0 comments/ 58172 views/ 0 favorites Behind His Back Ch. 01 By: HarveyMarcus WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. * * * * * * * * * * Many of the situations I find myself in are funny and/or accidental, always with sexual context. This tale is all of those things, plus ironic. Boy, isn't that ironic! The story could have been called "FOX RECRUITED TO GUARD HEN HOUSE" but then my readers, devoted or potential, would have ignored the category and believed that I was writing about sex with animals. And believe me, I would never have sex with an animal. Unless you count that marathon session with a coed named Wren back in college. Ah, but that is yet another story. Read on, and don't worry about allergies to feathers. Or eggs. * * * * * * * * * Why do all of these things always start with a phone call? Because no one would believe that I'd accidentally run into these folks while walking along the street, or shopping in the local mall. No, these folks want something from me, and so they call. And call. And call. This time, the voice was not the least bit familiar. A guy named Gary, probably selling siding or wanting me to donate money to a perfectly good cause from my perfectly empty wallet. I was about to hang up. "Gary, Gary Bigger! You remember me, from the Technical Interface Standards Task Force? Two years ago?" It sounded like Gary was in a freezer in his underwear. The memories came lurching back. My roommate Gary, who I was paired with by lottery and shared a hotel room. Kept expenses down for both of our companies, and at least one of us out of trouble. Everyone at the conference had a silent or public chuckle at Gary's expense, because at five feet, six inches, he was the shortest guy there. "Sure I remember. Gee, I haven't talked to you since that meeting." "Yeah, not since Vegas. What a time, right?" Gary's voice didn't stop quivering. "Yeah." We all promised to leave those stories at McCarran International. They'd be unwelcome baggage back home. "What's up?" "We did such good work, they didn't need to reconvene the team," he said. "Did you hear, the standard made it to the International body? I'm attending the vote in Copenhagen next week, to represent us." No, don't send good old Harvey Marcus to one of the sexy Scandinavian countries. He'll increase the birth rate by 25% in just a week. "Have a nice trip." Gary hadn't volunteered the reason for the call. To gloat about how his forthcoming trip made him a bigger man? I tried again. "Is there something I can do? Review something with you, before you go?" "No, nothing like that. Oh man, this is so difficult." I pictured him pacing. "What is?" Flying? It's a hassle, but Gary wouldn't be the pilot, merely a passenger, probably feeling up a flight attendant or two. The thought of all of those Scandinavian women. Gary, the horny son-of-a-bitch, was going to be in heaven. "It's kind of personal. Shit, I should just say it." Gary took an audibly deep breath. "It's my wife. She's having an affair. I just know it." Gary had bragged about his new wife back then, and how it was tough to leave her home. The implication was that she was dynamite in the sack; Gary wanted us all to believe that he was tending to all of her needs, and that he'd miss the hot nightly nookie. "You're probably mistaken." Which is what I hoped someone would tell Harriett if she suspected me of fooling around behind her back. Over and over. "I wish. She goes out at night. Says she's working late, or taking some kind of class or something. Anyway, I did that pencil-rubbing trick. You know, bringing the impressions of handwriting up from the sheet below. There's a pad on her desk, next to the phone. The impressions said 'Bar at The Biltwell, Michigan Avenue, Friday, 7 PM.' I leave on Friday. Go there and watch. See if she meets someone. I have to know. I'm not getting any younger. She's so hot, she could have her pick of anybody. Please?" Gary had told us about the age disparity, mostly to brag that he could keep up with her, sexually. Now, that confidence was gone. He sounded like he was in genuine pain. "Listen, I don't have detective skills. There are professionals who do this kind of stuff." And in the paperback books I'd read, lots of times the detective hooked up with the spouse. This was a very bad idea. "Can't you ask somebody else?" Gary and I weren't that good friends. "She knows all of my buddies but not you. Besides, you owe me, Marcus." He was referring to the hooker incident. Gary got drunk. Stinking drunk. And he'd just gotten back from his honeymoon when our meeting got convened. All we heard was how insatiable his wife was and how frequently they had sex. And where. In bed. In the outdoor patio. On the beach. In a public Jacuzzi. Everyplace. So what happened when he's away from his hot honey? He got horny. On the second night. I'm in our shared room and he staggers in with a young woman with short black hair in a very tight dress. So tight I could see she'd skipped underwear. "What are you doing, bringing her to our room?" I'd asked him. Not that his taste was awful. She had a young face, but she was a pro and looked a bit weary of the street life despite her girlish demeanor. "I couldn't help myself. She reminded me of my wife." I'd seen one wedding photo, the one he passed around at dinner. The black haired hooker with modest breasts looked nothing like his busty blonde bride. "Your wife-" Gary passed out on the bed. "He paid me in advance." She stood, dress high on her thighs, legs spread. "Fifty bucks. You interested?" In getting a communicable disease? "No thanks." She brushed her long bangs from her eyes. Too much mascara. "How about a tension reliever?" She pulled the dress down. Her tits popped out. Nice, just a little loose. I expected the same of her pussy. "Hand or mouth?" "Hand." I didn't want her bright red lipstick on my cock. Then I'd have to scrub it off and that would only get me erect again, and she'd offer to take care of that, but it would cost me, in cash and reputation. Harvey Marcus doesn't pay for it. She pounded my penis, occasionally spitting on it for lubrication. When I felt the rush I didn't announce it. I just splurmed onto her face and neck. She lifted strands of goo from her cheek. "Can I clean up in the bathroom?" "Sure." After she left, Gary was short an electric shaver and I'd lost an expensive nail clipper. So how did I owe him? I guess I never paid him back the fifty bucks. "All right. I'll stop by the bar Friday night, have a drink, look around a bit. If I see something, I'll let you know." "Great! Thank you so much." He sounded relieved, and I hadn't done anything yet. I thought about skipping the bar and telling him she met a girlfriend. But I don't like lying. "I'll email you a recent picture, from our trip to Cancun, so you can identify her." The message came through almost immediately. Thank Rudy for the Interwebs. [author: see Bill Cosby routine for Rudy reference] Patricia was gorgeous, with a body that would stop any man's heart. The bikini she wore held no secrets, and barely held her tits and ass. If the swimsuit was any smaller, or she was any bigger - shit, she was a Bigger. At least I'd get some nominal pleasure looking at her from afar. "Got it. So tell me, what if she leaves the bar with a guy? Should I stop her? Follow her? What?" "No, don't do anything. Just let me know if she meets someone." "Okay, but only because you insist." *** On Friday after work, I walked across downtown to the Biltwell Hotel on Michigan Avenue. There was one bar called Bottoms Up adjacent to the far end of the lobby. The bar was separated from the rest of the lobby by two half-circle walls. From where I stood, it looked like somebody's ass cheeks, the crack where the two walls came together. Maybe it was intentional, or just the irony of the design and the name. I sat along the inside of one of the curved buttock walls, on a stool at a small round table, as far from the modern brushed aluminum bar as I could get and still have a view. From the photo Gary showed me, Patricia hadn't arrived yet. I was curious if she'd arrive on the arm of her paramour or alone. I nursed my drink and checked my watch too often. It was seven fifteen. Finally, she sashayed in and took a seat at the bar. I watched her in profile, from head to waist. Her face was beautiful, and the promise of her body was evident even under a suit coat. I kept an eye on her, except when she turned around. Then I examined my hands. She was approached a few times, had brief conversations with men, and sent them on their way. Good for her. Maybe she was meeting a girlfriend. The one female who approached got the same polite heave-ho. Finally, after about half an hour, she got up to leave, choosing a path to the far side of the curved walls that led right past my table. I studied the lifeline creases of my palms as she passed within smelling range. I held my breath. After she passed, I exhaled slowly and lifted my glass to finish my drink. The glass was still aloft, tipped towards my mouth when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I prayed it was the waiter, asking if I wanted a refill. I swallowed and turned. It was her. "You couldn't keep your eyes off me, could you?" "No." I couldn't keep my eyes from elevatoring her body, now fully in view. "I mean, I didn't-" "I saw you." She pointed back at the bar. "In the mirror." Sure enough, the backsplash behind the bar was all mirror. She'd watched me watching her the whole time. I needed a slick exit line. "There's no law against looking." Sure it was lame, intentionally. She reacted badly, which is to say, she took the bait. "Come with me and I'll give you a close-up view from the best seat in the house." She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me from my chair. The best seat in the house was hers, round and wiggling. She acted like she was eager to shack up. This wasn't a good sign, from Gary's perspective. I wanted to break off, but a part of me was curious how far she'd take it. I mean, she could just be a prick tease, get me up to her room, and dump a bucket of ice down my pants as punishment for my crime of staring. I let myself be coaxed. As we passed the front desk on the way to the elevators, she waved at a desk clerk. In one smooth motion, Patricia lifted a plastic room key from the clerk's hand at the end of an outstretched arm and kept walking. Wow, they were prepared for her! She must have done this before. Poor Gary, he was right. Was she hustling Johns at the bar? But she'd turned away so many prospects, guys who were younger and better looking than me. In the elevator, she stood too close for comfort. Fine if we were headed for a sexual encounter, but this was Gary's wife, for cripe's sake. I was here to observe, not participate. The room wasn't just any plain room, it was a suite. The living room had a big TV and a huge overstuffed round chair. As I walked past the chair, she pushed me into it. The chair absorbed me. It was so large and over padded, my feet didn't touch the carpeted floor. I couldn't even adjust my position, because every time I pushed for leverage, my arm sunk deep into the foam. "So, did you like what you saw?" She stood blocking the TV, which was off. Why did Patricia have ready access to a suite in the hotel? I couldn't tell Gary his wife was a hooker. Maybe his comment about the Vegas street walker being like his wife was true. Ironic! "I'll show you a little more, and then I'll teach you a lesson." "I was never very good at school." Did she mean sexual lessons, or a punishment? Was she into bondage? Gary never mentioned whips or any other kinky stuff. She threw her suit jacket on a nearby sofa and unbuttoned her blouse one tantalizing button at a time. "Do you like my tits?" She spread the blouse open. They were still mostly hidden behind a red bra. It was difficult to discern nipples behind the lace cups. "What I can see of them." And then I realized she might interpret that as asking her to remove the bra. I didn't want that. "Very nice." Actually, I did. The blouse sailed across the room. With an unbutton and an unzip, her skirt fell. Her panties matched her bra, in color and material. She put her hands on her hips. "So, what do you think?" "You're really sexy." Which was the truth. "Let's see how you really feel." She unbuckled my belt, unhooked my pants and unzipped my fly. My jockey shorts stuck out from an obvious erection. "Wow, you weren't kidding!" "Any man would get excited, looking at you." I stressed looking. This had gone further than I expected. We shouldn't have been in that room, taking off clothes. I certainly didn't want to touch her. Actually, I did, but she was Gary's wife. "Excited enough to do something?" She didn't wait for an answer. Her sexy come-on face melted into a scowl. "Well, tough shit. I'm not doing anything with you, because you're not just some guy in bar, are you?" Her face got red, matching the lacy undies. "Gary thought I wouldn't recognize you. It took a while, but I did, from that group photo from Vegas a couple of years ago." I was flattered that she'd remember my face from just one photo, and not a recent one at that. Was it memorable, or just sufficiently odd? "Yeah, we were there together. But tonight I was just sitting alone, having a drink-" "I'm not stupid. You've been busted, you sneaky little creep." She was the one who was full busted. Why did she need to strip? "Gary sent you to spy on me, didn't he?" I stuttered. "No." She took that as a challenge. "Bullshit! Gary doesn't trust me." She was standing there in bra and panties, lecturing me about trust. She could have walked out of the bar and had this argument with Gary when he got back from fucking Danes or Swedes or both. She didn't have to take me upstairs, and she certainly didn't need to take her clothes off, or open my fly. Why didn't she call me out in the bar? "Does he have just cause? What's with you and this suite?" "Her hands dropped to her sides. "If you must know, I'm planning a surprise birthday party for Gary. It's a big one, ends in zero, and I'm holding it here. Mr. Caldwell, the facility manager, gave me access to this suite as part of the room rental." "Oh." Not guilty. I tried to keep Gary off the hook. "The only reason Gary asked me to do this is he loves you so much and doesn't want to lose you." "Oh, he's not losing me." She smiled. "I can see you liked the free show. Come on, let's get you up and out-" "I'm really stuck in here." She extended her arms, leaning over to pull me free. "It kind of swallows you, doesn't it?" My cock throbbed at the thought of Patricia's mouth. No, that wasn't going to happen. She'd help me out of this padded pit, and we'd go our separate ways. Her tits hung in a lacy hammock. I wished that her bra would burst, and they'd hang there bare for my inspection. Not that I'd do anything. After all, this was Gary's wife. Gary's well-built and horny wife. Despite how we were partially undressed, there was a line, and I wasn't going to cross it. Gary wasn't a good friend, but he trusted me. I was deep enough into the chair that she had to lean way over, not a balanced position. She grabbed my hands. When she tried to pull me up and out, she flew forward, landing on top of me, her tits in my face. I was close enough to see the nipples pushing against the fabric. Damn if I didn't want to suck them through the lace, but I controlled myself. "Don't slide to the side, or you'll get stuck too." "I'll just scoot down." She wiggled against me, tits rubbing my chest. Her legs were slightly spread, searching for leverage and finding none. She made good progress until her crotch collided with my erection. Good thing we both had underwear on. Still, the pressure of her pussy against the base of my dick made it even harder, and she didn't seem to be able to raise herself up and get over it. Given the circumstance, there was no way my erection was going to fade any time soon. "Do you have any idea how horny I am?" She ground her crotch against the obstacle. "God, this feels good." She clamped her legs together and humped my cock. "Oh, God! Mmmmm." My prick was rubbing her the right way. I was afraid to touch her, lest I distract her from her determined erotic movements. She screeched and pressed firmly. "Oh God, oh God." Then she collapsed against me, dead weight. "Patricia?" "Huhhh?" She slid to the side, her legs scraping the floor. She melted off the chair in slow motion. I remained stuck, cock erect, in a padded prison. "That's never happened before." "What?" Getting stuck in an oversized over padded chair? "I've never been able to achieve an orgasm except with penetration. You know, fucking? That was amazing!" She tottered to her feet. "God, my panties are soaked." She slid them off. Shit, now her cunt was exposed, shaved bare. This was torture. "Can't you get out? I did." I wiggled and pushed with my elbows. I even bent my feet and tried to lift my ass out but the foam seemed to extend to the depths of the planet. How was this thing designed, anyway? "Nope. I guess I'll have to live out the rest of my life, ordering room service and hiring servants to feed and bathe me." Humor sometimes relieves the tension, although Patricia's orgasm had reduced hers. "Well, the position of sex partner is taken." She pulled my jockeys down. "God, that's one fine prick." "Thanks." Too bad this was Gary's wife. "So do you have any suggestions?" "Uh huh." She reached out her hands. "Let's try again." The definition of crazy is doing something a second time and expecting different results. "You don't have any leverage, and I weigh too much." "Don't argue. I'll brace myself and you lift yourself up." She took a stance that put one foot forward, one back. That separation exposed her even more. My cock throbbed. I held her hands tight. My head and back came out of the enveloping foam. It was working, I was sitting up. "Great!" Then she tugged, breaking the smooth motion that had been working. My body came up and then momentum carried me back down, taking her with me. She was back on top. "I can slide off, just like last time." She smiled. Last time, she got hung up when our privates met. This time, she reached behind and aimed my cock so that when she slid down, my bare cock met her naked pussy head on. "Ooh, this feels even better." This was the line I promised myself I wouldn't cross, the crease between her labia. "Can't you get off, like last time?" I meant, off the chair. "I sure can, with your help." With a bit of a slide, she moved low enough for my cock to slip into her. "If we work together, we can both wiggle out. Hold onto me." Her cunt was squeezing my dick. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her. Her body was warm and smooth. I rubbed her back and copped a feel of her ass. She lurched and I drove deeper. "Oh God, you're so big. It feels really good. Hang on!" I held her tight against me, tits against my chest. She undulated her hips, and we were fucking. But, we were also moving gradually down the chair. Our legs were still flailing in the air. "Is it working?" Behind His Back Ch. 01 It is late evening when a slender, manicured finger presses the button next to the intercom. A voice comes over and says, "Yes?" The young woman at the front door of the apartment complex leans forward, hands on her bare knees and with her plump pink lips says, "it's me." "Come on up!" responds the girl on the other end. The visitor downstairs enters the building and walks to the elevator, her hips swaying back and forth under her tiny denim mini skirt. Inside the elevator, two older business men are unable to take their eyes off of her as her finger nails rake through her hair and her finger tips adjust her bright lip gloss. Her make-up is perfectly applied and blends well with her light brown Filipina skin and dark hair which is tied up in a bun with a few curly strands hanging by the side of her eye. She presses the button marked '12.' The businessmen lean over and try to sneak a peek down the front of her blouse, a low cut black top that shows off her collar bone and the ample cleavage she has pushed up with her bra. She walks out of the elevator, the heels of her black felt boots with the fur rim at the top clacking against the hard ground. The businessmen behind her in the elevator try to stretch their necks to continue staring as the doors close and the beautiful girl disappears around the corner. Inside the apartment marked '12A'... A young, recently married couple are frantically getting dressed. The husband, a plain looking white fellow, is still wearing only an ill-fitting t-shirt and old jeans while the wife, another gorgeous Filipina with long dark hair, dark brown skin, and naturally dark lips, has dressed into a white button down blouse, a pair of black slacks that show off her great hips and ass and flare around her ankles above black sandals with stiletto heels. She paces around the apartment impatiently. "Are you not ready yet?" she yells in an annoyed voice. "Not yet, honey," her husband calls out in response. "Ugh, God..." she says as she scratches between her eye brows while shaking her head and rolling her eyes, "Can you please get a move on? She's going to be here any minute, god damn it!" Her husband walks out of their bedroom with more formal attire, though still disheveled. "Sorry, honey..." he says. He sits down at the couch and puts his shoes on. She sneers at him while pacing then inhales deeply and sighs. Just as he finishes getting dressed, a knock comes on the door. The wife's eyes light up brightly as she grins and walks over to the door. Her husband smiles as he hasn't seen her this happy in a long time. She opens the door to reveal the sexy visitor on the other side. "Rochelle!" the wife screams. "Ashley!" Rochelle screams in turn. The girls embrace and wrap their arms tight around one another. Rochelle's finger nails instantly graze up Ashley's back and a small shudder goes through her skin. Ignoring the scratches, Ashley turns around and, arm in arm, walks over to her husband and introduces them. "This is Rochelle," she says to him, staring at Rochelle out of the corner of her eyes, never letting the girl leave her sight. "Rochelle, this is my husband." Rochelle gives a polite smile and wags her fingers at him. "Hi," she says. Ashley's husband starts to ask about Rochelle's trip when he is cut off by his wife who asks her in a giddy voice how her flight was. Rochelle says, "Oh it was fine. Took a long time but I had a few drinks on board and it helped the time go by. Spent a lot of time thinking about you!" She glances over at Ashley's husband and corrects herself, "You both, that is. Thinking about seeing you both." Ashley smiles and says, "Well same here!" She turns to her husband. "Hey, why don't you go get Rochelle and I a drink? Have one yourself if you want. We have quite a bit of catching up to do." She turns to Rochelle and gives a sweet smile and Rochelle returns in kind. The girls take their stiff drinks to the couch where they sit down, taking up all of the room as they lean towards one another and their legs sit behind them on the cushions. Ashley's husband takes a seat in a nearby chair and sips from his own drink. The girls talk for a long time about how their lives have been. Rochelle explains the series of relationships she's been through and Ashley describes the Hawaiian honeymoon she had several weeks before. "Oh wow, I have really missed talking to you," Ashley says. Her friend places her hand on Ashley's shoulder and smiles. "Reminds you of all those nights I came home pretty drunk from the clubs, huh?" Rochelle asks with a grin. Ashley laughs and turns to her husband and says, "We would stay up all night together like this." her eyes wander back to Rochelle's. Her eyes do not stay long at Rochelle's eyes and absent mindedly drift downward, over Rochelle's exposed flesh, including her midriff. "Well, I'm going to get some more to drink. Ladies?" Ashley's husband says. The girls shake their head and he leaves the room. "Cute piercing you got there," Ashley says as she runs her fingernail around Rochelle's belly button ring. "You like? Had it done a few months ago. I like it," Rochelle says as her hand pulls her blouse up a bit to show more of her stomach, her fingers grazing Ashley's. Ashley's cheeks go a shade pinker. Ashley's finger jerks away as her husband comes back in. Her husband sits down and turns the television on, drinking and occasionally glancing at the girls who continuously scoot closer together. They trade smiles and rest their heads together. The three watch television for a while longer until Ashley's husband stretches as he sits up. "Geez, it's getting late huh? Why don't you stay here the night, Rochelle? Ashley can take you out to lunch tomorrow," he says. "I think that's a great idea," Ashley says. "We should go ahead and get ready for bed, huh? You can sleep on this sofa, Rochelle." Rochelle finishes her drink and says, "Sounds good to me." In their bedroom, Ashley and her husband sit on opposite sides of the bed. He sleeps in boxer shorts alone while Ashley wears the expensive white lacy bra and matching thong. "I've only seen you wear that once. What gives?" he asks. "Oh, I don't know. I've been dressed up all day. It kind of feels good to wear nice stuff, you know? I know you like to dress in rags, but trust me, it's fun," she says. They both slip under the covers and he asks, "So she's pretty hot huh? Didn't know you had friends like that in school." "Yeah, she sure is..." she says in a low voice. "Huh?" he asks. "I said, 'Yeah, I sure did.'" she responds. "So you want to fool around?" "Oh, honey. Not tonight. I don't want to mess up these cute bra and panties you got me for our wedding night." "Yeah, it's too bad you couldn't wear them at the time." "I know. I just had no idea where they were. Sorry. Anyway, good night." Ashley turns out her lamp as he does the same. In the living room, Rochelle's shapely figure shifts in the moonlit room. Her boots are placed next to the couch and her skirt drops to the floor around her cute, pedicured feet. Her arms cross over her large C-cup breasts and she lifts her blouse over and off of her body, revealing a matching lacey bra and thong almost identical to Ashley's but in black. Rochelle takes off her big hoop earrings and sets them on the table by the couch. She lays down, propping her head on one of the arms as to not ruin her hair. She thinks about Ashley's smiling face as she drifts off to sleep. A few hours later, at 5:30 AM, Rochelle stretches and lazily comes to. She can hear rustling coming from Ashley's room. She continues to stretch, running her hands on her body sensuously. She sits up and walks to the hallway door and listens. Ashley's door opens and her husband shuffles out with a wad of clothes in his hand. Rochelle steps back and looks around the corner with one eye as he steps into the bathroom. She bites her lip and waits. A moment later she hears the shower turning on and she smiles slightly. Her hand grips the door frame and she starts to walk down the hallway, a warmth growing between her legs. Rochelle silently pushes Ashley's door open as her husband had left it ajar. Rochelle slips in and quietly closes it behind her. She walks over slowly to Ashley's side of the bed and looks at the sleeping girl. She bites her finger tip and gently pulls the covers down. Underneath, Rochelle finds Ashley in her revealing lingerie. Her mouth opens as she smiles. She pulls the covers all the way off of Ashley. Her fingernails trace from the top of Ashley's panties, over her navel, up over her stomach and past the band in her bra that connects the cups. About an inch of space is between the short strap and the flesh between Ashley's breasts. Rochelle's finger snakes under this space from the stop, then drags her fingernails over Ashley's cleavage. The married young woman stirs in her sleep and looks up. "Rochelle?" she asks. Rochelle drags her fingernails down Ashley's chest in response. Ashley inhales sharply and twists around on the bed, laying across the shorter width, parallel to the pillows. "What are you doing?" she asks in surprise. Rochelle climbs onto the bed, her right knee placed by Ashley's left side. "I'm here to take care of you," Rochelle says. "You think I didn't pick up on all those messages you were sending out with our phone calls? About how bored you were with your husband already? Maybe marrying him was a mistake? I don't think you were joking when you said 'I should have just married you.' I'm here to give you what you want, baby." Rochelle begins lowering her perfect body onto Ashley's. Ashley begins panting and squirming. Her body begins to quiver from the inside out the way a young girl feels as she is being taken for the first time on the eve of her wedding. She didn't feel that way with her husband their first time after the ceremony. She was more preocuppied with finding a comfortable position as the inexperienced boy atop her thrust awkwardly into her barely moist pussy. Right now however, her pussy was soaking wet, craving the touch of her lover. Rochelle leans down, her ass in the air still. Her breasts press against Ashley's equally large chest. Her lips come within close contact of Ashley's, barely touching. The shower in the bathroom continues to spray. Rochelle licks gently on Ashley's lips as she props her hands under the girls arms. She pushes herself up, their breasts rubbing together roughly, her cleavage grazing Ashley's mouth and nose, and her hips drop into Ashley's, their pussies colliding in their thin, lacy thongs. Ashley and Rochelle moan out in ecstasy. Rochelle straddles Ashley and continues to perform her wave maneuver on her long time friend. Their bodies gliding against each other creates electrifying friction. Ashley's legs part a few inches as her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her arms are spread above her, as is her long, luxurious hair. Rochelle's ass tightens when she comes down and gently thrusts her pussy against Ashley's. She bites her lip and her eyes roll back as well as she gently speed up the humping process. Ashley's lips come together tightly into her mouth, her teeth gnashing on the insides of her lips. She breathes heavily through her nose. Both girls continue to moan, and their moans continue to rise in volume. Rochelle licks her lips as the married girl's fingers slide up her torso, over her clothed breasts and to her kneck and jaw. Ashley's index finger slips to Rochelle's lips and the dominant girl begins to suckle on it. She inhales sharply and groans, a whole new erogenous zone pleasured, her lips and tongue caressing Ashley's finger. With the increased groaning, Rochelle shifts slightly downwards and grabs Ashley's right thigh, pulling it up by her side. Ashley smiles and squeals at the feeling of her leg being pulled up. "Let me show you what all those nights of going out clubbing without you have taught me," Rochelle says in a heavy, sultry voice. Rochelle spreads her legs wide and she straddles the leg still on the bed. Her back arching, she grinds her pussy into Ashley's directly. She lets out a loud "Ah!" as Ashley gasps and arches her own back. Rochelle holds on to Ashley's right thigh with her left arm. Her right arm holding onto the back of her own neck as she continues to arch. Ashley's hands run down her own stomach as she breathes heavily. The sexy girl on top her begins slowly to grind her pussy. She steadily increases the speed. Grunts escape their throats. Rochelle's hips start bucking wildly into Ashley as though she were on a dance floor. Her ass jiggles and an audible, wet slapping can be heard. Ashley begins to scream. "Oh, Rochelle! Rochelle!!" the newlywed wails. "Ashley! Oh, fuck yeah! Oh, baby! Ashley Ashley!!" Rochelle shouts as her body shakes and bounces. Both girl's flesh quivers. Their breasts bouncing in the bras, Rochelle's ass shakes, their voices begin to warble. The shower continues to go on providing cover for the loud noises while the girls make love. Ashley's hands grip the sheets as the bed begins to shake back and forth. The springs squeak and parts of the bed begin to bang into the night stands. "Oh my God, Rochelle! This is the best fuck I've ever had in my life!" Ashley screams. Rochelle grabs her neck and pulls her up. They kiss passionately as their bodies hump relentlessly into each other. Their tongues dart into each other's mouths and wrestle with each other. Their panties are completely soaked as they fuck like wild animals. Their breasts crush together as they try to outdo one another in how far they can slide their tongue into the other's mouths. Ashley's head suddenly falls back, though her body remains in position to grind hard with her lover's pussy. She lets out a cry as Rochelle lifts her leg straight into the air and grips onto it. She begins thrusting and pussyfucking her girlfriend with all her might. Both girls shriek. Both girls are sweating and panting. Their bodies almost vibrate and the screams come in unison. Ashley leans back on her hands and Rochelle falls foward on her, their bodies mashing into each other. They climax at the same time, their noses touching and their screams echoing in the large bedroom. The bed continues to quake, slamming into the furniture around them. A lamp falls from one nightstand as their orgasms peak and their bodies and voices shake violently. As their orgasms subside, the girls lie perfectly still for a few seconds, then both let out a sigh and start breathing deeply. Rochelle climbs off of Ashley and stands next to the bed. "Oh my god, baby. I've never cum that hard ever... I mean, ever!" Ashley exclaims. "What? Your hubby don't satisfy you?" Rochelle asks with a smirk and a wink. "Hell no, not like that! Fuck!" Ashley says as she wipes her forehead. "I'm lucky if I'm able to fingerfuck myself after he's passed out." The shower turns off. "Uh oh..." Ashley says as she pulls the cover up over her and the soaking sheets. "Guess I better get back to my bed huh?" Rochelle asks and laughs as she picks up the fallen lamp. "I think you've earned the right to any bed in this household, hm?," Ashley says. Her girlfriend smiles, leans down and gives her a short, but passionate french kiss. "I'll see you later," she says as she walks out of the room. Ashley's eyes are fixed on her swaying hips, then glance up to see Rochelle facing her over her should just as she is about to step out the door. "And next time I'll see all of you," she says as she blows Ashley a kiss. Rochelle returns to the living room and lies on the bed. "Wow," she whispers. Ashley's husband walks into the bedroom without paying attention to anything. He finally glances at Ashley after shuffling around the room and getting dressed.. "Your face is all red and you're sweating. Do you have a fever? Do you need me to get anything?" he says. "I'm fine, just hot. Go where ever it is you're going so I can get back to sleep," she says as she half-heartedly sticks her tongue at him. He chuckles and says, "Alright, honey." He gets dressed and leaves the room, leaving Ashley to stretch her arms and whisper, 'Wow." Rochelle is lying on the couch reading a magazine from the desk, still in her lingerie, when Ashley's husband walks in and averts his eyes. "Oh, geez. I'm sorry," he says. "Stare any longer and I'll have to charge you," she says with a furrowed brow and a predatory look of dominance. "Sorry! Sorry!" he says as he shields his eyes and squeezes through the door. Behind His Back Ch. 01 "Yes. Oh yes. Keep it up!" No chance I was going soft with her pelvic action. With her hip motions and my buttock squeezes, we were winning against the chair prison. Not to mention, I was simultaneously fucking Gary's wife. See, just like in the detective stories. "You know." She panted for breath. "It's kind of ironic. Gary sent you here to see if I was cheating on him, and I end up cheating on him with you." "Yeah, ironic." My knees reached the edge of the chair. My feet hit the floor. Carpet never felt so good. I sat up, Patricia in my lap, legs spread. I was buried deep in her pussy. She stopped humping and stared. "We are going to finish, aren't we?" Perhaps as an enticement, she reached behind and unclipped her bra. When her tits came into view, she held them up for inspection. The nipples were inflated and red, high on the fleshy mounds, begging for my lips. And I was already deep inside her. The only question was, "To cum or not to cum." My mouth flew to her breasts, kissing the flesh, flicking her nipples with my tongue, sucking each one. Her hips regained their wave motion. "Oh God. Yes, yes, oh, so good!" I caressed her tits, then her sides, then her ass. When my hands reached her buttocks, she pressed down hard, groaning. She took a cleansing breath and repeated the pressure. She'd climaxed for a second time. She leaned away from me, her body glistening with sweat, even sexier. I was still erect, and hadn't cum. She stood up, wobbled a bit from fucking exertion, and leaned on my shoulder. "What's with that?" My cock was at attention, coated with her cunt juices. "Don't you ever go down?" She couldn't have meant eating my intimate female companions. "Sure, when I've achieved an orgasm. By my count, you're up, two to none. But that's okay. We've really done much more than we should, and you seem to be satisfied, so I'll just go." "The hell you will!" She pulled me to my feet. My trousers hit the floor, but my jockeys hung out at knee level. She grabbed my dick and tugged, in a rather unerotic fashion. Maybe she wanted to rip my prick off and keep it for her own solo pleasure. "That hurts. Stop it. Really, I never meant for us, I mean, for me to end up, well, you know." "What about how I feel?" She let go and wandered towards the bedroom. Her ass was perfectly round. She plopped down on the edge of the bed. "I'm a failure. Sure, you're pretty talented, but me? I took advantage of you. Just because I'm so horny. Gary never gets me off twice in a night, and you did it without going limp. Shit, is that fucked up or what?" I'd lost the thread of her lament. She took advantage of me? Maybe, but then I got a free ride with Gary's sexy wife. I wandered into the bedroom and stood in front of her. I'd violated both Gary's trust and his wife. Enough for one night. "I'm going to go." "No, wait." She grabbed my hips and pivoted my body. My cock slapped her cheek. "Naughty boy." She slapped her hand against my prick. If it had been deflating, the impact increased the blood flow. ''Ouch. That hurt." "Let me kiss it and make it better." Her lips grazed the tip. "I don't do this with Gary." She opened her mouth and took the head inside, tongue swirling. "Mmmm." My hips jerked. She coughed and let it loose. "Hold on. You're too big." I wasn't about to give Gary's wife a lesson in deep throating or cock sucking. Her fingers tickling my balls held me in place. "You don't owe me anything." She stood up and put her hands around my waist. "I know. But I never said thank you." For the first time that evening, our lips met. My arms circled her waist. My cock rubbed her belly. "God, you're insatiable. And, God help me, I want more." Her hand slid down and took hold, this time, with a caress instead of a jerk. I was the jerk, staying and tempting both us for more sex. "Patricia, I really have to-" "It's Patty, and you can't tell me you're not interested." She slid my foreskin back. My prick strained forward. "What's your favorite position?" I'd already fucked her, and she'd masturbated on my prick once herself. There was only my orgasm, and the evening would be complete. "Doggie. On all fours, you on the bottom." Best to be explicit. She hopped upon the bed and presented a rear view to me. With her thighs apart, her labia were distinct, puffed up and gleaming. I climbed up behind her. She was still a tight fit, but I took my time, bottoming out. All the while, she was moaning and humming. When I started humping against her ass, her hums turned to panting and yipping. I leaned over and palmed her tits. She lurched back, and if there had been any of my cock not in her, we were pubes to pubes. I massaged her tits, plucking her nipples. She became more vigorous, but I wanted control. It was her on top previously that had prevented my orgasm. This was my position, and my fuck. Well, she was there too, I guess. "Am I good?" she groaned. "Is it good for you?" I thrust, repeatedly. "Yes. Oh yes. You're a great fuck." I wasn't kidding. She liked sex, and so did I. Under other circumstances, she and I could have been a regular item, experimenting with new and different positions and roles. She hollered, announcing her third orgasm. I could have kept on humping, but this was Gary's wife. I shrunk with the thought. She knew. "What's wrong?" She pulled forward and rolled over. "Something happened." "I can't do it." I sat back on my haunches, cock moist but fading. You're Gary's wife. We've already done way too much. I shouldn't be here. Neither should you. Let's call it a night." She sat up, supported by bent arms. "Well that might be okay for you. You got me off real good, more in one night than Gary does in a week. And he cums every time I practically touch him. But if you go before you cum - well, it makes me a failure. My best efforts have left you hanging." She looked at my semi erect shaft. "Well, not quite hanging." My prick lurched at our conversation. "I just need more attention than Gary does." Or he's a premature ejaculator. "Could you do me one small favor?" Not tell Gary? "What?" "Could you eat me?" She fell back on the bed, her thighs spread as a physical confirmation of her invitation. "Gary doesn't like to, but I enjoy it. And now that my engine is running I can't stop." What harm would that be? I'd already fucked her. "Why not?" "Goodie." I moved in close and fingered her labia open. I used a variety of attacks long strikes and short jabs with an occasional nibble. Her hips wouldn't stay still which made things more difficult. I felt my cock against the sheet, hard again. I liked oral sex and my renewed erection was evidence. She cried out loud. Her stomach arched off the bed, pulling from my grasp. "You bastard!" "What is it now?" "You got me off again." She looked up at the rough spackled ceiling, not me. "Do you like my tits?" My hand had cupped one of her breasts subconsciously. "Yes very much." "Get your cock up here." A tit fuck? Sure, why not, after everything else we'd done, this was G rated. I straddled her chest and laid my cock between her breasts. She pressed them together. "Okay, come on. Enjoy yourself." She meant to get me off, spitting between her tits, raising her head as I plowed her breast valley. When I pushed forward, her lips pursed to kiss my cock. A little further and her mouth formed an "o" to receive the head. It was like diddling at the entrance e to a pussy. Very erotic. She was going to get her wish and I was going to get my rocks off. She dropped one hand so I took over the breast holding. Over my shoulder, I could see her rubbing her pussy in a circular motion, and then jabbing two fingers inside, frigging herself. Then back to the exterior stimulation, rubbing her clitty area vigorously. Her body undulated beneath me as she applied her self-pleasure techniques, which only excited me more. "Kiss me again," she whispered. "What?" I was so close to cumming, I didn't want to stop. Not now. "I want to kiss you some more. Pleeeese?" She was in control. I scooted back, dragging my cock from her breast valley across her stomach. My lips met hers. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. With a renewed erection and her legs spread, my cock bumped her pussy. One of her hands guided me in. She raised her thighs and wrapped her legs around me. "Come on, you're almost there. Fuck me one last time. I want your cum in my cunt, not on my chest. I want you to juice me up." I pumped, long and slow, like I'd done between here tits. My dick throbbed, gliding through her moist channel. Automatically, my pace increased. I was attacking, delivering relentless thrusts. Maybe this time, I'd get my orgasm. I was certainly hard enough, maybe too hard. "Yes, yes, do it. Do me. Fuck me." Her cheers excited me. My thrusts were full-length insertions, over and over. She tapped her fingertips against my balls. Was she in a hurry or just attempting to assist in my success? There was another scream. Her legs fell to the mattress, leaving my cock waving so long to her cunt. "Fuck! How could you?" She'd reached orgasm again and was pissed about it. There was no winning with this woman. My thighs were fatigued. "It's never been like this for me." "I know, me too. This is the best sex I've ever had." She'd misunderstood. Just as well. "Are you done? You aren't, are you?" She sat cross-legged, her pussy gaping open. "No, I'm afraid not." "But you're still hard." She was being kind. I was fading again. And I was pooped from pumping. "We should call it a night." I scooted off the bed and gathered my clothes. Her legs unwound. "I'm sorry-" "You're sorry? I'm the one who should be apologizing. I was just supposed to see if you hooked up with anybody, and it turned out to be me." "So Gary did send you here to check up on me." She threw her head back and laughed. Her tits shook. "So what will you tell Gary? The truth?" "Close. A version of it that keeps us both out of trouble. Agreed?" I was pulling up my slacks. When I stood, she came over and hugged me. I got another kiss. "I love Gary, and I would never do anything to hurt him. Really." After she got dressed, we took the elevator to the lobby. The names and photos of the hotel management team decorated the wall at Registration, where Patricia dropped off her key. One of the photos in a walnut frame was Richard Caldwell. Nice looking guy, a little younger than Gary or me. In charge of Event Planning and Facilities, just like Patricia had said. Before we could get close to the revolving door, one of the desk clerks ran over. "Ms. Bigger, there's a message for you." Patricia read the note, snorted, crumpled it up and threw it in the bottom of one of those sand trap ashtrays that have a small waste receptacle below. Outside, Patricia's car was waiting, and she hadn't said a word or presented a parking pass or anything. Hotel staff must have called ahead. She gave me a quick peck. "I'll invite you to the birthday party. Gary will be so surprised." "How will you explain me being there? After all, you said it, Gary and I aren't close." The car jockey opened the door of her imported sedan. "I'll tell him I looked though his photo album, saw an unfamiliar face, looked you up from that organization you belong to, and that was that." "Okay, if you can do it with a straight face." "Besides, I'd like to see you again." Her grin was broad, with just a hint of tongue. I gave her a raised eyebrow. Once was an accident, but a series of sexual encounters? That would be full-fledged cheating, exactly what Gary was worried about. She processed my expression. "Not that we'd do anything. But you're a nice guy." I got one more kiss, this one firmer. Then she slid into her expensive sedan and drove off. I reentered the lobby and strolled over to the ashtray with the trash bin below. I pretended to tie my shoe. When the bellhops weren't looking, I reached in and pulled out a handful of waste, used tissues, gum wrappers, and one note on pink paper. I found the men's room, washed my hands, and uncrumpled the note: 'Dearest Patty, Something came up and I can't make it this evening. I look forward to being with you next week. Love, Dick.' As in, Richard. Richard Caldwell. Damn, Patricia was cheating on Gary with the guy who was renting her the room for Gary's party. No party, maybe no cheating. Ironic! Gary was right to be concerned. So now what was I supposed to tell him? Did she meet someone? That's what he'd asked. No, since good old Dick didn't show up. No need to tell Gary that my dick took Richard's place in Patty's pussy. And if Patricia really did send me an invitation for Gary's birthday bash, I'd beg off, citing a conflict. Just like the conflict that was raging inside me as I waited for my car to be brought around. ### An Original H M Tale ### I'm always interested in reader feedback. Send me an email and tell me what you think. Copyright (c) 2009, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved. Behind His Back Ch. 02 In the bedroom, Ashley is perfectly still, basking in her own afterglow and sighing. The sheets, covering her up and only leaving part of her breasts exposed so she may breathe freely, contain her body heat. She can feel herself still sweating, but makes no effort to move. Her thoughts bounce rapidly in her head, from her husband leaving straight back to her old school girl friend fucking her brains out. Her eyelids grow heavy as the faint morning light leaks through the shades on the window. She stretches her arms out then places her hands on either side of her head as she drifts off slowly into slumber. Sunlight bathes a parking lot as Ashley gains awareness. She looks around, somewhat confused, though perfectly comfortable. She looks to her left and there parked is a shiny green Camaro. On the hood is Rochelle, wearing thigh high leather boots with large heels. Above the boots she wears incredibly tight leather hot pants, small enough to come far below her navel and show off some flesh of her ass. Her torso is wrapped in a constricting, matching bustier. Her usual hoop earrings dangle from her ears, glinting from behind her long, curly black hair that flows behind her shoulders. "Hey, you!" Rochelle says with a smile, "I got your books." "But... I already studied," Ashley says. "Well, that's not what you said last night." "What do you mean?" "That doesn't matter right now. You're going to be late!" "Late? Late for what?" Ashley asks as she turns around. When she stops, the parking lot has become a grassy field. She walks forward and looks around, a gentle breeze caressing her face. Looking to her right, she sees that there is a wedding ceremony in progress. Ashley walks forward and down the aisle, remembering her proper stepping pace and footstep order. When she arrives at where the priest is she looks around. She doesn't recognize any of those in attendance. A voice speaks next to her saying, "I do." With a confused shake of her head, Ashley says, "But we already did this." She looks next to her and sees a girl in a wedding gown hidden by a veil. "Wait, what is going on?" Ashley asks. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest says. The girl turns to Ashley and lifts her veil, revealing a beautifully made-up Rochelle. Her eyes are wide open as Ashley fumbles over her words. "Wait, what? But... I already did this. What is this? I, uh... I already... uh... I..." Ashley stops her quiet babbling and stares at Rochelle. Her lips and jaw move as though she wants to keep talking, then the motion stops. She stares into the bride's eyes for a long moment. With a sudden lean forward, Ashley engulfs Rochelle's lips, who reacts in much the same way. Rochelle's hands come up to Ashley's shoulders and their tongues begin to enter each other's mouths as the attendees start clapping. With her eyes closed, Ashley suddenly feels her legs lifting and wrapping around a body. A feeling of penetration strikes her and she opens her eyes. She's in her bed, in her apartment. Her legs are wrapped around Rochelle's waist. Rochelle is thrusting repeatedly into Ashley, creating a sensation she has only had glimpses of before with her husband. She feels a sudden emotional surge as though whatever Rochelle was doing to her, deep inside her pussy was triggering something deep seated. "Oh, God! Oh my God! Rochelle! Oh, baby!" Ashley screams as Rochelle continues to somehow nail her, "Oh shit! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck me, Rochelle!, Fuck me! God, I love you! Rochelle!" Ashley's eyes fly open. She is in her apartment. She has been dreaming and she is soaking wet all over again. Daylight pours through the window as she glances at the clock. Less than an hour has passed. She gets up and strips off her wet panties and slips out of her bra. She walks over to her closet and gazes in. Inside are all manner of expensive garments, made to look even more luxurious when places next to her husband's old shirts and pants in the same closet. She picks out a tight little white tee and grabs out a pair of pink boy-cut panties and her old school short shorts, indigo in shade, and featuring the school mascot, an eagle. She places them on the bed neatly and heads to exit the room. Ashley opens her door to find a naked Rochelle off to one side, glaring at her. "Oh!" Ashley says, startled," Rochelle, I..." Her eyes wander down Rochelle's voluptuous body. "Like what you see?" Rochelle asks, shaking her now loose hair around her shoulders. "I... um, this is a surprise!" "You didn't mind the surprise I gave you this morning." "Well, I... you know..." "So how was it?" Rochelle asks as she walks up to Ashley and let her body graze hers. "It was... okay it was incredible. But he could have found us!" "Oh please, like he'd say anything. You know boys like that love watching two hot girls get it on." "But I'm his wife, it... it would be different!" "The way you were screaming? I doubt it. Nobody could resist a sound like that. Not even me," Rochelle says as she smirks and traces Ashley's shoulder with her fingernails. Ashley jerks away slightly and laughs nervously. She says, "Wait! Um.. you know.. I could really use a shower right now." "Oh really? Me too! What a coincidence!" Rochelle says in a flippant tone. "No, I mean.. uh.." Ashley squeezes out of the door, unable to avoid sliding her naked body against Rochelle's. She walks backwards to the bathroom door, staring at Rochelle still. Her hand fumbles behind her and finally finds the door handle. Rochelle walks over and places one arm over Ashley's shoulder, leaning her hand against the wall behind her. "Look, this whole..." Ashley begins, circling her hand in the air, "..thing. You know, I just... I don't know, you know? I..." "You wanna take it slow? We can do that," Rochelle says calmly, pulling her arm back but letting it drift down Ashley's breast, "I'll tell you what. You have your little shower and then I'll have my turn. Then we can talk about this girl..." she continues with emphasis "...on girl." Ashley whimpers and is only able to nod and slip into the bathroom, accidentally slamming the door. She leans her back to the door and pants. Rochelle walks away and saunters into Ashley's bedroom, her eyes wandering. She comes to Ashley's husband's night table and picks the picture he has up. In the picture, he is smiling wide, while Ashley's eyebrows are raised and her mouth barely forms a grin. Rochelle smiles as she places the picture face down. Heading to the closet and chest-of-drawers, she looks through Ashley's clothes. She takes note of the brand names and designers and gives a look of impression. She gazes toward Ashley's husband's clothes and snorts out a laugh. Pulling, one of Ashley's silk shirts out of the closet she looks it over, then smells it gently. She places it back and opens their drawers. Inside she finds, men's boxers shorts and with a scoff, slams it shut. She finds another drawer and inside are delicate panties, both boy-cut and thong. She picks up one pair but only a faint scent of Ashley is there as they had been recently cleaned, but the joy of going through the married girl's personal belongings is enough of a thrill. Rochelle turns around and notices Ashley's clean clothes on the bed. She walks over and smiles at the short shorts that she also owns a pair of. Her eyes scan over the bed and center on the bright pink panties. She smirks as she gets an idea. In the bathroom, Ashley is bathing in her steaming hot shower. She leathers her dark body with her hands. When she grazes over her nipples she lets out a squeak. Ashley bites her lip then purposely stimulates her nipples. Her jaws falls open and she begins to breathe hard. Her head rolls back, into the stream of the shower causing her incredibly long, wet hair to cling to her back, down past her waist and ending just above the bottom of her ass. The water pours of her as she blinks rapidly and rubs and squeezes her breasts harder and faster. Her left hand begins to travel down her tight stomach and between her legs. Rochelle's naked body flashes into her mind. Every curve and dimple is burned into Ashley's memory. The thought of Rochelle cocking her head with a seductive look, her hand on her hip, proudly displaying her body drives Ashley to slide her fingers between her legs and rub. She begins to moan and close her eyes tight. Her right hand squeezes and lifts her breast as the other rubs her clit. The water continues to cascade over her creating a slick surface over her nipple for her hand to glide. "Oh, Rochelle..." she whispers. In the bedroom, Rochelle is holding the panties in both hands, one slender leg enters them. The other follows suit and she slowly pulls them up, the pink creating a beautiful juxtaposition to her tan skin. "Mm, these fit great," she says as she twists her body and plays with the waist band. She rubs her ass with her hands and turns around. She sits on the bed and leans back, kicking her feet and listening to the shower once again. With a deep breath through her nose, she brings her right leg up and places the foot on the edge of the bed, resting her left foot on the floor beneath. Rochelle begins to suck on her fingers on her right hand and panting. She gently begins rubbing her nipples with the wet fingers. Her hips sway with the tingling sensation she gets. Her hand travels down to her pussy. She leans her head back as she starts to rub through her girlfriend's panties on her own clit. Her hips sway and thrust gently. She smiles and rubs harder, feeling her pussy growing wetter in the panties. As she rubs herself harder, her other hand grips the bed. Her breaths come deeper and her hips buck harder. "Oh yeah.. mmh," she says to herself, "you like that, don't'cha, bitch?" Rochelle's hand slips into her panties and her fingers into her pussy, slamming in. "Uh huh! Yeah! I do! Oh yeah!" she screams and breaks into a fit of giggles at acting out the scene. The laughter is cut short by genuine moaning as she fingers herself. Her toes curl against the bed and carpet and her hips lift slightly off the bed as she gets into a rhythm of fingering herself. In the bathroom, Ashley has also begun to finger herself, though she has skipped any gentle formalities and roughly fingerfucks herself. Her sighs and groans echo in the steam filled bathroom. "Oh, God baby! Ungh! Do me! Do me, please!" she screams as she rams her fingers into her soaking pussy. Her other hand grips the shower wall to help her keep balance. In her mind, Rochelle has stepped into the shower with her and begun to finger her from behind. She can almost feel the beautiful girl's brown breasts pressing into her own dark brown back. Ashley's torso is doubled over as she struggles to keep balance. In the bedroom, Rochelle's hips buck wildly as she keeps perfect balance on the edge of the bed. Her left foot is raised above the floor and she holds herself up with her left hand and right foot. Her body flows in waves as she humps her own fingers. She imagines Ashley standing before her, fingering her and watching her incredible body work its magic. Almost dancing to a beat, Rochelle's entire body bounces and flows smoothly. In the shower, Ashley slams her back into the wall as to not fall over. Her hips thrust forward in jerks as she screams Rochelle's name. Her legs tremble and her body shakes. Her orgasm racks her body and she shrieks. The shriek is completely uninhibited and Ashley makes no effort to hide it. Her voice cracks as she fingers and screams. "Ohhh.. yeah! Yeah!" she screams, but eventually fades into unintelligible wails. At the same time, Rochelle falls back on the bed. Her right leg props her waist far above the bed and her left leg hangs in mid air. She balances on her toes and shoulders only creating an arc. Her hips thrust wildly as she screams. "Oh God! Oh fuck! Yeah fuck me!" Her voice echoes, mingling with Ashley's pouring from the bathroom. "Fuck, Ashley! Oh fuck yeah you make me cum! Make me cum! Fuck me, Ashley!" Her voice pleads as her own orgasm erupts from deep within her. She screeches and her legs and hips shoot into the air repeatedly. She grunts like an animal with each thrust, her hand still frantically fingering her pussy. Her voice falls into a low growl as her thrusting slows. Deep in her throat her voice vibrates and slows. Her ass crashes into the mattress and she begins to pant. In the shower, Ashley wobbles to her feet and rinses off. She grabs the shampoo bottle and drops it from her shaking hand. Rochelle rises gracefully from the bed and hooks her thumbs into the panties she's wearing. She strips them off slowly then holds them out and grins. She places them back where they were on the bed then walks over to a small chair in the corner of the room out of sight of the door. Ashley finishes washing her hair finally and steps out. She grabs a towel and rubs herself down, still panting, but no longer shaking. She finishes drying then wraps the towel around her body. Leaving the bathroom, she looks around the hallway, watching for any surprises. Ashley walks across the hall and enters her bedroom timidly. Seeing no sign of Rochelle, she walks in and slams the door behind her. Rochelle silently rises from the chair in Ashley's blind spot as Ashley drops the towel from her body. Ashley looks curiously at her panties as they look more worn out than how she left them. She has no chance to investigate as too smooth hands caress her waist from behind. The hands slip forward and cup her breasts from the bottom. "What took so long?" Rochelle whispers as she begins to lick her neck. Instinctively, Ashley's ass backs up, her left arm goes behind her head and wraps around Rochelle's neck. The two Filipina beauties begin to curl around each other. Ashley catches herself in what she is doing and immediately pulls away. Rochelle scratches her with her fingernails as she walks forward. "Aw, what's wrong? Did I scare you?" Rochelle asks. "Startled me a little, yeah," Ashley's voice quivers. "I'm sowwy," Rochelle says in a baby voice as she traces Ashley's spine with one fingernail. Ashley shudders, "I... I have to get dressed. My husband will be home soon." "Sure, sure," Rochelle says,"Here let me help you." "I don't think that'll be necessa-" Rochelle cuts off Ashley's thought by forcing her to spin around. "Relax, Ashley. I'll take good care of you." She reaches behind Ashley and grabs the pink panties, darker now as they're soaked with her own fluid. "Here," she says as she gets on her knees and looks up at Ashley. She smiles and squeezes her arms together, showing of her bare chest. "Just put your foot out for me?" "Oh, alright," Ashley says. She lifts her right foot and points it toward Rochelle's pierced stomach. Rochelle smirks as she stretches the hole wide for her to slip the foot in and raises it up her calf. "The other one please?" Ashley balances back on her foot and raises the other. Rochelle gets the girl's foot in and shimmies them up a bit. Ashley stands firm as Rochelle gathers a bit of the panties' sides in her fingers. Without warning, Rochelle yanks the panties up as she shoots to her feet at the same time. The wet panties envelop Ashley's pussy suddenly and she lets out a squeal. Rochelle pulls up so hard as to make Ashley's body bounce, giving a slight jiggle to their breasts in the motion. Ashley barely maintains her balance, having to grab Rochelle's shoulder. A moan escapes her lips. "Rochelle!" Ashley yells," What did you do?!" Rochelle answers, "You're gonna keep these on for me. Keep these on, okay? For me?" She gives Ashley a sad-eyed look, complete with pouting lip. "I... alright, I guess.." Ashley's cheeks and nose turn bright pink. "Good!" Rochelle says happily, "Now you're going to see how they fit when we go out to lunch!" "Go out? Like this? Oh no, Rochelle, no!" Ashley implores. "Shhh! It'll be okay! It'll be just like when we were in school, remember? You can let me have some of your clothes when I shower. We traded clothes all the time! I read about this great little place around the corner on the internet." "Okay.. okay..." Ashley says, giving in. Rochelle leaves the room telling Ashley she's going to get dressed herself. Ashley slips on the t-shirt that comes to the top of her belly button, as her hest pushes the fabric out. She slips on the pair of shorts over the wet panties, causing them to squeeze again on her. She sighs and shuts her eyes tight. Grabbing a pair of socks and her tennis shoes, she walks out to the living room. There, Rochelle, still nude, is drinking a glass of juice and looks out the window. "I'm gonna get my shower now, too. I promise I'll be quick!" "That's fine," Ashley says. Rochelle walks past Ashley where they exchange glances in their passing. Rochelle disappears into the bathroom while Ashley walks over to the couch. Letting out a hard sigh of relief, she plops down on the couch. The squish of the wetness between her thigh causes her to jump up and yelp with wide open eyes.