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Oh No!

By: janandjustin



My wife Jan and I have started to enjoy little sex games and role playing when we have sex lately. It has been like adding spice to our love life as it has really made for hot enjoyable times in and out of bed. We were not really becoming bored with each other as we have only been married four years and we still have sex at least twice a week but usually more often. Jan is 25 and I am 28. She is a dark haired beauty with a sexy model-type body. We have been together for 7 years and we have both been expanding our sexual horizons as we have read and experimented with different toys and techniques. 

Jan loves to dress up in sexy little outfits and she has never failed to arouse me or other men with her flirtatious behavior. Jan stands 5’7” and weighs 128 pounds. She has a thin and trim body with killer legs and a tight little ass. Her breasts are not large at 34b but they are more than enough for me and the few men she has allowed to enjoy her charms. 

Jan is quite a flirt and we have experimented with her dating a few other men as my hotwife. We have also experimented with a MFM sex-thing on two occasions. We both enjoyed it as we were able to get past the guilt stuff and enjoy it as a recreational sexual encounter. Yes, we do think of sex as a recreational activity, as well as a way of pleasuring each other. We are still very much in love and much of our experimentation has been as an expression of our deep love for one another.

We are avid readers of Playboy, Penthouse, and Penthouse Letters, as well as collectors and viewers of adult videos and DVDs. We will often read to one another in bed and share letters or stories that turn us on. One recurring theme that has piqued my interest was the notion of Jan being a hooker on the street and me picking her up. I had read that theme in a recent letter and had showed it to Jan as we lay in bed one night. She appeared to enjoy the topic as well and as we made love that night I told her of my fantasy. She was very hot and turned on at the thought of being a street hooker and having me as her john. As I told her about it she got really into fucking me and we both got off rather quickly. She can have multiple orgasms from my cock and had several of them as I stroked in and out of her. We agreed that we would have to try it out as soon as we could. In fact as we started to discuss it we both became aroused again and agreed to try it the next night, Friday.

Work was difficult for me as I envisioned a scantily clad Jan out doing the stroll looking for strangers to pay to fuck her. I had a hard-on all day and I called Jan at work twice that day and she informed me that she was having as tough a time as I was concentrating on work. Jan is an executive secretary for a vice president of a large advertising agency. I work as a public school administrator for the superintendent of schools. We both work in office buildings but in two different parts of town about 15 minutes apart. Jan told me she had to go but she would see me at home at 6:30 so she could start her other job. 

On Friday’s after work Jan and a few of the other women secretaries often go to a local bar for Happy Hour. She will usually have a couple of drinks and then meet me at home in a horny mood ready for sex. She often gets home around 6:30 or so.

We live in a large city in the Midwest that has an area in the downtown urban area which is well known for its hookers, pimps, and sex trade. The neighborhood is kind of seedy and has a steady flow of traffic, customers and cops. We both had cruised the area more than a few times either on our way to an adult bookstore or theatre or as voyeurs, checking out the hookers and pimps. We had a general idea where we wanted to go but we were not specific as to what street would be exactly right for Jan to get picked up. 

I arrived home around 5:30 and began preparing dinner as we have a habit of whoever is home first prepares dinner for that evening. I had a couple of tuna steaks I wanted to grill. The remainder of the meal would be salad, Italian bread and a glass or two of white wine. I set the table and then worked on other preparations. Jan finally arrived home around 6:45 and was a bit tipsy as two drinks usually have that effect on her. She came waltzing in and gave me a peck on the check. 

“Hello sweetie.” She giggled into my ear. I knew right away she had had a few drinks.

“Hello yourself, hungry?” 

I asked as I placed our dinner plates on the table. We ate dinner while discussing the day’s events and our plans for the evening. After Jan finished eating she went to the bedroom and I heard the shower running as I completed cleaning up from dinner. I left the kitchen after I started the dishwasher and walked into the bedroom. But I found myself locked out of the bathroom. Jan was inside humming to herself and made her preparations for the night’s activities. I lay upon the bed and waited for her to reveal herself to me.

After about 30 additional minutes I heard the bathroom door being unlocked and Jan emerged from the bathroom. Her transformation was so stunning I barely recognized the woman who stepped into view. Jan was teetering on high-heeled black almost knee-high boots. Her usually shoulder length dark brown hair was all teased up and had been moussed and sprayed into a very exotic style. Her make-up which was ordinarily quite tasteful was way over applied and she had taken on the facial features of a street whore. She wore a very short skin-tight strapless dress that revealed every curve and feature of her trim body. Her skirt was so short that her thigh-high stocking her revealed when she walked and it was so low-cut and tight that the tops of her breasts were revealed and her erect nipples were prominent through the material. I got an immediate erection just looking at her in her attire. Her lips were made-up with a dark shade of lip gloss and it matched the dark mascara she had applied to accent her blue eyes.

“Hey mister, you wanna take me out?” She spoke with a bit of an accent.

“Oh, baby! I want to keep you in. How much?” I asked as she approached me. She had a sexy sway to her walk that really had me going.

“$75 for a blowjob and 150 for a half and half.” She replied as she slipped up next to me and put her hip against mine. My arms went around her waste. I was astonished by her looks.

“Wow, where did you get that outfit and the talk?” I asked holding her close. I noticed that her perfume though not cheap was quite heavily applied and appeared over done. She smiled then broke into a big grin then she began laughing.

“It was last years Halloween costume, remember?” Frankly I didn’t and told her so. 

“Sure, remember, Linda and I wore them last year to the party.” I remembered but remarked that she hadn’t looked this good last year. 

“Well, last year I hadn’t read that article in the magazine about street whores. That’s where I got the prices and everything. Wanna date?” She replied as she batted her eyelashes at me. I took my hands from her hip and reached for her boob. She danced away giggling. “This is for paying customers only. You may look but you wanna play you gotta pay.” She said with much seriousness in her voice. I then told her I was interested but I wanted to check out the merchandise first.

“I want to see what I’m buying baby.” Jan then lifted up her tight dress revealing the tops of her dark stockings and her sexy long legs. She looked to see my response to her show and then she continued. With a little wiggle of her cute little butt she lifted her dress further revealing her lack of panties and her neatly trimmed bush. Her pussy lips were quite prominent due to her trim job.

“Whoa! No panties and you trimmed your bush!” I exclaimed. 

“I read that real hookers don’t wear panties as they have to be able to show off what they have quickly. I also read that they often shave off most or all of their pubic hair so that they are able to cleanup quickly after a quick fuck.” I could not believe the words out of my lovely wife’s mouth. Here just this morning she was her usual reserved secretarial-self and now she was telling me how she had to be ready for a “quick fuck”. Gosh I love this woman. I again reached for her and she danced away laughing and wiggling her little butt.

“Hey, you want a whore for a wife, or do you want me to stay in and we can play right here but it’s going to cost you?” 

I was ready to say to her that we should stay in and I would pay her myself as I had already gotten money from the ATM on the way home but I wanted to pick her up on the street first. So I stopped trying to touch her and asked her how she wanted to play this out. She replied that it was my fantasy and she was willingly to do go along with my ideas.

We agreed that we would go down to Division Street and find a side street where the hookers hung out. I would drop her off at a specified place and then drive around the block. When I came back I would approach her and she would go through her routine with me and then I would agree to her price and pick her up and take her to an alley, a parking lot, or a hot bed motel for a quickie and then home to our bed. 

I asked her what she would do if someone else approached her. She just smiled and said that she would handle it. I asked her what she meant by handle it and she said.

“I will approach the car and find out if it is a cop; if not I will either price myself so high he turns me down or I will simply tell him no way and walk away.” She seemed quite confident in her method so I asked her.

“Where did you learn that routine and what if it is a cop?” She looked at me for a minute and replied.

“In the article from Cosmo. It also said that if a cop approaches to just tell him you are waiting for your ride. It also said to make them show you something that a cop would never show you.” I pondered this for a minute and asked her.

“You mean like ID or something?” Jan then began to laugh very hard and said.

“No, silly. You ask to see their equipment. If they are a cop they won’t show you.”

“Oh, my! I never thought of that.” I had had enough by this time and told Jan it was time to go to work as it was almost dark and we didn’t want to be out there too late and that I could hardly wait to have her. Jan grabbed a glass of wine and we headed for the car. I drove to the heart of the city. Jan was nervous and had a tendency to talk rapidly and about nothing and everything when she was nervous. The wine was helping but not nearly enough. I asked her how she was feeling and she replied.

“I am nervous, shaky, and horny. Baby, I want your hard cock in me as soon as we can.” I then asked her if she wanted to quit that we could still turn around.

“No, I want to play this. I am just excited and scared.” I then asked her if she had her cell phone and she did as well as a can of mace. She then surprised me by pulling a new pack of cigarettes out of her purse and opening it up. She took one out and fingered it. 

“What are you doing? You don’t smoke!” I exclaimed. She grinned at me and said.

“It’s a prop. All hookers smoke and I want to play the part.” With that she stuck the cigarette into the corner of her mouth. I had to admit it made her appear more realistic.

We drove further into the city and I turned our SUV onto Division Avenue. The street was well lit up by the many adult oriented businesses that lined the street. The traffic was pretty heavy as there were several bars and cafes in that area as well. I turned from Division onto Rose Street a notorious hangout for prostitutes and their clientele. The street corners were occupied with women and an occasional man who was involved in the seedier side of the sex industry. I was observing the women on the corners and noticed that Jan would fit right in although she appeared classier than most street whores. Three blocks down Rose St. was another little street that was also lit by the overhead street lights. I turned onto Marion and slowed to a stop about halfway down the first block. I looked over at a very nervous Jan and asked.

“How does this look to you?” She was busy staring out the window and glanced over at me. Gosh she was so beautiful. Her tight but short dress revealed a lot of her slender and trim legs and I longed to have them wrapped around me.

“We can leave. I am turned on enough already. Want to go home?” I asked her.

“No, this will be just perfect. Now remember, once around the block and if I look okay, once around again. I will signal you to get me if anything is wrong and I will keep the phone ready if I need to call you.” 

She answered in a clear definite voice. She leaned over to give me a quick kiss then opened the door of the SUV. I watched her slide her long legs out the door and stand up outside the car. She straightened herself up and pulled down her short dress. She strolled confidently away from the vehicle putting a pronounced wiggle in her sexy little ass. She looked the part all right. I had a throbbing hard-on as I nervously pulled away from the curb leaving my college degreed, wife of four years standing on the street like a common whore. My whore. 

I watched through the mirror as a slow moving car pulled over to the curb to talk with her. I drove slowly away looking back until I almost ran into a street light pole. I then turned the corner and found that the streets were all one-way streets and that I would have to go one extra street over to get around the block. My heart was thumping like mad and I thought I was going to have a heart attack at the thought of my little wife strutting her stuff out on the street. I could not wait until I could see her standing there again safely in my sight. It took me almost ten minutes to get back around to Marion Street.

I turned the corner and looked to the right for Jan. There she was right where I left her. Standing on the sidewalk about 5 feet from the road. She was smoking a cigarette and standing with her hand on her hip. Gosh, she looked great. I wanted a piece of that action. I slowed to take a good view of her sexy display and she noticed me and looked away. Her pretty face looked even more so in the light from the overhead streetlight about half a block away. I wanted to stop but the plan was for one more turn around the block. I again watched her slowly walk up the street away from me. Her ass wiggling and swaying trying to attract the attention of passing cars. I turned the corner and could no longer see her in the mirror.

All of a sudden my luck with traffic ran out. I was caught in a small traffic jam caused by a small fender-bender. Then the lights were against me. Finally, after what seemed like an hour but was actually only 15 minutes I turned on to Marion St. to collect my wife and my whore for a night of hot action. I had run the scenario through my mind on the drive. Pull-up to her and go through the routine and then offer her $100 in cash which I had in my pocket to her for a blow-job. Then quick back to our place for a telling of how it felt to be standing on a street trying to peddle her ass.

I looked and Jan was gone. I slowed and stopped. I could not see her anywhere. I was going to get out and look for her but a patrolling police car was right behind me, so I continued up the block. My blood ran cold and the sweat from the sexual excitement that was trickling down my back suddenly chilled me to the bone. I looked back in the mirror and all I saw was the empty street where just a few minutes before I had seen Jan. My heart sank and fear gripped me.

God, what have I done. I feared the worst. As I quickly drove back around the block I got caught back up in the traffic back-up from the almost cleared away fender-bender. All of a sudden I remembered the cell phone. Ah, yes. I got it out and pushed the memory dial for Jan’s cell. The phone rang and instead of her expected voice I got the recorded voice. It told me that the party I was trying to reach was either using the phone or it was turned off. I felt a little better; I’ll bet she is trying to call me. I left a message for her telling her how hot I was for her and how I wanted to hook up with her for a little action. It took another fifteen minutes before I was now able to turn back onto Marion St.

It had been almost 30 minutes since I had last seen Jan standing on the curb and I was feeling a bit relieved as I saw her leaning into the passenger window of a blue colored Buick. Her short dress had risen up and the entire top of her stocking were visible as she leaned in and said something to the driver. She pulled her head out of the car and saw me coming down the street. She straightened up and strode over to my stopping car. I unlocked the door and she climbed inside. She looked a bit disheveled but she smiled over towards me. I noticed her lipstick which had been so carefully applied was still fresh-looking on her lips. I quickly drove away and then I looked at her and said.

“God, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to have to be out there so long. I got caught in traffic. Where were you? She looked at me and said. “You will never believe what just happened to me! I need a drink. Let’s go home.” I looked back at her as I drove and said.

“Are you okay? What happened?” 

She just told me to drive and she would tell me her story when we got home. I drove as fast as I could to our condo and I don’t remember the route we took or the trip home. As soon as we were parked inside our garage I turned the light on and looked at her. She was the same beautiful woman I had left on the street just an hour or so ago but there was something different. Something so sexy and womanly about her. I wanted to take her right there in the garage but she unlocked the door and we went inside. I followed the sexy hooker inside to the kitchen where she poured us both a glass of wine and then she led me to the bedroom. She did not speak but simply looked at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. She sat down on the bed and pulled me close.

“Oh, sweetie! I love you so; promise me you won’t hate me.” I held her a moment and asked.

“What do you mean don’t hate you? What happened?” I demanded. Jan lay back on the bed and started her story.

“When you dropped me off I was feeling so horny, and so afraid I was shaking. I watched you drive away and a car pulled up to the curb before you were even gone. I strolled up to the window figuring that you would get a kick out of my talking with a customer. He rolled down his window and I leaned in and asked him in my sexiest voice.

“Hey sugar, are you looking for a date?” He asked me how much and I asked him what he was looking for? He then told me quite gruffly.

“I am looking for a hot whore with a wet pussy.” I then told him that he was looking at both. He then asked me again.

“How much?” I remembered that he might be a cop so I went through my hooker routine.

“Hey sugar, are you a police officer?” He told me that he wasn’t. So I asked him real sweetly. “Show me something that a cop can’t show me.” 

He then turned on his interior light and opened up his pants revealing his red hard cock. I was quite startled by this and hesitated a second. Then he looked over at me and said.

“Are you a cop? Show me something.” I thought about this for a second and then I though how this would drive you wild so I pulled down my top and showed him my boobies. 

“Very nice baby. How much?” I knew at this point it had gone too far so I said to him.

“$100 for a blow job and $200 for straight sex.” I said this in my most seductive voice.

“Too much for that!” He exclaimed and gunned it away. 

I smiled to myself and was grateful I didn’t have to make an excuse to dump him but I felt a bit rejected. I mean, what the hell this body should be worth at least that. “Whatever.” I thought. I stood there a minute thinking about our nice warm bed and taking you home and making love to you. Then you drove around the block. I figured that one more stroll would do it so I turned my back on you and wiggled my little butt at you and walked away.


Oh No!



You were barely out of sight when another car pulled up to the curb. I was thinking about the routine again and didn’t notice the driver or the type of car it was or anything. I strolled over to the window and it rolled down, the inside of the car was quite dark and was only lit by the dashboard lights. I leaned in and said to the dark shape inside in my seductive voice.

“Hey sugar, looking for a date?” The man inside in a voice I should have recognized if I hadn’t been so excited and into the act then said to me.

“Yes I am, how much?” The voice was deep and seemed quite pleasant but it still did not register with me. So I remembered what to say and in a sexy little drawl said.

“Now you wouldn’t be a cop would you?” He assured me he wasn’t so I then said.

“Show me something that a cop couldn’t show me.” 

He then said he would if I would. So I waited for him to reveal his cock to me. I was really getting into this part then. He turned on a small light that lit-up his crotch, I think it was the map light. He was a bit heavy and was wearing dark brown pants. He opened them up and pulled out his semi-hard cock. It was about the size of your cock but it had a rounder head and was so pink it was almost white in color. I don’t know why but I then in an impulse, perhaps to really turn us on, lifted my dress and showed him my pussy. He then said to me as I was pulling down my dress.

“How much?” It still did not dawn on me who he was and I was really playing the part of a whore now so I said.

“$75 for a blow job and $200 for straight or ½ and ½.” He then turned on the interior light and it was Chuck Hassek, the business manager from work. I was so shocked I just stood there. “Oh, my God! Mr. Hassek!” I exclaimed. He then unlocked the door and commanded.

“Get in the car Jan.” 

I stood there for another few seconds and then I opened the door. The car was all shiny inside and I slid onto the big bench seat and quickly shut the door. He started to pull away. I thought I had better explain myself to him. I stuttered an excuse to him.

“Mr. Hassek, it’s not what you’re thinking. I was just playing a game with my husband.”

“Okay, Jan, Sure thing. You don’t have to explain a thing to me. I guess Mr. Ames just doesn’t pay you enough to be his secretary does he?” He said to me quite condescendingly. 

I just sat there for a few minutes thinking of the implication of this moment. I would lose my job if he talked to my boss and I would have no reputation at all in this town if anyone found out where I was and what I was doing. I loved and needed my job, so I tried to explain again.

“Chuck, I was just out here playing a game with my husband. He likes me to dress up and pick me up off the street. It was a game. Please, drop me off. Don’t tell anyone I pleaded.”

“Jan, we both know what you are doing out there and we both know this is not a game. You can pretend all you want but you and I both know what this is about. I only have $75 dollars and I only have time for a blow job. I have wanted to see your sexy body ever since you came to work with us. I have lusted over your legs and your ass. Gosh this will be like a dream come true.” He almost said it mockingly. 

He kept driving and pulled into the rear of a dimly lit park lot behind a bar. I was shaking and felt tears in my eyes. What could I do? Chuck answered that for me as he turned on the interior lights. They were kind of low but enough for him to see me.

“Chuck, Mr. Hassek? Please let me go, Please don’t tell anyone.” I pleaded. The game was no longer fun and I knew that I was in trouble.

“Here Jan, here is the $75 dollars. I would really rather fuck you, and I will next time but I don’t have $200 on me. Now, take down your top, show me your titties, and do your business.” He ordered me. 

I didn’t see anyway out of this and besides I have given my share of blowjobs to you and a few others so I figured one more won’t kill me. I pulled down my dress showing a man I worked with everyday my breasts. I don’t know if it was nerves or excitement but my nipples stood straight out. Chuck reached over and fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples.

Um…very nice. Jan you have great little nipples there. Now suck my cock.” 

He was no longer nice he was now a demanding customer. I figured I could pull out his cock and suck him off and spit it into a Kleenex. I slid closer to him on the seat and he slid into the middle of the car. I felt the seat go all the way back. I reached over and unzipped his pants the rest of the way. I went to reach in to take out his cock and he said.

“No, pull them down. I want to feel you kiss my balls and don’t even think of not swallowing.” He was in control of this situation so I complied.

I undid his pants and he lifted up so I could pull them and his boxers down to his knees. He has a bit of a gut on him and I was not really turned on by his body. His body odor reached my nose. It was a manly smell of musk, sweat, and urine. His cock was now almost fully erect and it stood out from under his belly. His fingers caressed my hair as I lowered myself to his crotch. I wanted to gag. He hadn’t washed himself all day and his cock had the smell of a man that could use a shower. I hesitated and he said.

“Come on, you know what to do.” 

I lowered my mouth to his cock and began to kiss and lick the head or it. I put the smell of it out of my mind and began to think of sucking your cock. I made love to his cock and balls. I kissed them, licked them and then I lowered my head onto his cock. I opened my mouth fully and took the head into my mouth.

“How nice. Who would have dreamed that I would have you sucking my cock? You little whore. If only I’d known what you did after work I would have bought you before.” 

He moaned and groaned as I worked to pleasure him. I slowly took his entire cock into my mouth and began to move up and down on it. I was sucking it and licking it with my tongue. He pushed my head further down and I felt his cock enter just the entrance to my throat, just like your does. He liked that and pushed me further down onto his manhood. I felt his pubic hair in my face and I knew I had the entire thing in my mouth and throat. His free hand reached around and began stroking my butt. His finger snaking down to reach my pussy. I took my free hand and cupped his two hairy balls. I squeezed them and I felt him begin to ejaculate. His first spurt went down my throat so I attempted to pull off his cock. He held me tight and he kept pumping his cum into my throat. In three heavy spurts he was done. He relaxed and said.

“Jan, that was the best blow job I have ever had. You are good. Real good. We are going to have to try that pussy of yours next.” 

I pulled my mouth off of his cock and caught my breath. I could taste and feel his cum in my mouth and tongue. I felt turned-on but ashamed as well. He thought of me as a whore and I knew I wasn’t. He pulled up his pants and I slid back across the seat from him. He started the car and drove me back towards the spot he had picked me up on Marion St. 

“You are really too pretty and too good to be a street whore, you should be an escort. Have you ever thought of being with a high-class escort service? It would be safer and easier than being picked up off the street. I know of a few that would hire you.” He was being a lot friendlier now than when he first picked me up. I felt relieved but even more ashamed.

“Mr. Hassek, I am being totally honest when I tell you that I have never done this before and that I am not a whore.” I tried to be firm but I was afraid that I was coming off bitchy.

“Look Jan, you were on the street dressed as a whore. You knew the language and you knew how to determine if I was a cop or a real customer. You just charged me $75 for the best blowjob of my life. You are a whore; you just need to admit it to yourself.” He reached over and touched my leg tenderly.

“So, tell me, how long have you been doing this?” He asked in a fatherly sort of way.

“This is it; you were my very first time. It was a role play. Nothing more.” 

My voice trailed off as I felt him lift my dress to examine my thighs. I was angry and what ashamed me even more was that I was horny. I had just sucked off a man for money and it turned me on in a freaky sort of way.

“Jan, I am pleased to be your first customer and I would like to enjoy that sweet, fuzzy little pussy of yours as soon as I can before it gets too worn out.” He said as he lifted my dress even higher trying to catch a glimpse of my pussy.

“That’s it Mr. Hassek, I am done, you are my first and last john. You won’t tell anyone will you?” I was now concerned that he would spread the knowledge of my hooking activity all over the office. I felt his fingers rubbing little circles on my thigh and I spread them a little.

“Jan, now that you have done it, the next time will be that much easier. Look your secret is safe with me as long as you make me your number one customer. I want to have that straight sex you offered me next week. How about we get together Wednesday after work?” 

He glanced into my face as he found my pubic triangle with his finger tips. His fingers felt large and warm. I was astounded by his question. I also knew that to keep him quiet I would have to indulge his desires at least one more time. I gave him access to my pussy lips by turning my body towards him. He felt the wetness between my legs and remarked.

“You are the first pro that ever felt that wet to me.” We were turning on to Marion Street and I decided I had better give him an answer before I got out of the car.

“I will meet you on Wednesday after work but only for you and only for $200.” 

I surprised myself with how quickly that came from my mouth. He then took his fingers from my pussy as he stopped the car. He held them to his nose and sniffed my scent deeply into his nostrils. He then opened his mouth and licked his fingers.

“Gosh you taste so sweet it reminds me of honey. See you Wednesday and have a profitable night.” I opened the car door to get out. I closed the door and looked all around. Slowly the car window descended and I leaned my head back into the car. 

“Wear something sexy under your clothes next week. Oh, it’s our little secret, okay?”

“Okay, our secret. Goodnight, Mr. Hassek.” I pulled myself together as your car rounded the corner and then you stopped so I got in.

“Gosh honey, I am so sorry. I had no idea that one of your bosses would drive up.” I held her close and squeezed her tightly to me. I was hoping my throbbing cock would not give away my secret arousal of my wife being a whore but she felt it against her body.

“It seems that you liked this story didn’t you?” Jan grinned at me. I had to grin back she had caught me. She seemed to pick up the on the right thing to say right then.

“Hey mister, you want to take me out?” She asked with her hooker voice. She then stood up and took the same pose as she did when she stood on Marion St.

“How much?” I asked as I reached to pull her towards me. She then danced away as she had previously and replied.

“$75 for a blow job and $200 for all night.” 

What could I do? I had no choice, I handed her $200. She took the money and stripped her dress off over her head. I crawled over to her on my hands and knees and began sniffing and kissing her very aroused pussy. She fell back onto the bed and my tongue enjoyed the wet feast between her legs. It was the evidence of her lengthy arousal but the taste was sweet as sugar. She came when my tongue touched her clit. I kept licking it and nuzzling it until she could handle no more of my oral ministrations and pulled me onto her waiting body. My very hard cock slipped easily into her very wet and wide open pussy. I would like to say I brought her to four screaming orgasm before I came but I didn’t. I came after three quick but deep pumps into her slippery little love hole. It was money well spent.



Oh, No!



I do travel quite a bit and I try to keep in touch with my wife by phone and by email, both. My laptop had a built-n camera and I often would take a picture of the body part of mine she says she misses the most and send it to her to keep her company.

So, after three days away, I got myself up to maximum and took a good pic and sent it to her.

The second I hit 'Send" I knew I fucked-up. Off it went to Janine, my sister instead of Janis, my wife. Shit, shit, shit. I wasn't really paying attention and the autofill on my computer just filled in "Janine" as soon as I typed, "Jan..." and I pressed the button and off it went.

Now, they were both in their mid-thirties, my wife is thirty-five, her sister, a year younger. So, here I was sending a salacious picture of my cock to my wife's sister.

There was nothing to be done but send a follow-up email to Janine which I did trying to explain what happened and hoping that the picture file was closed when she got it.

Now, my sister looks a lot like my wife. They're both tall, willowy blondes with very nice figures. You would immediately know they were sisters when you saw them together. And, thankfully, the both have a terrific sense of humor. I just might need that, I thought.

A few minutes went by then an email popped into my inbox. There it was...from Janine.

I opened it and read: "hehehe, no problem, Holt, my sis is a lucky girl if she gets to have fun with that all the time. Thanks for the nice look. Janine"

Whew! I was right to count on her sense of humor, lucky, I guess, so I fired off a reply thanking her for her understanding and that now she knew just how perverted her sister and I are when I'm off traveling and that I'm glad that I didn't send her the video I made that I sent her on my last business trip. And I hit, 'Send.'

Now I knew that last bit about the video was, well, maybe, meant to tease a bit, after all, I was in a hotel room, all alone with a fierce hard-on, and she was my wife's sexy little sister. I sat there at the desk, naked, rubbing myself with one hand, searching the files on my laptop with the other. There it was the video of me jacking-off, about five minutes worth, ending is a great cum scene with long ropes of sticky semen spurting like a fountain.

Yes, I sent it. Maybe I shouldn't have had those two brandies after dinner.

I sat there watching a video of a threesome I have on my laptop just for times like this when I'm traveling and bored in a hotel room somewhere. Slowly stroking myself as the video played, I saw an email come in and it was from Janine. "Well. All I can say is, WOW! It made me more than just a little wet watching you having fun by yourself. How did you know that it's something I just love to watch. ;-) Janine"

So, I emailed her back and told her that she could watch me do it any time she wanted.

We sent little emails back and forth like this for the two more days I was out of town, just kidding around having a little sexy fun. I had ended with a more or less kidding offer to do it for her in person the next time were together.

Her last email to me was that we would be getting together at the end of the month at her parent's lake cabin for a full week near the end of summer, so maybe then.

Well, it was kind of fun, just fooling around, anyway, life went on and I had pretty much forgotten about it until Janis reminded me of our upcoming visit to her parent's lake cottage. Then, the memory of it popped in my mind and gave me a bit of a hard-on as I thought back to it.

Well, a little joking, it was fun.

When we finally did see each other at the cabin, it was a large one, five bedrooms, we hugged and pecked each other's cheeks as we always did but there was something else there, a definite sexual charge between us. It was strong enough not to be missed and I just hoped that no one else picked up on it.

Time went by, there were so many of us there, that Janine and I were almost never together but on the second night, we did find ourselves alone in the kitchen making some drinks to take outside to the bonfire. I took the opportunity.

"Gee, Janine, I'm a bit embarrassed seeing you again after you've seen so much of me."

"Don't be embarrassed, Holt, I've thought of that a few times when I've been alone."

It could mean only one thing. She was masturbating thinking of the pic and video I'd sent her. Oh, my.

"Well, Janine, that's kind of a turn-on for me. I may need to seek a little relief pretty soon, myself."

She looked over at me, smiled and said, "Oh, really?"

Wondering just where this might lead, I posed, "Yeah, in thirty minutes, I'm going to head back to the bathroom at the back of the house for a little 'quick relief.' You just might catch me cumming again," and she flashed me a cute grin and took a tray of drinks outside.

I knew I had raised the ante between us but now the ball was clearly in her court. I would have a nice little jack-off session whether she came to watch it or not.

We were all sitting around the fire, drinking and talking and having a good time then the half-hour rolled around, so I told Janis I needed to use the bathroom, got up and walked into the cabin and down the hall to the bathroom at the back.

I got in the bathroom and decided to waste no time, so I unzipped my jeans and wrangled out my, now hard, cock and began getting it even harder. I wasn't sure what would happen but I was a combination of excited and nervous as I stroked back and forth.

My cock was starting to feel pretty good when there was a soft rap on the door. I pulled it ajar and it opened and Janine was standing there.

"I'll just watch from here, Holt, so I can see if someone's coming. Well, I mean other than you," she added with a snicker. "Go ahead, I want to see."

I turned more toward her and resumed jacking-off. Her eyes were staring at my cock as I pleasured myself.

"Hurry, I want to see you cum," and I turned a bit toward the sink as my cum began spurting out, most of it landing in the sink. I stood there, a string of cum dangling down from the tip, my hand covered in my cum.

I let go of my cock which stood straight our and she said, "Oh, that was great. Thanks, Holt," and wrapped her fingers around it and gave me a few strokes, then wiped her finger across the tip, slid it into her mouth and walked away.

I went back out a few minutes later and busied myself getting people refills and did catch my sister smiling at me once as I shuffled back and forth, our secret sealed between us.

The next few days, we flirted a bit back and forth when the opportunity arose which, of course, meant my cock arose, as well.

I would tell her that I had jacked-off that morning in the shower thinking of her lovely butt, things like that, just to keep the teasing and flirting going.

Then, near the end of the week, we were all getting ready to go out for the day and my sister, Janine, had already showered and her husband was sitting outside having showered and dressed earlier. I heard Janis get in the shower and turn the water on and looked in the hallway and saw that Janine's door was open just a crack.

I peeked in and saw her leaning toward the mirror putting her makeup on, a towel wrapped around her, so I pushed the door open a bit and asked, "Wanna watch again?"

"Where's Bill?""

"Outside, reading the paper with a cup of coffee."

"And Janis?"

"Just got in the shower."

"Leave my door open and do it in the hallway so you can see and hear if anyone is coming."

Well, a bit risky, but I was horny and turned on. Then, she convinced me. She opened the towel and stood there naked, simply beautiful, just a younger version of my wife, beautifully shaven, fresh from the shower. Oh, did she make me hard.

So, I stationed myself so I could see down the hall and began. She walked over near the door and stood there, her legs spread some, her fingers rubbing her pussy lips as I jacked my cock.

It didn't really take too long, I mean, you should see Janine, you'd cum pretty quick, too. So when I whispered that I was close, she said for me to move nearer and cum on her pussy.

I went up to her doorway as she moved close, then the ropy arcs of flew out and splattered her across her abdomen, pussy and thighs.

She took a glob of my cum on her fingertip and squatted, then put it up inside her and stood back up.

"You can think about where that cum of yours is all day, Holt. Now, we better get ready," and she winked and walked back to the mirror naked and resumed putting on her makeup.

I went back to our room and Janis was just getting out of the shower.

"Your turn, hon, we've got fifteen minutes before we leave," and I went right into the shower with my limp cock and sexy memories.

The rest of the week was uneventful, we just never had an opportunity for any fun and the next time we were together didn't work out either.

Then about two months later, my brother- and sister were due to come spend the weekend bringing their two kids.

On that Friday evening, their kids ran off with our two and were deep into playtime in our oldest's bedroom while we all had a glass or two of wine and wound-down from our workweeks. We had taken quick samples of each other's bodies as we hugged when they came in, me rubbing a hand down her butt, Janine, moving her hand along the bulge in my pants. But no more, there was just no chance.

Janine and I had IM'ed each other during the week from work and both agreed that it would be fun to 'play a bit' as Janine put it.

The first evening never afforded an opportunity and the next morning, I went out to the kitchen where my wife and her sister were having coffee, chatting and reading the paper. Bill, Janine's hubby, was still asleep and all our kids were in the den consuming Saturday morning cartoons.

I stood there pouring a cup of coffee as my wife got up to go check on the kids. Sensing the opportunity, I asked Janine if she'd slept well as I slid my hand down her robe onto her breast and gently pinched her hard nipple. Knowing we really had no time, I pulled my hand out and sat down to read the paper.

Then, I saw Janis head down the hall to the bathroom and heard the door close. I reached into my sisters robe as she slid her hand up under my robe onto my boxers, then inside them to grip my hard cock and give it a few pulls. As my hand went up her robe, she opened her legs as my fingers reached the wet slit that I was headed for.

I slid two fingers inside her as she sat there looking me in the eyes as she pulled on my cock, both of us intently listening for my wife's return. I was finger-fucking her in and out and she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Mmm, mmm, Holt, that's nice."

The I heard the toilet flush and knew that our playtime must end, at least for the moment. But, we had now played with each other's genitals, a new boundary crossed. Was I hard.

The rest of the day and evening were uneventful as far as Janine and I were concerned. It got late and then later and we all decided to go to bed. My wife got into bed and was soon asleep, snoring softly. I went back out to check the locks on the doors, make sure all the lights are out and get a drink of water.

As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, there was my sister at the sink, smiling my way. I walked over to her and she told me that her husband was snoring away sound asleep and I said for her to wait until I checked on my wife. I went back down the hall and she was peacefully asleep. My cock hardened instantly. I clicked off the light as I felt her come up against me, her hand down taking my dick and balls in her hand, then pulled my boxers to the floor as I felt her lips slide over the throbbing head of my cock and begin to suck.

Oh, I have to say, she was wonderful. She knelt there several minutes sucking me but as wonderful as it was, I had other plans. I lifted her up, then knelt myself as I pulled her panties down and licked along her wet slit, then put two fingers inside her and began stroking in and out as she pressed against me. She was also rubbing her fingers rapidly over her clit and I felt her begin to tremble, then, softly whimper as she began to orgasm standing there against the sink.

Then, she whispered, almost out of breath, that she wanted me to sit on the counter which I hoisted myself up on as she bent over and began stroking the shaft and sucking the tip of my cock swiftly up and down. I leaned back as she sent me skyward, it was just stunningly good.

"I'm gonna cum, Janine," I whispered.

She lifted off me and replied, "I want you to cum in my mouth," and went right back to work. My heart was racing and I was breathing like I'd just run a 10k race. Then, the sweeping ecstasy flowed over me as my cock spurted its treasure into Janine's mouth.

"Oh, wow, Janine, that was spectacular, just wonderful," I whispered as I slid off the counter and kissed her cum-lined mouth. We silently went back to our rooms and slept a happy night.

Except for a few pats on the butt and a squeeze here and there, that was the extent of our fun that weekend. 

But now, we send each other emails and pics and IM's all the time. In the three months since, Janine and I have gotten together and had a mad fuck four times and there's a family get-together at the cabin in two weeks and we're both hoping for the best. If not, we do have a little get-together of our own on the Wednesday right after that at the motel we have been meeting at.

So, making a mistake can sometimes turn out to be pretty thrilling. Just ask my cock.



Oh No.



There is that sweet spot of summer when the kids are back in school so that the hot days stretch out before us without interruption. I was relishing the morning before me. My plan included nothing more than to enjoy the morning breeze and a cup of coffee on my back porch alone with my thoughts.

I had just left the kids at school as I strolled back to my car. I drove along the small residential lane lined with beautiful houses shaded by tall pines. I turned right and right again onto the boulevard headed for home. Moments later the car in front of me made a sudden pull to the right stopping along the shoulder. My heart skipped. I pulled my car over a few lengths ahead and sat a moment to gather my thoughts. I knew the car now parked behind me. Inside was Chris, the husband of my best friend. Chris and I had spoken only the night before vowing to end the relationship that had been building for some time.

Somewhere in the past few months our friendship of several years had turned increasingly flirtatious. I had looked back over our texts to try to understand at what moment our normal jovial banter had evolved so that we both understood the passionate attraction we had for one another. Regardless, it had all culminated with a late night phone call during which we both vacillated between the desire to fulfill our basest impulses and our desire to protect our families and ourselves from scandal. The call that night ended with a reluctant vow to ignore our feelings, both hoping that they would dissipate with time.

Now I glanced in my rearview mirror at the car behind me. It seemed like fate had intervened. Certainly I had never run into Chris in the morning. I wondered if he had changed his route this morning hoping to run into me. He had asked the night before to meet, to discuss our situation. I had argued against it. Firstly, I thought sitting across from him trying to talk would be torture when really all I wanted was to be naked pressed up against him. Secondly, even if I could control myself, what could we possibly work out? We needed to stop for the sake of everyone and that was most quickly accomplished by ending contact.

While the thoughts of the previous night raced through my head, my legs began to shake again. A strange cocktail of desire and regret turned my stomach upside down and my legs to jelly. My phone pinged once with the text: "Hi!"

As always, Chris made me laugh at the best and worst times. While I was deep in the realm of lust and guilt and he popped up with his signature cheer.

"Hi!" I texted back.

"Are you going to talk to me?" he replied.

"Are you on your way to work?" I texted.

"I was..."

I didn't bother to reply. I pulled out into traffic and made my way home. For a brief moment I wondered if Chris would let me go but soon enough I could see his car behind mine. 

"Oh no," I thought.

I clicked open the gate and the garage door and pulled my car into the garage. A moment later Chris walked up the driveway and we walked into the house together. The garage door clanged shut with a sound of finality.

The house was closed up and too warm. I felt stifled as a trickle of sweat ran down my back. I made my way to the kitchen and I opened the doors hoping to catch the last of the morning breeze.

"So are we going to talk about this?" Chris asked.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to be steady if I tried to speak. I poured two waters from the fridge and headed out to our veranda. I settled on the sofa, my legs tucked under me, my body turned toward him. The roof of the patio kept us in deep shade. We looked out across the yard to the distant mountains.

"Well, cheers to keeping our distance," I said, handing him his glass of water and lifting my own in his direction.

I was already hot enough to feel the cold water course down into my belly. I squirmed at the heat and wetness between my legs. How could I have gone so long without thinking twice of Chris and now I couldn't sit two feet away without wanting him to rip my clothes off?

Chris sat forward, setting his glass on the table. His elbows rested on his knees. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned and I could see a sliver of his collar bone. I wanted to run my tongue across it.

"The thing is, we could find a way to do this. We could be careful. Once. And maybe we would get it out of our system."

"I've thought of that," I replied. "Maybe we could try it and we'd have no chemistry and it would be terrible and we would never want to do it again."

"Yeah, actually, I'm really bad at it," Chris said.

I smiled. I knew enough about his relationship with his wife that he had an insatiable appetite but we had never discussed the details of Chris' skills in bed.

I squirmed again at the thought and tugged the hem of my dress towards my knees. It had ridden up a bit when I sat. 

"Don't do that," said Chris, smiling. "I was getting a free peak."

I blushed, realizing from his position he could probably glimpse my panties. I rolled my eyes at my own embarrassment. The thing is, despite months of texts and a few phone calls Chris and I had never even flirted in person. We were so careful to mask our feelings in front of others and had been alone only a handful of times and then only for minutes.

I can't say I consciously decided at that moment that I would have him. But I was the one to reach across and grab his hand. I pulled it towards me and placed it on the inside of my thigh. Chris smiled at me. I'm not sure who was sweatier but his hand was slick against my thigh. He leaned towards me, and his hand slid up my leg. He kissed me, bringing his lips against my top lip and lingering.

I could smell the sweat on Chris. I inhaled his scent. I snaked my hand up his neck, running my hand along the back of his head, his short hair velvety on my fingers. His kiss turned more probing. His head tilted and his tongue softly invaded my mouth. My whole body was lit up. Even better, my thoughts fled my mind. I understood nothing but that I wanted Chris in that moment.

My fingers made their way down to Chris's shirt and I began unbuttoning and untucking his shirt from his pants. I slid his shirt from his shoulders and ran my tongue along his collar bone, just as I had fantasized only moments before.

Chris gently pushed me back against the pillows as he pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. His slid his hand back up my thigh rubbing his thumb along the top of my leg, his fingers brushing my panties. I was sure he could feel how hot and wet I was through the thin cotton material. He began to push my dress up around my waist. I lifted my butt from the couch to help. He broke our kiss to look down at my now exposed panties and stomach. 

"I've wanted this for so long," he spoke softly.

I ran my fingers along his spine. We were now both slick with sweat. A breeze blew gently cooling our bodies just enough to realize how hot we were when the breeze quickly died. My fingers slid beneath the waist of his pants, skimming his ass. 

He lifted his face back to mine and I kissed him, this time with more intensity. I used my kiss to push him back so that he was sitting against the cushions of the sofa. I straddled his lap, admiring his chest, his abs. I licked the sweat from his neck to behind his ear. I tugged his earlobe gently with my teeth as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Only briefly did I feel the outline of his cock with my hand. Next, I slid to the ground and slipped off his shoes and peeled off his socks. I knelt before him. I swept my hair to my shoulder, reaching behind to unbutton the back of my dress. I gathered the material and lifted my dress over my head. I quickly unclasped my bra and slid out of it as well.

I climbed back onto his lap.

"Tell me again how much you want this," I said.

"I want you," he said, "I'm going to make you cum and I want to watch you when you do." His hands had slid up to my tits. He rubbed the stubble of his cheeks against my nipples. The friction made me moan. He turned his mouth licking, kissing and sucking roughly first one, then the other. His hands squeezed my tits together as sweat dripped between them. He nuzzled the sweat of my cleavage, licking it up. Despite the shade, the full heat of the summer day was building.

"Let's get you out of these," he said, snapping the side of my panties against my hip. I swiveled so that I was sitting between his legs with my back pressed against his chest. I slid my panties to the floor. I was now naked. Chris still had his pants on, though they were open. He pulled my hair to the side, kissing my neck. One hand pulled my knees apart, the other slipped between my legs his finger sliding against my clit and deep inside me. 

I felt so exposed. Although my yard was perfectly private the view was expansive. The tall pines stood perfectly still in the summer sun. In the distance, heat waves made the mountains shimmer. Sunlight had begun to inch its way towards us.

"Are you ready to cum, baby?" Chris whispered into my ear. 

I could feel my orgasm building but selfishly I wanted our time to proceed more slowly. I withdrew his hand and again I turned, this time to kneel between his legs. I pulled his pants down his thighs. I ran my fingers along the waistband of his shorts and pulled. Here was Chris's cock inches from my face. Again I inhaled deeply. I nuzzled my nose into the base of his cock and licked my way up. I flattened my tongue as I searched for the taste of precum. Chris moaned as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I looked up at him, smiled and lowered my mouth onto him. My hands pulled his pants farther down, enough for him to kick them off without me taking my mouth off of him. I pushed his legs apart and licked the sweat from the crease of his thighs, first one side and then the other. I softly raked my nails along his balls and blew. I put him back in my mouth, sucking deeply.

"Come up here," he said. "We're in this together, right?" 

I nodded, looking into his eyes. He pulled me up by the hands. I knelt on the couch before him. He kissed my belly, his hands now on my hips, now on my ass. He pressed his forehead into my belly rolling his head back and forth. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.

When we pulled apart I leaned down to kiss him. I grasped his cock, and lowered my body, sliding his cock up to my clit and then back down again. I lowered myself onto him. We held ourselves still for a moment, savoring the heat, the sweat, the smell of one another. My hands rested on his shoulders, his hands began to rock my hips. We continued for a few more minutes as Chris brought his thumb down to massage my clit. I pulled myself almost completely off him and then plunged back down again. 

"Oh, that's going to make me cum," he said. Again I pulled myself up so that he was almost out of me and again I brought myself down until he was buried inside me. His hand now pressed against my belly, his thumb working magic on my clit. His other hand pressed against my lower back arching me against him.

My orgasm building, I sped up my rhythm, oblivious to everything. 

"Oh, fuck me," I cried, clenching my thighs against his as I came. I buried my head into his neck, my hair plastered to my face with sweat, my fingers gripping his arms as I shuddered with orgasm.

"Yes, always yes," he moaned, releasing himself into me. 

We held each other, neither one wanting to let go. When we did break apart I noticed the summer sun had finally made its way to us. 



Oh No, It's The Cops!



It had been a wild Christmas Party. Not a holiday party, but a politically incorrect Christmas Party. 

The food was outstanding, a complete prime rib buffet and open bar catered by Chef Roger of that well known bistro downtown. The reason was Piper's company was one of the few internet startups that actually went through an IPO last year and did surprisingly well. 

It was a wonderful night of eating, dancing and drinking, but not too much of anything. Piper and I were concerned that, well you just don't want to make a bad impression on management,

Piper looked her lovely self. She was dolled up in a long flowing gown, and the silver necklace she was a gift from her twenty something boss when the company went public. I think the kid had the hots for my wife. 

Oh, it's not like she's, well, how can I say this, old. I mean, she's 33 for crying out loud. But everyone in that company seemed to be in their 20s. Brad, has boss, was 25 and Piper laughed when she told me he was always looking at her tits. "I've had to remind him when we were speaking that my eyes were up here," she said, pointing to head, "not down here."

Smiling, I nodded. Piper had great perky 34C breasts, perfect in every way down to the pointed nipples. She wore tops that accentuated them, and in some ways would have been inappropriate for most traditional companies. But at the startup, well, the younger girls wore all kinds of crazy outfits. Piper was somewhat demure.

Piper loved to dance, I was an awful dancer, and so at the party she was the belle of the ball dancing with guy after guy. I smiled to myself, waving at her on the dance floor, because I knew I'd be getting some of that sweet thing tonight when we got home and they would only masturbate thinking about her. 

My lovely wife sat down around 11. "I don't think I can dance another dance, I'm beat," said the girl I'd been married to for six years. "Those boys have too much energy. Say, tiger, did you save some energy for me?"

"Not for dancing honey, but I will do a special tango with you when we get home," I chuckled. 

She knocked my shoulder, calling me incorrigible. But with a smile. Yes, I was going to get some tonight.

We laughed a little more, drank two for the road and bid our goodbyes before heading to the car at about midnight. It had been a great evening. 

On the ride home Piper laughed when I placed my hand on her breast. "The boys loved these tonight, everyone loved to see them bounce around on the dance floor. But I have to admit I liked looking at your ass much more." 

Piper mumbled something about enjoying herself, slowly moving her hand to my thigh. "It made me horny dancing with all those studs," said my wife, slurring just a little. "Good thing there weren't many slow dances or there might have been trouble."

All out banter had got me excited, but apparently I had slipped over the center line.

"WATCH IT," cried out Piper. 

I jerked the wheel over and narrowly missed a car that was booming its horn. Damn. Should pay attention to driving not the lovely lady beside me.

Uh oh.

Flashing lights in the rearview caused me to focus all attention to the road.

Shit, on no, it was the cops.

"Driver's license and registration," said the familiar voice. It was Billy Caufield, a classmate from high school who had dated Piper before me. "Have you been drinking sir?"

"Come on Billy...."

"Sir, get out of the car!"

Okay, okay I thought, I'd go along with the charade. 

Billy's partner, an older, burly man, stood to the side with his hand on his gun while Billy was asking me questions about where we'd been, what we'd been drinking, and where we were going. 

I casually gave him the information, admitting we'd had "a couple" drinks but that I was sober as a judge. 

Billy told the other officer to handle things while he stepped to the other side of the car to speak with Piper. The officer led me away from the card and asked me to count backward from 100. Then he had me repeat several sentences. Finally he had me walk the line, as they call it. 

At the end of the examination he said he thought I was over the limit. I disagreed, of course. I know what I can drink, how much, and explained we were merely fooling around a little on the drive and my attention stumbled for a second. I was fine.

"Oh, like my partner is doing fine?"

I looked at the guy, then toward the car. Piper was leaning through the open window, sucking Billy's cock. 

Starting toward the door, the officer grabbed my arm...hard. "Don't move."

Standing still, I watched as Piper's head worked the cock of her former boyfriend. I couldn't believe she was doing it. Billy looked toward us and wrapped his hands around my wife's head, guiding her up and down his throbbing cock.

"I think she's passed the breathalyzer," said Billy. "How did he do on the test?"

"Drunk as a skunk," said the burly one. "We have to take his ass downtown."

It was all surreal. It was as if Piper and I weren't there, but we were. I was standing in the street with a cop holding my arm and Piper was blowing his partner like a slut.

Feeling helpless, I averted my eyes but Billy called and I looked over. 

"Piper here told me, uh, before she got hungry, that you spent a weekend in Sheriff Bill's county lockup last fall for DWI," said the policeman. "You know, tonight when we take you in you get two weeks, with no time off for good behavior. Man, that will suck.

"Piper said your boss nearly fired you for the last DWI, says he will fire you for sure if we take you in this time. So, she's agreed to post your, uh, special bail for you if Buster and I agree.

"Hey Buster, what do you say. Do we give Jon a break here? Do we give him a warning and let him go home and fuck his wife tonight? Or, do we take him downtown, book him, and let him lose his job and spend a couple weeks in the pokey?"

What an Asshole.

"Okay, you've had your fun Billy, this has gone far enough," I said as emphatically as I could. "Stop and I won't tell anyone. Piper won't either."

The guy laughed. "You know, her mouth feels as good as ever, but your mouth is going to get you into trouble. Now you have pissed me off. We're going to take you downtown for DWI but also a little resisting arrest and maybe trying to bribe a police officer. Who knows what will stick, but you will be broke from the lawyer's fees, lose your job, and still spend time in the pokey."

"But..."

"But nothing," Billy stopped me from saying more. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be held against you in a court of law..."

Billy rambled on Miranda while Piper kept sucking his cock. He was really enjoying this. I was not. But there wasn't a think I could do.

The burly cop walked me to the back of the squad car and sat me down so he could call in the bust. 

I watched Piper continue to fellate her former boyfriend as the burly cop walked over. Soon, Piper got out of the car and got into the back seat of the squad car. Billy got into my car while the other cop walked our way. 

Piper came back into her seat, a guilty look on her face. "Billy, it's the only way. You can't get hauled in again. Kiss me now."

I moved over and kissed my wife, tasting the cock that had been in her mouth. At least he had not come in her mouth. It was humiliating, though. We drove for a minute or two before turning down a secluded tree covered dirt road.

Stopping, the burly cop told me to get out of the car. I kissed Piper again, figuring she would finish the blow job and we'd be on our way home. 

As we walked toward my car Billy came up to me. "You have a wonderful wife who is going to be your get out of jail free card. So I don't want you to say a word and be a good little boy. Got it?"

Nodding, I was guided to my car and my wrists handcuffed loosely to the steering wheel.

Soon, the back door opened and Piper sat on the seat. I watched as Billy slithered in front of her.

"You know what to do," was all he said. 

Piper unzipped his trousers and reached in. She pulled out his cock, looked at it, then bent forward and kissed the tip. Then she licked up and down the side before closing her lips around it. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down the cock.

Billy wasn't satisfied with the blow job alone. Rather, he had to discuss it with me.

"Hey Jon your wife knows how to suck cock. Well, I taught her well, didn't I? I think every one of our dates ended with her sucking me off. Remember Piper? Remember how you'd suck me off at a drop of a hat? Hell, you even blew me in the back seat of my Chevy with Roger and Barry in the front seat watching. Remember? You gave them a blow job lesson that night. I should have let you blow them too. And that was nice tonight, you kneeling on the seat and coming out of the window for my cock. Nice."

Piper never missed a beat, sucking on Billy while he relayed story after story of how Piper liked to suck his cock, even in a dressing room at Macy's where they were caught in the act. How she fucked him on his daddy's pool table ("He was pissed off at me until I told him what happened. There was a little stain there, you see, we couldn't get out. Piper had to apologize, didn't you, slut?") Damn this was embarrassing.

Piper finally pulled away from the man. "You bastard, you bastard, shut up."

Billy laughed. "Aw, he knows you weren't a virgin when you married him. Damn, I know I wasn't the first. There was Andy, Colby, Allen, Peter...."

The policeman pushed Piper onto her back. "Lift your dress for me before I tear it off you."

"NOOO," came the cry from my mouth. 

"Shut up, Jon, you got her into this. She's getting you out. So shut your mouth."

Piper scooted her dress up, first above her knees, and then higher, baring the stocking tops and garter belt she'd worn for my eyes only. I watched as Billy reached up and slid off her lacy light blue panties, left atop the garter straps for easier removal. He sat on the back seat and started fingering her pussy.

"Hey Buster, she's soaking wet, the bitch needs some cock, and she's going to get it!"

Billy maneuvered himself between my wife's legs and rubbed his dick up and down her slit. Then he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

"Damn, she's hot, she's still tight."

The policeman lifted her legs up high, one going onto the back window ledge and the other around the passenger side head rest. I didn't have a great view, but I could see the man rutting my wife, fucking her hard. I heard her grunts and groans as he pounded her pussy harder and harder.

In and out he went, as I saw his ass move quickly up and down on top the willing woman. My wife was his receptacle, she was there fucking him to get me out of jail. I couldn't bear to watch but I had to. It was so very erotic. 

He lifted her a little higher and I heard those frantic words.

"Not there! Ohhh."

Piper cried out and I tried to jump back only to be held by the cuffs on the steering wheel.

"I always wanted her ass when we were going out, now I have it," grunted out the cop. "Oh, I'm fucking your ass. Oh yea, take it baby, take my cock Piper. Take it up your ass."

I started beeping the horn, trying to attract attention, but the only attention I received was from Buster, who told me to shut up. Looking at him, I know I was doomed, so I shut my mouth as Piper took the cock up her ass.

He was a machine, pounding my wife in a place that had never been taken. He quickened his pace as entry became easier. 

My whirlwind mind was snapped back to attention when Billy announced to us he was going to cum.

"Oh yes, damn, I'm cumming in your wife's ass, oh yes!" said the cop with a major grunt as he exploded into my wife's virgin behind. She would never let me do it, now she had been taken by her former boyfriend. And it was my entire fault for drinking too much. 

Billy collapsed on my sobbing wife. 

They remained silent for a couple minutes before Piper asked if he was satisfied.

"Yes, Piper my dear, as far as I am concerned we can forget this all happened."

Our ordeal was over. I watched as Billy backed out of the back seat and pulled up his pants. "Your wife is quite hot, just like I remembered her."

I didn't say a word. I didn't want to set him off in any way. I just wanted to hold Piper and get her home.

"Where do you think you are going," said Buster as Piper started to get out of the back seat. 

He pushed her back and dropped his pants. "You know, you are only half done here," said the burly cop. 

Back onto her back went my wife, only to be told to turn around.

"Get onto your hands and knees," said the second cop whose cock was enormous compared to Billy's. Hell, it was huge.

Piper finally understood her work was not complete. She moved into position before the realization hit her. 

"No, not again. Not up my ass."

I saw the cop smile. "Why waste a good opportunity. My wife never takes it up the ass. You are a pro at it."

With that Buster powered his massive cock into my wife's gaping ass, now well lubricated by Billy's cum. The man wasted no time in fucking my wife from behind. I couldn't see her face but I could hear her groans as the cop showed her little mercy. He banged my wife's ass with rocking precision. 

The guy knew what he wanted and was taking it. 

Back and forth he went, banging my wife as she gasped and grunted to the tune of his pounding. He fucked her quick, holding her buttocks tightly and he railed deep and hard. 

"I'm cumming in your wife," announced Buster. "Oh yes, I'm cumming."

The man rocked in and out of my wife, exploding into her shit chute and lubing it more than ever. I think it had been a while since he'd cum because he pushed and rocked and enjoyed my wife to the max.

When he was done he slapped her on the ass a couple times as she sunk into the cushion. He backed out of the car and dressed high fiving Billy for their good fortune. 

The officers came around to the driver's side and issued me a formal warning. 

It was Buster who noticed the tent in my pants. "Did the action get you horny, Mr. Roberts?"

Silently staring back at him, he unhooked the cuffs and led me out of the car. He walked me around the back of the car and to the open door. 

"Go ahead," said Buster. "She's ready for you."

Dropping my pants I climbed into the back seat, startling Piper. "Jon, what...no more, what are you doing?"

Lifting her up, I had but one thought.

Which hole?



Oh No Not Her Again!



It's an eye-opener I have to confess...

You'd like to be watched having sex. Um, ok, I say, thinking you mean you want me to watch you wank or something but no, it's really you'd like us to be watched having sex. I stop swirling my morning tea in mid-stir over the breakfast table, eyes slightly more open now. Um... okaaaaaaay... my response is slowly slurred as my thoughts struggle for clarity after the cosy glow, post-shagged-raw of a night I just shared with you. Have you got a camera hidden in there somewhere? Is that what you're saying?

It's a fantasy of yours... the idea of another woman watching us fucking. Woooaahhhh... my thoughts start ringing alarm bells... another woman? Aren't I enough? Am I doing something wrong? OK, who is she? Why didn't I see the warning signs...

You hand closes over mine, reassuringly. There is no other... yet. My eyes burn into yours, searching for a trace of a lie. There is none. You're being as open and honest in this as you are about sex... after all we've hidden nothing from each other so far.

So I shrug... okay... why not. It might spice things up further. I remember the rough raw wild shag I got at that adult shop... a spontaneous hot fuck that really got me going. I suppose I can see it working but would I get all het up, green-eyed jealous at you oggling another woman and while it's me you're pounding you wish it were her? 

Time passes. The discussion hasn't gone any further and it drops from my mind. You suggest an evening winter walk but as I choose some warm thick clothing you whisper in my ear, 'No, something shorter... sexier... daring.' At my smile and raised eyebrow, you add, 'I may have a surprise... '

Hmmmm, well when I mentioned my fantasy about sex outside I was thinking more a sunny deserted beach or private courtyard in the Med, not a cold shuddery shag in an English forest in January. A very cold January. A January where you should be snuggling in bed under a thick duvet, or embraced naked on a fluffy rug in front of a burning fire.

So despite my bum going cold cos my thong doesn't cover it, and very sheer black hold-ups instead of my comfy opaques, the tops of which are barely covered by my denim mini but which - I demand - is covered by a long coat you don't seem to mind, we brave out into the wintery wind. It's okay for you in your comfy cords but the breeze brrrrs up my skirt and while roused to wetness I fear I'm going to get icicles tween my thighs instead of you.

But our path doesn't take us to the country. Instead you lead me to the outskirts of town and horrified familiarity creeps up me like your hand on my thighs. We go past the adult shop... no, not past... you stop and nod to the door. Yep, a surprise alright. What have you got in mind? It's open late like always but only 10 mins to closing. Well mebbe you've found something naughty I like after all so this is a quick retail commando raid before something better, indoors and warmer. I shrug again and follow you in.

At the till, the stick boob woman is there, and her face lights up but not in the usual practiced-to-customers way. 'John!' she greets you as if an old friend, 'And Sandra! I'm so glad you could make it!' I feel like I've been put in a spotlight, as if some surprise party has been planned and suddenly I'm gonna be surrounded by old friends and given a shock re-run of my life so far - I'm so giddy with dismay it flashes before my eyes. If she knows your name what else have you been up to with her? And my name too. What else have you told her about me?

As my eyes lock on yours and silently demand an explanation, stick woman slips from behind the till and swiftly locks up. She doesn't seem so young and is dressed fashionably and maturely sexily. Her work finished and lights off, she ushers us like old friends thru the back and into a room. I expect a lounge but it turns out to be a picturesque girly bedroom, done out in pinks and purples - my fave colours. It has a warmth and familiarity I can't immediately put my finger on... then I realise someone has tried to make it like my old bedroom at my parents' home, years ago when I was a teen. 

You sit me on the bed, a nice soft but firm bed that smells of roses and lemons - my fave scents - mixed with the more immediate Excite perfume I wear. And as the warm of the covers thaws my bum back to feeling, you remind me of your fantasy of wanting to be watched... by her. Her of all people. But then she was responsible for one of the horniest impromptu fucks ever. Mixed sensation of appeal and being appalled. Not her again. How? Why? When...?

'You're probably wondering how I know John,' Stick woman starts once she feels I'm sitting as comfortably as I'm going to be without an explanation. Well gosh no I just thought I'd sit here like a ninny while you two bemuse me... 'Well he had been popping in here to try and find things for you... undies, toys... and we got chatting.' So that's where my vibe had come from? I blush cos she knows I use one. Oh fuck. What a real slut I must seem. When I get us outta this hell, you are so gonna get an ear full. 

Dumb with continuing shock, I feel you place your hands over mine on my lap as you take up the story, 'Ginnie is a virgin,' I hear you say, 'but now has someone in her life... ' The room spins as I imagine you've gone from someone watching to couple swapping in a sly unsuspecting move and wonder if he's gonna step from behind the curtain. But no, 'I said I'd like someone to watch us, and Ginnie would like to so she can learn what to do, before... you know'. 

Now Ginnie is blushing as her secret is revealed. In brief words she explains how her family run the business and while she's been manager of a sex shop for a few years now, dressing like a tart for the customers, she has values and has saved herself until finding someone special. I notice the engagement ring I'd missed before. 'The wedding is next month... I can read all the books on sex I want and watch any amount of porn,' she explains, with an almost horrified nod towards the shop, 'but I want to know from two people who really know and care for each other.'

I could almost laugh at the strange absurdity of it. I knew I'd be better at it and I am... and now she wants to learn. She's not stupid, nor naive, just inexperienced. I'm not sure whether to be shocked or pleased but decide on the latter, recalling my own fumbling painful first time. I thought I knew it all from sex ed, girls mags and the like but didn't. It had hurt like nothing had ever hurt before, and even if she thinks me a slut or exhibitionist, I wouldn't want any other woman to go through that even if I hated her with all my soul.

'You dont have to give a running commentary,' she laughs, 'Just do what you two do naturally and I'll watch.' She tugs off her own jumper and skirt to reveal a quite sexy sheer black babydoll, suspenders and stockings that make her seem sultry and enticing, and I realise this is for your benefit, and ultimately mine. And I feel another mix of bemusement and pride that while you might desire her, I know you haven't - and hopefully never will have - had her. You're mine, and now you're gonna prove it. 

I'm not sure where to start so let you lead... after all I'm sure you've discussed all the possible positions... and you take off my coat and lay me in my mini skirt and - if you'd warned me - see thru black top with 'tickle my fancy' in red stitching cross my boobs. The kinda thing you don't wear for an audience. I blush but Ginnie nods a kind appreciation of it as she brings out a notebook and pencil, jotting and sketching our intimacy.

You strip down to your boxies and I can see your appreciation of Ginnie, sitting cross-leggedly professional like a fantasy secretary... bigger, stiffer, wet patchier than ever and even my awkward shyness melts into lusty need. The wetness tween my thighs trickles glisteningly from under the slender thong and I feel that itchy arousal only you can bring... that only you can scratch and satisfy. You ease the soaked undies from my hips, plucking it tenderly but damply from the sucking softness of my juicy peach before your hot rough tongue slips into me, drawing lines of passion up and down, and swirling it stirringly round and round.

You drive me wild and I reach down to make you kneel up so I can pull your boxies down and off, while you unbutton my skirt, lift my bum and legs and tear it up them, discarded with an enjoying whooop from Ginnie. I'd almost forgotten she was there, as it should be. But I'm only aware now of the largest, hardest, back-rearing and vein-knotted oozing erection I've ever seen, ever felt you have, and it's all mine. Provided Ginnie doesn't wanna touch or join in, there's plenty of you to go round for all our wonderous eyes. The itch inside goes off the scale and I don't just want you, I so sooooooo need you right now!

You almost rip my sheer top off and ravish my droopy 38ds with your mouth, your lips and tongue sucking and nibbling at my nips which, like your cock, must be so bigger-than-ever. They're trigger tender sensitive and your play fires burning waves of lust-driven sensation through me. As you had once described to me, I've become all juicy, needy cunt and you seem dwarfed by the growing rigid cock erupting from you that I want to fill it. I spread my parted thighs wider and pull you on top of me, your stiff steaming shaft finds me open, wet and hot, sliding in with a soft slurpy squelch as I feel you, enormous and energetic, touching every nerve within that almost makes me orgasm with that first powerful penetration.

Our lips meet, drive at each other, slide and nibble at ears, necks, chest and boobs in a fearful flurry of fiery passion. You rise and fall with pounding, grinding thrusts, each dive tearing increasingly louder moans, sighs and wails of pleasured ecstasy from me. You gasp and grunt my name... my name not hers, even if she is in your thoughts... before there is a sudden shuddering release, and I feel you empty yourself deep into me, filling me with hot stickiness that overflows tween my thighs. I burn with the heat of your cum, nails tearing at you as I am sent blissfully, noisily, wetly, trembling and quiveringly into mindless pleasure beyond feeling.

I'm not even given time to recover from my breathless rapture before you flip me over on my front, grip my hips up and roughly wildly enter me from behind doggy-style. Usually you need time to get hard and ardour again, but the sight of Ginnie who, with my face half-buried in the soft sweet smelling pillow, I can only hear scribbling away, must be really rousing you. As you pound me into a second sudden orgasm, and a third as you grind down on my g-spot, before cumming again in a gushing spurt of scorching stickiness which sears my soul, I find myself thanking her under my breath for such hot repeated deliverances.

Panting, I'm flipped over again to lie on my back, and as the room spins in my euphoria I see Ginnie at your ear, whispering, before disappearing back to her chair. Before I can think or even ask, you half sit me up and prop a pillow behind me, to straddle me kneeling, your still stiff cock waving before my face. I need no bidding to take its slippery shaft in one hand, cupping your still swollen balls in the other, and giving you the best blow job ever. I glance over at Ginnie, who has stopped noting and sits back, legs apart with one heel up on the chair, gently massaging her own soft fluffy triangle with girlish caution. I don't even care now cos of what I've got out of this kinky liaison, care even less when you reach back, your fingers delving pass my own hair into my soaked dribbling vagina, the heel of your palm pounding my mound and urging me in my sucking and licking. But I know you don't like to cum in my mouth, as much as I'm savouring the mix of your sour saltiness and tang of my own juices, and stop short of your climax.

Finally, you sit kneel back and let me straddle you, like we did that very first time. Now it's my turn and you sit there holding me up to you, lips once again exciting my ever-so-large pert nips, as I squeeze on you deep up inside me, even bigger and harder than before. I reach down and pull my ankles up, the feel of sheer fabric making me realise all this time I've still got my stockings on, and close my eyes. I am eternal woman and all juicy rippling cunt around you, milking your cock gently, massaging its veiny texture, mapping every move and pore until I know each nerve, each small twitch and tremble of it, until it erupts volcanically with lava hot semen. I imagine it clinging and coating the wibbly warmth from cervix to labia, oozing down my vagina and making squishy sucking sounds between me and you, as you let me slide off you to lie gasping at your side. I'm just in time to see Ginnie delicately finger her own bare clit into a small squeal of orgasm, and I realise she may still be intact down there, never daring to penetrate herself cos she wants her intended to do it. How frustrating it must be for her, surrounded day to day by couples like us who do it without abandon in her changing rooms, yet how wonderfully romantic and resolute of her.

Ginnie leaves us alone with tissues and a bowl of warm water to clean ourselves up before leaving, and there's a hint we may do it again a few times - in the sake of Ginnie's education as loving wife and not my own naked lust - before she walks down the aisle to true womanhood. She gives us both a peck on the cheek before whispering in my ear, 'Y'know, when you were orgasming, you looked so... beautiful.' I blush as you wonder what's been said, but keep it my secret. I like this woman now, and mebbe after she's married there are still things I can teach her. Girl, I hope you have some pleasant surprises in store...

And then we're out, arm-in-arm, into the late wintery night. And I ask how much of what you gave me was due to Ginnie. 'Her?' you reply, slightly astonished, 'For the most part I was looking at you. Didn't you enjoy it?'

God yes! I think, and your answer makes me glow even more in the dark... 



Oh No She Didn't



Carmen returned from the supermarket -- to find Jake, up and about, in the kitchen, no less. Wearing sweats instead of pajamas.

Surprised, she said, "Hi."

He smiled at her. "Hey."

Carmen laughed, "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. I feel like I've turned a corner or something. I was just making something for a late breakfast. Hope you don't mind. I'm hungry."

"Of course I don't mind. I would imagine you must be starving."

"Just about." He shut off the stove. "Here, you want some?"

She took the wooden spoon he offered and took a taste of the corned beef hash he'd made. "Mm. Yum."

"Want to join me for breakfast?"

"Sure!"

Five minutes later, they sat down for breakfast. Jake didn't say very much, as he was too busy ravenously shoveling food into his mouth. Carmen didn't say anything at first, because this was the first good meal he'd eaten since he'd come home. Matter of fact, if she blinked, the food disappeared.

Carmen said, "Where did you put all that?"

Sheepishly, Jake said, "In the other leg. Sorry."

Carmen laughed. "Oh, Jake. I'm just glad you're hungry."

"Me, too. What did you get at the store?"

"Dinner for tonight." Carmen ate in silence for a few minutes. "Jake?"

"Yeah, Carmen?"

"Do you mind if I go see my boyfriend this afternoon? It's been a few days since I've last seen him."

"Don't mind at all."

A couple of hours after breakfast, Carmen went into the guest bedroom, pulled out her red shirtdress, some lingerie, and headed up the hall to the bathroom.

She went into the bathroom, rubbed herself down with baby oil, and put on her makeup. She gave her pussy a thorough examination as well. It was still smooth, from the last time she shaved it. Maybe Bobby would want to give her oral this time, although she doubted it. Bobby, like other black men she knew, never seemed to want to eat her pussy, although he was never shy about asking her to suck his cock.

But that was why she kept enjoying a friends-with-benefits relationship with Samantha. She at least was always willing to satisfy.

Carmen slipped the birth control sponge inside her pussy, and put on a little something-something for Bobby, namely a red lace demi-cup push-up bra, and crotch-less red panties, each with a dainty little red satin bow in the exact front center. 

Finally, she put on her dress, and stepped out of the bathroom.

She came out of the bathroom, and glided back down the hall to the guest bedroom, where she put on a pair of diamond-stud earrings, and slipped on her boots, then checked her purse for all the essentials, and headed back into the hallway. She stopped at the doorway to Jake's bedroom. She saw Jake sitting on his bed, and felt a tiny pang of...something. 

Jake asked, "Is there any hot water left?"

Laughing a little, she said, "Yes, of course there is. I'd imagine you're feeling a little grungy, too, huh?"

"Yeah. I want to take a shower."

Carmen casually slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder. "I won't be very long. Just a couple of hours."

"No worries. Just be back before dinner."

"Okay. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just be careful and drive safely."

Carmen smiled. "I promise."

Keys jingling and heels clicking, she went up the hallway.

Carmen left the house, walked directly to her car, and drove away.

Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, she felt her pussy become wet. The closer she got, the wetter she got. Bobby was her boyfriend, and she did miss him.

Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up to his apartment building, killed the ignition, got out, locked her door, and walked directly for his apartment.

She thought she heard bedsprings squeaking, as she walked up the steps to his front door. She blushed, thinking someone else besides her was having a good afternoon. Bobby had given her an extra key to his apartment. She slid that key easily into the lock and turned it. The door opened silently.

She stepped inside with equal silence; the carpeted floor muffled the sounds of her high-heeled boots. But when she closed the door, it closed with an audible click. 

And now she could hear the moaning. Loud and clear. 

The moaning-and-bedsprings symphony paused suddenly. Carmen stopped, hand on her mouth, right where she was, and held her breath, not even daring to exhale.

A breathless female voice whispered, "Bobby?"

Bobby's voice said, "What? Why are you stopping?"

"I thought I heard something."

"Don't worry about it."

"Didn't you say your girlfriend Carmen has a key?"

"I said, forget it."

"But don't you want--"

"No, I want you to put my cock back in your pussy!"

"Okay!"

Carmen heard a new noise -- a sharp intake of breath, a gasp.

The symphony resumed.

Judging by the high-pitched, nasal quality of the female voice, he was fucking a white woman. Carmen's pussy was wet no longer. Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach.

But her anger was the cold type. She wasn't the type to go in the bedroom and confront him, most unusual for a black woman. Instead, she sat on his couch in the darkness, not even bothering to turn on the lamp. She folded her arms over her breasts, and crossed her legs, bobbing one leg up and down idly. And waited for him to finish fucking this white girl.

Might as well give him her key back, since she was here. Yeah, she could have just left the key, and sent him a text message. But that would be too easy.

She wanted to see his face. Wanted him to see her face.

She had not even a passing interest in a threesome -- not with her ex-boyfriend and this no-booty skinny white girl, at least.

Carmen was impressed, as she glanced at the time on her cell phone. Bobby was lasting a long time. But she had no interest in knowing how he was lasting so long, either. She just wanted to break up with him, and get back to the house.

She waited ten minutes for the symphony to conclude. The rhythm of the squeaking bedsprings got fast, then slowed down, then got fast, then slowed down. Then faster -- and stopped. The moaning followed the cadence of the squeaking, reached a crescendo, and subsided.

It didn't turn her on in the slightest. She had to press her lips together to stifle the noises of contempt in her mouth. She was glad the lamp wasn't on.

Then the conversation in the bedroom turned to more mundane matters. She heard the woman say, "Bobby, honey?"

"Yeah, Wendy?"

"Can you get me a glass of water, please?"

"Did I wear you out, baby?"

"Oh, god, did you ever. I'm glad Jake broke up with me."

Carmen had to cover her mouth. Jake! Oh, Jake.

"So am I."

"Good."

"So you see what I mean now about black cock?"

"Yes, I do, believe me. Just don't choke me with that thing next time when I'm going down on you."

Bobby chuckled. "Yeah, well, you shouldn't be so good at sucking dick."

"Thanks. I think."

"Be right back."

"Okay."

She heard the sheets rustling. Then a grunt as Bobby put on a pair of shorts. She was glad for that. She didn't want to see him naked, with his wet dick hanging down between his legs.

Finally, he came out into the kitchen. Bobby still looked the same, five-ten, solid frame, chocolate skin, black hair worn in wild dreadlocks.

Carmen reached out and snapped on the lamp on the side table next to her.

Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin. He rasped out, "Carmen?"

She stood. Time to end this circus. "Yes."

He frantically shushed her. "Keep it down!"

"What, Bobby? Don't you want your girlfriend to know I'm here?"

"Carmen, you're my girlfriend."

She shook her head. "If you're fucking another woman behind my back, then I'm obviously not your girlfriend."

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

She kept her voice to a whisper. "I came down here to surprise you. Looks like I was the one who got surprised, huh?"

"Carmen, this isn't what it looks like."

She didn't even bother to dignify that lie with a response. She just shook her head, and laughed. Then she gently put her spare key in his hand.

And walked out the door.

Only a single tear ran down her cheek as she left his apartment and quickly walked across the parking lot, her boot heels clicking rapidly on the asphalt.

But she wasn't too sad. Because she had been able to break up with Bobby. On her terms. For her own reasons. And if anybody asked her what those reasons were, she would be all too happy to tell them.

And now, as she sat in her car, she thought of poor Jake, and her pussy got warm and wet all over again. 

And fresh tears began coursing down her cheeks.

She wiped her tears away. But they weren't for her. Her tears were for Jake. She wanted to go back to the house, find Jake, and make soft tender love to him, so soft and so tender, he would think he'd died and gone to Heaven. But not to get back at Bobby. She wanted to get back at Wendy.

She reached in her purse for her keys, and slid them into the ignition.

And then stopped before she turned the key.

I have to call Samantha.

Carmen reached into her purse for her cell phone.

"Thank you for calling the Darryl Strawberry agency. My name is Samantha, how may I direct your call?"

Carmen sniffed. "You can start by saying I told you so."

"Carmen?"

She wiped her tears away. "Yeah. It's me."

"Are you okay, sweetheart? You sound strange. Is Jake okay?"

"Yeah. Jake's okay. I'm not so hot."

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"I went to find Bobby. I found Bobby."

"Was he fooling around on you?"

"Yes. And you'll never guess who with."

"Who?"

"Jake's ex-girlfriend Wendy."

There was a loud gasp. "That son of a bitch! Her, too!"

"Yeah."

"Well, I can't really say this is a surprise."

"Yeah. I know."

"But, I have to admit, I didn't see that coming. They're made for each other."

"I guess. But you know what this means, Samantha?"

"What Cici?"

"I'm free to follow my heart."

"Just follow your promise, too."

"Yeah." She hung up and sighed. So much for making soft tender love.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled into the driveway of Jake's house, put on the parking brake, and turned off the ignition, sighing again.

She berated herself for her earlier moment of weakness. It would be so wrong to make love to Jake, on so many levels, it wouldn't even stand up to minor contemplation. She had, after all, made a promise. And he was a client, even if it was unofficial.

Nope, she definitely wasn't going to go there.

But still, the fantasy lingered in her mind. And she couldn't get it out!

Carmen could still feel the warmth emanating from her pussy, as she got out of the car and walked up the driveway to the front door.

The screen and the front doors were still closed and locked. As quietly as possible, she unlocked the door and went inside.

To darkness.

No lights, no television. Not even the computer was on.

"Jake?"

She stood there a few moments, waiting for her eyes to adjust. As quietly as possible in the dark, she went to the lamp by the door, and snapped it on.

She put her purse on the couch. Then she walked across the room, and down the hall, and stopped at the doorway to Jake's bedroom. 

Carmen smiled fondly, her head tilted slightly.

He was laying there on his back, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady, placid pace. He had apparently done as he'd said he would, and taken a shower. All he wore was a towel, and hadn't bothered to cover himself with a blanket. She couldn't help but stare, because she could see for herself that he apparently worked out regularly. His torso was lean, muscular, and ripped. His arms and legs were lean and muscular, as well.

But that wasn't all she could see. The towel he had around his waist had come loose, thanks to a visible tent in the towel. She blushed, her mouth open a little.

Well, someone's having sweet dreams!

Carmen's mouth started to water. She licked her lips.

Her brain was screaming at her, to turn around, go back up the hallway, go watch television, go read, go take a cold shower, go do something! To do anything else, except what she wanted to do.

But she couldn't move. Her legs wouldn't obey the commands her brain sent. Or maybe her brain didn't want to go back up the hallway, either. 

Carmen smiled to herself. This would be the first time her brain, her heart, and her libido were all on the same page!

It felt good, too.

In silence, she slipped off her boots, and left them in the hallway. Then she stepped inside the room. Barefoot, she approached the bed. In slow motion, she climbed on the bed, crawled across to where Jake lay, and pulled the towel away, completely exposing his pale flesh.

His cock was gloriously erect and upright, pointing straight to the ceiling. It was the same pale milky white color as the rest of him, the head pink and swollen, the shaft smooth, except for veins on the surface. She couldn't tell the size in inches, but it had nice girth, and suitable length.

Knowing there would be no going back, but still wanting Jake very much, she reached over, and enclosed her slender brown fingers around his white cock.

The contrast was beautiful!

Yes, he was magnificently erect, his penis stiff to the touch, the flesh firm in her fingers. Not holding back anymore, she started jacking him off.

Using both her soft fingers and her long nails, she ran her hand slowly up and down his shaft, feeling the smooth pale skin. His cock hardened even more.

Her mouth was watering so much it almost hurt. Not waiting a second longer, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. She wasn't shy in the least, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, and left a ring of red lipstick around his cock for good measure.

She thought he would be awake by now, and risked a look up, as she sucked him. Nope, the poor thing, still sacked out.

She also thought she would be satisfied with just sucking his cock.

She was wrong there, too. And she didn't dare try to get out of bed to get her purse from the couch, where she kept the unopened box of condoms. They might as well have been on the moon.

Fortunately, she still had the sponge in her pussy. Glancing at his alarm clock, she did some quick figuring in her mind -- making a decision.

That decision was that Jake Dixon, would be her first white man. She unbuttoned her dress, shrugged out of it, and pulled it off her shoulders, and down her arms. The fabric slipped from her baby-oiled body effortlessly.

Naked now but for bra and crotch-less panties, she straddled Jake, held his dick in her fingers, and rubbed the pink head of his cock against her brown pussy. She looked down, just as the head went inside her pussy, and fell in love with the contrast!

Carmen sank down all the way, with a gasp, and stayed there a minute, enjoying the feeling of his white dick all up in her pussy.

Oh my god, it feels so good!

Looking down at the wonderful contrast between her flesh and his, she lifted her booty, then dipped it low, and picked it up slow.

She moved her hips slowly, and gently. He'd been through so much, all she wanted was to give him soft gentle loving.

Oh shit, this feels so fucking good!

She closed her eyes, listening to his cock moving inside her wet pussy, and the bedsprings starting to squeak. She added long sensuous moans to the symphony.

And then, she felt hands. On her waist.

Opening her eyes again, she saw Jake, wide-awake finally, caressing her smooth brown skin with his white hands, which were nice and warm, thanks to his asthma medication.

She smiled at him, as she stroked his arms. "Hi, baby."

He said a sleepy, "Hi. What are we doing?"

"We're making love. Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell, no."

Carmen laughed through her moans. "Good. Very good." She leaned forward, and kissed his lips so softly and gently, she thought he would cry.

"You want these black tits, baby?"

"You have to ask?"

"Take off my bra."

Jake moved his hands up her sides, then up her back, and undid the clasp. Using the tips of her long red nails, Carmen pushed the straps down around her arms, and tossed the bra behind her.

Still riding his cock, Carmen looked down as Jake filled his hands with her breasts. "Aren't they beautiful?"

"Oh my god, they're great." He gently fondled and squeezed them.

"Wouldn't you like to suck them, baby?"

Jake slipped his arms around her, and tried to sit up, but Carmen pushed him back down, gently. She hung her breasts within range of his mouth and hands. He alternated between her left and right breasts, licking her nipples, then sucking on them with rather gentle intensity.

The sensations added to her pleasure, knowing she was giving him pleasure, even as she kept moving her hips, up and down, up and down.

She ran her nails through his hair, pulling back somewhat, to kiss him, so softly and so tenderly. "Jake, can I ask you something?"

"Uh...yeah, I guess."

She giggled. "Have you ever been with a black woman?"

"Like this? No."

"You mean, I'm your first?"

"Yes. My. First."

"You're my first white man. Did you know that, baby?"

Jake shook his head wordlessly. Carmen kissed him again, deeply and passionately, then lifted herself up again, and kept riding him in that slow easy way of hers. But her dips were becoming more urgent.

They didn't say anything more, their motions slowly built up to a quicker cadence, but still that slow speed. Their own bedsprings-and-moaning symphony continued in steady unbroken cadence, until Carmen felt her pussy walls contract around his dick, and he suddenly stiffened up and grunted loudly. Not wanting to break the spell, she kept him inside her, feeling his cock pulse. She leaned forward, and kissed him, softly and gently, letting her tongue play against his. She kept moving her hips slowly, until she felt both their orgasms fade.

And then she climbed off him, settling into his embrace.

Carmen snuggled up to Jake, and pulled the covers up. Oddly, he didn't react either way, except to put his right arm under her, and around her waist. She sighed, sounding like she felt, completely satisfied.

Jake stared up at the vaulted cathedral ceiling. "Carmen. What have we done?"

Her voice was soft and smooth as satin. "We just made love."

"Yeah. I know. I was there."

She chuckled. "I'll be honest. I surrendered to a moment of personal weakness."

"A moment of weakness? Are you serious?"

"Baby, shush for minute."

Jake quieted.

"When I went to go see my boyfriend today -- well, ex-boyfriend now -- I caught him with another woman."

"No way. Are you serious?"

"Yes, very serious. And you'll never guess who I caught him with."

"When you put it that way, it makes me afraid to guess. Who?"

"It was Wendy."

His face whirled to meet hers. "How do you know?"

"I heard them together, Jake. Heard them talking. Heard them fucking."

Jake's face tightened. He stared at the ceiling again. "I see."

Carmen put her hand on his chest, marveling again at the beautiful contrast. "That was why I made love to you."

He looked at her, openly. "And why was that?"

"I felt you deserved something for all you'd been through."

Despite himself, Jake smiled. "I appreciate your selfless nature."

Laughing, Carmen replied, "Thank you. Just don't tell Samantha."

"Why not?"

Carmen rolled her eyes. "Jake, not only would she kill me, but she would more than likely never talk to you again."

"I'm not following."

"I do not believe you. Please do not tell me you haven't realized that Samantha is crazy about you."

Jake opened his mouth to protest, but closed it. He spared Carmen a glance. "I haven't had the chance to really think about it lately. As you know."

"I do know. But now?"

"I just realized, the night I was in the hospital, Samantha was all dressed up like one of the characters in my books."




Oh No She Didn't



Carmen scratched his chest with her long nails. "Yes. The night of your birthday, she was going to give a present you wouldn't soon forget."

Jake was silent for a beat. "Oh my god."

"Is that good or bad?"

He gave her a look. "Are you kidding? That's good. I've been fantasizing about Samantha since the day I heard her voice on the phone. No offense."

Carmen smiled. "None taken. But Jake, we have to keep this from her."

"We do?" 

"Jake, she is so crazy about you. She wanted to be your first black woman."

"Wow. Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously!"

Jake stared at the ceiling again. "Damn." 

"I'm sorry I stole that honor from her, but I'm not sorry about how I feel right now, in your arms."

"You're not, huh? And why was that?"

Carmen smiled shyly. "Well. Thanks to you and all your books about black women and white men, I've wanted to try white cock for the longest time."

Jake grinned. "And how did you like your first white cock?"

"Oh my god, I loved it."

"So, my books did all that for you, huh?"

"Jake, baby, I'm not going to lie to you. I took this job because it was an opportunity to meet you."

"I'll have to thank Samantha some time."

She laughed. "Yeah. Definitely."

"There's only one problem."

"What's that, baby?"

"I don't know if I can go on without you."

"Sweetheart, you don't need me. Not anymore."

"No, I don't need you. But I need you."

Now it was Carmen's turn to be silent. "Sweetheart, I'm afraid we only have one choice to choose in that area."

"Why?"

"Jake, honey, you're a client."

Jake said, "And. So?"

"I just had sex with a client. It doesn't matter if it was sweet tender lovemaking, or just fucking. Either way, I've committed a major no-no."

"I'd rather not have to choose at all."

"I know, baby. Me, too. But sometimes we have to choose."

"Yeah. I know."

"But you know what?"

"What's that?"

"You will always be in my heart. And you will always have this in your heart. I was your first black lady. And you were my first white man."

He looked at her with passion in his eyes. "Just don't be a stranger. I don't want the next time I hear from you to be like Christmas or something."

"Okay. It's a deal. Besides, I didn't say I would be out of your life entirely. Just that you shouldn't get used to this."

"Yeah, well, you climbed into my bed."

Carmen swallowed. "I know."

Jake stared at the ceiling again and said, "God, I'm going to have so many stories to write...after I sort this all out."

Carmen laughed out loud. "You sure will!" She kissed him gently. "Let me go shower and change. I'll get dinner started."