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Bridge Group Ch. 01

By: Charly



Chapter One: Temptation

It was always amusing to watch the sensual way in which Joanne acted when speaking to Danny. It was clear that she liked him a lot, and even more clear that she was getting a certain sexual pleasure out of the flirtation. At least that is the way I had thought of it in the past few years, as Danny had grown from adolescence to a twenty something young man. He seemed rather shy and probably that was the thing that made Joanne spend so much time with him when we visited our card-playing friends, Bill and Janet Edwards. She had a huge soft spot in her heart for strays and outcasts. Joanne, now in her early forties, has a motherly instinct about such young men.

Perhaps she would not be able to call it that, but it was really flirting. I saw nothing wrong in that either. After all, flirting is quite a pleasurable pastime, and no harm was being done. I could see that Danny was more or less smitten with her attention. It would be strange indeed if he were not also sexually excited by her attentions. More than once I had noticed a bulge in his pants after one of their chats.

Lately I had been observing more closely. I noticed how frequently she would seek him out during our visits; how she smiled and touched his arm to make a point. Or put her hand on his knee, telling him some little joke; perhaps cajoling him to find himself a permanent girl friend, the way women seem to do.

"Oh, Mrs. Williams, you know there is no one but you for me, don't you?" I heard him saying. She laughed and punched his shoulder playfully. 

Danny was not really all that smooth; in fact I thought of him as a bit rough. But Joanne had always liked him and tried to draw him out. Actually, the only time I had seen him smile was during these conversations with my wife. He never had anything to say to me, and was sort of clumsily sullen when seen around town. Still, he was a big, muscular, good-looking guy in an unusual way. Some people are homely in an attractive way, if you know what I mean. That was Danny. Joanne thought he was "cute."
 I had also noticed that Joanne dressed a little more carefully when we were coming to visit the Edwards. She always put on her best perfume, dabbing a little between her generous breasts and then stooping to touch some behind her knee. I was amused earlier tonight, for example, that she showered and then carefully stood over her panty drawer and picked carefully, ending with matching white panties and bra from Victoria's Secret and new, very sheer pantyhose from Hanes. Since I was the ultimate beneficiary of all this silky pleasure late at night when we came home, I certainly had no objection and observed silently.

I watched her with a growing erection as she bent over to step into the satin panties. I could just see the plump lips of her pussy pouting in the crease of her body. A few dark curls peaked out sexily around the smiling lips, tempting me. She swept the panties up swiftly, too swiftly for my pleasure, and I watched as they caught for just a moment as she tugged them over the voluptuous spread of her hips. The panties slipped snuggly into place, leaving me staring through the flat-topped arch formed by her thighs and the panel of the pretty panties.

My erection grew as she slipped her arms into the loops of the lacy bra and shrugged it loosely onto her shoulders. Her shoulders were straight and proud and looked sensual with the straps of the bra hanging loosely, waiting for her hands to fix the clasp. The awkward stretch to reach the clasp, softened and turned sensual by bending forward to let the full roundness of her breasts drop into the cups. I watched as she ran her hand under the cups and lifted them slightly as she stood erect.

She turned to the side and sat down on the little bench. My eyes took in the pleasure of her breasts, as she slipped one arm into the leg of the sheer new pantyhose, eyeing its perfection. She rolled it slowly down into a manageable loop and reached forward to begin the ungainly task of pulling the nylon up her pretty leg. The task was repeated with the other leg and she stood to tug the roll of nylon up over the soft roundness of her bottom. Turning away again, I watched as the sheer nylon covered the white panty, spanning her bottom and making it look even more delectable. Something about the look of panties enhanced with the effect of pantyhose smoothing and molding her bottom, made my mouth water with desire. Somehow, that sight has always been sensual in the extreme, like one of those beautiful buffet tables in a fancy restaurant. I could have quite happily eaten her right then.

But, Joanne's sensible rebuke had held me off. "We're already late; we should go!" she said as my hands slipped up her legs along the taut nylon and explored the cheeks of her bottom. "I think I need a slip with this dress, don't I?" she said absently, not waiting for an answer. 

She had brushed her skirt down away from my groping hands and swirled across the room to find a crisp white half-slip. She stood looking in the mirror as she slipped it up under the dress and then aligned the slit in the slip with the slit in the dress. Her legs looked healthy and full as she examined herself in the mirror, checking how much leg was revealed through the slit. Just right, about half way up her thigh. 

"Shall we go, then?"

"You never want to do anything I want to do." I whined, half joking.

"You have a one track mind." Her lip curled in mock derision. Women have the upper hand you know; they can make men shrink back with the simplest hint that our sexual cravings and peccadilloes are silly or childish or on some lower level. We are all considered so macho and aggressive, but, really, it ain't so! I docilely followed along and we drove to Bill's house, a few minutes away.

There were only the two couples playing tonight and our conversation was happy and freewheeling as the card game continued. I found myself paying curious attention to Joanne flirting with Danny while she was 'dummy' and on her way to refresh our drinks. 

"Your play, Jack, we've got your ass you know." 

Bill jolted me back to the game. After playing the losing card, my eye strayed again over my shoulder to note the slit in Joanne's skirt as she sat on the edge of the ottoman, facing Danny. The taut nylon gleamed in the light, luscious in hue and contrasting nicely with a hint of the lacy slip underneath. Her hand teased her thigh, attracting attention to the beauty.

Joanne refreshrf our drinks and stood watching over my shoulder as I pondered our fate in the game. It occurred to me that she might be a little ahead of herself on drinks tonight as she wobbled slightly against me. While Bill pondered my lead, I let my hand slip secretly under Joanne's skirt and trailed up the firm, yet soft expanse of thigh under her pantyhose. My hand slipped higher until my palm was on her hip and my wrist settled against the silken sensation of her ass. I contrived to drag the skirt with my hand , giving Danny a view of the white panties veiled by the rich colored nylon of the pantyhose. 

Joanne stiffened slightly. I could almost feel her mind working, realizing that I was exposing her long legs and her pretty bottom. She paused though, not moving, not pushing my hand away. Bill played, and to my surprise, Joanne leaned forward to play a card from the dummy. 

There was a catch in her voice as she said, "This one, dear, surely."

"Ah, yes, sure," I replied. 

For a moment, I enjoyed the way the nylon slipped over her panties under my caress, and then slowly dropped her skirt back in place. Surprisingly, I won the hand. But also, I thought that I had learned something about my wife. 

I pondered what had happened. Joanne had, I was certain, known that I had exposed her in a way that treated Danny to a view of panties and pantyhose enhancing her bottom and lovely legs. But, she paused a bit too long to be accidental, and allowed the display to continue. Unusual for Joanne, since she is normally rather modest and almost never given to flaunting her sensual good looks. 

While I was certain she knew how I had exposed her, she gave no hint of it, sitting across from me now, sorting her cards. Or perhaps she did. Her face was slightly flushed and she was talking a little bit faster than normal. I was equally certain that she had enjoyed it, or enjoyed the thought of the thrill it would have given to Danny. I decided to draw her out on this interesting phenomenon. Certainly, she will never mention it herself. Our sexual play and occasional sexual fantasies were always suggested by me. She enjoyed a full variety of sexual activities and usually was receptive to my proposed "fun and games" but would never suggest any herself. She would agree reluctantly to my fantasy games but usually engage enthusiastically once we had started. This feigned reluctance, of course, made me hesitant at times. 

Our sex had become a little lackluster lately, lacking some of its earlier excitement. After twenty years of marriage, some would expect that as normal, but that thought didn't make me feel any better. I could use some ways of injecting excitement into it again. 

"Well we made a good showing on that one! Thanks to my help!" Joanne said. 

Was the double entendre' intended, I wondered, looking at her over my glasses. A small smile crossed my lips, but she gave no hint, no response. Maybe she had not noticed the display after all.

The next time Joanne was dummy, she left the table once again. There was a large mirror just opposite me and I could observe her approaching Danny as he lay sprawled in a chair before the TV.

"We have to find you some nice girl to marry, you know that? Your mother wants grandchildren, you know!" It was one of her standard little jokes with Danny. "Are you getting serious with any of them yet?"

Danny's shy reply was quiet and muffled.

"You tell him, Joanne, he won't listen to me," Janet called to her without looking up. "I'm afraid he will be around here when he's forty!"

"You feed him too well, Janet! Why should he move out when he gets all this service and good food too?" 

It was good-natured goading and Danny had been hearing it from them for a long time. He remained sprawled in the chair, legs wide apart, grinning up at her.

But then, she did something that took on a new meaning to me. Joanne strode forward and, standing between his legs, she pointed one finger to his exposed belly button and made a tickling motion. 

"Hey! No!" he smilingly screamed. 

His hands caught hers and kept her from tickling him. He held onto her hand. I thought that I noticed her thigh pressing against his as she caught her balance. She stood smiling above him and let him hold her hand a little too long. Trailing her finger out of his grip, she returned to the table. It was really quite an intimate thing; to stand between the large denim covered thighs of this hulk of a youngster and look down on his prone body. I was sure that she was fully aware of the sensuality of it.


"Danny, you are such a catch! I'm surprised one of those cute little girls hasn't nailed you down by now." Her face seemed flushed and a large smile of excitement lit up her face as she sat down with us.

"Don't be nice to him, Joanne, he'll move in with you guys!" Bill smiled over at his son.

Joanne laughed and beamed over at Danny with an affectionate smile. 

I stared carefully at her. Did that flush suffusing her face mean an extreme sexual arousal? I thought that if I could have slipped my hand between her warm thighs right now, I would get an extremely moist reception.

Bill and Janet waved us away as I backed down the drive and headed down the street. My musing over my wife's newfound sexuality continued. Or perhaps this was just the first time I had noticed it. I wondered.

"What is Danny planning to do?" I asked innocently. "Is he working?" 

"It's too bad. He was just laid off again. He thinks he may get back on construction next week, though." Joanne stared pensively off into the beams of the headlights as they swept the tree-lined street.

Neither of us spoke for a while.

"I think they are starting to wonder if he'll ever leave home. I guess I would too, if I were them." I tried again.

"Yes." She said noncommittally. "Such a nice boy." She continued, a little wistfully.

Again there was a long pause.

"God, he's such a big guy now. That heavy labor has really built him into a hulk."

"Yes,.. you mean a HUNK!" Joanne giggled, a little self-consciously.

I tugged her closer and slipped my hand between her thighs, caressing the smooth nylon and feeling her warmth. It was strange that I could feel my heart pounding, increasing its pace. I took a deep breath, not certain what it was that I found exciting about it.

"Hmmm, turns you on, does he?"

"What? Oh, don't be silly. Just nice to see him growing up so well, that's all."

"Sure? I thought I detected a crush developing." I persisted.

"Oh, Jack, the things you think of! For God's sake! Don't be silly." 

The pause hung in the air; one of those pauses where both people are thinking about the conversation. 

I said nothing.

"I'm old enough to be his mother, for heaven's sake." I could see her smiling to herself, then looking away from me and out the window. "You just think everything has to be somehow.. well, somehow sexual. I know you. You can just stop it."

I said nothing, but looked at her to find her still staring out the side window at the line of now dark storefronts of Main Street. My hand had slowly slipped higher pushing her skirt out of the way. We made the traffic light while still yellow and I pressed my hand further into the warmth of her body. The side of my hand now rested against the soft mound of her pussy. Her very wet pantyhose betrayed her excitement. Copious amounts of her juices had seeped through panties and pantyhose.

"I've just always liked Danny. You know that! He's always been nice to me. And respectful."

"Hmm." I replied, saying nothing more.

"Well, he has. Nothing wrong with that"

Another pause. I pressed my hand deeper, feeling her pussy lips part slightly under the sheer nylon.

"Nothing like some of your .... Your transgressions." She usually thought of my weaknesses and things she had caught me doing or thinking at times like this.

Suddenly she seemed to realize what a giveaway the sodden moistness between her legs was. Her hand rested on my wrist, not pushing it away, but easing its pressure.

"Besides, what if I do find him attractive. What is wrong with that? I mean, if I were younger.. and single.. of course, ... well.." she stopped there, looking off again.

We were turning in our own drive now. The garage door opened and I eased into the stall.

"I think you turn him on, big time!" I said as I turned off the ignition.

"Don't be silly!" she said, but I could hear in her voice that she didn't mean it. "Oh, maybe tiny schoolboy's crush." Her pleased smile betrayed her completely now. "You really think so?"

She was half out the door, one leg out and the other inside.

"Do you think he didn't almost cum when your skirt hitched up and showed your panties tonight?" I watched her face. She didn't want to admit knowing that.

Joanne slapped my arm. "You did that on purpose? Didn't you? I was so embarrassed when I finally realized it. I don't think he noticed, do you?"

"I would have noticed. I can tell you that. Of course he noticed. I don't think he took his eyes off you all night."

She prodded me again. "Oh, stop." But the smile of pleasure was impossible to wipe from her face. She blushed, and looked radiant. 

"Oh, stop what?" I slipped my hand back between her wide spread legs and cupped the wet mound in a warm sensual grip.

"Oh, just don't be silly." She muttered and leaned across the seat to kiss me. I slipped my tongue out to find hers. 

"Silly? I bet that if you and he were alone here right now .... " I let my voice trail off as our breath intermingled.

"Oh, yes, what, ... silly..?" Joanne breathed heavily as she pulled her leg back into the car and snuggled into my arms.

".. Well, I think you would drive back down the street to the park ... and.." I left a blank for her to fill in. 

We continued our kisses. She slapped my arm again, but I knew I was on the right track.. I felt the heavy fullness of her breast in my hand. The fabric slipped softly over the satin of her bra as I found her nipples hard and erect. I squeezed gently between my thumb and palm. I could smell her scent mixed with her perfume warmed by her pussy as I slowly revolved my caress.

The garage door light blinked off and left us in the pitch dark of the garage.

" .. And, I think that our Danny might get a much needed lesson in sex from a doting auntie.."

"Jack! Really! Stop it!" She curled further into my arms and giggled. ".. The things you say! Honestly. Where do you come up with such silliness?"

We were quietly smooching there in the dark. I didn't say anything more.

".. And?" she murmured into my ear, quietly. Her breath was warm and sensual, laced with the wine she had been drinking.

"And? Oh, I thought I had offended you." I said, showing no mercy.

"Well, yes,.. kinda. ....... No ... not really.. not exactly."

Her tongue toyed with my ear.

"And?" she prompted again.

"Oh, well.. and.. it's your turn. What do you think would happen next?"

"You know I'm no good at that. Don't ask me that. Go on."

"No,.. your turn .." Our tongues were dueling fiercely and she had turned in my arms so that my right hand could cup her pussy, my middle finger toiling in the long succulent crease between her thighs. 

"Why did you pull up my skirt like that tonight? Are you crazy?" she asked as if it had just occurred to her.

"Sorry about that." I muttered.

After another long pause, Joanne said, "Oh, it wasn't too bad. It was just a moment, after all. He probably didn't even notice. Too old to interest him, anyway."

"Hmm."

"Don't you think?" she asked and then her tongue plunged deep into my ear again.

"Ha! Sweetheart, I am sure he noticed! And equally certain that the hard on you started was painful trapped in his tight jeans."

"He does wear tight jeans!" She whispered.

My hand slipped under her pantyhose and over the silkiness of her panties- sensible, full panties, with just a hint of lace. Joanne adjusted to make it easier for me to caress the round fullness of her mound.

"I know that it is stupid, but go on with your story."

"What story?" I muttered.

"You know. If I were here and if Danny were here,.. you know ..."

"Well, I think that he would need a lot more encouragement to get over his timidity and the fact that you are, after all, his adopted aunt.."

"Whom he respects.." she added.

"Yes. So? .." after a long wait,.. Well, how would you make him comfortable to start a lesson?"

Joanne was on her knees now facing me, her kiss hot and deep in my mouth. Her lipstick's delicious taste was deep in my mouth. 

At last she took a deep breath and began:

"Well, maybe I would slip my hand into his shirt,.. like this." Her voice was throaty and laden with sensual overtones. "You have gotten such a great build, Danny. All that heavy work is doing wonders." Her words were softly directed into my ear, and I shivered slightly with the pleasure.

"And no undershirt. That is so.. sexy! You devil!" Her hand drifted along my chest, squeezing the nipple, which always startled me. Unbuttoning my shirt to the waist, her hand trailed down over my stomach and I felt her fingers slip under my belt. She paused while our mouths devoured each other in that incredible wet mélange that comes of excitement. It was almost like those remembered days years ago.

"Wouldn't you like to touch me, Danny? It's OK. If you want to." Joanne took my hand and put it over her breast. I felt her breath grow short and her voice tighten in her throat, as she whispered. "There, that's.. So .. nice."


Bridge Group Ch. 01



"Why don't you unbutton my dress, darling? Would you like to do that?" 

She spoke almost as if to a child, and leaned back, still on her knees, as I began to undo the buttons which ran the length of her dress. Even in the pitch-blackness of the night, the whiteness of her lace trimmed bra stood out brilliantly. She thrust her shoulders back; almost prideful in the way her breasts were presented for his admiration. The knuckles of my hand brushed against the silky layer of half-slip over the taut nylon covering her tummy as I worked lower on the buttons. Joanne sat patiently, her lovely breasts prominent, succulent-looking.

Another button, my fingers slipped lower, feeling the transition from tummy to Venus mound. Two buttons remained and as it fell open, she shrugged the dress off and draped it over the back of the seat. Her hand slipped deeper into my pants and she found the head of my cock, which I had eased around to point up toward my stomach instead of being trapped along the leg of my pants.

"Oh,.. my!" I heard her say. "That would be a shock!" 

She stepped out of character for a moment. My hands had now found both her breasts and I held them like two lovely melons, slowly caressing their roundness and feeling the warmth of her body seeping through the cups of her bra. The scent of her combined with the perfume came warmly up between our bodies and filled my nostrils and then my mind with an almost psychedelic reaction.

"Do you like my breasts, Danny?"

"Oh.. oh yes. They are beautiful." I said.

"Mmm. That feels nice, Danny,.. nice. I'm so glad you like them, sweetheart." 

She purred with pleasure. Having her breasts fondled is one pleasure she has found irresistible over the years. Now she seemed in rapture with Danny's fantasy fondling.

"They are even nicer than I imagined...when I have thought about you, I mean."

"What do you mean, Danny? When have you thought of me?" She urged him on.

"I always looked at them when you visited.. then thought about you at night.." 

"Oh, really? That's nice too, honey. I'm so pleased you thought of me like that. Would you like to take them out? To take off my bra? You can, if you want. Your hands feel so good, so gentle. I love the way you are with my breasts." Her voice was hoarse with excitement as she leaned forward, then caught her mistake. 

"Oh, this one is in the front dear. Here, give me your hands."

Her breasts felt luxurious under my hands as I struggled with the clasp. She helped and the cups pulled apart, revealing the rich valley between her breasts. Joanne slowly pulled the cups apart, like a stage manager unveiling the stage. 

"Do you like them,.. like them, Danny?" she said breathily. "Do you like mommy's breasts, baby?" 

"Oh, yesssss." I muttered, filling my hands with the wonder of the flesh of her lovely breasts, the curving underside filling both my hands. 

Joanne straightened and pulled my head, guiding my lips to her right nipple. "Do you want to taste me? Want to kiss me, dear, dear, Danny? It's OK, you can. There. There, mmm, that feels so nice darling. That's it, suck on mommy's nipple. Mmmm. Yes, there.. Now the other one, darling. OH, you do that so well! I love the way you suck on Mommy's tits, baby."

"Your breasts are so wonderful, Mrs. Blake. I love how soft they feel."

"Why don't you call me Joanne, if you want?"

"Joanne, you are so beautiful."

"Mmm. What else have you thought about, darling? Anything else? We should explore all your thoughts?" 

Her hand was now pressed along the length of my cock, pressing it into my stomach. "Oh, my, Danny, you are so hard. Did I do that? This is so big, so warm." I unzipped, and her hand slipped inside and found the panel of my briefs. Her hand felt fresh and sweet fondling my cock with this newfound sense of wonder.

"Does that feel good, Danny? My hand?" Her hand slipped lower, cupping my balls leaving her wrist against my throbbing erection. I could feel her pulse through the sensitive underside of my prick.

"Yes!" I gasped slightly at the erotic sensation of her hand as it stroked along balls and cock.

"I love this. I love your cock, Danny. I've seen it bulging in your tight jeans. Looks nice. Now I know how really BIG it is!" 

I think my cock expanded another inch into her hand as her words charged into my ear.

"I love your nipples, Joanne." I said, urging the fantasy along.

"I was afraid I embarrassed you tonight -- while we were playing cards. Is it OK if I tease you like that?"

"Oh, yes, sure.. I like it!" I reassured her.

"My husband is such a klutz. He pulled my dress up. I hope you didn't see that. I was afraid you would be embarrassed by it. You probably didn't notice, did you?"

".. Well, yeah, I kinda did."

"Oh, no. I'm so sorry." She said, with a catch in her throat. "Were you embarrassed?"

"Oh, no, no, not at all. You looked beautiful. I.. uh, liked it."

"Oh, I am so old, I probably look awful. I always think pantyhose can be so unattractive from behind. Scrunching up my panties like they do. I am so embarrassed that you.. well, that you saw.."

"Your panties, you mean? I thought you looked great, really great."

She kissed me again. "How sweet. Here, feel how the pantyhose bunches up the panties." She took my hand and slipped our hands together under the slip and pressed mine against the smooth contour of her ass. There, isn't it awful. Feels so inelegant, don't you think?" I let my hand be guided back and forth over the expanse of her bottom, savoring the smoothness of nylon slipping over nylon, wondering at the joy of her round femininity. She took my lips and left me to fondle her ass as she twisted and licked my tongue with hers.

"Tell me Danny, do you do this with your girlfriends? Do you undress them and play with them."

"Some."

"And do they let you.." she took my hand and pulled it around to the front, positioning it on her pussy mound, "touch them here?" she breathed heavily into my ear as my hand fondled her flooded pussy. Her panties and stockings were now soaked with her welcoming juices.

" Would you like me to take off the rest of my clothes? My slip? My stockings?"

"Mmmm, yes,.. that would be.. mmm."

"Come on, darling, let's climb into the back, OK?" I slipped out of my pants and my cock thrust through the opening in my briefs. 

Joanne clambered into the back seat and I saw her slipping her pantyhose down her long legs; saw her toss them into the front seat. As I climbed over the seat, I saw her put one leg behind me on the seat so that I was between her legs. The heat of her pussy was re-charging her perfume and the combination was intoxicating to me.

"Is this what you wanted, Danny darling? Did you want to see my panties, sweetheart? I can't take them off for you, sweetheart. I'm married and you're so young an all. But you can touch them if you want to." Her panties were luminescent white even in the near dark of the car. I watched as her hand passed over the panel between her legs.

"See how wet you've made me? See how wet thinking about you and that big cock have made me? Here, Danny, you can feel me there. There, see how wet? Does that turn you off? That I am so sticky and wet? It's your fault you know. You and that big bulge in your pants, you always let me see." 

Holding my cock, she pulled me toward her. She scooted forward and I put my hands down along side her for support, feeling the luxurious leather of the seat against my knees. Joanne let me lie on top of her, my cock separated from her soft warm pussy by the thinness of the panties. She canted her hips upward so that my prick lay along the long plump lips of her pussy.

"There, darling, how does that feel?" She whispered.

"Ohmigod,.. it feels like heaven." I murmured, and meant it. The soft silkiness of the nest between her thighs was so completely sensual, I was struck dumb for a few minutes while I absorbed the pleasure of it. 

"And if I did this?" Her hand went between us, tugging aside the leg of her panties and letting me touch the open slit of her wet pussy. The sensation was instantaneous and delightful. Her crease was open to me now, the wetness of a warm river of sensual pleasure against the vein running down the underside of my cock.

"We probably should do this Danny, but just for a minute, maybe it isn't so bad. Slowly, she moved the tip of my cock to the entrance of her vagina, paused, and let me slip slowly into the intense heat. 

I was surrounded by moisture, heat, like being bathed by a large tight hand, full of the creamiest soapsuds anyone could ever feel. I lowered myself further, deeper into the wonder of her pussy, slick and warm. I felt my cock head spreading the walls surrounding it, filling her. The sensitive end of my cock explored and delighted in the journey until I was completely inside the tight warm sheath of her body.

"Oh.. good!" She gasped. "So good."

We lay collapsed in that way, hardly moving. Not a very comfortable position inside a car, of course, but I could only think of the warm sensation surrounding my cock. I moved just enough to feel her react slightly, felt the wet stickiness where my pubic hair matted against her panties.

"How does that feel, Danny? Is it OK? Am I OK? Is my pussy OK for you?" Joanne sucked on my neck between words.

"I've never felt anything so wonderful. So nice. So hot. So .. so sweet."

"Next time, maybe you'd like to taste it? I might let you, you know. If you want to."

I shivered at her words in my ear.

"Oh, darling let me up. Let me sit on top of you. Hurry. Hurry. I want you, want to fuck you my sweet darling boy. Want you to play with these big tits, darling."

We rearranged ourselves and Joanne pulled her panties aside and guided my cock once again to the vestibule of her vagina and then slowly sank down its length.

"Ohhh, my god, sweetheart," she gasped as her pussy found the firm hardness of my pubic bone. "You are splitting me apart!" She began rocking on my cock, and took both my hands and put them on her breasts." Take my breasts, Danny, take them, sweetheart." 

The softness filled my hands again. "Suck them, dear, suck them, she urged. My lips suckled first one hard nipple, then the other, as the motion of her pussy teased my cock -- fondled my cock -- bathed my cock in warmth. "Bite, Danny, bite mommy's tits! Yes, that's it. That's it." 

Her words came in short spurts now punctuated by the rapid thrusting of her pelvis as it grasped and slid down around my cock. I could feel all the little rills and rubs inside her as she intensified her trusts.

"Go ahead. Say it." I said. 

Joanne is not very verbal during sex and I often urge her to cry out, say something, talk dirty, anything, but loud enough to be heard. She finally realized what I was saying it was OK to say. 

"Oh, YES, Danny, fuck me, darling. FUCK ME!" 

She shouted the last words into the night air. I felt her pussy muscles clench around me as the excitement of the words thrilled through her, raising the level of sensations one more notch.

I felt her orgasm begin. She paused, shuddered in pleasure and began a ragged, fierce thrusting as she completed it. She held on tightly as I thrust up into her. My balls tightened and the beginning of the first full spurt of sperm rifled up the shaft of my cock and into her waiting vagina. Again and again I thrust, adding my juices to hers and filling her completely with my cock and sperm. 

"That was nice!" she murmured against my neck as we lingered, holding each other closely in the dark.

"Mmmm," I said, in abject agreement.

"The things you talk me into!" she murmured.



Bridge Group Ch. 02



Chapter Two - The Setup 

Sunday dawned and I lay with my hands behind my head, thinking about the Saturday night bridge group. I seemed to be the only one who had tumbled to the highly erotic electricity surrounding my wife Joanne and her reaction to Danny. Of course, it could hardly have been lost on Danny, as I could tell that he had enjoyed Joanne's attentions as well as the flair for exhibitionism that she had shown.

Bill and Janet seemed oblivious to what was going on. Was I dreaming it? No, it was not possible. If I had been wrong, I would not have been able to subtly re-create it on the way home. Joanne had been wonderfully turned on as the two of us built up the same sexual energy by talking about it. My mind went back to the thrilling sex in the car in the near total darkness of our garage. She had been wild.

"So," I mused, "is it right of me to be thinking of exploiting my wife's secret little fetish to make our sex-life better?" I noted that at the end, Joanne had fallen back into a denial state, blaming me for leading her into such a silly fantasy. She pretended that I had created it completely from whole cloth, that it had no reality in her own mind. I knew better.

I felt like the moth flying around the candle flame. How close could I fly without getting burned? How could I keep bringing the two of them into that electric situation without them actually ending up having sex? I was challenged by the creative requirements. I was excited about the way in which my own sex life would be enhanced. Because, you see, I had also discovered the erotic thrill of watching it happening before my eyes.

"Yeah, but what if it happens?" I said to myself. "How the hell are you going to handle it if young Danny is more aggressive than he seems and you suddenly find them fucking right there in your own bed?" All these thoughts coursing through my mind created a very strong erection now tenting the sheet still lying over me. I ran my hand over the opulent hip of my wife.

"Yeah, what if that happens?" It slipped out, I said it aloud and hadn't intended it.

"What?" She said. The reaction was too quick for her to have been wakened. I realized she too was lying there thinking. About what?, I wondered.

I slipped my hand between her legs and muttered: "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to wake you. Just coming out of a dream, I guess." My hand found her to be almost as wet as she had been last night. That answered the question of what she had been thinking of. I slipped closer to her into the spoon position and cupped her breast in the palm of my hand. My leg found its way between her thighs.  My cock nudged the warm crease between her buns and I snuggled closer, pressing deep along the wet valley past her anus, delving into the entrance to her vagina. Joanne returned the snuggle and I felt the tip of my cock nudge into the warmth of her vagina.

It was a warm, slow, squirming, early morning fuck. Lovely. Joanne rutted back onto my cock and I guided her with my hands on her hips. She was quite wet. I threw a pillow on the other side of her and rolled both of us onto it so that her bottom was upward. I began thrusting into the softness of her bottom, my balls slapping against her thighs. She clamped her thighs together, tightening her hold on my cock. 

My perspiration dripped onto her back. I thrust harder and harder and heard her muffled moans of pleasure. I watched her clench and unclench her hands clawing at the sheet. She pushed her bottom higher against me, making the angle of entry right for deep penetration. Her orgasm was a rattling, moaning thing and she slumped relaxed under me. It was too soon for me and her muscles relaxed to much for my pleasure. I pulled out and pressed my cock along the valley formed by her luxurious ass cheeks, and continued my thrusting. 

I could feel the softness of her bottom under my balls and the hard tip of her backbone against the underside of my cock head. I felt my balls tighten, my legs straighten, my toes point and then the rewarding rush of sperm up the long shaft of my cock..

The first spurt of my sperm fell high up on her back. It startled her and then she waited for the next one lower on her back and then the little ones that flooded the plane of the small of her back.

"You're getting good at this, darling." She murmured. "I need a shower." She went off leaving me slowly struggling out of bed.

It was later in the week that the bells went off in my head. I was on the lonely country road heading for the office on Wednesday morning. Once again, I was pondering the turn in our sex life. I recalled another occasion a few years ago, which now made more sense.

It was a late one Friday night and Joanne and I had finished a candlelight dinner. She had slipped into a nightgown that was nearly see-through. She had lighted candles in our bedroom and we were sitting on the low hearth of the white colonial fireplace which took up one corner of the room. As any parent knows, there is really no time when parents can find a way to share a tender moment completely safe from intrusion.

This was such a night. Joanne had taken her bra off and the sight of her dark nipples poking against the diaphramous gown was a treat. She was kneeling before me. Her black lace panties were see through also, and the tiny lace triangle barely covered her mound. My hands were lifting her breasts and enjoying the nylon as it slipped over the roundness. The candles flickered and made her breasts glow in a soft flame-orange light.

There was a quick knock from the door. I had forgotten to lock it. It swung open and Mark's head leaned in. I was wearing only my shorts and jumped with a start.

"Mom? You asleep?" This was the traditional call in our family. Mark was just out of high school and enjoying a last summer at home, before going off to college. Seems to me he should know better than come barging in, but I held my tongue. "You awake?"

Joanne had looked down at her gown, briefly, then surprised me by calling out. "Yes, what is it Mark?" Mark came quietly into the room, stopping to let his eyes become accustomed to the gloom. 

"Oh, maybe I should talk to you tomorrow?" he said. His voice had a tone of concern in it, and Joanne encouraged him. 

"Never mind, what is it?" She said. "Come here, sit down."

He had had an accident on the way home and banged up her car. No one hurt, but it was his first accident and he was clearly upset about it.

"It's OK, Mark. It can be fixed. It happens." She reached an arm to plant a hug around his neck. He leaned forward stiffly and I was suddenly aware of a sexual heaviness that hung in the air. I am not talking incest here, not at all. Just an aura in the room that had a sexual nature. The low lights, Joannes breasts a real presence between her and her grown up son. And of course, I was part of it too. There I sat, the third point of a triangle of suddenly warm bodies prominent in the gloom of candlelight. Moments before, my mind had been soaring with the sensual feel of my wife's breasts, heavy in my hands. 

I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts, roundly pendulous over a womanly tummy and then yet another curve of her mound, prominent and promising. The lace of her panty looked rich and redolent with the invitation to me to tear it off and spread those shapely thighs now covered only by the tent of her see through gown with candlelight flowing through it, casting faint shadows of the folds of the gown.

I could smell the perfume she had slipped behind her knees and sense the warm full scent of her sex wafting up between the three bodies now crouched around the fireplace, having a family meeting.

"Well, OK, thanks. I'll be off to bed, then. Night Mom." Mark had leaned forward and kissed her cheek. I was aware that there was a catch in his voice as he spoke. I thought it was natural. All boys, I thought, have dual feelings about their mothers. This was the first time he had seen her bare breasts since his infancy. It would be hard for anyone to walk out of that room without having some pretty rich sexual fantasies. Mark was no exception, but I thought no more about it.

Our sex that night had been wonderfully intense. 

"Isn't he a wonderful boy?" she said. 

I picked her up and placed her on our bed. Her hand went immediately to my hard cock and pulled me on top of her. She knelt and took my cock into her mouth, warm and active. My hand slipped under the gown and found the lacy patch of her panties and the wet swamp of her pussy. She was excited and squirmed onto my probing fingers. Her mouth and tongue swirled my cock. In no time, I had spread her legs and had my tongue on her clitoris and then slipped down the creamy slit that was her pussy.

"Hurry, .. hurry, darling, now ..." she said urgently, tugging my head up her body to her bare breasts. 

As my lips closed on her nipple, her hand pulled me to her center and slipped my cock between the wet lips of her urgently ready, scalding hot vagina. She was wild under my thrusting body, her vagina practically muscling its way up my shaft as her hips chased mine. We dissolved into a tangle of sweaty lovers as the last candle flicked out.

I nearly drove through a stop sign, bringing me back to the present. "So, what to do with this revelation? That is the question, .. " I mused. Tying the incident with Mark to the recent incident with Danny, it was clear that one of the most erotic thrills for my wife had to do with exposing her self to others. She would certainly have denied it. She would certainly not suggest it. Furthermore, she would not even agree to it if I proposed that she do such a thing. 

"Still, it would be a waste not to take advantage of this erotic treasure," I thought. 

But how? How could I contrive to use this interesting development to enhance our sex life? I thought about it all the rest of the week, until I finally had a plan. Friday morning I called home.

"Sweetheart, what would you say to a romantic dinner tonight?" I began.

"Oh, good, where do you want to take me?" she replied.

"Uh, .. well, I thought it would be nice to just have a meal at home. You know candles, throw a steak on, open a bottle of wine, turn off the phone, ... etc, etc.

"Oh, I thought I was getting a night off! But, OK, that's sounds like fun. What have you got in mind?"

The stage was set.  When I arrived home, I showered and then turned to Joanne's closet and began rummaging in the back reaches of her dress rack. I wanted a certain dress. One she had long ago decided was too revealing. It was a simple blue wrap around that was very clingy and looked great on her striking figure. Her puritanical upbringing coupled with ogling eyes at a party had classified it as "tramp" in her mind and she never wore it again. The exceptions were a few occasions when we were alone at home for a dinner such as this. It was worn then only at my insistence, though.

I laid it on the bed and then began rummaging through her dresser drawers. At the bottom of her panty drawer, I found her old black garter belt and a pair of Givenchy stockings that made her legs fit to kill for. A white push-up Wonderbra and pale pink Olga Scoop panties were trimmed with lace. The color combination was her fault. She had let her lingerie drawer dwindle until there was nothing left but ordinary white cotton, the bane of sexuality. 

I left all this lying on the bed and stared at myself, still nude, in the full length mirror. I saw myself shrug and smile wryly back at myself. This may be manipulative, but it was all in a good cause, I told myself. I found that my heart was pounding a little above normal already, just selecting these sexy clothes and rummaging about in her lingerie drawers was enough to light my fuse. I slipped a pair of slacks on, foregoing my usual Jockey shorts to let her find me completely bare when she unzipped me.

When I came downstairs, Joanne was just finishing making the salad. We sat down with the Manhattans I had prepared. I took out two of the cut crystal glasses, swirled the ice in them and then poured two good sized drinks. We toasted, sitting in the bucket swivel chairs in the bay window.

"This was a good idea! I've had a busy day. Its a real pick-me-up." 

I agreed. We spent a few minutes comparing notes on the day and relaxing with the help of the dark brown cocktails. 

"Oh, by the way, I found your old blue dress."

"What old blue dress .. oh, you mean THE old blue dress? Good grief, what ever for? That old thing?"

"I've always liked it!"

"Yes, but, really. It's kind of silly, isn't it? You don't like me in my slacks, then?"

"Well, special occasion .. you know."

"Oh, well, OK." She said, secretly pleased.

She lingered a while longer. It was always this way, I had to insist for her sexuality to be brought forward. Unfortunately it stifled our sex life a little, because it made me feel a bit like a beggar or at least that it was risky to ask for it. I know, that is silly of me too. But there it is.

Joanne took a long last sip and went upstairs to change. 

"OK, the blue dress, then? That's really what you want?"

"Yes."

I heard her muttering slightly upstairs. Then I heard a laugh as she found not only the blue dress but stockings and underwear selected as well. 

"They don't match." she called down.

I stared out over the lip of the heavy crystal glass and muttered to myself; " I KNOW that!"

"What did you say?" she called down. She has ears like a bunny when she wants to hear me.

"Nothing." I replied.

I looked up to see her standing at the top of the stairs, one leg extended through the open slit of the wrap-around and posing, the contrasting dark ring of the stocking emphasizing the white of her thigh. It was an inviting sight, and I was truly an appreciative audience. 

"WOW, you look ... well, lovely!"

"You're a fiend, you know that?" 

She stepped deliberately down the stairs, her breasts swayed gracefully under the clinging dress, her hips sidling toward me. 

She really did look wonderful now. Really very sexy. She sat across the cocktail table, the blue dress parting to show a long length of thigh. The Givenchy label was just visible on the top band of the stocking just below the snap of her garter. Her breasts were wonderfully separated and nicely visible at the vee of the neckline that plunged deep into a well defined cleavage. 

"Do you think I could have one more of your Manhattans?"

The crystal stirring rod swirled another batch. I always mix them to the reliable original recipe of two parts Canadian Whisky to one part Cinzano Red Vermouth, so they are not for sissies. By the end of the second round, we were feeling good and occasionally feeling each other.

The shadows cast by the candles enhanced the view of her breasts as we enjoyed rack of lamb with a suitably rich Cote de Beaune wine. Even picking the bones and then licking our fingers was an erotic ritual of sorts. It was now about 10 PM and I had glanced at my watch too often as we dined. I started to eye the grandfather clock instead. The doorbell rang.

"Who can that be? You go, I can't go in this dress!" she said urgently.

"Bit late for callers? Oh, ... my god, .. I forgot, I told Danny he could come over. Mercury and Saturn are very close tonight. It will be like looking at your breasts. That nice!"

"Oh, .. well, should I run and put something else on?"

"No, of course not. You look magnificent. He'll love it."

She punched my arm as I went past. "You are awful."

But, she followed me to the door.

"Come in Danny. How's my favorite boyfriend?" She suddenly stepped past me and hugged him in the doorway, then pulled him by the hand into the dining room. "Come sit here while Jack sets the telescope set up."

Joanne sat in one chair and pulled him into one on the same side of the table. I watched as she sat in a sexy pose with one leg crossed over the other while angling both out from the table. It gave a full view of both curvaceous legs and the dark band at the top of the stocking on the top one. She leaned close to him, one elbow on the table and one hand touching his knee. Since he was wearing shorts, her hand was on bare skin. The bright red of her lips looked inviting and I could see the difficulty Danny was having looking anyplace but her legs and her breasts. It was a feast even nicer than the rack of lamb, whose remains lay around them on the table.

"Oh, gee, I think I'm interrupting. Maybe we should just skip it?"

"Oh don't be silly. It doesn't happen every night, does it? I don't know anything about these things, but I gather this is an event?"

Danny was having trouble talking. I could see him rest his hand in his lap trying to hide the size of his erection. I was more interested in Joanne's reaction to him, though. She was speaking in an excited tone. Her hands moving animatedly and the high heel mule was dangling from the pretty toes swinging in a constant circle. Her bright red toes looked delectable.

In the candlelight, they could have been lovers. The atmosphere was just like the one I recalled in our bedroom with Mark.

Danny and I set up the telescope on the back deck and Joanne was convinced to come out with us, bringing a glass of wine with her. She was just a little on the tipsy side. Danny and I huddled over the scope making adjustments. He was a little clumsy and I knew that it was mostly caused by Joanne being so close, her long legs attractive in the moonlight. She joined our huddle and further distracted Danny with the gaping neckline of the blue dress. The white bra shown as if it were luminescent in the moonlight. She looked wonderfully plump down inside that open neckline.

It was a clear night and our target was just above the roof tops. We were soon 'oohing' and 'ahhing' over the sight. 

"Can I see now?" she said.

"Oh, sure Mrs. Williams, here, you need to kneel down here."

"You show me, Danny, will you?" 

Her hand was on his shoulder as she bent her knee and let the dress part until her panties were just visible in the moonlight. She left her arm around his shoulder as if he were supporting her. She moved to the eyepiece. This meant that their heads were close together while she held her breath and gazed at the sight. I noticed her turn toward him

"It's beautiful! Isn't it? But, what am I looking at?" she said breathily in his direction.

I could see that her dress was now parted to show her legs and also to give a view of her breasts as Danny tried to explain what she was looking at through the scope. I was certain that her panties were now softly moist with her creamy juices.

After a few more minutes, Joanne helped herself up by pushing on Danny's shoulder and standing up. As she stood up, her breasts turned toward him and slipped past his eyes like the Titanic sliding by those famous icebergs.

Danny took a little time to stand up and when he did, his hand stayed over the center of his body, hiding an erection that must have been Titanic in proportion.

Neither could have seen the smile on my face. I couldn't have explained if they had. My plan seemed to have worked.

Danny was soon talking about getting on home. Joanne insisted on him sitting and having a cup of coffee with us. We sat for a few minutes in the bay window where our little party had started out. Joanne treated us to a display of legs that was delicious. The coffee table is low and her legs long, so crossing them and re-crossing them exposed a long expanse of glistening stocking and, just incidentally, because of the construction of the dress, a glimpse of pink panties. When she leaned forward to make a point in conversation, the dress formed a funnel with two globes of her breasts displayed like diamonds on a blue velvet cloth in your favorite jewelry store. Danny tried manfully to hide a huge erection inside his shorts, but it was a losing battle. I thought I could see Joanne's eyes dart down to catch sight of it frequently. She was not in much danger of being caught as Danny's eyes were usually flitting between exposed pussy and breasts. I was enjoying the show from all aspects.




Bridge Group Ch. 02



Joanne kissed him effusively at the door and sent him on his way. She was radiantly happy, having made him a conquest once again. I can understand how it must feel to be devoured and worshipped in that way. I really can.

"Isn't Danny a neat boy?" she said again. 

Joanne brought the dessert of apple tart with ice cream from the kitchen. I had slipped beneath the table, hidden by the table cloth, when she sat down. My hands touched nylon covered knees. She let out a brief, startled squeal, then relaxed.

"Hmmmmmm, is that Danny under there, or my big bad husband?" She said, giggling.

"For you to guess." I replied, and spread her knees. 

The sight of her thighs in the soft silky nylon of the stockings was enchanting. I kissed my way along the silken path and let my hands roam the outside of her thighs, passing over the bare skin and onto the satin panties taut over her hips. My lips pressed against the panel of her panties to find them soaked through with her juices.

"Oh, Danny, you are so,.. sweet." I heard her voice choke out.

I pressed closer, tasting her through the panty. My hands teased her bottom. She squirmed closer, pressing her pussy tight into my lips.

"Oh, sweetheart, kiss me. Kiss mommy's .." she stopped.

So, I stopped.

She continued. "That's it, honey, kiss mommy's .. mommy's pussy, darling boy."

I continued. I slipped my tongue along the fabric of the panty now pushed between those inviting pussy lips.  I could smell the heavy scent of her sex combined with the rich perfume she had dabbed there for my nose to find. My head was reeling and if was not just the wine, but the combination of scents plus the taste of her pussy through her panties.

Joanne reached down and pulled the panty crotch aside. Her bright coral-colored slit lay open to my tongue.

"Put your tongue here, Danny, put it here for me, honey."

I dipped into the creamy valley with my tongue.

"ohhhh, .." she moaned slightly. "ohhh, that's it. There..." She brought my tongue to her clitoris and held my head while I swirled around and around the firm little nubbin. 

"Ohmigod .. yes! .." she moaned.

I continued sucking and licking and tugging her lips with my own lips as she slumped deeper and deeper in the chair, thrusting her bulging mound into my mouth for more. 

"Oh, Danny, ... I .. need you ... now... give me your big ..."

I waited.

"your big .. dick, sweetheart, give me your big dick now .. I am so wet .. so hot ... put out my fire, baby .. Come on, now honey. Give me that big cock I saw in your pants."

Joanne was in a state of ecstasy now, driven by her fantasy and by my tongue pleasuring the entire surface of her sex. My face was almost entirely coated with her juices.

I sat on one of the side chairs and Joanne quickly knelt beside me and unzipped my pants.  She gasped slightly at finding me completely naked under my pants, then led my cock rise out of the opening and into her hand. She kissed the head of my cock and I watched her tongue roll over the top of it as her brown eyes smiled up into mine.

"Danny has a big cock!" she teased, and then let her mouth take the head of mine in and give it a warm tongue bath. "So," I thought," he hadn't completely hidden his erection from her."

"OH? Did you feel it?"

"Don't be silly. .. well, accidentally,.. sort of .."

"Sort of? That's hard to do 'sort of'"

"Well, you know, when I was getting up. I just happened to brush against him with my hand. Seemed kinda ... "

"Big?"

"Yes." She lunged at me as if the thought surged through her like electricity.

She straddled me and slipped easily down my erect shaft.

"Yes. It's big. If you must know!"

"And did you cop a feel, dear?"

"I wouldn't do that!"

"But it felt good to you?

No answer. She continued a slow rocking motion up and down against me, bathing my cock in the creamiest, snuggliest pussy I could remember. She tightened around my cock, and moved her hips in a little circle.

Her eyes closed with pleasure as she moved in that tight little circle. It let my cock explore the walls of her vagina, letting it caress the sensitive head of my cock.

"Hmmm?" she murmured.

"It felt good to you?"

Her thrusting increased and I opened her dress by untying the tie that held the wrap-around together. The blue dress hung around her, framing her breasts, her tummy, the taut band of her garterbelt, the straps leading down to the lovely Givenchy stockings. And in the center, her taut panties, pulled aside around the firm thickness of my cock plunging in and out between the lips of her pussy. 

"Yes." She sighed. "It felt .. nice."

She was rocking on my length now. Pressing me against her clitoris and sweeping the end of my dick in circles inside her hot vagina.

She slumped against me and I leaned back in the chair loving the feel of her breasts against my chest. Loving the heaviness of her completion on me. 

"Yes. Yes..... Danny, It feels .. Good."



Bridge Group Ch. 03



Chapter Three -  The  Road Trip  

During the next week, I had made tentative, joking references and innuendoes about how good our sex had been after Danny's stargazing visit.  Joanne resisted the thought that it had made her excited.  For my part, I was equally sure that I was right.  The heightened excitement had brought her back into the good sex partner of our courtship and early married years.  It was a great discovery as far as I was concerned.

And so, it should be no surprise that my waking hours were haunted with plotting how to arrange the next adventure.  Though I had a number of fledgling plans, as is frequently the case, fate arranged the next one by an accident.

The phone interrupted dinner. Joanne checked the caller ID and then took the call.  

"It's Janet, I better take it."  She slipped around the corner into the other room and I continued my dinner.  I was reading a Washington Post article about Enron and didn't pay attention to the early conversation.   As I finished it up, however, I heard the end of the conversation.

"NO, it's no trouble at all, Janet.  Don't even give it another thought.  We are going to be right there.  We plan to come back on Sunday evening.  It's perfect.  No, no bother at all.  Glad to have him."

My ears perked up at the way that exchange ended.  I waited expectantly.  

"Looks like we'll have company on the drive back from Mother's house!"

She bit back a tiny smile, but I caught it.  "Oh?"

"Yes, Danny needs a ride back from school next weekend.   It isn't even out of our way, so I told Janet we'd be glad to pick him up.  It'll be company for the drive home.  OK?"  She turned to her dinner and I pondered the implications and the possibilities.

"Oh, sure.  Fine."  I said.  "The only thing is, I ....  Well, we can take the other car."

"What?  Why is that?"

"Oh, nothing really, I don't like to get the Mercedes wet inside.  That's all."  I was trying to keep my face straight.

"Wha .. at?" she looked at me like quizzically.

"Oh, you know.  Danny gets so overheated.  I might have to throw a bucket of water over him if he is in the car with you for an hour or so."  I let my smile widen, waiting for her to look up.

She fought back the smile, in spite of herself.  "Don't be silly.  Why do you say things like that?  You are crazy!  He thinks of me as his maiden auntie."

I had the distinct impression that she was enjoying the thought of teasing Danny and of his attention to her.  I had caught her when her guard was down, having just heard this news and still thinking it over herself.  On the other hand, maybe I was just building the case up in my own mind?  

 I had the weekend to plan a way to drive the excitement level higher and higher.  It wasn't clear just how I could turn this to my pleasure.  

Early Saturday morning we set off on what is normally a little over an hour's drive.  "Klik and Klak,The Tappit Brothers program was on the radio.

"Where are you?"  Joanne asked as we neared her Mother's house.

"OH, sorry, did you say something?"  I had been so deep in thought that I missed her comment.

"Nothing, I just wondered what mental adventure you were off on.  You haven't answered my last couple questions."

"Sorry."  I shrugged off my reverie.  "I was just thinking that I need to go down to an electronics store on the way home.  It's on the other side of town.  I was thinking, if we can get away, maybe we time it to pick up Danny at school and then have dinner before driving back?"

"Oh, sure.  Maybe we can go to that little place by the campus.  What was it called?"

"Ciaou." Wasn't it?  The Italian place with the balcony?"

"No its name is ..    We haven't been there in years!  That'll be great!"

Did I hear wheels rolling in her pretty head?  She slipped her hand onto my thigh and when I put my hand on hers, she moved it onto her leg.  I pressed her skirt a little higher and let my hand rest against her pussy.   Her panties were moist and warm over her pussy.  I said nothing. Once in awhile, I do know enough to keep my thoughts to myself.

Since we were now at Mom's house, I took the little gesture as very promising for the end of the weekend.  Joanne looked at me over her glasses as I my hand lingered against her pussy for a minute after I parked the car.  Reluctantly, I withdrew it and frowned playfully at her as I opened the door.

"Hi, Mom, how ya doing?" I called.

The weekend was full of errands and little household chores.  We  were finished up, and ready to depart by about 4 in the Afternoon on Sunday.  Another hour and the car was packed with the things which inevitably had to be taken home from Joanne's mother's house.  It never failed.  I groused and complained that we didn't need any more goddamn baskets, and certainly did not need that unopened box of bar glasses that were "just sitting here gathering dust!"  By the time we pulled out, the trunk was full and there were some things in the back seat of the Mercedes.

"I hope Danny doesn't have much luggage!" I said, much too late to have any effect.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that.  I don't think so, though," She said full of confidence. 
"We'll find a way!"

At dinner, Joanne was once again very animated in conversation with Danny.  Danny's cheeks were flushed, I noticed.  I was generous with Joanne's drinks, but as the driver, I had to stay sober.  It was also easier to keep my plot moving.

"Oh, sorry, Mrs Williams, was that you I kicked?"  Danny said.  The long white table cloth concealed any hint of whether a game of footsie had begun and Danny was just not used to the rules of engagement.

"Oh, that's OK sweetheart, I walk on them too," she joked. Danny recoiled slightly meaning that she had nudged him with her foot in silent rebuttal.

It had not occurred to me earlier, but now I noticed that Joanne had dressed a little high-toned for a trip home; She still wore the pleated navy blue silk skirt and nearly see-through white blouse on that she had worn to church in the morning.   Interesting, I thought, then enjoyed a secret smile known only to myself.  Alert to the game, now, I watched as she flirted with our young friend.  As she talked and smiled her bright crimson smile, she touched his arm while her other hand fiddled with a blouse button.

She fiddled and fiddled with that second button, and her talk became more animated as she finished her second glass of wine.  The gesture drew attention to the round breasts pressing the bounds of the nylon blouse.  The lace of her white bra was elegantly gleaming through, promising delightful treasures concealed, yet not concealed.  I signaled the waiter for another glass of wine and a beer for Danny.  When I turned back, I noticed that Joanne was now fiddling with the next lower button. The second now being open, exposing a delicately tanned expanse that included the well-defined beginning of her cleavage.

The new bra, which I had watched her buy yesterday, pushed her breasts upward and slightly together.  An opulent twin bulge, not obvious, but more hinted at than anything.  It was an engaging sight, beautiful in its subtlety.  She leaned toward Danny now, legs tucked under her chair and chin on her hands.  It was the classic flirting pose from all those old cigarette ads, I thought.  I could feel exciting warmth begin in my own groin, so I could just imagine the effect this was having on Danny.  His face was still slightly flushed with pleasure.

Would she unbutton yet another of those little buttons?   I watched with wonder and noticed that the blouse now gapped forward a little, allowing a little of the lacy bra to show, straining under its load.  Danny's eyes kept stealing little looks, darting away from her captivating eyes.

"By the way, Danny, how much luggage will we be bringing?  I'm afraid I loaded up the trunk a little bit already.?

"A little bit?" I protested, "you mean you filled it!"  I have a tendency to grumble on the subject of carrying junk home.    

"Well, nevermind!" she exulted,  "we always manage, somehow."

"There are a few things.  Hope it isn't too much." Danny said, a little cowed.

As the bottom of the third glass of wine came into view, I noted that she unbuttoned the little third button, casually, as her hand reached for the glass.  She tilted the glass up, hinting for another and the view was lovely.  There is something so totally sensual and seductive about a blouse opened to reveal the space between two lovely breasts and the lace trimmed edge of a bra.  It is like looking into the white-hot heat of a blast furnace to me.  The sight is breathtaking.  You want it not to end.  It fills you with awe at the overwhelming beauty of nature.  The lapels of the blouse stand open, gaping forward slightly, letting you know that it is intended, not just an accident.  Wonderful.

"We really should be going, soon."   I noticed through the front widow that darkness had fallen.  "Don't want to be too late."  

It would take a little longer with these hints before Joanne swung her legs out from under the table an announced she was ready for the journey.  She tucked her blouse into the band of her skirt.  We could both take pleasure in the sight of her nipples, firm and prominent as they moved in little circles under the blouse.  Her breasts looked high and firm and lovely.

Well, as you might guess, the pile of things we needed to find space for in the car was too much for the Mercedes.  Still we packed and repacked until at last it was clear that the back seat was going to be full too.  I grumbled.

"Look, just fill the back seat.  I can sit on Danny's lapin the front.  Is that OK, Danny?"  

Joanne is never daunted by things like this and especially not daunted after four glasses of wine?  "Remember?  We used to do that all the time in the old days!" she nattered on, rather gaily.   "That is, if you think you can stand me on your lap for a couple hours, Danny?"  She held his arm and looked up into his eyes with a big smile.

"Uh, oh, sure.  No problem."  He was careful not to smile too widely, not wanting to let his pleasure seem too obvious.

"OK, we'll try it.   We can stop from time to time, I guess." I said, helpfully.  

Now you see what I mean by some plans being outdone by accidental factors.  "This is going to be an interesting ride,  I thought."  

As I slipped behind the wheel, I had to wonder if it was accidental at all. Could she have been planning this all along?  I didn't really think so.  But then, we didn't really need to have brought along some of that junk from her Mom's.  Ah, well, never mind, I was anticipating a night of hyper sex after a couple hours of lap sitting.  I couldn't have worked a better plan if I had tried.

I watched with amusement as Danny pushed the seat as far back as it would go against the things packed into the back seat.  Joanne was wearing a full skirt which came just to her knees and it slipped up the nylon of her pantyhose as she crouched her way into the car and onto the waiting lap of Danny.  I could see the impression of his cock, already prominent along the leg of his tight jeans as she leaned one hand on his thigh and slipped into position.  She pulled the skirt down and draped it demurely around her legs.

"There, how's that?" she announced.  "OK, Danny?  Am I too heavy."

"No, not at all, Mrs Williams, not at all.  Really."  

He held his arms away from contact by putting one across to my seat back and the other, well, I don't know where the other was.  He must have been holding it down along the side of the seat.

Joanne scrunched against him, looking back over her shoulder with a smile.  

"Hey, pretty comfortable!" she laughed. 

"Are you going to be OK that way?" I muttered, concern in my voice.

"Sure!  We're OK, right Danny?"

And so we were off.  The outskirts of town drifted behind us and we were left in the darkness of the freeway.  

"Danny, you can't be comfortable with your arm up like that.  Don't worry, I won't bite!"  She took his arm and put it on the console beside her.  "There, that's better, isn't it?"  I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she later put her arm down along the console in contact with his muscular and hairy arm too.

"Is your leg going to sleep?  Here, I'll move to the other one." She said, and my mind lingered on the thought of her silk skirt slipping seductively over her pantyhose as she squirmed against her seatmate.  

There we were in the dark, in the close quarters of the front seat, with very sensual squirming going on and a definite sexual overtone hanging in the air.  I found it very exciting just thinking about the possibilities.  I knew that he must have a hell of a hard-on and just as surely, Joanne would have noticed it probing against the warm curves of her bottom.  Her willingness to shift her position must have felt like a wonderful fondling movement to both of them.

His firm body must have felt good to her as she moved over his body.  Her warmth and delightful soft curves would have sent great shivers radiating from his thighs and even his stomach where her bottom would feel fleshy and silky.  

In spite of my attention to the road, I found time to scan the scene quickly from time to time.  I noted that his arm on the console was now pressed lightly against her thigh since her last adjustment of her position.  I could imagine the feeling of silk skirt swishing against the nylon of her pantyhose. Actually, the thought of it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge, too.  

I was awash in the pleasure of the voyeur.

As the journey progressed, Joanne's upright position became tiresome.  

"OK if I lean back a little?" she asked.

"Sure." He muttered in a voice that was choked and full of the excitement of sexual tension.

"Oh, that's better."  I looked over to see that she had assumed a position leaning partly on Danny and partly on the door, facing toward me at about a 45 degree angle.  Her breasts were dusky mountains in the lights of passing cars.  Her blouse opened a view of her bra as her shoulders curved to fit the angle of her seat back.

"Here, Danny, put your arm around here.  Isn't that better?  We're old friends, after all."

I glanced over as she positioned his right hand on her right hip so that his arm was cradled across the tops of her thighs.  My mind was reeling with evil thoughts of what was happening where their bodies fitted  together.  I thought of how their body heat would be churning up the sexual feelings. No matter how innocent her intentions might have been, there was no doubt that the excitement was there.  I thought that I could even smell the hint of sex wafting up from the warmth of their groins, but I allowed that that was probably just my overactive mind.

We stopped for gas and gave them a chance to stretch their legs a little.  Joanne headed for the ladies room.

Danny was uncomfortable.  He turned away, and I could see that he was adjusting his pants over the bulging erection still troubling his jeans.  I knew that he would be feeling guilty for the pleasure he was taking in having my wife squirm sexily in his lap while I was occupied with my driving.   So, I talked about something or other to make him more comfortable.  I smiled and laughed; making sure that no tension was displayed.

Joanne came out looking bright and smiling.  She exhibited that glowing good cheer which the wine always imparted.

"Well, should we fold ourselves back into our seat, partner?" she giggled.  

Danny slipped into the seat, legs spread, and waited with his hands apart, tempted to grasp her waist.  .  Joanne again took his hand and pulled it across her body as she snuggled into his body.

"What do you think, Danny? Not so bad, is it?"

"No, fine." He said tentatively.

"After all it isn't every day that a girl gets all this time in the lap of such a hunk!  I think I'm starting to enjoy this!  Want us to come get you every time you come home?"  She laughed and looked at me, searching my eyes.

"Uh, me too." He said.  I thought about how shy he seemed.  I knew that inside he wanted to scream, "Yes, every time!"

"Yeah, no problem."  I said reassuringly.  I could feel her eyes on me and the hint of a smile on her face.  As I waited for traffic to clear, I looked down at her knee in the light of the street lamp. Something was different.  Suddenly I realized that she had taken off her stockings. I was sure she had not taken off her panties, but the thought rolled around in my mind for a time.

Again, I smiled to myself, thinking of the possibilities if she were more outwardly sexual.  I found myself adjusting my cock under my pants once again.  I was at that stage of semi-hardness that is a pleasure to linger in for long periods of time.  That is, a pleasure if it eventually leads to some form of release.

Joanne leaned forward, her legs spread wide under the full skirt.  "Hope nobody minds, but I need to get out of these heels."  First one pump and then the other came off and were handed to Danny.  "Put these in the back, will you?  Oh, wait .. "   I glanced over as she rummaged in the slash pocket of the skirt and then tucked her pantyhose in one shoe and handed it back to Danny.  There the poor kid was, his fingers fondling her pantyhose freshly warmed by the soft body he had been pressed so tightly against.  I thought he would choke.  His body moved under her as her stretched an arm back to drop the shoes in the back.

His arm circled Joanne's waist again and this time, she rested hers on his, her hand covering his hand on her hip.  I still couldn't see his other hand, but surely, he was inventive enough to tuck in between her thigh and the seat.  I still wondered if she had taken off her panties, too.

We were nearing home now.  

"Looks like you are going to make it, Danny.  Or have I squashed you completely!"  

I had the feeling that she was slightly short of  breath as she said this.  I realized that the sexual tension of the last hour or so must surely have her very wet between her legs.  My thoughts were of parting those thighs and exploring that happy space with my tongue as soon as possible.

"No, .. no, it's been .. fine.  Really." He muttered quietly.

We unloaded the car and left Danny to cart it in the house.

Joanne kissed his cheek and said.  "Give us a call for taxi service anytime, you handsome devil."  She turned and slipped into the car, her knees still outside the car.  She swung first one leg and then the other into the car, her skirt screaming up to mid thigh and her blouse giving Danny one more thing to think about in his lonely bed tonight.

"He's such a nice boy, isn't he?" she said, smiling at me as I backed out of the driveway.

"Didn't get you all excited, did he, darling?" I said, the mischief finally bubbling uncontrollably out of me.

"What?  Oh, don't be silly.  You are always getting those stupid ideas."

I could sense her smile in the darkness.  We traveled silently for a few minutes.

"Or are you trying to talk me into it?" she said archly.

"Hmmmm. Interesting thought."

She giggled and I felt her hand on my thigh.  She found me in my semi-hard state and her hand felt good as it explored the firmness of my cock through the trousers.

"Hmmm, what is this?  What has you hard already?"

"Maybe just the thought of you squirming against Danny.  I could think of all kinds of possibilities, you know."

"Oh, like what?" she punched my arm playfully.  "Come on, like what?" she insisted.

"Oh, you know.  If I were his age and a lovely, mature, soft, sexy, attractive, sensual, pretty, round, body were squirming against me for a long drive, ... well ..." I trailed off, not pushing it.

"Oh,  ... what?" she repeated.  "I wasn't squirming, .. not exactly.  Just didn't want to get him all cramped up."  Again I sensed her smile, liquid and lipstick bright.  




Bridge Group Ch. 03



Her hand came back to my cock, now even harder to her touch.  She fondled the head of it and I felt her kiss against my neck.  

"Let's go park someplace and I'll squirm against you, big boy."  She squeezed harder, making my cock feel wonderful and powerful.  Her skirt was in her lap now and I slipped my hand along her bare thigh.

I turned into a country lane near our house and drove a mile or so.  She unzipped my  pants and reached inside, fondling my cock and balls under my jockey shorts.  Her tongue was in my ear and I sped up a little looking for a lonely part of the road.  

I was surprised when Joanne moved downward as she loosed my cock from its confinement.  The cool night air on the damp head of my cock was thrilling.  Suddenly her mouth was over the head of my cock and I felt her swirl her tongue around it, wet and warm.  I gasped.  I couldn't recall her ever having given me a blowjob in the car since before we were married. I tried to recall if she had even then.

You can never find a lonely part of the road when you need it.  All the houses seemed to be ablaze with light.  I eased to a stop between the Websters' farmhouse and the Millers place, where there was just one lighted window on the second floor.

"Are you going to come over here in the 'jump' seat with me?" she whispered.

I got out of the car and slipped in on the other side, letting Joanne settle back into the same position she had occupied with Danny.

"There, now, comfy?"

"It ain't bad, baby!" I said.  "Now what were the instructions again?  Where can my hand go?"

"Oh, stop!  If you make smart cracks, I won't play with you!  I was only making it comfortable for everyone."

"Now we need someone to drive." I said.

"We can at least turn the engine on." She said.  Aren't you afraid someone will come along?  What if someone comes?" she sounded nervous.  The thought of it added to the sexual excitement.

I felt her shift her soft bottom against my groin while she reached to re-start the car and turn on the CD player.

She put my arm across her and placed my hand on her hip as she had with Danny.  

"Here, Danny, put your arm around here.  Isn't that better?  We're old friends after all."  She slipped easily into the role, repeating her instructions.

She put my right hand on her right hip so that my arm was cradled across the tops of her thighs.  My mind was reeling with the same evil thoughts as when Joanne and Danny's  bodies had been pressed close.  The body heat churned up the sexual feelings held silent in my groin for all this drive. I could definitely smell the hint of sex  wafting up from the warmth of our groins. 

Joanne squirmed her bottom against my prick and moved so that her crease was straddling my right leg.

"There Danny, is that better?  So the other one doesn't go to sleep?"

I could feel the intense heat of her soft crease along the top of my thigh and my cock was now pressed hard against her soft bun.  The silky dress made it easy for her to slip sensually against my leg.  I slipped my hand down the curve of her hip and felt the silk skirt rucked up in her lap.  Slowly, my hand slipped under the tented fabric.  Joanne's tongue found mine and we dueled softly.  The flavor of lipstick exploded in my mouth like a great wine.

"Oh, Danny, what are you doing?" she giggled, as my hand found the plump treasure of her mound.  At last I knew the answer to my question.  She had not taken her panties off in the service station. 

"Oh, sorry, Mrs Williams." I said, laughing into her mouth.

"It's OK, Danny.  We're old friends.  I didn't say you had to stop.  Her tongue leapt deep into my mouth probing along side my own tongue.  My hand cupped her mound  and I felt her slam it against me.  

"Ohhh.... ..," She moaned.

Her panties were drenched.  The length of my index finger slipped against the crease of her pussy, spreading her delicate folds under the satin panties.  I slipped one finger under the elastic and eased into the oozing wet softness.  It slipped into her vagina and I pressed it against that lump beneath her clitoris and pressed her clitoris under my thumb.  It was like rolling a ball bearing in wonderfully creamy oil.  

Now, we could both smell her sex drifting aggressively up between our bodies.  A car approached from the rear and I felt her tense a little bit.  It did not slow and our petting continued.  I took my finger from her pussy just as Frank Sinatra was crooning 'My Funny Valentine'.  I brought my fingers to our lips and we tasted her pussy juices for a moment.  She aggressively sucked my wet finger into her mouth, then turned to slip her tongue into my mouth.

I slipped my hand into her blouse.  Her nipple was hard and I tweaked it through the soft bra.

" I thought you might have taken your panties off when you took your hose off?  ... Mrs Williams," I added with a grin.

She punched my arm again.

"I thought you might wonder that, Danny. I left them so you could take them off when you wanted to." 

Her voice was husky and laden with the sexy thoughts she was having about Danny.  

"Or do you want me to take them off, for you, dear?  I will if you want me to.  I'll take them off for you and give them to you.  If you want?"  She was pressing her cheeks against my rigid cock now, rutting against my hardness.

"Here, darling Danny, you can take my little panties off." She moved my hand to her panties again and led them downward.  She lifted off my lap and then, when they were down just to below the vee of her body and the dark triangle of her curls was in view, she said.  "Do you like them?  I think they are pretty, don't you? " She leaned back and whispered this in my ear.

"Yes."  I managed to mumble, my eyes on her pretty pussy and the sight of her breasts now jutting out from the open blouse.

"I bought them just for you." she whispered.

"Arrrgghhhh..." I moaned.

"Those and the bra, I bought them yesterday just for you, Danny.  Do you like the bra, too?"  

I thrust my cock tight into comfort of her buns, then reached between us to push it down so that it was between her legs.

Joanne gasped as the head of it slipped past her vagina entrance and wet glans came against her clitoris, rich with creamy juices.  

"DANNY, .. what's that?  What are you doing, sweetheart?"

She scooped her breasts out of the cups of her bra.  The white bra gleamed in the moonlight, pressing the mounds high on her chest and letting the hard nipples, now dark and ripe looking, stand out as if on snow covered mountains.

"You do like my bra and panties?" She murmured again.

"Mrs Williams, I LOVE your bra and panties.  And I adore your nipples, and the way your clitoris presses against my cock."

"You are certainly getting bold, Danny." She chided, and elbowed me slightly in the ribs.

I felt her fingers on the head of my cock as she pressed me back along the moist slit of her pussy.  She let her fingers and the head of my cock play for a moment around her clitoris, then pressed firmly, until she had me at the entrance to her vagina.  

Another car came toward us from the front and the lights bathed us like searchlights.  Facing to the front as she was, Joanne stood out in the light like the prow of a ship, two breasts boldly pointing to the oncoming driver.  I thought that she actually sat up a little straighter, letting him have a brief view of her luscious breasts as he flashed by.  A horn sounded in salute, farther down the road.

Just at that moment, she sank down around me in a peak of excitement.  Her pussy lips parted for me, and my cock snapped into the tight opening.  She was so hot, it was like entering a fire for a moment.  An excruciatingly painful fire ringed my cock and then began soothing the head of it with warm juices.  Joanne put her hands on my knees and leveraged herself so that she could thrust up and down on my shaft.

I have seldom felt so stiff and so rampant as I did at that moment, feeling all the details of the folds of her vagina as she slipped firmly up and down.  She was moving and letting me explore every part of her mysterious cavern; fondling me and letting herself be fondled.

My hands cupped her breasts and the stimulation brought her excitement to a new peak as she slammed herself up and down my thrusting cock.  She pulled one of my hands down to fondle her clitoris and then she was off again, bouncing up and down on my cock.

My legs were braced against the floor boards as again and again she bathed my cock in the tight sleeve of her vagina. I felt my balls tense and then the first relief of my sperm charging up into her vagina.  My hands were tight around her breasts, letting the nipples exposed to the night air as we struggled together in our orgasms.

"Oh, Danny, you have such a cock.  Such a big cock, sweetheart.  Ohhh, .. yesssss!"  

Joanne slumped against me and let me fondle her breasts softly, as    we came back down the mountain.

As we drove away, Joanne stood up through the moon roof, letting the breeze cool the perspiration from her breasts.  A car flashed by, but she didn't duck out of view, but just stood there, her hair flying in the breeze and my hand on her thigh feeling our juices sliding down the inside of her leg.

I picked up the white panties and tossed them into the night air through the moon roof.

"Hey, what are you doing?  Those were new1" she screamed against the roar of the air stream, then ducked back inside with a quizzical look on her face.

"You bought them to give away, remember?  Well, we might as well brighten some young mans day to find your panties."

She smiled mischievously.  

"I wonder if he will imagine anything like the story you made up?  You're terrible, you know that?  Absolutely rotten to the core."



Bridge Group Ch. 04



Chapter 04 – Out Of Town Wedding 

"I'll take this one. Thanks for your help." I grinned at the sales girl, who had been so helpful, holding the gown up to her body to let me see how it would look on Joanne.

"Shall I wrap it as a gift?" 

"No, that's not necessary," I replied.

"More exciting gift wrapped," she said seductively.

"Aha, right! You talked me into it."

"Want to write a card?" 

I thought for a minute and then began to scrawl on the card. "Hope this pleases all your many boy friends, you sexy devil!" The girl took the card and went off to wrap it. She was soon back with a handsome box with the pink Victoria's Secret logo and ribbon. " 

"Someone's a lucky girl, what's the occasion?" she asked with a big smile.

I thought a minute, then laughed and said, "A wedding!"

Well, in a way, it was true. We were invited to a big wedding in one of those nice northern suburbs of Chicago. It would be one of those splashy extravaganzas with a cast of hundreds, as they say. Tonight, Friday, would be the kickoff of a long weekend, beginning with the rehearsal dinner. Tom and Barb, long time neighbors, who had moved to Chicago several years ago, had invited us to the rehearsal dinner, too.

I was home early and Joanne was still packing. I presented the gift and waited for her to open it. 

"Good grief, a present? I don't think it's our anniversary is it? Or did you forget the last one and the present is late?" 

She laughed and eagerly tore at the ribbon, then lifted the gown out and held it at arm's length. 

"Wow, I love it. How pretty!" She looked at her hand through the see-through fabric. "Aha, you dirty old man, I can see why you bought this!"

I turned away to do my own packing and heard her tearing open the card. I waited for the reaction.

"ALL my boyfriends? ALL my boyfriends! That's a laugh. What does that mean?"

"Well you have so many admirers, I thought you might give them a thrill too!" I said, laughing and biting back a grin.

"Where would I ever wear this where anyone but you would see me?" she wanted to know. 

"Well, you never know, do you?"

She smiled and held the diaphanous gown up once more. "You'd be shocked if I did, wouldn't you? Well, maybe I should shock you!" 

We had a quick bite to eat and were quickly on the road with happy expectations for a big weekend. The thought of Joanne's naked body through that new gown had me thinking. I was hoping for a repeat of our last fantasy adventure. It might be tricky, but I was hoping for an opportunity to lead her to drop some of her inhibitions. The thought of our last adventure parked on a dark wooded lane had me aroused already.

"Are Janet and Bill coming to this extravaganza?" I asked the question innocently as I negotiated the entrance to the expressway. 

"Of course they are," she replied quietly.

After a few minutes, I continued the conversation. "Are they bringing Danny?" I glanced over at her, my face full of innocence.

"Now don't start teasing with that again." She stared straight ahead, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. You know that was all silliness. Don't start in again, Jack. Honestly, you are rotten to the core. I can't believe the things you suggest. Just put it out of your mind!"

I put my hand on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her leg under the nylon.

"Don't start what?"

"You know what! Danny is a nice boy. You shouldn't make jokes."

"Who's joking?" 

I glanced again to see if I was pushing too hard. Her face showed that in spite of the words, she enjoyed the vicarious thrill of the flirtation with our 18-year-old neighbor. She remained silent, but the hint of a smile remained.

"You want me to model the new gown for Danny? You had better be careful, you know, I might just do it! It would serve you right!" She said it with mock firmness that she knew would encourage rather than put me off this line of teasing.

"Is Danny coming to the wedding, too?"

"I don't know." She replied. "He might be. He was good friends with Nancy, I think. Maybe he will." Joanne shot a quick glance at me and caught me with a little smile on my face, too. "You better be careful, Jack, Danny is getting too grown up for the kind of teasing you are always proposing. You better be careful, you know, I might just take you up on it some day!" She giggled and nudged me in the ribs.

"Where is the hotel?" I asked, as we approached North Brook.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Sally Caruthers called and offered their house. They are in Cancun for two weeks. I said we'd love it. OK?"

"Oh? Yeah, Ok, I guess. Not too far from the parties, is it?

"Heavens no, it's on the golf course where the reception will be. Is that close enough? You can walk home if you drink too much!"

Sally and Ed have a gorgeous big house built in the French Colonial style. I recalled that it had high cathedral ceilings in the entry, with a balcony on the second floor overlooking a huge living area below. It was gorgeous. I thought I would still miss some of the party atmosphere around the hotel, but it would still be pretty comfortable. 

It set me thinking of how I might induce a fantasy activity for my lovely wife. In fact this would be a lot easier than if we stayed in the hotel. I began to think how I might throw our young friend into the arms of his fantasy lover, Joanne. You can't plan everything. I would just play it by ear. 

"Sally left the key with the neighbors. I'll go get it," Joanne said as she strode across the street. 

I began unloading the trunk and surveyed the elegant curving street lined with huge oak trees. We would be rattling around alone in this huge house if I didn't come up with a plan. My mind was working on a scenario in advance; but how to make it come together, that was the problem. No pun intended. The U-shaped drive curved in front of an impressive entrance, covered by a cannonaded brick walk. I unlocked the door and pushed it open. The large open entry was impressive, fireplace on the north wall, huge windows looking out over a long green swath of grass to the clubhouse in the distance.

We found our bedroom, directed by a note left by Sally. It was upstairs along a long balcony that overlooked the living room. I watched Sally dress and lounged with a magazine in a large overstuffed chair. Fresh from the shower, she slipped on a pair of white panties that looked fresh and new. She turned to give me a view as she tucked her breasts into a French cut bra that teased her breasts into delectable twin curves. She struggled into pantyhose, very sheer, warm tan in color with a mock lace panty decorating the key area veeing down between her legs. Her long skirt parted half way up her thigh and the blouse was frilly with a neckline that gave a glimpse of her breasts pouting out of the bra.

"You look lovely, sweetheart!" I muttered and feigned a low whistle.

"Thank you, dear." She smiled warmly and signaled she was ready with a little twirl that let the skirt show her flashy legs and high heels.

"I better hope Danny stayed home."

She looked up at me impishly, "Why's that?"

"He's only made of flesh and blood, you know. Sometime he is going to break with your teasing!"

"Oh, don't be silly. Can't happen. You are such a tease." She swept off down the hall and onto the staircase, then glanced back over her shoulder. "Are you starting that silliness again? You are so naughty! I wish you'd stop!"

But, I knew better. She enjoyed our fantasies much, much more than she was willing to admit. I had discovered that her resolve diminished after a good wine and dinner. These fantasies fashioned around Danny's crush on Joanne were fun and yielded wonderful sex for Joanne and I. I was eager to find a subtle way to enjoy a fourth thrilling fantasy. So far it seemed to have no downside. Joanne always denied culpability, I accepted the blame and we both enjoyed it.

The wedding rehearsal was the usual confused debacle that seems to precede every wedding. The dinner was held at a nice restaurant nearby. Bill and Janet were there and I soon spotted Danny looking a little self-conscious on the other side of the room. I began thinking of a way for his presence to play into a sexy scenario.

"Poor Danny, he isn't too thrilled being stuck with Ma and Pa. The hotel suite has two rooms but his bed is a hide-a-bed." Janet told me, rolling her eyes in his direction.

"Oh, really?" An idea had started to form in my head.

"Oh the poor thing!" Joanne joined Janet in commiserating about Danny's plight.

"Look, I don't think Sally would mind, why doesn't he come with us? Plenty of room!" I said. 

Joanne looked sharply at me. Then, her face relaxed and she said. "Yes, I'm sure it would be alright. Would he want to do that, Janet?"

"Joanne, you're his favorite 'aunt' he'd follow you anywhere," Janet laughed, casting a loving eye toward her shy but handsome son. "Would it be too much trouble?" Janet wondered. 

Joanne looked suspiciously at me as my reply came a little too willingly. 

"No trouble at all, he can come with us tonight and we'll find him a comfortable bunk. He can come and go as he likes." Was that a suspicious look Joanne gave me, or was it slightly tinged with guilt? Joanne's upbringing required that there be some guilt over such a fantasy.

There was a combo playing in the lounge and we gravitated to the darkened room.

"Hey, this is just like bridge night. Anybody bring cards?" Janet said gaily. The four of us were in our normal positions reminiscent of our regular night of cards at one house or the other. In fact it was at such a bridge night that the first of the Danny fantasies had started.

"Right, just like home!" I said, "With Danny across the way, it's just like the old days!"

Joanne glanced across the room to where Danny stood against the bar with a group of young people. He seemed to be looking over the shoulder of one at Joanne. I noticed her turn a little more toward him and smiled to myself as her skirt parted half way up her thigh. Intentional or innocent, she was giving him a look at her long luscious legs. She swung the sling pump from her toes. There was no question in my mind that she was teasing him. I was sure that my plan was going to work out perfectly.

"Here's your chance girls, extra young guys for dancing." I pointed to the bar.

"Good idea, no point in sitting here with you old stick-in-the-muds!" Janet was just nicely happy from the dinner wine and stood up with a show of exuberance. "Want to?" she said to Joanne.

I watched as they cajoled the young men, two of whom were quite happy to dance with the attractive older women. I noted that Danny was left staring after them. His eyes followed them as they made their way around the small dance floor. The next tune, it was Danny who Janet led onto the floor and had a motherly swing around the floor. I was certain that Joanne was leaving Danny until last as a matter of appearances. 

Ed and I continued our conversation, but my mind was on Danny and Joanne. At last they found themselves together just as the combo played a slow, romantic tune. Their was something different, though, in the way they danced; the way they moved together, their bodies a little closer than with the others. But, maybe it was just my lascivious mind playing tricks on me.

It was near midnight as we headed back to the house, Danny in the back seat with his bag. Joanne was in the front, turned toward him in her seat, the evening of wine talking animatedly. I glanced at the expanse of thigh visible through the slit of her skirt and smiled to myself in the darkness. I could just make out the hint of white panty at the top of her thigh.

Joanne went upstairs while I fixed myself one more drink. I could hear Danny and Joanne quietly selecting a room for him and finding fresh sheets in the hall linen closet. 

Danny came back down almost immediately and I handed a beer to him as we sat in the big comfortable leather couch in front of the fireplace. 

"Well, we're a little short of young girls for you to chase after! I mean compared to weddings of people your age."

"Oh, no problem." he said.

"Joanne and your mom seem to like the extra attention though."

He laughed a little. "They're pretty good dancers, too!"

"Hope they aren't driving you crazy?" I said quizzically.

"Oh, no. No, not at all."

We were silent for a moment. Then he continued, as if it was an afterthought.

"I mean, ..... Mrs. Williams is great. A good dancer, I mean. You're a lucky man. …. I always thought." He stumbled in his speech a little, but pressed on, urged by perhaps one beer too many. 

I smiled at his embarrassment over the compliment.

"I'll lend her to you for the weekend. Take the pressure off me!" I looked at him with a grin.

"Oh, no, … oh, you're kidding. Right!" he managed to mumble.

Joanne came to the top of the stairs and gazed down on us. "Oh still partying, eh? I thought we were going to bed! No fair!" 

"Come on down, we're having a nightcap and telling lies!" I said.

"I've already got my 'jammies on." She said. 

"We don't mind." I jibed. "Wow, look at you!" I had turned and found Joanne standing in the new gown with a light behind her. Her body looked shapely, shadowed against the nylon.

"You can come down, it's just family!" I urged.

She thought about it for a minute. "I don't have a robe with me." But then she started down the stairs. 

"Will you excuse my appearance? My husband gave me this as a present, Danny. It's too pretty to hide. What do you think?"

Danny nearly choked. Joanne looked wonderful. The long pleated gown floated out around her long legs as she swept down the stairs and then turned for our approving glances.

"You look beautiful, Mrs. Williams. Like always, I mean." He was recapturing his composure. 

I could see the outline of her panties and bra under the gown. Even I felt a stirring in my loins. Poor Danny might blow a gasket, though.

"Who is going to dance with me?" Joanne seemed to be wide-awake again and lubricated by the wine. She had overcome the concern over the gown showing off her considerable charms. 

I turned the music up a little and took her in my arms. We did a few steps and I slipped my hand from the small of her back down over her bottom, teasing back and forth lightly with my fingertips. Joanne pressed her mound against the top of my thigh as we turned and I felt my cock press against her softness.

"Here, you take over, Danny, my wife prefers good dancers to my heavy footed stomping. Besides, you're the guest here." She pinched my arm and her eyes opened wide at me.

In spite of the reprimand to me, Joanne snuggled into Danny's arms and pressed close to him, pulling his hand in close to their bodies the way she likes to dance.

"You need atmosphere!" I said, turning off a couple of lights. "I'm off to bed. You two youngsters turn off the lights when you come up!" 

I turned and walked up the steps and into our room, making a point of closing the door a little louder than necessary. I waited a few minutes, turned out the lights, and then quietly opened the door and listened. The music continued to be romantic and soft. Frank Sinatra was singing "It Had To Be You." 

I could hear Joanne giggling and then more quiet words as I slipped down the hall and peered down from the balcony. I watched silently a shiver of excitement running down my arms setting the hair on end. As they turned I could see her panties plainly visible and taut band of her bra arching across her back.

I crouched and crept closer, then laid down flat so as not to be caught watching. I could see them well now, as they slowly turned, hardly moving. Joanne was pressed close now, her thighs slightly astride Danny's leg and I knew how her mound must feel against him as she moved slowly back and forth against it. I imagined how hard Danny's cock must be and wondered if she was feeling it.

Her face seemed buried in his neck and his head was down and pressed against her hair. I watched as they turned slowly. Danny's hand was still on the small of her back, but his fingers were temptingly straying lower each time I looked. I watched closely as his fingers toyed with the elastic of her panties for the first time. Joanne nuzzled closer in response, letting him know it was all right. Her hand tucked his hand closer and I could see that she was pressing his hand close against her breast now. They stayed in that position, not moving, just scintillating against each other's body.

I couldn't quite understand why this was making my heart pound the way it was, but it was. I watched fascinated as I saw the young man's hand cover my wife's ass, watched as she reached to cover his hand for a moment, then slowly pull it higher. She didn't pull his hand away though, just pulled it so that it rested a little higher on the curve of her ass and left it there. He had moved a little too fast for comfort. Why was it so thrilling to lie here and watch Danny fondle the lovely roundness of my wife's ass?

I reached to adjust my cock to a more comfortable position, and continued watching their loving movements. My heart was pounding so loudly, that I thought they must hear it as well as I could. Danny's hand was on her bottom now, fully extended over the crease of her body, teasing her with little tickling sensations. I knew how much she would be enjoying this. With a start, I realized that it would be making her pussy wet with the cream of her vagina. The thought thrilled me, as I imagined those delicate folds bathed in her juices, slipping against each other as she made the tiny little dance steps. I thought about how the young man's hard cock was prodding against her tummy and how her nipples must tingle, hard from that prodding. My cock swelled against the constraint of my pants.

They laughed together, and he swung her away. She twirled back into his arms, her back to him. I watched as their hands slipped together up her stomach and then cuddled under her lovely breasts. They dipped from side to side, and then his hand surrounded the orb of her breast. Danny squeezed as her hand trailed down to touch his thigh, leaving his hand exploring on its own. He was still tentative, though, just holding the wonder of her breast as if it might break, or that she might stop him. But she didn't. He continued fondling it, caressing it, loving it.

As the song ended, he smilingly bowed and then knelt at her feet, as if bowing before his queen waiting to be knighted. They laughed happily as I watched the scene. But the queen did something even nicer. My heart leapt into my throat as she swirled her skirt and lifted it over his head.

"I dub thee Knight!" Joanne said, her voice betraying the nervousness I knew she must be feeling. The skirt of the gown came down around him. He was left facing that delicious mound in her white lace panties and completely swathed in a gossamer world full of the scent of her perfume and the perfume of her pussy . My heart would not go out of my throat and my eyes must have bugged out of my head as I waited for what was next.

Slowly, slowly, his hands moved. I realized that his hands were now on her legs, slipping slowly, in their caress, upward as he moved closer, both knees on the floor now. Completely covered by the gift gown I had presented to her today. His body looked ghostly under the nylon. Joanne looked down at him and then, just as slowly, her hands went to his head and pulled him closer still. I could see that his head was turned to the side so that his cheek was pressed against the silkiness of her panties. Her mound would be pressed against his cheek, her tummy against his temple. The warmth of her body would be teasing him and making him just like a Knight of old.

Awestruck, I watched as his hands found her bottom once again, this time with only her panties between him and her flesh.




Bridge Group Ch. 04



Joanne stood still, caressing his head and turning it against her body. Her eyes were closed, listening to the music, feeling his kiss against her pussy. She cradled him like a mother, but it was really the nurturing hands of a lover. I could see her hands directing him lightly. After a long time in this position, after letting him find the pleasure of her mound against his lips, his cheeks, his ears, his nose, I saw her hands lifting him. Danny got to his feet slowly, his body pressing and following hers to a standing position. Her gown slipped reluctantly back into place, until it reached the point where Danny's hard cock pressed against her panties. 

Their lips found each other and their bodies continued to writhe in pleasure, touching, twisting, pressing.

Joanne slipped the sleeves of her gown off her shoulders and her breasts were revealed. I could hear him gasp as Joanne drew his head down until it nestled against the shelf of soft breasts pressed high by the cut of the bra. As he nuzzled her breasts, Joanne slowly slipped one of them out of its cup and guided it toward his waiting lips.

"Oh, yes, Danny. Yes. …. That's what they're for.." she said quietly, almost whispering. 

Her sigh became a quiet moan of pleasure as the young man's lips nursed at her nipple. 

They stood that way for what seemed like a long time, and then slowly, they resumed their dancing. She had guided his head reluctantly up along the long slope of her breast to her neck again and began their dancing as if it had not stopped.

"Oh, Danny,.. I'm being so unfair…" she said in a hushed voice.

"No, it's OK." He said quietly.

"Yes,.. yes, I am." She said as she kissed his lips once again. I could see that her tongue slipped past his lips this time and could almost see his body tremble at the thrill of it.

Joanne turned to go, but he pulled her back. I began to retreat quietly down the hall. I saw her turn and let him kiss her once more before I disappeared from the view below. I quietly closed the bedroom door.

Joanne came in quietly and leaned next to the open door for several moments. I pretended to be asleep, faking slow breathing, and waited. My heart was large in my throat with the things I had watched. I didn't know what to say or what to do.

Slowly, she moved across the room, groping through the gloom. Her hand found the tiny bed lamp and she shook me gently.

"Honey?" she said quietly. "Jack, wake up, sweetheart." 

She lay across my body and I felt her kiss my cheek. I faked awakening from a sound sleep. 

"Wha? .. what?" I said.

"Hold me." She said.

I sat up and put my arms around her.

"What's wrong?"

Joanne said nothing. She shook her head into my neck.

"What happened? Did Danny .." I stopped.

Slowly, she nodded her answer into my neck, her kisses soft and inviting there.

My heart was pounding again.

"Did you let him.."

She nodded against me once again.

"You mean he fucked you, darling?"

She shook her head violently.

"Just touched you?"

She nodded again.

"Did you stop him?" I asked.

Slowly she shook her head and then took my hand and put it on her breast.

"Do you think I'm terrible?" she said.

"No."

"I love you." She said.

"Did you enjoy..?" I said.

"Yes." She said. "Yes."

"Tell me about it?"

Instead, she pressed her lips to mine and I felt her tongue against my lips. Her tongue traced them, then teased them open. The taste of lipstick and the chocolate mousse dessert from dinner mingled together in our mouths.

Joanne stood up and pulled my hand. We danced snuggled together in low light of the tiny lamp. She guided me down to her feet. As I knelt, she swirled her gown over my head and pressed my face into the silky softness of her pussy and held me there. I could smell the scent of her perfume and also the scent of her pussy waiting for me there. It was just as Danny must have found it. I breathed deeply and let my hands slip up her thighs to find her panties. 

Instead of panties, I found the soaking wet naked folds of her pussy. Puzzled, I slipped my finger between them into the creamy juices to find her clitoris hard and erect. What had happened to the lacy white panties?

I slipped two fingers easily into her vagina and fondled her G spot, pressing it between my thumb on her clitoris and the two fingers. The firm spongy spot felt luxurious under my touch and I felt Joanne tremble as a tiny orgasm coursed through her body.


"Did Danny do this?"

"Oh, no,.. no!" she said.

"What then?"

Her hands guided mine to the round cheeks of her ass where I fondled and toyed with her curves. I pressed my lips against her mound and kissed gently. 

"Like this, then?"

"Yes, like that."

"And then?"

Joanne slipped the sleeves of her gown down and I ogled her beautiful breasts and the lacy bra that held them like ripe fruit. She slipped both of them out of their cups and I watched passionately the way the nipples were extended now, looking hard and brown and ready for me to suckle.

"Do you like these, Danny?" She said, her eyes devouring mine. "Do you think about these,.. " she choked a little. "Do you ever think about me..?" she said.

"Yes,.. Yes, I think about your breasts a lot. They're beautiful and so big!" I said. "Sometimes I cum thinking about them, too, Mrs. Williams."

My hands lifted her breasts. With one hand I squeezed her nipple. I let her feed the other breast into my lips. I sucked deeply on her nipple and let my hand squeeze the heavy weight of it, milking her toward my amorous lips. 

"And then?" I said, a catch in my voice. 

"That's all. …… But, I thought about doing more. I had to force myself to come up to bed. My god, I was so close."

"What?"

She guided me to my feet and then knelt before me. Joanne unzipped my pants and slipped her hand inside to find my cock already very hard. She slipped it out and the night air was cool against the soaking precum on the head of it. She took it warmly into her mouth. Her hand circled my cock.

Her brown eyes stared up at me as she began to suck, moving her head from side to side.

"You wanted to do this, too?' I asked.

She nodded her head, still holding my cock with her lips. 

"Do you think I am terrible?"

"No, of course not."

Her eyes blinked expressing relief that it was OK with me. I am not sure I was completely sure myself, but for now it was the right thing to say, I decided. After all, it was all my fault.

Joanne stroked my cock and the head of my cock was filled with such pleasure, it is impossible to explain in words. I started to pull away but she held me tight.

"Cum in my mouth, Danny. Cum for me." She said urgently. She returned to my cock, stroking it rapidly now and swirling around it with her tongue.

"I want you." I said urgently.

"Cum in my mouth, Danny!" she said again.

I felt her other hand squeeze my balls and suddenly realized that I was not going to last long. I looked down into my wife's brown eyes, and spread my legs slightly. 

"Be careful, Mrs. Williams. I think I'm going to.."

Joanne's excitement rose as she heard me join in her fantasy.

"It's beautiful, Danny. Just beautiful. Give it to me, sweetie." She urged me to fuck her mouth. Play-acting the role of young Danny was a turn on. I watched her lusciously lipsticked mouth made a soft circle around the head of my cock and the deep pools of her dark eyes urged me on.

"You're so.. beautiful … Mrs. Williams.. so … so…" I wasn't acting, it was true.

Joanne fondled her pussy with her own fingers now as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth. My rigid cock glistened as she let it out to speak. Her tongue flicked out to touch it between the words.

".. do you .. do you think about .. fucking me, Danny?"

My cock was aching for her. It was swollen and hard. The skin felt like it might burst if I expanded much more. I had maintained a constant erection since she came down the stairs more than an hour ago.

"Yes! Yes! … Yes, I want to fuck you Mrs. Williams. Please let me fuck you?"

At last, Joanne rolled backwards on the floor, her legs spread. Her hands reached out for me and I leapt between her thrilling thighs She spread her legs wide and in one quick stroke, my cock leapt into the wet well of her vagina. Her warmth suffused my body with my cock probed the furnace-like heat of her tight pussy.

We rocked back and forth together, my cock sliding in and out of her creamy vagina. I could hear our bodies slapping together in passion, and feel my balls slap her bottom at the bottom of each stroke of my cock. Joanne moaned with pleasure and I watched her pinch her nipples in time with my thrusting passion. 

I felt my balls tighten and my legs straighten tense behind me as I thrust mightily and my sperm shot hot and creamy into her body. Again and again, I spurted into her.

Ohhh, fuck me hard, Danny, fuck me hard, sweetheart!" she said loudly in my ear. 

"Do it some more, .. more, darling, more. Fuck mummy! Give me that good hot stuff from your balls! Fill me up, baby!"

We moved to the bed and lay recovering our strength. We nuzzled and fondled each other. I slipped my hand over her wet pussy once more and let one finger slip between her lips to tease her clitoris. She held my limp cock in a tender grip as I fondled her pussy. 

I realized that the bedroom door had not been closed while we had made love. Had she left it open intentionally? I concluded that she had done just that. Leaving it open meant that Danny had the thrill or the torture of listening to her pretend it was him having her body. I tried to recall what I would have thought of that as a teenager. I decided that I would have enjoyed it a great deal. I imagine Danny was the same way I was at his age.

And what had happened to the pretty white panties? Questions were bouncing around in my mind. I caressed her delightful bare bottom and mused over the loss of the panties. When had she let them down? It was a poser of a question full of ripe sensual moment.

When she seemed asleep and my arm had definitely gone to sleep under her head, I got up and started toward the bathroom. I heard the toilet being flushed and paused a moment to let Danny get back to his room It was dark, but I noticed that Danny's door was slightly ajar. Could he have also been watching in addition to listening? He could not have helped hearing us, I was sure of that. Had my quiet little wife arranged the whole thing that way? I was slightly puzzled.

I was washing my hands when I suddenly realized that the white panties had mysteriously appeared on top of the pretty pile Joanne's pantyhose made on the vanity. I stared at them. I was sure that they were not there earlier. I picked them up and looked more carefully. The crotch of her panties was damp, of course. But wait, there was more than that. A huge wet spot covered the front of the panty. I could smell Joanne's juices, but also there was also the decided odor of fresh sperm. Suddenly the mystery was solved. The new stain was not my wife's, but Danny's. I returned the sodden panties to the pile and went to bed.

I began to think that I was no longer the arranger, but just a simple passenger being carried on by Joanne's scripts. I shook my head, smiled into the darkness, and put my arm around her with a slow, happy caress.

As I lay there musing over the lovely sex we had just enjoyed, Joanne awoke and very quietly slipped from under my arm and out of the bed. I listened as she padded down the hall and then heard the bathroom door close quietly. I strained to hear every sound now, wondering what would happen next. 

The bathroom door snapped shut again, like the sound of someone being very quiet. Joanne reappeared like a ghost, her gown rustling quietly. She crept into bed and slipped once again under my arm. I slipped my hand down to the voluptuous curve of her bottom and found that she had slipped into the panties. Feeling my sensuous caress, Joanne slipped her leg between mine and pressed her tummy, and the wet spot, against me where it remained warm between our bodies.

"You've got to stop doing this to me." She muttered against my chest.



Bridge Group Ch. 05



Chapter 05 – Reception

"Nice wedding, wasn't it? Didn't you think Nancy looked gorgeous? Perfect, just like a bride should." Joanne burbled on, answering her own questions.

"Uh... Yep," I muttered. I was in line to leave the church parking lot. Too busy for chatting, I negotiated a busy turn into traffic. 

"Didn't you think so, Danny?" She swiveled in her seat and smiled back at Danny and I caught a glimpse of white thigh above thigh-high nylons. It was such a nice glimpse, too. God, I love those old fashioned nylons and the contrast of the dark brown top against pure white thigh. I was a little surprised since usually she only wears those for occasional sexy candlelight dinners alone with me.

"Yeah, that was cool! Some church, too!" Danny chimed in, no doubt charmed by the same flash of thigh. 

"Am I going to be on your dance card, Danny?" Joanne teased. 

A small smile traced across my lips in spite of myself. Joanne sneaked a poke in my ribs and went back to flirting with the handsome young man in the back seat. She was wearing a simple dress with a square neckline that gapped nicely, displaying the plump mounds of her breasts and deep, inviting cleavage.

"Yeah, sure... you bet! Wouldn't miss it, Mrs. Williams!" 

I noticed that he was gaining quite a bit of self-confidence, lately. Of course, it would be strange if he weren't getting the hint after last night. I mused over the mind numbing thrill it must have been fondling an 'older' woman with her husband "asleep" just upstairs. 

In fact, I was still tingling a bit over the strange excitement I had found in watching Danny fondling my wife in the subdued light. It was truly one of the most sensual things I had ever experienced. I was still turning it over in my mind, trying to understand the reason it was so exciting.

"Here's the entrance!" Joanne broke my reverie and I hit the brakes just in time to turn onto a long driveway flanked by a driving range and the long first hole. I had played here a few times so I was fairly familiar with the Cypress Hills Country Club. The clubhouse was one of those huge graceful, very swanky buildings built back in the twenties. The additions over the years had only made it more elegant, so carefully had they been done.

A valet held the door open for Joanne and gawked at her legs as she swung out of the car. She rewarded his interest with a beaming smile. I formed the opinion that Joanne was on a high and that this was likely to be an interesting evening.

Bill and Janet were waiting for us as we walked up the steps. 

"Bad news!" Bill announced. "I have to leave in an hour. Company plane is picking me up for a meeting. Janet is staying, so I'll have to leave you with an unbalanced party tonight. Hope that's OK."

"Hey, that's my idea of a friend! Leaving me with an extra beautiful woman."

"It's OK, Bill. I'll give Jack to Janet and I'll take Danny for my date!" Joanne laughed and slipped her arm through Danny's. He looked pretty happy, though his face reddened and he tried not to look eager. Joanne looked particularly luscious tonight, I noted.

"We'll be JUST FINE!" Janet said, as she slipped her arm around my waist. "Right Jack?"

"I'm with you, babe. You're gorgeous, you know that?" I meant it too.

"Hey, hey, don't be so happy to get rid of me, you guys. I'll be worrying all night about all of you misbehaving," Bill grumbled. He looked a little concerned as he looked back over his shoulder. I just squeezed Janet closer and waved. I felt the warm softness of her thigh through the silky dress.

I managed to get a round of drinks from the crowded bar and we were off on the evening's adventure. 

The ballroom had banks of tall French doors offering a view across the rolling hills of the club. Large crystal chandeliers dripped with opulence overhead and a thick muted red carpet made the room look rich. Tables of eight surrounded a gleaming dance floor where a band was setting up for the evening. The noise swelled as the crowd grew. The bride and groom entered amid the clamoring wedding party and a line soon formed to wish them well. 

Joanne really was treating Danny as a date. Her hand touched his sleeve when she spoke to him. Her eyes were like pools for him to look down into. She stood just a little closer to him when she teased him, forming an intimacy that left Janet and I just slightly outside that circle. She balanced on one foot and raised the other behind her the way girls do when they are doing serious flirting.

I wondered if this was going to cause Janet motherly concern, but she seemed not to be bothered. She noticed, but didn't seem troubled in the least; a little smile kept crinkling her lips. I decided to play the cards dealt me and watch what developed. Being left with Janet is kind of a pleasure anyway, since I have always had a little crush on her. We were soon having a very good time, laughing and joking freely as the waitresses replenished our drinks liberally.

The tables were covered with gleaming white, starched tablecloths rounded over the sides of the tables. When we sat at the table, the heavy cloths covered our laps completely.

"This is some club, isn't it?" Joanne was on my left and Janet to my right. Danny sat next to Joanne on her left. 

"My god, Jack," Janet muttered, "This is the Taj Mahal of clubs, eh?" 

The waitresses brought two kinds of wine and we had both. The others at the table were strangers and we exchanged the usual introductions and questions aimed at getting things rolling. The conversation soon became animated and the crowd noise continued its rise along with the increasing empty wine glasses on the tables. A string trio played dinner music, barely audible at our end of the room, but nice anyway. Our table was in a corner, off the beaten track.

Janet, without leaving the cross table conversation suddenly put her hand on my thigh and nudged me. She signaled with her eyes toward Joanne and Danny.

"Isn't he a handsome devil?" she asked. I agreed with a smile.

"But do you think we can trust those two?" she giggled. Janet left her hand on my thigh for a few moments, enjoying our intimacy, too.

"Hmmm, well, they might bear watching," I said with a conspiratorial grin. 

"Yeah, tell me about it! He's always had a crush on Joanne, you know! The question is can I can trust her with my baby? They're kind of cute together, don't you think?" She giggled and squeezed my thigh under the tablecloth. 

I slipped my hand over hers and smiled into her eyes. "Well, we'll just have to deal with it. They're leaving us out, don't you think? And Bill did insist that you and I take care of each other, didn't he?"

"That's right! She exclaimed, leaning close to me. "You know, Bill, I really like having a friend like you to flirt with. You're so good at it." Her mischievous laugh was throaty and melodious.

Amid the flirting, I confess that I was keeping close track of my wife out of the corner of my eye. At one point, Janet had touched my thigh while making a conversational point and Joanne slipped her hand onto my other thigh. I found myself getting an erection.

The toasts from the head table had begun. During one of the speeches, I slipped my hand under the cloth and between Joanne's legs. Joanne tensed and I felt the fleeting but unmistakable touch of another hand hurriedly withdrawn. A quick gasp escaped my wife's lips. 

The thought of Danny's hand colliding with me between Joanne's legs was something of a shock; but I recovered quickly and continued up her warm thigh without giving any hint of the collision. The nylon gave way to smooth, sexy thigh and then my little finger pressed against my wife's very wet panties. I pressed the silky panties between soft lips.

"Jack... Someone will see!" she whispered urgently. 

I looked into her eyes with a big smile. Slowly, I withdrew my hand along the nylon length of her stocking, squeezing her knee as a loving parting gesture.

Now that is what I call chutzpah! She recovered quickly enough to shoo me away with the thought that some one would see. I couldn't help wondering how long Danny's hand had been there. Long enough to make Joanne's pussy very wet and to urge her legs apart in greeting, I thought wryly. After the moment of panic, her body relaxed assuming that I had not noticed.

I turned to Janet, a wide smile still on my face.

"What's so funny?" she smiled. 

"I'm not sure. You may be right, they are having too much fun."

"We'll have to catch up. I am not going to have my teenage son showing me up!" Janet leaned around looking at her son with a prideful grin. 

I slipped my hand under the tablecloth and found Janet's nylon encased leg. Her hand covered mine and I felt the warmth of her body through the nylon. There is nothing in the world more sensual than that feeling. 

We both turned back to the cross table conversation, looking cool, and completely innocent.

After dinner, the band started and we all moved to the dance floor. After some lively disco type dances, the band produced a romantic slow one. Joanne looked sinuous with both arms around Danny's neck. I watched as Danny's hand slipped lower on Joanne's back until his fingertips crossed over the waistband of her panties.

"Want to swap?" I heard Janet call out. 

We changed partners and Joanne rolled into my arms and snuggled against me. 

"Having a good time?" I asked.

"Yes," she murmured quietly. "Actually, I think it's a terrific party! Having a ball." She added, looking up at me with a smile. "You?"

"Yes, sure. It's good. I'm glad you're having a good time."

Joanne squeezed me a little tighter. "I am, I just love the young people at these things. And Danny is such a dear!"

I pressed my lips against her ear. "Which of us would you like to fuck, darling?"

"What?"

I repeated it.

She punched me playfully. 

"Now cut that out. You know better. You rat!"

We danced on.

"I noticed your panties were already wet, sweetheart." I whispered again.

"You almost got caught!" she yelped with a giggle. "No wonder I'm wet with you doing that. I was shocked!"

Janet and Danny danced close and Janet offered to change back. She grabbed Joanne and said something into her ear before sweeping into my arms again. 

"What was that all about?"

Janet laughed loudly. She buried her face against my chest and then look up at me. She bit her lip, deciding if she should tell me. 

"I said.. 'Watch out, Joanne, you've got my son all hot and bothered.'"

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"I felt something!" she said. There was a pause. "My baby is all grown up!"

Just at that moment I felt my own slightly aroused cock slide over the sleek nylon of her dress, tracing across her tummy.

Janet laughed loudly. "Hmmmmm, you too!"

"You did that, Janet!"

"I know." She looked up with a big smile, and pressed closer. 

"Sorry," I mumbled into her hair, pulling slightly away. I was a little embarrassed.

"It's OK, Jack. I don't mind. We're adults. I kind of like it. I take it as a compliment."

I felt her body press against mine; seeking the firm ridge she had felt prodding her tummy. I felt her move so that it slipped from her hip, down into the hollow and then over the firm hill of her tummy and into the other hollow of her hip.

"Does it bother you? I mean, Danny getting excited like that with your wife?" She leaned back, her hips still maintaining the soft lovely contact with my cock.

I thought a moment. "No. ... no, it's all right. They are having fun. No, no problem."

I could see that Joanne had intimately slipped her hand under Danny's jacket as they danced to a very slow one.

"Let's go have a drink." Janet suggested.

I noticed that we were both keeping our eye on Danny and Joanne as they moved around the floor. One of those group dances had started and Joanne was looking young and sexy on the dance floor. Janet's knee against mine was a pleasant distraction.

"Anyway, as I was saying. ..." she said.

"What? Sorry?"

"I mean that we enjoy flirting!" Janet smiled a smile of shared pleasure.

"Yes, I agree. I enjoy our friendship, too. Or is that too obvious to mention?"

We danced some more and I had soon lost track of Joanne and Danny. The wine had both of us on a high, the music was good, and Janet's body felt good against mine.

"Wonder where those two have gotten to?" Janet asked, idly glancing around the room. 

"Want to get a breath of fresh air? I asked.

We slipped out one of the French doors and ambled slowly down a path leading toward the 18th green. I was aware of her soft body bumping seductively against me as we walked through the quiet night. There was a little moonlight, but not much. Suddenly, Janet pulled my hand and we were standing between a trio of tall evergreens at the back of the green. Janet giggled and snuggled into my arms, her lips open to mine. Her body pressed close and my thigh slipped between her thighs. Her mound felt firm and hot against my thigh. Janet drew my hand up to her breast and I fondled it through the silk of dress and bra cup. Her nipple was a joy to find.

"What was that?" she whispered. We both stopped breathing a moment, listening in the quiet darkness.

"Nothing." I said, reassuringly.

"Yes,.. listen." she whispered. We were not alone. Janet leaned back and peered around the tree. 

"Aha,.. we are not alone." She giggled. She stifled her laugh and turned back to our kiss. I felt her tongue probe my lips and then dance against the tip of mine. 

We edged a bit closer to find that two people had beaten us to the spot.

I could make out two figures; the girl kneeling, the man with his head thrown back in ecstasy, staring up at the star filled sky. Her hands were on his buttocks and her head was eagerly moving back and forth. His hand moved to the girl's head. Janet's hand held mine and I could feel the back of her hand against my erect cock, firmly caressing it.

"We should go.." she said quietly, but with little conviction.

"Well,.." I said with no more conviction. I slipped my arm around her and held her in a vise-like grip, pressing her soft hip against my impatient cock.

"Ohmigod, it is so..." She stopped speaking as if her throat were suddenly dry.

"Yeah,.. erotic? Delicious?" I said. 

I turned her head upward and kissed her deeply. Her body shivered against mine. I could feel every delightful curve under the light dress. My hands fondled her bottom, tracing the panty line over the round curve. I slipped her dress higher and higher until my hand was coursing back and forth over the crease of her body. The taut silkiness of her pantyhose hissed under my hand.

"Let's.. watch." She said breathlessly.

We couldn't see a lot of detail in the darkness, but the couple was now lying on the smooth grass of the green where the edge curled over toward a bunker behind the green. I slipped my hand inside Janet's pantyhose and toyed with the silken feel of her panties. My hand slipped lower until it cupped the center of her bottom.

"Ohh.. Jack,.. this is the most erotic thing ever ... shhhh."

We stood quietly fondling each other. The girl's skirt had slipped high on her thighs and we could see gleaming white panties reflecting what little light there was. We could see him fondle her mound; she moaned softly, passionately. We watched as her arm surrounded his neck pulling him into her kiss. They became more urgent and we could hear the clink of his belt buckle, and then the zip of his zipper sliding down. 

Janet seemed not to be breathing as she peered at the couple. Her hand was slowly stroking my cock. I unzipped my fly and she slipped her hand inside. Her hand found my cock and continued fondling it, stroking the sensitive head with her fingertips. I felt her reach deeper and cup my balls, rolling them in her soft grip.

I moved behind her and raised her skirt so that the underside of my cock was sensually pressed against her pantyhose. She spooned back against me and we stared at the couple as they continued their urgent fondling. Janet pressed my hands to her breasts and prompted my fondling. I traced the line of her bra, slipping my fingers back and forth between bra and soft cleavage. Janet opened buttons and lead my hands inside to feel the satin of her bra. I slipped a hand into the cup and cupped her bare breast and strutting nipple. We were squirming together in excited anticipation of the lovers progress.

I pressed my cock down along her crease. Janet helped by sliding her pantyhose and panties down over her hips. I spread my legs wide to be low enough to slip my cock between her thighs. There it nestled against soft wet pussy lips and a wisp of curls. I couldn't hold back the shudder of pleasure. 

Her breasts were warm and wonderfully soft as I cupped them and lifted them gentlyJanet moaned quietly and I felt her press her bottom back against me, her pussy lips wet and hot against the top of my cock. She hardly moved, just stirring enough to be thrilling to both of us.

She leaned her head against my neck, moving like a cat being petted. Still her eyes were glued on the couple on the green. He was on his knees between her upraised knees now, being drawn slowly into her body.

Just at that moment, lights from the parking lot snapped on, lighting the scene. The couple froze in place. The car was a long way off, but the light was still a shock. Janet and I were completely in the shadow of the trees, but the scene before us was lighted as if on the stage. As if in a spotlight, the white panties were clear to us, held to one side by the girl's fingers. Neither moved for what seemed a long time. His cock too, was lighted for us. The girl's right hand held the big cock while her left hand held her panties aside for his entry. Still they held their pose like a deer frozen in a spotlight. His cock was just touching the gleaming wetness of her pussy.

Then, still lighted, they returned to their urgent mission. We watched as the white hand urged the big cock closer and closer. Janet and I moaned with vicarious pleasure. With rapt attention we watched the girl move the head of his cock up and down her glistening slit. Languorously, she lead the blunt helmet to visit a kiss on her clitoris, then tucked it briefly into the wet well of her vagina, then once again up to her clit. She had him fully moistened now and led his prick back to her soft vulnerable center. We both breathed sharply as the boy lunged forward, sliding all the way into her waiting pussy with one lunge. 

"Ohhhhhh.." her moan stood out in the stark silence of the night. As if by signal, the car lights swung backward and away in an arc across the green, briefly lighting Janet's face, still rapt with the sight of the two lovers. 

Janet moved her hips and my cock slipped into her at an uncomfortable angle that only permitted an inch or two of mildly painful penetration. It was so exciting that the pain was like tasting something bitter sweet. Her pussy was hot around the head of my cock and we pleasured each other with squirming, circling thrusts. Janet clasped her hands over mine still tight on her breasts. I felt her body tense and shudder as the excitement of the lovers combined with our own thrusting to bring her to a quick orgasm. 

I slipped a hand down to cover and cup Janet's mound. My fingers curled around her and ensured that my cock head stayed buried just inside the molten inferno of her pussy. Her tightness gripped my cock in the ridge behind the head and I shivered with the pleasure of the extreme intimacy of this feeling. She coasted down from the high of her orgasm, still fascinated with the couple now fucking furiously before our eyes. The girl's legs were clasped around his waist and he pounded wildly into her body as if it were a rag doll. I felt my balls tightening and then the hot liquid shooting up the tubes of my cock to spurt hot and full into Janet. 




Bridge Group Ch. 05



Janet leaned forward and continued her delightful rolling pelvis motion. At last I could slip all the way into her and I continued gushing deep inside her. I could feel my cum drizzle from her and onto my cupped fingers, still guarding to make sure my cock didn't slip out of Janet's body. I don't think I have ever had a more erotic, highly charged orgasm. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let the head of my cock slacken and slip from its tight restraint.

With Janet leading the way, we beat a hasty retreat. I think the couple wouldn't have heard us anyway, but we were as quiet as possible, not wanting to be caught being so blatantly voyeuristic. Janet stopped near the building and turned into my arms. Our kiss was deep and excited in spite of our deeply satisfying orgasms.

"Jack, that was so.. so exciting. I've never, ever, seen anyone actually having sex, have you? And.. you, Jack, made it.. so.. nice!" She kissed me once more before leading me across the cobblestone patio toward the French doors of the ballroom. The crisp click of her heels on the stone was eerily sexy peeling through the night air. 

"I have to find the ladies room. I'm a mess." She giggled. I waited for her outside the ladies room and then we slipped back into our seats and toasted our adventure with our remaining wine. 

"Jack,.. have you ever.. ever, done anything like that before? I am still tingling from it." She spoke in an excited whisper.

I put my hand on her knee once again. "No, never," I admitted. "But I would be willing to try it again. With you, that is."

We shared a slightly sheepish, slightly boastful smile, then turned to see what had become of Danny and Joanne. Janet squeezed my hand and smiled off into the distance. 

"Ah, there they are." I felt her lift her hand. Then, looking down at my hand, she lifted the tablecloth and covered it from view. Encouraged, I stroked the nylon-covered knee and let the erotic pleasure of it seep back into my body. 

"Danny is such a good dancer! I loved it! Did you see?" Joanne smiled widely and looked at Janet.

"I taught him all he knows. Didn't I, sweetie!" Janet replied, with motherly fondness and pride. 

Danny's face turned beet red and he stood awkwardly, hands clasped in front of his body.

Joanne sat down and put her hand on my other thigh. Once again I enjoyed the pleasure of two hands fondling my legs. She smiled up at me and gave me a kiss. The slightly bitter taste of her lips startled me.

"Have you started smoking again?" I said with the mean-minded air of the reformed smoker.

"No, I haven't had a cigarette, why?" she said defensively.

"Oh, just thought you tasted smoky." I laughed. Sorry!"

She wrinkled her brow then went back to her wine. 

"Want to dance with me? It's your turn. I think it is the last set." Joanne said.

We moved smoothly to a slow romantic tune and Joanne's body was glued to mine. I slipped my hand lower and brushed my fingertips across her back just where it starts to swell into a nicely rounded bottom. I could feel her tummy press against my cock and she grinned up at me. 

I leaned to kiss the lips she offered and her tongue responded immediately, circling my own. Once again the unusual taste. I decided she had been smoking, but said nothing more about it. She was a little too drunk to dance well, and we settled into a slow nuzzling grind in the middle of the floor as the band finished its theme song and said good night.

Janet and Danny were ready to leave and were waiting to say their goodbyes.

Janet smiled up at me and said, "Thanks, Jack, for being such a swell date!"

"My pleasure, fair lady!" I bowed my most courtly bow and scooped her into a goodnight kiss. Her tongue darted out to kiss mine in return.

Joanne gave Danny a light kiss and put her arms around his neck. "And you Danny, you were a delightful date. Thank you, kind sir! Thanks for everything."

I started the car and noticed with a wry smile how the headlights swept an arc over the eighteenth green. 

"You had a good time?" I asked.

"It was ... great ... really nice.. fun! You?" Joanne replied.

"Yes,.. great! Janet is good company. Good dancer, too."

"Umm hmm, I saw how much you were enjoying her dancing!" she said, her voice slightly mocking. She slipped closer and her hand fell on my thigh.

"So, is Danny a really good date? Did you give the boy a thrill? I could see how he enjoyed you on the dance floor. If he keeps grabbing your ass that way, I'm going to have to have words with him!" I teased her and got an elbow in the ribs.

"Jack, stop that. You know better. You are going to say that once too often, you know. And I will give him a thrill!" she said ominously. "He is some kind of a hunk! It is so cute the way he treats me."

I gave her a sidelong look and muttered, "Hmmmm." 

"Hmmmm, what?"

"Just Hmmmm," that's all. I looked down at her skirt now hiked up to reveal stocking tops.

My mind kept leaping back to the thrill of Janet leaning into me as we watched the twosome on the eighteenth green. I couldn't get it off my mind. My cock was half hard again thinking about how hot her pussy had been. The thought of her thrusting caress of my cock and the convulsive shudders that raced through my body flooded back.

"Would you undo my dress, dear?" Joanne was a little unsteady from the wine and she wavered a little at the foot of the stairs. I unclasped the hook at the top and then slipped the zipper down her back. She suddenly looked very sexy as she started toward the steps. The white band of her bra looked sexy and inviting, taut across her back. Her stockings made her legs look like caramel, luscious and tempting.

"If I could have found you earlier, I would have taken you out on the course for a little private time, you sexy wife!" I muttered into her ear, nuzzling her hair. I followed along the band of her bra and cupped her breasts. "You temptress."

"Whatever do you mean? The golf course?"

I whispered hoarsely in her ear. "I would have taken you out on the course and fucked you wildly on the grass. What do you think of that?"

"Jack,.. you.. get the darnedest ideas." She said with mock petulance. "You are going to get us caught one of these days! You are crazy!"

"In fact,." I pressed my tongue through her hair and teased her ear.

"Stop.. stop it. Don't be silly!" Joanne giggled. She had stopped with one foot on the first stair.

"In fact,.. maybe I'll do that.. right now!" I whispered.

"Jack, come on to bed. It's late."

Her breasts felt full and heavy in the bra cups. My fingers found her nipples and squeezed. 

"Ouch.. honey, careful .." she cautioned.

"Aha, tender, eh? And who has been making my little wife's tits so tender? Who's been rubbing against her nipples on the dance floor? Aha! And who is still excited?" 

I taunted her with a laugh and tweaked the hard nipples once again through the silk and lace of her bra.

"Oh, stop. You exaggerate. And how do you know what was happening on the dance floor?"

"Come on, let's take a little walk on the golf course, sweetheart. I want to ravish my sexy bride, like the old days!" My hands slipped lower to the familiar firm mound, softly pressing the cushion of curls under the silky panties.

"Oh, Jack, it's so late; I'm too tired. Aren't you?" She craned her neck and looked soulfully into my eyes.

"Does it feel like I'm tired?" I pressed against her, my cock lingering in the crease of her bottom. 

"Look what the sight of your bra strap does to me? Imagine what lies in wait for you when I see the rest of you!"

She giggled a little drunkenly, and took another step up the stairs. "Come upstairs and we'll see," She said.

I stepped to the bar and made two Manhattans with double cherries. The ice clinked loudly in the glasses as I stirred. Even though she did not need any more to drink, Joanne could never resist a Manhattan. They also made her helplessly erotic.

"Upstairs?" she repeated, a little smile on her face.

"No, no, nothing will do but the firm feel and smell of the golf green." 

I urged her toward the sliding door. On the way, I picked up the stadium blanket from the back of the couch.

"Jack, we'll scandalize the neighbors. They'll call the police!"

"I'll be quiet if you will." I laughed. She trailed me reluctantly across the patio, high heels clicking in the same sexy way Janet's had, then went silent as we walked across the lawn. There was a little bit more moonlight now, and it was a little higher in the southeastern sky.

The third green was only a short distance from the house. I spread the plaid blanket and handed her the Manhattan. We touched glasses, toasting in the quiet night. 

"Look, Mars is just rising." I mentioned quietly as Joanne cuddled close into my arms.

She nuzzled my neck, and I put down my drink to fondle her inviting breast. 

"Jack, what are we doing out here? We have a perf.. perf.. ik..ly nice bed ..." She began. I stopped her with a kiss, leading with my tongue. I felt her yield and then her tongue began its duel with mine. Again, that taste surprised me. It was a bitter taste, not like her usual taste, and it went right to the back of my mouth, like wine does when you swish it in your mouth to get the full flavor. I couldn't place it, though, and Joanne's hand was now inside my pants, struggling to free my cock.

"Mmmm, let me show you." I guided her onto her back and lay down beside her. We stared up into the sky full of bright stars. 

"Look, there's The Swan, still flying south." It was the one constellation she could consistently find in the sky.

"Yes," I muttered and covered her mouth with mine. I slipped my hand under her dress, along the sleek nylon of her leg. 

"Oh, honey, you are soooo wet!" My hand had found the crotch of her panties, still wet, or wet again? I asked myself. "Danny must have been dirty dancing with my sexy wife."

Joanne giggled. "You have no idea." She giggled again under my probing tongue. "He is really good, Jack." She squirmed warmly against me and parted her legs for me. I continued stroking and fondling her pussy. Her formed a sleeve for my cock.

"Oh, god, baby, that feels good." I muttered.

I slipped my thigh between hers and pressed my hand tighter against her with my leg. Joanne moaned as my finger slipped past the leg of her panties, found her wet slit and circled her clitoris. She pressed against my hand and her mouth sucked my tongue as I slipped two fingers into her creamy vagina.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned quietly, squirming against my caress.

She was wetter than I ever remember. Oh, honey, I'm going to fuck you so wildly. Your pussy is soooo wet." The wetness was incredibly inviting, and very erotic. I knelt between her legs, pressed her skirt up and gazed at her white panties gleaming brightly in the dim moonlight. I thought of the couple fucking on the other green a few hours earlier; of how exciting it had been to watch them. I was suddenly overwhelmed with lust for her.

I pulled her panties aside and pressed my lips against the glistening wet pussy. Immediately, my lips and cheeks were wet with her juices. I slipped my tongue along her lips and teased her clit, already rigid between her open lips. I sucked the morsel between my lips and slipped my hands under Joanne's ass, caressing the generous globes and lifting the goblet of her pussy to my voracious mouth. My tongue leapt into her vagina, feeling the oozing, hot wonder of her juices. I was aware of her hands now, as with one she held her panties aside for me. Her other hand brushed the tip of my nose as with two fingers, she held the lips of her pussy wide apart for my tongue and lips to devour her.

"Oh, Jack. Oh Jack." She took a deep breath and held it as I sucked on her clitoris and buried my nose in the soft curls of her mound. I happily inhaled the scent of perfume and pussy. "Oh, Jack, you didn't do that.. last time."

Even in my high state of passion, I pondered that statement. "'last time'? I thought, 'last time?'" The drinks made my mind a little fuzzy with complicated concepts. I continued eagerly eating the sweet pussy of my beautiful wife, sucking her scent and her perfume with long deep breaths as my tongue moved all around the open wet channel between her legs. Her nylons snuggled my head now and I felt her shudder under my touch.

And then it hit me. I suddenly realized that the unexpected taste on her tongue was the taste of Danny's cum. I'm sure my eyes must have opened wide and I froze for a moment. Joanne thrust her pussy at me, begging for more. I resumed a slow, thoughtful tasting of her generous pussy lips. The realization that her wetness was at least partly Danny's cum oozing from her vagina seeped into my brain. The wetness of her panties... the same!

"Ohhh, yessss.." I heard her moaning.

My heart was pounding. I don't know why it was so exciting to realize that I had been watching my own wife being fucked on the eighteenth green. I recalled how he had thrust into her, how her panties had gleamed in the car lights. I thought of how he had paused when the lights hit them, then lunged into her, filling her with his eager young cock. It was all clear now. Clear and strangely arousing.

".. yesss,.. eat me Char.."

"You mean eat me,.. Danny.. eat me Danny,'.. don't you, sweetheart?" I thrust my tongue deep into her, punctuating my words.

She went silent. I nibbled her clit once more. Her hands were still now. I think her eyes must have opened widely, staring into the star filled sky, as her husband lay fucking her with his tongue.

" ... slowly, she began,.. Ohhhhh, yessss, yesss,.. Danny. Yes, my Danny,.. eat me, baby. Eat Joanne's pussy, baby. She squirmed more eagerly, more excitedly against my face her high heels pressed against my back. "Yes, baby, that's it Danny, suck mommy's clit, darling. Oh, that feels so.. mmmmm, good, darling. Then fill mommy with that big young dick, too. Mmmmmm!"

I sucked her clit hard, sending a shudder through her body. Her hands let go of the panties and clasped my head, pressing me into her dripping crotch. 

"That's it.. Danny, slip your tongue into Joanne. Come on sweetheart; give me that tongue. You forgot to tongue me last time, baby, but make up for it now. Oh, honey, you are soooo good. Ohhh, god, that feels gooood. Oh, oh, oh! Yes, my young stud!"

I could feel her heels dig into my back, urging me on. Her body was tense and I knew she was getting close.

"Danny! Now! Hurry! Put it in. Put it in! Put it in me, Danny. Put it in and fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck me NOW!

My cock was rampant and achingly rigid. I fell forward and felt her guiding me to her entry. 

"Here, baby, here! Let me put it in for you, Danny. Oh, ohhh! That's it. There. Now!"

I thrust easily into the hot tunnel of her pussy. My balls slapped her ass as the hard bone of our mounds slammed together. I spread her legs wide, my hands on her nylon covered ankles. Joanne thrust onto my cock again and again. Her breath came in short pants in time with her eager thrusting.

"Oh, Danny, it's so BIG! Feels.. GOOD! Shove it in, baby, shove it in!" She hurled out the words, filled with pure lust.

I felt her muscle tighten around me as I plunged in and out, my cock hard and glistening wet with Joanne's juices and what Danny had spurted deep into her vagina. It was deliciously slippery, and I could feel all the rills and ribbles of her vagina thrilling the thousands of nerve endings around the head of my cock.

I let go her legs and lay flat on top of her. I felt her close her legs under me, tightening the grip on my cock. My balls tensed, and my toes pointed in the tension of a building orgasm.

"Dannnnnnny, cum in me. Cum in mommy!" she whispered demandingly in the middle of a wrenching orgasm. Her body shook, she flailed her arms like a snow angel and thrust against me. I felt the hot sperm shooting up the stem of my cock. My clenched toes dug into the manicured turf of hole number 3 of the Cypress Hills Country Club.

I withdrew my relaxed, soggy cock and lay back alongside Joanne. On the plaid blanket, we stared up at the star-filled sky. I slipped my hand once again over her warm mound, fingering the sodden gusset of her panties into place and fondled her slowly and soothingly.

"Oh,.. honey. I feel so ... so.. good!" she said. 

"Mmmm hmm!" I agreed. I pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues lazily chased each other around inside our mouths. Still, I could taste the strangeness in her mouth.

"You have to stop doing that, you know. Why do you do that?" she said, breaking the kiss and then pecking my lips instead. 

"What?"

"You know!" she giggled a little. "Making me pretend that you are Danny; it's so silly, really!"

"It's nice knowing The Swan is still flying southwest, eh?" I said.

"Yes, Jack." She said, very quietly.



Bridge Group Ch. 06



Chapter 06 – Joanne

It was a long ride home the day after the reception. I closed my eyes and Jack slipped a CD into the player. It was a collection of old standards by Ella Fitzgerald, all slow, lovely ballads. It was soothing, just what I needed after the late night we had. My mind flowed back over the surprising events of the reception.

It had been fun having Danny as my escort. Few of his friends were there and so, I had his undivided attention. I confess that it was a pleasure. I have always enjoyed the attention of men. When I feel well-dressed and feel the eyes of an attractive man on me it thrills me. And to have a young man half my age attracted to me, wanting to dance with me, talking to me, flirting with me and having me flirt with him... well ... I call that a good time.

"Are you asleep? Or thinking?" Jack said, looking over at me.

"Just daydreaming about last night," I smiled.

"Yes?" He said, "and?" A small laugh accompanied his unspoken question.

"Oh, it was just very special. You had fun too, didn't you?"

"Yes, sure, nice party." Jack slipped his hand onto my thigh. I fondled his hand and lapsed back into my reverie.

I needed to think. Last night might have been a turning point of some kind. I thought of the night sky and lying on the cool grass of the 18th hole. I don't know exactly how it happened. It had been my fault, of course. I suggested a breath of fresh air. What could Danny say? We left the dance floor hand-in-hand and then suddenly we had walked all the way to the last green. 

Before I knew what happened, Danny's cock was against me and I was guiding him. Just as suddenly, I felt him slip into my wet pussy. It was over too quickly; he was so excited he came just as he entered me. But there it was, he HAD entered me! I had taken that wonderful, beautiful young cock and guided it right into my vagina. That is what I mean by a turning point. Jack and I have fantasized about it during sex. It is thrilling to talk about that fantasy. But doing it! Taking that strong young stalk of a cock and holding it in my vagina, that is something else! And I loved it!

Since I haven't had another man besides Jack, I need to think about the situation. Jack finds it exciting as a fantasy, but that may not be enough to make it all right. 

"Maybe it does..." I thought. "But no, that's too easy an answer!" I answered myself, cutting off the self-justifying thought. I was nearly sure that Jack had not been completely free of affairs. Men are different. It's not an excuse, but they have an easier time doing it and living with it. But that's about Jack, not about me. "What about ME?" I asked myself.

I spent the ride home thinking about it.

I have always enjoyed sex, I enjoy it a great deal. On the other hand, I have never been comfortable talking openly about it. I have rarely initiated our sexy evenings, though I know that Jack would like me to do that more often. But, when Jack proposes a fantasy, or something new to do, I always join in willingly. And, I usually enjoy it, to be honest. 

Jack likes the added edge a fantasy provides our lovemaking. Danny has been special to me since we became friends with his parents. It was easy for Jack to work Danny into our sexual fantasies as my lover. The first time, it had been arousing to me. And then, each time I saw Danny, it increased, improved, and heightened the fantasies. And now, the fantasy had become a reality. What to do about that? Is it going to destroy Jack and me, or continue to enhance and build our sexual pleasure... and our life together? That was the question. 

"Some question!" It slipped out.

"Did you say something?" Jack asked, turning down the volume.

"Oh, no, just thinking out loud, I guess. I was thinking about last night... on the golf course. You sexy devil!" I slipped my hand along his thigh and nudged his cock. 

I didn't mention which golf course. The thought rang through my mind: "My god, I had two different men between my legs in the same evening!" I thought for a moment I had said it aloud. Even saying it to myself was a bit jarring. I could never have believed that sentence would be true of me. But, though it made my stomach tighten a bit, I realized that I was slowly accepting it; accepting that it was not unthinkable. I had to admit that I felt pleasure thinking about it. It was making me moist and I longed to soothe myself under my dress. 

"It'll be good to get home, I need to put my feet up and just do nothing!" Jack muttered as he turned off the interstate and headed down Cantorville Road toward home.

"The Question" lingered in my mind all week. Thursday was "Girls' Club" meeting and Janet was hosting it at her home. Girls' Club alternates between a book review meeting and playing Bridge. Once a year we have a catered luncheon and all members dress in the style of a character from a book. My character was Daisy from F. Scot Fitzgerald's book "The Great Gatsby."

After showering, I stood sorting through my lingerie. I picked my most lacy, most attractive, most decadent panties and bra. My Wonderbra with white Chantilly lace over a soft nude cup boosted my breasts into an impressive cleavage. Matching white lace hip-hugger panties fit over a matching garter belt. I gathered the sexy old-fashioned seamed Nylon stocking over my arm and inspected it. I caught my own eye in the mirror.

"You don't have to be this authentic, you know!" I chastised myself. "I know," I replied, with a smile.. 

In my heart I knew what I was doing. I couldn't help myself. I was dressing my sexiest because Danny might be home while the party was on. I didn't like admitting it, but it was true. I told myself it was just trying to be true to the character, but a slight smile gave me away, even to my inner self.

The light brown, silky stocking slipped up my leg and I fastened the snaps and stood looking at myself in the tall mirror next to the dresser. I examined the image with satisfaction.

I tried dress after dress, not satisfied. They lay round about on the bed, on chairs, on the dresser. I was exasperated with myself. Again I worried that I was doing this to attract Danny's attention. At last I pulled out an old dress that Jack likes me to wear for fantasy dinners. I never wear it in public because it is so revealing. 

The blue dress settled like a second skin over my hips. The neckline was a deep v where my pushup bra provided an impressive cleavage. A slit revealed most of my stockinged leg through the skirt. I tied a knot in a long string of pearls and adjusted it to nestle in my cleavage. I thought it completed the look of the 20's flapper. Stepping into high heels, I examined the result and laughed quietly at the effect it would have on men.

It would be a full afternoon; we would play bridge for an hour or so, break for lunch and then finish the bridge afterwards. I was a little early and Danny was still setting up tables for his mother. 

"Hi, I'm early, can I come in?"

"Wow, look at you!" Janet giggled. "Yes, come in, come in. All rested from the wedding?" She laughed.

"Nearly." I replied.

"It was great. I am glad you two were there. It made the party!"

"Yes, it would have been lonely without you, too."

"You're 'date' is setting up for us. Danny, come see what your favorite girlfriend looks like!"

Danny looked around the doorframe and grinned self-consciously. 

"That's it? No reaction?" His mother chided lovingly.

"No, Mom.. ... ... you look... terrific, Mrs. Williams." He said respectfully.

"Hello Danny, dear! How's my favorite dance partner!" 

I walked across the room and offered a hug. His mother turned to her tasks and I saw him relax. His eyes took a more thorough tour of my cleavage and the rest of my body. I pointed one toe outward, letting him see my leg through the slit in the dress. His grin became broad and warm and he returned my hug. The first hint that my characterization of Daisy came in the jutting erection that bumped my tummy. My pulse and my morale both went up a notch.

"By the way, I'm having trouble with 'Microsoft Word.'" I said. "I can't figure out how to insert clip art. Can you show me later?"

"Sure, glad to. I'll turn on my computer. Anytime." He said, turning away reluctantly.

"By the way," he whispered, "you look BEAUTIFUL!" His face flushed with excitement.

"Thanks!" I whispered conspiratorially.

"God, what a HUNK!" I said to Janet.

"I know! It's a sin, isn't it?" His mother laughed and hugged me close. "You look just great, Joanne. You'll have to beat the men off with a stick, starting with Hunk Hogan in there."

The other members arrived, dressed in all manner of costumes. We spent some time greeting one another and settled in to begin playing Bridge. After a few hands, I was dummy and stood up to go to the bathroom. The powder room was already occupied, so I went upstairs. As I turned down the hallway, I found Danny at the top of the stairs eavesdropping and waiting for me.

We fell clumsily into each other's grasping arms. He pressed me against the wall, his mouth covering mine and seeking my tongue. My heart was pounding as his hands lingered on my hips. I took his hands and led them up to fondle my breasts. His erection jutted against me and I parted my legs to straddle his thigh. We pressed together and moved against each other, his tongue deep in my mouth. He felt strong and manly against my body for that brief, exquisite moment. I pulled away and then leaned forward to kiss him once more, his hands still eagerly groping my breasts. Danny let them slip slowly away from my body, leaving two very hard nipples.

I hurried downstairs to take my seat, my face flushed. I looked down at the dark band of stockings screaming 'tramp' under the table. There were too many people in the house for me to make many trips up those stairs, though I wanted to do it again. Eventually, Janet provided an opening as we prepared for lunch, calling to me from the kitchen. 

"Joanne, I sent Danny down to bring more wine. Could you make sure he finds the right one, please? Thanks a million!"

"Sure," I answered, my heart pounding with renewed excitement. 

I went down the steps and found Danny in the back of the basement holding two bottles of wine. I could see that he had the right one.

"Oh, let me help you find it Danny, dear." I said loud enough to be heard upstairs.

But, instead, I stood on the bottom step and smiled at him. His eyes were again appraising my body in the slinky dress. I slowly raised my skirt. You could cut the tension with a knife. I watched his eyes as I raised the skirt another four inches. His eyes were wide open, his mouth hanging slack. I raised another four inches, exposing the contrasting dark tops of the nylons. I watched and smiled at him; he was so sweet I found him irresistible. I felt a strong need to hug him.

Another four inches and he could see the tops of my legs and the panties peeking out where they covered my mound with lace. A little higher and he could see my lace hip-hugger panties. I pointed one toe, to make my legs as attractive as possible and stood there while he drank in the view. This was one of the most daring and erotic experiences of my entire life.. Maybe I was playing a game of 'Doctor' I should have played as a child, but was too self-conscious to do. I found it exhilarating

Slowly, I lowered my skirt until only my thigh showed through the slit in the skirt. 

"Let me help with that." I said, smiling at him. I wanted his hands free to touch me. I took bottles, turned, and waited, looking over my shoulder seductively. Danny put his hands on my hips and fondled them as I swayed slowly up the stairs. I kissed him at the top of the stairs and handed him the wine.

"We found it!" I said, the words catching in my throat as I got to the kitchen.

There was not another chance to get away from the game the rest of the afternoon. Each time I tried to get away something would come up which kept me downstairs. I was desperate to taste his lips again, but there was no way to do it safely. At last the last hands were played and the party started to break up. As the others were saying goodbyes, I asked Janet where Danny's computer was. 

"He promised to show me how to do something in Word." I told her.

"Straight upstairs Joanne, he's in his room, hiding from all these women! Except you of course," she laughed as she squeezed my arm. "You, he likes!"

I went to his room and knocked quietly.

"Come in?" He said.

"Hi, the party's over, you can come out now. You promised to help me with Word?" I said, my voice not as steady as I would hope. Nothing like as smooth as the movie's 'Mrs. Robinson.'

"Oh...yes..." He was breathless. "Here, take the chair."

I sat down and crossed my legs and looked smilingly into Danny's eyes. He turned toward the screen. My skirt rode up to the dark reinforcement of the stockings and the Christian Dior label looked elegant on my thigh.

Danny began explaining, but I took his hand and placed it on my stocking. He tried to continue explaining, but his voice cracked. I let him continue and meanwhile, I uncrossed my legs, the nylons making a definite wisp sound we both heard. Danny turned toward me and I parted my legs. His hand slipped under my skirt and I could feel his breath on my lips as he moved higher and higher. I listened for the continued sound of voices from the departing guests. Our lips played together, our tongues dueled. 

His hand came to my panties. I could hear the sharp intake of breath as he touched me. I slipped my hand along his thigh and gripped the hard length of his cock. He felt long; long and big and very, very hard. 

I probed for Danny's tongue and his finger slipped under my panties to touch the folds of my pussy. I was wet for my young lover and his finger found its unfamiliar way along my slit and into my vagina. Slowly, he entered me and I squeezed his cock. Our lips tasted and sucked. I took his other hand and invited it to squeeze my breast once again. The voices continued diminished below the stairs, as we fondled each other in our dangerous love nest.

It became quieter. Only his breath, rough and ragged came to my ears. I knew I must go soon. I let him feel me for a few moments more and then closed my thighs against the eager young hand and held it fast. A long shiver coursed through me and I felt Danny shudder at the same time. I felt a warm wet spot soak through his pants where my palm touched the end of his cock. My heart was pounding with emotion, and I stoked his big dick a little longer, feeling it pulsing jets of cum, and widening the spot. It didn't seem to get soft, though. His cock head was still firm and young filling my hand.

I kissed those eager lips once more and stood up. His hand lingered, longing to stay between my legs. But I knew it was time. I had stolen all the time possible. I took his hand and pressed his fingers between our lips, smelling the scent of my sex.

"Thank you, Danny, I think I have it now." I said, startling him back to reality and pressing him gently away from me. 

I bent and slipped my hands under my skirt and let the lacy panties slip down my nyloned legs and handed them to him. He slipped them quickly under the pillow behind him and stood up, trying to press down the still obvious erection and to hide the dark, wet spot on his pants.. 

"See you soon, Danny!" I smiled from the door.

"Yeah.. ..." He replied, breathlessly. It was thrilling to know how excited I made him.

The wine had affected me, but the flush in my cheeks didn't have much to do with wine. My heart pounded with excitement as I walked down the stairs.

"Ah, 'Daisy,' there you are! Did you get it straight?' Janet said.

"Yes, these young kids know all this stuff. Takes me endless time figuring it out and they can straighten it out with no trouble."

Janet looked sexy in the simple summer dress clinging to her figure. She was dressed as another character in Fitzgerald's novel. 

"You know, we could pass for loose women in the twenties, you know that? Maybe even Gangster's gun molls!" Janet put her arm around me and pressed her hip against mine as we walked into the room full of card tables.

"In fact, Jack and Bill have talked. They want to take us to dinner if we keep the dresses on!"

'Should we feel insulted?" I asked.

"Let them have their fun!" She said. "Besides, I sure don't want to cook, so I said 'Yes!'"

The Alabar Restaurant had a small band on Thursday night. Dinner was excellent and the wine flowed freely, leading nicely to the band's first number. Bill and Jack couldn't keep their hands off us. You would have thought they hadn't seen us in dresses in years. Janet and I played it for what it was worth, tormenting them by crossing and uncrossing our legs and scratching the nylons temptingly with long painted nails. We gave them glimpses of stocking tops and leaned toward them to let them gaze down our enhanced cleavages. It was a fun night.

I noticed that I danced with Bill more often than Jack, but he is good company and a better dancer, so I was perfectly happy. My skirt whirled to show my legs on the fast numbers and the slit skirt was handy on the slow numbers. Both men were adept at steps which led to having me straddle their thighs. Before long, I was seriously aroused and so were they.

"Honey, are you naked under this dress?" Jack whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I whispered hoarsely, "no panties!"

I felt his cock against my leg, firm and warm. We danced on, his groin grinding against mine. He danced us to a dark corner of the floor slipped his hand into the slit in my dress and pressed his fingers into the wetness of my pussy. I jumped at his touch and then relaxed as he explored me secretly. I was soon thrusting against his hand with sinuous movements of my pelvis.

"You are becoming a tramp, you know that?" He laughed into my ear. "What happened to your panties? I KNOW the bride I married never leaves home without her panties."

I hadn't thought of that. I said nothing. I could almost hear the gears of his mind grinding as he thought about it.

"Hmmmm, did you see Danny? That's it, I'll bet Danny got your little panties!" He said his voice filled with excitement. He bit my earlobe as we stood still, barely moving to the music.

"Yes...Danny, I gave them to you. Don't you remember?" I blew in his ear as I said it.

His hand was on my bottom, pressing me closer. He slipped the hand lightly across my whole bottom and back again, making me shiver with pleasure. One of my most sensitive erogenous areas is my bottom and I respond quickly to light, tickling fingers playing across my buns.

"And are you going to meet me tonight and give me what was under them?" He sounded just as Danny had when I fondled him earlier; the same excitement, the same breathless voice. It was a thrill to know that it was me that brought that catch to his voice, me that had his cock hard and pressed so firmly against me.

"Yes, I'm going... to ... give ... it ... to.. you, Danny. I want you to take me... meet me at the Civil War Memorial." I answered.

We had driven two cars, it made for an even more exciting evening for Jack and me. I watched the mirror as his lights followed me into the almost forgotten little park. I drove slowly through the dark, wooded lane to a circle in the back corner of the park. I parked and turned off the lights facing a Civil War cannon that has stood for years in that circle. It is known locally as 'The General,' and most of the kids in town have climbed on it's rusting hulk at picnics and school outings over the years.

I waited nervously as Jack pulled in behind me and doused the lights to leave us draped dark silence. The night was clear with a partial moon, low in the sky. His door squeaked noisily as he got out of the car and came to me. We walked hand in hand to the circle and he leaned against cannon then pulled me close.




Bridge Group Ch. 06



"Oh, Mrs. Williams, you look so beautiful today," he said.

"Thank you, Danny." I muttered.

There would not be much talk tonight. We were too aroused for talk. His hands lifted my breasts and he pressed his nose deep into the soft swells pushed up by the magic of the Wonderbra. He slipped my dress off my shoulders and stood gaping at the cleavage presented to his eyes. I felt his lips touch the smooth skin and his tongue reaching between my breasts. 

"OHMIGOD! Mrs. Williams! They are beautiful." 

He sounded just as excited as Danny this afternoon. He scooped them out of the cups and eagerly suckled my nipples; something that makes me very excited. I leaned back against the cannon wheel, thrusting my breasts up like ripe fruit for him to devour.

"That's it Danny... suck my nipples! Suck me, you sweet darling boy! Suck hard. Take mommy's titties, darling" I said, my voice sounding brittle in the night air. 

He suckled both nipples, forcing them together to have them both at one time. I felt the pulling from my breasts to my clitoris. I slipped his cock out of his pants, holding it as I held Danny earlier in the afternoon. It felt firm and menacing in my hand, like a policeman's baton. 

My mind flashed back to the way Danny had felt in my hand earlier, how erotic the spreading warm wet spot of his cum had felt in my hand. I silently wished I had taken it out and caught all that hot cum in my hand.

Oh,Danny. Danny, you're so big! Your dick is... ... so ... big! I love this big hard thing!"

My lover slipped down my body, leaving my nipples hard and wet in the cool night air. I felt them tighten under the chill, sending yet another shudder down my body. I parted my legs and guided his head. He kissed my mound, nuzzling the curls and then down to the beginning of my slit. A finger slipped into my pussy and I realized how wet I was.

Again my mind flashed back. I felt Danny's hand excitedly fingering me through the lace panties. "Is he holding them now?" I wondered silently, thinking of that lovely young penis so hard and long nestling against my panties. 

"OH, yes, Danny... yes... finger fuck me, baby. Finger fuck mommy! Ohhhh..." I pulled his head away and almost shouted, and heard my voice drift out over the quiet park stark against the silent woods. 

"NOW, please, now!... I want you now, Danny. Give me Danny's big hard dick in my pussy!" My voice rang out in the night.

Trembling at the shock of my loud shout of excitement, my lover guided me to the barrel of the cannon and laid me on it. The cold metal was round and hard between my breasts. My legs straddled the long barrel and he raised my skirt so I felt the cool air on my bare bottom. I hugged 'The General,' knowing exactly what was to happen next.

"Ohhh, Danny... what?..."

"I want you Mrs. Williams. I've wanted you for all these years! I have dreamed of fucking you. Do you know that?"

"Oh, have you, darling? Have you dreamed of being inside me? Have you fucked me in your dreams?" My mind was like a split screen TV, one the thrill of being fucked here in the park, the other centered on my missing panties now tucked under a pillow, perhaps being fondled at this very moment.

"Yes, over and over!" He replied.

"OH! OHHHH DANNY!" 

With one thrust he pinned me to the huge brass cannon. With each thrust, my mound bumped the cool metal. With each thrust, he buried himself a little deeper.

His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and toying with my nipples as his cock rode into me over and over. His cock pressed and rubbed against my G-spot. The cannon was a firm anvil to pummel the soft spongy part of my vaginal sleeve against. Again and again the lovely cock rubbed and pounded my G-spot. I knew my orgasm was coming and I waited happily for it to wash over my tense body. 

I suddenly had a sharp urge to urinate. But it wasn't that. He had given me a G-spot orgasm. I had heard of it but never before had one. My body shook and shook, as he thrust deeper and then I felt his hot cum. 

"Oh, honey, I'm cumming!" He murmured in my ear. "I'm cummmmming!" The warm thick cream filled me as he continued to stroke into me.

'Oh, honey, it feels.. ... feels so... warm! Thank you, darling. That was wonderful," I said quietly, breathlessly, against the big cannon. 

I kissed the cold cylinder beneath me, thinking of my afternoon kiss, and a satisfied smile crossed my lips. I opened my eyes and gazed at the crescent moon through the tops of the trees. I thought, "I didn't answer my big question today." But, I felt wonderful and maybe I was closer to an answer.

We lay together for several minutes as his cock slowly relaxed and slipped from me. 

"You've got to stop making me do this." Jack muttered against my neck.

'What?" I said dutifully, I knew the answer, and smiled into the blackness of the night.

"Pretending to be Danny, making love to you." He sighed. I knew that he too was smiling happily at that crescent moon. 



Bridge Group Ch. 07



Chapter 07: Joanne & Danny

Jack:

I decided to bring the fantasy program back under control by downplaying Danny. Things were in danger of getting out of hand, it seemed to me. I tried to fight off the thought that it was old-fashioned jealousy bothering me. I just told myself that it was time to move on. 

Saturday night was the annual Fireman's Ball, a big event in our town. It's an old-fashioned, small town tradition of a fund-raising fish fry on Main Street, which grew over the years into an extravaganza. There is still the open-air fish fry and the 'Ice-Cream Social' but there is also a dance; something for everyone. 

I was dancing with Janet, when across the floor I saw Danny stroll into the hall with a couple of his buddies. The next time I turned in that direction, Joanne was standing talking with Danny, a few feet away from the other two. The two guys couldn't keep their eyes off Joanne as she and Danny had a quiet conversation. I watched, as each would touch the other's arm as they spoke. Little intimate pats, nothing more, I thought.

Joanne:

It was a shock. I realized in that moment that my darling young friend had become a man before my admiring eyes. We were standing on the edge of the dance floor where I had approached him as he walked in with two of his friends. Danny guided me a few feet away and we stood chatting. 

"I have something I want to ask you," he began. 

I could see that he was nervous, but I was accustomed to that. In fact, his nervous self-consciousness was something I hoped I was helping him conquer by our friendship. I admit that we had gone beyond simple caring friendship, but that is another story. He grinned sheepishly as I looked expectantly into his eyes.

"I'm probably crazy for asking..." He looked away, and I could not think what it was that he might find so embarrassing to ask. I was prepared for anything, or so I thought.

"Yes, go ahead Danny. You can ask me anything... anything at all." My smile was open and completely sincere. I was pleased when he looked down at my cleavage before speaking.

"You look beautiful, tonight, Joanne!" He blurted it out in his self-conscious way. I believe it was the first time he had ever used my first name. I liked the sound of it in his mouth, and I touched his arm and smiled into his eyes. The sound of my first name sent a lovely shiver of excitement down my spine.

"Thank you Danny, you make me feel so good! But that isn't the question, I guess," I said reassuringly.

"No. No, it isn't. The question is..."

"Yes, go ahead. Don't be embarrassed. Ask me anything. You know we have always had that deal, right?"

"... Will you.. er, would you.. Joanne, I want a date. I mean a real date. I want to take you to dinner, to the theater... a date. Will you ….?"

Now it was my turn to look off into space and swallow hard. I looked searchingly into his eyes. My first thought was to avoid saying anything that might hurt or embarrass him. Moments turned into seconds, and then into a quiet moment that must have seemed like ages to Danny. My mind was whirling. And then, it hit me; I was going to say yes. I wanted a 'real date' too. I could hardly believe I was thinking what my mind was thinking.

"... I'm sorry, " he stammered, a look of panic in his eyes. He glanced across the room nervously, seeking someplace to hide.

"No, no, it's all right. Thank you. I'm...glad..." My mind was racing.

"I shouldn't have..."

"Ask me again! I want to hear it again."

"Joanne... will you meet me for a date in Chicago?" A look of wide-eyed anticipation spread over his face.

"Yes, Danny, I will. I'd like that." 

There was a large lump in my throat. I was admitting at last that I really wanted this lovely boy who was at last becoming a man. I wanted him. I loved him, in fact. I had 'loved' him for years, but at that moment, that feeling of abject emotional nakedness when one is 'in love' swept over me. It scared me, really scared me. But as I got used to the feeling, it settled in and built to a warm glow low in my stomach. I was floating as Danny took me in his arms and led me to the dance floor. 

Danny's hands were now possessive, one resting low on my back like a lover's hand and the other firmly in control as he led me through the dance steps with a confidence that was always absent in the past. Danny was growing up... and maybe I had something to do with that!

Jack:

It was after midnight when we arrived home from the dance. She had danced several times with Danny tonight, and I noticed she was humming on the way home. That was unusual, but I put it to the night of big band music.

As usual, I watched as she undressed. It was a pleasure I had always considered special. Joanne grasped the hem of the dress and pulled it up her body. She wore pantyhose tonight and my eyes took in the way her yellow panties were pasted to her buns by the nylon. It was strange that on one level, the plastered down look of the panties over her ass was ugly, but in another, her shape made even that look sexy. As usual, my cock began to harden immediately. I could see three images of her; the real one, her back and round bottom; the floor standing mirror highlighting the tight little bulge of tummy and breasts; and yet another view of lush pushed up breasts in the dresser mirror. 

Joanne put the dress on a hanger and examined it briefly before walking into the closet and hanging it on a bar packed with clothes. In the entrance of the closet, she slipped out of the high heels and tucked fingers into the pantyhose and panties and stripped them down her legs together. I hated it when she did that, but had never managed to talk her out of it. I preferred the lingering striptease approach of one silky garment at a time. But it was sexy the way her panties clung between her legs for a moment before being stripped away from her pussy lips. It was arousing, even this way.

She turned and slipped a nightgown over her head and let it drop down her lovely curves and then turned back the covers and slipped in beside me.

"Nice event this year, didn't you t think? she said.

"Yeah, good to have a big band, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it makes it fun."

"I didn't talk to Danny tonight. When is he going back to school?" I thought ruefully that I wasn't doing well at downplaying the Danny fantasy, but I couldn't resist probing to see what they had talked about it.

"Oh, next week, I think. It means summer is over, right?"

"Yeah, I'll miss seeing him around," I said.

"Yes, me too. He's such a good kid. Growing up now," her voice trailed off wistfully.

I slipped my arm under her neck and pulled her warm soft body against my nakedness. She felt wonderful, but she seemed preoccupied. I caressed her breast and she didn't seem to respond, just laid there looking somewhat distant.

"Something bothering you?"

"What?... Uh, no... no, just thinking about the summer ending... you know...nothing really!" She moved a little closer and she grasped one finger of the hand lightly cupping her breast.

"You'll probably miss Danny. I mean not having someone to do chores on call?" There I went again. I couldn't keep my mouth shut about him.

"Oh.. he doesn't do that much. Not really." She laughed, then went on, "but, yes, I guess I will... a little bit. He's good for my ego, too," she laughed lightly again and looked away. "He's almost all grown up, though."

I turned toward her and slipped my hand under the short gown to caress the soft curls contrasting with the firm mound between her legs. She opened her legs a little, absentmindedly, distracted. She turned off the light and I felt her snuggling down into the bed. My finger slipped between her lips and found her wet. Was it 'wet already' or 'still wet' I wondered.

Whichever it was, I found it to be very sexy, and dancing with Janet draped over my thigh at the dance had me feeling a little randy anyway. I rolled her clit under the tip of my finger like a pearl in a pool of warm oil. Joanne shivered and moaned slightly, then spread her legs a little more and I felt her hand on my wrist, guiding me for more.

I kissed her breast through the gown and bra, blowing hot breath over her nipple, then feeling it react. She slipped the gown up and unsnapped the front clasp of the bra and then directed my lips to her nipple. She went back to guiding my hand lightly between her legs and, mostly at her direction, I found myself suckling at her nipple and finger-fucking her slowly in a warm sea of moisture. It was not unpleasant, but I felt distinctly directed to do her bidding exactly.

"Put it in," she directed, pulling me toward her open legs. 

I followed her orders and felt her hand on my cock between her legs. She moistened it by rubbing me along the oiled slit. The sensitive head felt and sensed all the details of the soft folds of her pussy. I shivered with pleasure and then lanced forward when she positioned me in the wet vestibule of her vagina. The heat of her body felt even hotter than usual tonight around my hard cock. We moved immediately into a comfortable, long-practiced rhythm of fucking together. 

Joanne's fingers were between us, touching her clit and touching my thrusting cock. She moved her pelvis to meet me and pulled on my cock as I stoked out and then leaped onto it as I pushed back into her. She felt wonderfully active and alive under me, her cunt grasping and squeezing me in a way that made me feel her body throughout my whole sensory network. I was acutely aware of her snug vagina and all the lovely moist walls surrounding my urgently thrusting dick.

Joanne, however, seemed to me to be someplace else. I couldn't understand why I felt that way, but it was definitely my sense of our lovemaking. It felt good, it was good, it was just that she seemed strangely preoccupied even as she fucked me in a delightful way. My cock became more and more sensitive to her heat and movement and after a good long fuck I felt my balls tighten and the muscles along my legs strain as I thrust hard into her, unleashing my orgasm.

"Oh. … uh.. c ccumming!" I muttered into her ear.

"YES!" she screamed into mine. 

Her hips thrust hard into me and her arms thrashed violently back and forth against the sheet. I pummeled her body with my excited thrusting and then felt the hot cream of my sperm bolt down my shaft and into her waiting cunt. Again and again we thrust together. I felt her trying to get every last inch of me as if she were struggling to catch some needed bit to send her over the top and she was not going to let it escape. I was spent, but tried to hold on as she used my deflating cock to finish her own orgasm. I strained to hold some semblance of erection and felt her pussy climb up the softening organ again and again. Finally, I felt her shudder heavily and scream once more into my ear. 

"YES!"

Joanne: 

The date Danny and I agreed to was two and a half weeks away. I was past the thoughts of apprehension and fear. My mind had turned to the fact of the matter. I was going to have him, at last. 

On the Monday morning after the dance, I found myself alone in the house, standing before the floor mirror in my bedroom. I slipped out of my clothes and stood examining the body I was going to offer to this boy just out of his teen years. I looked at each fault I could find and agonized a bit over my lost youth. My breasts were still shapely, but I knew they had sagged a bit. They were bigger now than when I was his age and maybe that would make up for not being perky. I decided that they looked pretty inviting, to be frank about it. They were round and full and capped with dark nipples. They were white from no sunbathing this summer, but shapely enough. I lifted them, cupping them in my hands and imagining Danny's hands doing it. I knew he would like them.

My rear-end was a bit bigger than I would like, and sagged a little bit, too, but it would have to do. I smacked myself on one full cheek, raising a red imprint of my hand. Not too bad, I thought. Could be better, but not completely unattractive, I decided.

My thighs had a little evidence of giving in to cellulose, too, but they are still shapely, and I happen to know that my legs still attract appreciative looks from men. And so, my self-assessment was that I could stand examination as long as the light wasn't too bright. I laughed ruefully and smiled to the 'not-too-bad' soccer mom in the mirror.

"I think I'll dazzle him with new lingerie to offset the flaws." I said out loud. "Still, not bad, old girl! Not too bad."

I headed immediately to the tanning shop on Main Street and set up a daily appointment to even out my tan.

"Shall I schedule you to have your nails done,?"

"Good idea!" I said. "I think I deserve the works!"

"Then a pedicure, too? How about that?" she said.

"Good, sometime next week?"

She led me to the tanning room and flipped a switch on a light. The contraption glowed to life on the other side of the room.

"You can just relax in the tanning table, we monitor the time in case you fall asleep."

She showed me how to use the device and left me alone. It was pleasant lying there with the rays warming my entire body. The dosage would build up day by day and perhaps the tan lines wouldn't be so distracting.

As I drove home, I was feeling good about myself. The tanning gave the illusion of everything being tightened up a little. I giggled a little, realizing that it was surely an illusion. I didn't need to believe the illusion for it to have a good effect on my morale, though.

The days following were filled with idle daydreams of what it would be like. Occasionally a self-conscious fear would return about a flaw detected in my soon to be exposed body. Strange as it may seem, very little concern about the adulterous aspect of what I was about to do ruffled my resolve. I had clearly got past that entirely. I waited to announce my plans until I was sure it was too late for Jack to get time off.

"I think I'm going to drive to Chicago tomorrow to do a little shopping," I said, after dinner on Tuesday of the big week.

"When did you decide that? I'm not sure I can get time off right now. How about next week?"

"No, don't bother. I just want a little time to myself anyway. I haven't done that in a long time. Just want to have a day or two on Michigan Avenue. By myself," I assured him.

"Well... uh... OK? Sure you don't want me to..." he stopped and looked at me quizzically.

I didn't mind him being curious. I had been predictable long enough. I just smiled and replied enigmatically, "No, don't bother at all. I just want some time... for myself. I'll be back on Friday... or.. maybe Saturday. Probably Friday. If the shopping is good, you know, might need an extra day!" I laughed. Jack just grinned sardonically.

"Where will you stay?"

"Oh, I haven't made any arrangements. I'll let you know."

I arrived just after noon on Wednesday and checked into a little hotel someone told me was lovely. The Tremont is on Chestnut Street, just off Michigan Avenue. I pondered long and hard deciding between a luxury suite and a penthouse suite. I wish I could say that I was sensible and took the lower priced one, but I can't. If I had to hock the family jewels, I had to have the penthouse just this one time. The daily rate was about equivalent to what we used to spend for a two-week vacation with the kids. 

The bellman was attentive and there were flowers in the sitting room, in the bathroom and in the bedroom. Champagne sat in a cooler next to the Jacuzzi. The fireplace looked appealing and might be nice with the evenings becoming cooler.

"My god!" I gasped.

The bellman smiled broadly at my small-town girl reaction. "Nice, isn't it? I'm sure Madame will enjoy it."

We laughed more as kindred spirits than lady of the manor addressing a servant. I felt good that the staff were not stuffy, but could appreciate my unaccustomed taste of luxury.

"Anything you need, my name is Anthony." He said as he left, still smiling.

I was soon off for a tour of Bloomingdale's, Mecca for girls in my college days. It now is the central feature of a Mall just a long block away from the hotel. I came back feeling wonderfully feminine with my bright, silky new lingerie suitable for a woman my age having her first real live love affair.

We met for dinner, as Danny proposed, in the bar atop the Hancock building. Danny was leaning against the railing in front of the elevator when I whooshed up the 96 stories of the building and was expelled into a wonderland created by the panorama view of Chicago at sundown. 

"Hi!" he said, holding his arms at his sides as he came closer. He looked scrubbed and neat in a blue blazer. He also looked self-conscious and afraid someone would see us. His concern heightened my 'devil-may-care' attitude now that we were far from home.

"Perfect," I thought.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek against his chest, then turned my face upward to meet his lips with mine. 

"Wow, what a good idea, coming here!" I said.

The hostess slipped us into a table, wished us a nice evening, and turned us over to a pretty waitress, who looked longingly at my date more than at me, I thought, proudly.

"I need something 'big city' tonight," I said. "A Manhattan on the rocks."

"Two," he said, looking a little lost. "This'll be a first. I've never tasted one."

"You'll like it. Trust me! Just one, though!" I leaned forward and whispered the last comment, conspiratorially. 

"O.K.," he grinned, and his eyes shot down to the cleavage leaning close presented to him. The little push-up bra from Bloomie's pushed them up for his pleasure. I stayed in that position and turned my head toward the outer drive, pretending to be engrossed in the view. After all, I had spent the afternoon shopping to look this way and I wanted Danny to enjoy the view of my breasts, too. The thrill of his keen interest made my nipples point immediately. Slowly, I sat back and crossed my legs toward him. And we gazed into the distance together.

The night was clear and we could see the streetlights radiating off into the distance, the cars lights traced the path of all those office people headed home for an evening in the embrace of spouses and families. And here I was, ready for an evening in the arms of my young lover. The Manhattan wasn't the only 'first,' I mused.

"Here's to you!" he said quietly, raising the glass.

"To us, Danny. To a special evening!" I added clinking my glass against his. There is something deliciously erotic about that clinking when you are alone at last with someone you love. Especially here, isolated a thousand feet above the world.

I could sense how tense he was and tried to calm him by carrying the conversation when he fell quiet. God, but he looked handsome. He reached for my hand and I took it and held it atop the nylon of my knee. My dress had a slit that left my thigh bare about halfway up its length. Danny crossed his arm across his legs hiding the bulge I had already noticed. 

Danny had reserved a table at a little restaurant with huge white tablecloths and large comfortable chairs. I was a little surprised, expecting something more youthful and spartan, but happy with the romantic ambience. It was a short walk and we strolled hand in hand in the crisp autumn air. The sounds of the avenue are muted behind the wall of skyscrapers; muted and romantic if you love Chicago.

Our knees fondled each other under cover of the tablecloth and eventually, we each had removed a shoe so our game of kneesies could extend all the way to the tips of our toes. We played sensually while making our way through the fine northern Italian cuisine. First a pasta, then wonderful scaloppini with a delicious dish of thin sliced potatoes interleaved with sour cream and topped with cheese. 




Bridge Group Ch. 07



The wine was from Tuscany and it warmed our passion. Danny had become more confident. His hand reached hesitantly under my dress and I turned toward him. It was thrilling having his hand explore my thigh and I smiled to cover a sharp intake of breath when his fingers touched my pussy. Encouraged by my smile, he slipped my panties aside and touched the wetness of my pussy. I closed my eyes in pleasure and moved forward a little to urge him to touch and feel me more. I could feel how slick and wet I was under his probing fingers. When the waiter came back, Danny hurriedly retreated and brought his hand above the table.

"Dessert?" He asked.

"Why don't we skip that? Maybe later?" I suggested, eager to get back to the hotel.

"Check, please," he said, gratefully.

I took his hand and brought the moist fingers to my lips. After a look around, I slipped it into my mouth and sucked my taste seductively from his finger and looked soulfully into his eyes. I pressed our hands to his lips and watched as he swallowed hard and then nibbled on the other moistened finger. I smiled widely at him, and he closed his eyes and took a long deep breath of pleasure and excitement.

We waited a few minutes and let his erection subside enough for him to walk out of the restaurant. We were in a hurry now, and spent no time lingering in front of the elegant shop windows.

In the elevator, he pulled me close and kissed me all the way to the sixteenth floor, our bodies clinging to each other. I parted my legs and straddled his thigh. His cock was hard and warm in the hollow between my mound and my thigh. Slowly, deliberately I moved from side to side to feel it course up over my mound then back again. I heard his moan and moved against his cock once more, loving the feel of it.

The elevator doors opened silently and I handed him the key to the room, pointing the way.

"It's 1617," I said. 

He gasped as he entered the completely lighted suite, the flowers, the champagne, the fireplace the view out the windows were breathtaking. It was an overwhelmingly sumptuous setting, made even more so with the lights of the city as a backdrop.

"I splurged," I said, as an explanation.

He took me eagerly in his arms once again and we rubbed against each other seductively. He squeezed my bottom in hands eager and strong. I felt him pulling my skirt up and then his hands on my panties just lightly running across the cheeks of my ass. I pressed tight against his cock and moaned slightly at the pleasure of his touch.

"Oh, wow!" he moaned, and then kissed my ear through my hair. His hands said that he could not get enough of me; rubbing and squeezing my round bottom, then rushing along my body to my breasts as I thrust my mound against his exciting hard cock. I unzipped his pants and slipped my hand inside to grasp him.

It was my turn to moan and whisper, "Wow!, ohh, … wow!"

We stood writhing in each other's arms for minutes. His cock was out of his pants and he lifted me off my feet and carried me into the bedroom. Gently, he lowered me to the bed, our lips and tongues still sucking each other.

"Let me take this off," I said. "Help me, please." 

I stood before him and watched his eyes devour me as he unbuttoned the dress. Each large white button exposed more of me. My bra was yellow, lacy and French cut so that a large expanse of bosom greeted his eager lips. Another button and my breasts were displayed as if on a shelf, round and high and voluptuous. Danny's lips grazed first one and then the other as I loosed one more button of the dress. The lace of my garter belt and the band of my panties was visible and he slipped down to kiss the elastic and push his hands up nyloned legs, sampling everywhere at once. The band of my panties was just an inch below my navel and his tongue tasted me there as his hands roamed my thighs and buttocks.

Danny opened another button and the hair of my mound was obvious under the silky nothingness of panties. The fabric was nearly see-through and the dark hair invited his kiss. Even I could smell the rich scent of my perfume placed just where his lips now toyed. He moved his head back and forth, letting the scent of me and the perfume sink into senses already overloaded. 

The dress was hanging around my hips and I watched, thrilled by his excited exploration of my body. It was delicious. He unbuttoned the last button and my dress dropped down my legs. I stepped out of it and stood there before him in stockings, garter belt, panties and bra. He looked positively worshipful kneeling there. 

Slowly, he tugged my panties down over my hips as if unveiling me. The garment caught slightly as he pulled it passed the clasps of my garters and then his lips were on the beginning of the slit of my pussy. His tongue slipped out to taste me tentatively, unsure of himself. I put my hand reassuringly on his head and shivered from head to toe as the pointed tongue slipped into my slit. Danny nuzzled the hair of my pussy with his nose and then kissed my mound.

I took his hand and raised him to my lips and lead his hands back to my breasts. I felt him squeeze and caress them through the bra.

"It opens in the front," I whispered, then helped him after letting him struggle with the clasp. My breasts sprang from their restraint into his hands as the bra parted like French doors. He squeezed both nipples and looked amorously into my eyes. My hand took his cock out of his shorts and felt its length. It reached from my fingertips to a point above my wrist as I pressed it against his body. It felt hard and hot under my grasp. I slipped my hand down to grasp his balls as his hands loved my breasts.

I undressed him, stripping off his jacket and throwing it to a chair nearby; then attacked his shirt and discarded that as well. He wore no tee shirt and his hairy chest looked gorgeous and terribly, terribly powerful. I combed through the hair with long, well-manicured fingers, and unfastened his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Sitting on the bed before him, I waited as he slipped his shorts down those athletic legs. He heeled off his shoes with his big cock jutting out and dancing up and down, then stripped off his socks and stood naked before me. He was self-conscious at first, his hand covering his dick for just a moment before he took my hands in his and looked down at my breasts once again.

I leaned forward to kiss the blunt end of his cock, waving in the air before me, and then drew it between my lips and bathed him in moisture. I sucked gently for a moment, not wanting him to cum too soon, and slipped my hand under his balls. He leaned and cupped my breasts, gently massaging as I held him in my mouth, hardly moving.

I heard him moan low in his throat and knew that he would cum if I moved at all. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and let him withdraw. I lay back on the bed before him, allowing him to make the next move. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment and then he knelt between my legs and tentatively parted them. I let him guide me and he knelt there between my legs looking at me. I opened wide and let him see me. Danny moaned slightly and leaned over me, his big cock looking taut and full as it came closer.

"I love you, Joanne."

"I love you too, Danny." 

His cock bumped between my legs, not quite there, but close. I took it in my hand and pressed it along my open slit. I knew he was close to cumming, so I moved the big head to the hollow where the entrance to my vagina waited for the pleasure to come.

Danny lunged forward, his cock sliding deep into the wetness of my vagina. I felt the big head pop into the sleeve of my pussy. I felt full, his dick spreading me wide.

"Ohhhh... " he gasped, letting his breath leap from his throat. His eyes were wide with astonishment.

"Ohhh, no..." he muttered. I felt his hot cream spurt into me, filling me with warm wetness.

"It's OK; push it in, Danny!" I said, urging him with hands on his hips pulling him toward me. He thrust in all the way and I felt another warm gush of his cum. We thrust together, as he spurted three or more times into me; deep into me. 

"Sorry... sorry." He repeated unhappily into my ear.

He was embarrassed to cum so quickly, but I knew that it must happen so we could really enjoy each other the second time. And the third time? 

"Next time will be even better, darling." I said, my lips toying with his ear lobe and my hands caressing and soothing his broad back. I held him close as his cock relaxed inside my vagina and his full weight bore down on top of my widespread body. I caressed the back of his neck and felt him move against me, trying to fuck me more even as his cock softened. He just laid there on top of me. His weight felt good and his cum felt lovely dripping from my vagina. In spite of the quickness of his ejaculation, I had rarely felt such a contented happiness, and wrapped my legs around him so he couldn't roll away from me.

"Oh, wow... you're wonderful. More than I even dreamed, Joanne."

"You've thought of me? Like this?" I asked.

"All the time. As long as I can remember." He confessed.

I squeezed him and put my lips against his, waiting for his tongue to press between my lips.

"That makes me feel... very special, Danny."

He rolled off me, pulling his cock slowly from my pussy. We lay facing each other, his tongue getting used to tasting my mouth.

"You masturbated thinking of me?"

"Yes." He said, then slipped his tongue back inside my mouth, exploring my tongue.

"Like this, doing it like this?"

"Ohhh, yes.. but, I couldn't imagine... nothing like as good.. as this feels." His hands were on my breasts, squeezing, twisting the nipples, slipping between them, cuddling them.

"mmmmm, that makes me feel... wonderful!" I kissed him hard.

His lips found and suckled my nipples, alternating between them.

"Let's try the Jacuzzi!" I murmured into his hair. "You figure out how it works while I freshen up a little..."

I stood up and realized that in our urgent need to fuck, I had not taken my shoes off. Leaving them on, I walked toward the bathroom fully aware of Danny's eyes on my swaying bottom.

I slipped into the shower to wash Danny's cum from my inner thighs. I sprayed the showerhead between my legs and shuddered when the hard spray hit my still sensitive clitoris. I let it play over my lips for a minute and then dried off.

The Jacuzzi was nearly full when I returned. 

"Your turn." I murmured and let him kiss me gently as he caressed my right breast. I fondled his semi-hard cock. Danny hurried off to the bathroom.

Danny: 

Closing the door to the bathroom, I leaned against the wall with one hand and waited for my stream to start. As I relaxed a little, I was able to piss long and hard. I felt sheepish about the noise, but I realized I was getting a little more comfortable being around a woman.

The embarrassment of cumming as soon as my cock slipped into Joanne's hot pussy was still lingering on my mind. She had been wonderful about it, but I was still embarrassed. I looked at my cock, flicking the last drop of urine from the end.

"Traitor!" I muttered.

Not in a million years could I have imagined how good it would be to have a real woman, to be inside her, to feel how hot her body felt inside. My mind was reeling with the pleasure and the excitement of being here with Joanne. I had jerked off thinking of her ever since I discovered masturbation, and here, at long last, I found out how much better the real thing was.

Her stockings and garter belt lay in a cloud-like pile on the clothes hamper. I crushed the cloud of pleasure in my hand and picked them up. Brushing the soft silkiness against my cheek and smelling her scent was enough to make my cock jerk involuntarily. If the second time was going to be even better, I couldn't wait. I opened the door to find my beautiful Joanne deep in the swirling water of the Jacuzzi.

I was getting over the awkwardness of being naked in front of her. She held out her hand and invited me to sit facing her. I looked at her breasts, floating half submerged in the water. It made my mouth water thinking of having her nipples in my mouth. Below I could see her tummy and the tuft of dark hair between her legs shimmering under the flowing water and air bubbles of the Jacuzzi. She looked lovely.

My legs were outside hers and she leaned them against mine. My cock stiffened a little more and she leaned forward to touch my cock. She smiled up at me, then leaned back and put both feet against my cock. One foot slowly moved down and the toes of her foot caressed my balls, and then slipped under the cheeks of my ass. 

"It's beautiful, Danny." She had my heart completely. I put my hands on her breasts and lingered there holding them.

"Oh, Joanne, you are so beautiful!" was the best I could do for eloquence. She looked so beautiful that it choked in my throat.

Joanne turned around and sat between my legs so I could fondle her tits and her pussy. Her pussy was firm under my hand, the curls soft and silky between my fingers. Her bottom was against my cock and I felt her wriggle against me. It hardened a little more and pressed straight up between my stomach along her backbone. It was wonderful.

We lay there in the swirling water for a few minutes. And I seemed to be recovered. I wanted this beautiful woman again. My cock was hard as a rock and her nipples were like stone under my fingers. 

"Can we do it again?" I whispered into her ear.

She nodded and turned her lips for a kiss. There I was holding Joanne's tits in my hands and kissing my tongue into her mouth. It was heaven.

"I thought you'd never ask!" she said. 

Jack:

As I drove home from work it occurred to me that I had spent a lot of time wondering what Joanne was doing in Chicago. Something just didn't ring true about her going off for a day or two of shopping.

I looked around for a note and found it there on the table:

"I'm off! I left a broasted chicken you can microwave. Also, lots of cold cuts and fresh fruit. The lawn guys are coming for fall cleanup on Thursday. Don't forget to put out the trash tomorrow morning. That's all I can think of. Love, Joanne."

No mention of how to contact her. No mention of the hotel. I started the chicken and tumbled some ice into a crystal glass. A good single malt scotch made the ice crackle as I poured two fingers into the glass. I stood waiting for the chicken to warm, sipping and staring out the window into the trees behind the house. I was troubled by the secrecy of the trip. It was probably nothing, I thought. Still it nagged at me as I finished dinner and got fresh ice for another drink of that good scotch.

By the time I had watched a couple old editions of Seinfeld, and searched for something interesting on TV, my nagging concerns had become open suspicions. I paced the floor wondering what was bothering me.

Out of curiosity, I searched for the phone book where she kept frequently called numbers. There I found the fraternity house where Danny lived. I put the book back and went back to pacing as the sun went down. I had a third drink but my suspicions would not die. I stood looking at the phone, hoping it would ring to take my suspicions away. Then I took out the little book and dialed the fraternity house.

A male voice answered identifying the fraternity in unintelligible fashion.

"Danny? Who's calling?"

I convinced him I was a friend and gave him a false name.

"I don't think he's around. Hang on." 

I could hear him calling one of the brothers, and then footsteps.

"Hello. Danny's away for a couple days. Chicago, I think."

"Do you know where he is staying?"

"Nope, didn't say."

I hung up. Danny in Chicago; Joanne in Chicago. Too much of a coincidence. The green-eyed monster, jealousy, raged in my chest. I found it difficult to breathe. The pain was tinged with the well-known sexual excitement of our fantasy nights when I encouraged her to tell me fantasies of her fucking Danny. This was a lot different. This was real. The pain was there and so was the sexual excitement, but the pain was a little bigger.

I tossed and turned in bed that night, haunted by the image of Danny and Joanne fucking in some hotel in Chicago. Unable to sleep, I tried reading. That didn't work either; the image kept bobbing into my mind. The vision was of Joanne's tits bouncing up and down as she rode his big cock, bigger and harder than mine. The image thrilled me, and haunted me at the same time. 

I got up to look for another book and as I passed the hall bathroom, I noticed a pile of underwear on the hamper. It was pantyhose, panties and a bra all in a fluffy heap. I snatched them up and smelled the strong scent of Joanne and her perfume. I examined the panties and realized that she had been very aroused when she wore them. Her panties had been wet in anticipation of her trip to Chicago. It may not be true, but that was what my fevered mind conjured.

I took the clothing back to bed with me and lay for a minute fondling the silky underclothes, worrying about what was happening in Chicago. The thoughts gave me a huge erection despite the pain. I slipped my hand down under my body with the panties and stockings over it. With a groan, I lay on my silk covered hand and fucked into Joanne's panties in the dark loneliness of the night. When I had flooded her stockings with sperm, I began to doze toward a fitful sleep at about 3 AM.

It was 2AM in Chicago; were Joanne and Danny snuggling warmly and fondling each other while I lay alone in the creaking silence of this empty house? Sleep came at last.

Danny:

She let me dry her body with the fluffy towel and then wrap her in the hotel's bathrobe before leading her to our bed. I stripped off the cover this time and then turned to take the robe from Joanne. Her nipples were lovely as I unveiled her body once again. I felt her mound with my cock as I kissed her. She offered her tongue and I felt her hands caress my waist, pushing my robe apart and stepping close against my body. 

My cock was incredibly hard. It felt stretched, it was bulging that hard. It stood straight out and bumped against the bulge of her tummy. Again, I filled my hands with her incredible breasts.

She sat on the bed and scooted back across it, then spread her legs and lay there before me. The contrast of her pussy hair and the darkness of her nipples were lovely. She trailed her hand between her legs, putting aside a nonexistent out of place hair on her mound. It was a perfect picture and my cock was crying out to feel her soft folds, to feel the heat of her pussy again. I walked toward her on my knees. Incredibly, she was smiling up at me, letting me have her body, letting me look at her naked body, her glistening pussy. 

I leaned close, staring at her pussy.

"It's OK... if you want to." She said quietly.

I knew what she meant. But how did she know what I wanted? I looked helplessly into her beautiful eyes and then slowly sank lower between her legs and stared as she parted her pussy lips with her fingers, letting me look at her most secret place. Between her lips she was a bright, inviting coral color and she was very wet. I looked at the pair of inner lips lying low between the long swollen ridges of her pussy lips.

"Go ahead, Danny, It's OK," she smiled. "Anything is OK between us."

I could smell her delicious scent and slowly, I approached between her legs. I leaned closer and kissed her lightly. It was lovely. The softness, the moistness, almost like kissing her mouth only more exciting. I kissed again and looked up at her. She shivered with pleasure. I put out my tongue and tasted. It was excruciating. My mind reeled. I pressed closer and then felt her hands go from her lips to the back of my head and press me close. Slowly I began licking her slit, everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her pussy. It tasted good, it felt good, it smelled good. 




Bridge Group Ch. 07



"I love you, Joanne!" I said, taking a breath.

"Yes, I know. Come here now. I want you, Danny," she said, her voice low and warm.

I crawled up over her body and Joanne took my cock in her hand. I watched and felt the erotic effect of the sight of her delicate fingers surrounding my shaft. Joanne spread her legs wider and guided me between them. I felt the little nub of her clitoris as she moved the head of my cock along her slit. I felt the hollow spot filled with moisture where the entry to her cunt was, and then her clit again. And then she held me just there and smiled up at me.

"Now, darling, now. Put it in me, Danny."

With a long deep breath I felt the head of my cock part her lips and slip just inside her wonderfully hot pussy. 

Joanne:

I looked down his lovely young body. It was beautiful, the tufts of hair on his chest, the taut flat stomach muscles. Lower still, the hair above his cock trailing up in a line pointing to his navel, the other side of the triangle of tangled curls reaching around the wide base of his wide cock. It was gorgeous. It brought tears to my eyes to see it; to see him entering me with his beautiful cock. 

I didn't know what made me feel like crying, but that was the first time I felt tears trying to break through. There would be more, but I could put them down at this time. When they cleared, I could see a little more of him had slid easily between my wet pussy lips.

My lips were swollen with lust, they welcomed and yet resisted the advance of the huge object sliding into me. It was hard, very hard. It even looked hard. It looked huge between my legs, huge tucked between my slim pussy lips, huge where my vagina tried to welcome it. I felt completely filled as it slid into the sleeve of my pussy. I could feel him pushing aside the walls of my vagina, feeling him hot and big as he touched deeper inside than I had ever been touched. I clamped down on his bigness. Held him tight to keep him there. To keep his big cock buried deep inside, burning slightly as it made its way in and out of me. But the burning was pleasure, not pain, joy not abuse.

It was a beautiful sight. 

That lovely white cock sliding in and out of me, 

my legs spread wide to let him have all of me, 

to reach into me as far as his big thing would let him, 

to give it all to him.

Danny:

"Watch!..." She told me.

We watched together. I never thought I would be so excited by anything in my life. The swollen head of my cock was not quite all the way inside her. Her lips were parted by the mushroom shape. It looked more erotic than anything I ever imagined, more thrilling than any centerfold of Playboy. I pushed and felt how snug she was. I pushed more and felt a tight ring around me just behind the head of my dick. 

It was like a white-hot band; wonderfully tight; wonderfully hot; wonderfully wet.

"Push it in, darling, push it in. Fuck me, my lover!"

Hearing her use that word was exciting beyond belief. It sounded so right! For the first time, the word 'fuck' sounded just right! It was perfect. I fucked into Joanne's pussy. Watching it disappear and then watching it glisten between her legs as I pulled back. Then in again, tensing my stomach muscles to thrust into her.

I was all the way in. I lay in her open legs and felt her move under me. It was lovely; she fucked onto my cock. Her hips were magical; tilting and thrusting against me; driving me into her exciting warmth.

She was right! It was much, much better this time. Even better than the first time inside her lovely cunt! Now we moved together in an incredibly fluid motion.

"Fuck me, Joanne." I tried the word self-consciously at first.

"Yes, Danny, I AM fucking you. Fuck mommy, darling! Fuck me hard!" Her voice sounded hushed, expectant, excited. 

And that is just what I did. I felt invincible, strong, on top of the world. I felt complete! Completely confident for the first time ever. As I fucked hard and deep into beautiful Joanne, I felt completely like a man!

I felt her shudder and clutch me tightly. Her body throbbed and bucked under me. She clutched my neck, her tongue reaching deep into my mouth, her legs clenched around my waist and I tried harder to fuck her well and truly. My cock seemed wild between her legs, thrusting in and out. 

"Oh, yes! That's it. Harder, fuck me harder!... shove it in! shove it in! Fuck me! Ah! Oh! Oh! Give me your lovely cock, Danny!.. ….. oh, yes.. yes, it is soooo good. More! Now! Now! Ohmigod! Her arms thrashed against the bed and she thrust hard up onto my cock as I held on, trying to be hard for her. 

And then, the lovely sigh of pleasure as she relaxed under me. She held me in her arms and I continued to stroke into her. 

"Yes, yes, yes, cum, baby, cum in me!' she murmured. She was tenderly holding my cock in her pussy. Holding herself open for me. 

And then the flood. I seemed to be flooding her cunt. My cock seemed bathed in volumes of my sperm as I spurted into her time after time. All the while, Joanne caressed my back, rubbed the back of my neck, moved her hips in time with me. She was delightful. I was sure there could never be another woman like this.

Joanne turned off the light and snuggled in my arms. She slept first and I loved feeling her gentle breathing against my chest. The only light was the neon of the alarm clock blinking its way to 2 AM. It is the last I remember before I fell asleep with the warmth of her breasts against my chest.



Bridge Group Ch. 08



Chapter 08 – Joanne and Danny – Continued - The Second Day

Joanne:

Softly, sleep became slumber, slumber became half-sleep. I opened my eyes slowly to darkness and closed them again, a smile spreading across sleepy lips. Danny's sweet dick pressed against the crease of my bottom and his hand spanned across my nipples, snuggling my breasts in one large hand. Through half closed eyes, I saw the alarm clock's red neon 5:11AM shining across the white sheet. His hand barely moved, just touching, gently squeezing my breasts together.

I felt him press it a little further between my legs and I opened them, almost imperceptively, as if still asleep. I knew that he was enjoying the theft of my body and wanted his pleasure to continue. His hand felt lovely, softly caressing my nipples from their slumber. I sighed quietly and move my bottom slightly against him. I could feel him stop like a thief in the night, tense, holding his breathe. I thought he was going to withdraw his hand and pressed slightly against his arm to keep him there.

I moved again, snuggling in half sleep, arching my back slightly. The head of his cock was right at the entrance. His hand continued its caress, squeezing my breasts a little more. His cock was warm, warm and hard: the bulbous head nuzzling my vagina. 

He took another deep breathe... and held it. 

I knew his excitement must have him close to cumming again. I wondered how long his lovely cock had been toying with my bottom, quietly sneaking up on me. How long had he been lying there while I slept, thinking about the warmth of my body and feeling the warmth where our bodies touched? I moaned softly to encourage him. His fingers found the nipple of my right breast and played softly.

"Mmmmnh!" I muttered, still pretending sleep. I kept my breathing even. I felt his hardness thrust again; a long sustained thrust. I could tell he was trying to slip into me, his buttocks tensed, holding the position, holding the point with his dick. I rotated my hips slowly, sensually. He popped inside. I had to hold my breathe to keep from moaning. I let my breathing continue steadily. Danny was still taut as a bow, holding his blunt cock in position. I felt the head of it nestle inside, then slip forward an inch or two. The angle of our bodies kept him from deeper penetration. 

It felt perfect. The head was nicely angled against my G-spot now. He didn't move. His hand tightened around my left breast and squeezed, surrounding it in a loving cup. Slowly, he fondled me; his big hand exploring, his finger touching my nipple. I heard him take a deep breathe and relax, still buried in my warm pussy.

He began thrusting a little. I let him fondle my cunt with his big cock, relaxing back into slumber, pleasurable slumber. 

"How long had it been since I had felt so wanted, so needed, so appreciated by a man?" I thought. 

In my sexy slumber I moved a little, tightening around the head of his dick and smiled. He gave me a lovely little fuck in my wonderful half sleep. I moved just a little, caressing the head of his cock with my wet vagina.

He moaned softly and I felt him thrust deeper, holding on as his hot sperm spurted inside me. Another nudging series of thrusts and more creamy sperm filled me. I felt his body relax and then felt his cock slip from my grip. His arm snuggled me close and his wet dick lay spent between my thighs as his cum oozed softly from me. His body felt warm and comforting snuggled spoon-like against me as he dozed into a deep sleep.

It was 7:30 when I awoke again. Danny's arm still lay across my body. The stickiness between my legs reminded me of my youthful lover's insatiable need during the short night. The stickiness brought the broad smile of a secret, remembered pleasure. 

Quietly, I slipped from under his arm careful not to wake him. In the shower, I let the hard thunder of Chicago's wonderful high-pressure water supply flood my body. I soaped and fondled my body, deep in the memory of Danny's purloined plundering of my pussy. The hand shower felt refreshing as I spread my legs and let the sharp pulsing spray play over tender lips. 

As I dried my body, I watched as the steam disappeared from the mirror. The fog retreated upward, revealing my thighs, and then the soft curls of my mound appeared as I toweled vigorously across my back. As more of the mirror cleared, my nipples, pouted from round breasts, looking slightly enlarged. As I applied the hair dryer, my face appeared, still wreathed with a small, satisfied smile. But as the eyes of this stranger appeared, I saw tears welling up to spoil the happiness. I stood examining myself as the tears flowed. It didn't last long and I brushed them away. 

In my heart I knew that I would have to have a good cry over this. These were not tears of regret. Not for the standard reasons, at least. Instead they were the bittersweet acceptance of the sure knowledge that this lovely affair would be short-lived. Danny was a dedicated and excited lover now, but soon he would find even more lively and sustainable thrills with his real love. There would soon be someone his own age, someone else to enjoy the rich joy of sexual discovery with. The tears stopped and the smile returned. 

I was going to be OK with this, I decided. But for this moment, I would bask in his love and his eager lovemaking.

Danny slept soundly as I quietly opened my suitcase and slipped a gossamer-like nightie over my head and then stepped into the matching see-thru panties. 

I swept the cover from my young lover's athletic body and admired the relaxed length of his cock now lolling limp against his leg.

Danny:

The dream was vivid. I could feel the intense, wet, warmth of Joanne's pussy around the head of my cock. I recalled losing the battle to hold back cumming and then the flood of relief as I shot hard and full into her. The warm creamy mix of our juices was like a warm bath surrounded the sensitive head of my cock. The thrill of taking her as she slept had been thrilling. I shuddered with the continuing pleasure of slipping my raging hard-on between the buns of her beautiful soft ass. Hearing her moan in her sleep as I probed to find the entry raised my excitement even more. I felt my body shudder as I anticipated the soft folds waiting to be explored and spread by my hard cock. 

I relaxed and enjoyed the circle of her cunt just behind the head of my cock. She was delightfully wet and warm. 

But something was different. I realized that I was dreaming. But the taut pussy around my cock seemed real. I slowly opened my eyes to the gray early light of day. I stretched languorously, feeling wonderfully alive even though I had not had much sleep. The wet wonder continued around the head of my swelling dick. With surprise, I realized that Joanne was leaning over me and that it was her mouth that bathed my cock. 

My cock jerked sharply and expanded while she kept tight hold of it. I now felt her hand cupping my balls. I reached and found the smooth roundness of her thigh and then moved higher to touch the lovely curve of her bottom. She was wearing a pink nightie and the silken pleasure of panties over the opulent cheeks of her ass greeted my exploring hand.

"Good Morning." I moaned.

'Mmmmmmm," she replied, her mouth continuing its incredible teasing of my cock head. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she repeated, her humming reverberating along my shaft. 

I reached for her breast and brushed under the short gown to let her nipple fall into my palm. They were beautiful. I could see them hanging from her body like huge bunches of grapes from a vine, and looking every bit as appetizing. I squeezed gently.

"Ouch." She murmured. "Easy," she said softly, my precum stringing from her lips as she looked toward me. "They're a little tender."

"Sorry." I said, feeling stricken. I withdrew my hand from her nipple.

"No, no, more. Just a little easier."

I massaged her nipple between my fingers as I looked excitedly at the way her breasts hung from her body, nipples pointing straight down. She took the head of my cock in her mouth once more. It was excruciating pleasure and I lolled my head back on the pillow. I thought I might have died and gone to heaven. But another emotion began to assert itself. I needed to take a leak. Badly.

"I have to... I need... " 

"Oh... sorry, " she said, smiling.

She took one last lap around my cock with her tongue and then stood up, her hand lingering on my balls. 

"Can I watch?" She said, sounding mischievous.

I stood up and put my arms around her, taking a long lingering pleasure from the feel of her body wrapped so nicely in nylon. 

"Not sure I can stand that." I answered. "You look wonderful!" I held her at arms length drinking in the sight of her nipples and the triangle between her legs looking so delightfully sexy through the nylon.

I rushed away and into the bathroom. My cock was still jutting straight out and of course I could not piss in that condition. I stood, eyes closed, trying desperately to think of something other than Joanne's breasts and the thrill of being inside her body. Slowly, slowly, I forced myself to think of something else and relax the muscle keeping me from urinating. 

I felt her body against me, felt her arms go around me, felt the soft nylon against my back. She stroked my nipple with one hand and reached for my slowly diminishing cock.

"Let me..." She whispered.

My cock jerked to attention again. I kept my eyes closed and thought pure thoughts.

Slowly, in spite of her nearness, my penis relaxed slightly. I concentrated on relaxing. I thought of the schoolwork I had to do yet this weekend. Finally. Finally, I relaxed enough for my stream to start. Joanne leaned around to guide the stream. It sounded like a waterfall and she gasped a little at the volume and pressure behind it. Even pissing with her hand on my cock was a delight, I thought. 

"You DID need this!" She laughed. I looked to find her head peering down at the bowl at the stream as she giggled. "Am I being naughty, or what?" she said, looking up at me.

I could only sigh with relief as it finally stopped flowing. I turned and gobbled her into my arms again and we stood pressed together tightly. Together, we looked into the mirror at my naked body and her wispily covered curves. She pressed her tummy against my cock, now hard and pressed upward between us. I felt her squirm and press against it. 

It was delicious.

"Now …... now can I have you?" She asked, smiling into the mirror.

I nodded happily and her hand grasped my cock and tugged me back toward the bed. It was extremely sexy to have a pretty woman holding my cock and leading me to the pleasure bed. 

I wanted to feel her against me again and turned her toward me at the side of the bed. Our tongues found each other and I squeezed her breasts, lifting them and exploring them, being careful not to squeeze her nipples too hard. The nylon slipped and slid under my hands and Joanne pressed against my cock and moved so it slipped easily from one side of her mound to the other, nestling against her flanks on either side of the loveliness.

She put her hands on my biceps and slowly pushed me back onto the bed and forced me to lie down. 

"Want me?"

"Incredibly!" I answered, the word just barely audible, the excitement making it hard to speak. 

She straddled my body and I felt her firm mound against my cock. She held it and pressed it lightly against the nylon of her panty and I felt the freshness of her curls under the garment. I reached for her breasts, then slipped my hands under her nightie and began fondling them and watching rapturously the way they moved in my hands. I slipped my fingers along the crease where her tits met her rib cage and lingered there, feeling the smooth little fold under her heavy breasts.

She continued stroking my cock back and forth against her bush as we looked deeply into each other's eyes. The sunlight shown through the gown now and her breasts looked like golden melons in my hands. My cock was rock hard under the gentle fondling of her fingers.

Looking deeply into my eyes, she raised herself a little and pressed my cock along the slit of her pussy, pressing the nylon panty into the crease. With one finger, she pulled the panty aside and guided me into the heat and heavy cream of her pussy. Slowly, she lowered her body. I gripped her breasts firmly as pleasure spread through me.

"Look." She said tensely. 

We watched as she lowered herself. An inch of my cock disappeared between the soft lips. Another inch.

"Ohhhhh!" She moaned, and it thrilled me to hear her pleasure voiced.

She tilted her head back and pressed down over my cock a little more, circling her hips a little and making the head of my cock taste the folds of her vagina. My eyes were still glued to the pleasure of our bodies where they joined around my cock. Finally, she sank the final inches and pressed the flat softness of her pussy lips against the stem of my cock and looked again into my eyes.

"Oh... it feels so... good, Danny. So good. You fill me... you fill me... so... full!"

I strained upward. I felt the head of my cock probing deep inside the hot depths of her vagina. She began to move her hips in slow circles. She leaned forward and let her tits dangle in front of my eyes, the nylon of her gown trailed across my body tickling wherever it touched. I squeezed in excitement and pleasure the lovely breasts now filling my hands and reach to suckle her nipples. Joanne leaned to let first one and then the other nipple touch my lips.

"Gently, darling. Gently. Suck mommy's titties."

I sucked one nipple between my lips and tugged slightly. She shivered and thrust hard onto my cock. I could feel her cunt gripping me, squeezing and releasing slightly; squeezing and squirming on my cock. Her pussy was intensely hot on my sensitive skin.

"Yes, suck, baby, that's it." she murmured softly.

Her hips were thrusting rhythmically in a rolling tilting motion that was incredibly sensual and exciting.

"Oh, Danny! Your hands! Squeeze! Squeeze them!" I could hear her excitement building. 

"Squeeze my titties, darling! Squeeze them! Ohhhhh, yes! That's it! Yes! Take them!"

I squeezed harder and harder, fondling the lovely heaviness in my hands. 

"Yes, that's it! That's it! That's it! Ohhhh, yes!" She moaned and shuddered against me.

She was moving faster and faster now. Her breasts swung wildly as she thrust up and down my cock. I could see her pussy juice glistening on my cock as she rode up its length, then slammed down onto me once again. I clung to her breasts as they tried to bounce away in the violence of her thrusting.

Suddenly, she grasped the hem of the gown and swept it up over her head. Her breasts were beautiful as they bounced and bounded on her chest in the enthusiasm of her fucking. I strained upward into her thrusts and watched as perspiration coursed down between those beautiful breasts.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, Danny. Ohmigod. Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhh."

When she said that I felt my balls tense and the searing heat of my cum spewing up the length of my cock and into her clasping, hot cunt. I glanced briefly down to see her lips tucking in and out around my cock.

She collapsed onto me, her breasts flattening against my chest. I reach around and gripped her bottom to keep her pressed tightly against me. I felt my cock slip from her grip as she relaxed in the satisfaction of her orgasm.

She laughed into my ear and licked my earlobe, sighing, "Oh, darling, that was wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Oh, god, Joanne, you're wonderful! My god!" I replied, squeezing her ass and shivering with pleasure. I rubbed lightly across her bottom, fondling the gentle round curves and the crevice between her buns.

Her tongue slipped into my ear and I felt stirring passion all over again.

Her hand went between us and returned to our lips as she kissed me. 

"Want to see how we taste together?" She murmured.

Our tongues explored two very wet sticky fingers. Another first experience for me! Something about her placing fingers into my mouth, fresh from her pussy, was incredibly sexy. The taste was, at that moment, delicious.

Joanne:

I turned the car smoothly up onto the Chicago Skyway, heading east toward home. The last traces of daylight were disappearing in the west. I didn't feel like music or the chatter of the news, so I turned the radio off and sped along in silence. I had a lot to think about.

I felt a little limp, as if I had just had a relaxing body massage and sauna. If fact, it had been a little like that; our lovemaking had been athletic, and Danny had massaged me in wonderful, youthfully exuberant ways that I needed.

I thought of the lunch we had enjoyed, looking out over the lake. And then, we had hurried to get back into our den of iniquity, both intent on having each other one last time before checking out. 

"Youth is such a wonderful thing!" I mused out loud.

He had been so eager. Wanting me one more time. We had fucked all-night and all morning and yet he wanted me one more time. It was a good feeling, having him want me so much. The door closed behind us and his hands reached around and found my breasts. I had leaned back into his arms while he unbuttoned my blouse and once again we watched in the mirror as he unsnapped my bra and let it slide down my arms. His eyes seemed to devour my breasts all over again as his hands squeezed and kneaded.

"Easy, easy..." I muttered, my cheek nuzzling his as he continued fondling.

His hand had slipped inside my skirt and then inside my panties too. He turned me sideways and unbuttoned my skirt and it fell to my feet. He slipped his other hand down the back of my panties until his fingers joined between my legs and played there in the gathering moistness between the lips of my much-used pussy. As we rocked in each other's arms, I unzipped his pants and found his cock jutting eagerly into my grasp. As I fondled him, we stood watching our image as we played with each other. And finally, he had lifted me and carried me to the bed. 

He was still looking at me as he undressed. I spread my legs for him, letting him see the bulge of my mound, the slight moistening of my panties. I had held my breasts, pointing the nipples toward him and waited for him to come and nurse on them one more time.

I had felt wonderfully fatigued. I waited patiently as he knelt between my legs, pulled my panties down, and nuzzled between my spread legs. He kissed along my slit and up over my tummy and breasts. At last, his tongue slipped into my mouth and I felt the now familiar girth of his cock against my vulva. I spread my legs wider and let him slip deep inside. We lay there joined and our tongues lazily explored each other just like his big, hard cock explored the depths and folds of my vagina.

"God. Danny, you fill me up so nicely! My god it's lovely and big." I heard myself say in the dark car.

I remembered just watching as his young body took me. His big cock thrusting between my wide-spread legs. His hairy chest above me; my fingers toyed with his nipples as he fucked into me. I spread my legs wider and let him lead them up to his shoulders as I had taught him to do. This was our longest lasting fuck. He was saving himself, savoring the feel of me. Thrusting it in and out of me as if made for me. Taking his time to enjoy my body. Taking his time to let me enjoy his cock. 

"Lovely." Again, my voice startled me in the car. 

The light from the instrument panel glowed orange and lighted my hand as I pulled my skirt back and opened my legs to sooth the pussy lips that he had pummeled in such an urgent way. 

"Mmmmm." I muttered.

A car flashed past and I realized I had let my speed fall off as my mind wandered.




Bridge Group Ch. 08



Somehow that got me started thinking about what might be ahead of me with Jack. His fantasies always included the thoughts of me being fucked by Danny. But this weekend I had the real thing. Would it show on my face, I wondered? 

"Wonder if he is going to be in a fantasy mood?" I wondered aloud. 

I wasn't sure I could pull if off. And to be honest, sex was not the first thing on my mind after the weekend of sex with Danny. 

"Well, we'll just have to see..." I muttered.

The house was dark as I opened the garage door. Jack's car was not there. 

"Strange." I thought.

I unloaded the car and left Jack's present on the kitchen table. A nice tie from Marshall Field's.

I found myself falling asleep in the chair as it edged toward midnight. Jack was still missing and so I went to bed and fell soundly asleep almost immediately.

Jack:

Not eager to face the empty house for another night, I stopped after dinner in the topless club called "Revelations." I hadn't been there before, but it was a typical lap-dance bar with neon lighting and dark secluded corners.

"Don't you want to buy a lap dance?" She said. 

So far, I had declined invitations. I was satisfied with lazily tucking dollar bills into G-strings for the cheap feel of a bare pussy against the back of my fingers. It went nicely with the steady stream of scotch and water I had been having.

I turned to look into coal black eyes of a pretty black girl. Her breasts swayed invitingly beneath a light blouse.

"Never had one. Would I like it?" I said, intrigued by the attractive and open smile.

"I will make sure of that!" She said, a crooked little smile showing white teeth.

"And how much does that cost?"

"Just ten dollars. Or Twenty if you want more privacy."

"Will I like that?"

"Definitely!" She said, her hand taking mine, seductively.

I followed her through a pair of drapes into a dark room and sat down in a deep soft chair while we waited for the music to start again.

"I can't let you touch me. Sorry, house rules. But, I can touch you, if you like." She said speaking close to my ear above the loud boom of the music.

"I think I like!" I said, slightly slurring my speech.

She slipped out of the loose blouse and I found myself staring at mahogany colored breasts capped with generous dark nipples. They were firm and round and grapefruit-sized. The nipples jutted perkily at me as she swayed to the music. She knelt on the arms of the chair and then sat firmly astride my cock, already pressed prominently against my pants.

For the next song she slipped out of the short skirt and then stood over me. I looked up at a string bikini and then on upward to those lovely breasts swaying overhead. She reversed positions and leaned forward to look through her legs at me, her smile inviting, her finger beckoning. I looked at her firm young ass as she pulled the string of the bikini aside and spread her lips to show me a bright, wet, pink slit glistening between firm young legs.

A hundred dollars later, I had been teased and tempted and had my cock gently tormented by soft young pussy lips as much as I could stand without embarrassing myself in public. 

"I think I had better be on my way." I shouted into her ear. She pulled me close and kissed me while she pressed those lovely firm tits against me. I bid Jolene a fond farewell and lumbered toward my car. 

As I drove out of the parking lot, visions of her sweet little pink pussy, tucked tight and pretty between those lithe lips, danced before me. I laughed as I headed toward home and rubbed my aching cock, searching for a more comfortable position in my pants. 

I was surprised to find Joanne's car in the garage. The house was dark, though. I found a nice tie on the table, apparently a present from Chicago.

I quietly went up the stairs and listened for sounds from our bedroom. I could hear her even breathing and so went in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. 

I hadn't decided how I wanted to deal with my questions about Danny. Had they actually met in Chicago? I had no proof. Just suspicions. But they were nagging at me. I slipped silently as possible into bed without waking her. My leg touched the warmth of her leg. Jolene's youthful body sprang back to my mind and the combination had me hard in a second.

I explored her hip with a tentative touch. She sighed and moved slightly, but continued sleeping. I lay in the darkness, fondling her bottom. She was wearing no panties and her skin felt smooth and warm under my hand. I reached around and found her breasts, bare under a short nightie. I held them both with one hand, very lightly. Still she slept on, snoring quietly.

I rolled away from her and lay there awake. I wanted her now. A weekend thinking about her fucking Danny had kept me on edge. I fumbled with the nightstand and found the tube of K-Y Jelly. The thought of taking her in her sleep had me excited and slightly nervous. I soothed the cold jelly over the head of my cock, capped the tube, and then lay quietly a moment to see if she was still asleep. 

I moved close behind her and touched the crease of her ass tentatively. She made no movement; no sound but the breathing, smooth and even. My own heart was pounding in my ears. I couldn't tell why I found this so exciting, but there it was. Once again, I put my hand around to cup two breasts with one hand.

"MMmmmm." She murmured in her sleep. 

Her bare ass was hot against me. I pressed closer and let my cock press gently into the inviting space where legs and bottom met. I lay quiet again, but she slept on, unaware of my cock bursting with excitement between her thighs.

I moved my hand in a circle, teasing her nipples lightly.

"Mmmmm." I heard her moan.

I pressed my prick into the conjunction of all those soft curves. Moving slowly, I pressed between soft cheeks and found the long crease of her pussy. Again I paused, the head of my cock slick against her entry. Still she slept on.

When I felt the head of my cock slide into the furnace of her cunt, I felt her move at last. She shifted her hips, welcoming the blunt hardness and slipping over the head of it. I felt her body tense slightly. Her hot cunt bathed my sensitive cock. 

I thought briefly about how it might have felt to have Jolene's tight little pussy surround me like this. It had looked invitingly pink between the dark ebony pussy lips.

Still she slept on and I pushed further into her snug pussy. I felt her move a little more, letting me slip a little deeper. I could wait no longer and began a slow fucking motion. I could only get about three inches in because of the angle of her body, but I began enjoying the thrill of those three inches as I thrust in and out against her warm ass.

"Mmmmmm." She murmered. "Big. So big."

It made my cock swell even more, fucking her as she slept on. Her words sounded like she was dreaming. 

I thrust a little deeper.

"Fuck me honey." Her voice was laden with sleep; dream like. It excited me even more. My cock was sensitive to the moist folds of the tunnel that clenched me softly between her legs.

"More.... More.... Shove it in, honey!"

I changed the angle of my body and tugged gently at her hips, thrusting another inch into her hot cunt.

"Yes!" She muttered.

"More?" I whispered, my voice half gasping.

"Yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck..."

I continued fucking into her, the warm juices of her pussy flooding me now.

"Yes, fuck me... fuck me... fuck me, Danny! Fill me..."

I was stricken. She had said "Danny" it was the clearest word of all.

I slumped back. 

I thought about it. 

That must mean it's true. They were together. A cold blanket of realization had dropped over me. 

Suddenly I knew the fantasy was thrilling, but reality was harder to take. 

I felt her press back against me for more, but I was done. My cock wilted and slipped from her pussy. I listened as her breathing returned to its regular pace.

I lay a long time thinking about my reaction. What to do? I was not sure I could live with the knowledge that she had actually fucked someone else; had been unfaithful! After urging her in this direction for so long, it was a shock to find that I couldn't live with it. 

What to do? A cold lump settled into the pit of my stomach.

At last, I slipped out of bed, dressed, and went silently downstairs, my shaving kit dangling from my fingers.

In the kitchen, I searched for the spare key to my mother's home. Mom would be in Florida for six months and that would give me some time to decide what to do about my marriage. The ache in my stomach was still there as I pulled into the driveway to her deserted house.

...To be continued.



Bridge Group Ch. 09



Chapter 09 – A Year Of Turmoil

Joanne:

I woke with a start, staring into the dark silence. Something was wrong. I glanced at the glowing red numbers reading 4:23AM and allowed my brain to reassemble the events and realize that I had fallen into a sound sleep waiting for Jack to arrive home. Still I sensed that something was wrong. Turning over, I swept my arm across his side of the bed.

Empty!

“Good grief, is he seeing someone behind my back?” I said to myself, a twinge of panic clutching me. 

The irony of that thought after my own weekend of sex with Danny flooded through my mind. It didn’t push it out of my mind, just mingled there.

“Maybe he’s just out late.” I murmured. I closed my eyes, still troubled. 

“Too early to get up.”

But sleep would not come. By 6 AM I had all I could take of lying awake with my thoughts and got out of bed and ducked under a steaming shower.  The steam couldn’t remove the wrinkled forehead of worry, though. 

“Where could he be? Not an accident, I hope.” 

I stood thinking, soaping tender nipples and wondering. I slipped the soapy bath mitt between my legs and cautiously explored and soothed the tenderness there as well. I closed my eyes and gently soaped my pummeled pussy lips. I couldn’t help letting the smile return to my face. He had been so very eager, my young lover.

I felt like a new woman. I had asserted my own needs and run off with a young, virile, eager man who couldn’t keep his hands off me.

As I went down the stairs, apprehension returned, dousing the pleasure of reminiscing on the events of the past few days.

“Where on earth can Jack be?”

While the coffee drizzled and the toaster took its time with two slices of marble rye, I checked the phone for messages. None. The sun came above the horizon and began chasing the gloom from the room while I sipped the scalding hot coffee and crunched the satisfyingly crisp toast. I stared off into the morning light, and Danny’s taut, youthful body sprang back into my mind. My god! How he had loved me! His body beautifully lean. His cock firm and insatiable as it nuzzled me and then thrust inside. 

I loved the excited look of wide-eyed pleasure as he had slipped in the very first time. His voice caught in his throat as he gasped, .. .. .. what had he said? I tried to remember exactly.

“Ohhh, … … my god! Ohh, … … so … hot! … “ He had said as he flattened himself against my body.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts and solve the mystery of my missing spouse. There was a scratch pad on the other side of the table, near the phone. I tried to read it by craning my neck, then reached across to draw it nearer. There was no note. Just a scribbled phone number in Jack’s masculine scrawl.

It was an out of town number, but it looked vaguely familiar. I dialed, and waited a long time until a groggy male voice answered. 

“Theta House.”

I hung up without speaking. A cold curtain seemed to close around me. Theta House, Danny’s fraternity house. 

Caught! Caught in my very first extramarital affair! 

I realized that Jack had called Danny. Suspicious, I suppose. He had found that Danny was out of town, put two and two together, and leaped to the conclusion.

A cold lump settled in my chest. I resented his jumping to the conclusion - then realized how crazy that was. But where was he last night? Getting even already? All the strange possibilities filtered through my mind. 

“Where is he now?” I heard my voice say.

I picked up the phone and then put it down just as quickly. I couldn’t call his office. 

“What if he is not there either? How will I explain not knowing where the hell he is?” I thought. I sat there, willing the phone to ring; but it remained silent.

Trying to take my mind off what had become a big problem, I unpacked my bag and put all the clothes into the washer, examining each garment as I dropped it into the water. The torn panties I stuffed into my pocket to discard discreetly.

“You pick a hell of a time to be discreet!” I muttered to myself. I leaned against the warmth of the washer as the agitator strained under its load. Everything reminded me of fucking Danny, even the back and forth slapping sound of the washer. I shook my head, trying to hold back those thoughts.

It was a long day. Jack didn’t call. On top of everything else, it was a rainy, gloomy day; my mood sank lower by the hour. 

I found myself talking to myself, rehearsing the difficult conversation I knew would come when Jack got home. I was getting angry with him for not calling. At the same time, I was thinking through all that happened.

After all, Jack was the one who had brought me along to this affair. 

“He was right, I had been too up-tight sexually. 

“I was way too repressed about sex. I realize that now. It was bad for our marriage.” 

Replaying the events of the last few years, I stared gloomily out into the drizzling evening darkness.

“It was you who realized it first! You who kept suggesting those things. You how wanted me to play out your fantasies! You!” Tears rolled slowly down my cheeks as I sipped a little more wine.

My upbringing had been very restrictive about sexual matters. It was never discussed except in a “you don’t do it” manner of speaking. And then when we married, it was hard to make it all right in my mind. I even wanted to hide in the dark to undress at first. Jack was patient I guess, but eventually, it started to bug him. But that was just in the beginning. I was a shy person. It took a long time before I was self-confident enough even for nudity in marriage.

“I was shocked at what you wanted to do! But you just didn’t give up. It was one thing after another. And then the fantasies involving Danny started,” I said indignantly. The sound of my voice echoed around the empty house.

But the fantasies about Danny made me smile.

“But, you were right, Jack, you were right.” I muttered. “I don’t want to be that “mousy” little girl again. I don’t want to spend the second half of my life hiding under a bushel basket! No! You’re just going to have to get used to it. I got used to you, you know! You and your wild ideas!”

My practice for the big argument was rationalizing my behavior and making me feel vindicated. Where was he, I wondered. Why doesn’t he come home and get it over with?

“I know this can’t last. Oh, yes, I know it can’t last. Danny will move on soon. On to someone his age, someone right for him. ….. And that will be OK too.  But for now, …….. for now …… I .. just .. have … to have …… him. I just hope you can .. deal with it, ,, ,,, dear Jack.”

Jack’s car lights turned into the drive. I sat waiting in the darkness, not bothering to turn on the lamp. The garage door closed.

I wiped a tear from my cheek and turned on a light. The door opened and Jack was standing in the doorway.

“How could you do it?” No hello, no nothing. Just that accusing question. My heart sank.

It went downhill from there. 

“What do you mean ‘how could I do it?”

“Don’t give me that! You betrayed my trust!”

“Listen, Jack, you’re the one who started th .. .. ..!” I began.

“Don’t give me that crap. That was all for OUR pleasure! You just did this for YOUR pleasure alone! How could you?” It was as if he too, had been rehearsing his speech.

“Be reasonable, Jack. Let’s talk this through. You know it can’t last. It’s just something I had to do for me.”

We talked, mostly in loud voices, for a couple of hours. I thought at one point that he was going to hit me. I flinched and he drew back a little, falling silent.  

Sullenly, he stormed up the stairs. I followed, trying to convince him that he should stay. I sat on the bed as he packed a bag.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Away from here. Away from you! I can’t take it!”

“But, Jack.. .. ..”

But he slammed the door and I stood silently biting my fingernail as I heard the car start and screech slightly as it left the driveway.





Jack:

“Six months. Yeah, it’s been about six months, now.’

“Are you getting a divorce, then?” Jolene asked, tilting her head and turning to look at me. We were sitting way back in the corner of the bar and I saw the disk jockey motion toward her. 

“I dunno. Just separated right now.”

“I gotta go, I’m up next. She put her hand on my arm and spun around on the barstool. I looked down and looked longingly at the dark top of stockings in the split of her dress. She grinned at me and nudged my shoulder.

I watched as she began her hip-swiveling dance, slowly losing her clothes and hanging upside down on the vertical brass bars at each end of the stage. I watched as the front row guys got their thrills pushing dollar bills down the front of her g-string.

When she returned, she was carrying the dress and she was nude, standing next to me, steadying herself on my arm as she tugged at the sling of her pump.

“You know, I’m glad we have become friends. I like you coming in and talking,” She said. “But I have to go make some money.”

I laughed sardonically. “Yeah, I know, I know, I’m a lousy tipper!”

“Right, but you’re cute!” She whispered into my ear. I could feel the warmth of her body. “Listen, it’s my birthday tomorrow. I’m not working. Want to come to my house for dinner?” Her luscious lips were crimson and inviting.

“Really? I should take you out. How about that?”

“Thought you’d never ask, sweetie! I accept.”

I watched the beautiful fluid roundness of her bottom as she walked away and then turned quickly to catch me staring at her.  She grinned, and I pretended embarrassment and turned away.

After a few lap dances over the next few weeks, it was clear that I was a fan of hers. I was one of her regulars, and we had nice conversations that had become even more important than the feel of her pussy snuggling against my lap, or those firm young breasts against my face. We even slipped out for a cup of coffee on her breaks. The coffee breaks soon dominated. We each knew a lot about each other’s lives. Her father had left when she was 5. Her mother was a saint who had kept her straight. Now she was dancing to pay her way through college. It was a nice American story. I liked her very much, too. I thought she like me too.

So, now it was going to be a date. “My god,” I wondered, “what the hell do you do on a date these days?”

Her apartment was in a new complex on the East Side, a few blocks from the college. Her roommate answered the door. 

‘You’re Jack?” She leered.

“I’m Jack.” 

“Come on in. She’ll be ready in a minute. I’m Sally. Sit down, I’ll be leaving in a few minutes, got a class.” She curled up on the end of the couch, long caramel colored legs tucking under her knee length, black skirt.

“What’s your major, …….?”

Before she could answer, Jolene came down the hall, fastening an earring to her earlobe.

“Are you flirting with my roommate already? I can’t trust you out of my sight!”

They giggled together and left me sitting there feeling a little tongue-tied between two beautiful girls.

“OK, OK, I’m going, I’m going! I can take a hint.” Sally protested as she swung toward the door, an armload of books under her arm.

Still fiddling with her earring, Jolene turned a radiant smile toward me, and waited for me to say something. I was dumbstruck. She looked gorgeous. Accustomed as I was to seeing her nude or in slinky, sexily sequined dresses, I was unprepared for this. I have no idea what I expected, but a beautiful girl looking just like a choir member ready for church wasn’t it. Jolene wore a tasteful, knee-length brown dress. It fit her body beautifully, but not tight, not obvious. It draped gracefully over full hips and cinched her slim waist to focus attention on full, round breasts. A button closed the top at her neck, and topped a tasteful oval space where the hint of breasts, lovely and ripe peeked out. A single strand of pearls and solitary pearl earrings looked elegant against rich dark skin.

“You look, … wonderful …” I managed. I handed her a small gift box. “This is a little nothing, really. But, happy birthday.” It was a simple silk scarf, carefully selected, but nothing special.

“Oh, .. a present! I love presents. Thank you!” She opened it hurriedly and held it up. “Its perfect. I love pretty scarves! Thank you.” I suddenly wished I had brought something more, it seemed so insignificant. Jolene, however, seemed to like it. She turned to a large mirror and slipped the pearls off and substituted the scarf, then turned to me. 

“What do you thin k? I don’t need the pearls now!” Her enthusiasm made it perfect. She looked at the mirror, adjusted the knot to the side and looked at me, her white teeth gleaming in a happy smile.

It looked perfect. A nice touch of color, perfectly coordinated. Completely accidental, but perfect. She looked like an ad for cosmetics, if you know what I mean. That gleaming, clean look the models have in the ads.

Dinner was excellent in my favorite restaurant. It’s small, and the service is unobtrusive and knowledgeable. All eyes, male and female, were on Jolene.  She was charming and good company. My morale was at a high. 

As we came out of the restaurant, she asked: “Shall I take YOU to one of my favorite places, now?” 

Not knowing what to expect, I followed as she led the way to a private club in a basement downtown. The door opened, just barely, onto a large, low-ceilinged room, jammed with people. The noise was louder than I like, but I was in the mood for anything. I followed Jolene through the crowd, which parted for her graceful entry. She held a hand back for mine and I followed her swiveling hips and round bottom through multicolored lights swirling around us. 

As the crowd parted, all eyes were on Jolene, including mine. We stood behind a double line of people at the bar and she held my hand and leaned close to be heard:

“Like it?”

I laughed and shrugged, then changed it to a nodding “YES!” She laughed and turned to the bar.

The bartender tipped his head and looked at her, mouthing a hello. He said something to the crowd at the bar and they let Jolene reach in for two drinks. He smiled and waved away any money. Obviously, Jolene was a big hit here.

Again I followed the slim waist and the round bottom happily, turning to the wave of eager males along the way and muttering:

“No way, Mac. Not a chance.” I was enjoying being in her entourage. We found a place to stand and sip our drinks. Again, she snuggled close to me, still standing regally amid the attention. 

I slipped my hand around her back and sensed the silk sliding over her slim waist. She leaned against me as I caressed the swell of her hip. Her wrist brushed against my cock and she looked up at me with a sly grin. I pulled her tight against me and languished in the pleasure of her youthful body pressed warm and feline against me. I looked down the dark valley between her breasts and my cock swelled against her hand.

We danced, or wriggled with the crowd to music that I didn’t recognize. 

A good-looking young guy asked for a dance and she looked at me for permission, then went off to the floor. I stood in the middle of a psychedelic scene, a bit out of place, but feeling good.  I watched as her lithe form moved gracefully under the lights over the dance floor. 

When she returned, the young guy muttered “Thank you, sir., ” and moved away. The ‘sir’ took a little edge off the scene for me, but I recovered. 

Jolene took my hand and led me through the rest of the room and out a side door. The door closed and the silence was stunning. She giggled mischievously.

“Did you really like it?”

“Sure!” I grinned.

We laughed happily down the street to the car and I watched her long legs tuck neatly in through the door, skirt hiking high on her thighs.

As I started the car, she said, “I have one hour left of my birthday. Do I get to ask one very personal question?”

“I guess so. Yes.” I said, not knowing where this might go.

“OK, then.” She paused. “Are you going to invite me to sleep over?” Her eyes smiled.

We sat smiling at each other.  Finally, I said, “Now how am I to answer a question like that?”

“Sorry. I was just afraid you might not ask. That’s all.”

It was quiet for a moment as I drove down the street.

“Jolene, will you sleep over tonight?”

Her hand slipped over mine. “Yes, .. I think I will! I thought you’d never ask.”

I parked the car in the curved driveway of my ancestral home and switched off the engine. Jolene was staring at the columns that fronted the big old-fashioned porch and the dark awnings hooding the windows upstairs.

“Jeeze! Mama lives good in the ‘hood, don’t she?” she said, affecting a very deep black patois and rolling her eyes at me.

“Yeah, Mom does OK.” I opened the door and walked around to open her door as she waited. The under-dash lights glowed over luxuriant, showgirl legs as she swung out and stood tall and lithe next to me, still looking at the house.

The heavy door swung in and I flipped on lights.

“Nice.” She murmured, looking around.

I opened a bottle of wine and sat across the coffee table from Jolene. She had slipped off her shoes and tucked her legs under her on the big deep couch.

“So, tell me, what’s happening with your wife?” 

“Ah, that. Well, not much, I guess. Why?”

“Just curious. You told me about being separated. Going to get divorced?”

I looked at her, and thought about it while I spread some cheese spread on a cracker and held it for her to nibble from my fingers.

“Sure you want to know all that ugly stuff?”

“Sure.”

“It’s not as easy as it sounds you know.”

“Are you talking?”

“Oh, yes. We’ve talked.” She waited expectantly and I looked longingly at her lovely young body. The pretty legs, the lush lips , the open collar so inviting between her breasts.

“And?”

“Trouble is, .. .. when you talk and both people get mad, the volume keeps going higher.  You see, she thinks she just did what I encouraged her to do -- get more sexually involved. She doesn’t see why I am suddenly so pissed off.”

“Are you sure you’re being fair?”

“Probably not. Who is in these things? One person raises her voice, then you raise yours. It gets so loud that you step back. It gets louder so you step back again. You find yourself shouting at the top of your voice from opposite sides of the room and then you can’t hear anything. Don’t let this happen to you, you hear?” I laughed, but the laugh was hollow.

“But you’re still trying?” Jolene snuggled deeper in to the couch and I appreciated the expanse of thigh she showed me.

“A little, I guess. Well, not really. God, I wish you weren’t studying sociology!”

Jolene laughed and I longed to kiss those lips that flashed open on white teeth.

“So, what’s holding up the divorce?” She asked.

“Despite the statistics, it isn’t so easy as it sounds. I think that the fifty percent of marriages that end in divorce, … … were never really marriages. A lot of them got married because it was time to get married, .. .. .. more than it was the right person. I mean, at least one partner didn’t commit in the first place.”

“Hmm, interesting.”

“Anyway, I’m surprised to find that that ‘til death do us part’ thing is a hard thing to toss out. I don’t know about other people, but, I find it hard to get past. Do you have any idea what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, I think so. So, it’s not that easy, eh? So why not forgive and forget.”

“Ah, that’s the other problem.” I laughed.

“Can’t do that either?” She said, a tiny smile crossing her lips.

“Nope.”

“Must be frustrating.” She said, sympathetically.

“You could say that,” I laughed halfheartedly.

Jolene asked to see the rest of the big old house and after a brief tour downstairs she followed me up the creaking stairs, watched as I wound the huge grandfather clock, and then peered into my old bedroom.




Bridge Group Ch. 09



“Your mother kept your room?” she asked, eyes arching, a smile prettily fetching my attention.

“Yeah. Kind of embarrassing, isn’t it?” I flicked on the light and there was my old bunk bed, a desk now cluttered with a pair of skis I had been doing a little maintenance on and walls full of old clippings. The centerfold pictures were from years before they started showing all, pretty girls with their legs clamped tight together.

“And this is where you abused yourself as a kid, I suppose?” She said, a taunting grin across her pretty face. She sat on the lower bunk bed and peered up at me accusingly.

“Many, many times. Lots of happy moments there!” 

Jolene giggled and asked where the ‘little girl’s room’ was. I pointed across the hall and she slipped past me and then closed the door quietly.

I turned to the desk and idly toyed with the ski binding, turning on the old-fashioned desk lamp to see better. Intent on the task, I didn’t hear Jolene come down the hall. The overhead light went out, leaving the room dimly illuminated by the desk lamp,

She was wearing only panties and the scarf around her neck. Smiling, she stood next to the bunk beds, statuesque, lithe, beautiful. Her breasts were firm and round and jutted toward me proudly. Her panties were just a shade lighter than her skin, a rich creamy caramel color, satin smooth and taut across a pubic, mound that stood out from a firm tummy, faintly rounded. Between her legs, the square H-shape looked inviting.

“Can I be your dream girl?”

No matter how old and experienced you get, you never get over the clutzy feeling that a pretty girl taking off her clothes gives you when you are still clothed. 

I accepted her invitation and Jolene unwound her lovely body into my old bunk bed. It had never looked so good, even in my adolescent dreams. She lay back against the wall, one foot on the floor, the other knee raised, and smiled out at me. My eyes never left her as I wrenched my clothes off and approached her. 

“It’s going to be awfully cramped. You sure?” 

“We’ll manage.” She said, suppressing a giggle once again. 

Her hands were out to me and knelt on the floor and stared at her lovely dusky body. I could see the hint of a dark triangle of hair under the silky panties and knelt on the floor to lean closer, parting her legs as Jolene scooted around to accommodate me. I nuzzled and kissed my way along smooth, wondrous thighs and drank in the scent of her sex and her perfume in deep breaths, filling my lungs and my mind with her beauty.

“You don’t have to .. .. ..” She began.

I pressed my lips against the flat panel of panties against incredibly soft folds of her pussy lips and slowly, very slowly, moved my lips back and forth across her crease. My lips barely touched her, just sensing and feeling the soft resilience of her most secret part. 

Her scent was rich and heavy under my nose, that now touched the crisp tuft of curls over the point of her mound. I felt I could have stayed just like that for the rest of the evening and been perfectly content. It was sensuous in the extreme, having this beautiful young body, fresh and yielding under my lips. I slipped my hands under her bottom and relished the fullness under the silky panties. Jolene smiled down at me, making no move, just letting me graze contentedly, as I fondled her body.

“It’s not necessary.. .. .. ..” She said quietly.

I began sliding the panties down, loathe to lose the silky sennsation. She raised her hips and watched as I hungrily pressed my lips against her bare pussy. I could sense her reaching down to slip the panties from the leg where they had clung as my tongue parted those sweet lips for the first time.

“Oh, .. my!” She murmured.

I smiled up at her and then examined her pussy more closely.  Between her dark brown lips glistening bright with moisture, her inner lips were a radiant fuchsia color. It was a shocking, pleasing contrast. This bright pink color against her dark skin radiated sensuality. It took my breath away for a moment, and then I kissed the tiny bud at the top of her inviting crease and softly sucked it between my lips. I looked up into her dark brown eyes and saw the pleasure mixed with apprehension in her face. She relaxed into pleasure as my tongue caressed her clitoris moistly. 

Her breasts, still firm-looking in this position, slumped voluptuously to form a crease at the base of each. Her nipples jutted arrogantly, inviting me to suckle. 

My hands still lifted her bottom like a chalice from which my lips savored thick creamy juices. My nose nestled in the tangled thicket of coarse black hair, quite different in texture from any I had touched before. I found it very pleasant, and very exciting. As my tongue explored her, my nose enjoyed this new sensation accompanied by the scent of her perfume.

I slipped my tongue deeper into her vagina and felt her move with pleasure against my mouth.

“Mmmmmm … … yes.”

I continued tasting her, my tongue circling the small opening. I slipped one finger into her and beckoned against the firm spot behind her clitoris. She jumped slightly at the touch, then put her hand on my head, encouraging more. The hot, wet cream of her body surrounded my finger as I fondled inside her snug vagina.

“Ohhhh, .. .. .. Mmmmmm .. .. ..!” she gasped slightly, her fingers twirling my hair as she guided my head slightly, tugging me deeper. Jolene’s eyes closed with pleasure, her nipples even more crisp looking in the dim light. I continued my licking and fondling.

“You know, .. ..” She paused. 

“What?”

“It’s just that I have never liked that. When someone did that to me before. I didn’t really like it so much.. .. .. .. but, .. .. what you did, .. .. I liked very much!” 

She finished the sentence breathily into my ear as I snuggled against her on the lower bunk. I was hoping that it didn’t collapse under us.

We lay there, kissing and touching, lying on our sides. My hands were full of her breasts. They felt incredibly heavy and perfect; round and firm. I fondled, squeezed, smoothed them, enjoyed them, enjoyed the wonderfully sensual feel of her skin. I teased her nipples with poised fingertips, and then explored lightly the twin globes and the subtle little crease at the base of her breasts. 

Jolene pressed her tongue deep into my mouth, exploring, teasing, twirling my tongue. Her lips sucked on mine, sucked my tongue into her warm mouth. Her hand reached between us and I shuddered at the touch of her fingers surrounding my hard cock. She moved so that she could brush the sensitive tip of my cock against the crisp patch of curls at her mound and then led me to explore the softness of her pussy lips. She squirmed as the length of my cock nestled between her thighs, snug against her pussy lips, and then pressed her legs tight together around me.  We lay there fondling each other with our bodies, like two cats curling against each other. It was exquisite, hard to describe in words. Elegant. Lovely. 

“Come on, Tiger,” she whispered into my ear, “just like in your teenage dreams.  I want you.”

I rolled on top of beautiful, soft Jolene.

“Sweetheart, it was never anything like as good as this!” I murmured. Jolene giggled happily and opened her legs wide for me.

As I probed between her fuchsia lips for that heavenly tunnel, Jolene tilted her hips to help, and I felt the shock of her body heat as the exposed head of my cock slipped inside. We looked at each other wide-eyed at the sensation, then smiled into each other’s eyes. She thrust up along my length and I sank deep into her snug vagina and rested against her for a long moment of pleasure.

“Oh, baby, .. ..” She said.

“Yeah, me too, .. .. ..” I replied, feeling the smooth moist warmth of her along the entire length of my cock. The coarse black hair of her mound pressed against my own at the base of my cock. I pressed closer, wanting more of that tactile sensation against my body.

Jolene put her feet against the upper bunk and squirmed with me.

“This is not so bad, is it?” She teased.

“I was wrong. Perfect fit!” 

Somehow the tight quarters of the bunk beds didn’t bother us at all. We were snuggly coupled. I confess that I did briefly think of all those nights where this would have been an unfulfilled dream of my adolescence. But the real sensation of Jolene’s body brushed aside any dreams other than the present.

Using the upper bunk for leverage, Jolene thrust against me as I thrust into her body. Her pussy clasped my cock. I felt all the little rills and valleys of her tight vagina teasing pleasure buds along the entire length of my cock. The head of my cock explored dream-like moist depths. She felt smooth and velvety inside. She held onto me as I pulled out until the tighter ring at the outer end of her tunnel grasped the deep crease behind the head of my dick. Then she would suck me right back inside, as I slipped deep and her legs opened wider to get all of me inside her pleasure.

“Now, .. .. harder, .. harder, .. .. give it to me! Fuck me. Now!” She gasped.

“Yes!” I rasped in her ear.

Her legs clasped my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck tightly as her orgasm took control. I urgently thrust harder, straining to reach deeper, struggling to touch more of her. I was hanging on, trying to be good, as Jolene bucked and thrust in taut orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it .. .. that’s it .. .. more .. .. more … come on .. give .. it … to …. ME!”

I felt my balls tightening and again shoved my cock deeper into her wonderfully tight vagina. Again and again, I thrust, my toes tensely pressing against the slats at the end of the bed, shoving my cock hard and fast into her.  The old bunk beds shook under the pounding of our bodies.

“Ohhhhhhhh! .. “ I felt her quiver violently, heard her stifled cry of pleasure close against my ear, then her relaxation under me. 

“Come, baby!” she murmured.

I felt my hot sperm shooting up the channel of my cock and into Jolene.

“That’s it, give it to me!” She whispered.

Spurt after hot spurt issued as I thrust firmly into the welcoming warmth of her body. I slumped onto her, spent at last.  I rolled off her body, leaving my thigh between hers as our juices dribbled from her snug pussy and our perspiration-covered bodies exuded the steamy heat of our passion. Jolene snuggled closer, clasping my thigh between her own.

‘You’re a wonderful lover!” I murmured into her ear, nibbling strands of her hair with my lips.

“You, too, lover.” She smiled.

I had the coffee brewing and sliced potatoes sautéing on the griddle when she came downstairs. Her hair was sleep-tousled and her lips smiling.

“I found one of your shirts, OK?” She asked.

She looked cute. The white shirt reached below her panty line except on the sides where I recognized the tan lace. Three buttons remained open, glimpsing those lovely round breasts, probably slightly abraded by my beard.

“Looks better on you than me.” I said, “But you have to button the flaps down, you know.” I buttoned the collar tabs as she stood close and looked up expectantly for the kiss. My hands brushed the top slopes of her breasts and she pressed closer.

Over crisp bacon, eggs, potatoes and toast, we talked lazily about last night, about what she wants to do with her life, that sort of thing. 

“Where do you ski?” She asked.

“We have a chalet in Colorado. Haven’t been for a while. Not very inviting sport alone.”

“I envy you. I only get to go about once a year, if that.”

“Oh, you ski?”

“Yes, love it.”

“Want to go sometime? I still own at least half of the chalet, I think! I better take advantage of it; she might have everything soon.”

“Not sure I can afford it this year. But I’d love to go.”

“Don’t worry. I have airline miles out the wazoo!”

“Really?”

In a few minutes we had set a tentative weeklong ski trip for December. It was something to look forward to.



Bridge Group Ch. 10



Chapter 10 – Pleasure and Pain – Always Together

Joanne:

“My god, …… I’m lonely!” 

The words sounded hollow in the huge house; not even an echo because of all the carpets and drapes. The past few months have convinced me that life alone is not for me. Jack and I living together for all these years created a dependency that only comes clear now that I am alone. No matter what life together had in the way of complications, the uncomplicated life alone is …. .. complicated. The silence of the house bore down around me and I felt purposeless.

Getting with old friends is a problem. Most of them are married and you know what they say about three being a crowd. Even getting together with the girls is difficult because they don’t understand exactly why Jack and I are separated and they feel uncomfortable about it. Conversation becomes tense and difficult.

I turned out the lights and went up to my lonely bed. It was not possible to think of what Jack might be doing. And yet, to call him would be giving in.  I wasn’t ready for that, and besides, our conversations still become hostile. I blamed Jack, and he certainly blames me.

Fitful sleep led inevitably to another day dawning. It was Thursday, time for my weekly visit to Good Hair Lair and my longtime hairdresser, Joy.

“You know, Joanne, why don’t you and I go out for dinner sometime? It would be fun!” she said, tipping me back into the shampoo sink while she tested the water temperature.

I looked at Joy with a wry smile.  I realized she was serious. Joy had been doing my hair for five years, at least. My weekly appointment was usually an adventure. Guessing what her hairstyle would be, guessing what new adventure her single-mother lifestyle had produced during the past week; it was always something new. We had a lot of laughs comparing our differing live styles over the years. 

t would never have occurred to me that we had enough in common to make an evening together of interest. She is aware that I am on my own since Jack decided not to come home and she also knew that I was having my ups and downs. I had even told her of my young lover, to which her encouragement had been: “Good for you! You deserve it! About time you took care of Number 1!”

“You’re serious,” I said, smiling into the gray-blue eyes framed today with black hair streaked generously with platinum, curving under her cheeks.

“Sure!” She should have been chewing gum to make the stereotypical hair stylist complete, but instead there was just that devilish grin with lots of white teeth behind bright red lipstick and a thorough make-up job. “Ever been to Captain Billy’s? You’ll love it.”

I thought it over, staring at the ceiling, as Joy washed my hair and continued her steady flow of conversation. I said nothing, still thinking that it was a bit strange going out to dinner with Joy knowing that her nightlife included casual romantic adventures that spiced up her chatter.

As she spun me around to see the result of her labors, she grinned into the mirror.

“So, …. What ‘ya say?”

“Looks fine, as usual.  You couldn’t take out those wrinkles while you’re at it, take about ten years off?”

She laughed at my joke.

“Hey, you’re looking great! Don’t need any years taken off. You’d be too much competition.”

“So, …. What do you say, Joanne, want to take a walk on the wild side?”

I paused and stared into her eyes. Smiling self-consciously, I finally replied. 

“Well, .. .. why not? It would be fun.”

“Great, how about tonight?”

“OK, tonight it is! I had better drive and meet you, though. I think you might outlast me.”

Billy himself greeted me at the door, leaning against one of those fake posts with a huge rope twined around it that seafood restaurants usually have. 

“Bet you’re looking for Joy, Right?” He smiled expectantly, slapping the menu against his hand. “She told me to watch out for her glamorous girl friend.”

He led me to the back of the bar area where Joy seemed deep in conversation with a good-looking guy in a tie and jacket. The music was quiet and the lighting subdued. Joy’s long legs flashed around toward me as I approached. 

“Ah, there you are. Our table ready, Billy?”

She slipped off the tall stool, displaying silky legs as the young man gaped at her, then looked disappointed as his eyes took me in. Her skirt rode up over voluptuous thighs and she landed smilingly in front of me.

“Nice talking to you, Jeff. This is my friend, Joanne. Joanne, Jeff.”

“Uh, hullo,” He muttered, not forgetting to smile.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” I apologized.

We went off to a table on the upper level of the plush restaurant, leaving Jeff looking longingly after Joy as she switched her cute little fanny through the maze of tables.

It was easy talking to Joy. We didn’t have the baggage that existed with my married friends, and I soon found myself letting it all hang out. My innerrmost thoughts about my life alone spilled out. 

“So, are you seeing this young guy now?”

I looked into my lap for a moment before responding.

“Occasionally, yes. I can’t seem to resist …,” I smiled sardonically into her smiling eyes.

“The sex is good, then, right?”

“Yes, the sex is good. He’s becoming a good lover, actually. I guess I’m addicted. I keep telling myself that I have to just cut it off, but then he comes home from school and, well ….” I trailed off into silence and looked off over the restaurant, which beginning to fill up.

“Would I know him?” She laughed, realizing how that sounded. “I mean ..”

“No, I don’t think so. Just one of the neighborhood hunks. It started as one of those sexual fantasy conversations that Jack brought up. But then, it got closer and closer to reality, and suddenly, …. It was real.”

“No kidding, ….that is .. well, .. . wild!” She laughed and then stifled the laugh.

The wine was good and I found myself relaxing for the first time in weeks --relaxing and letting my hair down to an eager listener. 

Dinner came and I picked at it, continuing to air my woes and not a little of my sexual adventures. Joy pressed carefully for more details, seeding the conversation with her own experiences.

“ …. …. So, once in awhile I let someone take me home, .. .. you know, nothing serious, …. Just loneliness, .. well, also just needing to get laid, let’s face it.” She laughed a bit too loudly and looked toward the bar self-consciously. “But, sex is good, for chrissake!” she ended, reaching to touch my wrist.

I nodded agreement. “I haven’t done the bar scene so far, Joy, but then, I am still married.”

“So?” she said. “What do you think Jack is doing? You think he is sitting home looking out the window? Not likely!”

“You’re probably right. But, anyway, I don’t think I can do that. Wouldn’t solve my real problem, I guess.”

“Where’s the little girls’ room?” I said, looking around.

“That way; you go ahead, I’ll meet you in the bar, then, OK?”

The Ladies’ Room was large and sparkling clean. As I washed my hands, I looked into the mirror into the eyes of the beautiful black girl next to me. She smiled.

“Hi.”

“Hi, having a good time? Nice place isn’t it?” I said.

“Yes, and yes,” She said, her white teeth brilliant against full red lips. 

She was dressed tastefully, and the dress emphasized her gorgeous figure. The silk scarf around her neck was perfect with her skin color and with the dress. She looked enough like a model to be one. I watched as she fussed with the neckline, leaning forward to see how her cleavage looked. It looked lovely, her breasts round and inviting, even to another woman.

I followed her out and we chatted, walking together down the hall, and then parted as she turned down the steps to the lower level dining area. A row of plants served as a divider.

“Bye! Nice talking to you,” She smiled.

I waved and then watched her pert bottom and swinging skirt as she walked gracefully down the stairs. I glanced around for Joy and then swept my eyes over the lower level to see the black girl join her date at a table in the back.  

He was white.

He was older.

He was Jack!

A lump formed in my throat. I realized that I was very jealous. The jealous reaction burned. I wanted to storm over to the table and demand an explanation, but I didn’t. Instead, I turned and took my rage to the end of the bar where Joy was already in conversation with a man. 

“This is my friend Joanne. Joanne, this is … did you say David?”

“Derek,” he corrected, “glad to meet you, Joanne.”  

They were facing each other and Joy’s skirt draped across shapely legs. I couldn’t help thinking that her skirt tented across her thighs where you couldn’t see her panties, but formed a cave where a man’s eyes would begin yearning to see the panties just an inch from sight. I wondered if it was intentional. She touched his knee as she made a point. I wasn’t tuned in to the conversation yet, my mind and eyes being on the couple at the other end of the restaurant.

Derek signaled to a friend across the bar and I saw him make his way toward us. Derek introduced him as Craig. Craig turned on his brightest smile and asked me to dance.

“Yes, I’d love to,” I smiled up at him. I realized this was crazy, but it wouldn’t hurt to give Jack something to think about, I thought.

Each time we turned, I looked out to see if Jack was looking our way, and each time I was disappointed. I wanted him to feel the same jealous, empty feeling that I had in seeing him. Craig’s hand slipped down from my waist to my hip. I thought a moment, then pressed closer to him. His hand smoothed across my back and stroked the band of my bra. I had to admit that it was a seductive thing to do, just hinting at intimacy, exploring my underwear. I felt his finger find the size tag under my dress and trace its outline.

“What are you doing, “ I giggled, and looked up into his eyes.

Craig grinned. “Exploring, just exploring. Making a mental map,” he laughed.

I laughed along with him and felt his thigh between mine as he turned to make that contact happen. My mound rode against his thigh and I felt his erection inside the thigh I was riding against. It felt nice, even though I had no intention of being picked up.

His hand pressed against my bottom, urging me closer. I pulled his hand back to respectability.

My mind was across the room, though. I finally decided that I had every right to stalk across the room and confront Jack. After all, we are still married and he is cheating on me, regardless of what I have done. “If he thinks he is going to go completely unscathed when he is out with some tramp, he has another think coming!” I thought.

Craig’s hand strayed lower on my hip.

“Someone is getting ahead of himself, don’t you think?” I said it playfully and he just laughed and returned his playful hand to my bra strap.

“Sorry about that!”

“That’s OK. You’re a good dancer, Craig!” I offered.

I turned to scan the restaurant and found that Jack and the black girl had left. Now the empty feeling returned. The music stopped and we went back to join Derek and Joy. Derek’s hand rested on the black nylon of her thigh and they were deep in conversation.  

“I’m going to the ladies’, Joy, want to come?”

“Yes, coming!” She replied. Derek leaned close and nuzzled her cheek as she slid seductively off the stool between his open legs.

“Do you like him?” She muttered, taking my arm as we walked down the hallway.

“Oh, he’s a nice guy, Joy. But I don’t want to lead him on. I should leave soon.

“Leave? Why? You seem to be getting along pretty well on the dance floor.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m a married woman. This is just not my scene. I haven’t been out like this in, what, 20 years, more than that, actually. I laughed and nudged her playfully. “Really, I should go. You should stay, though. No problem, I don’t want to be in your way.”

“I can’t keep both of them, Jo!” She opened the door and I went in.

We were in adjoining booths.

“You should have a good night out, you know. You’ll get cabin fever. I think Craig has the hots for you.” Her laughter echoed against the pink tiled walls.

“I might have one more dance. He’s cute though, isn’t he.”

“Yes, he is.”

When I stood up, I noticed the wine was having an effect and braced myself between the walls for a moment.

We walked back toward the bar. I agreed to stay a bit longer, and Joy urged me to let myself go, and have a good time. 

“You need it!” she said, smiling devilishly.

“Here’s my dance partner!” Craig said over Derek’s shoulder. “You’re just in time, Joanne, the band just came back.”

“Lead on, MacDuff,” I said, laughing and slipping under his arm for one last turn around the dance floor.

Craig twirled me out and then back in against his body and I felt his hand trail softly across both breasts, as if by accident.  He was a seductive one, I thought.

“I have to be going soon, you know,” I said.

“Not so soon. Who will I dance with? Derek is taken!” 

We laughed about that and he pulled me closer.  I could feel his erect cock against my stomach and, in spite of myself, I intentionally brushed against it as we danced. There is nothing so sexy as the feel of a man’s cock brushing against you through his trousers. It is always so firm and warm and so completely and totally sexual. It’s wonderful, I have to admit. I let it stroke against me a little more as we danced slowly and moved less and less. Finally, we stopped and swayed together, enjoying his cock sliding against the silky slipperiness of my skirt and slip and panties.

“Why must you leave?” he asked, his breath soft in my ear.

“Well, It’s not my scene, you know. I’m married, and haven’t been out like this for too many years to count.”

“But you are such a good dancer. I don’t often get to dance with someone who knows how.”

He lead a few more steps, turning us in a circle and I felt his cock slip smoothly across my stomach from one flank to the other.

“Not mine, either, by the way.”

“Not your what?” I said, puzzled.

“Not my scene. I usually just stay in the hotel and let Derek go out on his own. I just felt like getting out tonight. It’s depressing hanging around a hotel room. I’m married too, by the way.”

“Shame on you! What would your wife say to dancing with me .. .. uh, so close, …. I mean, .. like this?” I pressed my mound a little tighter for a moment and grinned up at him.

“Well, .. .. I’m not sure.” He smiled down at me.

“I don’t think she would like it, do you?”

“Well, sad to say, she might not care. Given that she may be having it on with a neighbor tonight while I’m out of town.”

“Oh? Why do you say that?” I asked, looking up into his eyes.

“Ah, well, I’m not absolutely sure; just some signs .. … .. . Not sure what to do, either.” His voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered into his chest. “I know what you mean.”

“You do? Really?”

“Yes, my husband and I are having a little problem too. Not all his fault, I have to admit. As a matter of fact, he was here earlier, with someone else. I couldn’t decide what to do until it was too late and they left.” I leaned my cheek against him and stared bleakly across the room.

“Jesus. You’re kidding!”

“No. It’s always more complicated than people think,” I said.

“True,” he agreed.

Craig led the way to a table against the wall. Joy and Derek were still in flirting positions, sipping their drinks. 

“Now, it looks for all the world like Joy and Derek have things all sorted out and no complications at all. How are they managing that?” he asked.

“Well, it always looks that way from the outside I suppose?” I smiled across the table and he signaled for a drink. “What did you mean about your wife being with a neighbor? None of my business, of course.”

He looked down at the table, his expression sad and serious. He began talking about his problems. “Well, I’m overstating it a bit, perhaps. Our sex life has just become dull. Uninteresting. Boring. That sounds awful, doesn’t it?”

“Well, we all think that once in awhile, I imagine,” I suggested.

“This has been a long time, I’m afraid. I think neither of us knows what to do about it. I get angry because she doesn’t seem interested. She clearly thinks it’s all I ever think about and that I’m a pervert. Things like that.” He looked at me with a wry smile and sipped the drink that had just arrived.

I looked at him questioningly. He continued.

“Like, I tried to add interest by suggesting playing out some fantasies. She went bananas!  Thought it was awful. ‘You don’t love me anymore,’ .. .. that sort of thing.”

“Maybe you picked the wrong fantasy,” I said.

He looked at me quizzically. “I don’t think she thinks people should have fantasies!”

“Everyone has fantasies.” I reassured him, “you probably only suggested YOUR fantasies, not hers.”

“That’s interesting. Why do you think everyone has them?”

“Ah, well, .. for example, when you find someone who is a kindred spirit on some mutually hot subject, .. .. and you find yourself talking intently? You inevitably have a fantasy – you think it would be neat to be closer, more intimate, have more time together, something like that. Right?”

“Yes. True. Never thought of it as fantasies, though.” He smiled and leaned across the table, chin on his hands. “You mean like you and I, .. .. tonight?”

I had to smile. “Yes, .. yes, .. I guess so. Sure! Exactly like this. Don’t you think you are having a fantasy right now?”

“Yes, are you too?” He laughed and then sucked his lips between his lips.

“I admit it, yes. You see what I mean?” I laughed.

“Are they the same fantasy, I wonder?” He leaned closer and smiled eargerly.

“Probably not quite the same,” I said gently.

I told him the rest of the story of how Jack had seduced me into tiny fantasies which let to bigger and wilder ones. He listened with complete attentiveness.

After I finished, he started telling me similarly detailed accounts of his frustrations. “Now to me that sounds a delightfully exciting way to get some interest and excitement back.” He went on to discuss his wife’s view that he never touched her except when he wanted sex or wanted her to do something perverted! The story went on and on.

“Isn’t it amazing that we can sit and talk so openly like this?” He asked at last. “If we were husband and wife, we would be sitting here just thinking our own thoughts!” 

I looked away and then nodded slowly. 

“Yes, it’s true, .. .. too often true!. We get so used to each other and have preconceived notions about the other’s responses after so many years, I guess. What do you think we should do about it?”

“It sounds like you and Jack both want to get it back. But, neither is willing to admit it to the other. I think you will be able to do it. You have to find someway to each say you’re sorry. How’s that for oversimplifying it from afar/”

“Maybe not too bad,” I laughed quietly. 

“Your turn, Joanne, how do I solve my problems? How do I make it exciting again? How do I get to play out my fantasies, for a start? Do I have to go outside marriage and find the fantasy?”

“I don’t know about that. But it sounds like Lori, .. .. .. you said her name was Lori, right?” 

He nodded. 

I continued, “We all play the character that we have taught ourselves to be. Or, what someone taught us to be as we were growing up. We won’t do anything that doesn’t fit into that self-image. My theory is that you have suggested your own fantasies and they are not things that fit into Lori’s self-image.”

He looked Intently at me and silently led me to the dance floor. He curled me gracefully into his arms until I was tightly against his body once again, my cheek against the rough tweed of his jacket, the scent of his aftershave and his body in my nostrils. His thigh pressed between my legs once again.




Bridge Group Ch. 10



“Tell me more,” he said.

“I’m not you should follow my advice, by the way. Look how much trouble it got me into.”

“No, go on, I’m intrigued by what you said. You think I’m selfish, I think you said.”

“Not exactly, you’re just not being very creative. Jack noticed when I was having tiny fantasies. He picked up on one of them and shaped it so I could accept it, .. .. .. .. a little at a time. Little by little, I became a very active partner. Unfortunately, I probably went too far,” I laughed unconvincingly. “See how easy it is to solve someone else’s problems if you don’t have to live it?”

“Hmmmm. You’re a treat, Joanne. You’re a real treat. I mean it!” His hand slipped under my arm as he twirled me and I felt him fondle the side of my breast. I felt my nipple harden as his fingertips brushed over it.

We pressed close again and I felt his lips touch my ear in a kiss. His cock was firm against my stomach. I slipped my hand under his jacket and fondled his waist and his back, and then slipped my fingers under the band of his pants and pressed him close.


We returned to the bar where Joy and Derek were still nuzzling. Both his hands were on her thighs now. They turned to look at us with dazed smiles on their faces.

“I’m sorry to be a wet, blanket but I should be going, I said. Nice meeting you Derek. See you next week, Joy?”

“Ohhhh,, do you have to leave so soon?” Joy took my hand, imploring me to stay.

“I should be going, too,” Craig said. “I don’t have a car. Don’t want to interfere with Derek’s fun, can you drop me off at the Embassy Suites down the road?”

“Uh, .. .. sure. Why not,” I said.

There was a light snow falling as we tracked to my car. Derek brushed it off the windows.

“Want me to drive?” he asked.

“No, I think I’m all right.” We had both had quite a bit to drink, but I felt OK. 

I turned right out of the drive and headed toward his hotel.

“This husband, he’s out with someone else? Right now?”

I sighed. “Yes. He moved out. A few weeks ago. My fault. Like I told you.”

“And he’s living with someone else?”

“No, I don’t think so. Moved into his Mother’s house. She is not in town this time of year.”

Craig put his hand on my leg. I left it there and he squeezed gently.

“In fact if you want to play detective, we can turn right up here and see if he brought her home. Want to?”

“Suits me. If that’s what you want to do,” he said, and I felt his eyes on me.

I turned down the street and then took a left and parked on the side street along the side of the big old house, leaving the engine running. I turned the lights off and stared at the lighted window upstairs. I recognized it as Jack’s teenage room that was still the way he left it when he went away to college. I shivered. I realized this was a bad idea. It was upsetting me to think of them there.

Craig noticed the tremor and put his arm around me comfortingly. I leaned back against him and we watched. For a while nothing happened, and then there were two shadows against the partially closed Venetian blinds. The two combined, obviously kissing. 


‘So, he did bring her home!” I sighed. “My God!”

“Sorry,” he said softly. “Maybe we should go?”

“Yes,” I barely heard myself say.

I drove up to the Embassy Suites and stopped at the front door.  

“Want to talk a while?” he asked, “These are suites, you know two rooms, one just has couches and chairs and TV?”

I thought about it. Might give the wine time to lose its effect. I sure didn’t need to get stopped for drunk driving. That was rationalization, and I knew it.

“Oh, why not. I’m not in the mood to be alone. If you don’t mind?”

He grinned. “Me? Mind?”

I parked the car and we went up to the fifth floor in the glass elevator looking down over the lobby. The rooms were nicely furnished, and it occurred to me that I had never been taken to a man’s hotel room before. He took my coat and hung it up and then put his arms around me in the middle of the room. He had left music on the radio and I could here it softly in the background. The radio was in the bedroom.

“Shall we continue our dance?” he whispered.

“Yes. Let’s,” I sighed as we pressed close. We didn’t move much, just stood and swayed to the music, his cock pressed against me once again. It felt hard and lovely. Both his hands were on my bottom and this time I let him fondle me. His fingers traced along my panty line.

I leaned back in his arms. “Making another map?” I said.

“Don’t want to get lost. Just in case.”

“A throwback to Boy Scouts?” I giggled. 

His hands tightened on my bottom and a thrill coursed through my body. His hard cock jutted between our bodies.

His hands moved to my breasts, cupping and lifting them gently. I put my hands on his bottom and pulled him close.

“Two can play this game, you know,” I said coarsely, “but I thought we were going to talk?” I let my fingers trace the hem of his jockey shorts as he had traced my underwear earlier.

“Sorry. Your beauty took my mind off the subject.”

We sat on the couch and I slipped my shoes off and pulled my feet up. I rubbed one foot and complained that he had stepped on it.

“Oh, here, let me rub it for you. I’m good at that.” He grasped my foot and I unfolded my leg, aware that he was looking up my skirt.

He massaged slowly and my foot felt so good I let him have the other one. We talked and compared notes on the complications of married life.

“You wonder why homosexuals are demanding to be able to marry, don’t you? Why would they want to complicate their lives? “ Craig said at one point.

“Well yes, in some ways. But, on the other hand, I‘m having a little trouble with the loneliness right now. I do want to work the problems out.”

“Yes, I suppose I do too,” he said.

“Perhaps If I hadn’t repressed the inner tramp in me so much, Jack and I wouldn’t have got in this fix. Inside, you know, I think most of us want to be tramps as long as the whole world doesn’t see.” I laughed and apologized, “sorry, I’m getting too philosophical. Now where’s that brandy you promised?”

We sipped the brandy and I lay back on the couch with my feet in his lap. He massaged them through my nylons. It was very sensual. His hands slipped up along my ankles and then under my knees. I pressed my feet against his thigh and rubbed.

“I’m sorry. I’ve teased you into a problem .. .. haven’t I?”

“Well, it takes two, doesn’t it?”

My skirt was higher on my thighs since I rubbed his thigh. He could see my panties if he wanted to, I realized. It was a very intimate moment. He was pretending to concentrate on my legs, but I knew he was sneaking a peek or two. I liked it.

We danced again. His cock was urgent and hard against my mound. His hands cupped my breasts and mine were around his neck. I hung from his neck and made tiny thrusting motions against his dick. I heard him moan.

“Take it out, Craig,” I whispered.

His hands moved down my body and I heard his zipper and then his hands slipped back up to squeeze my breasts. The lights were out in the room and only the light from the bathroom shown into the main room. We continued our dance.

The jutting cock bumped my mound and I moved my hips to circle it lightly.

“Pull my skirt up out of the way,” I whispered hotly into his ear. I could feel him shudder.

He raised my light skirt and pressed the end of his cock in the vee of my legs.

“My slip, too” I murmured, correcting him.

My nipples cried out as his hands left again and lifted my slip.

Now it was against my panties. The music was perfect, soft and smooth in the background. Frank Sinatra began to sing “My Funny Valentine.”

His hands were playing with my nipples and the electricity coursed from the peaks of my breasts all along my stomach to meet just where the end of his cock was pressing so insistently.

“If I hadn’t worn panties, we’d be in trouble right now, you know that?” I whispered.

He sighed a huge sigh. “Yessssss! Makes me wish you WERE a tramp!”

“Why’s that?” I jabbed him playfully.

He turned his head and put his tongue in my ear, then blew into it, sending a sharp shiver of pleasure down my body.

“Because, I have the feeling, .. .. that .. .. you .. would .. .. feel … very .. nice!” he whispered hoarsely. His fingers twisted my nipples and his cock pressed between my legs. I could feel the pre-cum fluid as the swollen head of his dick slipped along my panty-covered slit and touched the sensitive skin of my thighs.

“Ohhhhhh, god, .. .. Craig!” I said with a sharp intake of breath.

“Mmmmmmm,” was all he could say.

“Now I’m sure you would feel.. .. nice,” he said at last, as we continued nudging each other playfully.

His hands pulled my skirt up in the back and massaged my bottom. 

“God, but I love the feel of your panties and your lovely ass.” He sighed, his hands making light circles on the nylon and making me tingle once again. Around and around his hands moved. He slapped my bottom once, then rubbed away the sting.

“Yes, do that!”

He swatted me harder and again his hands rubbed away the sting. I shivered and scrunched my breasts hard against his chest and he repeated the pleasure sensation.

“Ouch!” he muttered, then laughed. “I hit myself.”

We giggled together. His spank had slapped the sensitive end of his cock protruding past the cheeks of my bottom. It was so nice to be sinning like this with someone who had a sense of humor. I couldn’t possibly have done it without that.

“Serves you right, you brute!”

“Right. Want to rub it and make it better?”

“Sure.”

He backed away and I felt it drag slowly along my wet, pantied slit.

I reached for it and held the knob of his cock in my hand a moment, gently squeezing, while his tongue explored my mouth and I sucked on his tongue.

“Are we going to commit adultery tonight, Craig?”

“Mmmmm, Yes, I hope so. I want you.”

“Just to get even?” I asked, pressing my tongue to his ear.

“No.” Craig paused.  “Just to pleasure each other. Isn’t it?”

“Good!” I mumbled.

He danced me toward the bedroom and I saw myself in the full-length mirror. It looked sexy and we paused and looked at ourselves. My skirt was hiked up to show the black thigh-high stockings and pale pink panties. His cock and balls were framed by the unzipped trousers as he nuzzled between my legs. We made slow fucking motions together standing in view of the mirror, preening for our own debauched pleasure.

I reached up for a kiss and his tongue slipped easily into my mouth. I pulled away and stepped into the bathroom. 

“I just need a minute,” I whispered, smiling up into his eyes.

When I came out, he was standing in the bedroom staring out the window. I slipped my arms around him and stood watching the snow fall beautifully on the still town.

“You think I can find a fantasy that Lori will like, do you?’

“Possibly.”

“Any suggestions?”

“Well, for example, suppose you had been Derek tonight. And suppose that I had been Lori. Suppose you watched me being so obviously charmed by the good-looking guy across the room.”

“That’s me?”

“Yes, and you would have noticed what?”

“I would have seen Lori clinging to that guy. And dancing close with her belly against his.”

“And?”

“Uh, what else? Talking?” he said.

I corrected him.  “And then sitting for a long time, .. .. talking. And looking into his eyes intently and leaning across the table. Toying with her blouse as if inviting him to look down her cleavage. Clearly enchanted by his conversation. You would have seen all that! Right?”

He smiled broadly. “I get the idea. You’re wonderful, you know that?”

“So what do you do with all that to make a wonderful finish to the night for Lori?”

“Will you play Lori?”

“OK. Sure. I can do that,” I giggled with a little wriggle against him.

He danced me back to the bed until my legs pressed against it. He knelt in front of me and pulled me down.

His hands slipped along the outside of my thighs along my stockings and his lips found mine.

“Have a good time, Lori?”

“Yes, nice party. Did you have a good time too?”

“Yeah, good.” His lips nuzzled my ear and nibbled the lobe. “That fellow you were talking to, what’s his name?”

“Who?”

“Jack, you know, the good dancer?”

“Oh, yes, he’s charming. Likes to dance. And he is good, too.”

“I’m glad you found someone as good as you are. As a dancer, I mean.” His hands were caressing my thighs and his fingertips were under my panties. I nibbled his tongue. My nipples were feeling crisp with excitement.

“Yes. I love dancing. He’s smart too, fun to talk to!”

“God, you feel wonderful, Lori. I love touching you like this. Your perfume is delicious.” His lips were against my neck and he moved closer between my legs.

“Mmmmm,” I found myself purring with his caresses. 

“What did you talk about?” he asked, continuing the fantasy.

“Oh, lots of things. He likes art; we’re both New Yorker fanatics. You know, the usual stuff. We talked a lot about movies. He loved ‘Shakespeare In Love’, just as I did. It is so nice to find someone like that to talk with. I wish we saw him more often.”

“Is it erotic talking to him?” Craig continued, thinking hard to find make up his lines.

“Well, a little, I guess. Yes, .. … .. now that you mention it. Probably like you talking to Joy.”

His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and playing. My skirt was high in my lap.

“I thought his hands were all over you when you danced.”

“Don’t be silly! We were just dancing,” I feigned laughter.

“Yeah, but nice and close.”

“Yes,” I giggled. His fingers did trace my bra strap, though. I asked him what he was doing. Guess what he said?”

“No idea.”

“He said he was drawing a mental map, just in case! Now that is funny! Right?”

“Mmmmm Hmmmmm. Yeah, funny. I thought he was making a move.”

“No, .. .. .. don’t be silly. Are you getting jealous?”

“Maybe so. Bet he was hard, too, snuggling against these lovely titties. Right?”

“Maybe,” I said, breathlessly.

“Didn’t you feel it against you?” he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my back and around to the rest of my body. I pressed him closer and felt his cock slide across my mound.

“Honestly?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“I did feel it. I mean, .. .. sort of bumped against it. It was sort of, .. .. .. pressed between us.

I could feel Craig tremble when I said it. He began unbuttoning my dress. Slowly, my bra glistened in the open gap of my dress and his hands cupped my breasts and lifted them. Then he pushed my bra up and my nipples were against his chest. It’s thrilling to have your breasts bared, to feel the cool air, and then be thrust against a man’s chest. I reached between us and found his cock stiff and ready.

I helped him raise my dress off over my head and waited as he pulled my slip down my legs, fondling my nylons as he went. He stood up to take his pants off and his cock jutted close to my lips. I tasted the end of it and cupped his big balls. He reached behind me and struggled with my bra snap. I felt it spring open and let it slip down my arms.

He pushed close and I took it into my mouth. He gently brought me to my feet.

“Did your panties get wet dancing with him, Lori?”

“Feel them,” I said breathlessly.

His hand cupped my mound and his long fingers curled under me and fondled my pussy through the damp panties.

“I think he made you excited with his dick pressed against you, Lori, darling. He wanted to bring you here, to this bed, didn’t he? And you, .. .. .. you wanted .. him, too?”

‘Yes, Jack. Ready!” I whispered. “Put it in, Jack. Hurry!” 

Craig picked me up and laid me on the bed.

“Did you think about having him in your bed, Lori? Did you want to have bed talk with Jack?’

“Mmmm, that might have been nice.”

“And did you want Jack’s cock, darling?”

“Yes!” I hissed. “I want Jack’s cock! Did you bring a condom, Jack. I want your big cock, now. ”

He stopped. Then recovered, his voice choked. 

“Yes, I have a rubber, Lori.” He reached to the nightstand and handed it to me.

“Here, Lori, put it on Jack’s big cock.”

My hands trembled slightly in spite of myself, and I slipped the ring over the head of his cock and began unrolling it over his length. 

“Ohmigod, Its got ribs! It feels, .. .. .. different.”

“You want a different cock, Lori?”

“Yes, yes, I want it, Jack. Give it to me. Give it all to me!”

He was between my legs again, holding my legs wide apart. 

“Put Jack’s cock in, Lori.”

“I grasped the shaft and pointed him toward the entry to my vagina. I rubbed the head along my wet slit and felt it tease my clitoris and then pushed him downward. 

He thrust forward and slipped smoothly inside. 

I looked up into his eyes, my own eyes wide with the shock of him filling me.

‘OH!” was all I said.

“Ohhhh, lovely. At last!” he said quietly.

He leaned forward and kissed my nipples and then we began a slow, thrilling fucking motion. His cock felt good, filling me nicely. 

“Fuck me Jack, fuck me hard, darling!”

“Oh, God, Lori, you feel wonderful. You are so tight and hot,” He murmured. “I love fucking you, baby.”

“That’s it, fuck me, Jack. Give me all of that big thing.” 

I reached between us to squeeze his balls and then felt him tense up. I could feel the heat of his cum fill the condom around his cock. He thrust harder and harder, trembling with each release. My own slow, rumbling orgasm started around the hot cock, and I thrust up to meet him until I fell back, limp.

“You were great, Joanne. Wonderful.”

“I hope it works, Craig.” I kissed his cheek as he rolled off me, his hand fondling my breast.

It was a long quiet drive through the crisp cold snow. I reflected on the evening and realized that this life was not for me. 

“I have to find a way to sort things out with Jack. We belong together.” 

But how?



Jack:

There was a large brown envelope leaning against the garage door. That was normal for packages too large for the mailbox. Jack pressed the button of the door opener and watched the package fall into the garage as the door disappeared overhead.

Picking up the rubber-banded mail along with the brown envelope, Jack looked quizzically at the package. He had not ordered anything recently, so what was this? There was no return address, but he recognized the precise block-letter printing of his wife, Joanne.

“God, what’s this? Divorce papers, perhaps?” he muttered aloud as he walked through the garage. A sinking feeling came over him. On the surface it would seem not to be a surprise, given that he had left home five months ago and had not returned. Still, the thought of the possibility chilled him. He could not understand why it felt that way, but it was his involuntary gut reaction. 

He had a nagging feeling that his gut was telling him something he wasn’t willing to admit- that deep inside, he wanted to get back together.  What he wanted was to do the impossible, roll back the clock to just before she had gone on her weekend trip with Danny. A new pain in his stomach pushed out the original one when he thought of that betrayal.

He stared at the envelope with the dread he usually reserved for letters from the IRS. He always expected those to trumpet an audit of his tax returns. The corrugated envelope was stapled and sealed with tape. Joanne’s safe and sound nature always required at least two and sometimes three sealing methods. Jack smiled in reflection of her cautious, safe and sure nature.

“So, what the hell is this?” he said to the empty house and opened a drawer for a sharp knife.

It was heavy and dropped onto the table with a clunk. 

“What the hell?” It was a photo album. Jack opened the cover and found that he had it upside down and backward. There was only one page in the book. Frowning, he shook out the envelope and found nothing more, no note, no more pages. 




Bridge Group Ch. 10



He turned the album upright and opened the front cover to find a single card in the middle pocket of the first page. The card was the size of a photo and had a single line of type: “It’s Empty Without You!” and was signed with her unmistakable back-slant signature - Joanne.

The frown was still on his face as he turned it over and over, looking for some other secret. He pulled the card out of the pocket, but it was not a folded card, just one side, one message – nothing else. Jack shook his head and reached for the square cut-crystal decanter half-full of a single-malt scotch. He stared across the lip of the glass into a mirror and wondered why she would go to all that bother to deliver the coded message. 

“Trying to make up I guess,” he shrugged, a feeling of lonely sadness draping itself over him as the final light died into night.

The next night, he found the mailbox empty as he pulled close and rolled down the window. He pulled the newspaper from its box below the mailbox and then headed down the driveway. The headlights swept across the door and he noticed the mail once again leaning against the door.

Jack sat at the table and cut open the envelope. A single photo album page slid onto the table. He laughed as he glanced at the single photo, a wedding photo of him drawing the garter down the pretty leg of Joanne seated on one of those plush, straight back chairs of the wedding reception hall. He had often teased her that the photo showed how eager she had been because her grip on the gown pulled it high on her thigh and gave the audience a free show. 

He remembered seeing the thrilling white triangle of her panties from his kneeling position at her feet. He recalled how choked up he had been on that scary day of commitment and adventure.

Her legs gleamed in silken glory, the nylons a color that gave her legs a golden glow of invitation. Light perspiration from the heat of the day, gave them an even greater sexual stimulation value. He remembered the feel of those nylons under his hand as they drove away from the reception and spent two hours of tormented eagerness driving to Chicago for their first night together.

Jack thought back to that terrifying day. She was one of those rarities, a virgin on her wedding night. It was old-fashioned by today’s standards.  She had managed to hang on to it in against his best efforts over two years of passionate nights in his car. 

“God knows I tried everything!” he mused.

The windows would steam up with their body heat as he slipped his hand into her bra and squeezed those lovely breasts and teased her nipples into brisk hardness. Her tongue would fondle his as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. She would wriggle and moan under his groping, grasping, fondling hand. She had sensitive breasts and loved having him play with them.

When his hand slipped under her skirt, along her nylons, across the smooth thigh and then the soft protective curls of her pussy, she was always, always, very, very wet. He would slowly feel the pool of moisture under the silky panties and eventually, slip his finger past the guarding elastic leg band and roll the creamy fluids under his finger. She would sigh and moan softly as he pushed his finger inside and began finger-fucking her tight pussy. Joanne would thrust her breasts upward for his lips to nibble, and writhe in pleasure at his touch.

She would lay across his lap, her arm pressing against his cock as he agonized in need.

The furthest that he had ever got her to go was to straddle his legs and press her pussy against the bulge of his cock. Mostly he went away dissatisfied but thrilled by the foreplay, his balls aching for relief.  Jack’s throat was dry thinking about it.


And so, their wedding night had been an extremely exciting event.

Jack turned the page over and found one more familiar photo. It was taken three years later when he had at long last talked her into letting him take pictures of her without her clothes. She was sitting on the bed in the same white lace negligee she had worn on their honeymoon. The gown she had walked out of the hotel bathroom in. The gown she allowed him to open like a final wedding present and discover her beautiful white lace panties, bra, garter belt and white stockings.  She looked better than the wedding cake itself.

It was her presentation of her body to be deflowered.

Jack’s mouth went dry as the memories that flooded back.

He had untied the satin bows down the front and buried his face between her breasts as she pressed into his arms. 

Then the embarrassment. His excitement had been so great that he had to run to the bathroom and throw up. 

“So much for the magical, virginal first night of wedded bliss!” he murmured.

But things got much better as he returned to their first bed and slowly undressed her and fondled her in all the ways that had become familiar in their necking sessions and then moved to the ones that were unfamiliar.

She was wet, and her wetness felt familiar in its warm, creamy, abundant pool under the moist panel of her panties. He had pressed his lips to the soft folds between her legs and inhaled the sweet virginal scent of her pussy. It was overwhelming. She raised her hips as he slipped her panties down and gazed at the sweet, fresh-looking slit. Her lips pursed out at him and he slipped his tongue along the soft fold of her swollen outer lips. He could not wait any longer and neither of them needed any prolonged warm up. The maddeningly exciting fondling on the long drive had them on a knife-edge of passion.

He remembered the taste of her virgin pussy and how it had excited the rampant lion in him. He lunged forward on his knees as Joanne opened her legs wider and reached out for him, smiling with lush, lipsticked lips. Eagerly, too eagerly, he had guided his cock for the first time to the wet vestibule of her vagina. He moved it up her tender slit to touch her clitoris, bringing a sharp intake of breath from Joanne.

“Yes, .. hurry, darling!” she whispered.

The head of his cock slipped inside the tight channel. The heat of her body felt like an inferno around the head of his cock and he looked up from the penetration into her dark brown eyes. She had never looked more beautiful. Her eyes were wide with the startling pleasure she felt between her legs. She smiled  gently and pulled him to her.

“Are you OK?” he whispered>

“Yes .. yes .. .. yes, just go slowly, .. .. it’s OK, yes, darling,” She replied.

He had pushed again and felt the tightness of her vagina and then the barrier inside. His kisses were on her neck as he lay poised over her. He asked with his eyes if she was ready. She half closed her eyes and nodded. He could feel her ready herself to accept his thrust.

He had never felt anything so tight. He pressed against the barrier and it seemed impossible to enter.  The head of his cock lodged in a tiny hole that would only let the tip enter and then held him there. Her eyes were wide now, and she held her breath.

“Go ahead,” she gasped.

He pressed harder and felt a searing heat as his cock tore through her hymen. It was excruciatingly hot. And wonderfully tight.

“Oh, god!” she said tensely.

“Are you OK?” he asked, urgent concern in his voice.

“Yes, .. .. better now .. .. stay there … just a moment …… ”

He lay there his cock deep inside the furnace of her cunt. It was a delicious moment.

“Now, .. go ahead, .. .. a little more …..”

They began moving together. He was so excited that he didn’t last long and she must have been disappointed, not satisfied; but they had lain happily snuggling together as his cock slipped wet from her ravished virginal pussy. 

They couldn’t stop smiling.

Jack realized that the reminiscence and the sight of Joanne’s breast photographed for the first time in the open negligee had given him a semi-hard erection.

He examined the photo and reflected how many years of wheedling it had taken to get her to let him photograph her even in this modest photo. The photographer in him looked closely at the crisp image of the nipple, the man in him followed the beautiful sexy opulence of the curve of her breast.

On Thursday night, another mystery envelope stood against the door.  He tore at the envelope as he walked through the garage. He couldn’t get through the tough material and found the knife from last night still lying on the table. He slashed it open and dumped out a single page for the photo album. This time the pockets were mostly full and he turned on the light over the table to examine it.

“Jeeze, I thought she burned them!” 

The sheet held six photos of Joanne. The lighting came from a single candle in a tall holder. It gave the whole photo a golden cast and left the background in total darkness. She was standing in front of a dresser with a tall mirror reflecting a matching image. This was the first time she let him photograph her nude. Even these were pretty modest because of the low light level of the candlelit scene. 

But the photos were sensuous in the graceful full slope of her breasts glowing in the candles warm light. They were moody in manner, as she stared off to the side, away from the camera. Her nipples looked hard and jutted from the round, lovely breasts.


“Great pictures,” he muttered, proud of his own photography. 

Joanne had become angry with him a few years ago and told him she had destroyed all those “trashy” photos. Obviously she had saved them or the negatives. He was glad to have them and stared at the candlelit beauty of her breasts. 

“God, but they are gorgeous!” His mouth watered slightly with the memory of suckling those nipples that night so long ago.

“Ohhhhhh, you are sooooo good with my breasts!” she would moan when he sucked the nipples into his mouth and nibbled gently, while his hands fondled the heavy globes.

Jack opened the album and inserted the new page into the book. 

“Wonder where this is headed?” he mused. Over the years he had slowly weaned her around to letting him take more and more explicitly sexy photographs. She always worried someone would find them. He was pleased that she had not destroyed them. They were a pleasure to reminisce over. He was looking forward to more pages for the album.

He hadn’t smoked in ten years, but he opened the pack of cigarettes bought on the way home. He inhaled deeply the scent of fresh tobacco. 

“”The smell of the tobacco is the best part of smoking,” he recalled.

He lit a cigarette, inhaled, then stared at the burning tip and the pretty blue smoke trailing up toward the ceiling. He lay back in the chair, put his feet on the marble table, and thought about his life. 

The blues settled over him as the radio station played an old Sinatra recording:

“I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair. The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air. The walls of my room fade away in the blue, And I’m deep in a dream of you. The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend; You come to my arms, may this bliss never end, For we love anew just as we used to do When I’m deep in a dream of you. Then from the ceiling, sweet music comes stealing; We glide through a lover’s refrain, you’re so appealing That I’m soon revealing my love for you over again. My cigarette burns me, I wake with a start; My hand isn’t hurt, but there’s pain in my heart. Awake or asleep, ev’ry mem’ry I’ll keep Deep in a dream of you. “

“Good grief! I’m going nuts! I’ve got cabin fever!” he snarled and headed for the car.

He had dinner in an old-fashioned diner serving good hamburgers and French fries made from fresh potatoes. Probably not good for his cholesterol battle, but satisfying. Waving to the waitress, he pushed through the stainless steel framed doors and into the light from the neon tubes in the window. He lit another cigarette and stood in the crisp, cold night air, staring off at the string of streetlights. “Uptown or home?”

He turned uptown instead of going home and drove to the club where Jolene danced. The manager waved him inside and he straddled the red plastic of the barstool and looked around for her through the dim lighting. Onstage, a tall blonde with big tits was twirling around the fire-pole, her long hair hung straight down, almost to the floor. Jack was disappointed not to see Jolene. 

Another cigarette. The bartender was wearing only a lacy bra, panties and high heels. She brought him a scotch, and then switched her hips back to the other end of the bar. He stared at the crease of her ass, vaguely visible through the panties.

“Hello stranger!”

He started at the loud whisper behind his ear and turned to find Jolene smiling at him. Her dark lipstick was moist and inviting. His eyes quickly took in her cleavage, made even rounder and more inviting by the push-up bra of her costume.

“Yeah, I haven’t been around much, have I? Did you miss me?”

“Sure I did!” she grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “”How is my favorite married man?”

“Hmmfph!” he said with a small smile.

“Still the same – still haven’t taken that po’ girl back?” What are you waiting for? You know you want to!”

“Don’t be a smartass. You know too much. You know that?” he said.

“Mmmmmn hmmmmm!” she retorted.

“Come on, sell me a dance.”

“You don’t have to do that. Just buy me a drink.”

“Now how the hell are you going to earn tuition with such a lousy sales pitch?”

She rolled her eyes, picked up her drink and tugged on his hand.

Jolene sat on his lap like an old friend instead of stepping up on the table and beginning to gyrate for his eyes and his pleasure. 

”I’ll wait till the next song starts and save you ten bucks, OK?”

Jack put his arms around her and pressed one hand against her breast.

“Just don’t let the boss see!” she said, looking around to see where he was. She relaxed against him as he softly squeezed her breast. “What’s been happening with you?”

He was enjoying the soft breast against the palm of his hands and the warm round bottom balanced on his lap.

“You are one gorgeous woman, you know that?’

“You keep telling me. Keep it up, I’ll start to believe!”

The music changed and Jolene stood up and climbed on the table, holding his hand for support. She was wearing bright red heels and black stockings held up by lacy garters hanging from a skimpy red bustier trimmed in black lace. Her panties were red satin and he stared with pleasure at the way it snuggly cupped her mound. He smiled up at her as she began her dance. The garish lights from the stage shown between her legs and Jack stared with lust at the way the folds of her pussy stood highlighted by the tight panties pressed snuggly between the large outer lips.

She stepped from the table and straddled him; putting her feet alongside the cushion of the seat and looked down at him over proud, firm breasts. Jack could smell the scent of her perfume nicely mingled with the natural scent of her body. 

“Scoot down a little,” she said. Jack slid down in the seat and Jolene lowered that soft young pussy right on his semi-hard cock.

“Ï guess you did miss me! Or at least you’re glad to see me, huh?” she said.

“You feel wonderfully soft!” he said.

“”And you feel wonderfully hard, baby!” she replied with a laugh.

The song ended and he handed her a twenty.

“Thank you, sir!” she said and remained seated astride his lap. “Again?”

“Sure. But you can skip the dancing.”

She squirmed her pussy against his hardness. She scanned around the club and then fondled the end of his cock with her long fingers where it extended between her legs. Jolene smiled and looked deep in his eys, gently rocking on the hard ridge of his dick.

“Are we still going skiing?” he asked.

“I’m waxing my skis this weekend,” She said, her hips continuing the slow seductive rotation against him. “I’m looking forward!” she exclaimed.

‘’I’m going a couple days early to do some chores on the cabin. There’s a van to bring you up from the airport. I’ve stapled the name in the ticket folder. I’ve got your ticket in the car. I’ll get it before I leave.”

“It is so nice of you to let me use your airline miles. Thanks.”

She squirmed a little more against his dick, tickling the head with her nails.

“I feel terrible taking your money.” she said, as he slipped another twenty into her panties.

“Don’t worry about it. I like you!”

“I might be making a wet spot on your pants, you know. You excite me, too.” She pressed her lovely breasts against his face and Jack nuzzled them with pleasure.

“I might do that myself if you don’t go easy.”

“You want to?” she said in his ear. He felt her tense against his cock.

She moved quickly back and forth on the rigid length of him.

“Oh, shit! It’s OK. That did it!” He laughed at himself and leaned into the soft cushion of her breasts. “God. That felt good, though.”

Driving home with the sticky, cold cum in the hair of his stomach, he felt sheepishly adolescent. But on the other hand, the tension had gone right out of his body and mind.

There was another week before he would fly out to Denver for the ski trip. He was looking forward to it. He also looked forward to the next envelope from Joanne. He didn’t want to look forward to it, but he couldn’t avoid it.

The new pages came, day by day, and the album began to fill out. The photos got more and more explicit, including some of the two of them fucking. He remembered convincing her to let him put the remote trigger on the camera and take the photos. There were pictures of him kissing between her legs, of her with her legs widespread and her husband buried between them; even one of her giving him a blowjob. It was taken looking down across his hairy belly with her eyes were looking up at him while her lips curled around the head of his dick.

On Thursday, the doorbell rang as he finished packing his bag for the trip. Jack went down the stairs to find a flower delivery guy at the door. He was carrying a box of flowers and another of those big brown envelopes.

“Thanks!” he said, and fished out a tip.

“Good grief, what the hell is this?” 

The card was from Joanne. A Valentine’s Day cupid was on the corner of the card. He shook his head and turned to the package.

The photos were a shock. No old photos! These were all new and there were several them. They also were professionally shot, he could see that immediately.

In the first one, a large 8 ½ X 11 inch photo showed a smiling Joanne in the same white lace negligee as she wore on their wedding night. She was posed on a photographer’s podium, looking primly seductive. The following pages were a series of progressively more revealing shots. They were well posed and well photographed to show her most beautiful features, The first leaning forward with the gown open and her breasts pushed up by the lacy bra. In the next she was removing the bra and holding it under her breasts.

In the final photo, she sat with one foot on the seat of the chair and the other foot on the floor; the gown down on her arms to bare her breasts and the triangle of hair between her legs was discreetly visible. He could just make out the beginning of her slit beneath the soft, curly thatch.

Jack thumbed through the entire album. It was cleverly done, he grudgingly admitted; he unzipped his bag and slipped it inside. Glancing at the clock, he hurried out the door and threw everything in the car. He was soon headed down the expressway to the airport. His skis poked through the passenger compartment and out the back window.

Six hours later he backed the rental car up to the porch of the cabin and stepped out into the invigorating mountain air and the bright sunlight of late afternoon. He unloaded the groceries and began looking around to plan the chores he needed to do.

At last he took the pleasure of sitting with a large scotch and water in the big chair in front of the fireplace. The fire crackled and snapped satisfyingly behind the screen and chased the chill of the empty cabin. He fell asleep in the chair like a large shaggy dog and woke when the fire died out and the chill returned. The album slipped from his lap and clunked onto the floor.