22 comments/ 105343 views/ 4 favorites Appointment By: Decayed Angel Appointment In retrospect, I guess it was entirely appropriate that dark clouds hung in the sky as I made my drive into the city. The skies darkened as I hurried through the last few intersections and turned into the parking garage. Warm, humid air struck my face as I lowered my window and reached out to pull the ticket. The shrill buzz went silent as I took the ticket and the barricade arm rose, allowing me to pass through. All the parking spaces in the covered portion of the garage were either full, or marked as reserved, so I turned tightly to the left and accelerated up the ramp to the upper floor. I pulled into the first open space I found, turned off the engine and then sat silently, my two hands kneading my steering wheel. I could see her now, reclining seductively on the bed, her long blonde hair flowing down over her tan shoulders, the errant curls twisting onto her breasts. The soft white flesh flattened out, forming two large mounds that, ever so gently, rose up to two dark circles. Her nipples stood hard and firm, as she moved the palm of her left hand over them, first one and then the other. Her right arm leaned over the curve of her hip as her hand rolled over the light curls of her bush, her fingers gently teasing the tender lips and clit. I watched as she then moved her fingers downward, slipped them inside herself just enough for lubrication and then returned up to her clit. Her movements, though intense, seemed oddly distracted, though they were meant not for self-pleasure, but something else. Returning my gaze to her face, she seemed to be speaking to some one, when a dark shape at the edge of my vision moved into view. She immediately moved up onto her left elbow and reached out, grasping the part of him that she wanted most. Opening her legs wide, she held him firmly as he settled onto the bed and leaned forward. Turning a bit under him, she then reached her left hand to her lips and quickly opened them as her right hand, still firmly holding his massive erection, guided him into her. I watched the muscles in his back slowly roll as he moved forward, his ass dimpling as he completed his slow penetration. I could see my wife's face grimace, not in pain, but in a pleading, as he slowly withdrew. He then rested his hands on each side of her and coiled his back and then he drove himself into her with a strength and power that made her breasts bounce and headboard crash onto the wall... A bright light flashed in the sky, as the thunderclap echoed through the buildings. My hands ached as I relaxed them on the steering wheel, my fingernails slipping out of the gashes I made in the firm rubber. I unfastened my seatbelt and reached to open my door, uncomfortably noticing my erection. Pissed at myself for responding to this betrayal, I grabbed my keys, slammed the door closed and headed toward the building. At the main entrance, I turned, pressed the lock button on my key fob and heard the double blast of the car horn. Damn! I forgot my umbrella. Hoping the rain would hold off until I got back to my car after the meeting, I went inside and headed to the elevator. Once alone inside the elevator, I finally calmed to where I began to pay attention to my surroundings again. The mirrored walls were finely polished, reflecting the light down onto the well honed marble floor. I pushed the button for the twelfth floor and barely felt the motion carrying me upward. Judging by the look of this elevator, the building was pretty fancy, translate that to pretty expensive. My best friend Jason told me this guy was the best, I guess I should expect to pay for it. Looking into the mirrored wall my reflection seemed to fade and I remembered: Moving my gaze from the flexing of his ass as he fucked my wife, I looked at her face, the eyes closed, her teeth clinched tight as she growled, "Fuck me harder, harder." She continued moaning and begging her lover for more and more. This woman, who never did more than whisper a sigh in all the times we made love, was screaming in delight as her lover's balls slapped loudly against her ass. Just when the humiliation seemed it could get no worse, my wife raised up her head, grabbed the man's forearms and asked, "Will you fuck me in the ass?" His reply sickened me, "Only if you beg for it baby." "Oh, please... please fuck me in the ass," she pleaded, begging this man for something she wouldn't even talk about with me. I remained in silence while my lovely wife got on all fours and presented her beautiful, tight ass to the man. "Where's the lube?" I heard him ask. She pointed at the dresser, and I hid in the shadow as I watched the man turn toward me and step to the dresser. While he was oiling up his massive cock, I looked up at his face, the dark eyes had some small wrinkles radiating out toward his temples, but otherwise he looked fairly young. The faint stubble roughened his appearance, but what grabbed me the most, was his completely self important smile. Here was a guy who simply won at everything he had ever done, a guy who had a beautiful woman begging him to do things her husband had wanted to do for years. I stared at his face, memorizing it, burning every feature into my mind, whispering to myself, "This it the man who is going to fuck my wife in the ass for the first time." "I can't hear you," the smug bastard said to my wife as he began moving toward the bed. "Oh please, please put it in my ass," she squealed. "Put what in your ass." "Oh put that giant cock in my ass, please put it in my ass." I then listened to her moan as he slowly, ever so delicately do something to my wife that I never was allowed to do. Finally when I could see he had penetrated her as deep as he could I heard him ask, "Did your husband ever make you feel like this?" I snapped, raising the gun, I pointed at his head and pulled the trigger. The elevator doors suddenly opened and I stepped out into the lobby outside my lawyer's office. I had spoken to him on the phone a couple of times and was completely convinced he was the man for the job. What I liked most about it all was he indicated that he would not just go after my wife, he'd do what he could to fuck with her lover. I wasn't sure what he could do, but he seemed convincing. Whatever he was gonna do, both my wife and her lover would pay! I opened the door to the office and before the receptionist could say anything I said nervously, "I have an appointment, with Ed Jowinski." "Please have a seat, he should be able to see you in a few minutes." Sitting down on the luxurious couch, I ran my fingers over the empty pad I had carried to the appointment. I planned to take notes, to enjoy every moment of this. You see, this would draw out, extend the torment. I smiled, so glad my gun still had the safety engaged when I pulled the trigger... The gun didn't fire! I paused, "Fuck, the safety was on!" I reached to kick it off, but then thought, "No, this way I fuck up my life too. There's got to be a better way." I quietly backed away, listening to my wife moan in ecstasy as some fuck pumped her ass full of his foul jism. Before I turned for the door, I even heard him moan, "Oh baby, yeah." "Mr. Jowinski will see you now," I heard the receptionist say. I grabbed my pad and whispered, "Thanks." I turned toward the door and looked into Mr. Jowinski's dark eyes, traced the wrinkles that radiated out to his temples and then lowered my gaze over his rugged looking cheeks to stare into that incredible, conceited smile. Before he said a word, I remembered the words I heard him say just a few weeks before, "Did your husband ever make you feel like this?" Oddly, it was the receptionist who spoke next, calling my name as the room went black. Appointment * * * * * Click Here to listen. (4.5 min/mp3) * * * * * I sat in the waiting room for some time, thumbing though some tattered and torn magazines. I had come in for a ten am appointment with my wife Sherry, but from the start the counselor wanted to meet with only her first. We’d been having some problems lately and finally agreed to get into marriage counseling. The other times we came we’d meet together first and only later break out and meet with him individually. I never really felt comfortable there in the waiting room, I always felt judged by the other people that were there. Of course I did the same thing wondering what horrific things went on their bedroom. My imagination would run wild. A woman with a bit too much makeup would suddenly be covering up bruises, a man with a limp had been struck by his wife’s car after she caught him in a hotel with some slut and a quiet, sullen man was an obvious cuckold. Of course I had no idea what the others in the waiting room might be thinking of me. I had been waiting about thirty minutes when I noticed the receptionist answering her intercom. She then called out, “Mr. Jahan, they are ready to see you now.” I stood up and walked over to her desk, where I expected her to get up, lead me to a door and open the door for me, instead, she just pointed to a door to her right, “You can just go on in.” So I walked over to the door, opened it and stepped in. I immediately noticed my wife, completely naked, on all fours on a coffee table in the middle of the room. After glancing at her, I looked over to the counselor who also appeared to be naked while sitting behind his desk, talking on the phone. “Mr. Jahan, excellent,” he said to me while hanging up the phone. He then stood up and walked over and stood behind my wife. Yes, he was completely naked, and I could see his cock growing as he approached my wife. “You are a very lucky man to have such an attractive wife. One who is so willing and able,” he said, moving up behind her and pushing his cock against her thighs. I watched in disbelief as she reached up, took his cock and guided it into her pussy. He immediately began moving back and forth while she reached up and rubbed his balls while diddling her clit. Falling back into the chair all I could do was simply watch as the intensity of their motions increased. Breathing heavily, the counselor continued talking, “Now, before you came in, we experienced some wonderful foreplay. Your wife sucked my cock and then she moved onto this very table where I ate her pussy until she came twice. Surely you noticed how flush she was when you arrived.” Yes, she had appeared quite flush. Suddenly my wife moaned loudly and I could see her entire body tense up as she moved her hips back to meet each of the counselor’s thrusts. I could see her muscles quickly relax as she came once again. “You see, she comes again, and yes, yes I think I am…” There was a sudden loud noise and I awoke, hitting the alarm button to turn it off. I sat up and looked over at my wife in the bed next to me. She rolled over and whispered, “Don’t forget our meeting at the counselor today.” I turned and was about to climb out of bed when I paused and thought a moment. I then turned back to my wife, pulled back the sheets and covers, pushed her legs apart and moved my head up between her thighs. Before she could speak, I ran my tongue down her lips and slipped it into her pussy. Moving upward, I ran my tongue over her clit as she began to lift her hips, pushing up against me. It wasn’t long before she moaned, lifted her ass off the bed and came, her hands reaching down and running through my hair. I then got up on my hands and knees and moved between her legs, pushing my cock into her wet opening. It slid in easily as I quickly began thrusting and withdrawing until she moaned again and cried out, “Oh yes, I’m coming.” Only then did I let myself go, arching my back and spurting my hot cum into her again and again. I then quickly pulled out of her and headed for the shower to get ready for work. I shaved, brushed my teeth and got dressed. When I came to kiss her before heading to work I said, “Don’t forget our appointment today.”   Appointment I looked up at the clock on the wall and confirmed it was just nine-thirty, I had plenty of time before I needed to leave for my appointment. Each year on Valentine's Day I left work early for lunch, heading for my standing appointment. It was a lunch date I had at the same time each year. With the long walk from my office I usually got there a little late, but each year, regardless of how late I was, I did the same thing. After stopping by the florist, I'd pause by the same cafe' window, just out of her sight and just watch as she sat there. She would sip her wine so calmly, so serene. One year it was Chablis, the next a Rose, last year it was Merlot, perhaps a Cabernet, I just remember the light red stain as she dabbed her lips with her napkin before setting it back onto her lap. She didn't wear lipstick, even in her older years she never really needed much makeup, a bit of eye shadow and not much else. Her hair was always slightly frazzled, as if she just stepped out of a swift breeze, but it never really detracted from her appearance. In the past few years the strands of gray replaced most of the dark brown, yet she still had a look about her that belied her true age. I remember wishing I had aged so gracefully. I'd usually spend a good ten minutes or so just watching her though the window, in the same cafe', even the same table each Valentine's Day year after year. A small child holding his mother's hand might wander past and she'd follow them as they continued up the street, often craning her neck until they'd turn a corner or disappear though some door. Returning to her wine, she'd hold the glass just inches from her lips, lost in thought, just smiling. Then she'd take a sip, glance at her watch and then look back outside. She might continue to look back to her watch from time to time, but whenever I finally walked in, she was never mad about how late I was. Each year I was greeted by the same beaming smile and the light kiss on the cheek. I'd hand her a single red rose and then sit down. After a quick toast to Valentine's Day, we always would eat light, usually something the restaurant could prepare quickly. Our conversation remained light hearted and jovial, though we both were a bit nervous with anticipation. We'd skip the dessert and when we were ready for the check she had a way of just nodding her head and they'd immediately know to bring the check. After a brief battle over who paid for the lunch, she'd brush her napkin from her lips one last time, take a peek at herself in her hand mirror and then gracefully stand. Looking back I noted that as we aged, the time we spent after lunch was not as urgent as in our younger years, but we still got excited about it, cherishing every moment. Funny, each year as we checked into the nearby hotel, I'd sign in using my real name, signing in as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. She'd always laugh as we walked to the elevator, enjoying our tiny conspiracy. By the time we reached out floor, our faces would be flush from giggling or, perhaps, in anticipation. Either way, we made sure we walked very calmly, properly to the room. I would then slide the key card in the slot and we'd step inside. I remember last year, how the door had barely closed behind us before we crashed together in a kiss as I leaned her up against the door. Pushing my hips forward I felt my cock harden as I pressed it against her thigh. After that long kiss we broke apart and moved over to the bed, where we watched each other slowly undress. Though we had both aged over the years, I still felt like a teenager watching her unbutton her blouse and although her breasts sagged when she took off her bra, I still yearned to take them in my hands and gently squeeze them. Her nipples would harden as I ran my fingertips over them and I'd bend my head down and take a nipple into my mouth. I couldn't help but think how natural it felt to be sucking on her nipples. Once we were naked she sat down on her bed and opened her legs. I could see the gray strands of hair sparkling in the dark brown curls, but it still felt the same as I ran my lips over them. Kissing downward, I worked my tongue into her pussy and tasting her earthy, tangy flavor, remembered how wonderful she tasted each year. At that time I glanced up at her, but she already knew what I needed and, whispering, "Here you go," she squeezed the tube of lubricant onto my fingers. Easing my fingers into her pussy, I looked up at her face while my tongue moved upward, finding her clit. I always loved the expression on her face as the pleasure washed over her. I could see such a simple, calm delight as she closed her eyes and held her mouth slightly open, her tongue lightly sliding over her lips. Flicking my tongue quickly over her clit, I'd listen as her breathing quickened and she moaned lightly. Her hips began to lift each time I pushed my fingers into her, relaxing as I withdrew. Suddenly she reached down and grabbed my head pulling me tight against her pussy as she came. I pushed my fingers deep into her, feeling the squeezing as her pussy pulsated around them. She held me tight against her until her orgasm subsided, then she released me as she moved further back onto the bed. Reaching her arms out to me, she grabbed me, pulling me closer. She didn't speak, rarely spoke while we made love, yet I knew exactly what she wanted just by the way she looked at me. As I crawled up between her legs, she grabbed the lubricant and squeezed it over my cock which had softened a bit. I watched as she got it hard again with several good strokes along the shaft while she gently squeezed by balls. With a quick nod and a slight tug on my cock, I moved closer. Opening her lips with the fingertips of one hand, she guided me into her with the other, then immediately wrapped her legs around me and pulling me tight against her. I felt my cock enveloped by her warm softness and wanted to just stay there, my cock deep inside her, where everything felt right, everything was safe, so warm. But then I couldn't hold out and I'd slide back out of her only to thrust back into her. As I slid my cock in and out of her I reached down and ran my hands over her breasts, feeling the hard nipples under my fingertips, the soft skin as I squeezed her breasts. Thankfully, it took me longer to come now than when we were younger and I could once again see her respond to me. Lifting herself up to meet each thrust, her breath now ragged, her hands tightening on my arms as I move in and out of her, she got closer and closer. Seeing the pleasure I was creating in her, I could feel myself getting excited. I watched her, concentrated on her movement and just when she seemed about to explode, I let myself go, feeling her softness sliding up around my cock, feeling the pure joy of being inside her, wanting to thrust so deep that I somehow could crawl back inside her. I felt the first the pulsations around my cock when I started coming, spurting my cum deep into her convulsing pussy. We moaned together and then I collapsed upon her, my breathing matching hers as the two of us became one in the simple joy of the moment. Snapping back from my memories of last Valentine's Day, I glanced up at the clock again and noticed it was now almost ten-thirty and I needed to leave for my appointment. I grabbed my jacket and hurried out of my office and then out into the street. Walking quickly, I headed up the street, pausing only a moment at a nearby florist to pick up a single red rose. As usual there weren't many to choose from but I was able to get one that was at least presentable. A few of the petals had drooped some and the stem had been bent over, but with a quick snip of the florist's pruners and after peeling off a couple of petals it still looked pretty good. I hurried out of the shop and walked. As I walked I thought of the past year, a lot had changed during that time, but none of that really mattered, I still had my appointment to keep, just like every Valentine's Day I can remember now. It was cloudy out, with a light rain and I remember thinking how appropriate the weather seemed then. Crossing the last street I hopped over a puddle and then glanced at my watch and realizing I was actually early. I must have caught all the lights just right, or maybe I just walked a bit faster, either way it really didn't matter, I knew she'd be waiting for me, just like before. This year there was not window to pause to watch her through, as I said, things had changed. Instead I simply walked up, placed the rose down and then lightly ran my fingers over the letters inscribed in granite. Tracing her name I whispered, "Cheryl Johnson," not just Mrs. Johnson as I wrote each time we checked into the hotel. Smiling I remembered how she laughed as I registered as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and then felt the tear as it ran down my cheek. Wiping the tear away, I leaned down and whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day." Glancing up to the gray clouds I felt the rain begin to fall. I looked back at the headstone and said, "I miss you Mom," then slowly walked away.