran her cloth over it to wipe off any excess oil and then moved into position. Concentrating on her mark, she glided forward, swung the ball along her side, snapping her wrist at the point of release and slid into the perfect stance with her right hand held high and her right leg kicked behind and across her body.

Once again the ball slid down spinning in the oil, before gripping the wooden lane and turning quickly to the left. It careened into the sweet spot with a force that drove one of the pins against the wall so hard it whirly-birded across the lane knocking down everything in its path. Renee returned to her seat and marked a second X on her scorecard. She then watched her opponent grab his ball and move into position.

Renee watched closely as he moved forward, swung the ball past his body and flicked his wrist spinning the ball down the lane. She had hoped he would at least give her some competition, but was quickly disappointed as she saw how far his timing was off. The ball slid through the oil, gripped the wood and then turned left, hitting the first pin head on.

As her opponent began lining up his attempt at the seven-ten split Renee stole a glance at his girlfriend. Her hair was nice, with long, full curves that cascaded down onto her small shoulders. The woman left the top three buttons of her blouse unbuttoned showing a bit of cleavage. Her breasts were small, but nicely rounded and well proportioned for the rest of her body. Renee glanced up, met her eyes and quickly glanced away. In a moment she looked back and this time held the woman's curious gaze.

Renee felt another tingle shoot through her body as she realized the woman was looking her over. Initially shy, the woman now seemed more curious than timid. Turning her attention back to the match, she noticed that her opponent rolled his ball into the gutter trying to pick up that nearly impossible spare. Standing up from her chair she said, "Nice try, that one's impossible." Confidently grabbing and wiping off her ball, Renee lined up her shot, moved forward and spun the ball down the lane, watching it slice off course leaving four pins standing.

"Damn," she thought, seeing a glimmer of hope in her opponent's smile. She picked up her green ball and quickly rolled it straight down the lane easily picking up her spare. Slipping back into her chair, she marked her score and concentrated on her opponent as he confidently knocked down all the pins.

"Nice shot," she said, standing up from her seat.

"Thanks, I finally got it down. You better watch out now."

Renee did watch out bowling strikes in the next five frames before leaving one pin wobbling in the corner. After the easy spare, she hit another several strikes beating her opponent by over seventy points. She shook his hand and then stepped over to his girlfriend, reaching out her hand and saying, "I guess we should introduce ourselves, I'm Renee."

The woman stood up, took Renee's hand and said, "I'm Cathy."

Turning back to her opponent she said, "Well, I guess Cathy and I will be leaving for a while."

"I guess so, I would never have believed someone like you could bowl that good," he replied, "You just don't seem, ah, it's just that..."

"You thought all good women bowlers would be big and masculine?"

"Yeah, I guess, I just never figured you'd have what it takes to beat me."

"Well, if you don't mind I think I'll take Cathy..."

"Where are you going?"

"I have a place nearby," she replied nodding her head toward the door, "Afterward I'll bring her back here. I mean I did win fair and square."

He nodded, "Fair and square, I just wonder if you have what it takes now."

"Only one way to find out," Renee replied, reaching out her hand to Cathy. When Cathy took her hand, Renee began walking to the door, but after a few steps she said, "Cathy, I don't want you to feel forced here, I mean you don't have to do this."

"But you won."

"Look, I beat most of the guys here, but I can't make the women do this."

"But this will teach him a lesson."

"That it will, but we can just go out for a drink if you like," Renee whispered.

"No, no, I've been thinking about it while you bowled, and well, I've always wondered what it would be like with another woman."

"So you've never?"

"No," she shook her head, her face turning a bit red. "How often have you gone home with women here?"

"Oh you mean after betting with their boyfriends?"

She nodded.

"Well, like I told you, I usually win, but to be honest I've only actually left with a woman once before."

"What was it like?"

"It was a little odd, but it was nice. Now she did go back with her boyfriend, but he did seem to show her a bit more respect afterwards. At least that's how it looked to me when I saw them here."

"Renee, why don't you show me your place," Cathy said, heading toward the door and tugging lightly on Renee's hand. Renee glanced back at her opponent, and the followed his girlfriend out of the bowling alley and into the parking lot.

"It's that Chevy Malibu over there," Renee said. When they got to the car she opened the door for Cathy and the walked around to the driver's side. After climbing in she buckled her seatbelt, but before starting the car, she leaned over toward Cathy, tilting her head slightly and lightly touched her lips, letting her tongue slip into Cathy's mouth. Cathy immediately responded, reaching her hand up and touching Renee's face as she kissed her.

After a few moments they slowly pulled apart and Renee whispered, "That was kind of a quick test."

"Did we pass?" Cathy asked.

Taking a deep breath, Renee replied, "Yes, I believe we did." She started the car, backed out of her parking space and headed to her apartment. Fortunately it wasn't a far drive. While both women had seemed at ease while still at the bowling alley, they now felt a bit nervous.

When they reached Renee's apartment, Cathy leaned over and kissed Renee again, this time she pressed her tongue into Renee's mouth, toying with Renee's tongue as her hand gently slid to her breast. Running her palm over the woman's breasts she felt a moist tingling between her legs. Now she was ready to go.

They walked hand in hand to the apartment where Renee quickly unlocked her door and they stepped inside. Setting her purse down Renee turned to Cathy and asked "Would you like a glass of wine?"

Cathy shook her head, "No," and then seemed to leap at Renee, immediately wrapping her arms around her, and pulling her tight, their breasts crushing between them. Cathy kissed at her lover wildly, her tongue sliding into and out of her mouth, then trailing down her neck as she began unbuttoning the more experienced woman's blouse.

Overwhelmed at Cathy's exuberance, Renee let herself enjoy the woman's advances as she began undressing her lover, slowly backing toward the bedroom. By the time they reached the bed, both were removing the last of their clothing. By this time Cathy had slowed down a bit, and was very willing when Renee took over, easing her onto the bed and moving down between her legs.

Cathy had experienced cunnilingus before, her boyfriend had gotten fairly proficient at it and she pretty much came whenever he went down on her. She was still nervous doing this with a woman, but the nervousness and the newness of it had her very wet and ready to go, so when Renee slowly began kissing up her thighs each touch felt electric.

Unlike her boyfriend, who always went straight for her clit, Renee was taking her time, letting her lips, her tongue and her warm breath, move up Cathy's thighs, so by the time the woman's lips first touched her pussy, Cathy gasped with delight. She felt Renee's tongue dart into her several times and then heard her mumble, "So wet, oh yes, so wet."

The Cathy felt the incredible sensations run up to her clit where once again, her lover's lips, tongue, teeth and breath simply drove her crazy. The woman seemed instinctively to know exactly when she wanted it firm, and when a soft touch was needed. In no time Cathy felt the sensations building as she felt her muscles tighten and she reached down and ran her fingers though Renee's hair as Renee gave her the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced.

Just as her pussy began convulsing in ecstasy, the woman's fingers slid into her, moving so perfectly, in, out and around. All Cathy could do was arch her back and feel what Renee did to her, as she came again and again. Finally she had to push her head away and roll over onto her side as she gasped for breath. "No more, no more, or I'll just melt away here."

Renee moved up and wrapped her arms around Cathy, letting her tremble and then begin to cry in her arms. "I never knew," Cathy, "I never knew it could be like this."

"Yes, it's this and so much more. And guess what, it doesn't all end when your partner comes, flooding you or covering you with his, whatever you want to call it. It can go on and on."

"You know, that does sound intriguing," Cathy replied, leaning over and kissing Renee, first on the mouth and then down her neck to her breasts as she gently pushed the woman onto her back. Sucking her nipples into her mouth, her whole body tingled as she traveled this familiar, but oh so different terrain. Moving downward through the curly pubic hair she breathed an entirely different scent than she had experienced before, and when she sucked Renee's clit into her mouth, she loved the fact that, although Renee was pressing against her mouth, she wasn't gagged, she was in complete control.

Moving from her lover's clit, she dipped down to her opening and tasted her, pushing her tongue in and around her pussy. Although Renee was very wet and the taste enveloped Cathy, once again she wasn't choked by it, it didn't crash upon her in waves, instead, the tangy flavor seemed to ripple over her tongue, so gentle, so soft, so... so feminine. She returned to the clit and tried to do what she remembered Renee doing, tried to make Renee feel like she did when she came.

Renee moaned loudly and squealed out, "Oh yes, yes."

Cathy quickly slipped two fingers into the wet opening and kept them there as the warm, wet flesh quivered around her, squeezing her again and again. Only as the contractions subsided did she let her fingers slip out. Then she glanced up at Renee's face and asked, "How did I do?"

Renee smiled then reached down and pulled Cathy on top of her wildly kissing her all over her face. "You were good, too good. You can't tell me you haven't been with a woman before."

Shaking her head side to side Cathy said, "No, this is my first girl-girl thing."

"Thing?" Renee asked, smiling.

"Well more than a thing, I mean we didn't fuck, that's simply too crude to describe it."

"Made love?"

Cathy nodded, "Yes, made love."

"And now?"

"Now?"

"You're boyfriend, at the bowling alley. We better get up here," Renee said, sitting up and looking around the room for her clothes.

"I better call him," Cathy said, getting up from the bed and walking out of the bedroom. She returned noticing how Renee looked at her. "Hey Cal, look why don't you go on home, I'll call you in the morning. -- Yeah, it's late and ah, just let me call you okay? -- Okay bye." She folded her phone and looked over at Renee, "I'd like to spend the night if it's okay with you. I mean you said something about it going on and on..."

Renee rolled to the edge of the bed, reached out, grabbed Cathy's hand and pulled her into the bed. Straddling Cathy's thigh, Renee rose up on her knees and slowly began grinding her pussy. "On and on," Renee repeated, her fingers sliding to Cathy's pussy and gently slipping inside.



Bowling is Such Fun



Edited by techsan. Mistakes are mine.

I was sitting watching TV when the Ohio lottery show came on. They made all those enthusiastic noises. Finally they had the drawing. The numbers came up 4, 18, 21, 6, and 11. My heart was in my mouth. I had the first five at least; that was thousands of dollars for me. Then they said 14. If my legs could work, I would jump for joy. Of course I had to wait to see if I would have to share my prize with another ticket holder.

I wanted to tell my wife Wanda that we had won, but she was out for a while with her girl friends. I looked at my ticket again. Yes, all the numbers were there in the right places.

Wanda came home early from the hen party with her friends. She tells me, "James, I'm home." 

Before I can tell her the good news, she adds, "I'm going upstairs with Maurice. Do you want me to get you anything before I'm up there? Maurice is spending the night."

All the joy I had felt when my number came up disappeared totally. I guess I found out how my aunt felt when she walked in on my uncle and his girl friend. My vocal cords were paralyzed. Maybe that was a good thing. I might have told her about the winnings and then I would have had to pay for the fuckee as well.

Wanda and I lived off an accident settlement and her paycheck as a grocery clerk. It wasn't much but I thought that with love anything is good. Wanda obviously felt differently.

I rolled my wheelchair into the kitchen and got me some supper. I surprised myself by being hungry. Wanda had left her purse down on the kitchen table. I pulled out her cell phone and looked up the listing of her numbers. I started writing the numbers down. I didn't know for sure what I was going to do but I knew I wanted to hurt Wanda in some way.

The next morning Wanda and Maurice came downstairs. Wanda said, "Maurice, that cripple in the chair is why I need a man like you."

Maurice said, "Lady, I'm not messing with the wife of a cripple. I'm out of here."

Wanda said, "If you can't give me a goodbye fuck, you will have to walk home. Don't worry; he can't or won't get out of that chair. Isn't that right, little man."

I told her, "If I could get out of this chair right now."

"But you can't. So don't start talking big. I need what you can't supply. Maurice used to be a supplier before he found some middle class morality. Now, Maurice, if you want a ride home, you give old Wanda a table ride. Right here where he can see it."

I will say this for Maurice; his pride made him walk out the door. I said to Wanda, "How could you do this to me?"

Wanda looked at me with some emotion at last. "You weren't a cripple when I married you. We had fun and I enjoyed your body. Now I'm your damn nursemaid and you're no fun at all. It wasn't my fault that truck crushed your legs. I will not take punishment for that. I need some aggressive sex at least once a week. You can't do that now. You weren't all that good before, but I could have settled for that. This shit is driving me into the ground. Get a divorce for all I care, but quit asking me to be some kind of saint. Your nursemaid wants some hot cock as payment for all that nursing and I'm going to get some."

That shut me up. Wanda went off to work and I started to cry. I let myself wail for the next twenty minutes. And then I chose to get over it. That was not a conscious choice; it just happened. I knew that I needed to change my circumstances, so I started the changes necessary.

I found some friends who could run me to the doctor. Wanda was wrong in one aspect. My legs were not crushed. My problem were the lumbar vertebrae in my spinal column, you know the backbone. A couple of them were cracked and pressed on the portion of spinal cord that gave orders to my leg muscles.

My insurance was gone and I would have to pay for the surgery to correct my problem out of my pocket. The truck driver's insurance company went belly up before paying me a tenth of my settlement.

Wanda was bitchier than ever now. Apparently Maurice was true to his word. He refused to see Wanda again. But when Wanda's payday came around, she found a new source of entertainers.

I found out about the entertainers when closing time came at the Fulfillment Club. Wanda came home with two men. I don't know what their real names are but Wanda called them Big and Bigger. She went upstairs and had her way with them, but about two hours later she came back down and woke me up.

Wanda was still a little looped when she told me, "Cripple, you need to pay attention. These nice men are going to demonstrate how you should please your woman."

It was the most disgusting but sexual thing I had ever seen. Big picked up Wanda; put her atop the kitchen table, and gave her a partial table ride. He pulled out before he came and then dragged Wanda off the table; held her up in the air, and shoved his wet cock up her asshole.

Then Bigger got in front off Wanda and shoved his cock up her cunt. Wanda was grunting a lot every time they shove up together. I had seen enough and started rolling myself back to my bedroom.

Wanda screeched at me, "Don't you run away, little man. You're going to watch every Friday night until you beg for release."

"I'm going to bed. Mr. Big and Bigger, I hope you can graduate to a better class of woman."

Wanda didn't have the courage to kill me either, and she wasn't about to give up the ride she was currently having. I went to sleep despite all the grunting. I had happy dreams of Wanda dying in a traffic accident.

When I woke up Big and Bigger had obvious hangovers, but Wanda was fresh as a daisy. Of course I was sure that she had to wear diapers to keep her shit from falling on the floor.

I didn't get any more grief from Wanda until the next Friday night. She told me, "I'm bringing my friends back tonight. This time I want you to watch everything."

Wanda drove them to our house about 12:30 AM. This time I was ready.

Big and Bigger came in the living room. I had backed myself into an alcove where nobody could get behind me. Somehow the kitchen table had been moved into the living room. I watched as the three of them were getting their clothes off. When all three were naked. I showed them my first surprise of the evening.

I said, "This is a Colt 45. I bet I could shoot all three of you before you get to the door. Hey, why the sad faces. I still want you to have a great time, but you haven't used your imagination. Here, the battery in this camcorder is charged. Load the videotape in it and hit record. Yeah place the camcorder up on the shelf where it can see you on the table."

Big finally loaded the camcorder and placed it on the shelf. The camcorder had a cable running to the television. I could see the table clearly where Big placed the camcorder.

I told them, "Now I want you to do what you were doing last week. You know that double penetration that made Wanda so happy."

I waved the Colt at them. They both picked up Wanda and lowered her on their cocks. Wanda did not seem to be as happy with them tonight as last time. Wonder why?

I watched them play around for a few minutes. They didn't seem as active this time.

I suggested, "I think you need to help Wanda here. She isn't as excited this time around. Now Mr. Big, do you see the bowling pin on the floor?"

He answered, "Yes."

"I want you to pick that bowling pin up and stick it into Wanda's twat. That will make her all excited." Big and Bigger seemed to find that a good idea.

Wanda however seemed to disagree. Wanda said, "Jimmy, you can't mean this."

"Wanda, you have been complaining all week that nobody has given you a truly big cock. Well, now I'm giving you the chance of feeling really full, and, hey, this is smaller than a baby's head. I bet you will have such an orgasm that you will complain when they pull it out of you." I threw a folded up twenty on the floor. I asked, "Would anybody bet against me?"

Wanda would have tried to run away but Bigger got in her ass and lifted Wanda's feet off the ground. Big held on to the small end and shoved the base, which I had thoughtfully greased, into Wanda.

This time there were no bored grunts. Wanda let her emotions free in her voice. I got a little bored with Wanda's singing so I asked Bigger, "I bet Wanda wants your cock in her mouth. You give her a good throat fucking and she will never forget you." 

Bigger hesitated until I noisily cocked the Colt. He set her down on the table. He had to be careful of setting her on the pin. Wanda collapsed and Bigger shoved his cock all the way down her throat. I told Big, "I wish you could fuck her ass with your cock while you vibrate that pin there in her cunt."

They both made their moves and Wanda appeared to enjoy what was going on. I watched this act for the next fifteen minutes. Every time Big and Bigger seemed to tire, I recocked my pistol. Bigger got angry with Wanda when she tried biting his cock. He pulled out and slapped her around. Wanda used this opportunity to scream. Maybe she was excited at last.

After all Wanda's screaming, somebody finally called the police. The police came to our door. Normally they would knock and get our attention, but for some reason Wanda and friends had left the door wide open. The police walked in on Big, Bigger, Wanda and me.

I guess I got careless because Big and Bigger jumped me just as the police were coming in the door. As the police came in the front door, Big and Bigger were beating on me, and Wanda was telling them to, "Kill that dirty cripple."

The police arrested Big, Bigger and Wanda. They kept saying that they were innocent, That I had made them do it with my gun. But the police didn't find a gun.

The police did find the camcorder with the videotape inside. But the camcorder and tape only had their fingerprints. The tape was the previous Friday's exercise.

I would not post bail for Wanda, and she threatened to have me killed. Well, that combination bought her an early start on her prison term.

I took this opportunity to get a divorce from Wanda. Normal procedure would take several months but courtesy of Wanda and friends, I got an immediate divorce on the grounds of adultery. I promised to come back to town for the trial.

I planned to move upstate to Painesville. Before I could get moved, Bigger tried to rob a state liquor store. He really fucked up by trying to shoot it out with the State Highway Patrol.

Big took that as his cue to play let's make a deal. He pled guilty to the assault and battery without a weapons specification. That bought him two years minimum but in a gentleman's prison. He had to cooperate with the prosecution to testify against Wanda.

With that sort of help, Wanda broke and accepted a five-year minimum sentence for attempted kidnapping. I moved out of town anyway.

Wanda's viewpoint

I'm Wanda Stemko. I used to be married to Jimmy Harris. He is a dumb cripple. Oh you've heard of me. Yeah, I'm doing time. So what. At least I'm not nursing that damn cripple.

Oh, you wonder how I got here. Hey, so do I. I think it started when I got careless and brought one of my lovers home with me. Anyway, I got pissed at Jimmy and tried to make him jealous. Jimmy did this proud cripple act and my ex-lover, Maurice something or other, walked out on me. I was extra pissed. Maurice was a gentle lover, no rough stuff. That was okay, until Jimmy talked Maurice into leaving. Damn it, my slit needed some hard cock.

Anyway, two Fridays later, I found some hard horndogs at the Fulfillment Club. They came back with me, and gave me a ride I would never forget. Of course part of the memories were the teeth marks on my tits and the blood leaking out of my asshole. But that got Jimmy's attention. I had him going there.

Next Friday I had them over again. It started good, but Jimmy had a gun from somewhere. And made us do all sorts of degrading stuff.

He made them put a bowling pin in me. Yeah, right up my twat. My love hole took more than a month to shrink back to normal. My clit hurt even if somebody was licking it. Anything more than licking put me in a torture chamber.

When the cops rescued us, some how Jimmy got rid of his gun. I know he fired it but the tests of Jimmy's hands came up negative according to my lawyer.

Everything and everybody was against me so I pled guilty. If I hadn't I was looking at fifty years to life according to my lawyer. Well, at least Jimmy is out of my life.

According to Big.

I'm Alexander Jefferson. Everybody calls me Big. I have ten inches and a pile-driving ass. I got stuck with a husband and wife game and I damn near got killed doing so.

The guy was unable to walk so his wife called him a cripple. It seemed cruel, but pussy is never that easy to find. All pussy comes with some baggage. So my buddy, Alphonse Adams, and I went home with her and double pumped her in front of her husband. Hell, people play all sorts of games. Then we got greedy and came back for seconds.

Shit, that guy may be a cripple, but a colt 45 pistol gives him aces over my deuces. It was funny when I shoved that bowling pin up his old lady's love hole. Ain't anybody ever going to fill that again.

Then the cops showed up and somehow we were guilty. Alphonse tried getting a nest egg to get out of town. He fucked up for the last time.

I gave in and did my best perp walk. The little cripple was obviously off limits but his old lady needed to learn something. Plus the prosecutor cut time off for me saying what he wanted said. I'll be out in eleven more months providing I behave myself. I know one thing. I ain't never messing with no cripple ever again. Those fuckers are too mean.

Jimmy's new life.

It's amazing what you can do with money. The surgeons in the Cleveland Clinic relieved the pressure on my spinal cord. The operation stretched my spine so that the doctors could get access to the damaged vertebrae. It was somewhat experimental at that time, but I hear that this operation is being done more frequently now. My real good fortune was that those bone chips did not cut the spinal cord. I can't describe the joy you can get when your toes hurt for the first time in years.

The first day, it hurt like a cut dipped in Clorox, but my legs had movement again. The physical therapy hurt also, but that was a long term hurt and I knew then that I was getting better. Some of the therapists noticed that I was getting hard-ons whenever the therapists were female.

A woman visitor that I knew from grade school gave my first real sex by riding me cowgirl style. Afterward she told me, "My husband and I have always thought well of you. Think of this as a gift from us. But your next gift must be from someone else.

It took me three months to learn to walk again. Another six months to have some minimum level of physical fitness. But I worked as hard as I could. I wanted to be walking when I cashed in my winning lottery ticket. And you have to cash them in before a year goes by.

Oh you want to know where the gun went. Piano wire pulled the gun up into the hole in the ceiling. My friends were at the other end of the wire. No, I did not think Big and Bigger were going to jump me just as the police came in the front door. That was dumb luck on my side for once.

Yeah, I had taped the previous Friday's escapades. The rest just sort of happened. Except for the bowling pin. The police drew their own conclusions. They did not even make me sign a statement. Go figure.

Most of the trouble that happened to Wanda and friends was their fault. The police told me that all they were planning to do was tell them to keep the noise down. If they had not been beating me, or if they could have just shut up, no charges would have been filed. Hell, if Wanda had just filed for divorce, of course, but she would had to pay for her own apartment.

My lottery winnings were fifty million over a twenty-six year period. I had boxed my bets so I had additional winning tickets. I took care of all my old friends, and some of my new friends.

Oh, my name has been legally changed. I have a new wife. She is a true friend and she had been so for most of my life. If I had listened to my upper head instead of my lower head, I would have been with her all along. 

And no, I won't tell you where to find me. My life and money are mine not yours. 



Bowling Lessons for a Naughty Wife



Looking back on it, I only wish I hadn't waited so long to have done it. I never thought I'd even do it, much less enjoy it so much, but turns out, it was one of the most exciting things I've ever done. The fact that my husband not only wanted me to do it, but probably enjoyed it even more than I did, is just icing on the cake. 

This is the story of how I made my husband's wildest, deepest fantasy a reality. This is the story of the day I slept with a man other than my husband for the first time in my life. 

My husband, you see, has forever tried to get me to sleep with someone else. We've been together for 12-years, married for ten, and he was the first guy I ever slept with. I've never even had any desire to sleep with another man, with or without his permission. It's just not who I am, not what I crave. I don't get why he wants it so badly, either. Why would your husband want you to have sex with another man? It's never made any sense to me, and in fact it still doesn't. So why I ended up doing it, is anyone's guess. 

I met Brian, ironically, during my bowling league. Ironic, I say, because I met my husband while he was working at a bowling alley. Brian bowled on another team in our league and we always seem to get along pretty well. I'm usually a pretty quiet, reserved person who likes to blend in and not be noticed. Yet he would always seem to gravitate towards me whenever we bowled against each other, or near each other's lanes. Before long it became apparent that he was indeed, actually kinda flirting with me. If my husband knew, he would have been thrilled, but he also would have pestered me about it constantly and pressured me to sleep with him, so I never told him. After all, I certainly never had any intention of going to bed with him. But I did find I began to really enjoy the attention and found myself disappointed whenever our teams were on either end of the league and I didn't get much of a chance to talk with him. 

Whereas I'm a casual bowler who throws a straight ball, Brian is a more serious bowler with a 190 average, who throws the ball with a curve. One night we were talking and he was suggesting that I should try learning to throw the ball with a hook. He said he would teach me how, and invited me to join him that Sunday morning and bowl with him. The alley had a good practice price for league bowlers at that time and he was usually there every Sunday. The first couple of times he suggested this, I said no. The third time, however, with a tingling in my stomach, I surprised myself by agreeing to it. Again, though, there was no way I was going to tell my husband about this, especially since I still didn't believe there was any way I'd end up sleeping with him. 

I made up a story about my mom wanting me to go somewhere with her because my dad couldn't, left my husband at home with the kids, and met Brian that Sunday morning at 10:30. I wore my teal Capri pants and, you gotta love California in the winter, a pretty white, spring-like blouse. I wore my hair in a ponytail. A very cute look, nothing over the top or too suggestive, yet one I knew my husband would like if he knew what I was doing. Underneath I wore a sheer white bra on top (my husband's favorite because you could see my nipples clearly through it), and his favorite pair of panties; green with black polka dots and lots of black lace, especially in the ass. My husband really loves my ass, and I have to agree with him. It's my best physical feature. 

Again, I never expected I was going to have sex with Brian and I didn't expect him to end up seeing what I had on underneath, I wore those simply because I knew my husband would enjoy knowing (someday) what I had worn, especially the panties, yet I found that while in Brian's presence, especially as he flirted with me, I felt a little sexier knowing I had them on. 

Now when I say Brian was flirting with me, mind, it wasn't an overt, overly flirtatious flirting, but more of a subtle kind of flirting. He was clearly mindful and respectful of the fact that I was married, which I never hid from him, but at the same time I was getting the impression that he would be interested in more if I was. What he didn't know was that my husband not only wouldn't mind, but would practically beg me to sleep with him if he knew. It had all the elements and excitement of doing something taboo, without the negative consequences. I knew all I'd have to do is tell my husband all about it, and not only would he be ok with it, he'd be thrilled out of his mind. It gave me freedom and I surprisingly found myself embracing the role playing aspect of it. I had expected I would eventually tell my husband about going bowling with Brian, and teasing him about it, as a treat, but I just didn't think there was any way I'd go any further than that, no matter how badly I knew he wanted me to. 

What can I say? Sometimes you just change your mind. 

As I said, we met around 10:30, he even brought a 10 pound finger-tip drilled ball for me to practice with. It wasn't perfectly drilled for my small hand, but it was close. It belonged to his younger sister, he told me. About Brian, he's about 5'11", a little taller than my husband, and quite a bit taller than my 5'3". He has wavy, medium length brown hair and a mustache, probably weighs around 200 pounds and isn't at all unattractive, sporting a sort of average boy next door look. At 30, he's five years younger than me, and never been married, nor does he currently have a girlfriend. 

We bowled several games, though we took our time and talked a lot. We always seemed to find a lot to talk about, without really talking about much. I really enjoyed his company, and though I didn't think he was necessarily hot, or great looking, I did think he was cute in his own way. He also instructed me on how to throw a finger-tip ball, or at least he tried. I think I'm just determined to throw the ball straight. But several times he got right up behind me while instructing me on how to hold and throw the ball in the same flirtatious way a guy teaches a girl how to play pool. I felt sixteen again and my skin tingled when I felt him up close to me like that. It definitely gave me an unexpected rush. 

I was surprised when I realized that we'd bowled four games over an hour and a half. I wasn't used to bowling four games and my arm was exhausted. After I commented on that, he offered to give me a quick neck and arm massage. I readily agreed and he sat down behind me in a chair on the concourse. I'm very sensitive and tickle easily, but he had a nice and firm, yet not too firm, way of rubbing my neck and shoulders that felt wonderful after four games of bowling. I groaned softly in appreciation. 

It felt really good and I didn't want him to stop. Luckily for me, though not surprisingly, he didn't seem to want to stop either. In fact, he soon suggested I turn my chair around so he could work my lower back as well. Seemed like a good suggestion to me, so I did as he suggested and leaned forward over the back of the chair I was now sitting backwards in. I was sure he could probably see the top of my sexy panties as he massaged my back, and that thought gave me an extra little rush. If my husband could just see this, he'd be going nuts! This was going to be one helluva treat for him (I was thinking of saving it to tell him at Christmas). 

The massage continued for almost 20 incredibly relaxing minutes. When he finished, he stated he was famished and that I ought to let him take me out to lunch. I had not intended to go any further than bowling with him, but I was hungry, and that would certainly make it an even more special treat. And although it meant getting home later than expected, I was sure my husband would not object, not that he had any other option. I simply texted him that I would be back later, after lunch, and agreed to let Brian escort me there. 

I followed him in my car from there to Panera Bread where we had a nice lunch together. He continued to flirt with me, not overtly, but subtly in his respectful way. He asked me what I had planned for the rest of the afternoon, and did I have to get home, and I replied – to my own astonishment – that I had nothing going on and, no, I didn't have to get home for a while. He suggested then, that we should go back to his place and watch a movie – 50 Shades of Grey – for we had been talking about how we had both read the book. I could hardly believe what happened next. 

I said yes. 

After texting my husband and telling him I'd be with my mom through the afternoon, and knowing he wouldn't doubt me for a minute, we left and I followed him back to his apartment, my head spinning the entire drive there. What was I doing? I wondered. What was I thinking? How far was I going to take this? Was I really considering doing what it seemed like I was? Then I began to wonder if I wasn't just imagining what was going on, that Brian didn't really want me in that way, we were just friends getting along well. Maybe he wasn't really flirting with me. And what's wrong with just watching a movie together? Maybe nothing was going to happen other than watching a movie. A movie with lots of sex in it. Uh-huh. 

By the time we got to his place, I had convinced myself that I had imagined the whole thing; that nothing was going on. We were just going to innocently watch a movie together, then I'd go home. I had completely fooled myself. It soon became apparent that I hadn't imagined anything. 

We sat down on the couch in his living room and he got the movie set up. He offered me something to drink and I accepted water, He had a soda for himself and he popped a bag of popcorn. Then saying, "can't watch a movie without red vines!" he brought out a package of those movie favorites I can't resist!

Being a single guy, it was not surprising that he had spent a fair amount of money on a very sophisticated movie and sound system, and his couch was quite comfortable and not just a little bit cozy, too. After closing the drapes and lowering the lights in the room, he sat a respectable distance away while we ate popcorn and red vines and watched the movie. At least he did, at first. 

Sitting on his left, he was soon right next to me, his left hand once again massaging my neck and shoulders. He didn't ask, but I didn't object, so he didn't stop. It felt good and once again I felt my heart racing, my skin tingling. Soon, I was once again asking myself, "was I going to do this?"

That question soon answered itself. But I think by now, you already know the answer. 

Owing in no small part to the nature of the film we were watching, the atmosphere was feeling very highly charged. My brain was spinning, but I simply ignored it. I decided I was just going to go with it, where ever it led. 

About three quarters of the way into the movie, he made his move. Or at least, he responded to mine. He had eventually stopped massaging my neck and his arm was around my shoulders. During one particularly charged scene, I snuggled up into his crook and he began to run his fingers through my hair. I had goose bumps all up and down my arms. 

This was so crazy! This wasn't my husband, yet it felt so good, and I knew my husband wouldn't mind so I was free to go through with it! I never dreamed I would ever really even be debating this. I mean, I had made out with a guy once a couple of years before, but that was it. Nothing else. I insisted to my husband that I was not going to have sex with another man, no matter how much he wanted me to. Yet, now here I was, in the arms of another and wanting more. 

I suddenly felt his lips on my earlobe. My whole body shuddered and I let out a soft gasp, but didn't pull away. He continued on, nibbling, licking, and kissing my ear, cheek, and neck. I tilted my head to offer him more of my neck, emboldened, he began to kiss my neck more passionately. And then he moved up my chin to my lips, and he kissed me. Long and hard. I kissed him back. It felt amazing and I was tingling all over!

We quickly lost interest in the end of the movie, though we'd both seen it before, anyway. Brian had turned his full attention to me, and he had both arms around me and we were making out like school kids. He told me he was sorry, that he knew I was married but he thought I was so beautiful and he really wanted me. I told him to shut up, not to mention that any more, and to keep kissing me. And that was the last time my marriage was mentioned that afternoon. 

Now that I had decided to let go and go for it, I decided that I was going to enjoy it. Fuck it, if he really wanted me to, then I'll be dammed if I was just going to lay there and just let it happen. I was going to have an amazing time with Brian, no matter whether my husband liked it or not. This was his doing, after all, though I knew that he would love it anyway. In fact, he long ago convinced me he would love it, no matter how strange I thought that might be. Somehow that made me feel safe, knowing I wasn't doing anything that he didn't want, though I had my doubts on how I'd feel about it later (but I decided I'd worry about that later). 

I felt his right hand cup my left breast and not only did I not pull away, I pushed my body closer to him, reveling in his touch. Wanting to feel more. I knew at that moment, I was not going to stop Brian. I was not going to stop myself. I was going to do what my husband has always wanted me to do. I was going to fuck another man and then tell him all about it later... for Christmas!

I enjoyed the way he kissed me. It was better than the other guy I had kissed, but that guy had been much younger than me, a 23-year old Samoan college football player. My husband had been so upset that I hadn't done more with him; that I hadn't slept with him. Not that he hadn't been extremely turned on by what I had done. I'll never forget the look on his face, how excited he looked, when I told him about that afterwards. How passionately he fucked me that night. How turned on it had made him. I knew this was going to just simply blow his mind. I only hoped he could control himself afterwards, accept what I'd done, be grateful for it, and never expect it ever again. This was going to be a one-time deal. One very hot, one time deal. 

It was then that I felt his hand slide underneath my blouse and begin to make its way up to my breast, pinching my nipple through the thin fabric. Tingles shot up and down my spine feeling him pinch my big, rock hard, pink nipples. After my ass, my nipples are my husband's favorite part of my body, and all I could think about at that moment was how good it felt to feel Brian touching them, and wishing he'd hurry up and get me completely naked. I had my arms around him too now, my arm under his shirt rubbing his back, when I took the initiative and made clear that I was all in for whatever he wanted to do with the rest of our afternoon together. I began to lift his shirt up and then off of him, and then, sliding back away from him, I raised my own blouse up and off. Then I stood up, facing away from him, unbuttoned my pants and lowered them slowly to the floor, smiling over my shoulder at him as I did so. 

"Holy shit!" he said, "You've got an amazing ass!" That made me giggle. I turned around and faced him, and his eyes were drawn immediately to my translucent bra, and my hard nipples poking through it. 

He pulled me towards him and began to kiss my belly, his hands grabbing and cupping my ass cheeks. It felt so exciting to be standing there, in nothing but my bra and panties, being held in Brian's arms as he kissed my stomach. He slid off the couch and on to the floor as he continued to lay soft kisses up and down my tummy, then down my left leg, and slowly back up the right. Without thinking I spread my legs apart and I gasped, and shuddered, when I felt his lips kissing my pussy through the fabric of my very wet panties. 

Following his gentle urging, I lay back down on the couch, again spreading my legs for him and looking at him invitingly. Sliding an arm under each of my legs, he crawled between my legs, once again kissing his way up my thigh. I felt his tongue touch my clit through my panties. I gasped even louder. I felt his lips press against me. I moaned, ran my hand through his hair, and pressed my pussy into his face. I was going nuts, I wanted it so bad. 

"Please Brian... God please eat my pussy!" I moaned softly at him. I wanted to feel him slide his tongue inside me so badly now. His touch was making me crazy, it felt so incredible. 

Still tonguing my clit through my panties, I felt him grab the waistband at each hip and tug them down. I lifted my ass, anxious to be rid of them, and then as he tossed them aside, I asked him to take off his pants. I removed my own bra as he stood up in front of me and lowered first his pants, then his tight, boxer briefs. The bulge underneath his briefs turned out to be as impressive as a girl could've hoped for. Probably a couple of inches longer than my husbands, and at least as thick. I had a strong urge to suck him off right then and there and as I looked at him, without even thinking, I slid a finger down into my own wet, shaved pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was! 

I began to masturbate myself for him. He watched me for several minutes, transfixed as I played with my throbbing clit, stroking his own 8-inch rock hard cock. It felt so sexual, so naughty, so exciting. The way he was looking at me had me so turned on. And it was obvious by the look on his face, not to mention the enormous erection he was sporting, that I was turning him on too. Knowing I turned my husband on was one thing, but I was thoroughly enjoying knowing I was turning Brian on. It made me feel so sexy. I'd never felt like this before. 

"Please," I pleaded with him, "please eat my pussy. I'm so fucking wet and I need it so bad! Oh my God, see? Look how wet you've made me!" I held up my glistening fingers to show him. 

With that, he immediately dropped to his knees and buried his face in my aching, throbbing pussy. Fuck it felt amazing! It was quickly apparent that he knew very well how to satisfy a woman orally. He might have even been better than my husband, to be honest. But it could have just been me lost in the moment, I'm not sure. What I do know is that for the next 20 minutes (it seemed much longer; I was surprised when I glanced at the clock later), Brian made my pussy feel incredibly amazing! His tongue was magic and he seemed to know just the perfect way to use it. He even seemed to be able to read my thoughts, knowing exactly when to speed up, when to slow down, when to go hard, when to relax a bit... He used his fingers, too, but didn't overuse them. 

The resulting climax was one of the hardest I've ever felt in my life, and it was much harder than I would've ever guessed another man could make me cum. My head was absolutely spinning and my legs were trembling. There was no going back at this point, I'd definitely crossed the line of no return. 

It took me several minutes to recover from that mind blowing orgasm, but Brian was very patient with me, sitting on the other end of the couch from me, rubbing my feet. He didn't rub my feet quite as well as my husband does, but it still felt pretty good and made the moment feel even sexier. Eventually, when I'd regained my strength, I sat up and slid off the couch and on to my knees in front of him. He was still sporting a serious erection and I have to say I thought his cock looked quite delicious. I decided to take my time and explore this beautiful cock for a bit. I was sure my hubby would've wanted me too, after all. I knew he'd love it if I could describe it in great detail to him, later. He he he... the thought made my pussy tingle. 

I reached out and took hold of him and he gasped and shuddered himself, as I touched him. I squeezed it gently, though he was extremely stiff, and a little dab of pre-cum ooze out of the tip. I looked up at him, giving him my sexiest, bad girl look and leaned forward to lap up the tip of his oozing cock with my tongue, never taking my eyes away from his. I was relishing the look on his face and watching him watch me only made my own pussy throb even harder. I backed away, and stroked him slowly, looking closely at his cock, examining it, admiring it. It felt so good in my hand; it was so damn hard. 




Bowling Lessons for a Naughty Wife



His whole body was trembling. I was sure he'd been with women before, but I was starting to get the impression it might have been a while since the last time. I leaned forward and took the entire tip in my mouth and began gently to suck on it. He moaned loudly and that sent a shiver through my own body, I was enjoying the feel of his big cock inside my mouth as much as he was, I think. I slowly began to suck my way down his thick, pulsing shaft, stroking him deliberately all the while. I slid back up his shaft and, with a soft little pop, released his mushroom head. Then I began to lick my tongue up and down the sides of his penis, from top to bottom, licking every inch of his tasty cock. 

The whole thing felt so erotic, raw, wicked, and hot. I couldn't believe how sexy it was all making me feel, so carnal, ravenous, and insatiable. All I wanted at this very moment was sex. Hot, steamy, lustful, sex. 

I licked and sucked on each of his big balls (his balls seemed much bigger than my husbands) for a few minutes, then pulled away from him and reached for my purse. Grabbing my phone, I told Brian, "I want pictures to remember this by, ok? If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you keep one or two."

I handed him the phone with a wicked grin on my face, and returned my attention back to his gorgeous cock. In truth, I really wanted him to take pictures for my husband. I knew he was ok with my doing this without him watching, but this way Brian and I would be able to keep the spontaneity of the moment and my husband would also be able to see what happened (I also highly doubted Brian would be up for a 3-some). 

I told Brian I wanted a few good pics of my mouth full of his wonderful cock. I told him I loved how full his cock made my mouth feel. I could tell Brian liked hearing me talk like that. I posed for several, then told him to make a short video. Seriously, my husband had better think this was the greatest Christmas gift ever, or I'd kill him.

All told I spent about 20 minutes examining and slowly sucking on, and stroking Brian's enormous gift. I enjoyed it so much, especially the reaction I was getting from Brian, who was clearly enjoying it too, but I didn't want him to cum in my mouth. Well, at least not yet. Not before he fucked me first, at any rate. 

I stood up and turned around, my ass facing him, and crouched down over his flag pole cock, grabbed it and guided it into my soaking wet pussy. Slowly I sat down on it and took it all inside of me. It felt so much bigger than anything that's ever been inside of me. I'd never felt so full before, or dreamed how much I'd enjoy the feeling. Slowly at first I began to ride him, reverse cowgirl, reminding Brian not to forget to take pics for me. "I want," I told him, "to remember exactly how good your cock feels inside of me!"

He had big hands and I loved how they felt when he was gripping my ass as I was riding him like that, spreading my ass cheeks apart. He kept telling me he loved my ass. I knew my husband was gonna love hearing that. I began fucking him faster, getting louder and louder the harder and faster I fucked him. I rode his cock hard like that for several minutes, crying out over and over again how much I loved it. I know my husband loves how sexy I sound during sex, and he'd want to know I got nice and loud for Brian, so I made sure not to hold anything back. Not that it took any effort, mind. 

It felt so good like that, but I also wanted to see his face, to watch him watching me, so I stood up and turned around and sat back down in his lap, feeling his slick, stiff pole slide back inside me, and we embraced, kissing hard and passionately for several long minutes as I slowly slid up and down his rod. Damn this guy's cock felt so good! I couldn't believe it. I never expected to be enjoying myself so much with someone other than my husband. The freedom to do anything, however, was also allowing me the freedom to enjoy it as much as I could. 

He kissed my lips, my chin, my cheeks, and my neck and down to my nipples sucking on each as he slowly thrust his cock inside of me as I rhythmically rode him. My moaning was genuine and mixed sexily with his rough grunts. I loved the feeling of his breath on my skin, his hands on my body.

I paused for a moment, and asked him if we could go into his room. "I wanted to be fucked properly," I told him, "in a bed." 

'Yeah?" he replied, "And just how's properly?" he asked me. 

"I want to feel you on top of me, fucking me, pounding me deep. I want to feel you behind me, fucking me hard, face down and ass up. I want you to fuck me till I can't walk anymore, that's how properly I want you to fuck me, baby." I told him. I didn't have any idea where all this dirty talk was coming from, I'd never even spoken to my husband quite like that before, although I'm guessing he'd love it if I did. I'm sure it was the naughtiness of the moment turning me on like I'd never been before, but it was taking me to places I was sure I'd never go, until now. 

"Take me to your bedroom, baby, and fuck me right fucking now. I need you to fuck me so fucking bad."

I didn't have to tell him twice, he took my hand and led me to his room, which I was surprised to see was neat and orderly, and he laid me down on the edge of the bed. Once again dropped to his knees and drove his tongue inside of me. That caught me off guard, but it felt good so I didn't stop him. "Damn this boy really knows how to use his tongue," I thought to myself. 

Within moments I was practically flowing juices into his mouth like a river, I was so turned on and so wet. But I really wanted his cock back inside of me again, which he seemed to sense. Pulling away from my pussy, giving my clit one final hard suck and soft kiss – damn that felt good – he stood up and asked me to slide back into the middle of the queen sized bed. Meanwhile he turned on the stereo and then climbed onto the bed and crawled over me, lingering for a moment to stare into my eyes, wordlessly we spoke volumes to each other. And then he leaned down and began to softly, slowly, deeply, and passionately kiss me. It was as if he was saying with his lips that he knew this would be our only time together, and that he was making the most of every single moment of it. My body felt like it was on fire for him. I had NEVER felt this kind of pure unadulterated, un-inhibited lustful desire. 

My legs were spread wide and I felt him lean into me and begin to slowly penetrate me with his thick, 8-inches. For the next fifteen minutes, the world seemed a haze of sexual pleasure. He fucked me very deliberately, rhythmically, with great skill and tenderness. He made my pussy feel amazing. Simply a-fucking-mazing! He was pumping into me steadily and deeply, the way I really, really love it – very hard and very deep – and I was creeping steadily closer to a mind-bending climax, which I'm sure he could tell was coming. He stared deep into my eyes the last few moments, telling me he loved the way I sounded – as I was crying out louder and louder oblivious to any thoughts of any neighbors he might have – and loved the way I looked. 

I have to admit he sounded a good bit like my husband does in admiring the way I look and sound during sex, but I never dreamed another man could make me cum like that. It seemed to go on and on in giant waves of tremendous, exquisite pleasure! I always thought that if my bastard husband was ever lucky enough to get me willing to fuck someone else, that it would be mediocre at best, that I'd just be going through the motions, faking it. I'm so glad I was wrong, I can't even begin to tell you!

He began to slow his pace as my orgasm subsided away and then suddenly slid out of me, and asked me to roll over. A fantastic idea, I told him, "but how about I lay on my side, with my legs scissored, and you fuck me from behind like this." I rolled into position. This is my husband's very favorite position, and one of mine too, because of the way he hits deep inside me. I felt Brian spread my legs a bit and he pressed his cockhead into my pussy and slid it easily inside. I'll be dammed if it didn't feel just as good with Brian as it did with my husband. 

I couldn't believe I was this friggin' wet! I began to wonder if I was going to leave a puddle in his bed, he made me feel so damn good fucking me in this position! It's just something about where his cock was hitting that felt unbelievable. 

Within moments, and without warning, I was cumming again, screaming at the top of my voice, begging him not to stop. 

"Pleeeaaassssseeeee! Oh...oh...ohhmyGodplease... don't stop fucking me babeeeee! Oh-my-fucking-God-this-feels-so-fucking-amazingggg! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!" Is one of the few things I can coherently remember myself saying. I'm sure I was must've sounded like a sex-craved nymphomaniac. My husband would've loved hearing me like this. 

But he wasn't done yet. Holy crap he wasn't done yet. "Carla, you forgot to bring your phone in here." he said, "Won't you want some pictures in this position, too?" he asked me, pulling his cock free of my pussy. 

"Mmm, yes, you're right. Good thinking, you'd better go grab it for us." I told him. I rolled over onto my back again as I waited for him to return, my legs spread wide as I lay on top of his comforter. "Hold on," he said when he returned, "If I get to keep one, I want one like this!" 

He took a few of me posed like that for him, my fingers playing with my pussy for him. "Go ahead," I said, "I want you to have a nice close up of my pussy." He took a few like that, close up, watching me masturbate myself. It made me feel so dirty, I couldn't believe this was happening, that I was really doing this. Me! Not only that, but that I was enjoying it so much, too! I wasn't sure any more if I cared if my husband thought it was the greatest Christmas present ever, I sure as hell thought it was a great present to myself!

Suddenly he was eating my pussy again. I wasn't expecting it, but fuck, I just couldn't bring myself to make him stop. He handed me the phone and I took a few pictures of that, too. I made sure to get a real good one where you could really see his tongue licking my clit, and his finger working inside of me. I knew my hubby would kill to see that one. I even made a short video for him, and knew he'd love the part where he could hear Brian telling me, "Your pussy tastes so fucking good!"

Then suddenly he was back on top of me, pistoning his cock quickly back in and out of me. Jesus he was fucking amazing, he definitely knew how to fuck! He slowed down, grabbed the phone from my hand, and made sure to get several nice close ups of his cock stuffed deep inside my pussy. He was making sure I got him some great close-ups. Yes. Greatest. Christmas. Present. Ever. 

Just as I was beginning to feel the stirrings of yet another cosmically huge orgasm, he pulled out suddenly and told me to roll over, he was gonna fuck me, "ass up and face down, properly, the way I know you want it!" He was taking total control and that turned me on so much. 

He positioned himself behind me, on his knees, and I felt his hands gripping my ass and hips as he slowly penetrated my pussy again, this time full on from behind. It was then that I noticed the 8 x 10 mirror on his head board and I could see the reflection of us in it. I was entranced with the sight of Brian fucking me like that from behind, and I was even amazed how much I enjoyed the look on my own face. I saw him pointing the camera at the mirror and I was sure my husband would love that one. I could see Brian in the mirror, holding the camera out to the side to get a good one of him fucking me from behind. 

I couldn't believe he hadn't cum yet, he'd been fucking me for at least 45 minutes by now, I guessed, maybe even longer (at least 20 minutes longer, I found out later). He repositioned me back into my husband's favorite position, on my side, legs scissored, and began what clearly was one last final assault, aimed at one incredibly well timed, and mind bending, shared climax. 

Then after about five more minutes of some of the hardest, fastest, best fucking of all-time, I'm sure, I could tell he was finally going to cum too. He started groaning and moaning louder and louder. "Cum for me baby, cum for me, please!" I screamed out, "God I want you to cum so hard for me! On my face! Do it on my face for me, please! Oh God I want it on my face, please!" 

He was right on the edge, and so frankly, was I, when suddenly I felt him slide a finger inside my ass, just the way my husband loves to. You have to get me in just the right frame of mind to really enjoy it, and this was definitely one of them. Feeling my ass fill with his finger as he was pounding ruthlessly into my over-excited pussy was the straw that broke this camel's back, I'll tell you. 

My brain was awash with unbridled, untamed, pure, orgasmic sexual pleasure. I was cumming like I'd never cum before in my entire life. Everything was just a flash of light, color and sound. I wasn't sure if it lasted a minute, or ten, all I knew was that it felt like forever and I hoped that it would never end. 

It did eventually, of course, but by the time I noticed, Brian had pulled his cock from my spasming pussy and was shooting his extremely large and extremely thick load of hot, wet, sticky – and I have to admit, quite delicious – cum all over my chin, cheeks, nose, lips, and tongue. I'm sure it was the biggest load I've ever had on my face before, and I was quite certain that my husband was going to NEED to have a picture of that!

Brian, once again reading my mind, grabbed my phone and snapped off several sexy pics of my cum covered face, a few of me licking the last of his cum off his cock, and some more of me using his cock to spread it all over my lips and tongue, sure that my husband would be jerking his own cock to climax someday while looking at these facial shots. 

He collapsed next to me after that (after giving me a rag to wipe my face with), and we lay there for another half an hour, or so, just talking. I could tell it was getting dark outside. It was early evening now, and I had been gone all day long. What, I wondered, did my husband think I was doing? I checked my phone, no text messages from him. I'm sure he that whatever he thought I'd been doing, it wasn't anything like what had really happened. But boy was he going to be happy to be wrong. 

Brian knew our time together was up and that I'd have to be going home to my family, but there was no way I was ever going to forget how amazing today had been. I didn't regret a bit having done it, but I didn't think I'd want to do it again. All I could think about now was how much my husband was going to love hearing about this. All I could think about, was him fucking me. He sensed this too, and thanked me for letting him spend the day with me; for letting him treat me to bowling, lunch, and a movie. He told me he'd understand if we never did this again, but that I had his number, just in case. He'd always remember how amazing and special a day this had been. He'd never forget me. 

I rinsed off quickly in his shower and got dressed. My mind was absolutely racing now. I half couldn't wait to get home to my husband, and half wanted to stay and fuck him again, and maybe again after that. I knew I had to get home, or I'd end up being there all night. 

I found him in the living room, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, which he looked good in, and he pulled me into a tight hug. I looked up at him and we kissed, softly. I liked how it felt to be held by another man. Not any better than my husband, just different. It felt the same with how he fucked me. Not any better, but different... though don't get me wrong, it felt very fucking good. I never thought I'd enjoy something like this so much and I told him so. I told him he was only the second man I'd ever slept with, that he was amazing, and special, and that I'd always remember this day. 

And then I left him, and went home to my husband. 

We chatted weekly after that, at bowling, and he remained flirtatious with me, but never asked me out again. I got the feeling he was leaving the ball in my court, for a while. Respectfully accepting my decision to be with my husband, but seemingly hoping for another chance to replay the events of that day. He never even called me, though one day I did get a text from him, just saying hi. Now, every once in a while, we'll shoot a text like that back and forth. 

I never thought I'd ever have sex with another man, and when I did I intended it to be a one-time thing. Now? Would I sleep with Brian again? Does my husband want me to? Well, I'm sure he does, so we might just have to leave that open to future discussion. 

And how, you ask, did my husband react when I finally told him what Brian and I had done that day? Well, I guess I'm about to find out, as he's reading all about it for the first time right now. 

Merry Christmas, baby! I love you! I hope you love your present!! I hope it's EVERYTHING you wanted it to be, because it was so much more for me than I ever could have expected!!



Bowling Mom



When Amanda was single, she used to bowl a lot, and she enjoyed it, but after marrying Billie she gave it up because Billie didn't bowl. On a few occasions she had tried it out with her daughter Lynda but that was the extent of it. Now sixteen years after marring Billie, Lynda came home from school all excited because the school was sponsoring a father son, mother daughter 10 pin bowling league.

"Can we join mom, it will be so much fun," Lynda gushed. "It's not like dad bowls and plus I don't have a brother. It's supposed to help mother daughter, and father son bonding, so can we join, please, please. All my friends are joining with their moms."

"I guess we could join," Amanda answered. It was nice to see Lynda excited about something other than that horrible music she listens to; and it would be fun to bowl again.

The following Friday the teams were formed. Each team consisted of a father and son, and a mother and daughter. Making up her team was Frank and his son Mike. When Frank introduced himself to her he held her hand longer and tighter than necessary, and he was looking so deep into her eyes it was making her blush a little. After the first set of 3 games Amanda knew she was the best bowler, and Lynda was better than Mike; but they all had a good time and everyone said they were looking forward to the game next week.

When they got home Billie asked them how it went and both said they loved it. "But Friday night is our night out," he said to Amanda.

"Not any more it's not."

"So what am I supposed to do on Friday nights?"

She felt like telling him he could always play with himself but instead she said, "I'm sure you'll find something to do." 

The following Friday Frank gave her a welcome hug. This was a full body hug with Frank holding her tight against him. She thought she could feel his hard on pressing against her. She knew she was good looking, but if he got horny just hugging her he must be a perv. A couple times during the game when she made a very good shot he would slap her bum and say terrific shot. The second time he did that, it was half slap and half caress. She knew she should tell him off but it felt kind of good. The time she made 3 strikes in a row he tried to give her a congratulatory kiss but she turned her head and got kissed on the cheek instead. He still held her close and she could feel his boner against her. What a horn dog he is, Amanda thought; and does he always go around with a hard on? Doesn't he have a wife?

After the game she asked him if he was married. He told her his wife had died in a car accident. "Every Friday night we have a ritual at our house. I order a pizza and then we play one of Mike's stupid computer games. He drinks a soda and I have a beer. We would be so pleased if you would join us. We haven't heard the sound of a female voice in our house for a long time."

Amanda looked at Lynda and she vigorously shook her head yes. So they went to Frank's place and had their pizza. They talked and laughed and Amanda felt very comfortable with Frank even though she had only known him for a week. He was quite muscular, probably younger than Billie, and he had a beard. She had never kissed a guy with a beard before. Frank had a couple beer and Amanda had a glass of wine. After pizza, Mike wanted to show Lynda his latest computer game so after getting permission from their parents they went up to Mike's room.

Frank and Amanda stayed in the den and played his computer game of Wheel Of Fortune. Frank had another beer and Amanda another glass of wine. "Let's make it more interesting," Frank said. "Whoever gets the answer first gets a kiss from the looser; and I don't mean a granny kiss on the forehead, I mean a real kiss."

"OK, it's a deal, but you're going to be giving me a lot of kisses because I'm very good at this game." Frank lost the first 3 games and each time he kissed her he took longer and longer.

The fourth game Frank won. "I want an open mouth kiss and put your arms around my neck while you do it. It seemed to Amanda he was being a little pushy but she decided to do it anyway. When her arms were around his neck, he raised up his right hand to caress her breast.

It felt good but there was no way she was going to allow that. "I said you could kiss me, not feel me up."

"It's all part of the kiss you owe me," Frank said pushing her back on the sofa and bringing down his mouth to suck her breast through her blouse and bra. Her mind didn't like what he was doing but her body sure did. It felt soo good and her nipple grew hard and stiff. Now he alternated between sucking and biting her nipple and this was sending tingles straight to her pussy and she was getting wet. She tried to push him away but he used the opportunity to get his hand on her clothes covered pussy and he tried to finger fuck her. She had to resist the urge to spread her legs to give him easier access.

She had to put a stop to this before things got out of hand. "Stop it you horny bastard,". She tried to push his hand away, all the time fighting the urge to buck her hips back against his fingers. Her push was not hard enough to remove his hand although he stopped trying to finger fuck her and just massaged her pussy through her clothes. This was getting to her and she could feel her resistance weakening. Just then they could hear the kids coming down the stairs and Frank managed to pull away just before they burst into the den.

"Lynda is fantastic dad, she beat me 3 games out of four. She's a way better player than you. Can she come back next Friday also?"

"I whipped his ass mom," Lynda said.

"That's no way for a young lady to talk."

"OK I'm sorry, but can we come back next Friday after bowling for more pizza and games?"

"I suppose so if Frank agrees."

"Oh, I'm definitely in favor of that."

"Anyway, it's time for us to go home now, so I guess we'll see you next Friday."

When they got home, Billie was angry. "Where have you been? Bowling does not go on until eleven at night."

Amanda replied, "After bowling our bowling partners invited us to their place for pizza. His name is Frank and his son is Mike."

"What are you doing going to a strange man's house for pizza; and I can tell you've been drinking too. What else have you been doing?"

"Do you want to come with us next Friday? You could be my chaperone."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Maybe you should dad. Frank is a sexy looking guy and I think he has the hots for mom."

"Now stop getting your dad any more disturbed than he already is." Amanda said with a laugh.

"He was looking at mom's boobs all night," Lynda said continuing her teasing. "Good thing I was there with Mike or who knows what would happen. You should make mom wear a sweater next week because this week he was always looking down her blouse."

"Were you flirting with him Amanda?"

"Of course not, Lynda just likes teasing you and getting you all upset. I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate and we will watch the late night show on TV; and Lynda, you get to bed, it's past your bedtime."

Later that night in bed Billie tried to get Amanda in the mood by caressing her bare leg below her short nightie. "Quit it Billie, I'm tired."

"But it's been over two weeks since you let me do it."

"I come home in a good mood and you accuse me of fooling around with another guy and you expect me to let you fuck me; I don't think so."

"I'm sorry."

"You can show me how sorry you are by licking my pussy. You know how much I like it when you get me off with your tongue."

"If I do will you at least jerk me off?"

"Let's see how well you do licking and sucking me."

He spent the next twenty minutes between her legs pleasuring her. He knew he got her off twice because each time she would grab him by his hair and pull his head tight to her pussy.

"OK Amanda, now it's my turn."

"No Billie, you were not trying your best to please me, you were just going through the motions, so you will have to jerk yourself off because I'm tired." There was no way he was going to jerk himself off, but it took him a long time to get to sleep.

The next week was a repeat of the previous week. Amanda liked Frank; he was fun to be with, unlike Billie who was always complaining about something. He was also taller, more muscular and yes, sexier than Billie too. This time as soon as they got to Frank's place, after a quick snack of pizza and soda, the kids rushed off to Mike's room to play computer games and Frank and Amanda watched TV. They sat on the sofa, and Frank had his arm on the back of the sofa with his hand around her shoulder. He didn't try and get fresh so Amanda started to relax. He brought her cheese and crackers and lots of wine and she was enjoying herself. He was telling her corny jokes and she was laughing in spite of herself.

Later he got more serious. He told her he didn't realize how much he missed having a woman in his life until these past two Fridays. He said he loved the way she looked, the way she laughed and the perfume she wore. She was not wearing any perfume but she liked listening to his complements anyway. He continued by saying he just felt good when she was around, not like his deceased wife who was always complaining. His wife must have been the female equivalent of her husband Amanda thought.

Taking her in his arms, he said, "You are so beautiful I just have to kiss you." He sealed her lips with his before she could say no or turn her head. This was not the soft loving kisses he had given her last week, this was a hard lust filled kiss probing her mouth. His hands behind her back unhooked her bra, but held in place by her tight sweater. To tease Billie she had worn a sweater this week but it was quite tight and form fitting. Pushing her back on the sofa he gave her bra strap a quick tug and it came loose from her sweater. Now his mouth was on her sweater covered breast sucking and licking right through it.

"Frank, stop it," she said but made no effort to try and sit up, and it did feel good so maybe she should let him do it a little bit longer. His hand rubbed down her leg and then caressed her leg moving up under her skirt. Last week he had massaged her pussy but it was through her slacks so she chided herself for wearing a skirt this time. "Frank, quit it right now. I mean it; I'm a married woman you know."

Frank ignored her protest, pushed her sweater up over her breasts and sucked one nipple while he massaged the other. She tried to push his head away but he was too strong for her. His gentle bites on her stiff nipples were sending chills straight to her pussy. Now he finger fucked her with only her panties preventing him from going deeper. That felt soo good, but she had to put a stop to it right now before things got out of hand. "Leave me alone," she said but her body was already betraying her. Her pussy was wet and she had a tingle deep inside her.

She only made a weak protest when he yanked down her panties and she could feel his bare cock against her. She almost without thinking spread her legs a bit. He was rubbing his cock against her but he wasn't putting it in. She was so horny she wanted to grab his cock and guide it in. This was all Billie's fault anyway, because if he was better in bed she would not be feeling this way. Finally she felt the tip of his cock enter her and she bucked up against him to drive it all the way in. With her hands around him she bucked and twisted against him, driving her quickly toward her orgasm. She made Billie wear a thick condom when he fucked her because he came to quickly otherwise, so feeling Frank's bare cock thrusting in her sent additional thrills deep inside her. Her orgasm seemed to burst upon her and she held Frank close, deep inside her.

She wanted to hold him tight because it felt so good in her but then reality began to return and she realised that she had just fucked Frank with her daughter upstairs in the same house. "Get off me you horny bastard. How dare you attack me that way with my daughter upstairs? What kind of a pervert are you? I have a good mind to tell my husband that you raped me. Now let me up and let's get presentable before Lynda comes down and sees what you did to me." A half hour later when they did come down Frank and Amanda were quietly watching television.

That night in bed she made Billie suck her again. After all, it was his fault that he didn't satisfy her so that she became prey to someone like Frank, so he needed to be punished. After he sucked her off, and she had to admit he was pretty good at that, she said, "Now I want to watch you jerk yourself off and don't get cum on the sheets, so catch it in your hand." He did it but it was kind of humiliating to jerk himself off for her amusement. "That's a good boy," she said with a smile, "Now let's get some sleep."

Actually she was kind of mad at both of them. Billie was a wimp and Frank was a jerk. He had some nerve seducing her while her daughter was in the same house. She would have been soo embarrassed if Lynda caught her fucking Frank. What would she think about her mother cheating on her dad? So when Frank called her on the phone Wednesday the first thing she said was, "What do you want," and she followed up by saying, "I know what you want and you're not getting it any more, You made me cheat on my husband."

"I know what I did last Friday was wrong and I apologize for that. It was just that I was so lonely and to have such a beautiful woman as you are in my house I couldn't control myself. It's not just that you are hot, which you are, but you have a wonderful personality and a great sense of humor, that I just want to be with you, talk to you and yes, touch you."

Amanda thought he was laying it on pretty thick, but she still liked what he was saying. "Mike's best friend Ted and his girlfriend heard how much fun your daughter and my son were having playing computer games and they have challenged them to a game of Grand Theft Auto. If you agree they would play at Ted's place on Friday giving us a chance to be alone. It would mean so much to me to have you alone in the house with me. I could fantasise that you were my wife and that I could hug you and kiss you without worrying about one of the kids interrupting us, so please say yes."

"I'll have to think about it," she said but she already knew she would say yes; she just didn't want to appear too easy.