0 comments/ 118949 views/ 6 favorites Angie's Affair By: csmsmith Angie Jones was lounging around the living room in her bra and panties as she did so often on these warm humid nights. Stan, her husband had been gone for several weeks now. His air wing was deployed for the second time since the war in Iraq began back in 2003. "I hate this war." She muttered to herself. "What did you say Mom?" Audrey Jones, Angie's daughter yelled from the back of the house. "Oh, nothing, I was just thinking out loud." Angie said with a sigh, settling down with a book to relax and read. As she began to read her mind wandered to those nights when Stan would find her like this, bra and panties, lounging lazily, and would tease her mercilessly insinuating that she was 'parading around naked'. She would intone that she was dressed well enough, besides it was her home, wasn't it? A smile crossed her lips as his stern look melted into a boisterous laugh, invariably followed by cuddles and kisses, and sometimes, if they were alone, they would have sex right there in the living room. Audrey shocked her back to reality, "I'm headed out Mom." "Be back by ten young lady." "Oh come on, eleven, OK?" Audrey pleaded. "You're seventeen, and ten is late enough for a girl your age." "OK, bye." And she was gone with a slam of the door. =*= The staccato noise of a lawn mower immediately outside her window drug Angie reluctantly from her slumber, she grudgingly rose to face the day. Managing to rustle up coffee and toast she sat in the kitchen nook with her breakfast and watched Pete mow the lawn. Pete lived across the street and had mowed the lawn since he was big enough to push a lawn mower. He was a nice boy, not real bright, but well mannered and reserved. At eighteen he was a year older than Audrey and had an infatuation for her that was not mutual. Angie and Stan were glad for that; Pete was nice, but certainly not what parents expect for a beautiful young daughter. Were they snobs? Perhaps, but expectations drive parents to extremes sometimes. Angie recalled when the kids were small and inquisitive about their differences. She had watched them together in the back yard giggling as they showed each other their private parts. Angie had scolded them for their transgressions and sent Pete home crying because he couldn't play with Audrey for a week. Angie smiled, remembering the hurt look on his face; he wasn't so concerned about being caught as he was hurt that he couldn't play for a week! She then remembered his little penis. It was little then, maybe an inch. She watched him now as he pushed the lawn mower and wondered if it had grown as much as he had. Looking intently, she didn't notice he had seen her watching, he waved, and suddenly she realized what she had been doing and blushed, rose from the chair and left the kitchen hurriedly. Angie showered and as she dried off with a large towel, moved to the bed room to get dressed. Every time she dressed it was a ritual. She was meticulous about the way she went about the entire act of dressing, even if it was just jeans and a blouse. She laid first the underclothes on the bed, followed by a pair of slacks. She stalled there for a moment trying to decide on what blouse would be appropriate for the day's activity. Totally oblivious to her was that Pete was watching her every move. She had left her bedroom door open, and from the side yard there was a window that allowed an unobstructed view down the hall into her boudoir. Pete couldn't believe his good fortune, for years he had done yard work for the Jones' and had tried numerous times to see Audrey naked, without any luck, now he was watching her mom, finally. Angie finished dressing, walked kitchen and cleaned the dishes, table and counter. She moved to her purse and pulled out her check book to write Pete a check for his labor. She met him at the back door just as she had done a hundred times before. She opened the door and greeted him "Hi, Pete, here's your hard earned pay." Pete appeared nervous and fidgety, but reached for the check nonetheless. As he grasped the edge of the check, for that instant that it took for one to grasp and the other to release, there was a joining of their eyes, just a glance, but so profound that each felt the surge that flowed through the connection. Angie felt flush and started to retreat. Pete, visibly disturbed, spun on his heel and ran through the patio to the side gate and then home. Angie did not realize what had happened, she hadn't recognized the reaction as sexual at all. But there had been a reaction, a connection. She forgot about it soon enough, and busied herself with house work and as the evening approached she began to miss Stan. It was Saturday and they always went out on Saturday nights. Not tonight, she thought, sadly. Audrey had plans for the evening and had left Angie to her own devices. Angie ran a tub of hot bubble bath and soaked until the water cooled. She dried off and went to dress, then thought better of it; why dress at all, there wasn't anyone around, "I'll just go commando!" she said out loud to her self. She found a quaint rose wine that she had saved for an evening just like this, poured a glass and stretched out on the living room rug to listen to music and read. She read for hours, it was now about nine and she had finished the bottle of wine. Rising on unsteady legs, she staggered to the hall bathroom to relieve herself, as she peed she heard someone, or something rustling along the side of the house. Startled, she finished abruptly, forgetting to wipe, and peered out the doorway looking toward the front of the house, she couldn't see through the curtains and surmised that who ever it was couldn't see in either. She ran to the bedroom and grabbed a dressing gown, quickly donning it and then slowly returned to the living room. She moved to the window, pulling the curtain back slightly and looked left, then right without seeing anything suspicious. Just as she was convinced that it was nothing, she spied someone across the street in the partial shadow cast from a shrub off the street light behind it. She pulled back, but continued to peer intently, trying tenaciously to keep the nebulous form in sight. For a split second the thought of a burglar crossed her mind and she lurched for the phone, terrified by the thought of being caught home alone with a mad man outside stalking her. She fumbled with the phone and was shaking so badly she couldn't press the correct numbers for the police. First she dialed 811, then 119. Thinking she was taking too long, she parted the curtains again to verify that the stalker was still there, and as she looked into the dark street a face appeared obliquely to the left, moving toward her. She brought the handset close to her face, keeping the man in sight and dialed – 9 – then looked again – 1 – trembling now – then she recognized the face – Pete. What was Pete doing? She continued to watch him as he moved to the side window. She lost sight of him, but he couldn't see her either. "What the fuck?" she muttered under her breath. Was he peeping on her? Had he been watching her all night? She pulled the robe tighter around her shoulders and crossed her arms in a defensive posture. Her mind raced, should she call the police? No, she thought, she would confront him herself. She stood and tied the robe belt with a quick knot and moved to confront Pete. As she caught sight of him leering into the darkness of the side window he was looking down the hallway away from her. Then she froze. A perverse thought ran through her mind, what if she just teased him a little then busted him? That would serve him right for scaring the shit out of her. She backed out of sight, loosened the knot in the belt, and let the front of the robe fall open loosely. She then began to wander around the house, here and there, giving a show to the young man in the window. As she wandered through the house she was mindful of his presence, and didn't leave his sight for long. Her persistent dramatic indulgence was taking its toll on the young man, as Pete began masturbating to the sight of Mrs. Jones prancing around, half naked. He massaged the crown gently at first, then more vigorously as she flashed the neatly trimmed bush that perched just above the dark shadow between her legs. He was hammering it now, the full length of it became hot and thick and pulsed as he convulsed raggedly, standing there, clinging desperately to the window sill. Hot streams of semen shot forth from his turgid penis, splattering the side of the house with his liquid lust. Slowing, he watched as she bent over, the robe she wore sliding to one side exposing her buttocks to him. This is the picture he stores as he turned from the window to retreat to the safety of the darkness of the shadows and his own home. Unbeknownst to Angie, Pete had left the window while she was still putting on the show for her secret admirer. She pretended to look at her leg as she placed it in a kitchen chair, stroked it, and parted her thighs ever so slightly, teasing Pete with the prize that hid there hot and well lubricated from the fantasy act she put on for him. Or was it for her benefit? She had enjoyed it immensely. She thought for a moment, no harm was done; he was just watching, maybe she could let it go – this time. In bed that night, Angie masturbated herself to orgasm, and recalled the satisfaction she experienced prancing and dancing for her secret admirer, for Pete. =*= From time to time the following week Angie would catch glimpse of Pete observing her as she came and went. She had come to expect his presence at any moment during the day; she was comfortable with him watching her. She had spied him several times watching through the window into her bedroom. Funny, she thought, it hadn't occurred to her that she could be seen in her bedroom while dressing. Now she made sure he could catch glimpses of her fully nude, only glimpses though, she wanted to tease not please. The week wore on dreadfully. Both Angie and Pete were frantic by Friday afternoon. Pete for his part just prayed that Mrs. Jones would stay in for the evening. Angie had prepared a show just for the evening, and hoped that her secret admirer would return to see what she had devised for him. Audrey had plans and prepared to beg her mom to stay out a little later than she normally was allowed. "Mom, do you think that just this once I could stay out a little later?" "OK, but home by midnight, Audrey." "You're the best, Mom," Audrey squealed, "see yah." And out the door she went. Angie bathed languorously, appointed herself as if she was going out on a date, and thought through the evening's presentation. Finishing, she stood, moved to the bedroom, and found a red sheer lace teddy, crotch-less panties, and matching slippers. Dressing had never been such an erotic act for her as it was this night, knowing that Pete was watching, waiting, and wanting her. She picked up a satin throw, a shawl really, and what looked like a travel bag, and walked into the living room. Angie had planned to take advantage of every visual angle so as to make it difficult for Pete to see everything; her intention was to tease him unmercifully while satisfying herself sexually. She placed the throw on the rug, and opened the bag, removing a flask of oriental jasmine body oil and opened it. She began by pouring a generous amount into her palm, and spreading it along her inner thighs, paying special attention to the creases in the back of her knees. Glancing toward the window, she looked to see if he was there. She doesn't see him, and wonders if he had been detained. But before the thought is completed, she hears a brush against the glass that signaled his presence. Angie reached for the bag and removed a bottle of personal lubricating oil – as if she needed it – and a small battery operated vibrator with a slender shaft, upturned at the end for proper 'g' spot stimulation. Daubing a smattering of the oil to the shaft, she places it at the opening of her silky folds, pressing, and then retreating slightly before pressing it fully into her vaginal opening. Pete was in position to see Mrs. Jones fully from the waist up from his position at the window. If only she would slide back, he thought, he could see what she was doing between her legs. He struggled to see more fully the scene unfolding there before him. He then thought if he could just get a little higher, he would see everything clearly. He looked around, but the only thing around was Audrey's bike. He thought against it, then changed his mind and wheeled the bike under the window, propped it up securely, and carefully placed one foot on the seat then the other on the handlebars. Balancing spread eagle in the window, Pete returned his attention to the object of his desire. She lay gently stroking the slim shaft in and out of her vagina. Reaching down, she turned the knob at the end of the shaft and it began to vibrate, a dull throbbing pulsation. Pete had never seen a real vagina – pictures yeah – but not a live woman. In his excitement his right foot slipped almost toppling him from his perch, catching himself, he tapped the window accidentally. Angie looked up as he tapped the window, catching a peek, and then averting her eyes before he caught her looking. She was now aware that he could see her fully from where he stood. A knowing smile passed her lips, she reveled in her naughty pose, and continued the gentle probing of her vagina, not yet searching out the 'g' spot, she wasn't ready to come – yet. Pete was pressed fully up against the glass, eyes wide with lust and with the fog from his breath staining the glass on every exhale. His penis was throbbing now. Unable to reach it and hold himself in this position, he tried to prop one foot on the window sill while the other remained on the bike. It seemed to work and he reached for his rigid shaft, releasing it from its prison. Pete stopped watching long enough to maneuver himself into position, and as he looked back what he saw shocked him to his core, he stopped breathing, then gasped out loud, "Shit." Angie had decided to move to phase two, she was on her knees, legs spread, her chest on the floor, both hands were in between her legs as one fondled her clit and the other plunged the vibrator in and out of her sopping snatch. Pete was fully erect, and stroking uncontrollably against the window pane, his testicles slapping time against his thighs with the head of his penis tapping the glass in front of him. Angie could clearly hear him now, and wondered if he had lost his senses. Still she continued the assault on her wildly gyrating crotch. Pete was close, real close, but as he shifted his weight so he could more fully stroke his bulging shaft, his foot slipped off the bike, he grabbed for the window with both hands and fell forward, crashing through into the house and landed unceremoniously on the floor face down, there was glass and splinters everywhere. Angie sat upright, turned and saw Pete crashing to the floor in a cascade of glass and window fragments. Startled, for an instant, she lurched to her feet and began to flee the unintended intrusion. Just as she bounded to the hall, she heard a loud moan come from Pete. "Oh god, help." The maternal instinct was strong in Angie; she stopped, turned and ran to Pete's side. Leaning down she cautioned him to be still while she removed the glass on his back. She gently removed the shards that she could, and asked him if he thought he was cut. "I think so," he said, "my hand feels like its cut." "Ok, be real careful and roll over on your left side, there isn't as much glass over there." Angie advised him. "Oww," Pete wailed as he rolled to his side. Angie watched for blood or cuts as he rolled and just as he lifted himself halfway over Angie saw protruding from his pants his still rigid penis. With a blush she looked away before he caught her. She then saw a large chunk of glass sticking out of his left hand, then another in the right hand, smaller but further imbedded into the flesh. "Careful Pete," She cautioned, "You're hurt." "Oh no, look at my leg." He indicated a large red stain rapidly spreading outward from the middle of his thigh. "Oh Pete, don't move." Angie reached for the telephone to call for help. Pete stopped her, "No, Mrs. Jones. I...I can't explain why... what I was doing, you know?" Angie realized that he was in deep shit, but still needed help, "Pete you need attention." "Please Mrs. Jones...you can help me, please?" He pleaded. Angie thought, then gave in, "Ok, be still." She grabbed a broom and swept away enough glass that it was safe for him to move from his spot on the floor. She helped him to stand, and as she did she saw his now flaccid penis still protruding from his pants. Her heart raced as she tried to avert her eyes, unsuccessfully. She managed to get him into a chair, and saw that the immediate threat was the thigh cut. She couldn't see any glass protruding from the area so she figured that he was punctured through the pant leg. "Take your pants off," she commanded as she went for bandages and first aid equipment. He reached over with his right hand and tried to unfasten the snap at the waist band, but couldn't. He then grasped the shard of glass in his left hand, and pulled it gently from its lodgment. He repeated the action with his right hand, and then unfastened the snap. Standing gingerly he pressed down on the waist band of the pants to just above his knees, then sat back down. Angie returned just as he sat back down and then she kneeled over his thigh looking intently for any sign of glass. Finding none, she explained to Pete, "I have to see if there is glass in there, Ok?" "Alright, I'm ready." Pete gripped the chair with both hands tightly. Angie tentatively placed her hands on either side of the wound and felt gently around the opening for anything solid, finding nothing; she pressed the wound from both sides sending a bolt of excruciating pain through Pete's leg. "Sorry," She apologized. "It's ok." Pete said bravely through gritted teeth. "I don't think any glass is in there." She murmured, more for her benefit than his. She then cleaned the wound and placed a compression bandage over it and secured it with gauze and tape. As she finished up the thigh wound she turned to the hand wounds and abrasions. As she cleaned first one then the other she thought a dirty little thought; 'what must he be thinking right now?' As it appeared that he would live, the comedy of the situation occurred to Angie and she decided to tease Pete a little. "Pete." "Yes Mrs. Jones." "Just what were doing before you came crashing through my window?" "Oh...I...Uh." He stuttered, "I was...uh." "Were you watching me?" Angie watched as he squirmed in the chair, stuttering unintelligibly, and then noticed that his penis had stiffened noticeably in his underwear. She prodded again, "Did you see me Pete? Did you see what I was doing?" "I didn't see anything Mrs. Jones, honest," Pete lied. "Well, why were you at my window?" she asked as she finished dressing his wounded hands. "I...I...I'm sorry Mrs. Jones," Pete confessed, "I was watching you and fell when I saw what you were doing." Pete began to cry, sobbing "I'm sorry," over and over again. Finally Angie couldn't bear to torture the boy any longer and told him, "Its ok, Pete, its ok, you were just being a boy." She reached for his face and caressed it gently, motherly, her thumb wiping a tear from his cheek as she did so. Then Pete said the one thing that would steal her heart, melt her resolve, and penetrate her defenses: "Mrs. Jones, You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." She wasn't ready for the flood of emotions, the simple admission of the young man was trivial, childish, yet so profound in its effect on her that her world was set on end. She swooned; her face felt flush, and her heart pounded through her breast so forcefully she was sure he would notice it. Angie's Affair He looked at her tentatively, searching for a sign that it was alright, that he wasn't in trouble with her. Angie stared. She looked at the young man. He had taken her breath away, and now she was unable to respond. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, before she finally responded, shaking her head, "I...I think what you said was very nice Pete, but..." She stopped herself in mid thought. She was about to tell him it wasn't going to happen, but she knew she wanted it as much as he did, maybe more. Then Pete asked, "But, what, Mrs. Jones?" Angie thought of the consequences – briefly – and then corrected him, "Angie, Pete. Call me Angie," as she placed her hand in his lap, sliding it slowly along his good thigh toward his stiff love meat, gently brushing it as she moved on to grasp his hand. She stood and tugged his hand indicating that he was to follow her. He reached down with his free hand and grasped his pants and half walked, half waddled down the hall to Mrs. Jones' – Angie's bedroom. =*= Angie was calm now, confused emotions fought for primacy, but her demeanor was resolute, uncanny for a married woman who had never cheated on her spouse. Now she was preparing to seduce this young man, barely older than her own daughter, and was in perfect control. She pulled the bed spread back and motioned for him to undress. Pete was fear stricken, never had he been with a girl, now he was about to consummate the first act of love in his life with this idyllic creature, Angie. When she said "call me Angie," his heart had leapt, as it was doing now, again, 'Angie' what a beautiful name he thought. He pulled his shoes and socks off, then removed his pants, but stopped before he removed his underwear. His penis was supremely uncomfortable in the confining space, but he was suddenly stricken with pangs of timidity. Angie pulled off her tiny teddy and panties, turned to see her young charge standing uneasily with his penis begging for release. She moved to him slowly, her face close to his, her lips brushing his cheek, she reached down grasping the waist band and very slowly bent at the knees simultaneously pushing the underwear down his legs, continuing until they were around his ankles. Now on her knees in front of him, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, her tongue reaching out to touch the underside of the cock head, just beneath the crown. Reaching upward with her right hand she fondled his ball sac as her tongue continues to tease his throbbing erection. Then, suddenly, Pete convulsed, his involuntary muscular responses contorted him like a rag doll, his arms flailing in the air, as his ejaculation spews forth into Angie's face and hair. "Uhhh, Oh god, uhhhh," he moaned as the spasms wrack his body. Angie giggled, dodging the last couple shots of semen. She stood, licking her lips and wiping the dripping fluid from her eye brow. "That was quick!" She quipped. "Oh, man, I'm sorry Mrs. Jo...Angie, I didn't mean to come so fast...I just never..." Pete tried to beg forgiveness, realizing that this could be his only chance and now he had blown it. "Umm, I loved it!" Angie admitted matter-of-factly. "The next time we'll go slower." "The next time?" Pete seemed confused. "You don't think you're leaving without letting me get a crack at that thing do ya?" Pete was relieved, "I can get it hard again, Mrs. Jo...Angie. I know I can." "Good. Let's get on the bed. I want you where I can get to you." Pete jumped a little too quick and felt a twinge of pain in his leg. Angie saw him grimace, and said, "Poor baby, Angie will take care of you." Moving to his side she began massaging his injured thigh with one hand as she stroked his penis with the other. She gripped his long, burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening. "Ohh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock. He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The huge rod of flesh with the massive head was sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Pete groaned and undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet mouth. "Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lips tightened around his hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head. Angie's tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it. He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. He had never felt a woman's breast they were magnificently spongy and firm at the same time. He made a hard thrust forward and almost his entire prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture. "Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed hotly around his cock. "Oh, god yes! Angie...Angie!" He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the pillow as she massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glans at the end. He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up off the bed to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her face. Angie could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build in reaction. "Fuck me Pete... I need you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around the moist blood-inflated head. "Ok," he muttered. She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock head. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her back on the bed. Pete rolled himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly rocking belly. "Oh, you're so hard," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little opening. "Help me, I've never...been inside a girl before," he worked at her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and clumsily parting the thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain. "Oh, it's going to feel so good! Hurry! Fuck me now! Now!" she whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the spongy, sweat soaked material of the bed. She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then Angie felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure. "Ohh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly. Pete shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly accepting belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the bed and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick sex filled air. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up into the warmly quivering confines of this woman's cunt and she was loving every minute of it ... God, she was a wild woman when it came to fucking ... he had never believed anything like this could happen to him and it took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from coming instantly into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt. "Oh, Ohhh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me Pete, fiiiiilll meeee," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat. He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. Angie was shocked; this young man was a natural. A singular talent, he had an uncanny ability to instinctively do just what was required. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands between the bed and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Oh god, he thought, this is miraculous. Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her. "Aaaaaagh, I'm coming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm. "I'm coming. I'm coming too," he mumbled over and over to himself, speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen into this woman's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it, the muscles of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb apart. He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. In a cascade of passion the lovers exploded into a mutual sexual haze, convulsing to exhaustion, slowing to a wonderful satiated glow. They lay in a tangle of arms and legs for several minutes before Angie looked at Pete and cautioned him, "This has to be a secret, Pete, no one can find out, Ok?" "I promise, Angie." Pete readily agreed. "Maybe you should go home now, we can get together tomorrow, if you would like to." "Oh, Ok Angie," Pete seemed disappointed that it had to end, even if it was just for the night. He wished the night would last forever. Angie, saw his pouting look, reached over and kissed him tenderly on the lips and said to him, "You are a wonderful lover, Pete." This was all that he needed, armed with this charge of self esteem he rose, dressed and said "Goodnight Angie," and departed into the night. Angie rolled over onto her back crossed her ankles, placed her hands behind her head and smiled a big happy smile; she had been fucked but good and was sure to get more tomorrow. Having a young man on the side had turned out to be quite the ideal situation, she thought. She had the best of both worlds. =*= Angie slept late into Saturday morning. Audrey didn't notice, she had friends coming over later and had to get her chores out of the way. As she wandered around the house she came upon the broken window and blood splatters on the floor. Oh god, she thought, what happened here? She went to her mother's bedroom and found her sound asleep, but safe. She returned to the mess and cleaned it up as best she could. Just as she was finishing up, Pete, the neighbor boy came by and explained to Audrey that some one had attempted to steal her bike, but the theft had been foiled by Pete and Mrs. Jones. The broken window was a result of the fleeing thief pushing poor Pete into the window, "See," he said, showing her the cuts and scratches. "Oh, you poor thing." She said gravely, admiringly, sincerely, "You're so brave, I couldn't have done it. I would have been scared to death." "What's that Audrey?" Angie had come into the room as they talked. "Pete was telling me about the thief from last night. You must have been terrified." Audrey surmised. "Oh, well, Pete had every thing under control," Angie contributed to the fib. "Well, he certainly is my hero." Audrey announced confidently, and placed a kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush beet red. With a devious little smile, Angie agreed, "Oh he's my hero too!" Pete and Angie spent the day loving each other. Pete was learning quickly, Angie was becoming enamored of this poor dull boy; he had potential as a lover, she thought. =*= Months had passed and Pete had become a regular fixture in Angie's life, at least her private love life. Pete had succumbed to Angie's charms completely. He truly believed he was in love with her, and in fact probably was. It was mid-winter now and their affair had taken on a level of comfort and routine that paralleled their separate lives, but just as life is about change, so too their love affair was about to change. Stan Jones, Angie's husband was returning in a few days. Pete was grief stricken; terrified that he might lose what he had found. He felt surely that Angie loved him as much as he loved her. She would choose him over her husband, he just knew it. As the day of Stan's homecoming approached Angie became distant toward Pete. She really wasn't thinking of his feelings, she was just so excited about her husband's return. She cleaned the house from top to bottom, did all the laundry, and chatted with Pete while she worked. "Pete I would appreciate it if you would not be around when Stan returns tomorrow, ok?" Angie told, rather than asked him. Angie didn't see the hurt look on Pete's face. She didn't know, didn't think about what she said might hurt. Pete for his part didn't want to leave her. He feared that if he left now he would lose her, forever. Angie, without looking at him, shooed him from the house saying, "Go home now Pete. I've got work to do," and left him alone in the kitchen, alone as he had never been before. He began to sob, stood, and left. =*= Stan's homecoming was more emotion than celebration, Angie and Audrey lavished love and attention on their favorite man. But as familiarity provides a level of comfort and casual disregard for one-another, so too did the household return to a state of casual normalcy. Angie and Stan spent the first couple of days re-exploring their sexual connections. Audrey respected their privacy and stayed away for the most part. Pete too remained at a distance, when he did see Angie his heart leapt, his emotions surged and he would cry as he recalled her tender love. As the first week passed and the weekend came, Pete was becoming desperate. On Saturday night he decided to see if he could glimpse his lover once again. He stole to her window late in the evening hoping that he would find her as he had found her those many nights before. He didn't want to find Mr. Jones there; Pete hated him for coming back, for ruining his love affair, for insinuating himself into their lives. Pete moved from one window to another, trying unsuccessfully to catch a peek at his lover. At the bedroom window he could hear, but not observe, the couple engaged in passionate lovemaking. Pete was stirred to get closer, but how? He thought of the last time he had tried to get close, his mind forced it from his thoughts. He steeled his nerve and went to the back door, turned the knob, and the door swung inward. Pete entered and cautiously moved inside, closing the door behind him. He quickly strode the several steps to the doorway to her room, Angie's room. The sounds emanating from inside were strangely familiar to him, a surreal sense of deja vu washed over Pete as he listened there. Pete carefully peered around the corner, looked into the dark void of the bedroom, and saw something that crushed him and drew him in at once. There on the bed was Angie and Mr. Jones making love. Pete was petrified, finally realizing what his lover was doing here, with her husband. With her husband! Pete hung on that thought for a lingering moment, then jealously and rage build in his gut. Sweat beads are collecting on his brow; he began to shake and was unable to move from his place in the doorway. Another noise from the dark abyss strikes directly to his center, his heart, "Harder." He heared, and it echoed in his seething mind, driving the already rabid thoughts to a new intensity. Prying his feet from the floor, Pete staggers forward, following the sound in the distance. He no longer feared the unknown, another sound comes. He is resolute now, pressing against the darkness which engulfs him. Approaching the door to the bedroom he pauses to listen again, a small hope surfacing against a storm of emotion, maybe he was wrong, then carefully, he looked into the room searching for what he hoped was not there, his eyes resting on his lover's naked form straddling her husband. Angie drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her cock-stretched cunt up against the tickling wiriness of Mr. Jones's thick pubic hair. As she arched her hips up, Mr. Jones withdrew his long blood-engorged shaft from her womb, stopping only when the swollen head remained inside. She pressed her lewdly skewered loins into him for fear he might take it all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the depths of her wetly seeping passage. Pete watched Mr. Jones's rubbery flesh-tip parting the walls of her heated cunt as it slid up inside her, and her grasping vagina closed tightly on the huge monster, the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its throbbing form to her brain. Angie's Affair She hung suspended now on every moment of his long in-stroke, feeling pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her now only receptive cunt. The sensation was wonderful, and Angie opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even deeper. Mr. Jones pulled back with his hips to withdraw his lust-excited cock, and as he slammed up into her clasping vagina with a faster motion, his balls slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus, before falling back wetly against his own. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked from the fantastic sensations chasing them up and down her spine, each one vying for attention. Her husband's heavy balls were stirring with the building pressure of sperm deep inside them, and Angie could feel the life throbbing in them. The driving motion of his long, thick penis sent ripples of ever-increasing intensity through every part of her passion-aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips as she drove downward on the in-stroke, and pulling back as he retreated. The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Mr. Jones's already blood-engorged cock seemed to grow larger still and his fucking became faster and faster. His cunt-moistened cock slid with greater and greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping vagina, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its full throbbing shape as it stirred her to even greater heights of pleasure. Angie felt her whole body become part of her hungrily grasping cunt. She had never imagined it could be such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge fleshy shaft pounding crazily into her naked belly. She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her excitedly trembling thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that she held clasped with such tremendous force in her fiery, hot womb. "MORE!" she gasped, "MORE!" Behind him she glimpsed another figure ... a man, but her dilated pupils were tear-filled and her vision was so distorted that she closed them tight again. She opened them, blinking, finally focusing on the figure standing there. Pete! Pete was here, but why now? "Oh God ..." Angie moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on Mr. Jones's shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic excitement Pete's obscene presence was arousing in her. "Oh please God no ..."All she wanted was to come again. She had to feel that gloriously blissful release coursing through her thoroughly aroused body before she could acknowledge reality. Angie was crying now, incoherently sobbing as she fucked even more furiously than before. "AAAAaaaaawwwwggggg!" Her scream echoed around the room as the explosive searing passion in her body soared to the pinnacle of delightful pleasure. Her eyes locked on to her husband's frozen form in the darkness, she sank her fingernails into the back of her husband, tensed beneath her impassionedly writhing body, and pushed her heaving breasts into his hard chest. She wanted to smother him with her warm flesh. She arched her wide-spread crotch to receive all of her husband's penetratingly hard penis she could get, and her own sticky white cum gushed down her wildly contracting hair-covered base and ran slowly down the crevice of her tanned buttocks. It seemed to go on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid. Pete stood there amazed at the sight of his lover fucking her husband. Stricken, he was unable to do anything, he wanted to pounce on them, but couldn't, he thought of running away, but didn't, he was at a loss for what to do. So he stood and stared at his beautiful lover as she stared back at him, the whole time climaxing with her husband's giant prick protruding from her sopping pussy. A more surreal sight could not be imagined. Then he saw a motion, she was motioning with one hand to leave. She was mouthing 'get back' to him while frantically waving her hand in the direction of the door. Pete resisted for a moment, finally his will succumbed to hers and he retreated from the room then left the house, but only just; he remained outside for a time hoping against his fear. Pete sat outside for an indeterminable time. He was about to leave when, at last, Angie appeared in the doorway. He stood and moved to her, she placed a finger to his lips halting his impending plea. "What do you think you are doing Pete?" Angie asked incredulously. Pete whined in a tiny hurt voice, "I missed you, Angie." Angie saw immediately what was amiss. How could she have been so dense? He was love struck and she had abandoned him for another, even if it was her husband, Pete was hurting all the same. "Oh, Pete, I'm so sorry. I haven't forgotten you." Angie explained in her most maternal tone. She reached for his face and caressed his cheek. Tears flowed freely now, Angie's too. "Stan is asleep. Give me a minute to clean up and I'll be back. Ok?" Pete shook his head, ok. Momentarily she was back and ushered him into the back yard, there was a chill in the night air and she would have to work fast to avoid freezing. She pressed him into a chaise and quickly pried his prick from his pants. Wasting no time she engulfed the entire stiffening shaft to the hilt. Licking as she retreated, then stroking back as deep as she could. He was fully erect now and she was unable to take the entire length. She flicked her tongue at the crease under the head as she simultaneously stroked the thick shaft with her hand. Pete was leaning back reveling in the victory of his effort. Deep in the base of his loins, low in the back, close to his core Pete feels a mounting pressure. It tinges at first, becoming more pronounced as it climbs in intensity. He is shaking perceptibly, legs quivering from the tension being mounted at their base. And then it begins, wave after wave of glorious relief, as he ejaculates into her gaping mouth. As the spasms subside he recalls that he had not had relief since they were last together. Sated, he looked lovingly at Angie, still clinging to his softened penis. Angie looked upward at his face, smiled and said, "You better go home, we can talk tomorrow, ok?" "Ok Angie." He stood fastened his pants and left, a happy man. Angie tossed and turned late into the night. She worried about Pete. Not that she couldn't keep him satisfied, now that she knew the problem existed she had no qualms about having him from time to time. But she worried that he was so bold as to enter her bedroom while she and Stan were making love. This bothered Angie. She finally slept a fitful sleep. =*= As days became weeks then months Angie was managing to keep everyone happy. By day she teased and played with Pete; in the evenings she would attend to Stan. She shouldered the burden well with, only one consequence: As one becomes inured with the routine performance of repetitious sexual performance, there are two possible outcomes. The first is to lose interest. Angie certainly wasn't losing interest in sex. Second, is to seek increasing levels of stimulation. This was gradually imposed into Angie's sex life. Remember, she as having twice the sexual activity of her two lovers. Angie was constantly trying new positions or new techniques to increase the intensity of the sexual experience. She was becoming numb to the routine act of sex. She yearned for more. Spring had blossomed fully, when one Friday afternoon she had asked Pete to stop by for a fling in the back yard. She found him waiting for her, "It's nice to be out here." She smiled and came closer. Pete thought of those months before when he was the inexperienced partner, anxious and fumbling with her body, getting on top and "doing it". He knew she'd climaxed, but as time moved on he became aware that it was luck that she did, nothing to do with his skill as a lover. This time he felt more mature, more knowledgeable but the excitement was still the same. However tense the moment was with his anticipation, there seemed no rush this time. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, letting his hands wander over the cotton of her dress and down to hold her rounded bottom in his hands. She moved against Pete to feel his hardness against her thigh. He pushed back and rubbed a little against her so she was in no doubt about his excitement. As he felt her hands grasp him and pull him even harder into her he brought one of his own hands up to cup her breast through the tight fabric of her dress. He could feel that she was wearing a bra but as he pushed harder with the rhythm of their kisses he felt her nipple harden enough so he could concentrate on it alone for a few moments through the layers of material. As he pressed and pulled at her, she lifted her leg to clamp Pete with her thigh and ran her hands urgently over the sides of his chest. As they separated a little he pulled at the buttons on the front of her dress and eased his hand inside to cup her wonderful breast, still restrained by her bra. At the same time Angie let one of her own hands slide between them and begin massaging his hard on through his pants. As she rubbed and tugged hard he could already feel the sensation of pre-cum as it oozed from the end of his cock and created a wet patch on his underwear. Urged on by her massage, he slipped his fingers inside her bra and pulled out her breast, feeling it pushed up and out, the nipple red, erect and begging for his mouth to clamp over it. He stooped to lick her first, then, as she gasped with pleasure, he took the nipple between his lips and sucked gently. Her hand lost its way playing with his cock as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his tongue and lips as they sucked, licked and teased her. He brought his hand to direct her even more upwards for his mouth and squeezed her breast into his mouth again and again. "Oh God," she breathed into his ear, "you have no idea how good that feels." He came up to face her and smiled. As she restarted her attentions on his throbbing cock he said softly, "Yes I do." Then he kissed her again, as deep and long as he had ever kissed. Pete had never eaten Angie's pussy she hadn't forced the issue as some men found it a turn off. Being as Pete was a virgin in the beginning she had refrained, but now she desperately needed it from him. "Pete, how do you feel about eating my pussy?" she asked, still kissing him. As the urgency of their kisses subsided a little he started to pull her dress up and eased himself slowly downward to kneel in front of her. As his eyes arrived at her waist level he pulled the hem of her dress over her hips to reveal a plain white g-string that was fighting hard to cover what was already an excited pussy. He paused to look at his prize as Angie stood, waiting for Pete and brushing his cheek with her fingertips. He thought about simply pulling the panties aside but when Angie reached down and took hold of her dress to stop it falling over his head he grasped the sides of her g-string and pulled them down the length of her legs and over her shoes. Once they were discarded he had a beautiful view of her neatly trimmed pussy, her lips peeking out, looking silky-wet, flushed, and in need of some attention. Angie lay back in a chaise as Pete eased his head forward, extended his tongue so that its very tip could start to explore her swelling lips. As he lapped gently at her there was no doubting her arousal as her juice easily slid off her lips to coat his tongue. Enjoying his first taste of Angie's pussy, Pete licked at her for several minutes and let his hand pull and caress on her ass cheeks as he nuzzled hard into her sex, enjoying the smell, flavor and sight of her. As her excitement started to grow again she lifted her left leg and leaned it against an arm of the chaise, opening her lips and allowing Pete better access to that sweet pussy of hers. He brought his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, not stopping as he got to her lips and pushed his index finger deep into her silky warmth. Angie gasped loudly and brought her hand to hold his head in encouragement. As he slid his finger in and out of her, his palm easing along her thigh all the time, he continued to taste and tease her with his tongue. Every little while he brought his other hand up to take hold of her swollen clit and gently eased it further towards his tongue with a slight twisting motion of his thumb and forefinger. Each time he did that he felt her squirm and smiled to himself, knowing she was close to the edge already. When he added a second finger to penetrate her and started to concentrate his licking on the end of her pleasure bud, there was no holding her back. As he felt her leg stiffen against his hand and her breathing become a series of short pants he began delivering long, slow, licks up and down her pussy while his fingers slowly slid in and out, always ending with a flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue. She seemed to be tensing up and gasping, "Oh God" over and over for almost a minute before the moment took her. "Oh my God." She said louder as her thighs clamped around his head and she quivered. He pushed his tongue harder against her clit now, feeling her release in some extra wetness this time as she started to collapse. There was nothing more than a tiny squeak coming from her throat as she stretched herself up first and then literally fell down onto his fingers and face with her shattering orgasm, splattering all around Pete with her juices as she pressed onto his tongue and prolonged the climax. "Wow, she panted. Wish I'd known you could do that a few months ago!" He continued to lick all around her pussy as she regained some composure, bracing the thigh of the leg that was against one arm of the chaise with one hand and caressing the soft skin of her bottom with the other. When he felt she had her strength back, he stopped licking her, stood up and faced her. He was smiling broadly and she was still catching her breath. "Oh my," she breathed, "you have grown up! If you'd done that before, we might never have made it out of the house!" As they kissed her hands split their assignments to hold his face close to hers and seek the bulge in his pants. It wasn't hard to find and once she had, it felt like she wasn't going to let go anytime soon. At the same time he managed to slip his hand down the back of her dress and unclasp her bra. As it fell away he held her breasts in turn, feeling her nipples as hard as any they'd ever been. Breaking away from their kiss, she continued to hold Pete through his pants but got down on her knees in front of him. She made short work of his zipper and belt, springing Pete free into the fresh spring air. Next she hungrily pulled away his pants and underwear, before wrapping her hand around Pete's penis and licking the head of his hard on with slow, long, strokes of her tongue. Angie had in her had a string of beads. Pete wondered for a moment what they were for. Shortly he was to find out. She pushed him back onto his back, spread his thighs and began pressing the beads into his anus one by one. Pete wondered aloud, "what are those for?" Angie replied, "You'll see." Finally as the entire length of beads were crammed inside his aching asshole, the pressure mounting in his bowels to force them out the way they had been inserted. Angie said "hold on Pete." He looked down as she started to run her tongue around the rim of his cock and pump Pete with her hand. There was no urgency in her movements, but he sure felt some extra blood heading to the scene as she worked Pete like an expert. Angie took care to make sure that all of his cock got plenty of attention from her tongue and lips as she licked and sucked on him as she started to pop the head of his cock into her mouth. Her strokes lengthened as she pumped and twisted her hand around Pete and her saliva started to trail down the length of his shaft. By now his eyes had closed and he was breathing deeply, an involuntary reaction to the pleasure in his ass as he was enjoying the awesome sight of Angie's head and hands working. As he opened his eyes to get another look at her, he felt her hand come up to his balls, wander around them and then take a nice tight hold as she continued to stroke him. She looked up at Pete now, smiling with her brightly shining eyes, knowing only too well he was helpless in her mouth. She was lightly holding his erection and running her tongue up and down his length while she squeezed and pulled on his balls. Looking down at her now, he thought, she's right, I have grown up. "How are you doing baby?" She asked. "Do you want some more of this?" He could only nod. Some moments never leave you and so many times he'd thought of their previous encounters and what it might have been like if he'd known a little more about what he was doing. Now he knew . . . There were no more words required as she went back to her task, agonizingly slow but wonderfully drawn-out. There was always something moving, her hands, her mouth, whenever one stopped to concentrate on one pleasure spot the other continued the mission of his pleasure. She massaged his balls deeply while she licked the rim of his cock. She ran her hand lightly up and down Pete's shaft while she sucked at the base of his cock and she took a firm hold of him as she took most of his cock in her mouth and slowly drew her lips off him. It was while she was doing this that he knew there was no more holding back. Pete had never felt quite as helpless in sex as he did at that moment. Angie had surprised him with her technique and in the incredible heat of the moment and he knew he was seconds from coming fast and furious. She knew too, but it didn't deter her from keeping her mouth moving along him, pumping slowly with her hand and massaging his balls with her other hand. As her mouth closed over him again and started its slow journey along his shaft, he felt the orgasm start. She flicked at the side of his balls with her finger, sensing he was there and wanting only the best from him. As her lips slipped off the tip of his cock she got everything he had. His cock jumped in her light grip and spurted furiously at her, throwing three streams of hot white cum at her mouth before she moved forward again and took him back in her mouth. Angie sucked hard on the head of his cock and gently worked the shaft and he could only let her expertise wash over him in a huge wave of pleasure, while simultaneously pulling on the string of beads in his ass. As each bead popped passed the prostate and then through the sphincter muscle an extreme jolt of sensational pleasure ripped through his body. He continued to cum and the next few spasms of cum shot straight into her mouth. Over and over the beads popped and he lurched, until he was begging for her to stop, he was wracked with a euphoria he couldn't comprehend. Angie jerked the last few beads out with one stroke, allowing his body to settle back into the chaise As she eased away from him, licking her lips, he let himself sit back on the chaise next to her, drained from the climax. "That was terrific, Angie." "Umm...I liked it too." Later, that night, as she was making love to her husband she began placing first one then another bead in his ass. Stan will really enjoy this, she thought, this is fun. =*= While Angie was constantly innovating with her love making, her lovers were just along for the ride it seemed. She did so enjoy them, she was just frustrated by her increasing inability to achieve climax. The wham-bam sex of the past just wasn't working anymore. She began imagining being with both men at the same time. She knew this was impossible, but it became her favorite fantasy. This is the result of extraordinary sex: An extraordinary need to satisfy.