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The Love of My Life

By: Dracede



This is the first time I have written something like this and I will be grateful for any feed back that I get, good or bad. So please enjoy and let me know what you think. 

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The wait that I was feeling was more than I could tolerate. But I knew that when I could finally meet her that I would be happy. We have talked for the last few months on the phone and the on the internet. It had taken that long for us to get the courage to meet but I was more than willing to be patient. I did not want to pressure her into some thing that she was not comfortable doing, and I did not want to alienate what friendship that I had built with her. Oh before I forget I am 5'6" medium length brown hair. I have blue eyes and a nice body and I try to take care it of as much as possible. My breast size is 38C. Sorry now where was I, oh yes. When she finally arrived I did not know that someone was behind me.

"Sonia?" someone asked from behind me and scaring me.

"Is that you Angie?" I asked.

"It most certainly is." she replied.

I got up and gave her a hug as would all friends. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was almost a mirror image of me. Except that she had bright green eyes. God those eyes are something else.

"You know you scared me half to death. I was beginning to think that you were not going to come. You look great by the way."

"I am sorry for scaring you and thank you, you do too. Are you hungry cause I am famished?"

"I ate before I left. But if you are hungry I know of this great little diner near here if you want to grab a bite to eat."

"That would be great."

As we walked to the diner we just talked and listened to each other. When we got to the diner we sat down and Angie ordered something to eat and drink and all I got was something to drink.

"Sonia there is something that you need to know about me. I want to tell you so much but I am afraid of what you might think of me after you hear what I have to say. I don't want you to think badly of me ever, but I am afraid that if I tell you this that you may not want to be my friend."

The look in her eyes was that of pure fear. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I knew that what she wanted to tell me was that of great importance to her. So I reached out took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"It's ok. You can tell me anything. But if you are that worried then after you eat, or we can take it to go, we can go some where that you would feel more comfortable to discuss this then we can. But you don't have to tell me if your not ready. Just know that as your friend I am here for you." And with that she just broke down and started to cry. So I waved for the waiter to come over and asked for the meal to go and paid for everything.

"Did you walk here from your home or did you drive?"

"I walked."

"Do you want me to give you a ride home? My car is just around the corner. You can tell me what is upsetting you. But only if you want to."

"Yes. And thank you."

So we got in my car and I drove us back to her house. That way she would be more comfortable and more at ease also. We didn't really talk just her telling me where to make the required turns. When we got to her house I just stood there with my jaw on the ground.

"Wow Angie, your house is absolutely gorgeous."

She just blushed and didn't say anything. When we got to the door she invited me in and led me to the living room. She offered me a glass of red wine and I accepted. She then asked that I make myself at home. I saw a nice leather sofa and I had a seat with my back to one of the arm rests and she sat down at the other end. We sat in silence for awhile while she was figuring out the best way to start.

"It's ok, just take your time and tell me when you are ready. " The look on her face and in her eyes was more relaxed. All I could do is smile at her to encourage her with out words.

"Ok I think that I am ready. You should know that since before we met on the internet I was so lonely and depressed. I have been so happy when we started talking that I knew that I found a real friend. Then when we met this afternoon I knew that it was time to tell you something that I have not told anyone before." Now she was back to looking terrified but she continued on though she was not clear of what my reaction would be to what she was hiding from me. "I want you to know that I am gay." This information just floored me. But I knew that she was really scared and judging by the way that she was crying my face betrayed my reaction.

"Angie I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. I did not want to. That was not my intent and it never will be. Just know that we are friends and I would never mean to hurt you. But you just caught me off guard that is all. But I do have one question to ask you though but I don't want you to take it the wrong way."

"I'm sorry that I started to cry like that but I thought, and still do think, that you will ask me to never talk to you again. But that's not what you want to ask though is it?"

I actually giggled a little and she kind of smiled to my response. "No that was not what I wanted to ask. What I wanted to ask is if you like me for more than a friend?" Now I was the one that was scared.

"Honestly not until I met you at the park. When I saw that it was you I knew that I was feeling something more."

"Angie there is something that you should know about me as well. I have been in love with you for the past month. And when I saw how great you look I knew that I wanted you but I figured that you would not want me in return, so I just ignored my feelings for you and decided that we would be great friends. I never thought that you and I were alike."

"I guess that we both had a few things that we were hiding from each other." She joked.

"I guess so. So where should we go from here?" I replied 

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" asked Angie.

"I would like that."

We leaned in to each other and I rested my hand just behind her ear and brought her lips to meet mine. And when they met it was the most wonderful feeling that I had ever felt. Her lips were so soft and warm that I just lost myself to there feel. I felt her hand on the back of my neck and I did not mind. We were making this kiss last for as long as we could. When we pulled away I was wanting another kiss.

"Wow Sonia your lips are just so soft that it felt like I was melting."

"I know what you mean. Your lips are so soft that I lost myself in them. I never felt like this before and I hope that we are not rushing into something that we would later regret." I actually started crying. She sat closer to me and gave me a hug trying to soothe and comfort me. She was stroking the back of my head. I started to quiet down and compose myself and I just apologized.

"There is nothing to apologize for. You did nothing wrong. Would you like another glass of wine?"

"Yes please." with that she had gone back to what I guessed was the kitchen. She was only gone for a few minutes. When she returned both of our glasses were full. While she was gone I thought that I would try and steer the conversation away from the kiss. 

"I was wandering, why were you late getting to the park this afternoon?" I had asked her.

"I was scared. Well maybe not scared but nervous. I wasn't sure if I wanted to wait or if I should just go."

"What are you thinking now? Are you glad that you went and met me or are you regretting it?" I saw that she was thinking through her answer to find the best way to put her thoughts to words. But it was making me worried by how long it was taking her to respond. "You don't have to answer if you do not wish to. It will not hurt my feelings any." I guess that the way I was fiddling with my hands she saw that I was scared of what her answer would be.

"Don't get the wrong idea, I am very glad that I went. It's just that I did not think that I could stand it if you thought that I was not worth meeting again. I just could not bear to live my life alone any more. But it was for that exact reason that I did finally go to the park. I am so tired of living alone and not having any friends or not having some one that I could confide in when I was upset or just worried about things in general." Now I know why she was so scared when we were at the diner. The fear of losing a friend after she told me her secret and going back to being all alone would be enough to drive any one crazy.

"I am here for you and you don't have to worry any more. You have found your confidante and friend. I started to care about what happens to you when we first started talking."

We just kept talking. We were just happy to have something to do other than being scared or worried. It was about eleven when I finally left her house to go home. I had promised to call her when I got there so she would not worry. So when I got home fifteen minutes later I called her to let her know that I was home and that she could rest easy and that I was going to go to bed. I got a shower then dried off and went to bed.

When I awoke I thought about what happened and I did not know if I should call Angie or wait for her to call me. It was the most I have ever been scared in my life. Then the phone rang and I jumped. I ran down stairs to answer it before the machine picked up.

"Hello, this is Sonia Park speaking." I answered.

"Hi Sonia. This is Angie. How are you this morning? How do you feel?" she asked I could tell that she was nervous and I could not blame her. It was the same way I felt.

"Hey Angie. I am doing good. How about you?"

"I am scared to be honest. I was unsure if I should call you or wait to see if you called me. I hope that last night did not upset you or anything." Now I know that she was beyond scared. She was terrified. She must think that I have had a change of heart, and think that what we shared was a mistake. I know this because it was how I felt.

"Did it upset you?" I asked.

"No. I thought about it after you left. And after I got up. It was the most wonderful feeling that I had ever experienced." said Angie.

"I know what you mean. I was afraid that you might have had a change of heart and that you would not want to talk to me any more. I am glad that you called. I was hoping to see you again so that we could talk." I told her.

"That would be fine. Do you want to meet somewhere or do you want to pick me up and go somewhere?" She asked.

"I think that I would like to come over if that is ok with you. But if you would rather go out that would be fine with me too." I replied.

"No, no please you are more than welcome to drop by. What time should I expect you?"

"Lets say noon. I can bring some lunch for us."

"Sounds good. I will see you at noon then."

"See you at noon. Bye."

"Bye."

I left at eleven so I could stop at the diner and pick us up something for lunch and headed to Angie's house. I got to her house by eleven forty-five. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. It took her a few minutes to answer but I did not mind. It gave me time to think things through if the topic of last night was brought up again, which I know it would. When she finally came to the door I almost dropped our lunch. She was wearing a long red dress that looked like it was made for her and no one else. It was bare back. It had spaghetti straps that crossed behind her neck and was designed so that it would raise her breasts without the need for a bra. In short she was absolutely gorgeous.

"Wow you look great. Were you about to go out? I can come back later if you want." I was scared again. I did not know what she was planning for the two of us.

"Well in a way I was. But not if you are going to look like that. Do you have dresses at home? If not I think that I have something that you can borrow." She offered.

"What?" It was the only thing that I could think to say. I just thought that we were going to eat lunch and just talk. But it seems that she could tell what I was thinking.

"I'm sorry. But after we got off the phone I thought about how nice it would be to just go out and have a little bit of fun and just relax. And sit down to talk about things and how we feel about what happened last night." she explained.

"I see. Well I do have dresses but none that looks as good as yours though. Would you have anything that would fit me?" I asked.

"I think that I do. So come in and lets find out shall we?"

So I followed her into the house and to her bedroom, which I think that she had the whole of the upstairs made into one room. Angie had it decorated with very ornate furniture. She had led me to the closet and told me to see if there was anything that caught my eye and try it on. They all were very nice but there was only one that I really wanted and I hoped that it would fit. It did and I was happy. It was very elegant. It had no straps and was form fitting. It went half way down my shins and had a slit that went to the knee on one side. After I changed I stepped out of the bathroom and did a little show for Angie.

"I'm actually speechless. The blue really suits you. I just wish that I knew the right words that would give how good you look justice."

I actually felt my face turn scarlet. "Thank you." was all I could manage to say. So to tell her how deeply gratified I was to her compliment of how I looked I walked straight up to her put my hand on her back pulled her close and kissed her deeply. That way I could hopefully convey how I was feeling. And how much love I had for her.

When I pulled away she still had her eyes closed. When she opened them I saw that she was about to cry and I just had to hug her to try and calm her down.

"Shhh." I cooed. "It's ok. I didn't know how else to tell you how much your compliment meant to me. I thought that a kiss would be better suited to express my thoughts." and with that she smiled at me. God that smile just makes me melt. I love seeing her smile that way.

"Ok so you wanted to go out. What should I do with the food that I brought?"

"I will put it in the fridge so that we can eat it tomorrow for a picnic. And while I do that you should finish getting ready. I have some shoes in the closet that you can wear and make up in the bathroom if you need it also."

"Thank you. I'll be down in a minute then we can head out."

After I was done getting ready I went down stairs and we left. All she would tell me was when to make the turns that would lead us to where we would be having lunch. She said that she would pay for everything. When we finally got to the restaurant I was speechless and could not move. Angie stopped to see where I was and laughed at me. She came back to me and grabbed my hand in hers and started to pull. When I realized what she was doing I noticed how warm her hand was in my own. I still couldn't believe how elegant and expensive looking it was. It was beautiful. When we entered Angie told the Maitre'd she had made reservations.

"Hello I had made reservations for Angie Smith."

"Ah yes here it is. Smith table for two. Right this way.

He led us to our table and we had sat down in a very secluded booth, and we sat across from each other. We said thank you as he left.

"How did you make reservations to such a top notch restaurant like this?" I asked her.

"Well I was hoping that you weren't going to ask but I just knew that you would. Remember how I told you that I own my own business?" Angie asked.

"Yeah I remember.... Wait are you telling me that this is your restaurant?" I replied.

"Guilty as charged. Are you mad at me?" she said

"What no way. I could never be mad at you. Is that why you have so many nice dresses?"

"Yeah, but any way they already know our orders and what we will be drinking. I have also arranged for a limo to drive us the rest of the day. But you still won't know all of our destinations until we get to them. I want this to be a surprise."

"Wow you did all that in an hour? You work fast. But would it be ok if we talked while we are here? Since we are away from everyone and can see if someone comes up to us?"

"Sure. Anything for you."

After our drinks had arrived we started talking about the kiss we shared last night. And how everything seemed to happened so fast even though it just feels right. We agreed that what ever happens will happen and that we should let it. Now this may seem crazy but I think I knew what she had in store for us this evening. We ate our meal and the waiter started to demand that we pay but once he realized who Angie was he apologized over and over for being so rude to her and her guest. When we got outside the limo pulled up and we got in. She told the driver to go to the first stop on the list that she was given. She nodded that she understood and started to head out.

I was holding Angie's hand through out the whole ride. I leaned over and whispered if I could kiss her. She must have seen something of the worry in my eyes about being seen. She nodded to me and the glass divider rose and kept the driver from watching us. I turned to look her in the eye and she just leaned toward me and we kissed. It was gentle at first then when a moan escaped my lips opened and her tongue entered my mouth and started to explore. I was surprised by her boldness then my tongue started to try and feel every part of hers as much as possible We only parted because the driver knocked on the glass. My heart was racing. All I could think of was how much she was turning me on. Angie lowered the glass and I was surprised that the driver was a woman. I had never seen a woman drive a limo before. But I would not have cared if it was a man or woman as long as I was with Angie. When I am with her I know that she would not let anyone hurt me and she makes me feel at peace with the world.

The driver had just informed us that we were at our first stop. I wish that we could have gone farther in terms of distance but I guess that Angie had the whole thing planned out. But why? I think that she might be playing a game with me of some form or fashion. If that is the case I am going to find out and beat her at her own game.

"So where are we? I don't see anything around for miles." I questioned her.

"Oh don't worry. By the way are you hungry?"

I could tell that we had drove for a while by the way the sun was setting. "You know I am kind of hungry. But like I said I see nothing around and it seems like the afternoon got away from us. Again where are we Angie?" I added a little hint of anger in the way I asked the last question. Now lets see if she picked it up.

I think that Sonia has figured out that I am playing a game with her. Lets see how good she really is. Angie thought. "We are at a park I thought that it would be romantic to watch the sunset. Besides you really should not be angry with me. I brought that wonderful lunch you brought to the house."

"What you have that here? But how, I thought that you put that in your fridge."

"I wanted you to think that. Like I said I have things all planned out and our driver was even kind enough to let us be alone for a couple of hours here in the park across town."

Oh is she good. I can't believe that she would have gone this far. I think that if she ties to make a move I'll play hard to get, though I don't know how easy that will be. That last kiss really turned me on. Well at least I know where we are. That is a good thing.

"Tell me, what are you thinking about right now Angie."

"Huh, oh I was thinking about kissing you again I just can't seem to get enough of them from you. Why you do you ask?"

"What if I said that I didn't want to kiss you right now? How would you feel?"

"I would be upset. I don't know if being rejected is worse or if someone you are in love with says that you can't kiss them."

Dang. She is one step ahead of me. "Would you leave me here if I said I don't want to kiss right now?"


The Love of My Life



This woman, the woman I am in love with, is really catching me off guard with these questions. Angie thought. "No I would not. You know that I would never leave you out here by yourself."

I have her right where I want her. We went on and ate our dinner, though we did so in quiet. Trying to figure out what the other's next move would be. Though Angie has the upper hand right now. But I think that can out wit her in this game of hers.

So two hours went by quickly as we just watched and talked to each other. We got in the limo when it finally arrived. Angie put the glass divider up and looked at me seriously and said that she was tired of this game.

"Look, you beat me at my own game. It lost its fun to me. I think that we should go back to the restaurant so you can get your car and head home." This is my last chance. If this does not work I think that I will really cry. She thought.

"No." I said simply.

"No. What do you mean no?"

"What was the prize of this little game of yours? Or would you like me to take a guess?" I did not mean to say it in such a mean way though that was how it came out. Angie flinched at the way it came out.

"I was trying to seduce you. That was all that I was doing. I am sorry that I offended you."

"I thought that was what you were doing. No I am not offended, flattered but not offended. If you only knew how turned on I was before we got here then you wouldn't have had to wait so long. Besides If you fill me in on the plan you can seduce me all you want but you may be the being seduced and not me." I said.

"Oh? So how turned on are you?"

I thought about how to describe how turned on I was but could only think of one way to do that. I reached over and grabbed her hand and put it as close to my pussy as the slit would allow.

"Why don't you rest your back against the door and let me get a better feel of how turned on you are." I did and the next thing I know I feel her hand cup my pussy and let me tell you, it felt so unbelievable. "Wow you are really, really turned on." She told the driver to go to the last stop on the list and to take her time getting there. She crawled up to me and she started to kiss me.

Her kiss was so intense that I had to push her back so that I could catch my breath. Since I pushed her off her hand went back to my pussy and I could feel her rubbing it. I moaned. It was from the way she was rubbing it. It felt so good. She was gentle in the way she did it that all I could do was just sit there. I didn't want her to stop.

"I don't want you to get to excited just yet." She said as she pulled her hand from between my legs.

"To late. It just felt so good. Please keep going. I beg you." She just smiled at me and sat facing the front of the limo and would not move. So I had decided to get her back later. And get her back I would. I asked her where we were going and she said that we were going to a night club.

When we got to the club we went in and ordered a couple of drinks and went to sit down. We sat and drank our drinks while we talked. Quite a few times we were asked to dance but we declined saying that when we danced it would be just the two of us. The next couple of songs played through and the third one came on and we decided to head to the dance floor, as we were really feeling the beat of the music.

When we got to the dance floor we started out dancing face to face. Then as we started to get into the mood of the music we started to really dance. Angie turned around and started to grind my leg. I reached around the front of her waist and I had my hands right where her legs met her hips and my hands found there way to the crevice of her pussy. No one noticed which was good as I started to rub her the way she was doing to me in the limo. I tried to be as discreet as possible but quickly noticed that I was not the only one that was "playing" with my dance partner. Angie turned in my arms and whispered that she wanted to leave. I said that that would be fine and after the song was done we left.

In the limo we were kissing all the way back to her house. We did not know that we were there until we heard a cough from the driver. We broke our kiss and she announced that we were at her house. We got out of the limo and practically ran to the front door. She had trouble finding her house keys, which were at the bottom of her purse. When she finally found them we went in and went straight for the other's mouth. Her hands found their way to my breasts. My hands went to her ass and started to feel and kneed it. She was moaning slightly into my mouth and it was just driving me absolutely wild. Though it was mostly her kisses and roaming hands, which were now trying to take my dress off as I was doing to her.

We finally got each others dresses off and we just stood there looking at how beautiful their naked body looked. Her breasts were not as big as mine but they were just beautiful the way they were. I bent my head so that I could kiss and nibble her neck. She just moaned her consent at what I was doing. I moved my way to just under her neck to her breasts.

When I got to her breasts I saw that her nipples were standing at attention. I just had to have them. I had started to kiss all around her left breast strategically avoiding her nipple. Then when it was time I kissed her nipple and then sucked on it. While I was sucking on it I was licking it and holding it with my teeth. Then I kissed my way over to her other breast and did the same thing. Then I started to kiss my way down her stomach and just kissed the whole of her tummy. I kissed all the way down to her inner thighs avoiding her pussy. When she started to beg me to give her release I went straight to her pussy.

The smell of her sex was intoxicating to me. I knew that she was ready for me to administer her pussy with my mouth. I had started to lick it gently. Making sure that she would build up to her climax slowly. Then I felt a little bump with my tongue and I started to lick it in earnest. When I felt that she was getting ready to cum I eased off her clit and started to kiss her thighs again. When she was relaxed a little I went back to her clit and got her to that point again and I eased off again. I did this three more times until she held my head in place and demanded that I let her cum before she would do it herself. Well I could not very well let that happen so I just attacked her nub until her climax exploded out of her. As her climax hit I was drinking her juices as they came gushing out. Her knees were too weak to support her and she collapsed on the floor beside me. She turned my head so that she could kiss me and taste her juices also.

She told me to stand up so that I could feel what it was like to her. I knew this was going to be torture though it would be a good kind of torture. She started out the same way that I did. Kissing and nibbling my neck then down to my breasts. Then from my breasts to my belly. When she got to my belly she liked my naval and then continued down to my thighs. She was toying with me though I knew she would. Angie put her hand on my slit and started to rub it like she did in the limo. God it felt so good. Then she put her mouth where her hand was rubbing and she started to lick my slit up and down. I felt her slide two fingers in my hole and my climax was instantaneous. I came so hard that I joined Angie on the floor. 

"That was great. I never got off that quickly." I said.

"Well I never thought that you were a teaser. I could not believe that you let me get close then back off. What was with that any way?"

"You liked it and you know it. Besides it makes you come ten times harder."

After we regained our strength we walked to the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure. But are you ready though?" I looked at her with a mischievous look in my eye.

"Oh you want this to drink, do you? I think that I can handle that." she said as she was cupping her precious sex box.

I went over to her and started to kiss her. As I was kissing her I felt her hands caressing my breasts. Then her hands started to gently glide over my body. I could feel the warmth of her hands as she did. It was getting me aroused. She slowly started to move from my lips to my neck to my chest and nipples to my abdomen down one leg and back up the other to finally come to rest at my aching slit. She started out soft and gentle. She was kissing my wet lips then she started to lick them very delicately. I could tell feel a fire starting to build in the pit of my stomach. I knew that my orgasm was starting to build. the more she licked the closer I got. When I was bout to lose total control I pushed her head away to keep my self form coming.

"Why did you stop me you did not let me get you off."

"I know I want to get off the same time you do."

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. She then pushed me on the bed. she had moved so that she had her pussy over my mouth and leaned down so she could get to my slit. I raised my mouth so I could start eating her. She was so wet. I love the smell of her arousal. I started to lick and suck her swollen mound. She moaned her approval. I had put two fingers inside of her and she just about came from it. I was so close and so was she. We both screamed out in ecstasy. I slowly pulled out my fingers and she laid next to me with her head on my shoulder and we just fell asleep.

When I awoke she was still sleeping and I just watched her sleep. She woke about ten minutes after I did and I just smiled.

"Morning Princess."

"Morning honey."

We just laid on her bed for awhile and marveled at each other and kissed each other good morning. We got up and went down stairs naked and I fixed us breakfast. I fixed us eggs, bacon, and toast. She poured us some juice. We sat down and enjoyed talking to one another. We were still wore out from last night. I knew though that we would be going at it again at some point this afternoon. We went out to her back yard. I was speech less. It was a beautiful yard that was full of exotic flowers and had a really big in ground pool. Angie led me to the pool. I had dived in and the water was refreshing. I never knew that Angie had dove in after me. I was starting to feel better and being out here in her 'garden paradise' I was wanting to try something kinky. Angie noticed that I had a look that I was wanting to try something.

"What are you thinking honey?"

"That I wanted to try something kinky on you but only of you would let me though." she just floated where she was with a look of concern on her face. "Don't worry it is nothing bad you might like it. But like I said you don't have to if you don't want."

She still looked at me with some reservations but she nodded. I had asked her if she had any kind of soft material that could be used as a rope and she started to see what I wanted to do to her.

She went back to the house and was gone for just a few minutes but it seemed like hours. When she finally got back I was offered the material. I got out of the pool and I took the material. I rubbed my fingers over it. It was made of silk. I spotted a tree close to where we were standing. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to the tree. When we reached the tree I had tied the silk cloth to the wrist of her hand I had grabbed. Then I walked behind the tree and asked for her other hand and she gave it to me. I tied that one also. The way that I had tied the knots allowed them to slide and tighten when pulled. Angie sat down on the ground and tried the knots and to see if she could bring her hands together. But the trunk of the tree was to wide for her to permit this. She was at my mercy.

I kneeled down so that I was roughly at the same level as her. I leaned in to kiss her and thankfully she returned the kiss when I pulled back I saw a pleading look in her eyes. I assured her that everything would be ok and that I would not hurt her and to relax. I bent into her to kiss her again and this time she returned it more passionately. I moved to her neck and I just took in her smell as I kissed, licked, and nuzzled it. Then I proceeded down to her tits and I stayed there and started to kiss, lick, suck, and nibble on them and the nipples. I did one then the other. I was there until I felt her body tighten with a small orgasm. Then I looked at her and she just smiled at me. I knew that I had her. I kissed and licked my way down the rest of her body. I kissed my way down one of her legs and up the other, the way I did last night. I finally got to her pussy and I licked it slow and gentle. I then went to harder licks and faster movements. I could tell that she was really close. So I eased back just as I did last night also, but I knew that she wont be able to do anything about it today. I kept up the way I was getting to her. She had begun to plead and beg me to let her cum. I made my tongue as hard as I could and proceeded to put it in her hole. I continued to tongue fuck her pussy until she was to the breaking point and I eased off again. When I finally took mercy on her I was licking her clit again and I did not stop until she came and cum she did. After her body relaxed I looked up to her face and her eyes were closed.

"Angie? Angie?" there was no response from her. I got scared and I started to shake her while screaming her name. 

"Sonia why..."

I cut her off by kissing her and while kissing her I pulled her close to me. I was trembling and shaking so bad that she took me and leaned me back.

"What is wrong baby? Why are you shaking? I am fine. I just past out after that orgasm." she said.

"I thought that I lost you. You wouldn't respond I was screaming your name for ten minutes before my voice gave out." I replied with a scratchy voice.

"I'm sorry that I scared you. I just passed out from all the pleasure you gave me. Though you are an evil bitch for making me suffer that long before giving me release." she said.. "When did you unbind me?"

"While you were out cold. I was just so worried about you. I wanted to hold you as close as possible so I untied you."

"I think that you should experience the feeling."

"Baby I am going to have to take a rain check. I am not in the mood right now. I'm sorry."

"Its ok honey. Are you hungry?"

I just had to burst out laughing when she asked me about food. Though after she asked my stomach gave a mighty growl and we just laughed until it hurt. We went back in the house got showered and got dresses. She said that we would go to her restaurant for dinner if I wanted. I said that I would be honored but not to call ahead this time and see if they realized it was her. She agreed and we went to get dressed and she picked out my dress for me. When we went to leave I remembered that my car was still at the restaurant and we did not have a way to get there. She told me not to worry because we still had the limo until we decided to go back. I was relieved that she thought of everything. I had forgot that we still had the limo to use. So we called the limo to come and get us and in a half an hour we left. We got to her restaurant to see that it was packed and I had asked if her if we would still be able to get the table we had the day before. She said her crew knew not to let anyone have that table. It was meant for her to entertain any guests that was with her so they would be away from the majority of the crowd. We had entered and went straight to the Maitre'd and she said that she had a reservation for Smith.

"I'm terribly sorry ma'am but I am afraid that I do not have any reservations by that name."

"Are you absolutely sure that you don't have my reservation? I have never had any problems before with my reservations." She said with the most upset tone that she could muster without laughing.

"I will double check for you." he said. He looked up before he looked the second time and realization dawned on his face. "Ah yes. I seem to have over looked it. I am terribly sorry about that Ms. Smith. If you will just follow me."

We were led to her table and when we were out of ear shot of everyone else He had apologized for not knowing that it was her at first. Angie just waved off his apology and told him not to worry about it. Angie told him to bring us menus and he did. Everything that she had on the menu sounded so good that I did not know what to try.

"Is there any way I could get a sampler so I can try a little bit of everything."

"No but I think that I can have something arranged."

When the waiter came over to take our drink order Angie asked to have the Head chef come out. A few minutes went by and the chef had our drinks with him. 

"Yes Miss Smith? How can I be of service to you this evening?"

"My dear friend here was wandering if you could make her a plate to sample some of your favorite dishes. Would you mind doing that for her?"

"I would be happy to for this very attractive young woman. In fact would you mind if I have a quick word with you. I promise miss I will not keep her to long." he added to me.

"I will be right back. I promise." 

They walked off and went toward the main kitchen area. She was gone for I would say ten fifteen minutes. When she came back she had our order in each hand.

"So what did the chef have to talk to you about, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Basically what kind of foods you liked and disliked. He also asked if you were the person that I had meet on the internet and became such good friends with." she answered.

"I see I guess the two of you are really close friends then?" I asked her.

"Actually he is my brother." she told me.

"You never told me you had a brother." I asked shocked.

"Sorry its just that we only talk while we are here. Other than that we just ignore each other. It upsets me that we don't talk outside of here but there is nothing that I can do about it."

"Why not? Do you not want to talk to him or is it the other way around?"

"It is a mutual decision. You see if our parents found out that we were working together then they would disown him. So we agreed that we would only talk here at work. See my parents found out about me. I never knew how they found out. But the thing is My brother is also gay. But my parents don't know."

"Wow this is new. Is there anything else that I don't know about you? Like you used to be a guy?" I said with the biggest smile and laugh that I could manage. And she just laughed with me.

"No I did not used to be a guy. Please these are the real deal baby." she said that while groping her breast. "No there is nothing else that you should know of. At least not that I can think of."

The food was great and I could not decide which one was my favorite. So I decided that I liked them all. Angie's brother came out and asked me what I thought and I told him that I liked the whole dish.

"Well anytime you two come in I will make you the same thing every time." He told me.

"Thank you. My name is Sonia." I said as I extended my hand to shake his.

"My name is Marcus. Nice to meet you." He replied taking my hand in his.

Now that I was full I felt that we should do something. I didn't care what but anything. "So do you want to do something now that we are both fed?"

"Would you be in the mood to go dancing?" asked Angie.

"Not really. How about a movie." I replied.

"You were really scared weren't you?" She questioned

"Yes I was. You have no idea how scared I was. I thought that I had lost you." I told her.

"I think that a movie would be fine. Are you able to dive or should I request the use of the limo again? We will go back to my house if that is ok with you."

I told her that I could drive us back to her house. So we got in my car and we drove to her house. When we got back to her house I asked if we were going to change before going to the theater and she just laughed and said that there was more to her house than she had shown me. She led me down to her basement. I was surprised to say the least. It looked like we had walked right into a movie theater. There was a big movie screen. A projection booth, and very comfortable looking recliners. She asked me what kind of movie I wanted to see and I told her that it didn't matter. I told her to pick one and I would be happy. She chose a romantic comedy for us to watch.




The Love of My Life



We were laughing so much that we were in stitches. As the movie finished I had gotten so worked up that I basically attacked Angie.

"Hey honey what the hell has gotten in to you?" she asked after she practically forced me of her.

"Make love to me I need to cum so badly that I can't stand it." I replied.

So she went to get the silk rope that I had used to tie her up earlier that afternoon. I had followed her back upstairs and she led me to the kitchen. She had me sit by the door going to the backyard and she bound my hands together and tied them to the door. I couldn't move my hands to save my life. I was completely at her mercy. Angie had to slide my dress down my body so that she could have access to my whole naked body. She was toying with me and it was driving me crazy. She was taking her sweet time. I thought that I was going to lose my sanity if she didn't start working on my problem soon. I would find a way to get out of the silk and make her get me off. She started to kiss me and was so sensuous and passionate. She moved to my neck and was licking and nibbling on it. Then she moved from my neck to my chest and breasts. She avoided my nipples and started down to my belly. She then went to my legs and kissed and licked down on leg and licked behind my knee and it sent a shiver up my spine and it felt good. She then went to my pussy. She teased me enough that she went full force on my clit. I could feel my orgasm building and I was close to going over the edge. When she felt my back start to rise she backed off. She would go to my thighs. Then after a few seconds she would return to my clit licking it sucking it into her mouth biting it. She would know when I was getting ready to lose control and ease off. She did this for what seemed like forever.

"Oh fuck. Just let me cum. Please I beg you. just let me cum already. This is torture."

She heard the desperate need in my voice and she felt me getting close and did not stop. When my climax hit it was hard. It felt like my whole body was twisting itself into a pretzel. I couldn't tell if I was dying or not. When I was coming back down I could feel myself slipping into darkness.

When I awoke I noticed that I was no longer on the kitchen floor. Angie had managed to get me onto the sofa in the living room.

"At least you know what I went through when I passed out." Angie said from next to the fireplace.

"How long was I out?"

"For nearly an hour. I thought that I had lost you."

"You won't lose me that easily." I said with my arms open.

She came over and laid next to me on the sofa and I wrapped my arms around her. My god that was the most wonderful orgasm I have ever had. As we laid there she asked me when I had to go back to work and I told her not worry that I didn't have to be there till Monday. She asked if I had to leave yet, seeing how it was Sunday, I told her that I could stay with her for the night but I would have to borrow the dress that I was wearing and I had to leave early.

I woke at seven thirty the following morning got showered and dressed. I kissed Angie on the forehead and left her a note that I would call her later in the day. Did I mention how sexy she was while she slept? Any way I got to work and about ten o' clock I figured that Angie would be up so I rang her house. The phone just kept ringing until her machine picked up. I left her a message.

"Hey Angie. It's me I just thought that I would call and see how you were doing. I guess I will try back later." and I hung up.

I tried back a few times that afternoon and there was still no answer. So I thought that I would try her restaurant and see if she was there.

"Thank you for calling Paradise Restaurant. This is Sophia speaking. How can I help you?"

"Hi Sophia. My name is Sonia. I was wandering if Angie was there?"

"Let me see Sonia, was it? Give me just a minute."

She put me on hold and I was there for a few moments. When Sophia finally returned she was kind of nervous sounding.

"She is Sonia but she is very busy at the moment. Would you like to leave her a message?"

"No. Thank you though. If you don't mind me asking, what is it that she is doing?"

"She is entertaining some clients. Would you like me to have her call you when she can?"

"Yes, please. Could you tell her that I really need to talk with her?"

"I sure can. Bye."

I wander why she wouldn't tell me about this meeting she had today. I would like to make plans with her to celebrate the promotion that I had just got. But I just can't seem to shake this feeling that I have. Seeing how it is almost four in the afternoon I think I will take the day rest of the day off and go and see Angie at the restaurant.

When I got to the restaurant I saw that there was no one in the parking lot except what I think were the employees. I wander what is going on. I walked up to the door and open them and go up to the Maitre'd. I asked if I could see Angie Smith and she said that she would be right back after getting my name. She came back and told me to follow her. She led me to her usual table and that Angie would be out in just a few minutes. When Angie finally came out she had a troubled look on her face and I could tell that she was very worried about something and looked like she wanted to cry. I got up and went to her and gave her a hug and guided her down to the bench.

"Hey baby. What's wrong? What happened?" I asked her when she was calmed down.

"It's Marcus. My parents found out that he was gay and apparently they said things that had really upset him. My parents and him were always real close. He called and told me that he needed to see me as soon as possible. So I got dressed and rushed here. By the time I got here there were police cars everywhere. I was really scared. I thought that we were robbed but then I saw an ambulance arrive and my heart sank. Marcus sounded odd over the phone when I talked to him. When I managed to get through the police line My heart just sank." She couldn't continue. She just broke down and I just pulled her to me. Holding her as close to me as possible. I didn't know what to say to her. I told her to stay where she was and that I would be right back. I went to the kitchen and I saw the remains of what happened. I had to turn around and leave before I got sick. I went to find one of the employees and asked for something that Angie could use as a handkerchief and for a bucket of cold water and some towels. I needed to clean her up. They brought the items I asked for and went back to whatever they were doing.

"Here you go baby. Do you want me to send everyone home?" I asked her and she just nodded. So I went to let everyone know that they were free to leave if they wanted to.

"Excuse me, but are you Angie's lover Sonia?" some one asked me.

"Yes I am. And who might you be?" I asked in turn.

"My name is Kendra. Nice to finally meet you. We all agreed after you asked for the towels and water that we would do our best to clean the kitchen."

"You will do no such thing. I have our parents coming and I am going to show them what they had done to their son and my brother." Angie said it with so much venom that everyone just stood back from her.

Angie's eye color had changed since I had left her. I was afraid that I might have lost her. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder pulling me back farther away from her. The look she had on her face scared me so much that I had to turn my back on her.

"We haven't seen her like this in years. Not since her parents disowned her. She was not near as angry then but enough so that her eyes were a bit lighter than they are now. Some one had bumped into her and she almost punched them if not for her brother. I would hate to see what she will do to her parents once they get here." Kendra told me in a barely audible whisper.

"They are going to feel every ounce of pain that they have ever caused me. If they live through the pain that they caused me then they will feel my wrath for what they caused my brother to do to himself. If any of you try to stop me then you will be no different than my parents."

Ok it is safe to say that if not for Kendra for holding me on my feet that I would have collapsed right to the floor. I was so scared that I was trembling from head to foot. When her parents arrived they were pissed off looking and according to Kendra they always look like that. I saw Angie lead them to the kitchen and then we heard a blood curdling scream. I told them to stay behind and wait at her booth as I ran to the kitchen. I saw a butcher knife in Angie's hand and her parents on the other side of the cook's counter keeping it between them and Angie. Angie had her back to me and did not know that I was in the kitchen. I walked up quietly behind her and grabbed both of her wrists and shook them so hard that I could have broken them. She dropped the knife and stood there fighting me.

"Angie stop. Please stop. I know that you are upset about your brother but it isn't worth it to do anything to your mom and dad. Though I know you harbor ill feelings for the way that they out cast you from the family. But that does not make this the right thing to do. I love you with all my heart and soul. You are my life. So will you please stop this for me?" I asked her with a desperate pleading in my voice. I was almost to tears. When I saw her reflection in the counter top I noticed that her eyes were back to their normal color and I turned her around and gave her a hug. "And as for the two of you. Do you notice the blood all over the counter? That is your son's blood. From what Angie told me and what I had pieced together you drove him to commit suicide. You will leave now and never come back." I finished to Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

"Oh Sonia. What was I going to do?" she asked completely bewildered.

"Let's leave this room and I will tell you everything with the help of your staff." I replied.

I led her back to the booth and the only one that I saw there was Kendra. As Angie sat down I slid in beside her and had her lean into my chest. Between me and Kendra we told Angie everything that she had said. I asked her what made her calm down.

"Did you mean what you said in the kitchen? About loving me with your heart and soul and that I am your life?" she asked me.

"Yes I did. I see that you heard what I said. Is that why you stopped fighting me?"

"I guess so. I think it was more of the fact that I heard something that I had never heard in your voice before. Were you desperate while you were pleading with me to stop?"

"Yes I was. I was afraid that I had lost you. I couldn't bear to think of my life with out you. Kendra where is every one?" I turned to her.

She told me that she told them to wait outside while the three of us talked. She said that she was also grateful to me for getting through to her. Angie was almost like a sister to her. I told her I didn't really know what I was going to do but when I saw the knife in her hand I had to do something.

"I was afraid that she would have done something that would seriously hurt her parents or worse herself."

"See Kendra I told you she was great." she said with a genuine smile.

"I see what you mean." Kendra said as she stood up and pulled me into a grateful hug which I returned.

I took Angie out to my car to take her home I told the staff that it was ok to go back in and clean the kitchen as best as they could.

When I got her home I took her up to her room and undressed her and laid her down and asked her if I could get her anything. She said that she needed to drink something and that she preferred something strong. I asked her if she had any liqueur in the kitchen and she said yes. I told her that I would be right back. I got her a glass of whiskey and she downed it in one go. she said thank you and asked if I would stay with her till she fell asleep. I said that I would love to. I crawled up beside her and put my arms around her to comfort her. About ten minutes later she was sleeping soundly. I went down to the living room and sat on the couch and just cried. I don't know how long I was crying but I know that it was a long time. I never heard Angie come down the stairs and the next thing that I know her arms were wrapped around me. I moved out from her grip and went around the couch and I just hugged her.

This time she led me back upstairs and had me slip out of my dress and laid me down on the bed with her. She just laid there like I did for her and we both fell asleep in each others arms. When we awoke the next morning we showered and dressed then went to the restaurant. I told her that we could wait but she said that she was going to close the restaurant till after the funeral. She said that her staff were like her family as well as her brother's. She had to call them all and let them know. I understood why she was doing this. She told me that all her employee's numbers were in her office there. When I pulled up I saw At least fifty cars in the parking lot. some I recognized from yesterday the others I did not know. When we got in to the restaurant we were over whelmed by all of her employees. They said that they put an announcement in the news that they would be closed for about two weeks at the minimum. 

Angie gave them all her thanks and one by one they started to clean the place up including the kitchen. Angie led me to her office and said that she did not want to be disturbed for a little while. I knew that she wanted to cry so I went with her. I told her that if any one wanted to see her that I would take care of it for her while she gathered her wits and composer. I was now her second in command until she was able to get over the shock. But I knew that would be a while before that would happen.

The following week she held the funeral and the entire staff was there as well as her parents. Though they stayed clear of their daughter whether it was because she had a knife and was threatening to cut them or because they saw the look I gave them I don't know which but one thing was clear, they were scared of us. I knew that I should say something to them but I didn't know what. I was still mad at them for what they had done. I guess there is no use in crying over spilled milk. After the funeral Angie asked me what I was wanting to tell her that was so important on the day her brother had died. I told her that I had been promoted and she congratulated me. I told her not to worry about it. The only thing that mattered right now was how she was feeling.

"Come on Sonia. You mean to tell me that you don't want to celebrate your promotion?" she asked.

"Not until you feel up to it. Besides I don't feel much like celebrating right now any way." I said.

"Besides I have to tell you something. The staff came up with the idea that I should make you co-owner."

"What I know nothing about running a restaurant. How did they come up with that?" I asked bewildered.

"The funny thing is I agree with them. I watched how you took control for me while we were cleaning the place and getting everything ready to reopen. You did a wonderful job. But If you want to keep your current job that is fine but you would have to explain why you declined such a great offer though."

"If it means that much to you then I will put my notice in at work and take you up on your offer." my heart had found a little bit of peace finally.

"It would mean the world to me if you did. Also I wanted to ask if you wanted to live with me. You can keep your house and try to rent it out or you could out right sell it."

My heart was so elated that it felt like it would burst. I just had to hug and kiss her until she had to force me off of her. I told her that I would need a shower and change into something that would be more suitable. She said that would not be a problem. So when we got back to our house, our house I like the sound of that, I got in the shower. Then Angie decided to join me. This is the first time she had joined me in the shower. I was surprised to say the least. Then again she does have a good reason to. I am going to become a co-owner of her restaurant, I'm going to be living with her and all is right in the world. That's what you would expect me to say am I right? No. There is a little more to tell.

About a month after I moved in and Angie had made me legally co-owner her parents had stopped by the house. There were more scared of me than they were of Angie. I knew that the only way Angie would be comfortable was with me with her. So I called Paradise Restaurant and asked to talk to Kendra. She answered and I told her that Angie's parents were here at the house and before I could say anything else she told me that I was needed there and that she could handle it but if she needed me for something major that she would call me.

"Mom, dad what are you doing here?" Angie asked.

"We came to talk. We don't want to argue. Would it be ok if we could talk alone?" Her mom asked.

Angie looked to me and I said that I would be here for her if she needed me.

"I would be more at ease if Sonia could be here with me if that is ok with you."

Her dad spoke before her mom had a chance. "That's fine sweetheart. I want you to be comfortable enough seeing as this is your house. We got to thinking that after what happened with your brother God rest his soul. At the funeral the two of you were so cute together and I realized that who ever you choose to spend your life with, male or female, we would be ok with it. I know there were a lot of negative things said and the hostility between us was hard on all of us. We never told you how we found out that you preferred women over men." Her father started to falter and her mother took up the slack.

"We saw the way you looked at the girls in your senior class. As well as those that were at the mall when we would go. When we accused you of it you never denied it and it just confirmed what we thought. It upset us that you wouldn't talk to us. Then again we never really gave you the opportunity did we?" Her mom asked.

"No you did not. It hurt me so much that you just went off the handle the way you did. I went to go for a walk and you told me that if I left I was not welcomed back. I decided to leave any way to let you guys think and so I could think about things myself. When I tried to come back the door was locked. I had no key to get back in. I stayed with a friend of mine that night so I wouldn't get hurt. That night I realized that I was a lesbian. She made the first move and I did not stop her. I will skip the details but when I went home that following afternoon all my things were in the front yard."

"Where were your keys?" Her mom asked.

"In the house by the front door where I always left them. I was so hurt that I did not think to grab them."

"We should have looked. But like you we were hurt that you actually left."

"I don't want us to be so distant with one another. I am happy that you and Sonia had found each other. I really am. Sonia, we never thanked you for that night in the restaurant. I never seen her eyes that dark before. Neither of us had. She was a totally different person and you were able to get through to her. For that we thank you from the bottom of our hearts."

I was surprised that they were thanking me that all I could say was "Your welcome."

Angie's dad stood up and hugged Angie then came over to me and hugged me also. And he whispered "Welcome to the family." and I started to cry a little. Her mom followed after her dad, and Angie told me this afterwards, "I love you my precious baby girl." and she too was crying. She then came over and looked at me and smiled as she gave me a hug also. When all things are said and done the four of us headed to Paradise Restaurant for dinner. I had hired a chef to take over for Marcus. He was not as good as him but he was close. He had made my sampler plate and Angie's regular order and since her mom and dad didn't know what to get they ordered the same thing as me. We had Champagne with our meal. After I was done eating I excused myself saying that I needed to talk to Kendra and let the three of them get caught up on all the time the had missed over the years. When I got back I had Kendra with me to hide a surprise.




The Love Of My Life



There once was a man who fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. And it was long fall, for she was vastly complex, full of hidden intricacies which would have challenged the casual lover, but fascinated this man. He relished her complexity, for he (perhaps foolishly) prided himself on his large heart, and his desire to find someone with which to share it. He knew if anyone could love this woman as fully as she deserved, it would be him.

As the man continued to fall in love with this person, he realized that her complexity reminded him of a book. Not just any dime-store novel, that one could read in a night and then discard, but a rich, fully-developed epic, far more engaging than anything that he had ever read before, and he was considerably well-read. She was the kind of book that at times he could not put down for days on end, and at other times he needed to tear himself away to contemplate and digest what he had read before he could continue. But her story never left his mind; it kept unfolding in layer after layer until he could only marvel at her scope. And as time went on, and he fell deeper and deeper in love with her, there were times also when he could see his thread running through her narrative, sometimes broader, some times slimmer, sometimes invisible to his eye; but he trusted that he was always there, somewhere. And there were times when whole pages that begged to be read aloud passed across his lips, the sheer beauty of their words singing through him until tears ran down his face. 

Of course, there were times too, when he would read whole passages with one interpretation in his mind, only to discover later that his context was skewed, and everything would shift into a new perspective. Or darker times, when it seemed as if the book were closed, and he could not read even one word, no matter how hard he tried. Occasionally, it was almost as if he could see an iron lock around the book, the word "Private" stamped across the cover in letters of purple, like an old bruise that made him physically wince when he looked at her. He often wished, during these times, that he could simply lay open his heart and let her take what she needed until she would let him back in.

Over the course of years, as he kept falling in love with her, the richness of her text nourished his heart until it often times swelled to near bursting. And sometimes, in response to a slight, imagined or real, his heart would harden towards her for a time, until he could open himself up again, reducing the callous-like exterior that he had formed to the size of a scar. And while after a time he had several of these scars of varying sizes, their occasional twinge of pain was as nothing compared to the thought that struck him at times - what if I lost her? 

It was a simple thought really, but the enormity that lay behind it created such fear and pain that the very breath in his body would stop as if instantly frozen, only to be slowly released amidst a thaw of tears. The pain presented by even the thought of losing her was so unbearable that he knew he never wanted to experience its actuality. At these times, he would always vow to himself that he would never lose her, whatever the cost.

Like the woman in the story, this tale has no end. It becomes what we make of it - fairy tale, tragedy - this tale is as infinite as time. Only those who are part of the story are allowed to decide what transpires; the rest of us have stories of our own to create.



The Love of My Life



Chapter 1:

Marc Fleishflesher stepped off of the stuffy airplane into the terminal, and for the first time in four years he was finally home. His mom was away on business this weekend, but his little sis would be there to pick him up she had promised. His father had left his mother when he was only about five. He started to make his way through the terminal looking for his sister. 

Felicia had watched as everyone had come off of the plane. She couldn't wait to see her brother. She had been crushed when he had left for his stint in the Army, and had cried for weeks after he left, wanting him to come back. Her brother had always been the one that had looked after her, mainly because all her mom did was work.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a man as he stepped off of the plane. He was dressed in nice pressed khakis, and a dress shirt. The thing that she noticed the most though, was the muscled frame beneath the clothes. With a start, Felicia realized that the man had walked over and was standing in front of her. It was then that Felicia realized that the man was her brother.

"Oh Marc" she cried, throwing her arms around him. He dropped his bags and crushed her to him in a giant bear hug. As he did so he could feel his sisters chest mash into him and he realized that she had grown up some in the years that he had been gone.

They picked up the few bags that held all that Marc had and they headed for his sisters car. When he at last stood before it, is jaw about dropped to the floor. It was a red convertible 2001 Toyota Celica. His sister had sworn for years that one day she would own one, and now she did. Their dream had always been for each of them to own one and they would race them.

"Sis, this is incredible," he said, motioning at the car. "Where did you ever get the money for this thing?" 

"I worked my ass off for the last few years," she said. 

Marc threw his things in the trunk. As he slammed it down. As the trunk closed he caught a glint of metal as it went sailing through the air towards him. With muscles and reflexes honed by many hours of working out and many self-defense classes, he dropped down and deftly grabbed the object out of the air. He was amazed to find himself holding the car keys to the Celica.

"Sis, are you sure," he asked?

"Yeah, give it a test run big bro. You'll love it."

The next surprise came when he got inside and saw the sound system; it was out of this world. He climbed in and fired up the car for the hour ride back to the house. Felicia reached under the seat and grabbed a wallet of CD's. As she did so Marc was afforded an excellent view of his sisters cleavage.

Coming back up, she threw a CD into the CD player, and immediately the car was filled with the bumping sound of the hip-hop that she liked so well. As she sat back in her seat she thought she saw a slight bulge in her brothers pants, but then ignored it as a figment of her imagination.

Finally after fighting awful rush hour traffic for over two hours they got back to the house. As Marc pulled into the driveway, the sight that greeted him took his breath away. There, sitting in the driveway was a brand new convertible 2001 Toyota Celica exactly like his sisters, except this one was dark green.

Marc turned to Felicity was a questioning look on his face. "Felicia, what is this," he asked?

"I thought it would be quite obvious my dear brother, you do remember our dream, don't you?"

"Of course," he said, "but how... how can you afford all of this he asked. Felicity placed one soft finger to his lips and said, "not now dear brother, maybe in time, but not right now."

As Marc looked into his sister's face, he was struck by the beauty he saw there. All of her childish looks were gone, and had now been replaced with the body of an angel. At 5'9" she was gorgeous. She had long jet black hair that reached down past her but, and a body kept in perfect toned shape by her four years of varsity swimming and cheerleading, and was in fact preparing to graduate in just a few months. Her most striking feature, however, were her gorgeous emerald green eyes.

His sister cleared her throat, and he realized that he had been staring at her. His face got a slight flush and he turned away with a hurried apology. Her laughter was like the tinkling of bells to his ears as she said, "don't worry about it bro. I'm really used to it by now. Everyone stares at a cheerleader."

They gathered his thing and went inside. Felicia turned to him and said, "mom didn't get anything together for you, but I took the liberty of cleaning up your old room and got it ready for your homecoming."

"Thanks sis, you're the best," Marc said as he gave her a quick hug and ruffed her silky hair.

As Felicia went out into the kitchen, and Marc went up to his old room to unpack. When he was done he turned to the nightstand to put a few things on it and it was then that he noticed the little box and the card behind it. Reaching out for the box he slowly undid the ribbon and opened the box. Sitting inside was the set of keys to his new car. Marc set the keys down on the table and reached for the card. Opening it he found it covered with a long letter in his sister neat, perfect script.

My Dear Brother~ Welcome home. I hope this little present helps you out. I know that you don't have much, and maybe this will help you a little. I know you have many questions about where all of this money is coming from, but please, I beg you not ask me for the time being. This is in part my way of saying thank-you for all of those times you stood in for mom and dad. From the stormy nights when you held my shaking body, to all of my questions of sex and men, which I never felt that I could go to mom with. This is also my way to fulfill our dreams of racing together. For all of these things I Love You Marc, and thank you.

Your Loving Sister, Felicia XOXO

Marc brought the letter up to his face as he felt the tears start to flow. Him and Felicia had always been close, playing the part of mother and father for Felicia, and all of the memories, combined with her gift, overloaded his emotions.

Hearing a noise at the doorway he brought his head up and saw Felicia there, watching him. Moving from the door frame she came over next to him and wrapped her arms around her big brother (as far as they would go, he was quite big through the chest now) an held him as he sobbed.

"I don't now what to say sis," he said, "this is just too much."

"Don't say anything, brother, don't say anything. Lets just go out for a nice dinner."

Marc kissed her forehead and took her by the hand as he grabbed his keys and went out to his new car. When he got in he was astonished to discover his car had the same sound set up that hers did and she had even taking the time to fill a wallet with his favorite CD's. Before he could pick one though, she pulled one out of her coat pocket, that she had made especially for tonight. Since it was such a nice night, Marc dropped the top. Felicia put the CD in.

As he pulled out of the driveway a nice slow song came out of the speakers, and Marc looked at his sister in shock. "I thought you hated music like this," Marc exclaimed.

"I did," Felicia explained, "But it was by listening to this music that I was able to stand the long nights while you were gone. Mom was always working and we were not close, not like I am with you. Marc drove them to a small Italian restaurant. Over a soft candlelight dinner they caught up on each other's lives. Marc didn't want to talk much about his time in the army, but Felicia did enough talking for the both of them. 

Marc learned that she was seeing some guy at school by the name of Ryan, and in fact she was going out on a date with him tomorrow night. Marc tried to pull out the information of where all of her cash came from, but Felicia kept saying that it was too soon and he must wait a little while longer.

After dinner had been consumed they decided to move out onto the dance floor and do a little dancing. As Felicia maneuvered herself as close as possible to her brother's rock hard body, Marc caught an intoxicating scent, which must have been the perfume that she was wearing.

They danced close together for a few songs and then Marc felt a frightening thing happen to him, his dick started to get hard as he danced. Fright flashed through his mind. What if his sister noticed? If she did she never said anything, because after the end of the dance she suggested they leave and go rent a couple of movies.

By the time they got to the movie place the skies were getting very dark, and so Felicia stayed to put up the top while Marc went in to get the movies. He rented one action flick, a chick flick he thought that Felicia might like, and lastly a good-looking porno for his private viewing later that night.

When they got home they each went to their respective rooms to change into something more comfortable. Marc quickly pulled on a wife beater and a pair of Army shorts and was putting in the first movie when Felicia came back down.

Marc about died when he saw her. Felicia was wearing a sheer nightshirt, panties, and nothing else. He could clearly see her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

He fumbled the DVD into the DVD Player and then came back to the couch and sat down. Felicia sat at the other end of the couch and the movie came on. It was the action flick that he had rented. The movie had a hard time retaining his attention though, as he kept sneaking a peak at his sister.

After the movie ended he went to go put in the chick flick that he had rented for Felicia, when a huge crackling bolt of lightning and the boom of thunder could be heard close by. Marc looked over at Felicia and watched as she pulled a blanket close and cuddled in it. Felicia hated storms and this one was shaping up to be a good one.

Marc reclaimed his place on the couch. Felicia put up a gallant effort to be brave, but after one particularly loud boom, Felicia moved over next to Marc and snuggled into his side. Marc put his arms around her and could feel her shake a she lay against him.

Pulling the blanket up around them, they remained that way for most of the movie. As the big erotic scene came up though, Marc began to have problems. Between what was going on in the movie, and the feeling of his beautiful, almost naked sister at his side it was just too much for the poor guy and he felt himself start to get hard again.

When the movie ended, he tried to move and found that Felicia had finally fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake her he gently picked her up and put her to bed, clothes and all. Once she fell asleep during a storm you never wanted her to wake.

Chapter: 2

Going back to his room Marc put the porno in, stripped down and crawled into bed. The scene opened up with a man and a woman fucking doggy-style, when he flipped the woman over and continued to pound into her pussy, while another woman joined them and sat down over the other woman's face and started to get her cunt lapped. The man pulled out and shot his load all over the first woman's face and tits.

Meanwhile Marc was furious pumping his meat, and never noticed when the door cracked open slightly and the pair of eyes that gazed at him through the crack in the door. Marc continued to watch the movie and jack off, but after a time, he stopped focusing on the movie and his thoughts turned to his sister laying just one room over from him. With a groan he shot his load into the rag that he always kept under the bed for just such a thing and collected his mess in the rag.

As his thoughts slowly returned to normal he was overcome but a tremendous sense of guilt over what he had just done. My God, I'm fantasizing over my sister he thought to himself. What's wrong with me? Am I some kind of freak? While in the middle of his soul searching he never heard the door close and Felicia creep back to her room.

Felicia crept back to her room and climbed back into bed, although she couldn't get back to sleep. The storm had ended and Felicia had woken up while Marc was doing his business. She couldn't get the picture out of her mind of his face in the throws of passion and the sight of his cum shooting into the rag he held.

Reaching down to the waist of her panties she pushed them aside and slowly worked her finger into her pussy. Finding it already sopping wet with her girl juices, she plunged her finger in and began to bring herself off. She worked her finger around the hood protecting her clit and as she rubbed, her clit began to come out. Lightly pinching it between her thumb and forefinger she felt her juices run even more. 

Beginning to moan now she buried her face in her pillow to keep from being heard by her brother next door. She could hear the squishing sound her pussy was making now as she plunged her fingers into her cunt. Suddenly she felt her orgasm rising up from the pit of her stomach. With a tremendous cry she came and thrashed on her bed as her pussy gushed out what felt like a gallon of her girl cream.

Still, she didn't feel quite satisfied so going over to her vanity she picked up a brush with a giant handle on it and began to insert it into her dripping slit. Slowly at first, she then picked up her tempo until she was furiously working the brush in and out of her. Again she felt her orgasm approach, but she kept going right on through it and when her first one ending she crested again and went into another orgasm and that was the last thing she remembered as she passed out with the handle of the hairbrush still poking out of her sticky cunt.

Chapter: 3

As the sun streamed into his window Mark awoke and he remembered last night. Masturbating to the image of his sister and the porno, and the feeling of guilt washed over him again. He decided to go for a jog to clear his mind. He quickly dressed in sweats and a T-shirt and ran out the door into the warm morning air.

Marc took himself on a path that he used to run while he was in high school. One that was about five miles and one that he knew would give him time to think before getting back.

He couldn't figure out what was making him feel like this. She was his sister for Christ sake. What was wrong with him? Coming out of his thoughts he realized he was already home. Opening the door he went inside and prepared to take a shower.

The sound of the opening door woke Felicia with a start and she moved around a little until she felt the brush still lodged in her pussy. Gingerly removing it a river of trapped pussy juice ran out. Flushing with embarrassment she cleaned up her mess and went into the bathroom to take a shower. 

Felicia had a towel wrapped around her and was warming up the water when Marc burst in on her. He just sort of stood there dumfounded for a minute and took in the scene before him. After he came back to his senses he ran out of the bathroom and back to his room.

Felicia took her shower and then and then knocked on Marc's door telling him that he could have the shower now. Mumbling a quick thanks he ran into the bathroom to take his shower. When he came out he could smell breakfast cooking downstairs. He hurried and got dressed and went down to the kitchen as he realized that he was ravishingly hungry. Felicia set a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon strips before him and a smaller plate for herself and then sat down to eat.

The table was quiet as both ate their meals. Pushing her plate away Felicity leaned across the table and took my hand in hers and told me she knew what had happened was an accident and that she understood.

The rest of the day passed quickly as we did chores around the house, getting ready for mom to come home the next night. Before I knew it Felicia was getting ready to go out on her date with Ryan. Promptly at seven Felicia came down the steps all fixed up for a night out on the town. After they left I went upstairs and took another shower and then I hit the town in my new Celica. The ladies just weren't hitting tonight so Marc headed home a little early.

As he was driving along back to his house, he suddenly caught sight of a lovely young woman running along the side of the road, trying to flag down a car. Marc pulled over to the side and got out, preparing to see what was wrong.

Nothing in his life could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes. With a start he realized the girl coming at him was Felicia. She had most of her clothes ripped to shreds and in many places they were barely still hanging on her. In other places he could see huge purple bruises forming on her ivory skin.

Clutching the sobbing girl to him she buried her face in her big brothers chest as she felt his strong arms circle protectively around her. Felicia was still in hysteria, and Marc felt tears coursing down his cheeks and into Felicia's hair, when Ryan made the mistake of coming out of the trees by the side of the road after her.

Marc gently sat her on the hood of his Celica and then turned on the fucking bastard who had hurt his sister. Marc was still in the habit of wearing his huge army boots and so when he let loose with his first kick he heard the arm bone shatter as Ryan tried to put up a pitiful block. The next kick caught Ryan in the chest and Marc could feel several ribs give way.

Marc picked Ryan up by the shirtfront and hissed out between clenched teeth, "if you ever, ever come near my sister again I'll kill you." Marc dropped Ryan back to the ground and walked away.

Helping Felicia into the passenger seat, he noticed that she was going into shock. He ran around to the other side, got in and took off for home.

To be Continued...



The Love of My Life



I met Jen when I was 24. I was a bartender at a local bar and she was a regular customer. She was a stunning woman. 23 years old, long red hair, emerald green eyes, and a body to die for. Her breasts were a nice firm 38c, a nice flat stomach with a belly ring, long legs that lead to one of the most incredible heart shaped asses that I had ever seen. She was always showing off her body, in the shortest dresses and low cut blouses. I noticed that while she let a lot of men buy her drinks and she danced with a lot of them, she always left the bar in the evening alone. After I had been working there for about 3 months, I asked her out. She said yes. 6 months later we were married. I was the happiest man on earth. 

Our sex life was always incredible. She was very passionate in bed and was willing to do anything. She loved to give head, loved her pussy eaten and her asshole licked, and she really liked to have anal sex. She had a very hot and tight asshole that never failed to coax the cum from my balls in huge spurts. She loved to talk dirty. She especially liked it when I talked real dirty to her, calling her a cock hungry slut or other things like that. 

Just before our second anniversary we started talking about our fantasies. At first we discussed rather tame ones. But soon we got more daring, sharing deep dark fantasies. It seemed that we had one fantasy in common: for her to be with other men in front of me. I couldn't believe my luck! Not only was Jen the perfect wife in every way, she wanted the same sexual experiences as I did. So we started planning on making this fantasy come true. 

When the night arrived that we were going to do it, I rushed home from work to get cleaned up. When I opened the door, Jen greeted me with a big hug and a deep kiss. She told me that she loved me deeply and hoped I would enjoy what we were going to do. I said, "Jen, I have dreamed of this since the day we met. I cannot wait to see you with another man." She smiled a big smile and told me to go get ready. I quickly showered and dressed for the evening. When I was finished, I went looking for Jen. She was dressed to kill. She was wearing a short black mini dress that barely covered her ass and showed lots of cleavage. She had on black thigh high hose with garters and black "cum fuck me" 5" high heels. My cock got hard instantly. She looked gorgeous. 

We drove to a bar in the city far away from the small town we lived in. We found a hip looking dance club and parked the car. As we walked in, she stopped me in the parking lot. She turned to me and asked if I was sure about this. I said I was and asked her if she was. She assured me she was more than ready. So we went inside. The club was fairly crowded and the music was very loud. We found a table in the back of the room and sat down. I had noticed that as we walked across the room several men had been watching Jen. As we sat down and ordered drinks, Jen leaned over and told me that she didn't have any panties on. I slid my hand under the table and put it on her thigh. I kissed her and pushed my hand up under her dress to find she was telling me the truth. I pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. She leaned her head back and moaned softly. As I was doing this I noticed two good-looking studs at the next table were watching us. I pointed this out to Jen and she spread her legs more to give them a show. It didn't take long before they came over and asked us if they could join us. 

Jen looked up and smiled and said, "Sure guys, have a seat." We introduced ourselves, and they told us their names were James and Brent. James was around 6'2" with an athlete's build. He had dark hair and eyes. Brent was around 6' and a little thinner than James. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. We had a few more drinks and made some small talk. Finally Brent asked Jen if she wanted to dance. She said yes and the two of them ventured out to the dance floor. The song that was playing was a fast tune and Jen was really doing some dirty dancing for Brent. James and I could not take our eyes off of her. The next song was a slow one and Brent grabbed Jen and pulled her close to him. I watched as my wife pushed her body against his, going with his every movement. He slid his hands down her back to her ass and started to squeeze it. She looked up at him and kissed him deeply. It was then that James decided it was time for him to cut in. He took Jen in his arms and kissed her just as deeply as Brent had only a few moments before. He slid his hands down her back as well, grabbing her ass. As he did this, he raised her skirt just enough so that anyone who was looking got a great shot of my wife's naked ass. I could see as he cupped her perfect ass cheeks in his large hands. I could tell Jen was totally turned on...and so was I.

We decided it was time to set the rest of our plan into motion. We told Brent and James we were going back to our hotel and asked them if they would like to join us for a nightcap. They both readily agreed. I told them to follow us to the hotel. On the drive back, Jen was really excited. She talked all the way to the hotel about James and Brent. Saying how sexy they were, about the dances and them grabbing her ass. She really liked it when James lifted her dress exposing her ass to the crowd. We got to the hotel and we got out of the car. We took a moment and kissed, our tongues exploring the others mouth. James and Brent pulled into the spot next to us. They got out of the car and came over to us and Jen kissed them the same way. After a few minutes I said, "Why don't we move this up to the room, guys?" 

They all nodded in agreement. Jen took Brent and James' arms and we proceeded up to the room. Once inside the guys were on her in a flash. James grabbed her and kissed her, grabbing a tit in each hand. Brent moved up behind her and lifted her dress up and off of her. I took a chair and moved it to the corner of the bed and sat down to watch these two studs fuck my wife. Jen was standing before them nude except for her stockings, garter and high heels. The guys quickly undressed and pushed her onto the bed. Both of the men were very well endowed. James' cock was at least 8" long and very thick. Brents cock on the other hand was over 9" long and a little thinner. They had her on her back on the bed, each sucking on one of her ample breasts. She had a cock in each hand and was stroking them slowly. Brent started to move down her body, kissing his way down her stomach to her dripping hole. Jen spread her legs to give him access to her pussy and he dove in, licking her snatch with long, wet strokes. James raised up and guided his cock toward her waiting mouth. She wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped his balls with the other. She lifted his cock and took his balls into her mouth, first sucking on one then the other. James moaned, "Yeah, that's it baby...suck my balls. Lick them good." She then licked from the base of his cock up to the head. Getting the entire shaft wet with her saliva. She looked up and made eye contact with him and licked the pre-cum off of the head of his cock. Then she started to work the length of his cock into her mouth. James grabbed a handful of her hair and drove his cock into her mouth, gagging her a little. 

"Yeah, gag on that big cock, you little slut!" he exclaimed. "Suck it, bitch. Suck it good". Brent meanwhile was pushing three fingers inside my wife's wet pussy and licking her clit like a man possessed. She was humping against his mouth as he licked her. James turned to me and said, "Man, you have a hot wife here. What a slut. She really knows how to suck a cock!" I just smiled and said that I knew it. Brent was now really going to town on her pussy with his tongue and Jen was getting close to cumming for the first time. I saw her raise her ass off of the bed, humping against Brent's mouth as hard as she could. James' cock slid from her mouth as she reached the peak and started to cum.

 "Oh fuck yes! Lick my cunt, Brent. I am gonna cum! Oh fuck yeah, I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!" she screamed. She drenched Brent's face with her cum and he loved every minute of it. He drank in her juices as she continued to cum on his mouth. She was breathing heavily as she came down off of the orgasm that had just racked her body. 

She finally took a deep breath and told Brent that was one of the best orgasms she had ever had. Brent looked up at James and said, "I want to try her mouth now. Why don't you see if you can make her cum again?" So they switched places and Brent fed his cock into Jens smiling face. James lifted Jens legs up over his shoulders and slid his cock into her in one smooth push. I heard a muffled "mmmfff" from Jen as he entered her. He started to fuck her with slow, deep thrusts. I could see her lift her ass off the bed to match his tempo as he banged my slutty wife. Brent was also busy fucking my wife's mouth with his hard cock. She was sucking on it like a ten-dollar whore. Taking long, deep strokes on his cock. I could see her tongue working the underside of his cock while she sucked. I could tell both men were going to pop soon. Brent went first, shoving his cock down my wife's throat as he came. Jen swallowed as fast as she could, but couldn't quite get it all and some ran from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. A couple of seconds later James bellowed, "Fuck yeah...I'm gonna cum in this hot pussy of yours, bitch!" And with that he emptied his balls deep in my wife's cunt. When she felt him squirting inside of her, it triggered her second orgasm of the night. As everyone came down off of their orgasms they collapsed in a big heap on the bed. I was amazed at the scene I had just witnessed. I always knew Jen was one hell of a fuck, but I had never seen her like this.

Soon the three of them started to recover and come back to life. I opened a bottle of bourbon and fixed everyone a drink. James and Brent were going on about how hot Jen was and how great she was in bed. Jen was sitting there on the edge of the bed with a smile on her face. I could tell she wasn't finished yet. After we finished our drinks, she moved back up on the bed and said, "I hope you guys aren't finished with me yet, because I am not even close to being finished with you!" 

Brent and James looked at each other and then at me and smiled. "Let's go get her, dude." James said to Brent. They moved onto the bed, pulling Jen onto her knees between them. Brent started kissing her and James started sucking on her breasts. Her nipples got hard almost immediately under his talented tongue. She reached down and grabbed their semi-hard cocks and began to stroke them back to hardness. Brent shifted positions and lay down on the bed, pulling Jen down on top of him. She used her fingers to spread her pussy open for him and impaled herself on his rock hard shaft. She started to slowly ride his cock, taking him deep inside of her, then raising up until only the head was in her before plunging back down. By this point I couldn't take it anymore and took off all of my clothes and started to stroke my hard cock. Watching Jen fuck these two men was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better; James slid around behind Jen and grabbed her ass. He spread her cheeks wide and rubbed some of her ample wetness over her asshole. He then rubbed some on his cock and pushed the head against her tight little brown pucker. Jen looked over her shoulder at him and said, "Oh fuck yeah, shove that hard cock up my ass. 

I love having my ass fucked. Put it in there, James!" 

"You better believe it slut, I am going to fuck your ass good!" James grunted. "I am going to fuck your ass right here in front of your husband, you little slut!" With that he pushed the entire length of his cock into her ass. I thought she was going to come unglued. She started humping for all she was worth. This was the first time Jen had ever been double penetrated and she was going crazy with lust. She was rubbing and pinching her nipples as the guys fucked her wet holes. I finally could take no more and climbed onto the bed myself. Jen had an open hole and I intended to use it. I bent down and kissed her first then grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my cock into her mouth. She looked so fucking hot with three cocks using her at the same time. She looked up at me as she sucked my cock. It was everything I could do not to cum right then. So I pulled my cock from her mouth and slapped her face with it several times. She stuck out her tongue and tried to lick my cock, but I kept pulling it back from her. I guided her mouth down to my balls and she greedily sucked them into her mouth, her tongue licking hungrily on my sack. 

Brent was watching her suck my nuts, and said, "Go for it bitch, suck his balls. You are one hot slut. Taking three cocks at once." He looked up at me, "Man your wife is fucking hot, man! Look at her take all of these cocks!" 

I guided my cock back into her waiting mouth, "Yeah, that's it honey. Suck my cock while these two studs fuck you." I said. 

James was really getting into her ass. He grabbed her by the hair and shoved her mouth over my cock. "God what a slut," he said. " You fucking love my cock in your ass, don't you cunt?" All Jen could do was grunt her approval as she buried her nose in my pubes. That sent Brent over the edge and he started to fill my slut wife with his cum. He grabbed her by the hips and shoved his cock deep in her as he exploded in her pussy. That started her cumming as well. She started to thrash wildly between the three of us. As her orgasm peaked, her asshole reflexively tightened on James' thrusting member and he too started to cum. He flooded her ass with his hot spunk and it started to run out of her ass, down her thighs and onto Brent's nut sack. That was it for me too, as I started filling her hungry mouth with my warm cum. She sucked every last drop from my balls and opened her mouth to show me my ball juice on her tongue. Then she swallowed all of it in one gulp. The four of us fell onto the bed exhausted. 

Brent and James left soon after. Both leaving us their numbers and telling us if we ever wanted to party again we should call them. After I closed the door, Jen came to me and we shared a long and passionate kiss. I took her to the bed and laid her down. I moved on top of her and kissed her softly. Her hands found my hard cock and guided it into her cum filled pussy. I easily slid into her wet snatch and began to slowly make love to her. We kissed again, and I looked deep into her eyes and told her, "You really are the love of my life, you know that?" 

She smiled up at me and said, "Yes, I know it. I love you too, honey." We made love the rest of the night. Both of us were reliving the night over in our heads as we fucked one another. We finally drifted off to sleep as the sun was coming up. 

Needless to say, we did call James and Brent again...several times. They even brought some friends with them once...but that is another story.



The Love of My Life



"Her name was Ann and I'll be damned if I recall her face." Well, not really. I still see that cute button nose, that smile, those eyes... Those brown eyes, they were voted prettiest in the class.

She was everything a boy would want in a girl. She was very pretty, feminine and smart; President of our National Honor Society and graduated third in our class. She was fun and when she smiled, everything was somehow brighter. She would laugh and tease and just be perfect. WAY out of my league.

It was the last semester of our senior year of high school. I was just a farm boy. My Dad figured out how to keep a teen aged son out of trouble. His solution was to keep me so damned busy that I would be too tired to find it. The result was a pretty good kid. The only guy I knew that worked harder than me was my buddy Jeff. His parents ran a dairy farm. Those ladies needed feed and a milking twice a day and Jeff was the one who did the lions share. My advice to everyone out there...don't get tied down with live stock. I digress.

I think that because I was always busy, I was probably a little more serious than other kids my age. I did volunteer work. I used my 'days off' to grocery shop for my Grandmother. I felt distant to the people my age, as they didn't seem to have a care in the world and when I would look at my class mates and how they behaved when they dated, I always felt like I had nothing in common with them. This was especially true when they would be going through a break-up after only two months of 'undying love' for one another. I decided when I was in my early teens, that for me, 'love' would mean something.

My parents were both conservative people. They came from humble beginnings and did very well for themselves. They were not the type to sit me down and have a 'talk' with. They would suggest things and then let these things stew in my head. I remember when I was little and was rubbing my crotch one day...because it was hard and it itched, my Mother said "Go wash your hands, that is where you pee from and it's not that clean." She wasn't scolding me; she just said I needed to clean up. From that day on, I never touched myself there, except for hygiene reasons. My 'Sex Ed' was two words from Dad..."Be careful." It was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow.

I was in a social studies class with Ann. She had moved to our district at the beginning of our senior year but this was the first time that I had met her. She was a city girl. We sat next to each other and quickly became friends. I know I may not come off as being refined or polished, but I was not an ignorant kid. I think she saw that in me. I think she gave me a chance and saw I was more than just a hayseed.

Eventually, she would flirt and I would miss it. I have always been shy and I laugh at myself now because I still don't know when a woman is showing interest or just being nice. Finally one day she said "I, um...am mildly suggesting that maybe we could spend some time together away from school." I tried to be cool but I was really excited. I had never been on a date before and I really liked this girl, so of course I said "yes." After class that day I was on cloud nine. She was so cute and sweet and he liked me...this was cool.

The first time she and I went out was a double date with her older brother and his fiancé'. I guess Ann's Dad wanted her brother to check me out, to make sure I was good enough for his little girl. Needless to say, not a whole lot happened that night and I got nice, sweet, simple kiss at the door that night. Now, this was fine for me, as it was the first time I'd kissed a girl since the fourth grade and I knew a little bit more, this time around. 

Monday in class she and I are sitting there copying down our assignment. She waited patiently for me to write down what I was supposed to do. In my head it already sounded like too much effort and it was becoming clear to me this would be yet another assignment that I would fail...since I wasn't going to do it. I finished and she taped me on my left shoulder. 

I looked at her and she had this little smile on her face. Like she was just having a grand time. She pulled me closer and whispered "I went easy on you Saturday. Can we go out again this weekend?"

I looked at her and probably blushed. "I'd love to go out again"; was all I could manage. She winked at me but then got a little serious and said, "Good. I really want to spend some alone time with you."

I reached out and took her hand and squeezed it. "I want that too, Ann." I replied and I think that was the first time I said anything that made sense since she asked me out, the week before.

The week crawled. The last semester before being done with this non-sense. I hated school. It was like going to jail every morning. I was so much happier being outdoors...even working in the fields on the worst day was better than the best day in class...except this class. This is where Ann would make me feel like I wasn't wasting my life away.

Friday arrived and Ann and I were going out. We went and saw a movie with Allen King in it. The movie sucked but afterwards we parked. That night we kissed passionately. I'd never felt this way before and my jeans were bursting with the internal pressure. She straddled me and we dry humped each other. It was more than I could have imagined. It wasn't crude, it was gentle and the closeness I felt was like nothing my soul had ever experienced before. I couldn't kiss her deeply enough....I wanted so badly to feel her skin...to let my hands feel her softness. I wanted to hold her so tight, that I would pass through her and turn around and do it again. She was everything that I was not. Soft and smooth, not coarse and clumsy. Her voice was so light and sweet, mine was so hoarse. She smelt so good and her hair was like corn silk. Even her little sighs and the way she hugged me back made me understand that I was blessed to be a man and to be getting the better deal in this matter of sex. 

I dropped her off and would have died happy that night. I could not then. Or not even now, as I write this, describe how Ann made me feel that night.

The next morning I was out mowing the lawn and my Mom called me in to the phone. It was Ann. "Good morning!" She said, with the rays of sunshine just pouring through the phone. I looked at the clock...it was 11:30 and I'd been working for 4 hours already. 

"Good morning." I replied...half smiling because I knew she had just gotten up.

"I wanted you to know, that last night wasn't enough for me. I want more." She said.

I was giddy. I felt exactly the same way...or I thought I did. "Me too." I said.

Then she asked "Are you busy tonight?" I asked her to hang on and asked Mom if anything was planned for the night...with a green light, I told Ann I would pick her up at 6.

I was early...by about five minutes, which meant I was really a half hour early and so her Dad decided to get to know me a little better. We spent some time in the garage. He was changing the oil in his car and I offered to pull the filter off, since it was a bit hard for him to squeeze in under the motor. I think right then he decided I was okay. He gave Ann twenty dollars and told her to buy me dinner that night.

After dinner we parked...it was perfect. Cool evening, almost a full moon and we looked down over the lake. The moon's light danced on the surface of the water...we held hands and talked for a long time. She was going off to college. I was enlisting the following week and planning to depart in September. We both knew this was just a page in our life's stories but at this moment, it was only one page for both of us. Soon the cuddling became kissing...then the kissing became the groping that two people share when it just isn't enough to hold one another. You know what I mean. 

I still don't know how it happened but at some point in time, we were nude and in each other's arms. I felt her warm silkiness. I literally thanked God for this. I was so lost in her. I had no thoughts but her. My cock was so hard. I rubbed it against her and we kissed and moaned.

After a while, I reached a threshold at which I could not fathom the depths of this and I panicked for fear of losing my soul to her, right then. I left her arms and sat up to collect my thoughts. "What's wrong?" she asked. I almost laughed at the absurdity.

"Nothing is wrong, Ann. This is perfect." She curled up in my lap and let me hold her as I just allowed myself to drown in the moment. Soon her kisses returned to my lips. These were longer, smoldering kisses. Not the crushing passionate kisses from earlier. These were tender but full of feeling. The kind that melt ones heart. But soon, too soon, they left my lips and found my chest. I was powerless, she had me in a spell and I was enthralled. 

Then, I felt it. Her mouth was on my cock. She took me deep and without any hesitation. Her tongue was stroking the shaft as she tried to milk the cum out of me. I was in disbelief. I had gotten over the hygiene issues long before but truth be told, I had NEVER experienced a climax before except during normal nocturnal emission. I had never masturbated. This was something so new to me... I was in way over my head and had no idea where I was going. Her head moved up and down on me and I thought my heart would leap out of my throat. I let her go for a few minutes. I had no idea where this was going and I panicked. "No, Ann...Please stop." She stopped and looked up at me.

"Was I hurting you?" she asked so sweetly with concern.

This time a slight laugh emitted from my lips. "No, no. This is wonderful; perfect, but I have never ...I mean. I'm not ready, I don't think." 

She lied in my arms and after a time she asked. "Can you do me?" I didn't even think. 

I said "Yes."

The next hour I was lost in her. Her pussy tasted so wonderful. She taught me just how to lick her. How to finger her. How to touch her. I couldn't get enough of her juices. My tongue could not invade her deeply enough to satiate my desire to drink her in to me. I licked and nibbled and sucked as if everything in my life was nothing except this moment, this sweet girl and her wonderful pussy. Ann came twice for me that night and I was so happy she did.

I could smell her on my breath as I drove home and loved it but realized I couldn't walk in to my parent's house like that... It would have been very obvious. I stopped off and got a burger and a root beer and reflected on what happened. I couldn't believe it. Three weeks before I hadn't even kissed a woman and now, here I am getting my cock sucked and eating the sweetest pussy. Still my cock was swollen and begging for the attention it was getting earlier and I didn't know how to help my 'little guy' out.

Monday morning Ann met me in the parking lot at school. I was getting out of my car when she came up to me and kissed me deeply. I held her and she looked at me with those eyes. Lord in heaven, I still see those eyes when I close mine. "I went too easy on you Saturday night."

I smiled. "Thank you so much. It was perfect"

She got that little smile and jumped in to my car. "We're ditching first hour...we need to talk." she called out to me from the passenger seat. I hopped back in...Since my first hour was study hall, I figured a 55th absence from it wouldn't hurt my permanent record much.

As I sat down, she tucked her legs up underneath herself and leaned over to kiss me some more. During a break I asked "What do we need to talk about?" She pulled back and pondered. 

"The other night, you said you weren't ready. Is it me?" She asked.

I panicked...how could I have left her with that impression? I pulled her close..."Lord, no Ann. It was wonderful. It was perfect, it's just that I've never been that close before. I didn't know what was happening."

She looked at me and then got it. "You mean you have never cum before?"

I looked at her and said "No, never" 

She looked at me for a long moment. She kissed me and hugged me and said "You're so sweet." We continued to hold one another and kiss as the rising sun warmed us up. Bob Seger was on the radio singing 'Beautiful loser." It was utopia... Then, we got caught by a counselor who was just showing up at work. We got shooed off to class and later that day, in class, Ann and I held hands the whole time. It was wonderful. She whispered to me." Friday night, okay?"

I squeezed her hand and said "Okay." It was one of the best days of my life.

Friday night came. It wasn't even dark yet and I thought we would go to a show or get dinner but Ann had other plans. We were kids. It was only natural for us to find ourselves in our youth, trying to find our way. She asked me to find a quiet spot...so I took her to my house. My Mom and Dad had taken my little sister to a movie, so I knew we would be alone. We lied back on my bed...holding hands. She spoke "Eric. Please honey, I want you to just lie back and no matter what, don't stop me. Please. I will not hurt you. Just let it happen. I want to make you as happy as you made me." Again the eyes...she was almost pleading for me to let her please me. As if somehow, it would validate her as a woman. She didn't have to. She had my heart and she was perfect to me. I lied back. She opened my jeans and of course, being 18 I was ready. She took me deeply again. Sucking me with her warm, wet mouth; milking me with her soft hand. I watched as she loved me. She had her beautiful eyes closed...as if she was as lost in me at that moment; the same way I was lost in her the week prior. I watched as long as I could until the pure physical joy that was welling up inside of me would not allow it and I surrendered to it...lying back closing my eyes.

She stayed with me...my mind was racing. Instinctively, I held back...being so close for so long. I could think of nothing but her and her beautiful mouth sucking me... loving me in such a selfless way. I kept my promise and did not stop her. Of course the inevitable happened and my body released the thick warm evidence of my love. I felt as though a quart of my soul was leaving me, and my little Ann stayed with it, swallowing it all. In retrospect, her 18 year old mouth had to be so full of me. My load had to be thick and copious. She buckled down and didn't waste a drop. I was amazed by this. I fully expected her to pull away and I would not have thought less of her for it. Later she told me that her older, female cousin told her: 'A girl who doesn't swallow her man's cum doesn't deserve to enjoy his cock.' Those words haunt me to this day.

I know this wasn't intercourse, but I always think of it as my first time. I had never climaxed before and my first time was in a warm, loving and willing mouth. It was perfect. In some ways, Ann spoiled me. To this day, her words haunt me and if a woman refuses to swallow my sperm, I let her go. I won't settle for less. It might seem selfish, but I'll do all I can to help my partner and I love the taste of a woman. Shouldn't a woman love the taste of a man?

As the summer wore on, I guess Ann got bored with me and she found someone else. By summers end, she was off to college and shortly thereafter, I left for boot camp. Our breakup was not exactly clean. I was crushed. And like a sap, to this day, a part of my heart still belongs to her. I saw her once about a year later when I was home on leave. I was just stopping by to see her Dad, as we had become friends. (Of course if he knew what his little girl and I were up to, I wouldn't be here writing this 25 years later.) I stepped in to the house, and there was my little Ann. Still pretty and sweet. I had grown about 3 inches and towered over her. We hugged and laughed. We even wrote for a while and then she announced her engagement. I felt it would be wrong for me to continue writing and so I said my good byes.

I found out about eight years later Ann passed away, leaving two children and a husband who loved her. She wasn't thirty yet. It was so sad. As I type this, I feel for her little ones and her husband. I try to remind myself that we all have a time but I find little comfort in it. She was a wonderful woman and I'm sure she was an awesome Mom. 

Since that time I have excelled in my professional life. I am a good father to three wonderful kids. The one area of my life that has been a complete failure has been in the matters of the heart. I haven't had a relationship yet, in which I found happiness for more than a year or two. I have had two bitter divorces. I no longer trust my own judgment and I am now fearful of never being able to love in a romantic way, ever again. I suppose that destiny is not for this life.

Tonight, as I have done countless times in the past, I will close my eyes to sleep and I might see her eyes looking in to mine. As she once did, when she cared for me and perhaps even felt love for me too. I will remind myself of what I have come to trust... that she waits on the other side. Not to be mine again but to be my friend and to help me discover what is out there in eternity. I trust she waits to help me learn what is out there, just as she helped me cross a threshold in this life.

Good night Ann. I love you. 



The Love Of My Life, A Tender Offer



"Mum you promised you'd come and watch the hockey match after school on Thursday."

"I know darling but I just can't get out of this meeting."

The feeling as his magnificently hardened cock sunk into me not only took my breath away but also took my mind off everything else.

"There's some cold chicken in the fridge and loads of salad you can have for dinner." I said to my husband from the hallway where I was giving my hair and make-up one last inspection. "By the way don't wait up I might be late, school reunions can go on a bit." I added scooting out of the house.

I knew that I shouldn't let him do it in the car parked in a field in the semi-darkness. But the feel of his hand slithering up my thigh that, unconsciously, almost, I opened for him was so thrilling that nothing outside of him, me and our bodies had any significance.

Affairs are like that.

The guilt and the loss of self esteem at the excuses I had to make to my daughter and husband were horrible to bear. The thrills and excitement I got from my lover, though, made up for that and more.

They're rarely completely satisfactory. They can't be really can they? By their very nature it's almost impossible? They're elicit, naughty, often unfair and usually extremely difficult for all involved. They're relationships that are outside a marriage or other relationships. They're liaisons and the coming together by two parties who shouldn't really come together at all!

Mine was all of that and more. It was everything most people expect an affair to be. Exhilarating, stupendous, amazing, fantastic and mind-blowing. It was disappointing, heart-breaking, horrible, frustrating and thoroughly emotionally draining. I had the most amazing sensations, incredible sex, powerful feelings of love and lust intermingling and lots and lots of affection. I had to lie and cheat, duck and dive and be a different person as circumstances changed. I felt tremendous frustration when I couldn't be with him and enormous jealousy when I imagined him in bed with his wife. I hated us getting up from hotel beds and going home when every sinew in my body cried out for us to stay there together all night, if not forever. And as the affair got underway I could hardly bear to be in bed with my husband let alone have him make love to me.

Did I enjoy it? Am I pleased I did it? Would I do it again? Was it worthwhile? Hmmmm tough questions to which I don't really have answers? All I know was that during the almost year to the day that I knew David I felt more wanted than I ever had or ever have since. I felt loved and desired and more of a woman than I could have previously imagined. He so fulfilled my every need during the time we were having the affair that I think, in all probability, he was the love of my life as I was of his. 

I'd been with Kevin, my now very much ex husband, for around ten years when it happened. We were together for another four or so after it. For all the time prior to that I would never have dreamed that I would have an affair. I was the devoted, doting wife. I was love-blind. There was no doubt in my mind that Kevin and I would spend the rest of our life together with our daughter and that we might, as time went on, add to our family. That's why, when I had very strong reasons to believe he'd had an affair I was devastated. But I shrugged it off. That is until the next time when we had the most amazing rows and parted for a while. He persuaded me to let him back though. And that wasn't too hard for I still felt I loved him and I was so scared of being alone and sending our daughter's father away from her. When I suspected he was "at it" again and again, my views and standards I suppose dropped. I lost faith in and respect for him. My love went out the window although there were times when his charm and charisma still got to me and with those characteristics he was able to get my knickers off and persuade me to have sex with him. That though reduced in frequency rather rapidly after I met David.

"They seem to get on so well, it's as if they'd known each other for ages isn't it?" The attractive forty something guy in the bright yellow rain top and jeans said.

"Yes it is and that's strange for Brad doesn't usually get friendly with other dogs smaller than him," I replied returning his smile.

And that's how it started. That's how the love affair of my life began. Walking our dogs for Christ's sake.

There was a group of us, probably seven or eight that met in the large field that ran alongside the forest that was just a short drive from my house. Sometimes, especially in the better weather we all turned up and walked together but at other times there might just be a couple of us and on occasions just two or even me by myself. We were quite a mixed bunch with ages ranging from me, probably the youngest, in my early thirties, to a pair of really lovely older ladies who must have been well into their seventies or eighties. The gender mix was mainly women with a couple of older guys and David. 

Yes David, in the yellow rain top and jeans. David who said "they get on well don't they" as the first words we ever exchanged? David with the lovely smile and twinkling eyes. David the man I fell for. And David the man that fucked me in those very woods where the two dogs had got on very well!!!

But I get ahead of myself. I let my reminiscences become too vivid. My thoughts about David and me writhing naked in beds in hotels, squirming together on the back seat of his or my car or making love so magically in the open air, are starting to direct and control the flow of the story. And that mustn't happen for this account needs to have a mood, pace and style all of its own. This isn't a piece of fuck fest. It isn't a quick jerk off story. I'm not writing this purely for sexual titillation. No this is real, this is part of my life, a major and important part of me. I feel the need to tell the story. The story of David and me. The tender, loving, erotic and so sexual tale of our affair. And for me to relate that to you takes time. I will need to paint pictures with words. To describe the situation and to build the suspense up for you just as the impending affair built it up for him and me.

And that in some ways was the most amazing aspect of the affair. That period between the merest tingle of the thought, "does he want me and do I want him" and his magnificently hardened cock sliding almost ceremoniously up me? That and the realisation that as I gave myself to him so all my marriage vows were being ripped into tatters. Everything I thought I'd believed in about the sanctity of marriage, the trust and the loyalty was slipping away just as easily as my knickers slid down my legs to give my lover access to me.

From the time he said about the dogs getting on well we became walking partners. We walked alongside each other. In dog walking etiquette, and believe there is one, we became a walking pair. Our dogs got on well and that's important. I mean you can't walk with someone when your dogs hate each other can you? We tended to fall behind the others. After a while we started getting there a little later so that the others had set off. And then we began walking just the two of us. Just him and me. Just David and me.

I found myself dabbing on a little extra make up, spraying perfume or brushing my shoulder-length, chestnut hair more carefully than I'd ever done before a dog walk. I discarded the baggy old jeans and wore, tighter, smarter designer versions. In the cold of winter I'd wear a nicer top coat and in the warmth of spring and summer, tighter more revealing tops or sweaters. All of this was unconscious and went on for several months. But then bear in mind it was just a half hour dog walk five days a week. Two and half hours of exposure to each other often in the company of others and always in the open air with our dogs around. Not that conducive to chat up lines, flirting and come on suggestions. But somehow it worked and just six months after he said, "they seem to get on so well," so he was saying to me. "Mandy that was amazing," as he let his now limp penis slip from my still wet and throbbing pussy."

Again though I get ahead of myself. But that's so easy to do in my eagerness to tell you about my affair with David. But why am I so keen to do that? Why do I want to reveal my innermost thoughts and most intimate feelings? I know why. It's because I want to relive that year. Because I want to revisit those magically sexy times, those enticingly erotic moments, that wonderfully romantic period. Yes I want him back in my new life. The one you and I share. The one that only exists in words not actions and deeds. Yes I need and want David to fuck me with my words as I've been doing in all those submissions I've made to Lit. Does that make sense to you? It's absolutely crystal to me.

It was just a coffee. A fairly rotten instant one at that in a tatty café on the edge of the forest. But that was the real start. The beginning. That established something between us other than dog walking. 

"Black no sugar," were the first words I said to him as more than a dog walking friend.

I don't remember at all what we chatted about as we sat across from each other in the open air. I remember it was springtime and yes the trees were in bud, the daffodils were just ending, the tulips beginning and all the falsely romantic things that are said about springtime were around us. Including the "young man's" fancy I wonder??

We had coffee again a day or so later and it then became a regular feature of our walk. And it was very much our walk now for we went out of our ways to positively avoid the others. We went later, met at a slightly different place and walked another route. None of that was consciously planned, we didn't discuss it but like so many things between us, it just happened because, I suppose, we both wanted it to happen. 

Still nothing was said and certainly nothing was done by either of us to suggest what we were doing was anything other than two adults walking and chatting. Deep down, though, I think I felt something. I feel that I was becoming aware that the more I was with him the more I wanted to be with him. I couldn't in my wildest imaginings think that anything other than a friendship would happen between us. He was seemingly fairly happily married with three children and I had never been one to even consider straying. Kevin and I had our ten year old daughter and, although we'd had some rocky patches, neither of us would dream of doing anything that could harm her. 

So I mused April away looking forward to and enjoying my dog walks that by now were becoming longer and longer. David had explained that he mainly worked from home doing something with computers, that I didn't even try to understand, his wife held a fairly high powered job in the Civil Service and their children were at boarding school so his time was very much his own. 

"In any case, I prefer working in the evenings and late at night, it gets the juices running and I'm more creative." He'd said, to which I'd quite innocently replied.

"Really," as I smiled at him and, for some reason, raised my eyebrows as I added. "That's when mine flow the most."

We both laughed at the unintentional but quite strongly provocative double entendre.

"I bet they do the lucky man," he joked before we changed the subject.

The hard, throbbing cock felt so marvellous in my mouth. The large, soft, slightly hairy bag containing his balls felt as exciting in my hands as I rolled the two orbs around before sucking first one, then the other and then both into my mouth. My imagination was racing as my hands squeezed my full breasts, pinched and pulled my nipples and then plunged between my thighs that closed tightly round them.

Lying in the middle of our marital bed naked I was fucking myself. Making love to my own body in the middle of the day. The window was open and I could hear the noise of the mower as Tom our gardener did the lawn. I was masturbating more frequently recently. As Kevin and I rowed more often so our lovemaking diminished. I found it difficult and very frustrating to take after having had regular, nearly daily, sex for so long.

My crimson painted fingernails contrasted sharply with the creamy, suntanned as it was early in the year, flesh of my breasts as they dug into it leaving little red marks. The pink of my nipples looked fierce and appealingly suckable as I pulled and pinched them alternating between sending surges of sexual feelings and shocks of pain through my body. 

I was near. Very near. I was at that stage where the eyes are tightly shut, the mouth is open and the head is starting to roll from side to side. At the phase where arousing the breasts is not enough. At the point where the epicentre of a woman's sex has to be stimulated. I had reached the level that demanded total sexual gratification. Yes I was in that state of female masturbation where my hands had only one place on which to focus, one area to coax that little more I needed to take me over the edge. I was concentrating, zeroing in and focusing my fingers attention on the place they had to be. Right on my cunt.

And as they stroked and slithered around my lips, slid inside and then rubbed around my clitoris I started to cum. To cum hard and long. As my straightened fingers plundered my innards plunging in and out of that tingling tunnel as I fucked myself so David's face came into my mind. In my imagination I was being fucked by my dog walking friend. 

"Would you like to see it?" David asked one morning when we sitting in the outside café sipping our coffee.

"Yes I would but I don't think I'll understand it." 

David had been trying to explain to me what he did but being IT almost illiterate I couldn't grasp the concept of the worldwide web as he termed it. It was equally impossible for me to understand what websites and dotcom companies, neither of which I'd heard of, could possibly be. But this was 1999!

I felt very strange actually being in his house. It was odd seeing photos and other examples of his day to day life. His wife's and children's coats hanging up, pairs of green wellies in a box in the porch, two mugs on the draining board that presumably he and his wife had used for breakfast. We stood in the kitchen as he made coffee, proper stuff in a cafettiere, EDITED



There was a tension between us that I'd never experienced before. We were, I realised, totally alone for the first time. Always we'd been in the open with others nearby or around. Here it was just him and I. Just the two of us. Nobody else. I felt nervous, ill at ease and a little edgy. The conversation had dried up. He focused on making the coffee as I looked through the kitchen windows at the fairly large garden that I suddenly imagined him and his wife working on together on a Sunday morning. My throat was dry and my pulse seemed to be racing. I still hadn't given any thought whatsoever to where our relationship was going or, even, if it was going anywhere. The only time there was anything other than a perfectly respectable dog walking partnership was when I was naked masturbating. And then I have to admit that more and more David was a feature in my lurid imaginings.

For most of my married life, and really that coincides with the greater part of my adult life, masturbation has played little part. Since meeting Kevin when I was just over eighteen and starting to live with him when I was in my early twenties other than when he went away on business trips we must have had sex most days and certainly at least three times every week. Thus, when the supply was turned off, more I have to say by me than him, it's hard to take. And in a thirty two year old, as my memory suggests I was then, it's particularly difficult and I found that after say, five or six days without sex I suffered from enormous pangs of frustration. I was on edge and prickly a lot of the time, would lose my temper easily and found it hard to focus and concentrate on anything for long. The DT crossword, for instance, became an impossibility!

On top of all that I would, without any warning, become enormously aroused. I'd find an irritation starting near my pussy that within seconds had stormed through my body making my breasts seem so heavy and my nipples become like organ stops. I would almost pant and have what in other circumstances with older women would be called a hot flush. I'd see a fanciable man, a pert bum or a good looking face and I was mentally in bed with them. I could see sexual innuendos and suggestions in the most ridiculous things and I walked around like I imagine a bitch in heat does. Permanently, almost, aroused and hot.

Inevitably that led to me reverting to, what I thought of then as, the teenagers remedy. Doing it myself to myself. Yes making love to my own body in effect fucking myself. I adopted a sort of ritual for it that included, usually, picturing a scene in my head that involved me indulging in one of my fantasies. At the time I recall those as me being in a gang bang, being forced to have sex and lots of lesbian action. But more and more, although I swear it was totally unintentional, David featured somewhere in my masturbation. Often not until I was near or actually cumming but then with increasing frequency, I extremely vividly "saw" him to the point that on several occasions as the waves of orgasmic release poured over me I found myself saying out loud.

"Yes, yes David, fuck me, fuck me make me cum hard for you."

I was almost blushing at these thoughts as David said. 

"Black as usual Mandy?"

"Er, um, er, yes, yes thanks David," I replied taking the elegantly thin white mug he was handing to me.

"Come on I'll show the wonderful world of the Internet," he said, putting his arm round me loosely, urging me through the kitchen door before him. "Up the stairs to the right," he added gently pushing me, the feel of his hand in the small of my back making me slightly shudder.

As I walked up the stairs ahead of him I was acutely conscious of his eyes being on my bum. I was wearing, probably rather too, tight jeans and I knew that my bottom and hips swayed quite a lot and I wondered what he was thinking. "Did I," I thought, "exaggerate the movements?"

We walked along a landing passing what I assumed were bedroom doors but each were closed. I guessed there'd been an extension to the house at some time and that the upstairs part of that had been turned into his office. It was quite cramped with the desk and filing cabinets, a bit messy with piles of papers everywhere and at least four computer screens, a printer and other IT equipment.

He sat down at a keyboard and a screen lit up. He messed around with the keys as I stood beside him my hand resting on the back of his chair. His head was bent as he concentrated on typing some gobbledegook language that he later told me was DOS, what ever the hell that was? I could see his surprisingly long neck with his hair over the collar of the thickish denim shirt and for a mad moment I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through it.

I tried to take in what he was telling me about this new technology that now he mentioned it did ring bells for I recalled reading about and watching something on TV. It was all a bit difficult though and despite me feigning interest I think he soon realised it didn't really do me that much for me.

Turning and looking up at me and flashing one of his lovely smiles he said. "Well you just remember in a few years when this is changing your life where you saw it first."

"Yes sir," I replied jokingly my hand accidentally touching his shoulder as he turned. 

I moved it away as he stood up alongside me. We were close, very close, too close I suppose for two people forging a normal relationship. So close that my breasts were almost touching his chest and I could smell his aftershave that, guiltily I worked out, was Eternity, the same as my husband often wore. 




The Love Of My Life, A Tender Offer



We looked at each other. We held the other's gaze. Maybe I should have moved, maybe he could have stood up from the other side of his chair and not the one where I was cramped in between his desk and a filing cabinet, possibly we could have both done something that didn't put us in this position so close together. But we didn't. Just like the manner in which we'd adjusted the way we walked together, it just happened.

And it went on. It went on happening for which seemed ages. Time seemed to stand as still as David and I stood there looking at each other. Slowly, though, his hand reached up and rested on my arm mid-way between my elbow and shoulder. He was clearly struggling to say something. I could see that. I could see his lips start to open then close again. I could see it in his eyes, in the quizzical look on his face and the taughtness in his body. Not only could I see it I could feel it. The atmosphere between us as we stood in his house was heavy with expectation.

"Amanda……..," he started and then paused.

"Yes David," I replied in a whisper

We went silent again for a moment as I felt his fingers digging into my arm.

"Oh God I don't know, I'm so confused," he said, attractively huskily.

I started to say something.

"No Amanda don't," he whispered.

"Why David?"

Still we didn't move and I knew something had to happen for we couldn't just stay there.

"What is it? What do you want me to say?" I asked.

If anything he moved even closer as he said softly. "Amanda what would you say if I kissed you?"

"Oh David," I gushed not knowing what to say. Part of me was so scared and fearful of him doing that while another part was crying out for his lips to close around mine. I didn't know whether I wanted him or not. No that's not true I wanted him but was scared to admit that to me or to say it to him.

"I don't know," I mumbled dropping my gaze and looking down my body noting with some horror that my hardened nipples were most obviously making big bumps in my tight top. "I just don't know."

"I'm sorry." He whispered moving his hand away.

"There's no need to be," I replied placing my hand on his arm, adding as I again looked into his eyes, "no need whatsoever."

"You mean that er, well that it'd be ok?"

I gazed right into his eyes and smiled as I whispered very, very softly. "Yes David I think I'd like that."

The kiss was everything anyone could expect a first kiss between two would be lovers to be. Soft, tender, affectionate and loving. Slow, languid, relaxed and tentative. Thrilling, exciting, daunting and arousing. 

How long we kissed for I don't know. But as we got more into it so our arms went round each other and our hands stroked the others face and hair. Our lips moved against the other's lips and our tongues probed enquiringly at the other's tongue, teeth and lips. David sucked my lower lip and I gently bit on his. And still it went on. 

I was now pressed back against the tall filing cabinet and his body was touching, well more squashed against, mine from his lips to my toes. My breasts were squashed against his chest. My tummy was against his stomach, our thighs were pressed together and one of my feet was on top of his. And of course in the middle his erection was growing against me the base of it pressing right on my pubic mound.

"Oh God I have so wanted this to happen," he whispered as he pulled my long hair away from my ear and poked the tip of his tongue into it.

"Yes David so have I, so have I," I moaned at last recognising that I did indeed want this to happen. 

As those admissions of mutual attraction and desire for each other hit us both so our arms went tighter around the other and our kissing became stronger, deeper and more adventurous.

His mouth slid across my chin, under it and down the front of my throat as I flung my head backwards loving the sensation of his lips and tongue on me. I held his face, ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the crown of his head. I ran my hands up and down his slim but so firm back and felt his round me resting on and softly squeezing the swell of flesh where my bottom flares out from my waist. The atmosphere was becoming more and more erotic. The want in both of us seemed to be increasing for we were both sighing and softly moaning as at last we gave vent to pent up desires and needs we'd both kept hidden for so long.

I was back in his arms our mouths now in an unashamedly passionate way grinding together. I had one hand ruffling the hair on the back of his neck the other squeezing the top of his bottom near his hip. I was pressed back against the cabinet with his body moulded to mine his exciting erection pressing so suggestively into the softness of my stomach. I was wearing a tight, button up, sleeveless blouse I remember. It was thin and under it I was wearing a, for the times, a thin, very thin actually, bra. My pulsating hardened nipples were, as I'd noted earlier, making far too obvious impressions through both garments than decorum suggests.

I was primed, aroused, receptive and ready for him. I had accepted that I wanted him and was relieved that he wanted me as well. It seemed inevitable that we'd make love and every nerve end and sinew in my body was crying out for that. If they were crying one moment, the next, as he pressed his hardness right against my pubic mound and slithered it against me stimulating my clitoris they were screaming. And if they screamed then when his hand squeezed my breast they simply exploded.

I grunted and moaned softly with the beautiful combination of feelings. My hand round his neck pulled his lips tighter on mine while the other, confidently now, grabbed a handful of his bum urging him more firmly against my pussy. The buttons on my blouse came undone and I found my hand between us holding his length. It was then that something happened that even when we talked about it later we didn't understand. It was inconsistent with the strong petting we'd been doing. It contravened the what seemed inevitable continuation of our lovemaking. We stopped. Almost as one we discontinued. At the same time we both took pour hands away from the other and we stopped kissing.

"This just isn't right is it Mands?" He said softly.

I was confused but in many ways relieved. 

"No David it isn't I replied," as he moved back a pace or two leaving me leaning there my bra covered breasts uncovered, my cleavage on show, my vividly hardened nipples poking through the lace.

"I'm so sorry Mandy,"

"Yes David so am I," I replied feeling a little embarrassed standing there doing the buttons up on my blouse as he looked on. "But you're right," I added, "We shouldn't be doing this."

I left his home and climbed into the car where Brad was anxiously waiting for me. The final few minutes had been terribly embarrassing and for the first time since I'd met David we didn't know how to act and what to say to each other.

I didn't feel able or that it was appropriate to meet him for the walk the next day. I'd soul searched, pondered and had felt awful remorse and guilt all the previous day and was still experiencing that the next morning so I walked Brad in a different place, alone. 

I had this rotten combination of knowing it was wrong to have done what I had with another woman's husband. It was wrong for her, for Sarah, for Kevin and for me and what I believed in. I wasn't sure whether I'd led him on or not but blamed myself for having the coffees with him at the café and for accepting the invitation to his home. Sure he'd promoted both ideas, but then men do don't they. All it needs is for us girls to say no and any temptation disappears. I hadn't either said no or shown any reluctance so I assumed he'd thought I was up for anything as, for a time, I was. 

The other part of me, though, the woman as opposed to the mother and wife, thought a little differently. That couldn't get the feel of his lips and hands on me and the experience of holding his erection out its mind. That regretted him stopping.

I picked up the phone around lunchtime. Possibly the last voice in the world I expected to hear was David's for we'd never exchanged numbers.

"Mandy I'm sorry to call you, it's David." The familiar but surprising voice said immediately sending a tremor of anticipation and excitement through me.

"That's ok," I replied.

"I was worried when you didn't turn up this morning for the walk. I hope you don't mind me getting your number from directory enquiries?"

"Worried? No of course I don't mind David"

"Yes I thought maybe that what happened yesterday meant that you didn't want to see me again."

As he said that the mum and wife part of me wanted to agree but the woman part stopped that and I heard myself saying. "Sorry I didn't think, I just needed time David."

"So you still want to see me then?"

"Yes, yes I do." I whispered, half of me so wanting that, the half dreading it

It was warm the next day. As we'd agreed on the phone we met a little earlier just after nine. I was wearing shorts and a sleeveless golf shirt that, not being on the course, I could wear outside my shorts. And, when David got out of his Mercedes estate car I saw that he was also wearing shorts. He hurried over to where I was standing, smiling all the way.

"Hi," he said his eyes boring into mine just as they had in his house yesterday.

"Hello David."

"I'm so pleased you're here Amanda."

"And I'm pleased to be here," I replied as the two dogs bounded about around us.

We started walking both of us positively, I thought, avoiding the topic that was hanging so heavily between us. We talked of general topics for the length of the walk away from where we parked our cars and whilst we had coffee. It was only as we were passing through a fairly heavily wooded area a couple of hundred yards from the end that it came up, and how that happened I just have no idea.

Suddenly we were having one of those;

"I didn't know if you cared,"

"I've felt something for ages,"

types of conversation. That, inevitably I suppose, led onto.

"But knowing you were married,"

"I didn't want to cause problems," statements to each other. And then to,

"Yes I did enjoy Tuesday,"

"I didn't really want it to stop,"

"But it was the wrong time and the wrong place." 

That of course moved the conversation into the area where I think we both wanted it to go but were afraid to take it.

The,

"Yes I would do it again,"

"Yes I will to do it again," and 

"Yes I want to do it again right now," as once more I was in his arms and we were kissing quite furiously.

There wasn't the tentativeness this time. We didn't need to pose questions and or wait for invitations. We knew what we both wanted and this time we felt able to go for it right from the outset.

David pulled me further into the woods so that anyone passing by would be unlikely to see us. We sat on an up rooted tree and we kissed and kissed and kissed. The dogs lying beside us, for they were now tired, we kissed the way that lovers who are experienced with each other kiss. Confident and relaxed, assured and adventurous. 

Our hands behaved in a similar manner and it was after only a relatively short time that he was gently, at first, squeezing and caressing my breasts outside my golf shirt. I showed him no resistance whatsoever for he was doing precisely what I wanted him to do so, when I felt the tips of his fingers on the bare skin underneath the shirt just above my waist, I did nothing to deter him. Nothing at all to stop or divert him. Not one action, deed or word to stop him sliding his hand up inside my shirt and right onto my tits. And when he found them and started squeezing and rubbing them through the thin bra I felt my entire body responding to him. It seemed to explode with amazing sensations everywhere. As that happened there was nothing in the world that my befuddled by sexual arousal mind told my body I wanted more, than to be fucked by David right there and right then.

I hadn't had sex in an adventurous place for such a long time that even the possibility of someone walking past and seeing two bodies writhing around in sexual ecstasy didn't faze me.

So;

as he eased each boob out of its cup, 

as he rolled the shirt up, 

as he exposed my breasts to the open air and, more importantly, to his gaze,

as he stoked my bare flesh and squeezed my swollen nipples for the first time,

and as I undid his shirt and ran my hands over his lightly haired, firm and slender chest,

my mind was on just that one thing. Being fucked by him in the open air.

But of course we couldn't do that. Inevitably we stopped just soon enough. Like the two respectably married people we are we resisted the terrible temptation to make love there and then.

Laughing and making little jokes about it we acknowledged that we shouldn't, but we agreed we wanted to and, more to the point, that soon we would have sex. We would have it for we had to. As simple as that. We agreed that we had to have sex together. It was an essential thing for us to do.

As I readjusted my bra and top we stood up and I saw inside his thin trousers the wonderful bulge of his erection. I didn't say or do anything. We weren't sexually comfortable enough with each other yet for me to offer him a quick blow or hand job. Although a large part of me wanted to feel him, to remove his trousers, to see, my soon to be lover naked and rampant for me. 

"Hmmm," he smiled looking down at it, "we'd better take our time getting out of these woods."

As we walked I opened up the topic of his wife and family.

"Look Mandy I don't know where we're going with this, I don't what'll happen to us and how long anything will last." David replied a little oddly I thought my heart missing a beat when I thought, "maybe he'll stop it now."

He went on. "I've never done anything like this, I've never been unfaithful to my wife and quite frankly, I've never really strongly wanted to."

I looked at him rather quizzically I suspect as I said, genuinely enquiring of him. "But you do now?"

His arms around me, his opened lips on mine and his tongue deep in my mouth was answer enough really. But as the wonderful words he used,

the

"I've never desired a woman so much as I so utterly desire you."

and,

"I've thought of little else than making love to you for weeks Mandy,"

crashed into my mind giving me all the extra assurance I didn't really even need but so adored having.

He went on.

"But I think we need to agree one thing Mandy."

"And what's that?" I asked now confident that he wasn't trying to end things before they'd hardly begun.

"I think we should try to avoid talking about our families don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do," I replied both relieved that was all he was going to say but also agreeing with him.

We reached the cars and stood there for a while.

"So Mandy what do we do now?"

"I don't know," I replied moving slightly closer to him and brushing a lock of hair away that had, attractively tumbled down his forehead. "I've never done anything like this before either you know."

"No, no of course you haven't. Forgive me I shouldn't have asked that."

"Don't be silly, that's ok," I whispered, glancing around the small car park surrounded by trees and seeing no one kissed him softly on the lips. "You don't need forgiveness for anything."

A smile on his ruggedly handsome face he said as he cupped my breast.

"Not even for doing this?"

I smiled back, "Especially not for doing that," as I pressed myself against him.

"Or," he went on gently stroking my nipple, "suggesting we need to make love."

"No David nor for that even though," I hesitated before going on, "it is such a big step isn't it?"

"Yes love it is. And I sometimes wonder," he said hesitantly whether we'll be brave or silly enough to take that step. Do you know what I mean?"

As he said that with such plain sincerity and honesty on his face I think the last resistance to me falling in love with him simply faded away although it was some time before I could admit that to myself let alone him. I slid into his arms and loved the feeling of them closing round me. He was so strong and made me feel so safe and comfortable.

"Yes darling," I whispered my mouth pressed against his chest thus muffling what I said. "I know exactly what you mean. It's terrible isn't it?

And that was the theme of our thinking and our relationship over the next ten days or so.

I was totally torn. Emotionally bisected. I had some of the most exciting moments and anguishing times I've ever experienced. When I was with David I wanted him so badly and I would have done anything he asked of me. When alone I visualised us together, firstly just naked, then making love and then on my more flights of fancy, living together. But when I was with Kevin and Sarah reality clicked in and deep down I felt there was no future and if that was the case should there be a present I wondered? If longer term we were bound to fail then why break my vows, why cheat and lie and why be unfaithful to all I'd held dear for so long? But almost as soon as I posed that question in my mind my body interrupted the logical thought patterns with a powerful answer.

"Because you need a good fucking by a man you love as opposed to one you're becoming to loathe! It advised me, probably correctly.

I, and so he told me, he as well, varied from.

Thinking , "this has to stop."

To David undoing my bra and me taking it off.

From. "We mustn't go further."

To me holding his erection inside his opened trousers and him running his fingers around and inside my pussy.

From "We really should end it."

To us coming so near to making full love on two occasions. 

Once when I sat on his lap facing him and he undid my top and unclipped my bra and I got his erection out. It was pressing right against my panties. Right against my soaked pussy lips inside them. He pulled the material aside and touched me there and I nearly climaxed. I pressed his hard cock against my clit and we both knew we were so close but somehow we stopped. 

The next day though I was leaning back against a tree deeper in the woods. I'd taken my bra off and his hands had pushed the skirt I'd purposefully worn right up round my waist. His trousers were also undone and I'd been stroking his erection. It would have bees so easy, so simple and I think we probably would have finalised this conflicting inevitability had not been for us hearing the dogs bark warning us of someone approaching.

That short period of nearly "doing it" got harder to take when we were apart but more amazingly exciting when together. Looking back I'm, in some ways pleased we didn't' rush into full sex for that week or so of that heavy petting in those woods was so exciting that I shall treasure it for the rest of my life.

It was teaming down. One of those torrents that you just know is going on all day. There was no way we could walk the dogs but we met in any case. 

"Follow me," he smiled from his car to mine. 

We went deeper into the forest down ever narrower lanes until we reached a dead end in a clearing. I followed him across to the furthest corner that was slightly hidden from the rest of the clearing by the way the trees hung down. David got out mouthing to me through the noise of the rain on the leaves to stay where I was. He undid the tailgate of my Volvo estate and took Brad out and put him in his car. He then got into the back of mine throwing his waterproof over the back of the seat.

"Is madam gonna climb over or walk round?" he asked laughing.

It was there in the back of my car, in a clearing in a forest, with the rain pouring down where all my vows and beliefs went out the window. There where I was unfaithful and committed adultery for the first time. There where the full sexual side of our affair started for it was there in that car in that forest that David fucked me for the first time.




The Love Of My Life, A Tender Offer



It wasn't, though, as it should have been, not as I'd envisaged it. No having sex for the first time outside my marriage shouldn't have been like that. And afterwards as I sat there crying my heart out as David tried to console me, we agreed it had been a disaster.

"Perhaps that's fate telling us something," I sobbed as I sat there naked above the waist my breasts jiggling as I cried.

"No darling," he said stroking and caressing me.

It had started going wrong when we'd laid back into the corner of the seat. It wasn't comfortable, there didn't seem to be enough room but we were both so aroused it hadn't mattered at first. As we kissed and cuddled so we'd started to undress each other and that also wasn't easy. Nothing seemed to go smoothly and continually he was apologising for hurting me or I was moving around adjusting my position. My blouse was open, my bra was under the front seat and my skirt, that again I'd worn exactly for this reason, was around my waist. For the first time David started to take my panties down and for some reason I panicked a bit.

"What if anyone comes," I said.

"Well darling I'm rather hoping we both do that he replied a little insensitively," tugging on the white satin panties that were now half way down my thighs. I lay there, as he undid his jeans and pushed them down, as good as naked with just the bundled up skirt around my waist and tummy providing any cover for my body. 

It wasn't how I wanted my lover to gaze upon my nude, well almost, body for the first time. It wasn't the place where I wanted us to consummate our affair and it wasn't the time for us to do that. Not in mid morning in the back of car in car-park in a rainstorm. It was altogether too uncomfortable, too dangerous, too rushed and, really, overall too sordid for this very special event. 

I wasn't relaxed. Although aroused when we started and we kissed and he caressed my breasts and ran his hand up my bare legs I didn't feel as I normally did when about to have sex. There wasn't the powerful feelings, the irritation around my pussy, the heat flowing out from that and the heaviness in my breasts. I guess I may have been physically aroused but for the above reasons I wasn't fully tuned in that way emotionally.

But we tried to do it. My knickers did come off and joined my bra under the seat. David's jeans and boxers were pushed down right to beneath his knees and he did lie between my awkwardly opened legs. My breasts were crushed against his chest but, due to the situation, that was covered in a shirt and a sweater so I didn't feel his skin against mine. We held each other and as he pressed his hardness against me and I felt the tip of his penis nuzzling against my lips I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

"Yes David, yes."

He pulled away and fumbling in his pockets eventually found a condom that due to the cramped position he struggled to open and put on. At last it was on though and he was again pressing the bulbous head right against my lips.

I knew, though, that something was wrong and so did he. It wasn't just that he was trying to enter me from the wrong angle but also, amazingly, I wasn't wet. As much as he pressed, so my dryness resisted his entrance and my body tightened up even more. And as much as he was denied penetration so his mind began to panic and his hardness reduced.

A few weeks later we were able to laugh at how, with our first real sex, I dried up and he couldn't keep it up. But in the back of my car that morning it was far from a laughing matter. 

It's a very difficult subject to confront isn't it? It's not easy to talk about sexual failure especially sitting in the back of a car our clothes in disarray. It's hard to debate a woman not becoming lubricated or a man losing his erection for both can imply a lack of fancying of the other person. Or in our cases perhaps, guilt, fear or trepidation.

"I'm sure it'll be ok," he said encouragingly as we both struggled back into our clothing.

"I know David but maybe someone's telling us something, maybe it's fate warning us advising us saying don't do it?

"Mands if you really believe that and feel it's best not to then we won't. But," he went on quietly his soft fingertips gliding across my still inflamed breasts sending shivers of strong desire through me, "I don't really think you do." He took my chin in his fingers and turning my face so it was looking at him asked. "Do you?"

"No." I whispered looking away for I didn't want him for some reason to see the lust and desire that was probably showing in my eyes. "But, er, um, oh I don't know," I sighed burying my face in my hands.

And there was a lot more of er and um over the next few days when we walked the dogs. The weather wasn't very nice so we stopped the coffee and took to going to that car park instead. Again putting the dogs in one car we'd get in the other and we'd kiss and cuddle. Well more than kiss and cuddle for now under the front seat had the regular visit of my bra and often my panties as well. For now we were becoming more and more comfortable in doing everything except having full penetrative sex. For now David made me cum every day and sometimes two or three times. For now I was regularly taking his erection from his jeans and for now I was also masturbating him. Full sex was becoming an inevitability.

But it wasn't with David that I next had sex. Well not physically. It may have been emotionally that I received him into my body but the physical intruder wasn't David but my husband Kevin. It was so ironic I thought as he fucked me that very night that earlier in the day I'd come so near to being fucked by another man. As Kevin thrust in and out of me I recall thinking. 

"God I'm so wet for him, a man I'm starting to hate, yet for one I'm falling in love with I was as dry as a bone."

Most nights before going to bed I sit in front of my dressing table to brush my hair and finish removing my make up. Sometimes I wear a dressing gown, often, particularly when Kevin and I were getting on well, I would be naked but that night I was just wearing my panties. I remember they were light blue. I also remember they weren't the ones that had earlier been under the seat of my car. Kevin was in bed reading and watching the news. 

Suddenly he got out and without a word came up behind me, kissed the back of my head, put his arms around me, grabbed my breasts and pressed his evident erection against my back.

"What are you doing?" I asked sounding surprised and shocked maybe because my mind with regards to sex was now focused totally on one man and that wasn't Kevin.

"Trying to have sex with the most ravishing woman I know," he replied rather smarmingly.

"Well maybe she doesn't feel like it?" I responded.

"Well maybe this'll help her feel a little more like it," he went on stroking and pinching my nipples with one hand in just the way he knew I liked it as he slid the other down between my legs.

The combination of his erection pressing into me, his hands on my breasts and pussy and the thoughts of what David and I had so nearly done and, indeed, what we had done earlier today, got to me. I didn't want them to and I tried to stop them but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I just couldn't stop myself responding to my husband although as I did it was David's hands that were on my body, his lips on mine and his cock in my hand.

In my mind, in my wishful imaginations it was David that pulled me up and pushed me towards the bed. It was him that kissed and caressed me and it was his hardness that I stroked and rubbed. 

And as Kevin turned me over saying. "I want you this way," it was David's erection that momentarily pressed right against the entrance to my anus. I panicked for a moment thinking that Kevin was going to force his way in there but he didn't. He knew that I wouldn't want that and that I have a slight distaste for anal penetration, well at least by a penis, so he slid past that place and was quickly inside me.

"My my, madam is wet, you must have wanted it, or me very badly," he said as he pushed his way right up me until I could feel his pubes against my bottom and his balls against my thighs.

Then to my consternation, amazement and remorse he fucked me to an enormous and incredibly satisfying double orgasm.

I felt terrible the next day. It was as though I'd been unfaithful to David. Even though neither of us had discussed sex with our partners I sort of felt that we wouldn't be having it with them. I felt that I should have been able to resist my husband and keep myself "pure and clean" for my lover, if that makes any sense. In effect my rather convoluted logic was saying.

"Don't give your husband his conjugal rights while you're considering being unfaithful to him by committing adultery with your lover."

Also in some ways I, rather desperately at times, wanted to ask David whether he still had sex with Fiona but, fearing the answer and him asking the "do you and him" question, I thought that some things are best left unsaid

"Mandy would you consider," David asked a week or so after the abortive session in my car. "A hotel one afternoon?"

It's odd but until he mentioned it, it occurred to me that a couple could take a hotel room for a few hours. Silly I know but totally true. And when David explained that you could settle your bill with the express check out from your TV so no one knew what time you left and you avoided the embarrassment of seeing a check out clerk it sounded perfect and was of course the obvious answer to our dilemma. The logical solution to our problem. The appropriate way to achieve our objective of having sex in nice surroundings and not our own homes. 

We set the date a couple of days later and I announced to Sarah that I'd be at a meeting in town and wouldn't be home when she got back from school. I told Kevin that the meeting might go on and could involve drinks and maybe even dinner for the agency was introducing me to a new client. I'd just started back to work for I found doing nothing both boring and mind numbing so I'd gone back to my earliest trade copywriting for an ad agency. 

It was on a freelance basis so that meant I could pretty much work when I wanted and apart from the occasional meeting I could work from home, This was much more convenient for looking after Sarah, walking the dog and, of course, for having an affair. And that was what I considered I'd been doing for some time even though it hadn't yet been fully consummated. In my mind that was not relevant or pertinent. I'd been both emotionally and physically unfaithful by letting David be so intimate with me and by me wanting so much to be with him. I was rejecting my husband more and more even though that night after my near shag in the car the orgasms he, or was it the thought of David, gave me did raise even more concerns and conflicts in my mind about just how crazy and complicated my life was becoming.

It became even more complicated after the next Wednesday, the day we'd agreed to go to the hotel. The day we'd agreed to have lunch together. The day we'd both made excuses to our partners so we could spend most of the day together. Yes the day we spent some seven hours in bed making the most delicious and comprehensive love together. The day that David and I became lovers and the day we both were unfaithful for the first, and second and third times as well actually, to our respective spouses.

I was acutely conscious as I travelled up to London on the Central Line that I was wearing stockings and suspenders. The short, tightness of the black, crepe dress reminded me of that with almost every step I'd taken walking from the cab to the tube train and with every movement I made as I sat on the bench seat for the forty minute ride to Holborn. I wasn't used to wearing stockings and suspenders. Although I'd hitched them up as high as I could I was aware that if the skirt rode up a little then a bit of my stocking tops would show and if I moved suddenly causing the skirt to ride up further then all of them would be exposed. I like to sit with one leg crossed over the other but that was impossible so it was quite an uncomfortable journey sitting with my knees pressed together. Even like that the hem of the skirt was dangerously some four or five inches above my knees and, due to the thin, clingy material, there were suggestive lumps on each thigh where the small buckles of the suspenders made indentations.

I'd decided not to change onto the Piccadilly Line at Holborn but instead to get a cab to Park Lane where I was meeting David. Walking along the platforms and going up the long escalator I don't think I was kidding myself when I thought I could feel men's eyes on me most of the time. I suppose I was a little overdressed to most late morning tube travellers. The black dress was tight, it was fairly short and it was sleeveless. Although it was June I was wearing what men may have conjectured were tights or stockings. I was wearing strappy shoes with high heels and carrying one of those small handbags with a pair of long chains to go over my shoulder. My hair had been expensively made to look as though I'd been pulled through a hedge backwards and I was wearing full make up. I felt good and hoped I looked good and deep down wondered if others thought. 

"I bet she's meeting her lover!"

I felt nervous walking into the bar of the luxurious Inn on the Park. I always feel a little jittery when entering a bar or restaurant alone. I feel people staring and that makes me ill at ease. But today I didn't feel just a little jittery I was almost shaking with nerves as I, panicking a little, hurriedly scanned the room for David. 

In the cab from Holborn I'd had doubts. Both as to whether I should go through with it and as to if he would. Would he at the last moment have a change of heart, lose his nerve, decide to stay faithful? Would I really be able to carry it off? What would it be like as we ate lunch, as we went to the room, as we undressed and as we made love? Would his and my concerns and guilt over what we were doing get the better of us and prevent us going further? Would it, I thought my heart dropping seemingly into my shoes, be like the time in the car?

We'd agreed that he'd book a room and that we'd have lunch. We'd also agreed that at the end of lunch we'd decide if were actually going to go to the room.

"There mustn't be any pressure," David had said as I lay in his arms in the back of his car my bare breasts in his hands as we'd made the arrangements. "It has to be Mands, because you really want to. Because your heart, body and mind are all comfortable about it," he'd gone on.

"David," I said fairly sharply, "the way you're making my mind, body and heart feel at the moment I could do it now."

"No darling, we mustn't." He'd retorted as he slid his hand right up my leg and onto my bare pussy saying, "must we?" posing a question.

His smile from the table in a corner by a window overlooking Hyde Park sent a shiver of expectancy through me and at the same time reassured me. I walked across to him and felt wonderful as he slid his arm lightly around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. Such a simple gesture but one that most of the time is taboo for those engaged in an affair.

He ordered the drinks and we chatted rather nervously and hesitantly. Despite that the mere fact of being together as a couple in public was marvellous. Smiling knowingly at each other, touching hands or arms, trailing fingertips across the back of the others wrist. Simple gestures but, in this our first real taste of being a couple, so meaningful and wonderful

Lunch passed by in a fog of indecision.

As we ordered I felt that things were going wrong. We couldn't recreate the normal chatty, relaxed and gregarious mood of the dog walking. During the starter I felt a little better but David seemed to be quieter than normal and, rather worryingly, kept glancing around the room just in case, I assumed, someone he knew might be there. That brought home the dangers to me and I too started looking around in case a business colleague of Kevin's entered.

As the lovely wine did it's magic with the lamb main course I did relax a little. I pressed back against his foot under the table and as the waiter cleared the table I felt able to unashamedly let him hold my hand in public for the first time.

But still nothing was said or hinted at by either of us as to what was to happen after the meal. The bedroom or back on the tube!!!

"Just coffee, for me please," I replied.

"Maybe a brandy or something," David suggested.

"No I don't think so, I've had rather a lot of wine."

Leaning forward and placing his mouth quite close to my ear as he squeezed my hand he said.

"Well we can always order it from the room can't we? Shall we go?"

It hit me then. The full enormity struck me. All that he and I had done in those woods and in our cars overwhelmed me. I had a moment of panic as the thought of committing adultery came into my mind. A huge doubt and a major degree of concern flooded my brain as the image of having sex with another woman's lifetime partner came into it. But feeling his hand squeezing mine and looking up and seeing the sheer look of love in his eyes told me finally that it was the right thing for us to do and it was something we simply had to do.

I leaned over to him and whispered.

"Yes David please take me there and make love to me right now."

It was the perfect room for the start of an affair. Big, bright and beautiful with views across Park Lane to Hyde Park it was the perfect accompaniment to the meal, our circumstances and our desires and the most wonderful contradiction to the sordid fumblings we'd had in the woods and in our cars.

"Oh David it's beautiful," I whispered as we glided into each others arms.

We were both tense with expectancy but relaxed with the confidence that we'd both now made the "ungoable" back commitment to fully consummate our affair. My body was tingling with the anticipation of so many things. 

I wanted to be naked against David. 

I wanted to feel my bare breasts against his nicely hairy, firm and fit tanned chest. 

I wanted his hands to roam uninhibitedly over my body visiting any place he wished and giving any stimulation he wanted to any part of me.

I wanted to hold his erection, feel its warmth, strength, heat and press its hardness against me. 

I wanted us to make oral love to each other individually and together.

But most of all I wanted David inside me. Every sinew in my body, every thought in my mind and every nerve end throughout me was attuned to that one thing. Him accepting the invitation I would extend to him to make full, complete and total love to me.

Our mouths pressed together as we stood in the centre of the ludicrously, really, central London bedroom, I felt him growing against my tummy until he was hard and fully erect. He pushed forward and I squirmed back in that sort of pre fuck dance of such erotic promise.

I felt him undoing the zip on the back of my dress and sliding it down. He pushed the arms and I shrugged my shoulders so that the top of it slid off me and started to slither down my body. We parted slightly to allow the dress to complete its journey to lie in a black pool around my feet on the floor. I felt so good. I felt wanton and wanted, lusted for and loved, needed and nurtured and so many other marvellously exciting and enticing things as well. 

Being semi-naked or in my underwear with a fully dressed man is quite a turn on for me but I am a believer in democracy in the bedroom. Although by no means being dominating or having the need to always direct and control proceedings I do need to play an equal part in everything. And that's both in the build up and the actual act itself. I feel fully franchised to do so and I gain the most pleasure when it really is very two way.




The Love Of My Life, A Tender Offer



"Just stand there a moment," I whispered easing myself out of his arms. Let me undress you?"

"Oh God Mandy," he moaned as he saw clearly for the first time what I was wearing. The strappy high heeled shoes and black stockings. The black silk thong. The lacy, slightly too tight suspender belt and the completely see through, black net bra that had the added feature, that had driven Kevin wild the first time I'd worn one like it, of having the clasp nestling suggestively in my cleavage at the front. So much easier for men to undo I always think.

Feeling so full of love for him and lusting so much for his body I started to undo the buttons on his shirt as I planted little kisses all over his face. The shirt undone I pushed the collar and the shirtsleeves down so that he was held as if in a straight-jacket. Kissing him full on the lips and pressing my breasts against his bare chest I snarled.

"At last I've got you where I want you. Trussed up and powerless."

Smiling he replied.

"Then do with me what you will."

"Oh baby," I whimpered. "I will, I will."

"And what do you want to do Mands?" He asked thrusting his wonderfully hard but unfortunately still hidden erection right against my pubic mound the shape and size of which were accentuated by the black material clinging to it like a second skin.

"You know that. You know what I want."

"Tell me, tell me I want to hear you say it."

"I want us to make love."

"Yes but more, say more," he said as his somewhat restricted hands met mine on his belt and zip.

"How, why, what do you mean?" I stammered as between us we slid his trousers and boxers off. David as discretely as he could rummaged his black socks off so that he stood before me naked apart from his shirt that was draped from his arms.

Now if being naked or half undressed when my lover is still dressed is a turn on for me the reverse I find even more stimulating. So with my soon to be lover in my arms naked and me in my underwear I felt amazingly wanton and incredibly turned on. Is it a power thing, maybe a touch of exhibitionism or possibly just teasing? I don't know but I felt marvellous, relaxed, confident, assured, ready and so fucking horny that I said out loud.

"I want you to fuck me David."

As in that film with Tom Cruise, Gerry Malone, he said. "Louder."

And with the silliness of aroused lovers I almost shouted.

"I want you to fuck me." 

"Yes," he joined in as loud as me. "I want to fuck you Mandy and I'm going to fuck you."

And fuck me he did. And fuck him I did and together we fucked and fucked and fucked that early summer afternoon and evening away.

"Lay on the bed darling," I murmured standing beside it with one knee resting on it as I leered at his gorgeously naked and magnificently rampant body. He really did look fantastic. Of course I'd seen his body many times but I'd never seen all of it at the same time. People that have affairs and are forced to use cars or woods for their lovemaking rarely have the luxury of total nudity. But when in the peace and luxury of a hotel room they do have that luxury and I now had the opportunity to ogle at just what I'd been missing.

David was over six feet and had a lean, athletic looking body with nicely defined but not overly bulky muscles. He had a slight tan having had a week in Egypt with his wife and kids at Easter and where he'd worn his shorts there were strips of white that looked slightly ridiculous really. He has long, slender legs, long distance runners legs not those of a sprinter. A fair sprinkle of hairs stretch down his tuned chest and over his very flat tummy to sprout out into a nice mass of light brown pubic hair. Bursting out of that upwards was his cock that I can only describe as being beautiful. It wasn't overly long or thick but just right. It was pleasantly pink and not verging on the almost brown of some men. He wasn't circumcised so he had the space ship shape with the tip of it tapering to almost a point where the ruffled edge of his foreskin was strained against the bulbous purple of his gland. Hanging downward, lying on his slightly opened thighs were his balls. From my, fairly limited, experience I felt he had a large scrotum. It stretched downward some way and seemed full and bloated. I could just imagine cupping it and feeling his balls in my hands. I adore that feeling. The feel of a man's balls in my hands. Rolling them around and gently and carefully squeezing them. Kissing them, licking them and then slowly sucking one then the other and perhaps then both into my mouth. I sometimes wonder if the buzz and pleasure men get from our breasts is similar to what we get from their balls?

Wordlessly looking at each other we prepared to make love. To go all the way in the breaking of our marriage commitments. To finalise our sexual unfaithfulness to our longer term partners the mother and the father of our children. 

As David lay there naked his fingertips resting on and slowly stroking his cock and as my, slightly shaking, fingers fumbled with the front fastener of my bra so all those thoughts once more went through me as I imagined they did him as well. But this time there was nothing sordid about it. This time it didn't feel wrong. This time we weren't fumbling guiltily in the back of a car but were instead in the palatial luxury of one of London's top hotels. This time everything felt perfect.

I undid the clasp and more slowly than was really necessary I rolled the net cups of the bra off each orb and away from me so that my blood-red, tipped breasts were bared for my lover. 

"Oh Mandy they look fabulous," he sighed rolling across the bed and reaching out for me.

"Oh no not yet baby," I smiled rolling my boobs together loving both the feel of that and the look of almost adoration on his face. 

He'd told me many times that he was an unabashed tit man and it was those that had physically been the strongest initial appeal of me to him. I'd asked about his wife who he'd said had been around 34 C all of their marriage so he was well experienced and quite adept at "boobplay," unlike men with flat-chested wives seem to be, or so I'm told!!

"Just lay there and wait for me David," I went on dropping the bra on the floor and slipping my fingers inside the waist elastic of the thong. "Off or on?" I smiled raising my eyebrow.

"Leave it on so I can either rip it from you or remove it with my teeth."

"Now now. I didn't bring a change of underwear and I don't fancy the Central Line at night with no knickers on."

"Ah well next time," he joked as I, feeling totally relaxed and completely unselfconscious, yet hugely aroused, slid my panties off so that to all intents and purposes I was naked before the man I was rapidly falling in love with.

Things moved faster after that. One super exciting event took place and unfolded rapidly into another with more pace. The time for a slow, gentle and languid build up had passed. It was long gone and what was needed now was an enthusiastic and energetic coupling. A fairly quick consummation of our love affair. All the longing and pent up desire, the anticipation and expectancy of this moment exploded simultaneously in both of us.

I was on the bed in his arms. His hands were on my breasts and all over my body. Mine stroked his chest, fondled the cheeks of his magnificent arse and grasped his pulsating erection that I now so desperately wanted to have inside me. David sucked my breasts and bit tantalisingly so perfectly on my swollen, aching nipples as his fingers circled my clitoris and ran round my soaked lips.

We both knew that the moment was near. Our bodies and minds told us that and had been tuned into it. Slowly he rolled me onto my back. Gently he lay on top of me the pressure of his legs urging mine apart. He eased himself into that wonderfully erotic position where his erection was pressed firmly against my pubic bone and the slightest movement sent the most exquisite sensations through me. And like the considerate and adept lover he was he made frequent such movements.

"Make love to me now David," I sighed as he raised himself up and rested on one elbow his other hand producing a condom still in its packet.

"No my darling, not with that. I want to feel you, I want you inside me naked and bare."

"Oh Mandy yes," he said sounding so grateful.

And then with a shrug of his body he was between my thighs, the tip, of his cock was nuzzling against me as we kissed and roamed our hands over the other's body.

I could feel my lips opening for him. I could feel my body opening and my mind expanding as if his cock was an LSD tablet as slowly he eased himself between them. 

"Now, now," I moaned already in the early stages of an orgasm.

"What do you want me to do darling," he teased.

"Make love to me."

"Oh God Mandy, I've so wanted to hear those words at a time when I could do just that."

"And I've so wanted to say them to you David," I moaned as again our opened mouths met in a deep and so passionate kiss.

Can there be anything more erotic and sexy for a woman than to be in her lover's arms, with her hands running up and down his back and onto his bum as they kiss and as he starts to slide his erection into her? If there is then I haven't found it, but I did find that most erotic and sexy experience in that hotel room lying on the huge double bed with David.

Slowly at first. So wonderfully slowly he edged the bulbous uncircumcised knob end of his penis into me. My lips opened so easily and so welcomingly for him. They wrapped themselves around him. Cosseting and cuddling him they urged him to go further. And David knew exactly how far and how fast he should go. Smooth as silk he slid himself into me giving me such wondrous sensations as inch by inch he filled me. Filled me it felt to overflowing although, in all truthfulness, he wasn't that large, just superbly average I smiled as I revelled in the feelings he was causing. 

Feelings that were both emotional and physical. But for me, thankfully, the emotions I experienced as his erection probed to its deepest inside me, did not include, guilt or doubt, remorse or concerns as I'd dreaded they might when I'd pictured this scene in my mind so many times since we'd agreed on the hotel venue. No the emotions I felt, were excitement, anticipation, relief, that at last we were doing it, desire for more and one other. The one that in many ways I most dreaded. The one that I knew would be the most difficult to come to terms with and the hardest to handle. Yes, as David's tongue plunged as deeply, it seemed, into my widely opened mouth as his cock was up my cunt my mind and heart were becoming overwhelmed with love for him. I knew that as the insides of my vagina revelled in the sensations he was causing the last vestiges of my resistance to falling in love with him simply fell apart.

"Oh God, yes David, yes, yes, yes," I moaned my head rolling from side to side.

"This is fantastic darling," he grunted now starting to pump himself in and out of me. 

He was superb. Long, slow, deep thrusts. Surges into me that pressed the hilt of his penis firmly against my clitoris then slithering outwards until only the bulbous end was in me. In and out. Up and down and back and forth. All the time we were kissing and whimpering remarks to each other. All the time we were adding to our pleasures by using our hands. All the time we caressed each other and all the time we squirmed our bodies together. 

But all the time makes it sound a long time. And it may well have been, although after we finished I realised it had been less than ten minutes between me taking my panties off and my orgasm subsiding after we'd made such wondrous love. What a ten minutes that was though. They really were ten minutes that changed our lives. It was a bit like being in a fog of intense feelings, a dream or being hypnotised. It was a bit like smoking a joint for the first time or being nearly drunk. And I suppose in a way I was drunk. Not on alcohol but on sex and love.

"Mandy I'm starting," he said considerately and with a worried tone to his voice.

"Yes David cum," I stammered back finding it hard to breath let alone talk so extreme were the sensations from my orgasm. "I am as well."

And truly, the bells did ring out, the orchestra did play, probably the 1812 overture or the Bolero, the fireworks exploded and the earth most certainly did move for us both. It was psychedelic, mesmeric and absolutely fucking brilliant as he thrust himself in and out of me quickly and forcibly several times. And then ramrod stiff and straight he held his cock in me as far as it would go and with a series of really deep moans and grunts he came. The explosion of his feelings and the spurting of his cum into me coincided with the top of my head being blown off and my tits exploding with the pressure transmitted to them from my clitoris that had grown to what seemed inches long.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, darling," I groaned licking and kissing has face.

"No don't say that, don't say thank you it should me saying that," he retorted licking my neck and chest and breasts before his head fell onto my shoulder.

We lay like that for ages. His cock slowly deflated and slid almost out of me but still he didn't move and still we remained in each others arms occasionally giving the other small kisses or gentle caresses. It was as near perfection as sex can be I thought as he lifted his face up and looked me directly in the eye holding my head in his hands.

"Mandy, I feel oh I don't know," he whispered softly.

"Oh David I know," I replied perhaps somewhat ambitiously. "I know darling."

"Do you Mandy, do you really feel the same."

"Yes darling," I smiled lovingly kissing his lips as I whispered. "David I think I've fallen in love with you."

He almost laughed as he sighed back. "Oh Mandy yes, yes, so have I."

"Not with yourself," I replied joining in the laughter with him. "But having said that you deserve to when you make love like that darling," I went on kissing him and pressing my pubic mound against his now flaccid penis.

We kissed again deeply and lovingly sort of rejoicing in the fact that we'd now revealed our innermost thoughts to the other. We chatted about the things that I guess are normal with two people who've just declared their love for each other, "I didn't know if you felt the same?" sort of conversations. At last he rolled off me and we laid side by side unashamedly naked our arms round each other as we relaxed and became very at ease with the situation. All other considerations seemed to vanish. Nothing outside this room, well not even that, the bed really, seemed to matter. The bed was our world. Our domain, our natural habitat as both of us cast everything else to one side. 

All the worries about committing adultery and being unfaithful seemed to pall into insignificance when compared to the fact that we loved each other.

All the doubts and concerns, the "should we or shouldn't we's?" had been answered in such a powerful fashion by the sheer intensity of the orgasm we'd shared.

We laughed and joked about how wonderful it was carefully, though, not touching on the future. Now wasn't the time for that. Now was the time for now, not then. Now was for us not for thinking of others. Now was for our bodies and enjoying them. Now was for us to take our lovemaking onto the inevitable new heights we both wanted.

And we did.

We showered together making the most exquisite and tender but, as always when in water, exciting love imaginable.

We had room service with me hiding embarrassed in the bathroom when the waiter delivered the trays. He must, I thought, have smelled sex in the room but of course he said nothing pocketing the fiver David gave him with the ease and speed of a professional at being in embarrassing situations.

Dressed in the wonderful, fluffy, white robes supplied by the hotel we sat around drinking tea and nibbling on the sandwiches and bit and bobs they'd sent up as their afternoon snack. We'd ordered wine but we were both loath to drink too much for as I put my watch back on after showering I saw that it was still only five thirty and realised with an eager shudder that we could be in this room for at least another four hours and we didn't want to spoil the lovemaking by having too much booze did we?

It was all highly romantic. It was tender loving and very, very erotic. And with no doubt whatsoever it was more than sex. Much, much more.

I guess that other than when one or the other of us went to the toilet we were touching from when that food was delivered until eventually, some three and a half hours later, we dressed and left the room. It seemed so necessary and important for that to be happening. It might simply be my leg draped over his or him holding my hand. My fingers on his neck or his rustling my hair. Us holding hands or softly caressing the others arm, fingers or legs where the gowns fell open. And of course lounging around on the big overstuffed sofa listening to Beethoven, Bach and Mozart on the sound system so thoughtfully supplied by the hotel, we'd kiss. As the touching and caressing grew in intensity so our mouths would meet and we'd exchange long tender kisses. Nibbling, licking, biting and exchanging little kisses we'd enjoy each other as we waited for David to feel comfortable enough to start making love again.

He was lying back on the sofa. I had one arm around his shoulders my elbow resting on the top of the big cushion he was leaning against. I was turned so that I was half facing him. His hand was in my hair stroking and now and then gently pulling it. My other hand was stroking his face as we exchanged little kisses, endearing comments and lots of smiles. I let my hand run down from his face onto his chest and slid it under the gown. I rubbed his breasts and pinched his nipples fairly hard. I knew he liked that. 

I was becoming aroused. I needed him again. I wanted it. I had to have him I was realising as the intensity of our kiss increased. My hand slid further down him and I felt his tugging at the collar of the loose robe trying to pull it off my shoulder and down my arm. I wiggled to help him get it off me so my breasts were bared for him as I slipped my hand further down and onto his penis that was now showing signs of recovering.

At the time David was in his early forties and his recovery powers may well have been waning a little, but then he had cum twice I realised as I stroked his softness. We kissed as his hands fumbled around my body that I turned so that I made my boobs easier for him to caress in the rather uncomfortable positions we were in.

"Mmmm," he sighed, stroking me and softly kissing my nipples.

"That's lovely darling," I whispered rolling my head backwards and thus slightly thrusting my breasts at him as I ran my hand over his genitals. His erection was starting but it was slow. "Is that nice David? I asked.

"Oh yes Mandy, yes it's wonderful."

"But my darling," I said looking right into his eye, "I think you may need a little more help, mightn't you?"

His eyes sparkling a bit he replied.

"How? What do you mean?"

I didn't speak but instead acted. I said nothing but moved in a way that spoke volumes. I didn't explain but simply demonstrated what I meant by slithering downwards and off the sofa. I made my intentions very clear by kneeling between his opened legs. I didn't tell David what I meant by "you may need a little more help," but I showed him what that help would be by holding his semi-hardness in my hands and running my tongue along the length of his cock. No, words weren't necessary or possible come to that, for then I slid the hardening flesh into my mouth and for the first time began to make oral love to David.

It really must be one of the most marvellous feelings for a woman. I can't think of anything similar for a man. It's hard to think of anything else that matches up to the sensations one receives from feeling your lover's cock get hard in your mouth. When that glorious sensation is accompanied by that wonderful look on his face as she squints upwards it really can be a super magical moment. 




The Love Of My Life, A Tender Offer



And as I licked and gently sucked David's rapidly stiffening penis I experienced both of those wonderful sensations. The look on his face that was thrown backwards, eyes closed and mouth open with half a smile and half an expression of sheer pleasure was sublime. It showed me how much pleasure he was gaining, how much I was giving him. It demonstrated the excitement and the satisfaction he was getting and what he was anticipating from our oral love. And by me doing this to him I was trying as much as I could to express in the clearest possible way a woman can her sexual love for her man. 

As it became fully erect it seemed to fill my mouth to overflowing. One of my hands was on his stomach softly caressing its slightly hairy flatness the other was alternating between holding the shaft of his erection and cupping and cradling his balls. His hands were in my hair ruffling and pulling that as I lovingly kissed, licked and sucked him coaxing and urging him back to full readiness to make more love to me.

I had taken it almost out of my mouth and was alternately sucking quite hard and licking gently all around the inflamed purple glands. I was pressing the tip of my tongue right against the hole and running it around his foreskin that had folded back beneath the bulbous head when his hands gripped my hair more firmly and with a shrug of his hips he had surged back into my mouth.

"Oh God Mandy, that's fantastic."

"Yes, yes darling," I sort of murmured, despite my mouth being very full indeed.

"It's amazing," he moaned as his hips started to move. "It's so good," he sighed as he started moving in and out.

I stroked his thighs and tummy. I squeezed his balls and ran my fingers beneath him between the cheeks of his bottom. I was ready to do anything for and to him so sexually in love was I at that moment.

"It's incredible," he whined as he started to move faster. Started to thrust. Yes, as he started to fuck my face.

I was prepared for it. I was ready for it and I was willing, eager even, to give him the most precious sexual gift a woman has at her disposal. Yes I was prepared to let him cum in my mouth and to swallow his seed.

But no that was not to be. Not now, not this time.

He pulled himself out and sank down onto the floor next to me.

"Darling that was wonderful but I need us to make love," he said so considerately as he continued with a wry smile. "At my age three times in an evening is an achievement, four might be impossibility.

Laughing in the way that only lovers can we helped each other out of the dressing gowns. Kissing and grinding our bodies together as our passion built up and up our hands were now all over the others body. He started to push me backwards showing that he was ready to make love again.

"No David, like this," I said turning away from him. 

I was kneeling and I leaned forward supporting myself by placing my elbows on the sofa. My body was bent almost at ninety degrees at the waist. My breasts hung with one of my nipples just catching on the edge of the large cushions. My legs were slightly parted and my bottom was stuck out towards him. I knew like that everything that was feminine about me was on show and I wanted that. I wanted him to see my bum. My slightly too full, rotund bottom with the deep crevice and the alluring brown, puckered hole that was not on the agenda for the first time lovers that we were. The blood engorged lips poking out between the back of my thighs and my legs and everything else,

"Oh God, Mandy," he muttered almost in a sob as he stroked the cheeks of my bum sending shivers through me. "That's gorgeous, that's fantastic. You look amazing like that." His hands were all over my bum and the back of my thighs, between the cheeks and along the wet sides of my pussy.

"Mmmmm," I retorted shaking my bum at him. "Well it's all yours my darling." I said rather stupidly for that implied he could have my arse. I quickly went to address that for, although as we'd laid in each others arms talking sex in the car one time I'd told him I didn't like anal I had to make sure. Opening my legs wider and reaching behind so that my crimson painted nails rested on my pink wetness I sighed.

"Well this is David so please, please take it."

When aroused and fully lubricated with legs parted and being entered from behind, penetration is easy. The position of the girl's body reduces resistance and naturally opens her lips and the man being behind and slightly above those lips means just the slightest of pressure and he's in and up her. And that's how it was as I lay beneath my lover in that hotel room. One shrug of his hips and he was in or, as it, rather crudely, went through my mind at the time, his cock surged right up my cunt.

The feeling, though, was sensational. His thrust was quite strong and he plunged very deeply into that open channel so that I felt his balls slap against my arse. He was in as far as he could go and that sensation of being filled to almost overflowing flooded over me. He reached round me to find my breasts so I lifted my upper body from the cushion it was resting on and revelled in his fingers squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and hardened nipples. 

For a while we didn't really fuck. Well not in the terms of him pushing his erection in and out of me. No for a while his cock remained still, buried to the hilt in my pussy. He pulled me so I was kneeling almost straight up and ran his hands up and down my body. He lifted my hair up and pushed it into a pile on the top of my head that I bent forward as he kissed and licked my neck. 

His cock in me, his hands on my breasts, nipples and clitoris and his lips and tongue on my neck created a heady cocktail of sensations for me and soon he had me moaning and grunting with pleasure, excitement and anticipation. I tried turning my head so we could kiss but couldn't really get my neck round far enough so instead I kissed him with half my mouth but that was fine for all the other actions more than made up for what I missed from that. 

And still he remained buried deep in me without moving. It was then that I started moving. Then that I began squirming gently at first on his cock. Then that I commenced sliding myself up and down. Yes it was then that I started to fuck him.

"Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, Mands," he moaned holding himself magnificently rigid inside me as my pussy slithered up and down on his ramrod-like stiffness. 

"Let me fuck you darling," I gasped breathlessly as without even thinking I took my breasts in my hands and started to knead and squeeze them. His hands joined mine and we alternated between him pressing my hands against my tits and pussy and me pressing his onto those places.

It was an amazing mixture. In a way I was screwing him yet in another he was, of course, making love to me but at the same time I was making love to myself. A very odd but totally marvellous set of sensations.

But of course such subtlety doesn't last. It can't with two aroused lovers that were just getting to know each other sexually. We weren't able to continue that intriguing sort of lovemaking for very long. Other emotions and needs and wants took over. Took over both David and me and soon I was on all fours my arms supporting me as he began to surge in and out of me. Doggy style really did live up to its reputation of being the deepest penetration.

In most ways it was the best of the three fucks.

The first had been a little tentative with both of us concerned as to how we'd go together particularly after the ridiculous situation in the car. It had been good but more from relief than from any really strong sexual technique or vast pleasure.

In the shower it was all a little too urgent and hurried. Although hugely satisfying it had happened in a sort of an unplanned blur and again our pleasure didn't come from sexual technique but at the sheer thrill of uninhibitedly making love in such wonderful surroundings. 

But there, doggy style, on the thick pile carpet in the middle of the sumptuous bedroom we had the most perfect fuck imaginable.

There was tenderness, technique, experimentation, excitement, soaring pleasures, enormous eroticism and love. Yes it was a fuck full of love. In fact it was not a fuck. We were not fucking. For the first time for some months now I had a man's cock in my pussy and he wasn't fucking me. He was making love to me. Yes David was making full, complete and total love to me. My body and mind reacted so powerfully to that to provide me with the most incredible series of orgasms I could remember. 

They started slowly. Quite gentle surges of sensation reaching out from the linings of my vagina that his penis was so vigorously stimulating. Seeping out from there the feelings started to pervade every part of my body. They slithered down my thighs making it slightly difficult for me to retain the kneeling posture. They filled my tummy and soared upwards to cover, invade and to completely fill my breasts that began to feel amazingly heavy hanging down from my chest. My mind was also becoming fogged with emotions. I was so excited and aroused with almost every part of my sexual being crying out with pleasure and the need for satisfaction that I started to lose touch with reality. I was moaning and groaning, grunting and sighing with pleasure and want. My head was rolling from side to side and I had to close my legs to gain every last bit of pleasure from his cock that was sliding in and out of me in a consistent rhythm. I was squirming back against him and rubbing my breasts firmly against his hand that was cupping, weighing, kneading and deliciously pinching the achingly sensitive flesh.

"Oh David, oh my darling," I moaned almost delirious with the combination of my love for him and the extreme pleasure he was giving.

"Yes darling, yes Mandy cum for me, cum hard for me," he growled into my ear as he bent his body round mine increasing even more the depth of his penetration in me.

How many times he made me cum or whether I just had one, long orgasm I don't know. What I do know was that the level of satisfaction was so great that I'm sure I must have nearly fainted several times. Somehow, though, I think, but I'm not sure, that I remained conscious as he fucked, and fucked and fucked me taking me to areas of pleasure that until that afternoon had, for me, only existed in the most erotic of novels.

"Er, did you mean what you said yesterday Mandy?" David asked as we tramped through the rather damp woods and fields the next day.

I looked at him, my eyes hopefully sparkling and a mischievous grin on my face as I slid my arm through his and pressed my boob against him.

"About what David? I said lots of things yesterday"

"Oh come on you know full well what I mean." He said laughing rather shyly.

I was a little worried that I may have frightened him off a bit by telling him several times in the room and again as we travelled home in the black cab that I loved him. But he'd expressed his love at least as strongly as me and I had absolute faith in him. I stopped and turned to him. Reaching up I put my arms round his neck and I kissed him deeply.

"Yes David I meant it with all my heart and soul," I said quietly, adding in an even softer tone as our eyes bored into the others. "I love you, darling."

"Oh Mandy, Mandy, Mandy," he sighed pulling me to him and burying his face in my hair. "I love you so much, so very, very much, it almost hurts."

We laughed and giggled our way through the rest of the walk holding hands, stopping frequently to kiss and cuddle but, strangely in some ways, not doing anything really sexual.

"How was it last night love?" He'd asked when we'd stopped for our coffee.

I told him that it wasn't too bad and that Kevin didn't suspect anything. I asked him about Claire who he told me was in bed sound asleep so he was safe.

I didn't tell him that Kevin had wanted me. That he'd started pawing me as soon as I undressed. That he'd caressed my breasts and had got his hands between my legs almost before I knew it. I didn't tell him because as Kevin had done that so I'd found myself becoming wet. I didn't tell David for as my husband's mouth encircled my nipple and sucked on it like a baby I so wanted to be fucked that I could, I felt, have gone with almost anybody. A chilling thought indeed.

I had, totally and utterly, amazed myself at my reaction. I was beginning to hate Kevin and love him. We'd made love for hours just that afternoon and I'd had the most incredible series of orgasms. Yet as soon as he touched me I was like a bitch in heat. As soon as he started I wanted it so much. And willingly, avidly really I let him have me energetically and, I have to admit, satisfyingly. But after, as he lay beside me snoring, I sobbed myself to sleep, eventually, with just one thought in my mind, David.

As we both became accustomed to having an affair and accepted that was what we were doing so life settled into a pattern for us over the next few weeks as the good summer we had that year stretched into September.

And of course it all revolved around walking our dogs.

Now that we'd, as it were, broken our duck and had made love in grand surroundings having sex in the car, alongside it or anywhere in the woods or fields was no longer sordid. No it wasn't at all sordid but was necessary, very exciting and amazingly satisfying. I guess it had to be for we couldn't keep going to hotels although, perhaps every week or ten days, we'd manage to make up the excuses to spend an afternoon and the occasional evening together in a nearby Marriott.

We talked a lot. We talked about so many things but almost studiously we both avoided the longer term future. But as obviously as we avoided it, deep down we both knew that sooner or later it would have to be addressed. In those early days with the marvellous series of new discoveries that are the lot of new lovers we didn't though get round to it and as the late glorious summer turned into an early miserable autumn so we merely indulged ourselves in the sexual side of the affair putting all other considerations to one side.

It was as if David unleashed things in me I never knew existed. He brought out a side of me that with Kevin I just didn't, and maybe, couldn't show. 

Until then I'd only had sex in the open a couple or three times and then in places where the chances of being caught were minimal or non existent. With David and the adventure of having an affair caution was, rather foolishly but so excitingly guess looking back, somewhat thrown to the wind. Several times we came so near to being seen by others that in retrospect it was crazy, but then adulterers don't have beds that often. So on the back and front seats of cars, against trees, in long grass, in woods and fields became our love areas. And we both loved it. It added even more to the sheer exhilaration of the affair.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful Mandy?" he asked one afternoon as I lay in his arms in a hotel bed, "if we could just stay here for ever?"

Kissing him and letting my fingers trail down his chest so that they just nuzzled into the sprout of pubic hair above his genitals I replied softly.

"It would be marvellous darling if we could just stay here the night. I would so love to wake up in your arms."

"God yes Mandy, to be with you all night, to have you all night."

"Mmmmm, yes darling yes," I sighed bending my body and taking him into my mouth.

We made love again and as we lay there dreading the moment that we knew was not far off when we'd have to leave David said softly.

"Darling, I've got an idea."

"Go on," I replied.

"Well I'm speaking at a conference and training event in a few weeks time."

"Yes, so?"

"Well it's a three day event at the NEC near Birmingham and its on this technology I told you about and showed that first day, remember?"

"Well I certainly remember the day David," I almost whispered turning so that my bare breasts pressed into his chest as I kissed his lips. "It was the first time we did this."

That stopped further conversation for a while as our mouths ground together our opened lips squirmed and our tongues plunged nearly into the others throat.

"The thing is Mand is that we're promoting the world wide web very heavily to advertising agencies and I wondered whether you could persuade one of those you work for to send you."

It fell into place then. I gushed

"So we could have two whole nights together?"

"Yes," he responded his face lighting up with a beaming smile. "And most of the days as well for I only have two speeches to make."

"What about me learning?"

"Well quite frankly love I could tell you enough in between shags for you to know more than anyone else in your agency. "What do you think?"

"Oh yes David I'd love to." I enthused getting out of bed and walking over to my hand bag to get my organiser. Standing beside the bed totally naked and not feeling at all self conscious with him I asked. 

"When exactly is it?"

"Oh shit I've got two things on those days."

"Bollocks, still never mind I'm sure another chance'll come up soon."

"No, no sod it I'll do it, I can change things around."

I felt a little guilty as he leaped out of bed and took me in his arms for I was about to cancel seeing Sarah in a play and going with her and Kevin to his mother's birthday dinner at a local restaurant.

"Fucking hell Mandy, what's got into you?" Kevin said very sharply when I told him I had to go to this conference thing. "You don't need to bloody well work and you're only a sodden freelancer why do you have to go?"

It was equally difficult with my daughter and for the next couple of weeks I felt an absolute shit as the date for the conference grew nearer. Several times I came very near to cancelling it but the draw of being with my lover was too strong. The attraction of actually sleeping with him, of waking up in his arms and, of course, having almost endless sex with him for the best part of three days was so powerful I began to understand just how strong a force love really is.

David was only occupied at the conference for a couple of three hours on each day so it really was a wonderful time for us. It had been worrying and traumatic when I'd packed to leave, for Sarah was looking on as I packed and Kevin had studiously avoided having hardly anything to do with me for the few days before my departure. As I drove the car out of the curved driveway of the house it was almost as if I was leaving for good. And symbolically I suppose I was.

It would be overindulgent of me to describe those marvellous three days in detail. I know that some readers of this would like to hear about every little sexual action that went on but, quite frankly, there were just so many and varied that this account of that very special time of my life would become even longer than it is already.

The first evening and night though were very special.

I arrived at the country house hotel we'd booked into, separate rooms of course for both our partners had the phone numbers, just in case, around four. I had a long, luxurious bath, washed and dried my hair and generally pampered myself getting ready for my lover. 

I wasn't at ease, not relaxed, not yet into the spirit of the affair or the right mood for the two whole nights with David. I was worrying about the lie and deceit. I didn't think I'd made any mistakes even going to the length of leaving my delegate pass and programme around so Kevin and Sarah would see them. The only slight chink in my armour of lies was that I'd said an agency had made me go and had mentioned the name. So there was the one in a thousand chance that he might phone it. I didn't think he would but that little potential slip made me feel sick with worry.

David called at around five thirty to say that he'd turned off the M6 and would be at the hotel in ten minutes or so. I didn't bother getting dressed so I just slipped on the dark red, almost crimson, silk robe I'd brought with me and tied the sash round the waist. I poured myself a glass of wine and the soothing affect of the alcohol and the expectancy of shortly being with him helped me relax and start to put the outside world out of my mind.