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Business

By: Indiandevil



Sid & Nicky were power couple. Sid was a businessman. Nicky assisted her hubby in his business. She was more then handful for him. Nicky was beautiful. She was an object to be lusted at - too tempting to be left alone. Her husband was aware of the fact that every man wanted and lusted for his lovely wife. She was a true trophy and relished everyone's envy. They were childhood sweethearts & were happily married. In their small town they were a celebrity couple & regular on party circuit. 

Sid's business was going great guns. Unfortunately his private life was not going so great they were not able to devote time to each other thanks to the new factory Sid was building in the adjacent town. All his savings, time & energy were now devoted to his new factory. Nicky was aware of Sid's compulsions but was not too happy with the situation.

After all Nicky was queen bee - she was used to stares & whistles from a young age. Men constantly ogled at her. The lewd comments were uttered with caution thanks to Sid's reputation. She was a lusty young woman with a big body, heavy breasts and a tight arse. Once a man told Nicky - 'bring those things to me' & was in hospital for more than a week thanks to Sid.

Now let's get down to business. Sid's new project was financed by his old rival & banker Sam. The new project had not only consumed his time & personal life but also all his money. It was project that would establish Sid in big league. Sam was an aggressive young man who had lost Nicky to Sid. He despised Sid & was awaiting an opportunity to not only to extract revenge but also to win Nicky. 

He longed to fuck her and his prick was always in a state of readiness on seeing her - such ripe and heavy breasts on a slim n fair body were a heavenly sight for him. Oh how I want this woman he thought, how much I can teach this woman to feel pleasure if only I had the opportunity. His mind started working to find ways to create an opportunity for him to fuck her.

Nicky was not oblivious to Sam's intentions. In fact she loved the attention showered on her. In many parties she would dance with him. She let him pull her close, and she often felt his hand drifted down onto her ass then, she would give him a disapproving look & Sam would immediately return to his exquisite manners. 

After many weeks of work the Factory was ready for operations. Sid & Nicky has thrown a fabulous party inviting town's big guns including Sam. Little did they know it would change their lives forever.

At home that night Sid was getting dressed for the party with his lovely wife, when he observed his wife gently anointing herself at her dressing table. "You look good enough to eat." He said attempting to ingratiate himself with her. He moved up behind her and reached for her firm round breasts, feeling them through the sheer fabric of her dressing gown. The sexual frustration & lust that had been building for quite some in the couple was now at its peak. Nicky herself was aroused. She let him kiss her soon they were in bed trying to get naked when they heard the door bell. Reluctantly, Sid got up did his jacket & opened the door but not before Nicky threw a flower vase on him in frustration which he narrowly ducked. 

Nicky was angry with her husband, the party, his new mistress (Factory) & at everything. She decided to teach Sid a lesson. She calmed herself and was dressed to kill. Her low cut gown gave plenty of coverage to her cleavage. The big, round, firm breast were struggling to get out in just a translucent gown without a Bra. Her dressed revealed her firm arse which looked more than eatable. She was on full display.

It seemed that everyone had come, after all when Nicky throws party people come running. Nicky had wanted a large turnout; she relished the attention she received. She was the envy of every woman in the town. She chatted with, saxenas, mittals & other prominent families. As the men told the same old jokes and jockeyed for better positions from which to watch her, the women were all wishing they had her hair, her skin, her tight firm thighs, the breasts which seemed to defy gravity.

Sam made a grand entrance with a stunner brunette in his arms. Nicky was disappointed. Little did she know Sam was unveiling his plan to win her. Nicky met Sam with more than usual warmth & gave her a full fledged kissed which surprised both Sid & Sam. Te brunette introduced herself as Rita & kissed Sid with same warmth as Nicky had kissed Sam. One could feel the sexual tension building in the party. 

The dance started with Sam taking Nicky & Sid preferring Rita. Sam was fondling Nicky & rubbing himself on her. Nicky was getting excited. Rita was having fun with Sid. Se had let her body drool over this hunk, who was now kissing her & using his tongue to play with her ears. The party was certainly getting bold. Sam took Nicky inside when they were alone he started exploring her mouth she started responding & let a moan. His touch was not gentle but firm and demanding. He exuded so much confidence and masculinity that, Nicky was feeling intoxicated in his presence and was unable to stop him from taking such liberties with her.

It seemed like Sam's wishes were about to be fulfilled but unfortunately for him Sid came & soon Sam left Nicky in embarrassment. Sid immediately grabbed his wife. "You are mine" he said. He took her to their bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and stood naked in the middle of the floor bouncing up and down. Her boobs were too firm to flop around much but they did have a nice jiggle to them. Her body was on fire she was slightly embarrassed at being caught but it seemed that it was a blessing in disguise she liked to be dominated sometimes. 

They tore each others clothes. She put her hands on his cock and leaned forward until her lips were sucking his cock. She kissed it a few times then ran her tongue down its length. Then she moved back to its head and tried to get it into her mouth. The big bulb at the end of his cock seemed too big for her mouth. Finally she sucked it in and searched him with a look of triumph. Once she had gotten it all the way in, she slowly pulled away until it was almost out of her mouth, then began sliding it back into her. 

The fun had just started when door slammed open & Sam entered the room. Sid got up & was about to slug him when he heard Sam say "it's all gone! The factory caught fire!" 

To be continued...

Business



"Mac! Please, tell Frank you can't make it! Tell him you have the flu, or that I have the flu. Please, just stay here with me; for once!"

"Would you knock it off! If I don't work, who's going to bring in the money? A faerie? I think not. So shut the hell up. I should be back in two weeks."

There went the 'great' Mac. Off to another trip to get people to buy into his company. He's more like the 'asshole' or 'bastard.' We've been married four years, got married on my twentieth birthday, and not once have we had sex; not once. On our honeymoon, I took off my wedding gown, laid down on the blue satin sheets in my green silk panties and bra (I sprayed lilac perfume on them so they'd smell even better), and waited for him. I wanted to be a virgin for this night; so this would be our first time together. Anyway, Mac looked so handsome in his midnight black suit, deep green tie, and creme shirt. But, he slowly untied his shoes, retied them, took off his socks, f-o-l-d-e-d them, hung up his suit and shirt, and even rolled up his damned tie! But, there he stood in his 'tidy whities' and came over to the bed. He leaned down to give me a kiss...and then he was getting dressed again!

"Mac? Honey, what are you doing? Don't you want a tight, dripping wet, horny young wife?" 

"I have to leave, Mike needs me. He can't do the trip alone; the poor guy. I'm sorry Sammy. I'll make it up to you. Bye now; don't wait up!"

Mike. I remember him from business school in college. Always a very sweet, funny, smart, incredibly handsome guy with amazing green eyes and built like a male model; his muscle always showed against his shirts when wet. My girlfriends always wondered why I never dated Mike, and I never honestly knew the answer. But, Mike Daniels was now Mac Ares's partner for the company 'Yours and Ours.' It was a new, tight knit company that only accepted the top of the top. Needless to say, Mike, Mac, Billy, Carly, Don, Steph, Justin, Sasha, and I all got in. But, Mac didn't want his 'new bride' to work; so I listened to him. WRONG!

So, for the past four years, I've been hanging with my family, the girls and guys (the ones who got into the company, we were all the best of friends since we were 15) and wondering how Mike was doing. He always did love to travel. Really close friends with Billy and the gang; I kick myself in the ass for not getting closer to him.

Now, seriously, I'm a well built twenty-four year old. Natural red head that has these awesome strawberry blonde highlights when the sun is out long enough. Emerald green eyes that sparkle. Long legs that I love, a tight and small ass, toned stomach, and of course my 32-B cups up top. Why hasn't Mac taken my virginity, or even let me touch him? No fucking idea. So, there I was in my kitchen, trying to decide what to cook myself for dinner, when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it; and saw Mike.

He looked the same as he did in college, but somehow better. His hair was still a rich brown and he still had those natural dark blonde highlights. Those Jade green eyes still were so bright and handsome. His smile was absolutely amazing, his muscle was even more toned, and he must've grew in the 'southern regions.' 

"Mike...wow, it's been a while, how's it going?"

"Pleasure to see you again Sam. Ha, I've actually missed you these past years. I've been well, thanks for asking. Yeah, I stopped by to tell you I'm your new neighbor. And may I ask where Mac is?"

"Please, come inside new neighbor. Mac left this morning for Boston; didn't you get the memo?"

For a moment, I think those eyes clouded in anger or something.

"Boston? What the hell is he doing there?"

"His business trip. Why, what's wrong?"

"Sam, Frank hates Boston. He'd never send us there. We're supposed to go to Hawaii in three days. Huge business deal down there... Shit, I can't do it alone. I can hold my own, but they are expecting two people there... Sam, would you go for a ride with me to Frank's and see what to do now?"

I think I said 'Yes.' I didn't know what to think when he said the thing about Boston. Mac was always going there. But, then here was Mike. Handsome, so incredibly handsome. Strong, so incredible strong. And here I was; growing wetter each minute. We walked outside and headed towards his car. Jade green hybrid SUV. I walked over to the passenger door, and Mike darted in front of me...and opened the car door for me.

"What's wrong? You look like I just slapped you in the face or something. Are you ok?"

"Of course, I just wasn't expecting you to open the car door for me."

"Hey, women can do anything a man can do; but a gentleman can still open the door for a lovely lady."

So, we drove and caught up on old times in the thirty minutes that passed. Like a gentleman, he opened my car door and even the door to the building when we got in. It was as I remembered. Sky blue and white trim on the first floor, grass green and white trim on the second and third floors, and Frank's sunrise orange with red trim on the fourth floor.

"Sam Thornton! How nice to see you again! My, I was just talking about you yesterday. How have you been? Are you here for a job? Yes? You know you want to say yes..."

I ran over and gave him a hug. He had lost a little weight since I last saw him, and he gained some muscle. He still had the jet black hair, deep hazel eyes, and was growing a goatee. Not too shabby for a thirty-five year old bachelor.

"I'm here with Mike. I believe it's something about Mac and Boston."

"Ah, Mac. Where is he? I need him and Mike up in Hawaii in three days. What's this nonsense about Boston?"

As he said that, Mike walked in. He had changed into a suit and was fiddling with his green tie. I smiled and walked over to help with it.

"Thank you kindly Sam. Frank, Mac told Sam he is in Boston and will be for the next two weeks or so. I need someone else there with me. They are expecting two people there. Sam, could you loosen it a tad please? Thanks so much."

I was redoing his tie when his hands came up to mine. I met his gaze for a moment and wanted so badly just to kiss his mouth. He smiled his amazing smile and kissed my hand as a 'thank you.'

"Mike, I'd like to talk to you for a moment. I have a proposition and I need your opinion."

Mike and Frank went into the back office and were there for a few moments. I looked around the office and saw that everything was the same as it was four years earlier. He still had those pictures of his brown labs on his wall, his pictures from Alaska were still everywhere, and he still had papers all over his desk. He once told me 'I may be messy, but I know where everything is. I cleaned up once; and couldn't find a damned thing.' That was funny when he said that. But, hey, whatever works for him. Frank and Mike walked out a moment later and each had a smile on their lips and questions in their eyes.

"Sam, the girls tell me you still keep up to date on everything we do here. You know as much as any worker here, if not more. What would you say if I asked you to go to Hawaii with Mike for the next ten days?"

"I...I'd have to say what do I pack?"

"Splendid! Mike, get Sam darling here suited up, get packed, and hop on the next plane to Hawaii."

So, I think I nearly fainted, but Mike's strong arms held me still. We went to the suit shop to get my business suits. I chose three beautiful colors that matched Mike's ties. One was a beautiful green that matched my eyes, one was an ocean blue, and the other was a bloody red. I choose one inch heels to go with them that matched the colors exactly. When we got back to the house, I rushed to get my stuff together while Mike took care of the suits, heels, and plane tickets. We got to the airport around 3pm via Frank's limo service, and boarded the plane at 3:57pm. Hawaii, here I come.

"It'll be about six hours, so get comfortable."

It was strange. I had forgotten that Frank had his own private plane, so it was just the two of us, the pilot, and the stewardess. I looked out the window for a little bit and then looked at Mike. He was sleeping so peacefully, so I lightly ran my fingers down his strong chest, and rested on his dick for a moment. He moved a little, so I quickly let go and feel asleep.

"Sam? Hey sleepy head, we're there."

So, this was Hawaii. Awesome! He helped my out of the plane and 'accidently' brushed up against when we were getting off the stairs and 'accidently' brushed against my cunt when I turned around to get my things. It should be a good ten days.

"Aloha! You must be from the 'Yours and Ours' company. Yes? Your room is waiting. 32 B, second story, fifth door on your left from the elevator. May we take your luggage?"

The hotel was huge! I think they said it was eight stories. Each hallway was a different color than the rooms. And the rooms were each a different color than the others; no two were the same in color or setup. So, we got on the elevator, rode up to the second floor, and stood outside the room while Mike fidgeted with his pockets to get the key. He held his suitcase in one hand and nearly jumped when the cell phone rang.

"It's Frank. I have to take this call. Sam, the key is in one of my front pockets; can you find it and open the door please?"

I looked at him for a moment and then at his pants as he answered the call. Slowly, I checked his left pocket, felt the key, but then decided to 'check' his right pocket. I made sure to check really deep, and I mean deep, in his pocket. I brushed against his dick a few times and I know that Mike realized what I was doing. I looked back up at him and noticed he was off the phone and staring at me with his green eyes; and was smiling.

"Sam, you may want to dig just a little bit deeper; you may find something you'd like. Here, let me help you a little."

He took my hands and gently but firmly put one in each front pocket. As he asked, I dug in deep and knew what I wanted. With both hands in, I cupped his balls as much as I could and did my best to 'feel around' for the key. He smiled at me and somehow turned himself so that I was up against the door.

"You know Mike, if you take the pants off, I can look even better for that damned key."

"Why Sam, what a great idea. But here, we'll use my key to get in; the one in my pocket is yours."

He pushed his dick into my hands and had me pinned against the door. Pulling out his key from his back pocket, he leaned in and kissed me so softly that I moaned. His lips tasted like kiwi strawberry; must have been the wine on the plane. Finally, he got the door opened and we went inside. I started to undress while he put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. He turned around and held my hands still.

"You, missy, just relax. I want to take off your clothes piece by piece. I don't know how Mac does it; but I love taking my time. You can undress me if you so wish."

"Mac's never undressed me. Mr., you'll be the first; and my first time."

He looked stunned in a way, but then smiled. Pulling up a chair for me, I sat in it and waited for him. Slowly, he took off my heels and tossed them by his shoes. The bastard tickled my feet as he took off my socks and I laughed when he did. Helping me stand up, he took off my ocean blue suit jacket and tossed it aside. I tried to help him, but he gently brushed my hands away. Instead, he licked my neck and softly ran his fingers through my hair. We were nose and nose as he took off my shirt and slowly undid my bra.

"Mmmm, I guess 32 B was a good room after all; you match in size."

I laughed and he got down on the floor and laid himself between my legs. Reaching his hands up, he slowly took off my satin green panties. He held them for a moment and then licked them until they were soaked. I was getting so turned on that I rubbed my breasts, moaned his name, and had my other hand wander down to my aching pussy. Mike saw my reactions and just smiled; but he pushed my hand away from my pussy. Instead, the pushed into the back of my knees until I started to bend down, almost into a sitting position. That's when the real fun began.

"Mike, you're torture. I hope you know that."

"Baby, tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. I want your dick in me. Fuck Mike, I wanted you back in college. Fuck me, right now Mike."

He laughed as I said that and pulled me down even more until I was centimeters from his face. Using his mouth, he started licking and nibbling and sucking on my pussy. I started to moan as he dug his tongue deeper in me and then started to use his fingers to help himself. My legs started to weaken and buckle as I felt a wave of an orgasm start to rip through. I tried to tell him, but I just moaned even louder and longer. Seconds later, I tensed up as Mike held me still. The orgasm ripped through and for a moment, I thought Mike would be angry; he wasn't. He licked every drop up and then laid me down on the bed.

"Sam...I'm not done with you yet. Those tits are mine."

He licked his way up to my breasts and tenderly cupped one at a time. For a moment, he looked like a baby sucking, but then he nibbled a bit and ran his hand down to play with my cunt. I was struggling for air and ran my hands through his soft thick hair as he eased his fingers in and out of me, deeper and deeper each time. It went on for a few minutes until I felt another wave come over me. He kissed me with such passion as I flooded juices all over his fingers. Getting up slowly, he licked his fingers with such hunger that I kissed him just to taste myself. He looked shocked, but then smiled at me and stood up over on the carpet.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you. You'll have to undress me if you want it. My dick's been aching for you since college Sam; time you relieve his pain."

I didn't need to be told twice. Taking off his tie, I grabbed onto his dick through his pants and stroked it. He had his hands at his side, so I grabbed them, pulled them behind his back, and tied them up with his tie. Not too tight that it'll kill him, but tight enough to hold his hands still. "So, you want to play dirty do you?"

"You've been a bad boy Mike. I have to teach you a lesson."

"Bring it on baby. Bring it the fuck on."

I looked at him, and softly slapped his face. I didn't want to actually hurt him, but I did want to play a little dirty. Throwing off his black suit jacket and snow white shirt, I could see that he had incredible muscle tone. God, I must've stared for a moment and then ran my hands up and down his chest. He was seriously built like a brick wall, and I licked his chest. I licked my way down to his pants, and ran my tongue over his growing bulge. Mike moaned and, wanting to play dirty, I took my panties and stuffed them in his mouth. 

"Mmmfft!"

"Yeah, I know you want it up the ass. Don't worry, we'll get there."

His eyes got wide and I licked the panties in his mouth. I knew he was moaning badly. And fuck, I wanted him. I took off his belt and slowly dropped his pants. He stepped out of them and he stood in his superman boxers in front of me. I cupped his balls through his boxers and started to rub them gently, and then harder and harder. I dropped his pants and looked at his dick. No hair, no bulging veins, just a good piece of meat ready to be had. I was surprised when I saw no pre-cum. I always read that there would be. I stood up, pushed him against the foot board of the bed, took the belt, and secured his arms. I took out his gag and slapped him in the face.

"What, I'm not hot enough for you?! I thought you wanted me sooo bad!"

"Fuck Sam, you don't understand."

Mike was breathless as he talked.

"A week before my twentieth birthday, I was mugged and kicked in the dick. I woke up in the hospital three hours later and they told me that they removed all my semen. I can never have kids or shoot a load because of that fucking mugger! So, why don't..." 

I had heard enough. That was horrible, but good for me because I didn't want to taste any man's cum; not my forte. So, I shoved the panties back in and dropped to my knees. He must have been six inches, but that was big enough for me. I started stroking him until he was fully erect and then I took him in. It was smooth in my mouth, kind of like those string cheese things, and I started really working on him. I bit down a little and watched him squirm, and then I just licked his dick and played with his balls by rubbing and squeezing them in my hands. It must have been a good five minutes until I stood up again.

"Did you like that?"

"Mmf."

"Do you want more?"

"Mmf."

"Are you now my bitch?"

"Mmf."

"Damn straight. You'll do as I say when I say, and maybe you can have some pussy when I'm done."

So, I slapped his face, took out the gag, and looked at him. I pressed up on him and started grinding into him. Harder and harder while we both gasped for air. I grabbed him by the throat and shoved my tongue in his mouth while I guided his dick in my cunt. Easing back and forth, I slowly fucked him more and more as we kissed. I had both hands around his throat now and had him pound me harder and harder until I came. I undid the belt, shoved him to his knees, and told him to clean up the mess he made. He really worked his tongue this time and I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled on it when I wanted him to go faster and deeper.

"Ok bitch, one more thing until I explore this hotel. Lay down on your stomach, and don't say a word."

I shoved him down, leaving the panties in front of him, and grabbed my lubricant. Siting on his tight ass, I lubricated my fingers and inched toward his hole. Slowly, I entered him and then brought in my other finger. Two fingers were enough, and I started ramming his ass. Mike started to let out a whimper, and I slapped his ass and kept at it. When he moaned, I stopped, shoved the panties in his mouth, and went back to work. I fucked his ass for minutes on end until I got up. His face was flushed and I took the panties out.

"There bitch, I told you not to say a word and you disobeyed. But since I need it, I'm going to let you have a snack."

"You're mine once I get out of the restraint. I'll ram your ass hard!"

"Well bitch, until then, lick my pussy." I rolled him on his back, and positioned myself so that I was over his mouth; and leaned down. He bit and rammed his tongue in me for about five or so minutes and then I got up. I stood him up, tied his arms once again with the belt, and kissed his mouth while I fingered his ass. Finally done, I put the gag back in his mouth, put on my clothes, and went to explore the hotel; leaving him where he was. 

Thanks Frank, maybe I'll take him up on his job offer.



Business



Author's note: As usual I'd like to thank the legendary Mikothe baby for editing this story. 

* * * * * * Dana's story

My name is Dana Woodruff-Patterson, I'm 45 years old. I recently moved back to my old home town in Royal Oak, Michigan. The move was a chance to restart my life for the third time and maybe get over some of the stupid things I've done. I'm going to be teaching history at the community college here in town. A few years ago, I never would have accepted this type of position because I thought that I was destined for academic greatness. I was going to write papers and books and turn the world of history on its ear. Not!!

I didn't come to this delusion alone. I was led down the primrose path, kicking and screaming away from what I now know to be a great life, by people I believed to be of superior intellect and character. I wanted to be like them so badly that I turned my back on everything good in my life. And far too late I found out that they were just using me. As smart as I wanted to believe I was, I was just dumb pussy to them. I guess out in California they're probably still laughing at me now. After 6 years, I'm forced to slink my ass back home to try and pick up the pieces and move on. So that's why I'm here.

Before we get too far let me describe myself. I'm fairly short at barely 5 feet tall. I have short straight brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm kind of thick. I'm not fat, but curvy. I guess my best features are probably my legs. If I say so myself, they're beautiful. They're thick, toned and just ever so muscular. I'm dynamite in a short skirt. That was what had first attracted my ex-husband to me and also unfortunately, what attracted my professors to me and lured me away from my happy marriage.

Speaking of the ex, he's been on my mind a lot lately. Leaving him was of course the biggest, stupidest mistake I ever made. Not that I had much choice. Nope, I'm sure you've heard the story a million times. Happily married couple, she goes back to work or in my case, back to school. While she's there she discovers more excitement with a new class of people. She discovers what was missing in her previously happy marriage and is seduced by the dark side. She ends up screwing the boss or in my case, the head of the college history department. He then promises to help her realize her potential and assume her destiny as a doctor or a lawyer or an Indian Chief. In my case, I was destined to be a brilliant historian, and he was going to lead me to academic success at a level I could never reach with my boring old husband. And naturally he also led me straight into his bed.

At first, it was just the thrill of illicit sex with a man I believed to be brilliant. Then he told me I needed to broaden my horizons sexually as well as intellectually. Then, of course, my husband found out and kicked me out on my cheating ass. I can still remember the day he and his PI cornered us in the professor's office, and served me my divorce papers. 

The professor said something really stupid, and Dan grabbed him by his throat. He looked at him and then just put him down, and actually apologized. I knew at that moment that he really was the smarter man. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eye after seeing how I'd broken his heart.

He refused to have anything to do with me. He never spoke to me again. He didn't even go to court. He just gave me everything and disappeared. None of our old, or should I say, his old friend's would forward him any messages or have anything to do with me either. The college did fire my old professor and settled out of court with Dan. The professor and I moved on. I had no other choice. There was nothing left here for me. 

Once we settled in California, I noticed that the professor started passing me around to some of his colleagues. "All in the name of career advancement," he'd tell me. After a few years of it, it just became the norm. After a while I started to feel more like a "his-whore-ian," than a historian. Then I noticed that a lot of the other historians got the best teaching assignments, or research grants. They got them due to their hard work or their intellect and all I got was fucked, in more ways than one.

I guess it was too late by the time I paid attention to the fact that there was never any tenderness or emotion in the act. It was just the thrill of strange sex, and I started to crave more than that. I was shocked to find out that the professor had no intention of ever marrying me. He actually told me that I was not the type of woman that men married. That I needed more sex and more variety than any man could give me. Meanwhile no one ever really just kissed me, held me, or did things with me just to spend time with me. In short no one cared about me at all. It was always just, "Hey you're really smart, bend over and spread em. "

The final straw was when I came out of the shower after screwing one of the professor's septuagenarian friends and overheard them talking about me. It seems that I was not really on their intellectual level. In fact according to them, I wasn't smart enough to teach history in high school, let alone college.

I spent a lot of time crying after that, and I had to make some hard choices. I couldn't sue the school or anyone because everything I'd done was voluntary. The professor wasn't married, but he did actually have a long time relationship with a physics professor in England. She didn't care who he screwed as long as he came home when she called him. In short, for bringing up the issue anyway, I was dismissed. They did agree not to taint my record with a notice about the issue though, so I could seek employment elsewhere.

That brings me home to Royal Oak. The community college here is really nice. Though not a majorly important academic institution, it gets the job done for the people it serves. My classes begin in 3 days, so this Friday afternoon finds me riding my bike around the campus to get the lay of the land.

As I passed an outdoor cafe, I looked across the street and saw 2 cars that had appeared to be racing stop at a light. The cars were two similar looking Mustang GTs. One was a red convertible with black trim; the other was a black coupe with red trim. The driver of the black car got out at the same time as the other driver. At first I thought there was going to be a fight or at least a yelling match. 

They meet between the cars as the traffic behind them waited for the light to change. The driver of the red car was a striking young woman. The other driver kissed her as they met. What a kiss. They both put their entire souls into it as if they might never see each other again. I smiled, remembering how that felt, and how long it had been since anyone felt that way about me. The driver of the red car, the girl, now that I could see her face, was beautiful. She was about 5' 1', and slender, but curvy. During the past few years I'd experimented with women a couple of times, and though I wasn't really bi or gay, I'd do her. 

She had long tawny hair, and big innocent looking eyes. From my distance I couldn't make out their color, but her facewas glowing. She had that glow that only women in true love ever get. That glow transcends mere concepts of physical beauty and attractiveness. She pulled the baseball cap off of the other driver, and held out her hand. He gave her his jacket, and she put the jacket on and the hat on backwards and stepped into the cafe throwing her keys to the valet. Among the cacophony of horns from other drivers as the light changed, the other driver turned around and got back into his car. As he sped off, I noticed that he's at least twice her age, though he's in incredible shape. I stood there with my mouth agape and stared as his car disappeared. Now I'm sure he's at least twice her age because he's the same age as I am. I no longer need to wonder about the whereabouts of my ex-husband and soul mate, I've found him. What the hell was going on with him and that girl?

* * * * * * Dan and Alex

My name is Dan Patterson. About 6 years ago I found out that my wife Dana had been cheating on me. We had a great life and I thought we had a solid marriage. I was devastated. I wanted to just die, but life goes on. After a while I went back to work. I'd gotten several hundred thousand dollars in a settlement from her old school but I worked anyway, to help me get over Dana. For a couple of years, I just worked. I didn't date and I didn't socialize at all because I really thought that there was something wrong with me. After all, the woman I loved had obviously found other men to be better than I was. My love for her was just not enough. I started to realize after a while that the manufacturing industry here in Michigan was in trouble. I decided to go back to school and get a degree. Really I guess in the back of my mind I thought that if I was smarter that Dana wouldn't have left me.

I picked business management and boy was I scared. A thousand things went through my mind.

What if you're not smart enough? You're too old to go back to school. All the kids are going to laugh at you. You won't fit in. This isn't going to work. I enrolled anyway. 

My first couple of semesters went by quickly. I got straight A's. I was a 4.0 student. I began to think that maybe I wasn't so stupid after all. I still didn't date. I especially couldn't date anyone in school. I was closer in age to the teachers than the students. Starting something with an instructor was more trouble than it was worth. And the thought of starting anything vaguely romantic with one of these young girls made me feel like a pervert. 

Then I met Alex in a trig class and without my knowledge, consideration, or consent, my life began again. We ended up in a study group together. We worked with 5 or 6 other students from our class. After a while, we started to notice that except for the two of us, no one really studied all that much. So we became, at her suggestion, a group of 2. 

Spending time with people either brings you together or points out your differences; in our case, we became friends very quickly. It got to the point for me that I loved the time I spent with her and couldn't wait to see her again. 

It was sometimes very awkward for us at first. Some guy would come over to our table and start trying to talk to her in front of me, as if I wasn't there. And really I wasn't, I was just the old guy after all. Occasionally she'd use me as a shield to deflect the bolder ones away from her. That was the beginning of our first fight. I'd told her that I really didn't think it was fair of her to use me to get out from dealing with the bad parts of her social life. She needed to be able to just tell, the good guys "yes" and the bad guys "no" herself and leave me out of it. I guess my language was a bit too strong. In retrospect, if I'd really examined my feelings I'd have known that I was just jealous. Anyway she just picked up her books and walked out of the library. 

I only saw Alex in class after that. We didn't sit together or speak. I often caught her looking at me out of the corner of my eye, but I never looked back. She joined another study group easily. I had offers because my grades were great, but I preferred to study alone. 

After 2 full weeks the stalemate was still going strong and it might have still been going on now if fate hadn't intervened. One night as I was going back to my car I saw one of the guys in her new study group trying to force Alex into his car. She wasn't having it and was fighting every inch of the way.

Before I knew what I was doing, I jumped between them and grabbed him by his collar. He let go of Alex in surprise and turned to face me.

"Be cool guy," he said to me. "It's just a misunderstanding."

I let him go and saw Alex, picking up her books with tears rolling down her face.

"Fucking tease," I heard the guy mumble.

Hearing the guy's words Alex started bawling and something in my brain snapped.

I turned grabbed the guy and decked him. I reached down and helped Alex up and hugged her. I walked her to her car and stayed there until she drove off.

I almost didn't go back to class. And though I really didn't want to, I went anyway. But instead of getting there early, I made sure I was one of the last to enter the room. I sat way in the back instead of sitting near the front as was my usual habit. As I looked at the board, I saw Alex looking around and I ducked behind the girl in front of me. The instructor gave us an assignment to do in groups. So I worked with the 3 people in front and on either side of me. 

It was fairly easy work. The unit circle, converting angular dimensions into radians and periodicity. I didn't understand what this had to do with business but a class is a class. We were almost done when the instructor gave us a break. We had used the correct formula but our answers weren't quite correct. We just needed a little fine tuning to finish. During the break my group mates left the room to smoke or whatever. I stayed in my seat and started reading a book on my iPhone. 

I was halfway down the first page when I heard movement from the front of the room. I knew the sound of Alex's footsteps and let's face it; I could always feel her from across the room anyway. So I got up and left the room without making eye contact with her.

I came back from break at the last minute and Alex was sitting in my seat. The 2 girls I was working with probably didn't care but the other guy in our group told me that she was working alone and wanted to join our group. He said he'd noticed that she and I were friends so he didn't think I'd mind. I think everyone there knew what was going on. Guys just did things for Alex. I said "no problem." Then grabbed my books from under the desk, and moved to another row. As I worked on the problems I found our error and changed my answers. I turned my paper in with me, myself and I, as my group members. After class my instructor didn't find it as funny as I did but she softened a bit when I told her that it was a problem with group dynamics. And that rather than creating a problem, I chose to withdraw from the situation.

Alex was waiting for me outside of the class room. The woman had the biggest bluest eyes you have ever seen. I know being a guy, I should talk about her ass or her tits, but it was her eyes that got me every time and still do. Her mouth is also incredible, it can be snarky or playful or just so sexy you want to attack her. And it changes from second to second. Her breasts do kind of rocket away from her tiny waist, to a truly awesome differential, but not being one of those guys who is an expert on bra sizes I couldn't begin to guess what size they were, but they were not small. And I loved the way her ass filled out a skirt, but it was still those eyes that I could and can never say no to.

As I stepped out of the class room, she was there of course. And she said those words that women always use to preface every seemingly serious situation.

"We need to talk," she said, very quietly.

"No, we don't," I answered equally metered to match both her tone and delivery.

"Yes, we do," she replied more insistently.

"Why?" I asked.

I don't think Alex was ready for that and she just stood there thinking about it, as I walked away.

Unfortunately, I was not nearly as smart as I thought. In my mind, I saw her just going with the flow and me not having to deal with her until class next week. We probably wouldn't have another group assignment for a while and if I continued to slip in late and disappear immediately after class and at break time, I could avoid her for the near future. After a while it wouldn't matter anymore and after this class I probably wouldn't see much of her. The chances of us being in very many classes together in a school this size, wasn't very good. It wasn't impossible but It just wasn't probable. Anyway, that was my plan.

Alexander Graham Bell fucked my plan up of course. All she had to do was reach out and touch someone, namely me. I was so busy thinking about her that I didn't look at my caller ID and just picked up the phone when she called.

"Hello," I answered.

"OK, where do you live, I don't want to talk over the phone," she said.

"Why not?" I asked. "And, if we can't talk on the phone, I think it would be better to meet on neutral ground."

"Why, so you can just walk off and continue avoiding and ignoring me?" she asked. "Nope, we need to get this over with and get back to normal."

"How do you define normal?" I asked.

"You ask the oddest questions." she said. "Now where do you live?"

I gave her my address, but told her I'd meet her in the common area, near the building's lobby.

10 minutes later, she stepped into the room and every person there stopped what they were doing to look at her. She quickly saw me and came over. She sat down across from me and smiled. 

"OK what's up your butt?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"Then why are you so mad at me?" she asked. Her face was pensive but still so beautiful. What I had trouble understanding was why this meant so much to her. She was very smart besides being pretty and she could easily find someone else to study with.

"Let's see, if I recall, it was you who went stomping out of the library," I said.

"Only after you accused me of using you," she countered. "Then you turned what should have been a small tiff, into world war 3."

"I'm sure you don't realize this but I kept trying to get your attention in class the next day." She stared at me as she spoke and I had to look away. 

"I wanted to talk to you then," she said. "But you wouldn't even look at me, so I got mad too. I thought if I joined a different study group you'd have to come and talk to me, or tell me off. But you didn't, it was like you just didn't care. Then that asshole grabbed me. Sorry I said that."

"What?" I asked.

"The A word," she smiled as she said it.

"It fits," I said.

"Anyway, do you know how many people saw him trying to pull me into his car and just kept walking?" she asked. "Not you of course, so then I knew you still cared and I was looking forward to class tonight. I almost couldn't wait the 3 days. I hoped you'd call me, but you didn't. I started to call you a hundred times, but you know." She shrugged her shoulders and what her breasts did to her blouse was pornographic. I really think that she doesn't know what she does to men with little movements like that.

"Anyway I got to class early," she said. "I got here an hour early, so we could talk." Again the laser like focus of the eyes made me shiver.

"And you didn't show up. Every time the door opened, I practically jumped out of my seat," she said. "Then finally Ms. Vanya came in. And since you're always early, I thought you were going to miss class. And I thought that was good."

I interrupted her then, "Why would it be good for me not to be in class?"

"No, no, idiot, I wanted you to come to class, but if you weren't there, you'd need to copy someone's notes, and have them explain the new material to you, right?" I nodded but I didn't see her point.

"Who do you think would have volunteered?" she asked. "That would have been an easy way for us to talk." She was smiling now and moving closer to me.

"Then I looked around, when she gave out the group assignment and there you were. But you looked everywhere except at me and I knew you were still upset."

"I'm not upset," I said.

"No, you're just being uncharacteristically stupid," she smiled. "So I decided that I wasn't putting up with this crap any longer. When we went on break I was going to just walk over to talk to you. But you just left. I wasn't putting up with that, so I just joined your group and waited for you." She'd moved close enough to me that I could smell her perfume, and I was getting nervous, but she just continued to talk.




Business



"And you just quit the group and worked with someone else. Those two nerd girls were really mean to me after you left. So anyway, that's where we are now," she said.

"Where's that?" I asked.

"The place where we discuss our issues and work past them," she said.

"So what do you hope to accomplish here?" I asked

"You aren't listening to me," she said exasperatedly. "I want us back to normal."

"And there we go again," I said. "Define normal. We are taking a 16 week class together, correct?" she nodded.

"We are roughly half way through the class, correct?" again she nodded.

"There are a lot of people in our class, correct?" she nodded.

"Do you get along with everyone in the class?" I asked.

"Of course not" she said.

"Is it not a fact that in only 8 short weeks or less, we'll be done with this class and probably won't ever see most of these people again?" I asked. 

"Probably," she said. "But what's your point?"

"We worked together for a while. We came to a difference of opinion. We quit working together," I said looking at her.

"We go our separate ways. We both get good grades. The class ends, life goes on, roll credits, the end," I said.

"That would be a very depressing movie," she said softly. "But then again, I always get these things wrong anyway." She seemed really sad.

"Do you know how I felt after what you said to me?" she asked. "I felt really bad, mostly because it was kind of true, but not really." 

"But by the next day, I felt something different." She had again scooted even closer to me.

"Angry?" I asked.

"Nope, not even close," she said. "I felt lonely."

"What?" I asked.

"I'm taking 4 classes right now," she said. "I hate Math, I always have." We were sitting so close now that our arms were touching.

"Ask me what my favorite class is," she said.

"It's your comp lit class," I said.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"You told me that the first week," I told her. 

"And you remembered?" she smirked. "But it's changed since then. Question number 2. What color are my eyes?" she asked closing them.

"Too easy," I said, "They're blue and they darken just a bit when you're stuck or frustrated. And they move from side to side, when you do numbers. And...."

"See what I mean?" she said, as if she'd made a great point. "Dan, you're my only friend here."

"There are plenty of people here that want to be your friend," I said.

"Nope, most of them just want to fuck me," she said.

"How old do you think I am?" she asked.

"Too easy, you're 23," I said.

"Know why it took me so long to get started in school?" she asked.

"I got married about a year after I graduated from high school. I came from a small town and I planned to work for a while before going to college. I met a guy and we dated for a while. Once we got engaged, my life got better because all the guys who'd been following me around got the message and backed off," she said. I was sitting there listening to her and wondering why she was telling me all of this. But I couldn't leave because I just liked being close to her. 

"I'm not stupid. I know what I look like. But I really am not that kind of girl," she said. "I always try to make it on my brains and accomplishments but almost nobody gives me a chance. I was waiting until after we got married to have sex, but Steve was so persuasive." She got a slightly harder edge to her voice and I could tell that she was about to tell me something that she wasn't proud of.

"Our town had a traditional Harvest Ball dance. Two nights before the ball, I let him have my cherry. By the night of the dance everybody knew he'd had me. It was all over town. You know what his excuse was?" I felt bad for her. I could tell she was still a little hurt. I shook my head.

"He told me that it was such a special occasion, and so beautiful that he had to tell people about it. And he was doing it for me, because a lot of people in town thought I was a lesbian but he'd set them straight." I looked at her because I couldn't believe anyone would try a line that was so stupid.

"Anyway, I forgave him and we got married," she said. "He cheated on me on our honeymoon, with the maid. He said he'd never had sex with a minority before but she couldn't compare to me. All my life I just wanted to get married and have a family. Just be a wife and mother and maybe have a job I liked." 

"I didn't find out until later that Steve didn't share my viewpoint. He insisted on using condoms and me being on the pill to make sure there were no "accidents," that could ruin his life. He was also, at the time, screwing most of my friends."

"He did it because even when we were dating, he was cheating on me and never saw any reason to stop. I overheard him tell one of his friends that I was a sex trophy, great to look at, but basically useless in bed. He'd won me, so he had the trophy but that was no reason to mess up his sex life."

"My supposed friends, on the other hand fell into 2 groups. Group A were jealous of the way I look and thought it was a hoot to sneak around with my husband behind my back. Group B were basically just sluts who would screw anything that moved, and Steve moved a lot."

"So, I divorced him and got a great settlement...What's fifty percent of nothing?" she asked. I had a completely different view of what her life must've been like after listening to her.

"I came here to start a career, and get a fresh start on life. And guys here are all the same. They have conversations with my breasts every day. No one gives me credit for having a single thought in my head. They just want a piece of ass. And the funny thing is, just like with Steve, if they get it, they tend to move on. They just plant the flag, tell the story, and move on to the next conquest."

"The nice guys are so intimidated by me that they rarely ask me out, and most of them are pretty much the same once you break through their shyness. And then there's you. You actually listen to me all the time and you remember things I tell you. And you look me in the face, not in the chest."

"Do you know I've caught you several times just staring at my face?"

"I love the time we spend together. My plan was for us to take more classes together after this one. As far as using you goes, I guess I did kind of do that. I let people think that you were in the boyfiend slot. But only because you seemed to be volunteering for the job." She looked at me again.

"I kind of thought that you liked me a little bit too. Then you just threw me away like I didn't matter and it really hurt me." She bit her puffy lower lip and my heart melted.

"So, I wanted to see if you'd get jealous about me working with those guys but I only got into trouble and you had to come and rescue me anyway," she said.

"Alex, I'm just not any good with people," I said. "First off, your measly 24 years of life is nothing. I'm almost twice your age. 6 years ago I went through almost the same thing you did. After being married for a long time to a woman I thought was my partner for life, she not only cheated on me but left me."

"At least you were strong enough to pick up your pieces and move on. I haven't dated or socialized, period, since then. I'm not sure I qualify as fit company, much less a friend to anyone."

So anyway Alex and I made up and we aced the trig class. And we started taking classes together. It was easy because we were both in business programs and had many of the same requirements.

Over the next few months, we always studied together, even when we didn't need to. She started suggesting that we needed to go to places sometimes to observe the way successful and also unsuccessful businesses did things. We also needed to research different types of operations, to see what type of business we each might be suited for. We went to restaurants, we went to museums and we went shopping together. Finally, she asked me to go to a dance club that someone had told her about in one of the few classes we didn't take together. 

"Alex", I said curiously. "Shouldn't you ask someone else to go there?" 

"Why would I do that?" she snapped. Her eyes got kind of narrow and by that time I knew enough to be careful how I phrased my next statement.

"Well, going to a dance club doesn't seem much like research." I said.

"What does it seem like?" she asked. Her eyes flashed letting me know to tread carefully.

"It seems more like a social thing," I started.

"You mean, it seems like a date," she said. She leaned back and put one tiny hand on her hip.

"Exactly," I said, "And I've already explained my position on socializing. I'm just not ready for that."

"Dan," she said looking at me the way you look at a four year old.

"We go shopping together don't we?" she asked. "We go out to museums, don't we? We go out to eat together all the time, don't we? Have you, in all of this time heard me mention going to do those things or anything else, with anyone else?"

I stopped and thought about it. "Well, I guess I just assumed you did," I said.

"Dan, we've been dating for months now, I think everybody knows about it except you," she said. "So why can't we go dancing?"

* * * * * * Dana

After getting over my shock at seeing my ex-husband with that girl, I stood there in the street for a few minutes. Actually I wasn't over it. I don't know what I'd been thinking. I guess in the back of my mind I'd began thinking that maybe, if Dan still lived in the area and wasn't re-married or maybe even if he was, there might be a chance for us. I knew that if I hadn't fucked things up we'd still be together today. But seeing him with that girl made me feel funny. Before I realized it I was following her into the café.

It was crowded and noisy, with some kind of music playing. As she made her way over to a table in the back, I watched her. She was certainly popular. And everyone there seemed to know her. It seemed as if half of the place spoke to her on her way to the table she sat at. 

There were already people at the table she chose. She ordered something to drink. I watched as several men, boys, whatever approached her and asked her to dance. She just said, "no," every time. She talked with the people at her table, they were probably friends.

She also took out a pad and made notes on it from time to time. I had to admit she was a very pretty, very popular girl. That still doesn't explain what she's doing with my Dan. Maybe she's an escort or a hooker. That would explain a lot. Dan was so shattered after I broke his heart that he couldn't form normal relationships anymore and had to see hookers.

If she was the center of attraction in the café, I was the exact opposite. I couldn't even get a waiter. I guess I was expecting some kind of special treatment being a professor and all, but none was forthcoming. Apparently Intelligence was not the coin of the realm in this place.

A guy next to me saw me staring at her, and was obviously amused.

"That's Alex," he said. "She's really hot. But don't get your hopes up mama, I don't think she swings that way. You probably aren't the first woman to look at her though."

"She certainly is popular," I said.

"Not the way you think," he replied back. "Most of those people you see sitting with her or going to talk to her, work for her."

I turned to look at him more seriously. Maybe he could help me after all.

"Let's get a table and talk," I said. He looked at me dubiously. 

"Don't worry, I just want to find out a few things," I said. "And I'll pay for your food and drinks."

That actually worked. He raised his hand, and a waiter appeared and pointed us to a filthy table, that was no where near my target. Yep, I called her my target, because she had something I wanted. I hadn't planned for anything like this when I left my apartment this morning. But in the space of a few minutes, my life was now focused on one thing. I wanted my husband back, very badly. And if I had to go toe to toe with some teenaged cheerleader to get him back; her pom-poms had better be fluffy, because I was serious.

I kept thinking, that in a serious academic comparison of life experience, or compatibility, I had to be superior to this girl. I also, because of my recent past, had to be far more experienced sexually. In my mind this would be a slam dunk. If I could just get Dan over what I'd done to him. We could start fresh and I'd never hurt him again. I would gladly spend the rest of my life making it up to him. It might not be that difficult. He had to be over his hurt by now. Maybe he missed me and might even forgive me. On the other hand if he was still bitter and angry, 6 years or so later, that only meant that emotionally he still had feelings for me. Otherwise he'd have let that anger go and gotten over me.

My initial assessment of the target was as I found out, flawed. My newly found friend, whose name was Mark, started filling me in.

"I already told you her name is Alexandra, but everyone calls her Alex," he said. "I think she's about 25, but with a body like that, nobody cares if she's a little old." His crack about 25 being old made me almost choke.

"It doesn't matter anyway though, because she's kind of not on the market," he said.

"See watch this," he pointed towards her table. A couple of guys approached her table and spoke to her. She shook her head negatively, and one of the guys said something else to her. She shook her head again, and the guy just walked off angrily. I also noticed that the guys at her table had stood up, as if they were in protection mode.

"See, she freezes everybody out," he said. "That's what I meant. She's kind of a 1 man woman. But that's not why everybody is after her. Most of them want to work."

"What do they do for her?" I asked.

"Her and her man are business majors," he said. "They started a business as a project for a class and it took off. It's brilliant actually. And so simple that you wonder why no one thought of it before now." I looked confused. Dan was no business genius. At least he wasn't when we were married. 

"They have kind of a super-sonic temp service," said Mark. "I assume when they graduate in a few months, they'll go full time with it. They're already very profitable, you should see their cars. They have his and hers Mustangs, just sweet." He shook his head.

"What I wouldn't give to be that guy," he said. "He's old, but really nice and smart as hell. And she loves him like there's no tomorrow. Every time you see her, she's wearing his jacket or something of his. And they hold hands and junk. It's kind of sickening really. But I'd give my left nut to have her that sick over me."

His words washed over me abrasively. It was as if he knew exactly what things I most feared hearing and said every one of them.

I had to re-assess my situation. First off, I had to admit, she was prettier than I am. She's also built better. She was obviously also smart. And unlike my expertise in history, her business acumen was far more practical. Her skills worked in the real world, whereas my intellect was limited to purely academic settings. The worst blow of all though, was the fact that for years I'd over-looked Dan. I'd written him off as beneath me in intelligence when in his own way he was probably as smart as I am. And this girl had managed to see past the outward shell and find and help him to develop his potential.

As I watched, my Dan approached her from behind and leaned over her head so their heads were upside down to each other. He very gently kissed her in that odd position and she just soaked it up. Her arms went up to gently caress the side of his face. He sat down beside her and she snuggled in with his arm around her and her face just fucking glowed. I couldn't stand seeing that little bitch touch him. I think it showed in my face because Mark, whom I'd been ignoring since Dan arrived, stated talking again. 

"I told you it was kind of sickening," he said. "But they're really nice, if you like that whole fairy tale kind of thing. The weirdest thing is they're really boring. I mean no wild parties, they just do stuff together. Kind of like some dull old married couple. She has their whole life planned and he just goes along with it." He shrugged his shoulders in kind of a "go figure," gesture.

"I dated one of their staffers and she told me something really funny," he said. He leaned over to me as if he was giving me some sort of secret information.

"Their plan is to graduate, get their degrees and then they'll keep their business going to raise enough money to get a bigger place. They'll get married and then she just wants to retire and start having kids." His voice rose as he said the last part as if it was the most foreign or the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

"Can you imagine that, what a waste of an education," he said. "But I guess they know what they want. Me, I'm gonna travel the world, and make lots of money, have wild sex, and never stop for shit."

In the back of my mind I thought, after a few years you'll grow up and realize that all of the wild shit gets just as boring. Even worse, it starts to make you feel like shit. You feel more like a thing than a person. And you realize that you really don't matter much to anyone. Instead of having someone who really loves you and would do anything for you. You're just an object they can use to get off. Fucking and making love, are not the same thing. I've probably been fucked thousands of times but I don't remember the last time anyone kissed me like he kissed her. I came in here thinking she was some kind of hooker, now I realized that I'm the whore. And even worse that my ex-husband is in love again, probably a stronger love than the one we shared. 

I threw a couple of bills on the table and got up before Mark's food even arrived. Blissfully, Dan had his mind on only one person in the café and never even noticed me.

* * * * * * Dan 

Alex and I started officially dating. It was weird, funny, strange, odd and just wonderful all at the same time. We had so many things in common but also a lot of things that we just couldn't come to terms with. Usually, we just laughed and found a way to work around those issues or I gave in, or she did. The age difference was never really a factor. Mostly because I'm old and she's an old fashioned girl. We both had issues with trust and giving our hearts because of our pasts. We were kind of like 2 broken winged birds, who on their own, could never fly again but together, flying was not only easy, it was magical. 

Our company DanAlex Inc. started as a class project. We were assigned to come up with a way to modernize an existing business plan or to make it more flexible.

We decided to set up a faux Temp agency. It would be a partnership between Alex and me. By this time we were beyond dating, but not quite intimate. We hugged and kissed a lot though. I guess we were both kind of gun-shy at that time. 

The difference in our temp agency though was that we would make usage of an ever renewing resource. Our resource also had an extremely broad base to draw on. We were using college students to fill the jobs. Alex would handle the administrative aspects and I'd handle the management duties. She took care of the payroll, payments, taxes, billing, records etc. I took care of scheduling, meeting with clients, meeting with workers and arranging and making arrangements to secure both customers and workers. We had spread sheets, flyers, our business plan, and sample reports. We even went so far as to make letterhead and business cards. It was brilliant. 

When we went to our pre-submission review with our professor, he reminded us that this was a group project. A group needed four members, 3 at the very least. But he liked our idea. He suggested a couple of bright students in our class who were in underperforming groups. We spoke to several and picked Darla Martin to work with us. We didn't make her a partner but she became a full part of the team. Our meeting with Darla was really funny. She was tall and thin and had a very bubbly personality. 




Business



Her first words to us were, "So the professor told you two to actually have a group, huh?" She smiled and said that she wanted to work with us anyway. 

"But you guys are hard to talk to. You're so, "us against the world." Are you guys, like married or something?"

"Or something," said Alex. "But we'll keep you posted."

The thing that made Darla great was that her range of skills covered an area that neither, Alex or I, excelled in.

Darla was a genius in marketing. Alex and I were so busy designing and creating our business plan and procedures that we hadn't considered how we'd market it. Darla took over marketing. We got our A. We must have lost some of our cards or flyers somewhere though, because the very night that we saw our posted grade, we got a call. Someone had found one of our cards and tried to hire us. We called Darla and told her about it. She laughed with us. 

Then Alex turned to me with a serious look on her face and asked me. "Dan, what are we going to do next?"

"Whatever you want Alex," I said.

"Oh that's so cute," said Darla.

"No seriously," said Alex. "What are we going to do, after all of this?"

"I don't want us to drift apart and you work for one company and I work for another company. Then we never see each other, we grow apart, our sex life goes to hell and you start cheating on me." Darla and I looked at her crazily.

"And we get a divorce," she said.

"Alex, I'd never cheat on you," I said. "I'd die first, and we don't have a sex life anyway."

"You guys aren't fucking? You're kidding me, right?" said Darla.

"What's your answer?" I asked.

"Let's do it for real," said Alex.

To make a long story short, we did. Our plan was to find situational workers or temps for a wide variety of businesses to supplement or complement our customers' existing workforce. If a business needed secretaries or clerks, we gave them business majors. If they needed designers or draftsmen, we had engineering students. We had chemists, medical technicians and lab techs. Almost any job they needed to fill, we could. It was a triple win situation. The businesses got a steady supply of highly skilled and easily adaptable workers, some of whom got permanent positions. College students everywhere need money, so we had no shortage of students volunteering. And we made money, lots of money. Let's face it, our startup costs were next to nothing. We already had everything made for the project. It was pure profit. Alex started on the books, I started calling on customers and Darla started a marketing campaign, with flyers, free radio and internet spots and word of mouth. 

After a while I found a far more organized way of selecting the proper applicants for positions. I set up a referral system of professors in each of the disciplines we needed. The professors got a small percentage for recommending their best and brightest students. This also made the students work and study harder in hopes of getting those recommendations. Being one of our faculty advisors was a highly sough after position. If you were a math teacher who worked with us, you got a lot more students in your class because lots of students wanted those jobs.

I think that the best thing that happened was that Alex and I spent even more time together. At this point we didn't have a building. We were running the business out of my apartment. After a day spent in school and a long evening spent going over the books or planning presentations for local businesses, we were sometimes together for days at a time.

Then Alex started bringing clothes with her so she could just change there, instead of me having to take her home before we went out. Or if it was one of our all night cramming sessions before we went to class. One night, while I was practicing a power-point slide show for a meeting the next day, I noticed that Alex was falling asleep.

"Come on sleepy head, I'll take you home," I said.

"I'll just sleep here," she said.

You could have pushed me over with a feather. The next morning when Darla arrived all full of bubbles as usual, she asked me, "Where's Alex?"

"She's still asleep," I said.

"Well shouldn't you go pick her up?" she asked. "Are you guys having an argument?"

"I don't have to go pick her up, she's here," I said.

Darla raised her eyebrows several levels, but didn't say a word.

"That's how rumors get started," I said. "She slept in the bed, I took the couch."

"You're fucking kidding me," said Darla. "You're pretty dense aren't you?" she asked. "Uhm aren't you supposed to be the older more experienced one?"

"Think about this, a woman who's obviously attracted to you, spends the night at your place." She tilted her head like I was supposed to understand what the hell she was talking about.

"She asked you to stay too, didn't she?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said.

"What do you think was on her mind?" asked Darla.

"Maybe, she was too tired to go home and just wanted to crash." I said. "You know Dee, both of us aren't dented. Maybe she wanted to test me to see if I could be trusted. How does she know that I'm not some axe murderer, waiting to get her alone and at my mercy so I could try to rape her while she's sleeping?"

The door to the bedroom opened and a sleepy Alex emerged. 

"Clothes," she said. I pointed to the couch.

"Kisses," she said. I kissed her.

"If you're going to rape me, do it while I'm awake." she said. Then she started the shower and closed the bathroom door.

"Did you notice that?" asked Darla.

"Yep," I said. "That T-shirt has never looked that good on me."

"No, not that. She kissed you with morning breath and you didn't gag. Eww, gross," she said.

"I still can't believe you guys didn't, you know...She didn't go home. Whoa, that's big. "Everybody in her dorm will probably notice...."

"Notice what?" asked Alex, as she toweled her hair and handed me a brush.

"That you didn't go home last night." said Darla.

"I am home or I would be, if someone asked me," said Alex.

"Asked you what?" I said.

"God you're thick," said Darla.

So Alex moved in with me, we still didn't actually have sex for a few days but I was in heaven. After the first night, when she went to bed, she told me I could sleep in the bed with her, if I could keep my hands to myself. I slept on the couch. I didn't want to risk losing her. The next night as I kissed her goodnight she pulled me down on the bed and just said, "Please stay." 

When I woke up the next morning, we were spooned together, with my arms around her. She turned her head and kissed me, and said, "OK, so you obviously want our first time to be anal?"

I jumped back and said "What?"

I was saved by Darla's usual early morning knock at the door.

"Hey guys, have you looked at our corporate BB lately? We're doing really well cash wise. 25 percent of that is mine, right? Because I'm buying a car," she said. "No more schmoozing rides from you two." Then she looked at us curiously.

"Am I missing something?" she asked.

"Dan wants to try anal," said Alex.

"What, when, details?" said Darla. I must have turned red in the face.

"Well, I woke up and thought there was a pipe poking against my butt," started Alex. "But it was only Dan or one part of Dan anyway."

"Alex," I said.

"Dan," she said back.

That's how DanAlex Inc. got started and how Alex and I got more serious.

* * * * * * Dana

For about 3 weeks I settled into my new life. I taught classes, checked papers, met with students, checked more papers, attended faculty meetings and staff training and CHECKED PAPERS. 

I made a few friends, most were too new to be considered true friendships though. I looked around and tried to reach out to some of our old friends from my married life. The few that I could find, still wanted nothing to do with me. Time apparently doesn't heal all wounds no matter what the old saying claims. 

I went out to a club that was 50 miles away to make sure that I wouldn't run into anyone from the school or my new life. Very few of the men approached me early on but as it got later, I got a few bites. Finally I allowed one big burly guy to take me to a place that was more comfortable. It turned out to be the back of his car. What a romantic. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear in place of foreplay. His words were so poetic they drove me to tears. He said, "Come on baby, gimme that pussy." 

Then he just rammed his dick in me. 3 or 4 strokes later, he pulled out and with a grunt squirted his load all over my face and my brand new sweater. I was still in pain from the initial un-lubricated penetration, and he was done. 

He used more of his flattery to ensure a 2nd date at some point in the future. He said, "Look bitch, it's getting late and I gotta work tomorrow so see ya."

I knew then that he was my soul mate. Not! He made a night with my vibrator seem like a honeymoon. 

But he really did help me more than I knew at the time. My session with him was in fact a view in microcosm of all of my relationships since I destroyed my marriage. So I went through the motions of life, but mostly I just ached. 

As I taught my classes or passed through the halls, I never saw Dan or his bimbo. But I heard about them constantly. I'd pass a math class and the professor would ask, "What is symmetry? Describe something symmetrical."

Some pimple faced nerd would raise his hand and with a smirk say, "Alexandra Stanton".

And I saw those damned DanAlex T-shirts on everyone. Even some of the faculty wore them.

I fucking hated DanAlex with a passion. One of my new friends Melva Bryant decided that living like a hermit wasn't good for me. So she decided that she and I, and a couple of the other female faculty members needed a girl's night out. We decided to meet at, strangely enough, the same bar/club I'd gone to the week before, oh joy. But at least I'd be getting out. 

We decided that I'd ride with her and meet up after class the next day. She called me a hour before the meeting and told me she'd be a few minutes late because she had to turn in her list, and as a new proffesor she thought I might find it interesting. I really don't think she knew.

As I entered the staff office, I heard her voice in her cubicle. I thought she had students so I sat down outside to wait. She saw me and motioned for me to come on in and I heard her voice say, "This is the new history professor I was telling you about."

As I entered the cubicle time slowed down drastically. I remember seeing tanned and toned female legs that were at least a mile long. That damned streaked tawny hair cascading in waves halfway down her tiny little back. She must've had at least a yard of cleavage in a low cut sweater, and those crystal clear eyes. As she looked at me there was no recognition. There shouldn't have been because we'd never actually met. 

But Dan knew me instantly and lurched backwards, his snarl of revulsion wasn't covered up nearly quickly enough for anyone not to have seen it. Before any words were even spoken, the little bitch jumped up and moved between me and my Dan. As if she needed to, or could protect him from me. 

That was when I decided that the bitch had to die.

Melva quickly tried to defuse the situation though she didn't know what was going on.

"Dan Patterson, I'd like you to meet Dana Woodruff-Patters....oh shit!" said Melva.

"Exactly," said Dan. "Melva, can we do this tomorrow?"

"Call Alex in the morning and you can reschedule." He was leaving too fast to even talk.

He never made eye contact with me. He just backed away, as if I was a rabid dog he had stumbled onto while out for a run.

Alex eyed me as they left, obviously sizing me up and in her little mind finding me lacking.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," said Melva.

"Actually I still don't know," she said. "Let me guess, sister, cousin, sister?"

"Ex-wife," I snapped.

"Holy shit, I didn't see that one coming!" exclaimed Melva.

"I just figured it had to be some kind of nasty incest thing from all of the tension in the air. It's still so thick in here that you can feel it and they're gone," she said. "It's funny though, you don't seem like his type."

"Why, because I'm not a 20 year old cheerleader with huge tits and no brains," I snapped.

"Never underestimate her, she's pretty damned smart." said Melva. "And if she thinks you're trying to come between them, it might get ugly. Did you see her put herself between you guys?" I just nodded. I was still too shocked to comment.

This is a story that I must hear," she said.

"What about the bar?" I asked

"Neither that place or the lowlifes in it are going anywhere," said Melva. "Besides you look like you need to unload, it'll make you feel better. But tell me something. You knew he was around here, didn't you?" I nodded and so did she. She smiled broadly.

"I could tell because you didn't freak out that much when he saw you, but he looked like he was staring into hell," she smirked. "He couldn't get out of here fast enough, what happened?"

"Short version?" I said. Melva nodded.

"We were married for over 10 years," I started. "He worked really hard to support us. Do you see the way he treats that little cunt?" She gave another nod with a smile on her face. Yeah I could see she liked the way he treated that girl and maybe even wanted some of that for herself.

"Well that was the way he treated me too," I said, which left her dumbfounded.

"When he loves someone he just gives them all of him, no questions and no conditions. When I wanted to go back to school, he started working double shifts to pay for my tuition and books and supplies. After a while I started thinking I had outgrown him and I was smarter than him. I started doing things I shouldn't have done, with people I shouldn't have. He kept trying to put the spark back in our marriage and he trusted me." I wrung my hands and looked away from her. Even now I was ashamed of the way I'd acted back then and the things I'd done.

"So when he found out I was cheating on him, it just broke his heart and he just left. We never even talked about it. After he had his lawyers serve me the Divorce papers 6 years ago, I never heard from him again until just now. Of course I tried to fight it. I refused to sign the papers and refused to meet with his lawyers. I figured he'd have to come to me to get me to sign them but he never did." 

"His lawyers ended up suing the school I went to and got my scumbag professor fired. I ended up moving on with the scumbag. But after a few years, It was going nowhere because we had a difference of opinion on our relationship."

"I know how it is with those old academics," said Melva. "You thought you were his partner or his academic equal and he thought you were just his girlfriend or his mistress and you should just stay home and keep the house."

"Not even close," I said. "I thought I was his protégé. I knew I wasn't on his level but thought that he'd help me to develop my intellect like he told me. He thought I was his personal whore and after he tired of me, he passed me around to all of his friends, who treated me like dumb pussy."

"So 6 wasted years later, I'm teaching in a community college and who turns up here?"

"Dan Patterson, who won't even look at me," I said.

"Sweetie, you are kind of old for him," she said.

"He's 3 months older than I am," I told her.

"Well, the years don't affect us all evenly," she said. "You want him back don't you?"

"With every breath I take," I answered.

"Find someone else," she said, "He did."

"Plus," she finished. "It almost made him sick, to look at you. So I wouldn't hold out much hope. "But if you insist," she said, "You do have a couple of cards to play. Neither one of which might work, but it could at least get you some face to face time."

"What?" I asked

"First off," she said.

"If he is your ex-husband, you can legally get a lawyer and take him to court to amend your settlement. He is on the verge of getting RFR with DanAlex."

"What's RFR?" I asked.

"Really Fucking Rich," she said.

"Since he started the business after you divorced, most judges will not give you a dime but at least you'd have to communicate to try and settle the petition, who knows."

I was nodding my head, Melva was pretty smart, slippery, but smart.

"Secondly," she said. "You might want to sit down."

"Why?" I asked.

"You never signed the papers, and he left. Technically when he left, he abandoned you," she said. "You didn't sign the papers, so you might still legally be married. And Dan living with Alexandra could constitute adultery on his part." My eyes were wide open when she said that.

"In short you cheated and he cheated, it's a wash and you're still married. Most judges would want counseling to try and solve your problems before they'd give you the divorce. He might even have to stop seeing her during the counseling period."

I was smiling from ear to ear. In my mind I was going to take Melva's plan one step further. I had to arrange an accident for little Alex. There were a number of reasons why this had to happen. I knew that Dan would never willingly give that girl up. I also knew that she'd never give him up either. She'd kill me first. And number 3, if something were to happen to her, Dan would be hurt very badly. Not that I wanted to hurt him, but the facts were clear. He'd only loved 2 women in his entire life. So if something happened to that little bitch, who else would he turn to, to help him through his grief? Helping him deal with the tragic loss of poor little Alex might over write my past transgressions. I needed a lawyer, a plan, and a makeover.

* * * * * * Dan

"Alex, we need to go on vacation," I said.

"Two questions," she replied. "One." She held up one of her tiny fingers.

"Where are we going, and for how long?" she asked.

"Anywhere," I said, "Let's go to Paris, women always want to see Paris."

"I don't," she said. "It's just another city."

"Two," she said, holding up another finger.

"Why and more importantly, why now?" she asked. "It's that evil bitch isn't it? I should have kicked her ass then."

That was really funny to me, because Alex was so out of character. She was not really used to using profanity, and here she was saying "bitch," and "ass," in the same sentence.

Also, Dana was not a huge woman, but Alex was tiny. The only thing remotely big on her were her breasts and those eyes. So the thought of her actually being able to kick anyone's ass, except for an elementary school kid was funny. On a purely size and disposition rating, I think most junior high-school girls could kick Alex's ass. So I had to avoid laughing at her, but her desire to protect me made me love her even more. 

"We are not letting her run us out of town, no way. We have a business to take care of," she said emphatically.

"Besides, I'm already on vacation," she said snuggling up to me. "Every day that we're together, is a vacation Dan."

"This isn't what I wanted when I was a little girl. That will come in a bit. But right now I can't think of anything I want more than us. I know that old woman hurt you, but I'll never let her do it again. She teaches history, we've both already fulfilled our history requirements."

"We don't need to have any contact with her. Let's just be us, and let her go to hell," she said.

"Is there anything else ma'am?" I asked

"Yes, we need to have a board meeting right now," she smiled.

"OK," I said, "I'll call Darla and get her over here."

"Not that kind of board meeting." Her smile got brighter.

"What other kind is there?" I asked.

"The kind we have in our bedroom, when we're bored," she said smiling.

"Or where I get bored," she took off running for the door. I ran after her, forgetting what I was worried about in the first place. Why was I worried? I was in love with the most beautiful girl in the universe. Why should I care if my dried up whore of an ex-wife was teaching at our school? Because life always wants to piss in your corn flakes, that's why.




Business



* * * * * * Dana

Over the next few days I got really busy and I worked really hard. My plan needed work on 3 fronts. First I had to get a good lawyer to look into both legal aspects of my case. The one that was the most interesting to me was the fact that we could still possibly be married. I didn't actually sign the fucking divorce papers but I remember there was a clause in them that after a certain period of time they would be approved whether I signed or not. But a more interesting thing was the fact that Dan, being the aggrieved party, the one bringing the suit anyway had simply disappeared. Now if he hadn't signed the papers, the complaint could've been dismissed. I'd hurt him so badly, that he just filed and left town. Going after Dan for money was secondary because I didn't want DanAlex, I just wanted Dan.

Naturally his money would come with him.

The second part of my plan was to work on me. I joined a gym, got a personal trainer, and started a diet and exercise program. If I was to have even a chance to compete with Miss teen America, I needed to be the best I could be. But it was going to be hard. Even I have to admit that I am no where near as pretty as she is. And yes, I fucked the trainer too, so what?

The last part of my plan involved finding some people who hated the little bitch as much as I do.

It would be ideal to have someone drug her and drag her out of a restaurant or club while Dan waited for her. After they got her out of there, they could do whatever they wanted to her. Preferably give her some kind of date rape drugs and fuck her. I wanted them to get it on film. Hell, every guy in town that thinks that her shit didn't stink could come over and fuck the shit out of her for free. Then I'd show the video to Dan. I'd need to make sure he thought that she did it of her own free will. Then she'd be no better than me. And the way he viewed cheaters, he'd have to leave her. Just think his little heart all shattered and me swooping in to pick up the pieces.

A few weeks later I was ready. My lawyer had researched the situation and found out that there had been no final decree of divorce for us. We were still actually married pending filing of the paperwork. We were in fact legally separated, but had not had any contact or division of assets. It was a tenuous case at best, but enough for my needs. My attorney did tell me that the 6 years of the separation and the fact that I actually destroyed the marriage, would probably not earn me a dime. They urged me to simply leave things as they were and get on with my life. But all I needed was a meeting. To be honest, until I saw my husband with that little bitch, a meeting was more than I'd hoped for. But now if things went according to plan, I could have the whole package.

The day of the meeting arrived and I dressed and prepared for it carefully. I got my hair freshly styled and wore a brand new floral print dress. It was full cut in the front to draw attention away from my lack of attributes there but very tight below the waist, to emphasize Dan's favorite feature. That was another thing about this whole thing that I should have realized. Women always know what men like about them. We can't spend that much time in front of a mirror, trying on outfits and not know what's special about us. For most of my life I've always known that my ass is spectacular. Dan loved my ass. He was always squeezing it and playing with it, both as part of our foreplay and just for the hell of it. 

The old professor on the other hand, hated it. He was always trying to get me to diet or wear clothes that de-emphasized it. I should have caught on to that from the beginning.

I was sitting there in my attorney, Mike Miller's office, when the door opened. It didn't go the way I expected. But then Dan seemed never to do what I expect any more. I was hoping he'd come alone. But I was expecting him to bring Trailer Trash Barbie with him. There was also the possibility that he might bring a lawyer as well. What I didn't expect was for them to show up the way they did. He had hired the biggest divorce specialty law firm in the state. There were 4 lawyers, 2 legal secretaries, a paralegal and their own transcription specialist, who would record the meeting and give copies to both sides. After the legal team entered, Dan came into the room holding hands with his Bimbo. I actually got a good look at her this time. The first time I saw her up close was too crazy for me to actually look at her. I have to admit, the bitch really is pretty. And unfortunately for me, it's not a made up or plastic surgery type of pretty. She was just naturally fucking gorgeous. Shit, this was going to be hard. She also had that set to her lip that told me if I so much as farted towards him she'd rip my lungs out through my nose and then make me eat them. 

She was also dressed like a grown up today, which let me see that she was maybe a little older than I'd originally thought. She wore a beautiful black dress that must have cost an arm and a leg. It was very conservative. She also had her hair restrained and tied back into one long braided pony-tail. The little bitch was much smarter than I'd given her credit for. Her outfit made mine look far less serious. Then, I noticed her real attack. She hadn't let go of his hand for a second and now seated at the table with their hands still linked I saw it. The biggest sapphire engagement ring I'd ever seen. The sapphire alone was big enough to choke an elephant. It was surrounded by a double row of beautiful white diamonds. This bitch was never going to marry Dan.

After my lawyer made his pitch, I knew we'd never see court. He was good, but he was out of his league. Dan's legal team crushed him. By the end of the meeting he was running around getting them fucking coffee. He did manage to score the one critical point I'd had. In order for me to sign the papers, I wanted a private meeting with Dan. That was the true reason for this whole charade. My lawyer explained how I felt bad about the way the marriage had ended and that I was totally to blame. I'd gone through counseling about my shameless actions and wanted to help provide some closure for him.

His lawyers looked at him and told him that sounded very reasonable. If that was my only request, then we could sign the papers and end this here and now. Dan quietly nodded his head and the lawyers started leaving the room to give us privacy. "10 minutes," said Dan. "You make your speech, and we end this."

"I'm staying," said Alex rising.

She had that cornered lioness look and her eyes were boring holes in my face.

"That's fine," I lied. "I hoped that you would." Both Alex and Dan appeared to be surprised that I wanted her to stay. Again I'd hoped to be alone with Dan but I had planned on her being there.

"First Dan, I wanted to tell you that from the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry for the way that I treated you. And also for the way that our marriage ended. It was totally me, you did nothing to cause it and you deserved better."

"Alex, at your age you probably, don't realize it but it's hard for a woman to have a career and her home life."

"I wanted academic success more than anything and I sacrificed everything important to try for it. Unfortunately I rolled the dice and came up with neither."

"The people who led me on were just using me and by the time I realized what I'd lost, it was too late."

"I can still remember the hurt in your eyes when you found out Dan. It bothered me, but not enough for me to stop what I was doing."

"If I had it all to do again, I think I would have come to you first. Because I know that you would have tried to help me in any way you could.

"That's why I'm really glad that you found someone to help you get over me. And I hope that you have an even better life together than we had."

"I was really shocked when the 2 of you walked into Melva's office the other day. I had no idea that you were enrolled here Dan. I also didn't know that you were seeing anyone, or even still in town."

"All of our old friend's will have nothing to do with me, so there was no friendly voice to warn me of your whereabouts."

"I hope that my sincere apology can help to ease the tension between us and I know it's going to take some time but I hope that someday we can be friends."

"Alex if I did anything that other day to offend you, I apologize for that as well. But it's not easy seeing the only man you ever loved, happy with someone else. And you both appear to be blissfully happy."

"That's all I have to say, so please excuse me." I could tell that I'd been partially successful. The little bitch's face softened a bit. And she stopped looking like she wanted to chew nails.

Dan however was still as angry as he'd been since the beginning. I could tell he wasn't buying any of it. They got up and nodded at me and headed for the door. She looked back at me and smiled kind of a sad smile. I wished I could read her mind to know what she was thinking. But Dan would not even look at me. I couldn't figure out why.

If he still hated me that much, then he still had feelings for me. If he still had feelings for me why was he with the girl-scout hooker?

* * * * * * Dan

Alex as usual was only ready to see the good in people. From the moment the last conversation with Dana was over, her anger towards Dana had dissipated. She was trying to calm me down by telling me that she loved me no matter what and if I loved her as much, then Dana couldn't hurt us.

Me on the other hand, I didn't trust the bitch as far as I could throw her. So I decided to get some help. Without Alex knowing it, I hired a PI. I wanted to know everything Dana did from the time she woke up in the morning until she went to bed at night.

I found out a bunch of things that I found interesting. Some of the people she was meeting were also suspicious. She was seen giving money to Brian Austin, that same asshole I'd saved Alex from during our one and only argument. From that statement please don't think that Alex and I didn't argue because we do all the time. Our arguments are just very short because neither one of us cares about anything more than we care about each other. So if she wants to go to a party and I want to watch a football game, I DVR the game and we don't stay at the party for more than an hour or two. There is nothing I can think of that is more important to me than Alex and I hope in my heart that she feels the same.

I contacted a friend of mine who just got his degree in criminal justice and laid out my case for him. Dana had been seen with a known drug dealer and had passed him money through Brian. She seemed to be talking to everyone she could find who didn't like me or Alex. Greg told me that my evidence did seem suspicious but wasn't enough for an investigation. So I just stayed in with Alex every night that week. When the weekend came around she was ready to go stir-crazy. 

"Dan, if you love me then take me out," she said. "I don't care where we go, dinner, dancing or to the movies, let's just get out of here." 

Despite my wariness, I'd never been able to say "no," to Alex, so why start now. Beside all the things she wanted to do were quite public and I didn't see the harm. Besides we'd take Darla with us. A second set of eyes couldn't hurt.

We finally decided to go to the cafe because it was one of our favorite places. It was busy enough that no one would try anything there. There were just too many people there and the place just wasn't that big. As part of my paranoia, I called several of the guys who worked for us on and off and offered them triple time for a couple of hours of watching me and Alex at the cafe. They thought it was stupid but it was my money and they were glad to get it.

As soon as we got inside and started to work our way towards our favorite table in the back, the hairs on my back just stood up. I had a really bad feeling about this. As I looked around the cafe I saw Brian and a couple of other guys who had asked Alex out and been turned down and were un-happy about it. I didn't worry as much though because I also saw my guys and we had them out-numbered.

The final shock came as we got to "our table" and saw someone sitting there. The shock wasn't because the table was occupied. The shock was the person occupying it. It was Dana. She'd cut her hair differently, colored it and was wearing a dress that must have set her back at least a couple of month's salary. I wondered what the hell she was trying to pull. 

As soon as she saw us she waved us over. Naturally I pretended not to see her and started looking for a different table. Alex elbowed me in the ribs, grabbed my hand and started walking towards the table. "Hi Dana, can we join you?" she asked.

* * * * * * Dana

It all went down Friday night. Brian and I and a number of his friends had been at the cafe all week. We sat there night after night, just waiting for them to show up. I couldn't believe they'd taken this long but I was not about to miss this opportunity. The plan was very simple. Alex's drink would be spiked with a cocktail we'd mixed up special for her. 1 part date-rape drug, to make her horny and out of it, 1 part ecstasy, to relax her and the most special part was a very powerful diuretic. Without the diuretic none of this would work. If I just gave her the X, and the date-rape drug, she'd just get horny and go home and fuck my husband. The diuretic was so powerful that in a few moments, long before the other drugs kicked in she'd be running for the ladies room. 

Brian and the guys would snatch her out the back door. Then she'd be whisked away to the scene of the second part of my plan, her going away gang bang movie. There were at least 10 other guys waiting for a piece of her pretty little ass. The funny thing about it was that I'd first started out by looking for guys that didn't like her. I couldn't find any except Brian of course. He only disliked her because he wanted her so bad. 

So then we started looking for guys who did like her. And we approached them differently. We led them to believe that because of the age difference between her and Dan that she wasn't getting enough sex and often had parties like this one to scratch her itch. Then we had guys coming out of the woodwork and had to hold it down to Brian his 2 friends and the 10 at my house. 

I liked the number 13, because it reminded me of the last supper in the Bible. This was going to be that little cunt's last supper with my man. She just didn't know it yet. After it was over she'd have 2 choices. One would just be to break up with Dan. The other would be that I'd have someone show him the DVD of her gangbang. Then he'd break up with her. He'd also be heartbroken and if the bitch cared about him at all she wouldn't want that.

"How are you doing Alex?" I asked smiling.

"I'm great," she replied cheerfully as she snuggled under Dan's arm. She smiled and looked around the cafe. Another girl was also with them. I didn't ask her name and she didn't volunteer it. 

Alex ordered drinks for all of them and got me another beer. I noticed that Dan wasn't drinking, he only had Pepsi and the bottle was un-opened. They got up to dance while the waiter brought their drinks over. He nodded at me and I knew he'd done what he was paid to do. I smiled myself as I sat back to watch their last dance.

You really couldn't call it dancing exactly. When we were married Dan hated dancing. I often danced with others while he just sat at a table and watched. He didn't do that with her. He got up and danced. I was impressed with him. He'd obviously changed during our time apart and for the better.

She on the other hand, simply wrapped herself around him and rubbed up against him. It was fucking disgusting. It was almost like watching her give my husband a lap dance. She rubbed her breasts against him and then turned around and pushed her ass against his crotch. Only their clothing prevented them from fucking right there on the dance floor. 

I tried to mask my displeasure and hoped that I'd succeeded. Everyone in the cafe was watching them. Finally they came back to the table and grabbed their drinks. Alex had ordered some frou- frou drink as I expected. It was pink and in a glass with a little umbrella. It might as well have come with a little Barbie doll attached to it. Dan never took his eyes off of me. They went back on the dance floor, this time leaving me with the other girl.

"Dan seems to be doing fine," I said, trying to make polite conversation.

"You mean since you ripped his heart out with a dull fucking spoon and left him, so you could go skanking around with some ancient boring old farts," she said smiling.

I stared at her in shock. 

"Look bitch, I may be Alex's best girlfriend, but I'm nothing fucking like her," she said.

"Alex lives in her own little fantasy world with Dan right now. But she's really tough. She went through a pretty bad relationship just like Dan did. And if you think for one second that she's going to just stand there while you try to jump on your broom and fly off with her man, you're fucking crazy."

"If you make one move towards him, she'll put your dried up old ass down grandma. And if she can't, I will."

I've never seen anything like her. The whole time she was saying those things to me, she was smiling. Anyone looking at us would have thought that we were just making pleasant and polite conversation. Before I could even think of a reply, Dan and Alex returned to the table. Alex announced that she was going to the ladies room. Dan looked at Darla and she rose to follow Alex. Alex looked at Darla as if she wanted Darla to stay with me and Dan. Finally Darla followed Alex. I was alone with my husband for the first time in nearly 7 years.

"So Daniel, I guess we've already covered the "I'm sorry" part, but I wanted you to know that you've really done well for yourself, you're a lot s...."

"Save it," said Dan, in the coldest voice I'd ever heard. His voice was so cold I swear that each time he opened his mouth a little light came on inside and I was looking for the Frigidaire sign.

He looked at me as if I was a bug he was contemplating crushing. His eyes were completely devoid of any emotion. It was chilling to me and I knew that I'd made a mistake. But it was too late to stop it now. I knew in that instant that I was caught in a catch-22 situation. The only way to separate him and Alex would be if one of them died. And if she died he would move heaven and earth to find whoever was responsible. There was no way for me to get him back, ever.

As I looked towards the rest rooms hoping to catch Brian's eye I saw that I was already too late.

From his angle Dan couldn't see Alex beginning to get woozy on her feet and Brian step out around the corner and grab her with one arm. Darla tried to scream and Brian viciously punched her in the face and she fell. Then Brian scooped up Alex and headed out the back door. All at once four or 5 guys went after them screaming to alert Dan. 

I grabbed Dan's arm and said, "Wait Dan, she isn't right for you. She's too young. She's not smart enough for you." Dan looked at his arm where I was grabbing it. I think that was his version of a warning. It was also the last thing I remember before falling backwards and breaking a table and blacking out.

* * * * * * Dan

As I left the club that Friday night, I was more afraid than I'd ever been in my life. I jumped in my car as a couple of my guys were pointing at a set of tail lights receding into the night. I didn't know what kind of car it was and I didn't care. Whoever did this couldn't possibly get away and when I caught them, it was over. I left the parking lot in a scream of tortured rubber. As soon as I got on the road I pressed the gas pedal to the floor and listened to the supercharger's whine. I was catching up to the car so fast that I passed another car that had some of my guys in it. I was about to hit my nitrous-oxide, when I saw that the car had slowed down and pulled into a driveway. I didn't want to let them know I was on to them so I continued down the road to the next house.




Business



I got out of my Mustang and ran back to the house. I walked into the house ready to kill. As I looked around, I heard a door slam in the back. I didn't see Alex anywhere. All I saw was a bunch of excited guys, drawing cards. At this point none of the guys there were paying me any attention. To them I was just another guy. I started for the door and one of the guys grabbed my arm. 

"Hey asshole, who said you get to go first?" he said. "I won the fucking draw so I get to go after Brian is done. So just sit down and take a number!"

I grabbed a heavy wine bottle off the table and broke it on the side of his head. He collapsed and fell in a puddle at my feet. As I glared around the room there was silence for a second and time seemed to slow down. I heard a voice that seemed to be almost comically slow say, "Oh shit, it's him!" I grabbed another guy by his neck and choke slammed him through the card table they were drawing cards on. The room started to clear with all of the guys running for the exit. I opened the door silently just in time to see my Alex, barely on her feet, fight off Brian Austin. She slumped down into a chair and if I wasn't so pissed it would have been funny. Brian was trying to take her bra off, and she wasn't having it.

"Not your titties," she slurred. I'd seen Alex drunk before, but this was beyond alcohol. Whatever they had in her she was fighting with everything she had.

"Dan's titties," she said.

"Just for tonight, I'm Dan," leered Brian. He was so intent on his conquest, that he didn't realize I was making my way up behind him.

"You're not Dan," laughed Alex. "There's Dan, my Dan."

Brian turned around but he was too late. My punch caught him in the side of his head, twisting him around. Then I kicked him in the side. I was sure I heard ribs snap. He was gasping for air and holding his chest when I kicked him in the nuts. Then I felt my arms being grabbed from behind and I was pulled away from Brian.

"Stop it. You're going to kill him."

"That was the plan", I told the officer. The cop just looked at his partner and said "We didn't hear that."

I went over to Alex and took off my shirt and covered her with it. 2 EMTs came in and sat her down. They looked into her eyes and took her vitals. 

"She's on something," one of them said. "We'd better transport her to the hospital."

The officer who'd grabbed me said, "And we're taking him down to the station to answer a few questions."

Greg stormed into the room and started talking to the officers, who nodded.

"We'll be right outside," said the officer.

"Dan, drink this," said Greg, handing me a small vial of clear liquid.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Do you want to go to jail?" he asked.

I drank the vial down. It tasted like cleaning solution. Greg opened the door and the officers stepped back in. They handcuffed me and started to put me in squad car.

"Wait," Greg said. He called the EMTs over. "Take a sample of his blood too," he said.

One of the techs ran back to the truck and came back with a needle. 

"Roll up your sleeve sir," he said.

Greg smiled as the squad car pulled out of the driveway.

My arm stung like hell from the needle but I had other considerations. I needed to find out what was going on with Alex first and foremost. Some of those drugs can have long lasting effects on the mental status of the victims. I also wondered why I was going to jail.

Everything was cleared up over the next few hours. Alex was being kept in the hospital over night for observation. She wanted to see me badly, but they wouldn't let her out until follow up tests were done in the morning. 

Right then, I wasn't being charged with anything, but there was the possibility of 3 or 4 assault cases against me, plus the speeding and reckless driving thing. 

It basically looked like I just went nuts in the café and knocked the shit out of my ex-wife for no reason. I then supposedly jumped into the car and drove away, speeding. 

I drove to someone's home, invaded a private party and then assaulted 3 men there. I was at that time being held for questioning only, with charges to follow. 

Darla came to see me. Her left eye was swollen shut. 

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Much better now," she said.

"Did they give you pain killers for the eye?" I asked. "Was that what made you feel better?"

"Nope, seeing the asshole that hit me, in the hospital after you got done with him," she smiled. "Now that made me better. Alex is frantic." she said quietly.

"She doesn't understand why you aren't with her."

"They're holding me for questioning." I said.

"Oh I'd better go tell her that now," she said.

"Why does she think I haven't been there?" I asked.

"She thinks that you think that she's damaged goods," laughed Darla.

"What?" I said to Darla's retreating back.

Nearly 2 hours later, a very distinguished looking man came into the room. His hair was all gray. He was wearing a suit that had seen better days. I don't think I'd ever seen him before. But there was something familiar about him.

He looked at me over his glasses. He held an official looking folder in his hands. "You don't look like the type," he said.

"What type?" I asked.

He gently but firmly grabbed my arm and rolled up my sleeve and looked at my arm.

"Definitely not the type," he said. 

"I'm the chief of detectives in charge of your investigation. You seem like a reasonable guy, so why don't you tell me a story. I already know what the evidence suggests, but I'd like to hear your side."

"I really need to see Alex," I said.

He looked at the folder, and without looking back at me said, "Ah, the supposed victim."

"What do you mean supposed," I asked, my eyes narrowed more than slightly.

"Calm down bud, I'm just trying to get to the truth here," he said.

"If I go on the evidence, there's a couple of ways I could look at this," he added. "First, you and your girl friend, who I might add is a trifle young for you but that's neither here nor there. You and she are in a club. She leaves you sitting there with your ex-wife."

"She does this because she's jealous of the ex-ball and chain. So she takes off and leaves with another guy to make you jealous." He looked over the top of his glasses at me and kept talking. I think he was trying to see how I'd react to his speculation. 

"You punch out the ex in a fit of steroid rage and high tail it after her. You break several traffic laws and enter a private dwelling uninvited. Then you assaulted several citizens to stop her consensual liaison. Finally, in a fit of jealous rage, you beat her partner to a bloody pulp."

"That's the biggest crock of shit I ever heard," I said.

"So why don't you tell me a better one then." he said.

I sat back down and tried to calm myself.

"First off, Alex was drugged. There was nothing consensual going on," I said.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Because she's not like that," I said.

"She's mighty pretty," he said. "Maybe she's got a secret wild side to her."

I jumped back up, ready to fight.

"Sit your ass back down," he roared.

"Fuck you," I screamed back just as loud.

"Alex is the air that I breathe," I told him. "There is no way she'd do anything like that. I have total faith in her."

"So you got lucky, you ran off not realizing that you'd been drugged too. To try and save her, instead of calling the police like you should have," he said.

"I had to get to her," I said.

"And you got really lucky," he said. "But what If you hadn't been so lucky?"

"If she'd been so out of it on the drugs and got gangbanged by all of those guys and you came in in the middle of it. What then?" he said.

"I'd have killed them all," I said.

"And what then?" he asked.

"I'd probably go to jail," I said.

"And what then?" he asked. "What about you and your girlfriend?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Could you still be with someone, after they had been rode hard and put away wet by 10 other guys?"

"Even if it was against their will, that would take a lot of getting over. You're no one's spring chicken, so maybe she just wanted some excitement."

"Number one," I said. "I already told you that Alex isn't like that. If you knew her, you'd know that she is the sweetest, most special person on this fucking planet. And if I had been too late and she had gotten attacked. I would still love her for the rest of my fucking life, no matter what."

"If you knew us, you'd know that," I said.

"Oh, I already knew that," he said. "I've known how she feels about you for a long time. I just needed to hear you say the same about her. And I think she needed to hear it too."

He opened the door and Alex and Darla were standing there. Both of them looked like they were barely on their feet. Alex came towards me slowly and grabbed my hand. She slowly worked her arm around me.

"I was so scared," she said.

"Oh come on, you knew I'd come after you," I said hugging her.

"Oh, not that," she said. "I was worried that my uncle John wasn't going to like you."

"I had no doubt that you'd drive thru hell in a gas truck for me, just as I would for you.

I kept telling those guys that when you got there, it wasn't going to be fun for them." She shook her head and grabbed my hand.

"Come on let's go home," she said.

"They're holding me for questioning," I said.

"You can go," said Detective Uncle John.

"When you spoke to Greg last week, we started watching your ex but we didn't say anything about it." 

"We had 2 cars following you guys all night. But you got out of there and were in flight in that car before we even realized anything had happened. Your ex wouldn't admit to anything but we found the drugs in her house."

"The 2 guys she hired other than Brian have both admitted to us that she planned the whole thing with Brian."

"She wanted you back. He of course wanted my niece. She flipped out while she was in her cell and we've had to have her restrained. We'll probably need you both to testify, but other than a speeding ticket, I don't see any reason to charge you."

* * * * * * Epilogue.

Alex and I went home and lived happily ever after. We got married 3 weeks later. We didn't even wait to graduate.

We kept building up our company for about a year and would probably still be doing it except for a slight changing our plans. Alex somehow got pregnant, go figure. Anyway we sold DanAlex for a retarded amount of money. Alex wanted to be a stay home mom, and she insisted that we stay home together.

Dana never recovered from the incident. A few months after it happened, I was called to a nearby psychiatric hospital to visit with her. Her doctor said that seeing me might help her with her problem. I was expecting her to be either very apologetic and contrite, or evil and bitchy. I was quite surprised to find neither. First the doctor wanted me to go in alone so Alex just stood outside by the door.

"Hi Dana," I said tentatively.

"Why are you calling me Dana?" she asked.

"Do I look anything like that bitch that hurt you?" she asked

She stood up, and it was all I could do to hold in my laughter. She looked ridiculous. She had rolled her pants legs up so they looked like really short shorts. She'd also tied her shirt up so it looked like some weird cropped top that stopped just beneath her breasts. She'd also stuffed the shirt to make her breasts appear larger. She bounced towards me with her arms extended and hugged me desperately.

Two orderlies came into the room and separated us.

"Tell them who I am," she said. Her eyes appeared maniacal and she kept looking around the room.

"Who should I tell them you are Dana?" I asked. I felt a minor empathic connection to her.

"I'm Alex" she said, "Your Alex."

I just walked back out of the door to see her doctor, without saying anything to her.

"Do you see the problem?" asked her doctor.

"We need to give her some reason to try and accept our treatment program. She seems to be fixated on you, to the point where she'll do anything to be a part of your life."

"Would you consent to be part of her treatment?"

At this point, Alex quietly spoke up.

"I think I know how to help her," she said.

Alex walked into the room and said, "Hey Dana."

She pulled me into the room and kissed me hard. Then she turned back and looked at Dana, who was horrified.

"Once upon a time, you had a man who loved you very much." she kissed me again.

"You threw him away." she kissed me again.

"I caught him." she kissed me.

"You broke his heart into a million pieces and I put them all back together again."

"Better than new," I said.

"Have a nice life Dana," she said as we walked away laughing.

I guess we knew that it was a cruel thing to do, but after everything that I and we went through, we just didn't care. We never saw or heard from Dana again. 



Business



Mack sat at the table in Antoine's. Nervously. The table was in a prime spot, the client was a big deal and Abby had been gone about thirty seconds too long. "She'll be right back, I'm sure she's fine. We had a long day with the flight down here and all."

His rotund, big deal client, Mr. Landreth tipped his whiskey at a precarious angle swallowed and sat the empty glass down with a clink. His face brightened as the missing woman slipped back into her chair. He greeted her merrily upon her return, "Oysters gettin to ya, miss?" The Louisiana accent was just as rich as the ettouffee and the whiskey.

"Oh, no, They're delicious. They slide right down. Sometimes a girl just has to fix her makeup, Mr. Landreth." Abby patted his fleshy hand with her delicate fingers and Landreth laughed, oblivious as she slid her napkin toward her husband with a message on the corner reading, "how much longer" 

Mack smiled a "this is business, we'll just have to put up with him for as long as he wants to talk" smile; until she reached across the table and slipped the panties into his hand. Recognizing the feel of the fabric, he pulled his hand off the table and wide eyed shot glances at his wife and their guest.

Landreth was worrying the final oyster from its shell. Abby merely smiled.

The panties, silk with lace edges, taunted the palm of his hand but were dropped with lack of interest as Abby reached under the table and pulled his hand between her smooth, bare thighs. Business was not that important anymore. 

"Check! We're going to need to get the check Mr Landreth." Mack scanned the restaurant floor for any sign of staff.

The waiter returned with maddening slowness, reviewed the order and made a correction with the speed of a sloth. Landreth barely made an attempt to reach for the tab. Mack expected no different, slipping his gold card into the holder and passing it to the waiter before the man could saunter away. The three stood, the men shaking hands, Abby placing a discreet kiss on Landreth's gin blossom cheek. Mack smiled, that deal would close, no questions asked. At last, with a final handshake he took Abby's elbow and led her from the restaurant, her silk panties waiting for discovery on the five-star restaurant's carpeted floor. 

New Orleans humidity hit them like a smack in the face and before they had walked a full block their skin was bathed in fine perspiration. Neither spoke. At a darkened street corner he stopped and pushing her backwards, trapped her in a deserted doorway.

His mouth was on her's before she could breath and his hands were on her thighs and then just as quickly on her bare ass. The night air circulated under her lifted skirt as he kneaded her soft flesh, then boldly, he slipped one hand around to her pelvis and between her legs. His fingers moved quickly as they found their way to her own moist and humid place and she gasped and threw her head back against the plate glass of the door. The old wood creaked in response to the pressure of their bodies as he worked his fingers inside her.

The whoop of a group of frat boys down on Bourbon broke the spell and as quickly as he had begun, he removed his hands from her bare flesh. He replaced one hand on her elbow and the other he slipped into his mouth...fingers only...the taste of her a suitable finish to the evening meal.

The hotel was at the next corner. They arrived in silence and sweat and he took the fingers until recently inside her and slowly pressed the button to call the rickety old elevator.

She turned to face him as the car arrived and the doors slid open. "I hope you aren't finished..."

"Hardly. Now get in." His grasp on her elbow tightened and he moved her inside the oak paneled lift. She reached to press the button for floor six but he pushed her away and into the corner.

"No," was all he said. Turning, he took a key from his jacket pocket and as the elevator began its ascent, he slipped the key into the emergency slot on the control panel. The car came to a lurching halt. "Too bad they have such trouble with these old elevators. They should really call someone to fix them." He spoke calmly as he returned to look at the woman in the corner.

"Now, about your behavior at dinner. That was a four star restaurant. You were decidedly under dressed."

"What do you mean!" she shot back. "This dress cost nearly two hundred dollars and these heels are LaBoutin."

"You know what I mean. Turn around and lift your skirt." He moved closer. "Do it now."

Abby stared into his eyes, daring him without a word but he was taller and stronger and when she failed to comply he took her by the shoulders and spun her. With both hands holding her, he leaned into her back. His breath was hot on her neck, hotter than the humid street, hotter than the stagnant air of the elevator. "Raise your skirt," he said again.

Gingerly, she reached behind and eased the expensive fabric up over her thighs and her rounded bare ass resting her hands at last on the small of her back. Even though she knew what was coming, the first smack took her by surprise and she gasped and gave a tiny jump as his right hand landed on her naked butt.

"Do you know what sort of trouble you could have caused, slipping your underwear across the table like that?" Two more smacks were delivered -- one to each quivering cheek -- then three more. 

He leaned into her again and she felt his breath and the weight of his chest. She felt the cold metal of his belt buckle and below it, the swell in his pants. Pressing into her, his hand landed two more hits and the swell of his cock grew with each contact made. She pressed back into him.

"No," he spoke firmly. "Not like this. Turn around." He smacked her ass once more and spun her to face him. Hands on her shoulders, he pressed downward, his head giving her the motion which with he intended her to follow. 

Slowly, she began to slide to her knees. Her dress, released from her grasp, slipped coolly over her stinging backside as her fingers began to work at the buckle of his belt. Her thighs quivered as she knelt down and deeper inside a tingling sensation had begun.

"God, are you going to move as slow as that waiter? It must be this damn humidity." He spit the words at her, but a smile tickled the corners of his mouth and he released her shoulders for a brief time and undid the buckle and the button of his trousers.  

She smiled back and keeping her eyes on his, she lowered his zipper and slipped her fingers inside. His cock, pressing tightly against the cotton of his briefs, sprang free as she found the opening. A glistening drop of cum formed at its tip and without a word, she leaned towards it and with the tip of her tongue, licked it free.

It was his turn to gasp.

She let her tongue lick the tip of him once more then moving slowly again, she slid her tongue down the length of his shaft. He throbbed in response and she slid her tongue back and forth, up and down until neither thought he could grow much larger.

"Put me in your mouth," he said, the words barely a whisper. His hands back on her shoulders he pulled her closer.

She opened her red lips and exhaling she took him into her. Her hot breath brought one final swell as his cock stretched to meet her mouth and its promising, heavenly wetness. She kept him deep inside and let her tongue move around, getting a feel for the thickness of him, the bulge at the head, the pliable vein. Her breath took in his musky scent, of soap and cotton and gulf inspired perspiration and she sucked harder.

His hands were now on the crown of her head, guiding her movement to his pleasure. She moved her mouth as he directed, along his shaft -- licking at the base, sucking his head. She broke free and moved deeper into his briefs, darting her tongue around his balls, his scent stronger, arousing a primal need deep inside her own groin. The tingling increased. 

He moaned quietly and pulled her back to him, tucking his cock back into her mouth. She sucked deeply then stopped with just the head of his penis in her mouth, her tongue gently swished back and forth in tiny waves as he tried to contain the beginning flow. A tiny bit of cum slipped out and she sucked harder. He twisted his fingers in her hair and once again began the rhythmic movement he craved. 

She obliged and as he directed she sucked and lapped at him until tiny spasms, began deep inside his thick hot shaft. The spasms began to swell until he no longer tried to hold them back, or even cared to try. 

"Oh god," he gasped and she moved closer, his cum spilling hotly into her mouth. Its salty bitterness washing across her tongue and she sucked harder and he shuddered and thrust himself deeper into her mouth. 

A shrill, metallic buzzer brought them both back. Their breath coming in short bursts; he pulled her to her feet and began to buckle his belt. She smoothed her skirt and then with shaking fingers, she pulled his zipper up, over his still swollen cock. The tingling inside her was relentless.

He pulled the key from its place on the panel and slipped it into his jacket pocket, grasping her elbow as the lift began to move once more, descending this time to its home.

"I hope you aren't finished...yet," she said as the car came to a stop and the doors slid open. 

"Oh my, were you stuck for very long?" Mr. Landreth stood in the lobby, his face flushed, beads of sweat dripping at his temples.

"No," she replied. "Not nearly long enough. Honey, I don't think this elevator will do it for me tonight. Let's take the stairs." 

He followed her to the stairwell as Mr. Landreth muttered something about walking six flights. The older man stopped just shy of the door and returned to the elevator as in the echo of the stairwell he heard the smack of skin against bare flesh and a woman's squeal of delight.



Business After Pleasure



Korey woke up disappointed. Because unfortunately, he wasn't looking forward to work. He knew another obstacle somehow would find a way to be barricaded in his path. As always, he was the first to arrive at work. This would give him time to reflect on his goals for the day. Also, he thought about his life. As he made his way through his maze of thoughts. He finally remembered the conference meeting that was scheduled for later in the morning. He wondered what that was all about? Time had flown by like it had sprouted wings. It was time for the meeting. Unfortunately. Everyone arrived to the conference room promptly. 

The boss came in. And everyone etched fake smiles on their faces. They were trained to do their jobs. Some were programmed to kiss ass. Every job has those kind of so-called role players. Those who barely knew how to use a staple. But somehow found their way in executive positions. Corporate positions. Life-changing positions. The boss took command of the room as he stated that some changes were going into effect immediately. Everyone in the room felt their stomach turn. All their hopes and dreams were buried in their throats. They became hard to swallow. Pride turned into a sick feeling. Faces looked like they were suffocating. The boss revealed that he hired a new employee. Angela. More like an angel. Korey wondered what her position was. He knew a few positions he would love to have her in. Sexually. He wondered if he was working under her in the same department. He thought about putting time and work from the back of her. Korey breathed her.

Angela's attire was very professional. But yet her clothing barely concealed her god given curves. The more gifted body he ever saw. Korey you will be working with Angela. Is what the boss pronounced. Angela and Korey made eye contact. The sexual tension between them was potent and apparent. Her long black hair flowed like an untainted reservoir. Angela and Korey finally stood face to face. Close enough to touch each other. They shook hands a little bit longer then usual. They stared at each other like they saw a sight they never beheld before. Korey voluntarily showed Angela around so she could be more familiar with things. Most important, Korey showed her where his office was. That was his most important objective. 

The upside to their job is that everyone had a significant amount of workspace to be alone. He showed her the copy room, the breakroom, even where the ladies room was. She asked him how long he worked here? He said forever and three years. They laughed right on key eloquently. And it fit perfectly like beautiful words to music. Korey last aspiration was to show her the fireroom. On floor 19. They made their way inside the elevator. How bad he wanted to press the button. To stop this elevator. So he could touch her in places she never knew existed. Like they were just created at the very instance of his touch. Licking lips and anxious to taste her soul. As long as humanly possible. But somehow. He kept his composure. The fireroom was their destination. But they were one passionate stare away from not making it there. 

The elevator made a ding sound. He let her get off the elevator first. He was a gentleman. But he mainly wanted to check out her masterful shape that looked like she was created by a great architect. God was a genius. She was God's gift. She looked like she was tightly wrapped in her business attire. Her clothes were lucky to touch her so effortlessly. The way she walked. Made that song by Joe starting singing in Korey's head. All he could think is IF I WAS YOUR MAN. Korey warned Angela to be careful because the fireroom was terribly cluttered. Korey voluntarily held her hand as they squeezed through tight, messy aisles. He briefly explained the company system to her. Angela asked what are these files over her. Her ass that looked like it would take both hands to grip. Mistakenly grinded against the middle region of Korey's zipper. It wasn't much but it was enough to determine that she felt good. Korey's manhood slowly but surely woke up like a sleeping giant. His dick was anxious and frantic to fulfill her unexplored mound. She felt his bulge. Her walls simply trembled. She asked Korey was it hard. Korey stuttered when he said, "excuse me." She repeated herself is it hard working for this company. Korey got even more turned on initially. He replied it's okay. They made their way out the fileroom. Korey said if you need some help let me know. Angela smiled and said thanks. 

And they went their separate ways for the remainder of the day. Later that night Korey laid awake thinking about the brilliant body of Angela. He started at the ceilings. And thought about her delectable walls. And drifted to sleep until his dreams and fantasies submerged into one. Before he knew it the morning had come. Time for the same routine. He did what was necessary to get ready for work. An hour passed. Now he was at work. 

He thought about when Angela would be coming in. Then after he thought about his goals and aspirations once again. Something moved underneath his desk. Something reached out and grabbed his leg. He flinched naturally. He heard his zipper unzip. Someone took out his naked being. And tired to suck the life out of him. He looked down between his desk. It was Angela. She paid homage to his manhood like it was a national holiday. Korey had a fistful of her hair. He grabbed the back of her head until he penetrated her mouth farther. He knocked everything off his desk. Until it flew on the floor. In a rage of passion. 

Her mouth felt so climactic Korey almost feel to his knees. He felt his knees buck. It felt so damn good that he almost told her that he loved her. She was a beautiful woman and her mouth felt even more beautiful. The intense rhythms of Angela's tongue made him feel like he was about to erupt. This was like poetry in motion. The greatest stanza ever constructed. He stroked her face and could feel her vocals swarm all over his naked being. He withdrew himself from the clutches of her tongue. He had to close the door. Privacy was the key to ecstasy. He lifted her up off the floor. And he placed her on the desk. And he started to nibble her neck. She unveiled her breasts from her bra. Her nipples became devoured and erected with kisses. Her moaning trembled the both of them. 

Korey journeyed down to her precious belly button, showering it completely with affection. Until he finally finessed his way down to where her aching really lied. He elevated her skirt passed her hips until her thighs were exposed. Positioned her lovely panties to the side. His tongue romanced her pussy until he fulfilled her everything. Korey's tongue pierced her gapping opening. She pushed his head down forcibly so he could penetrate her deeper. He quaking began. She murmured, "Damn you are really eating this pussy so good. The evidence of her climax dripping all over's Korey's desk. Korey finally came up to breathe taking a break from inhaling Angela's essence. Korey manhood stood out noticeably throbbing the peephole of his parted zipper. It was time to enter her. Nothing else really mattered. 

Time stood still so did hearts. She grabbed him by his dick and told him to come her. Pulling it like it was so called of sexual leash. Her legs laid broadly upon his built shoulders. He entered, and she shivered. Her pulsation became a ritual more and more with his inclinations. The desk shuddered and thundered with their passion like it was about to fall to shambles. She continued to salute him with her voice of reason. His face buried in her neck and them morseled her neck. Fondling her fragrance. Each thrust bought him closer to fruition. Her legs engaged around his waist. Grind proceeded. His eruption was approaching. He felt a great sense of relieve about to rage from his loins. And arms abruptly touch him on the shoulder. It was Angela saying,"Good morning Korey." It was all just an early morning fantasy. 

© 2.29.2008



Business & Pleasure



This was the beginning of my second week in the lakes region of New Hampshire on a computer consulting job. But the fact was that I had only done two days worth of work for the company that hired me, and the rest of the time they just wanted me available in case they needed me to iron out any wrinkles in their programs as they completed the changeover to a new system they had bought from the company I represented. So, as it turned out, I had had several vacation days with pay while staying in this beautiful area of the granite state. My family had brought me many times to area lakes when I was a child, and I loved it here.  But at this point, I was getting pretty bored because I had revisited several of the area sites and didn’t have a lot else to do with myself other than work out in the health club of the inn where I stayed. But I was thankful that the August weather had been beautiful everyday. 

As a twenty-seven year old black American I am pretty happy with my life, both in terms of personal and career accomplishments. Over the years, I had always been told how cute I was by girls, both by sista’s and white girls alike. I didn’t know if I really was, I just knew that that’s what everyone always said.  As I grew through high school and college, sports helped me to sculpt a near perfect body to go with what I was now told were incredibly good looks, even for a black guy.  At six foot four, and one hundred ninety-five pounds, I figure I have finally stopped growing. And, my medium brown skinned body is smooth, and incredibly well defined from my shaved head down to my feet. 

Most women I have been out with are totally taken with my body and with the pretty good sized package I inherited from my ancestors. As of yet, I just have not found the right woman for me. It seems that whenever I meet someone who really interests me, she is either engaged or already married. It’s really frustrating.

In terms of my career, I am really happy with the way I have advanced with the companies I have worked with since I got out of school five years ago. It seems the only let down in my life is the fact that I still don’t have someone special with whom I can share the future. 

Anyway, as these thoughts played through my mind as I sat at the bar at the inn and was drinking a couple of drafts before eating another supper by myself, I was interrupted by an incredibly beautiful white girl/young woman who climbed up on the stool next to mine. When I looked over at her as she sat down, I realized she was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She looked to stand about 5’8”, and probably weighed around 120. At first sight, she had an absolutely incredible body.  Our eyes locked for a split second and we stared at one another, and she smiled a beautiful smile and asked, 

“This isn’t taken is it?”

“No, it isn’t.” I managed as I drank in her beautiful body and smile.  Our eyes locked for a moment longer than needed, and I got the feeling that she was looking me over just as I was giving her the once over.  My stomach stirred just a bit as our eyes held on to one another’s just a little too long.  But my next realization was that her boyfriend, check that, husband was standing behind her because there were not two stools left empty together.  My heart sank as we broke our gaze and I quickly recouped by offering to move one stool to my left to allow her husband to sit next to her. They both smiled and thanked me. 

“Thanks, really appreciate it. Matt Somers, and my wife Julie.” He offered his hand as he took my stool. Julie again gave me her incredible smile and onced me over as she said thanks herself.

“Jason Saunders, hi guys. It’s no problem.” I heard myself say to Matt and Julie as I shook his hand and then her beautifully soft and small white hand. She probably felt nothing like I did. But when our hands touched, I felt my heart and stomach knot in excitement. Looking again at Matt, I realized that he and Julie looked as though they were a couple right our of some hot sex movie. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous, but Matt was also an extremely hot looking white stud who I guessed to be around my age. They both had gym bodies, and were dressed in a way that at once showed off the fruits of their labors at their local gym, but did not flaunt them.  She had straight thick dirty blond hair that fell just below her shoulders. She was wearing a low cut, navy blue top that let the entire world see her beautifully tanned cleavage that was just the perfect size. Around her incredibly thin waist was a short white skirt was barely above her knees when she stood, and revealed just enough of her long and firm thighs and calves to set my abdomen on fire. And her ass was just fuckin incredible!  Her complexion was beautifully smooth and tanned.  Piercing blue eyes shone bright from her tanned face. I realized I was probably staring, but I could not help myself. 

“So Jason, are you vacationing?” Matt had jolted me back to reality. Almost embarrassed that I was glaring at Julie, I quickly came back with my being there on business. As I talked to Matt, I saw that he and Julie were probably the perfect match. He was just a little shorter than I, was also lean but very well defined and tightly muscled.  He could easily have been a model. I did notice that he had thick jet black hair on his head which was complemented by a fairly deep late day shadow of beard growth. His arms were also very hairy. Too bad, I thought to myself, “She likes hairy dudes, and I’m not one of them.”

Matt ordered drinks for Julie and himself and insisted that he buy me another beer as well. They told me that they were on a few days vacation and had just arrived at the inn. Matt was a lawyer in Boston, and Julie was currently in her last year of law school. They were both real pleasant and outgoing, and I doubt Julie had any idea that she was giving me the hardon of the century. When she talked to me I had a hard time just looking her in the eyes because I wanted to examine every inch of her beautiful body. And her voice was so feminine; it was all I could do not to jump on her. While we all talked I suspected that Julie was playing with me. She had to feel the sexual vibes that I felt for her. But, I reasoned that that was impossible. She had a hot stud for a husband, and although I now knew I was a hot item when it came to the interests of the ladies, she didn’t need me. I told myself to suck it up and realize that this developing fantasy of mine was all my own. As we continued to talk, Matt and I discovered that we had played similar sports in high school and college, and that we had done similar things to keep in shape since graduating. I became more relaxed talking with the both of them, and I really enjoyed the conversation after a week of dialogue with the bartender. Julie also showed a great interest in sports and easily fit into the conversation. Each time I looked at her I was so frustrated that I could not find such a catch for myself. Not only did she have to be incredible in bed, but she also had a sharp mind and a great sense of humor. 

When the bartender offered me my bar menu, Matt and Julie both insisted that I eat supper with them. I told them that I appreciated it, but that they were there to enjoy themselves on vacation. They still insisted. Reluctantly, I agreed and thanked them. 

At dinner, the conversation did not lag at all. The three of us had a great time talking and the time went by quickly. I learned that Matt was 29 and Julie was my age. They had been married for four years. The perfect couple. I was so jealous of Matt, only because he had Julie, and I did not.  I kept sneaking stares at her, and told myself that it was only my imagination that she was doing the same with me. Seeing the time, and thinking that these guys wanted to hit the sheets early for some exercise, I excused myself, saying that I had to call into the office and do some computer work. Julie and Matt told me that they were planning to ride into the mountains tomorrow and if I was on another day off said I should come. I thanked them, but told them I thought I would be busy. Just before I left the table, they grilled me on the athletic facilities at the inn and I told them that they were great and went virtually unused on a daily basis. I told them I usually did a midnight swim and hit the spa, even though I wasn’t supposed to, but said no one cared. I thanked them again, and bid them good night. As I left the table, I turned back to wave a final time, and noticed Julie staring at me. She returned the wave.

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When I got back to my room, all I could do was fantasize about the different ways Julie and I would do it together. Over the next hour and a half I fucked her in my mind in every possible position as I jerked my ten inch cocoa rod. At about 11:30 that night I headed to the pool for my nightly swim. My routine was that I did laps for about forty minutes and then lounged in the spa for another forty. Since not a soul had shown up all week, I had started swimming and doing the spa au natural. 

I was sitting in the spa when Matt and Julie came into the pool area. I kind of jumped up in a mini panic, realizing that my swimsuit and towel were off to the side of the spa. Julie had a terri cloth wrap covering her suit to just the top of her thighs. 

“Hey Jason, how’s the water?” I told them that it was fine, but that I had one problem. 

“What’s that dude?” asked Matt. 

“Well actually, I’ve been doing the pool and the spa naked since mid week since no one comes in here, so I guess you guys caught me with my pants down so to speak. I’m a little embarrassed, but I can slip my suit right on. Sorry, I didn’t know that you would be down here.”

Julie and Matt burst out laughing at the same time. They looked at one another and simultaneously shed all of their clothes and climbed into the spa. 

“Works for me Jas, if it’s ok for you.” Matt said.

Julie smiled and said that they intended to do the same thing, so since they felt they already knew me, it was cool with them. She said this as she slowly stepped her perfectly shaped, incredibly toned, and lean, and tanned body into the mild spa water. I tried to take it all in before she submerged herself below the water’s surface. Her tits were way better than I had imagined them. The nipples were darker brown than her tan skin, and they were deliciously hard. Her breasts were a fantastically perfect size, well rounded and firm. I was springing a woodie fast. Her abdomen was absolute washboard and her waist was tiny. But, her pubic hair was the best. It was trimmed into a perfect triangle, must have been for thong bikinis I thought to myself. I could only imagine driving into her pussy, warm and tight and wet.  And her beautiful legs were incredible. As she stepped into the spa, she turned a little to look down into the water, thus revealing a perfect ass that stiffened me to the max……”What a fucking hot white bitch,” I thought.

I noticed that Matt was the chiseled stud I had thought he was. His body was real hairy, but lean and tightly muscled. He was the perfect Adonis for his beautiful wife. The only place I think I bested him was his cock. He had a nice package, but I bet he only stiffened out at about seven inches or so, and he was no where near as thick as I was. 

Matt had brought along an ice bucket filled to the brim with margaritas and a sheaf of paper cups. He poured a first for all of us and the conversation picked up where it had left off at dinner. The only difference was, I didn’t have to imagine what Julie looked like naked anymore, I now had feasted my eyes on her beautiful body and was sitting to her left in the spa. Fortunately the water motion in the spa concealed my raging hardon. In the span of the next forty minutes I had finished two margaritas, but Julie and Matt had finished three each. Matt was fine, but Julie was getting pretty loose from all the alcohol.

I kept up my tack of earlier in the evening, sneaking peeks at Julie. And I think that she was actually doing the same to me. Maybe it was the liquor. Anyway, I knew I had to get out of there as it was nearly one in the morning, and I might have to work, and I also figured these guys were horny for one another. I made my excuses and started to get up, knowing that my hardon was not fully deflated. 

“Jas, can you stay here with Julie for a minute while I use the can. I’ll be right back.” Matt asked. 

“Sure, go ahead. But are you sure you trust me with your beautiful wife? You might be sorry.” I answered with a smile.

Matt got out of the spa sporting a clear hardon. I had been right, he was about seven inches, if that. He was nowhere near as thick as I was. At least I beat the bastard in one area for sure.  

As Matt’s perfectly chisled white body walked toward the rest rooms totally naked and sporting a woodie, Julie looked at me and smiled. “Jason, I cannot believe you aren’t attached. You’re such a cutie.” 

Surprised at her openness, I responded: “Don’t know what to tell ya Julie, guess I am just waiting for the right one, and before you ask…….no, I am not gay, not at all.”

“I’m sorry, I just figured that a stud like you would have to fight the women off. You probably do, but you’re just too modest.”

With that, I felt Julie’s foot rub up and down the calf of my right leg. My eyes and hers met and she smiled broadly without saying a word. I smiled back and asked her…….

“How will I explain my hardon to Matt when I get out of this spa?”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t think of that. Didn’t realize I had that affect on you. I promise to behave myself for the next thirty seconds until Matt comes back. I just wanted to see if what they say is true about black men.” She continued with a smile. 

Then, she rubbed my leg again, this time stretching to reach almost to my crotch and throbbing cock. She did not touch it, but she might just as well have. It was at full mast under the water. 

“Oops! Sorry.” She said with her beautiful smile again. 



Matt came back into the pool area, his cock now deflated. “See, I knew you could control yourself bro…”

Little did he know. As Matt got into the spa, Julie took the opportunity to rub my leg once more with her foot, from my ankle to just above the knee. I was going crazy. I had to stay in the water and hope my shaft would deflate. I moved my legs away, and without saying a word, got up quickly, turned fast and moved toward my towel and bathing suit showing Matt and Julie only my ass. I am sure Julie noticed my cock, but I am also sure Matt did not have a chance to even notice as he did not expect me to get up.

I slipped into my suit and held my towel in front of me and said my goodbyes. 

“Guys, was great to do this, but I might have to work tomorrow. Look, have a great day in the mountains. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night.” I noticed while I said this that Julie was staring directly into my eyes with a devilish smile on her face. As I walked back to my room, I could not get my cock to go down, fortunately I passed no one. When I got to my room, my head was pounding. Was she drunk, a tease, did she really like me? I had no idea, but I was so excited by this beautiful white bitch who had just walked into my life with her handsome husband. She must have known that she was driving me crazy, and she was toying with me. Bitch! But I loved it just the same. 

A few minutes after I got to my room the phone rang. 

“Hi Jason, It’s Julie. I’m in the rest room near the pool. But I had to tell you, I think it must be true, what they say about black men that is. You’re a hottie Jas, thanks for a great night, bye.” 

The line went dead. She was playing with me. What a bitch I thought to myself. But she didn’t seem that way. She seemed really nice. Maybe it was the liquor. Anyway, I barely got any rest that night thinking about Julie.

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At about six in the morning, way before I had planned to get up there was knocking at my door. I stumbled naked and in a semi-conscious state to the door. Before I opened it, I remembered to grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. I opened it to find Matt standing there in shirt and tie, holding his suit jacket.

“Jason, dude. I know we just met, and if you don’t feel comfortable doing this, that’s okay. But, I have to drive down to Boston for the day because a big client of mine and the firm’s needs me. Julie is absolutely bullshit with me cause she doesn’t understand that I have to go. But dude, if you aren’t working today and can hang with her at all, I would appreciate it. She likes you, and I think it would be better if she has someone to talk with for a little bit. I am a dead man if I don’t go, and I am a dead man if I do. I expect to be back sometime around dinner time. Any chance you can help Jas?”

While Matt caught me off guard, I was able to figure out that he was in a bind. I felt badly for the guy, knowing that he must be in the shithouse for sure with Julie. I also felt a stirring in my mind and groin that told me this might be a really good thing. 

“Matt, I won’t hear from work for another hour or so, but if I am not working, I’ll be happy to see if she wants to do something. At the worst, they might want me to work for half a day, not sure. This sucks for you dude.” 

A wave of relief swept over his face and he grabbed my arm and squeezed it hard thanking me profusely. 

“Does Julie know that you’re asking me to do this?” I asked.

“No Jas, but I am sure you could call her later and maybe do breakfast, or lunch, or something. She likes you dude, she’ll be pissed at me for days, but I know she’ll be happy to have someone she likes to hang with. I gotta go, owe you Jas.

As soon as Matt was gone, I found that my mind was racing in excitement. My thoughts were totally focused on how to make the most of this unexpected turn of events. Normally, I would never even give a thought to fooling around with a married woman…..but, Julie was different for a couple of reasons. First she was so fucking beautiful. The beautiful face, the long sandy colored hair, the wonderfully smooth skin, the thin but firm upper body with the most fantastically formed breasts I have ever seen. Her tiny waist, her trimmed pubes, the long and firm legs……..just the thoughts of her drove me wild. And second, while I think she was just playing around last night, trying to be cute, I really thought she was kind of taken with me like I was with her, and just maybe she might stray from her vows in a moment of weakness. It would be worth a try. On the other hand, I thought that here’s a nice couple, they seem to love one another, I have a chance to help them out. Why would I think of doing something that would fuck things up for them? And besides, I was really never one to just hook for a quickie. I had to know that maybe there might be a future in the relationship. And here, I just knew that there would not be a future. Anyway, I waited about an hour, called the company and learned that no they did not think they would need me at all today. But, they would need me for sure on Friday for a final review of all their systems. 

I waited until about 8:30 in the morning to call Julie. I figured she might be awake because Matt said she was upset. She answered on the first ring.

“Hey Julie, Jason. Matt stopped by to tell me that he’d be out of town and he thought you might want a familiar face to see at breakfast or lunch or just to hang with. Are you up for it?” 

“Oh Jason. You’re such a nice guy. I feel like a complete ass for what I did last night. I am totally embarrassed. I can only blame it on the margaritas and the fact that you’re such a stud. I have never done that with any other guy, ever. I apologize, you probably thought I was a real jerk. And now you’re calling me to make my miserable day better. I feel like such a jerk.”




Business & Pleasure



Being only 5'0" with size 36D breasts and a body to die for, I found out in my teenaged years just how popular a "little girl" could be with the boys. At age 19, I met John.

In the year John and I were dating, he soon found out what a slut I had been as I often told him what I had done with others while the two of us were having sex. God, it turned him on to no end. Once we got married a couple of months back, I tried so hard to be good - but sometimes I just can’t help myself. But I knew in my heart he’d love hearing all about it.

I had been out of town overnight and I had so much to tell him. As I approached our apartment, I called him on my mobile phone and suggested he be in the bedroom waiting for me because I was back with quite a story to share. It was rather late at night but he was still up.

When I got there, I found him in the bedroom - naked, hard and waiting.

"Stand up," I said, as I pulled back my long black hair and fasten it back with a clip. Walking up to John, I ran my fingers down his back as I began to recount my recent adventures.

"The day I got to Atlanta, Monica and I checked into separate rooms. She had to meet some clients but I had the afternoon free so I showered and changed into a robe before calling room service. When it arrived, I was still in my robe. The blond-haired kid who brought the cart barely looked eighteen and his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me. I paid for the food and when he stood there waiting to be tipped, I innocently told him I didn’t have any more cash but thought something could be worked out. I picked the stick of butter off the cart and squeezed it through my hand until it was well coated. I then walked up to him, pressing closely, and ran my fingers down his back. I then sunk to my knees and undid his pants..."

As I told John, I went to my knees and took his cock in my hand.

"...I pulled his pants down to his knees and took his already hardening cock in my hand. As I massaged his balls I began slowly working my greased hand up and down the length of his cock. The kid just looked down at me and muttered, ''Oh my God'' - and as I quickened the pace, I loosened my bathrobe with my other hand so my breasts were exposed. I then reached around to the kid’s backside and began working my finger into his ass..."

I kept stroking John as I told him this, but kept it slow.

"...the kid started moaning a little and closed his eyes. I worked my finger deep, while stroking him even faster, and soon was far enough in to gently rub his prostate. I softly began saying, ''Cum on me, I want you to shoot all over me'' and that’s all it took - his first strong spurt hit my neck, the second two landed on my breasts and bathrobe..."

I then let go of John’s cock, and added, "When I removed my hands, the kid looked down at me. I then scooped his cum off my breasts and neck and slowly licked my fingers clean."

"You better lay down on the bed for this next part," I told John. When he did, I crawled up between his legs and held his cock upright. As I began slowly licking his shaft, I would pull away from time to time so I could continue the story.

"Monica and I met up later that night. We went to a club and both of us had quite a bit to drink. As we both took turns dancing with a number of men, we egged each other on about how we’d end the night. You know what that means, don’t you?"

"Oh, Jesus," John said, as I briefly took his cock head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip, "another one of your contests?"

"Another contest," I said, as I resumed periodically licking my husband’s shaft. "As her and I have done over the years, we both found a suitable guy and ’accidently’ met each other as we dragged them into the Men’s restroom. We soon had them side by side, leaning against the sink, as we each took a cock in our mouths. I worked a good length of my guy’s cock into my mouth, gently jerking the remainder with my hand, as Monica started deep throating her guy. Her short brown hair left ample viewing room so I could see her thick lips worked all the way up to the base of that cock. Her guy started moaning pretty quickly, I’ve told you how well she can work those throat muscles, and I guess my guy got a bit impatient because he then grabbed my head on both sides and really started mouth-fucking me hard. You know how hot that gets me, so I slipped my hand under my dress and into my panties and started rubbing my clit. God, I was so wet. I’m sure Monica was doing the same as we both usually start masturbating at some point when in the middle of a blow job contest. But I didn’t have nearly enough time to get off since my guy shot off a minute or so later. He came so hard and so much that I started to choke. I pulled off his cock and coughed up so much cum! I tried covering my mouth and only ended up with cum and spit all over my hands. At that point, I heard the other guy saying,''Oh yes, oh yes...'' and just knew he was blowing his load straight down Monica’s throat. She and I looked at each other, then she leaned over and slowly licked the cum off my hands. We then thanked the gentlemen and left."

"Stroke yourself, John," I said, "but please don’t cum." He readily agreed.

"Monica and I were so horny by then, we immediately went back to the hotel. We both went to her room. After slowly undressing each other, I laid down and she got on top of me. She was on all fours and her pussy was right above my face. As I felt her tongue begin to rub against my pussy, I reached my tongue up to hers. She was so wet and so sweet. I worked my tongue along her pussy lips before pushing it against her clit. I flicked my tongue over her button and she did the same to me. Soon, Monica’s legs clamped against my head and her body trembled as I heard her moan, ''I’m cumming..." That’s all it took because, as soon as she went back to work on me, my stomach tightened and I felt that familiar tingle run up my spine as my own orgasm hit. God, it felt so good. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, we both had clients to see until it was time to fly home."

I then rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide, begging John to fuck me. He slide into me so fast. "You are so wet," he commented, "I don’t know who these stories turn on more - you or me."

"It’s probably about the same," I said, "but let me finish as you fuck your little slut. After I got back in town early this afternoon it took me a while to finish my paper work at the office. Afterwards, to unwind, I stopped at a bar and had a few drinks. You know what alcohol does to me, John…"

"It gets you so horny," he muttered as he quickened his pace.

"Hell yes! So these two guys, buddies, started chatting me up. Over the next hour, I took turns French kissing each of them. Soon, one of the guys suggested we go somewhere else. I asked where and his buddy said, ''You’ll see.'' We didn’t even make it out of the back parking lot, John. They had driven there in a van and I gladly agreed to join them inside. I was soon on my hands and knees, with one cock in my mouth and another in my pussy. You know how much I like having a cock in each end, sliding in and out. It didn’t take long for me to start breathing heavy and I had to pull the cock out of my mouth because I was soon screaming. The guy taking me from behind must have been at least 10” long and so thick. I came over and over on that cock before he coated my insides with his cum. His buddy then said, ''What about me?'' and as I reached for his cock, he added, ''Never mind that, I don’t mind sloppy seconds.'' He had me lay on my back and really started pounding me. It only took a few minutes and then I had two loads in my pussy."

John was frantically fucking me now. I knew it wouldn’t be long. I felt my own orgasm building and knew exactly what would push us both over the edge.

"By the way, honey… In case I forgot to mention it, I had to run some errands before I went to that bar. They took a lot longer than expected..."

"Then how long ago did these guys..?" John started to ask.

"You know that bar about a half mile away? I just came from there. It’s only been about twenty minutes now since both those guys blew their hot loads in your slutty wife’s pussy."

With that, John added a third load to my well-soaked pussy. I felt like the biggest slut. As he flooded me, I dug my nails into his back and cried out, "Cum in my well fucked hole..." and had an orgasm that left me shaking for close to a minute.



Business and Pleasure



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"I was kind of hoping to do something alone tonight," Bob lamented to his wife Denise as she was pulling cupcakes out of the oven of their spacious kitchen on a Saturday night.

"I know, honey, but it is Mary's birthday next Monday and we won't be able to celebrate it then so I decided to have her and Lee over tonight to enjoy dinner and cupcakes for dessert. You know I could never forgive myself if I let her birthday pass by without at least a minor celebration."

"Oh, I understand," Bob conceded. "I was just thinking out loud. You and I haven't gone skinny dipping in the pool in a couple of weeks. I was hoping to watch your sweet naked ass in the pool lights tonight."

Denise couldn't help but smile. She knew that Bob and Lee had both been busy lately. They had been insurance agents together for over 20 years for a large national casualty company and had been considerably successful. 

Not only were they work partners, they were the best of friends. 

They had talked about taking Fridays off and leaving the office in the hands of their secretary. Both Bob and Lee were 54 years old and had known each other since they were baseball teammates at the local junior college many years ago. The long hours and time away from their families had taken its toll and now they were considering 3 day weekends and possibly taking on a new and younger partner that could keep the business growing while allowing them to ease their ways into retirement in a few years.

Bob and Denise Hamilton had been married for 32 years while Lee and Mary Barris had been married for 31 years. Bob and Denise had twin sons that had both married and moved out while Lee and Mary's only son had just married last year and moved out of state. 

They were proud of those kids. All graduated from college and married nice young ladies. Bob and Denise's two sons lived within an hour drive from their Southern California home while Lee and Mary's son relocated to Idaho due to his job. Neither had grandchildren yet but they knew that would be a just a matter of time since their careers had taken off.

Denise and Mary passed their time by volunteering twice a week at a large hospital and each put in a few hours a week doing some online marketing. The money wasn't great but it was ridiculously easy work and didn't require a lot of time plus they set their own hours. More importantly, this money was all savings for what was planned as an early retirement for the two couples.

They were best of friends as well and the two couples often vacationed together. The insurance company provided many of the wonderful vacations over the years including a 9 day Mexican Riviera cruise, 2 trips to Hawaii, and a week's vacation in Costa Rica. There was a Caribbean cruise on the horizon next year.

The friendship crossed gender barriers. The guys were good friends with the other's spouse. Often when together for dinner or other social events, Bob could be seen in friendly conversation with Mary as well as Lee enjoying the company of Denise.

Although with these close friendships, there had never been any kind of overt flirting or suggestive behavior between them. There had always been a silent understanding that no behavior would take place to make any of the others uncomfortable. All four of them had done well for over 30 years in keeping the relationships within those boundaries.

Denise had been going around the house wearing a simple pink flowery sundress she always wore when she didn't have company. On a summer day she would wear nothing but the dress; meaning that no bra or panties were worn underneath. This kept her cool plus she enjoyed the freedom of wearing nothing underneath.

It was 6:45 in the evening and their guests would be there by 7:00. Mary went to her room at the end of the long hallway to put on something more appropriate. She put on her undies and a pair of modest tan short pants that covered her legs half the way to her knees.

She picked out a checkered pink and blue button up shirt that she tucked into her short pants. The dark brown belt accentuated her still impressive waistline and brought attention down to her larger but toned butt. Denise was always critical of her butt however it was very nicely shaped and always got looks of approval and appreciation from other men.

She looked at herself in the full length mirror on their bedroom door and examined her 52 year old body. She was 5 foot 6 inches tall and still had a fine figure. Not petite but she still could turn heads. She was a size 10 when she married and over the years had only moved up to a size 12. She only had a slight bit of a soft tummy and still had impressive 38C breasts that sagged only slightly.

Bob always complimented her on her appearance. They started going out when Bob was a sophomore in college and Denise was a high school senior. They had been inseparable ever since. Bob was Denise's first lover and the only lover she had ever known since. Bob had one steady girlfriend for nearly a year before meeting Denise and had sex with her a few times. That relationship ended abruptly when he caught her stealing money from him.

Still, Denise would look at her figure in the mirror and wonder if her husband was just being sweet and supportive. Their sex life had been a little less active lately but that was a result of his work and not his lack of interest in her. He had always treated her well and he was always affectionate. Like most women, she wondered if other men saw her as attractive, sexy, and desirable.

She even wondered if Lee felt that way about her. She could never cheat on Bob or even betray her friendship with Mary, but she always wondered if Lee found her sexy and what kind of lover he would be. These sorts of thoughts would consume her to the point where she found her panties wet from the fantasy. 

She had never seen another man's naked body before, except in a few porn flicks that they had bought in the past. That wasn't the same to her as the real thing yet she felt there was never any way she could ever find out without living with painful guilt the rest of her life. She had chosen the road of monogamy rather than ruin her marriage and her friendships. Every time she drifted into these thoughts, it would bring down her spirits. It wasn't a desire to cheat on her loving husband, it was simply the curiosity of having another man take her. If only Bob would agree to it.

The best she could do was close her eyes and fantasize about Lee while making love to her husband. She never shared these thoughts with Bob. He wasn't the possessive or jealous type and he certainly wasn't violent, but she didn't want to arouse suspicions in him when he saw her talking in a friendly manner with Lee.

What Denise didn't realize was that most men found her very pretty and desirable. Most men would be shocked to realize that she didn't see her own self as attractive or desirable. Bob could never understand why she seemed so unappreciative of her natural charms.

She had short dishwater blonde hair that she kept in a loose perm most of the time. She had one of the most beautiful smiles and large, light blue eyes that often got her what she wanted. When her husband looked into those large, baby blue eyes he was putty in her hands. 

What she also didn't know was that Bob had the same thoughts about Mary. The four of them had seen each other in modest swimwear before but there had never been any kind of questionable behavior during those times.

Bob was only 5 foot 9 with a stocky build. He had broad shoulders , a thick chest, as well as some very large, muscular arms and legs. His hair had gone prematurely gray but he still had a full head of hair. He never really considered himself to be much of a catch as far as looks or sex appeal. Any thoughts of stepping out on Denise were thwarted not only by his love for Denise but his lack of self confidence in his appeal to the opposite sex.

Based on his visits to the gym and the subsequent showers, he knew he wasn't the most blessed as far as his manhood was concerned. He did notice that he was thicker than most but certainly not that long.

While Denise was still studying her figure in the mirror, she heard the doorbell ring. She shrugged her shoulders, grimaced, and made her way down the hall to see Bob letting Lee and Mary inside their home.

She saw Lee's 6 foot frame and those thoughts that she just had while staring at the mirror emerged again. Instinctively, she tried to suck in her stomach while making sure her chest stuck out as she gave him her customary hug as a greeting.

Lee was quite different than Bob. Well, physically he was. Lee had a very thin frame that had hardly changed over the years. Lee was the kind of guy that people envied because he was able to eat what he wanted without paying the consequences of added weight gain. He did work out at the gym with Bob but he never seemed concerned about his diet. Fats, cholesterol, and carbohydrates didn't seem to be enemies with him.

Lee's blonde hairline had begun to recede in recent years but he had the kind of self -deprecating humor that allowed others to joke with him about it. He also saw humor in the most trivial things and was quick with a pun.

The men had many similar personality qualities. Both were kind and considerate of others. They were men of integrity and were universally respected in the business community. Bob was more introverted but was easy to get to know once a conversation was started. Lee seemed to never meet a stranger. They both knew that Bob was more of the brains in the relationship while Lee was a great salesman and PR guy.

Both men adored their wives and went out of their way to show them how much they were appreciated. Although they were rewarded with nice homes and a comfortable, although not lavish lifestyle, the ladies had sacrificed many hours away from their men as they pursued career goals that afforded that comfortable existence.

Bob checked out Mary. She was much shorter and thinner. She was a 5 foot tall petite brunette with wavy shoulder length hair. She was also considerably smaller up top. Bob always guessed that she was either a small B cup or large A cup. She had a small, pretty face with one of the cutest grins that seemed almost devilish at times.

Bob never thought she was as pretty or sexy as Denise but over the years they had become such good friends that he secretly wished he could take her into his bed and make love to her. 

Both women were the care free types. Although they had the financial means to spend a lot of money on clothes, they both enjoyed bargain shopping and kept very modest wardrobes. They took pride in their thriftiness. Rather than boast about how much they spent, they would brag about how cheap they bought something. They weren't the type to flaunt their wealth.

Mary was dressed in a pink tank top and dark blue shorts. Her short pants were shorter than Denise's although it did the job of adequately covering her small ass.

Bob always noticed the ass. In the secret crevices of his mind, he wondered how she looked without her clothes. He always enjoyed an opportunity to see her in her one piece swimsuits but he never got much of a peek of her bare ass or tits.

Mary seemed to know that men enjoyed looking at her. She would pat herself on the ass if she knew Lee or Bob were looking. Although she had a sweet disposition most of the time, she could be playfully sassy at times or have an off-color sense of humor. That was one of her personality characteristics that helped make her seem more desirable and sexy. 

Denise had ordered Chinese food to be delivered by 7:30. They sat at the table while Bob poured some chilled white wine for the group.

"Happy Birthday to a sweet lady," Bob offered as a toast, alluding to Mary's birthday in two days. Bob's baritone voice broke out into an off-key rendition of the "Happy Birthday" tune.

"Happy Birthday to a hot babe," Lee added to Bob's song and toast.

"Here!Here!" the guys yelled in unison. The ladies just looked at each other and shook their heads, amused by Lee's toast.

"Here's to two hot babes," Bob added, wanting Denise to know he thought she was hot as well.

"Gotta admit it Bob, we married some real hotties, huh?" Lee chimed in. "The years have been kind to both of them."

"Damn right," Bob agreed. "Who needs trophy wives when we have Denise and Mary?"

In all their years together, neither of the ladies had ever heard their husbands compliment the other man's wife in such a way. There had been compliments on a well cooked meal or a gracious thank you for a favor but never had they heard their men talk like this about the other wife.

There was the usual small talk when the doorbell rang again. Denise knew it was time for the Chinese food to arrive so she retrieved the cash she had set on the bar and strolled quickly to the door. Lee had to take a restroom break so he got up at the same time and headed to the hallway as Denise went to the front door.

As Denise was going straight to the front door, Lee was turning left for the hallway. Denise didn't realize that Lee was going to the bathroom, instead assuming that he was going to the front door with her. As Lee turned left, his left arm and the back of his wrist brushed up against Denise's chest.

Lee quickly retreated and apologized profusely for the honest mistake. Denise didn't think it was that big of a deal and just continued to the door. When she saw that Lee was turning right inside the hallway to the guest bathroom, she realized what and why it had happened.

Once Lee returned, Denise smiled at him. She wasn't flirting with him but rather trying to reassure him that everything was fine. Lee wasn't sure how to read her smile. Certainly she wouldn't be flirting, would she?

Privately, he hoped she was. Although he had no plans to go further, it would be nice to know that a beauty like Denise would enjoy brushing her chest against him.

There was enough fried rice, chow mein, orange chicken, and broccoli with beef to feed at least eight people, let alone the four of them. Bob refilled all of the wine glasses as the couples enjoyed the evening's meal and fellowship.

Denise was ready for a third glass of wine soon after dinner. Bob was reluctant to pour too much because she didn't handle her liquor that well. Any more than three glasses and she would start acting silly and slutty. She would flirt and make everything said into some sexual innuendo. Bob didn't mind it if they were home alone, in fact he enjoyed her sexy and slutty behavior, but with Lee and Mary there he wanted to be careful.

Bob had never felt the need to monitor how much she drink. Even on the vacations they took together Denise was prudent in her alcohol intake. For whatever reason this evening, she kept wanting more and not concerned about its consequences.

To the best of his knowledge, the only times she had been drunk was when they were home alone or occasionally out to dinner. By then he could take her home before she embarrassed herself.

Soon afterward, Mary helped herself to another glass of wine. In over 30 years of friendship, Bob had never seen Mary drink more than two glasses of wine or drink more than one beer. He had never seen her even a little tipsy, let alone stinking drunk.

"Careful, Mary. You know how goofy and silly you get when you've had too much," Lee warned her as she began to sip her third glass. 

"Shit," Bob thought to himself. "Looks like Mary has trouble handling a few drinks as well. I don't want the ladies acting too dumb and causing troubles. If Denise acts around Lee like she does me, then Mary's going to be very pissed."

Bob pulled Lee over to the side for a brief conversation.

"Look Lee, I know how Denise gets when she's had too much wine. She gets very horny and acts slutty. I don't want her to do something to piss off you guys."

"Bob, Mary is kind of the same way. Her clothes come off too easily. Can you make some iced tea or make some coffee? I usually trust the ladies but we know the alcohol could cause a bad scene."

"Well, Denise's problem is that she takes anything that's said and turns it into a sexual innuendo. If she does that to you, don't think anything about it, ok?

"No problem pal," Lee agreed. "However, alcohol can be something of a truth serum and if either of the ladies acts up in front of us does that mean they secretly would like to act like this if they could get away with it while sober?"

Lee had a point. Bob always felt a few glasses of wine brought out the true sexual beast in Denise. Whenever he would ask Denise about it she would justify it by saying it was more fun to act like that when tipsy or drunk. Bob never believed it. He always believed there was a suppressed vixen inside that conservative façade. Using the alcohol as an excuse, she tried convincing her husband that it took some liquid courage for her to act up.

Still, in over 30 years of socializing with Lee and Mary, Denise had never been drunk in their presence. She usually knew when to stop and never had to be reminded. This was completely out of character with her. It also caused Bob to be concerned about why she seemed hell bent on drinking so much more than normal.

Lee had concerns about Mary. She had approached him last year about the possibility of swinging. When Lee voiced such strong opposition to the idea, she dropped the possibility and promised that it would never be brought up again unless Lee initiated the conversation.

Lee had been the only man she'd ever known sexually and she confessed to being attracted to their friend Steven (who was married to her friend Beth) and also Bob.

"Bob?" Lee snapped. "You're fucking kidding me right?" 

"I said he was attractive and sexy. I didn't say I was going to fuck him. You'd love to do Denise as well but I'm not accusing you of trying to get into her pants."

Lee knew she was right. They both had secret desires for their best friend's spouses. He knew he might have been agreeable to swapping with Bob and Denise just so he could see Denise in her naked beauty, but there was too much to risk. 

They agreed to drop the idea and in nearly a year since then it had never been brought up again.

Then, there was the accidental brush against Denise's chest tonight and Denise's calm reaction to it...and that smile at the table. All those thoughts from last year came back.

"Bob, I think we may need to leave soon. Can we talk in private?"

"Sure buddy," Bob answered while seeing a worried look in Lee's face.

While they stood to the side, Lee told Bob about the conversation about swapping that he and Mary had last year. While Lee was going into detail, including admitting that he was attracted to Denise and Mary was attracted to Bob, Denise was opening up another bottle of wine and pouring a fourth glass for her and Mary.

What he didn't realize was that Mary could hear Bob's part of the conversation.

"Shit Lee, they're on their fourth glass now. Do you think you can get her to go home now?" Bob asked, noticing that look in Denise's eyes that told him she was already enjoying herself too much.

'Is that a no, then?" Lee queried.

"No to what?" Bob replied, completely puzzled.

"Mary's offer to swap. If you two don't want to then there's no hard feelings and we should leave before something goes down."

Bob couldn't believe Lee was giving permission to screw his wife. Of course he wanted Mary but would Denise agree to it and could he handle the possibility of knowing his wife was banging his best friend and business partner?

Bob admitted to himself that he had grown to love Mary as a dear friend over the years. He didn't want to just have sex with her but he would want to take time and treat her with the same love and respect he did his own wife.




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Bob shared those thoughts with Lee. "Lee, if all you want from Denise is a quick lay, then my answer is a definitive NO."

"Good God, Bob, I love your wife as a very dear friend. You both have been our best friends for so long. I can't love you so much without having an honest and pure love for Denise."

"So, do we let them start acting up or do we go home for now and start again when they're sober?"

Again, although Bob was talking in as low of a tone as possible, Mary could still hear his end of the discussion.

"Well, like I said, alcohol can be like a truth serum. I know for sure you could have Mary naked in a few seconds if you tried. How about Denise?"

"I know she finds you attractive. My concern is how she'll act when she's sober. She denies that alcohol causes her behavior. She just says that alcohol makes it more fun."

"Great then, let's get them back to the bar and just start casual conversation and let the alcohol do the rest of the talking, ok?"

Got it! The two men hugged briefly and the ladies saw it.

"So, what's that hug all about?" Mary inquired with her cute grin, knowing the tenor of the men's conversation. "Ain't we good enough for you?"

"We hugged in agreement in how hot you two look," Lee shot back. 

"How hot do you want it, baby?" Denise replied, her tone of voice telling her husband that she'd already had enough to drink. "I haf a spot dat's pretty warm and wet right now." Denise was already having trouble pronouncing some of her words.

"Hey, I got a hot spot too," Mary happily added. "You wanna feel it?" she asked Bob, reaching for his hand.

Lee and Bob looked at each other with amazement yet apprehension. No question now the ladies were ready for more.

"Can we promise each other that no matter what happens tonight that we're still best friends?" Lee asked. "I'll go home now before endangering our friendship and my friendship with Denise."

Bob took time to rethink the possibilities. 

He saw Mary standing at the bar with her usual cute grin and an unmistakable naughty look in her green eyes. He decided that it was worth a try. Denise was clearly flirting with Lee. What he didn't know was how far she would go with him. Was it just teasing and flirting? Touching? Kissing? Oral sex? Full intercourse?

Bob agreed to let Lee take the lead. Once Denise gave him the indication that she was ready to get naked and play then he would proceed with Mary.

Both men had already grown bulges in their short pants in anticipation of finally getting to be more intimate with their best friend's wives. This wasn't lost on Denise as Lee approached her.

"Damn Lee," Denise proclaimed while struggling to speak without slurring. "Does wine always make your dick get hard?" Lee was still in shock hearing Denise talk like that. With that comment, she grabbed at Lee's crotch through the fabric in his short pants.

Bob couldn't believe it. Denise was acting towards Lee just as if it were just him and her alone at night. Denise was clearly in her naughty mode and Lee was going to be the lucky beneficiary.

"You want to go sit down?" Lee asked Denise, hoping they could sit on the couch and make out.

"I want to sit down alright. I want to sit on that hard dick." Denise took her fifth glass of wine and guided Lee to the couch.

Bob needed no further prompting to approach Mary. He knew his wife was either going to screw Lee right there on the couch or take him to their room.

Bob and Mary had observed Denise's behavior and Mary took her index finger and motioned to Bob to come to her. Mary was so excited that she was finally going to get her husband to swap partners.

Bob still couldn't believe what was happening although he was right in the center of it. Mary had never acted anything like this before in his presence and now she appeared ready to take him while his wife was having Lee.

Bob was quite nervous and still wondering if he was doing the right thing. Although Lee admitted to him that Mary wanted him, he was wondering if she'd be disappointed when she saw his male member. He had seen Lee in the gym shower and Lee was about 2 inches longer. Bob knew he was considerably thicker but he wasn't sure if that would impress Mary. However, there was no backing out now.

Mary took the initiative and planted a kiss on Bob's lips. Bob returned the kiss with equal desire then took his tongue to separate her lips while he explored the inside of her mouth. Mary was impressed with Bob's kissing skills and was hoping he'd be just as talented with his tongue in her wet pussy very soon.

The wine had performed its predictable effects on Mary as she removed her pink top. She was clad in a small bra that barely covered her nipples. As Bob expected, her breasts were quite small but with the very thin bra, her rock hard nipples poked noticeably through the material.

Bob had fantasized about this moment for many years. Mary would be undressing for him while he prepared his rod to enter into her hot and wet pussy. This wasn't a fantasy anymore. His very cute and sexy friend was going to let him have his way with her.

"What do you think, sweetie? I hope they're not too small for you. I know Denise is much larger."

"Too small? You got to be fucking kidding me. Look at those nipples! And your bra isn't even off yet!"

Bob reached and cupped her small, thinly covered breasts in his hands. He noticed that her bra had front fasteners so he quickly unhooked them so he could get his bare hands and mouth on her lovely tits.

They were so sexy. Bob's first steady girlfriend had larger tits and of course Denise had larger ones so these were the first set of smaller ones that he had seen live and he was aroused by their look and feel.

The small mounds were topped off by small pink areolas and long pointed nipples that were rock hard by this time. He took turns sucking on one tit while massaging the other with his hand.

Mary clearly had sensitive nipples. Each time he sucked on the nipples she would shudder and moan with pleasure. Bob knew that by now her pussy was probably soaking wet and was anxious to explore it as well.

"Hey, I'm not the only one getting naked here," Mary whispered to him. "If you want to see more you're gonna have to get naked for me."

Here it was, the moment he was the most apprehensive about. He was going to have to let Mary see his naked body. If she didn't like what she saw would she call it all off? He could see Denise and Lee on the couch making out hot and heavy, although only Denise's shirt had come off so far.

Bob pulled off his shirt. She'd seen him without his shirt many times before so that was no problem for him. At least when she saw his dick for the first time, it would be as hard as it had been in a long time. It would actually feel better to have it outside of the constraints of clothes.

As he pulled down both his short pants and underwear at the same time, Mary's eyes opened wide with amazement.

"Holy Shit, Bob! That's one hell of a thick cock baby."

She said it so loud that it interrupted Lee and Denise's make out session. 

Lee knew about his thick cock from the gym showers but didn't expect quite a loud, vocal response from Mary.

Denise didn't know what the big deal was. She had been receiving that inside of her for over 30 years. She was anxious to see Lee's cock though.

"Ok, your turn," Denise commanded Lee, time for you to let me see your dick."

Bob knew she was still drunk because she would never say the word dick unless the alcohol was helping.

Lee pulled down his shorts and proudly displayed his engorged member to Denise.

Denise giggled with delight. He was certainly longer than her husband although it was clearly not as thick. It didn't matter. She was getting to be intimate with another man without having to sneak around on her husband. 

Denise immediately took his dick in her hand and placed it in her mouth.

"Careful doll," Lee warned, I want to place it in your pussy and if you keep this up I'll explode before then.

Denise knew she had better get naked before it was too late. Although she had never been naked in front of another man other than her husband and doctor, she found an unusual calm about her as she removed her bra and let her lovely C cup tits fall out.

Lee couldn't wait for her to finish undressing. He loved the sight of her larger breasts. She had large, brown areolas with thick and hard nipples. They weren't as long as Mary's nipples but they were thicker and just as hard.

Lee massaged each tit carefully then used his tongue to tickle her nipples. He discovered that her nipples were just as sensitive as his wife's were and that by now Denise's pussy must be ready for his hard rod.

He unbuckled her belt and popped open the snap on her shorts. Carefully unzipping her shorts, he was going too slow for Denise.

"Shit Lee," Denise exclaimed, "if you want to see my hairy pussy just yank them down." She was laughing as she spoke.

Denise was loud enough to get Bob and Mary's attention. Mary wasn't so tipsy anymore and was amused at Denise's drunken behavior. "She is a horny drunk, huh?" Mary observed.

"Yeah, I was afraid to let you two see her like this. I'm glad you understand. Of course you were starting to get funny as well"

"Not really. I've only been a little tipsy, yet I wanted to help loosen Denise up so I pretended like I was as drunk as her. I know exactly what I want."

"I just hope she lets Lee have her sometime in the future without needing liquid courage," Mary said. "I want to have you more than just tonight but it's going to take Denise to let it happen."

Bob understood her concern. For tonight though, he was going to enjoy his best friend's wife.

After Denise's funny outburst, Lee hurriedly yanked down Denise's panties to reveal her naked pubic area. She had a thick V-shaped dense forest of light brown pussy hair that came to an abrupt end where her pussy lips began. When he saw her slit, it was completely shaven.

Denise took his cock in her mouth again. Bob looked over and saw her with his rod in her mouth and took the final steps to achieving his goal.

With only a couple of movements, he unbuttoned and unzipped Mary's shorts and then pulled down her shorts and panties in one motion.

Staring right at his eyes was a gorgeous dark patch of nearly black pubic hair. The wetness from her pussy had spread to the dark bush and set off an aroma that only hastened Bob's desire to bury his face into her hairy hole.

He took her to his bedroom and laid her out on the bed. Bob was now taking charge and Mary was enjoying it.

He placed his head between her legs and found her most sensitive spot inside her sweet smelling pussy. He expertly used his tongue to barely and repeatedly touch the clit enough to bring her to several orgasms. His face was drenched in her juices and his cock had a strong desire to go where his face had been.

"Fuck me! Damn it! Fuck me, Bob!" Mary yelled at him. "No more oral, I need that thick cock in me!"

With that encouragement Bob plunged deep inside of her. He lifted her legs so that he could get maximum penetration. Mary had no idea how good a thicker cock could be and Bob was so surprised to feel how tight she was.

"Come on my tits. My tits!" she commanded. Bob knew he wasn't going to last any longer so he pulled out his dick and aimed directly on her little mounds. After a couple of strokes, several shots of warm, sticky semen covered both of her tits. Bob couldn't remember the last time he came that hard. Mary lay on her back amazed that she got to experience another man's cock...and enjoyed it so much.

"What do you say we shower real quick and jump naked in the pool?" Bob suggested to Mary. "Maybe we'll catch Denise and Lee in action."

That idea intrigued Mary. She wanted to see what her husband and Denise were doing as well. Not out of jealousy but out of curiosity. She wanted them to make the same connection that she did with Bob so that they could do it again.

With the prospect of seeing their spouses in action, the shower was quick. They barely dried off and hurried naked down the hallway to see Lee eating Denise's pussy in the 69 position. They saw Denise's body convulse with each orgasm while they both were in awe that Lee had lasted so long without coming.

About that time Lee warned Denise that he was going to blow his load soon. 

"Stick that dick inside my wet cunt!" Denise demanded. "Now!"

Bob knew that there was still plenty of booze in her because of her language and tone of voice. Not only did she get horny, she took charge.

Denise climbed off of Lee's face and sat on his cock while she rode him like a wild bull. 

"Oh God, I'm going to come," Lee warned. "Where do you want it?"

"On my tits, please, on my tits."

Denise pulled off and grabbed Lee's cock and stroked it until she guided every last bit of his load on her ample chest. At that time Denise looked up and saw Bob and Mary smiling at her.

"Well, did you two have a good fuck?" Denise boldly asked. "Cuz we sure did, huh Lee baby?"

Lee looked up from the couch with a huge smile.

"I hope you two had as much fun as we did."

"Yes, baby... we did. Thanks so much for agreeing to swap partners with Bob and Denise. I love you so much."

"I love you too Mary babe. I love all of you. I think our friendship has reached a new and better level."

Bob, Mary, and Lee nodded in agreement. Denise also agreed but without as much conviction. Was the booze wearing off?

"We took a quick shower and we're going to go skinny dipping in the pool. You want to join us?"

Lee looked at Denise. "Sure," Denise answered, although not with the enthusiasm she had just few minutes before. It wasn't said in a negative way but just lacking the earlier zeal.

Bob knew that she sobered up quickly and it appeared she wasn't as inebriated as she was less than 2 minutes ago. Most likely she hadn't had another drink of wine in over 15 minutes and with her ability to sober up quickly, she was more cognizant of what was going on around her.

Denise walked with Lee to the shower that Bob and Mary had just used and stepped into the lukewarm water. 

Lee noticed the change in demeanor and asked her if everything was ok.

"Yeah," said Denise without much conviction. "I can't believe I just let you have sex with me and let my husband have Mary."

"It didn't bother you earlier, why does it now?"

"I don't know. I can't blame the wine. I knew what I was doing. I can't blame Bob because he just followed what I did."

"But, did you enjoy it?" Lee asked hoping for the affirmative.

Denise started crying. She was standing naked with her best friend's husband in the shower and crying. 

Lee wasn't sure if he should hold her or leave her alone. His concern for her was nearly dwarfed by the vision of her nakedness right in front of him. The water streamed down her shoulder, to her large breasts, and seemed to rest on the thick mass of pubic hair. After assessing her physical attributes, he reasoned that she was his good friend and a hug would be appropriate.

Denise returned the hug with an appreciative hug of her own.

"Yes, to answer your question, I did enjoy it....a lot to be honest. Maybe it's the guilt. I've wanted this for so long, Lee. I love Bob so much but I've always wanted to experience you. In fact I want to do you many more times in the future. I hope Bob feels the same about Mary."

"I can't feel guilty Denise because everyone consented. You didn't cheat on Bob. I would never help you cheat on Bob. He's my best friend and I love him and you both too much to do something so wrong. I'll tell you something, Mary is crazy about Bob and I have sensed that he was just as interested in having her."

Denise stopped crying and looked at him with the slightest smile.

"Earlier tonight when you accidently brushed up against my breasts, I enjoyed it. I felt bad because I knew it was an accident and you felt bad about it. I wanted somehow to tell you that you can touch my tits anytime but I didn't think Bob would ever consent to that. I wanted to follow you to the bathroom and grab your hands and place them on both of my tits."

"Look at me now. I'm staring bare assed naked with you in my shower and feeling horny again. Am I wrong to want you to take care of my needs? 

Maybe I should just have Bob come back in here."

"Nah, let Bob and Mary enjoy the pool",Lee reasoned. "Let's dry off and I'll do the best I can to get you off again. I'm not as young as I used to be but it will be fun to try."

Denise took him back in her arms and kissed him deeply. They were truly making love this time. There was a loving friendship and tenderness being shared. Earlier it was their first time and their hormones were raging like a couple of uncontrollable teens. 

To his surprise, Lee discovered his cock slowly coming back to life and Denise discovered it as well when its hardness pressed against her belly. Lee couldn't remember the last time he had come twice in the same night.

"Make love to me, please" Denise pleaded. "I got to enjoy a hot sex session with you earlier, now I want to make love."

Lee was only too happy to oblige. He took her on the bed and began to kiss her entire body. He paid special attention to her sensitive nipples and she again shuddered with pleasure. 

He slowly moved down to her belly and then to her pussy. His lips met the opening to her love hole and he found that sensitive clitoris and just like earlier, he worked it until she experienced several more orgasms. 

Lee's cock had now fully recovered and all 7 inches were standing straight up. Denise got on her back while motioning for her new boyfriend to enter her wetness.

Lee slowly entered and exited Denise's pussy while reaching up with his tongue and flicking her nipples. This caused more shuddering and she tightened up her pussy muscles to assist Lee with coming again.

Lee was in no hurry to finish this session. He loved the feel of her wet pussy and enjoyed eating a pussy with a shaved slit. Maybe he or Bob could convince Mary to do the same. 

Lee was straining to make this last as long as possible. However, Denise's tightness and orgasms made it impossible to hold out any longer.

"I'm coming again, sweetheart. Where do I come?"

"Please come inside of me. I want you to finish with you in me this time."

A few plunges later, Lee collapsed on her and released another several streams of cum. It wasn't nearly as much as before but for both of them it was even more pleasing. 

"I do love you Denise, "Lee proclaimed. "Not the same kind of love I have for Mary but I truly want to be your lover, not just a fuck buddy."

"I understand exactly what you mean Lee. I've loved you for a long time and I know that Bob has probably loved Mary for a long time. It's almost impossible to spend as much time as we've spent together without having these types of feelings."

"More importantly," Denise continued," I like that you said you wanted to make love to me. I don't want to just be a sex toy to you either."

With that they embraced one more time before rinsing off their sex in the shower. They were now anxious to join Bob and Mary in the pool.

"They're sure taking a long time, don't you think?" Bob asked Mary. Bob knew that Lee had already climaxed and that they were taking a quick shower. Maybe the shower went better than expected? Did Denise sober up completely and get mad at him?

Mary took Bob's cock in her hand and told him not to worry.

Still, Bob had an apprehensive look on his face.

"Ok, handsome. Talk to me babe. What's on your mind?"

"You know, Mary, I've privately wondered what it would be like to kiss you so deeply and have you in my arms."

"However, it was more like a fantasy that I knew couldn't be true. Now I'm standing here in our pool naked with you while Denise is naked with Lee after letting him have his way with her."




Business and Pleasure



Mary was watching Bob's facial expressions while listening to his more somber tones. Her playful demeanor had suddenly become as serious as his.

"Guilt? Mary asked not knowing exactly how to approach this.

"Maybe some guilt," Bob admitted. "Still, we all agreed to this and I would be a liar if I said I haven't enjoyed it."

"What made you be so bold to suggest to Lee that we try this?"

Mary smiled. "Nothing more complicated that intuition. I've observed Denise's interactions with Lee. I could see love and lust in her eyes. Usually that would make me jealous except I had the same feelings for you."

"It would be hypocritical of me to acknowledge my own carnal desires but be judgmental towards Denise for having the same kind of feelings."

"After a couple of years of thinking about it, I approached Lee after I had given him a great blow job. I figured he'd at least listen and be non-judgmental about my suggestion. "

"I guessed wrong. He got angry and wondered what in the hell was wrong with me. After his initial outburst he calmed down. I was able to get a confession from him that he had similar feelings for Denise. He especially admitted a desire to see her tits."

Bob couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He'd noticed quite a few men over the years that admired her rack.

"Bob, the four of us have a very special friendship. Not everyone is so blessed to have friends like that. The events tonight should only make it stronger. I want Denise to feel free to hug and kiss on Lee any time she wishes. They are great friends and now lovers."

Bob nodded with understanding. "Mary, there's one thing for sure. There is no going back. We can't undo what happened. We can't decide it was a mistake and go back to a monogamous life."

"I've enjoyed a great night with you and I'd never be content if I couldn't do it many times more."

"That's why I worry about what would happen if Denise decided that this was just a one night fling. I'll always look at you in a much different way from now on."

"What else surprises me is how comfortable I am with you standing here in the water naked. I can't speak for you but it makes it easier to open up to you when like this."

Mary nodded her head, knowing exactly what Bob was saying and experiencing the same liberating feeling inside.

"You know Bob, I have a friend, Evelyn. She and her husband Barry are nudists. They are very open about it. They told me the same thing that you just said. There is something liberating about being undressed. Yes, we notice each other's physical attributes but just a while ago I had forgotten that I was naked or that I was supposed to act modestly."

"I've noticed the same thing. I want to be naked more often now and not just with you. I love this feeling!"

"However,tonight, you're mine Bob. Denise will be fine.You'll have to trust me on this one. The fact that she's not back out here yet is proof that she and Lee are doing very well in there."

Something about Mary's tone of voice, its assurance, set Bob at ease. He was still in awe of the cute little naked package in the pool with him. He still found himself looking at her little tits and pointed nipples. He would then glance down and see that nearly jet black patch of pussy hair. 

Plus, he found that he was getting excited again. As Mary grabbed his cock again and began to deeply kiss him, his cock found another life and pushed against her belly.

"Let's go back in the bedroom and finish this," Mary suggested. "Maybe Lee and Denise will see what I did to you."

As Bob and Mary stepped out of the pool, a naked Denise and Lee opened the sliding glass door to the patio and were ready for a dip.

Denise noticed Bob's hard on and smiled.

"That's ok. We've already gone two rounds as well," she told her friend and husband.

She kissed Bob on the cheek and reassured her love for him. Mary gave Lee a sweet kiss as well and affirmed her love to him.

Now Bob was completely confident in his wife's acceptance of this lifestyle. With that in mind he was more anxious than ever to finish with Mary.

"This time, we make love," Mary implored." 

"Earlier it was our first time and it was so heated. Let's take our time and enjoy every square inch of each other."

"I couldn't agree with you more, baby!"

Although Bob was already hard, he was not anywhere near coming again. He and Mary spent more time kissing and looking into each other's eyes. There was a lot of smiling and soft touching. More importantly, there was honest and heartfelt conversation.

"Mary, we've been friends for so long. Every time I've been with you in the past several years, I've always wished that I could share a moment like this with you."

Mary eyes began to moisten. She was searching for words while trying not to openly sob. She felt the same way towards Bob and had always feared she would never be able to share it with him.

"Denise and I have always appreciated how good our men are to us. You know I talked to Lee about swinging but more importantly, I wanted to have this kind of relationship with you. I mentioned Steven and Beth to him just in case he was afraid to hurt our friendship. If we can have you two I would be very content."

"Bob, we've all been great friends for over 30 years. We've laughed together, cried together, watched our kids grow up together, graduate, been to our kids weddings together, vacationed together....."

"What's different now is I can't even think of this as swinging. We all love each other. We all care deeply for each other. We are sharing the most prized person in our lives with each other."

"Again, I don't just want you for a booty call or some cheap sexual thrills. I want the whole person that is you, Bob.

"Mary, it's amazing how much alike we think. I sure hope Denise and Lee want the same thing."

Bob was spending considerable time with her sensitive nipples as she spoke. He was enjoying these small breasts much more than he had ever anticipated. Prior to tonight he was curious about seeing her naked breasts but after tonight he would always be turned on by the small orbs and pointed nipples.

Nearly 30 minutes passed and Bob wanted to enter Mary's pussy one final time tonight. It was already 10:15 and Bob wanted to go back into the pool and join his best friend and his wife before they get tired of waiting.

Bob tenderly placed his engorged cock into Mary's wet hole. To Bob's surprise, he was ready to come very soon but he wanted to make this last as long as possible.

Once he could no longer hold back, he told her that he wanted to come inside of her.

"Please do, my love. Please do."

With that encouragement Bob released his hot and ready juices inside of Mary's tight pussy. Mary's vaginal muscles clamped down on his cock, squeezing every last drop of semen from his reservoir.

"Let's get our showers and join our other lovers," Mary said right before Bob was going to suggest the same thing.

The two couples met up for a late night skinny dip. Bob held his wife again while Lee was eager to hold Mary again after a couple of hours apart.

They stood and sat in the pool until after 1 in the morning. There was fun and laughter which was much like any other time together but the conversation also took a serious tone when discussing the direction their friendship had taken. 

They reminisced about good and bad times from their past. Their kids. Mary and Lee's son getting to play in the Little League World Series with the whole group spending a week in Williamsport, Pennsylvania. 

They recalled funny stories from their kid's weddings and rehearsal dinners. Denise remembered Lee's tuxedo zipper getting stuck at their son's wedding and Mary having to find a safety pin to keep his fly closed.

Bob remembered a flight that he and Lee took together to St. Louis and Lee had a bad case of flatulence. No one on the plane knew where the noxious odor was emanating from and Bob and Lee did their best to keep a straight face during the flight. After that flight, that incident was the fodder for many crude, yet funny jokes. 

Still, there had been a line crossed that could never be undone. Bob could never look at Mary again without seeing a lover. He would always have the image of those sexy little breasts, tiny ass, and nearly jet black pussy hair. They had begun a journey that would be impossible to abandon. Also, none of them seemed eager to put it in the past.

All of them agreed that they wanted to continue. It was also agreed that kissing, touching, and other displays of affection and forms of foreplay would always be accepted with the other's spouse.

Even during all of this conversation, Bob still couldn't keep his eyes off of Mary's tits.

Both couples were clearly secure in their own relationships that there was no need for petty jealousies. Now completely sober, Denise was already making sexual comments and innuendo to both her husband and Lee. She looked at Mary and Bob to make sure it was okay to spend a few more minutes alone with Lee before they left.

"Why not have Lee and Mary stay the night in the guest room. It's so late and we can sleep as late as we want tomorrow morning," Bob suggested. 

Denise smiled, wishing she had thought of that. 

Thinking quickly, she made a further suggestion.

"Would you all be okay if I slept with Lee tonight while Bob sleeps with Mary?"

Bob looked at her with both a surprised and disbelieving stare.

"Did I say something wrong?" Denise asked, suddenly worried that she may have gone past a boundary that the others didn't want.

"No, nothing wrong," Mary assured her. "I just think we're surprised that you would be the one to suggest it. You have to admit it, until tonight you've been the most prudish."

Denise knew her friend was right. She also knew that she was going to be more of the vixen that Bob knew her to be when she had some liquid courage. 

Mary looked at Lee and Bob seeing if there was some non-verbal signal that it was fine with them. Mary was hoping the boys would consent because she wanted Bob for the night.

A few seconds of silence ensued. Mary and Denise kept looking at their men waiting for some kind of answer.

"I would love to have Mary for the night," Bob finally said, breaking the awkward silence. "I fully trust Lee and Denise and I hope we can both get it up again by tomorrow morning and make beautiful love to our new lovers."

"Couldn't say it better, pal. Couldn't have said it any better, "Lee concurred while taking Denise in his arms and kissing her with renewed energy.

"Time for bed?" Mary asked as she grabbed Bob's cock.

"Yes!" Denise chimed in. I think we all need some time with our new lovers." 

Denise walked back in the pool and took her husband in her arms and gave a passionate goodnight kiss. "I love you so much Bob. Thank you for the freedom we have now. I love you more now than I ever have."

"Love you too, sweetie. Thanks for letting me get to know Mary more intimately and for trusting me."

Neither couple was up before 10:00am but both were able to make love one more time before getting up that morning. After every one made their way into the kitchen, Denise made blueberry pancakes for everyone as well as having some delicious hot coffee ready.

There was a lot to still discuss. They were anxious to start their new lives together. It was going to be sad to see Lee and Mary have to leave to go home. Bob and Lee would still see each other at work as well as Mary and Denise being together in their small business and hospital volunteer work. 

They would be aching for the weekends when the four of them could congregate again. Effective immediately, the guys decided to begin scaling down their business and prepare for retirement. The ladies would invest a little more time on their internet venture so they could help accelerate their retirement plans.

By noon, they were all naked in the pool again. This seemed so natural and normal to them now. Hugs, kisses, and gropes were exchanged as well as their ideas about their future. They agreed to be retired by the time Bob reached 56. Lee will have reached 56 two months prior to that.

The new lovers convened one more time in their respective rooms for a goodbye love session before Lee and Mary had to reluctantly go home until Thursday night. On Thursday it would be Lee and Mary's turn to host. The only instructions given to Bob and Denise were to pack lightly... they wouldn't need too many clothes next weekend. It was agreed that they would trade bedtime partners one night each weekend.

Both men were anxious for the next weekend but both were also anxious to reconnect with their wives and reaffirm their deep love for them.

Not only had they become closer to their friends, but their own marriages had been strengthened. The trust needed to make this work only brought the married couples even closer together. 

To all their surprise, there didn't appear to any lingering doubts or jealousies. The women knew that they were still loved and desired by their husbands. The men understood why the other loved their wives so much.

Also, the commitment made to accelerate retirement plans was a relief to all four of them. They were going to enjoy retirement and travel in a way that they could never have envisioned before this weekend. A large motor home was in the plans with a goal to visit every state accessible by wheels.

Lee still couldn't get Denise's glorious naked body and pretty face out of his mind during the week. Bob was still seeing Mary's sexy, tiny tits and dark pubic mane in his sleep. The ladies were content that they got to experience making love with a man other than their husbands...without having to cheat or sneak around on them. 

To them, it wasn't just swinging. This was an adventure of love for their best friend's spouses that they were fortunate enough to express in the most intimate way possible. 

Retirement and the golden years were now looking so inviting.



Business and Pleasure



Her name was Dani. I hadn't noticed her too much before because in my lofty office high above my company, I rarely interacted with staff other than my leadership team. Dani was the personal assistant to my Vice President Jayne Osgood and was coming along on a business trip with us to help take care of details. And as we entered the corporate jet, I suddenly noticed Dani - in a very big way.

This was the trip of my professional career, we were about to purchase one of our largest rivals and many of the leaders of the two companies were attending a trade conference in Florida where we would go deep into hammering out the details of the deal. The deal would make me the #2 man in a Fortune 500 company, the #1 man being Christopher Fielding, the company founder, who now rarely came by the office other than to show me pictures from his latest world travels. I was about to break into a new level of big time and become a very rich man.

That should have made me one of the happiest guys in the world, but like many men in my position, the success in the professional world had its impact on my home life. My wife was my high school sweetheart and was what every man would love - a great homemaker, cook, hostess for the best parties and had recently gotten deep into yoga and was hot as hell. But we had not been able to have children and we seemed to be growing apart. Heck, she doesn't even bother to drive me to the airport for business trips anymore. And sex? Well, let's just say it had been quite a while since our last, monotonous, get-it-out-of-the-way interaction.

That's why it's not surprising that, as Dani sat in the chair straight across from me, facing my way in the lavish corporate Airstream, my eyes strayed up from my Wall Street Journal to catch a better look at what my eyes had glimpsed in the airport terminal. Dani was a big girl, a kind I had fancied in college and fantasized about now. Not fat at all, just a big girl who carried her body well and knew how to dress to accentuate the best of her attributes. The best word to describe her would be 'curvy', and for me she was perfectly curved.

As I glanced around my paper I first noticed her black leather boots that hugged her calves tightly and lead up to a muscular, hose-covered thigh that was crossing over her other leg as she sat. She smoothed out a short, pleated blue plaid skirt that gave ample view of those legs and tucked into that skirt was a a white silk blouse with a blue blazer over it fully encasing her large, perfectly proportioned chest. I couldn't help but stare at the mounds in front of me. They were held fast by a lace bra that was slightly visible through the silk blouse and pressed her chest upward to form an amazing chasm of cleavage. My mind wondered as to what my eyes would see with that blouse and blazer removed, but I quickly caught myself in my lecherous behavior and raised my eyes to meet hers - eyes that were staring directly at me with a coy grin.

"Good Morning, Mr. St. Pierre," She said, breaking the awkward moment, "my name is Danielle, everyone calls me 'Dani' and I'm here to help you in any way you need on this trip." She reached forward with her right hand in greeting to shake mine. Her self-confidence was sexy, too, as well as the new view that was given to me as she leaned forward to grasp my hand. This created an even better angle for me to see down that blouse into those luscious breasts and my eyes could not avoid taking a chance look.

"Dani's the best, Ron," said Jayne, my VP sitting to my left. Her statement broke me out of my breast-induced trance and I quickly took Dani's hand to shake it and returned my eyes to their proper position.

"Yes, Dani, I heard you were coming and am sure you'll be a valuable asset on this trip," I responded. Her eyes looked at me with a knowing look as if she could read my mind - knowing I was processing my response to her appearance. Those eyes were amazing, a bright green encased by a beautiful round face and over a cute turned up nose. Add in the professional quaffed blonde hair, brushed to the side but still lightly resting just over her right eye and I truly had a vision of loveliness before me.

"Please do not hesitate to let me know of ANYTHING you need," she responded, "I'm here to serve in any way that I can."

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That brief opening encounter and our small talk about the trip upon takeoff soon faded as we got farther into our 5 hour flight. Dani and Jayne both grabbed blankets and pillows to take naps in ready for a long few days while I perused some of the files of information for our business dealings. The information was detailed and soon had my eyes fading, as well.

"I'm sorry!" I awakened with a start as Jayne bumped into my leg. "Sorry Ron, I just need to go to the bathroom," said my VP as she passed by me into the aisle. I collected my bearings then realized now was a short of window of time to view this new assistant and collect mental images for any fantasy I might undertake in my hotel room. 

She was fast asleep and leaning towards the left side of her seat. The blanket had slid down a bit at the top and was slightly bunched up around her waist, giving me a good view of the best parts. Her feet were on the floor with her left leg slightly leaning in the same direction of her head. This allowed my eyes to trail far up her plump but muscular thighs. The mesh of the black hose was stretched tightly around those legs, giving them a sheen that pleased my eyes all the way up until they disappeared in the darkness of her most private parts which were barely covered by that short skirt.

Dani's blouse had fallen slightly open, as well (she had removed the jacket) and I could look directly upon the bra covering the curve of her left breast. I could scarcely breath as I slid forward in my chair for a better look. The flesh of her breast just above that bra was milky white and it was all I could to keep from sliding a knuckle across it and caressing those large breasts into my hand.

My mind (and other body parts) were way ahead of me and formulating a plan. Almost before I knew it I had pulled a blanket out of the overhead compartment and covered myself as I leaned back in my seat. I grabbed the $120 silk handkerchief out of my jacket pocket and surreptitiously slid it under the blanket as well. Staring straight at Dani, I reached under the covers and unzipped my slacks, I reached in and found my raging hard cock and slipped it through the hole in my boxers and the open zipper. I would have to be careful to not get semen on my slacks or let me VP catch me in the act. I had but a few moments before she would return.

As my left hand secured itself around my still-hardening mast, i stared at those beautiful leather boots. It is my one, true, can't-resist fetish - not to lick like some crazed submissive, but I just could never look away from leather boots. Boots like these accentuate a woman's calves in an amazing way making them look taught and sexy. I imagined myself taking a boot in my hands and sliding my hands up the boot onto Dani's hose and up under her skirt. My fist started it's work under my blanket and I sighed lightly. I closed my eyes for a moment and pictured those eyes beckoning me to move my hands onward and upwards.

My masturbatory pace quickened as my eyes opened to stare at her chest. I could picture her hands cupping those beautiful breasts for me in erotic fashion, her eyes pleading with excitement, her breath quickening with her arousal. What if she were sitting next to me, what if it was her hand on my cock right now? So forbidden - I am her boss's boss. She is so much younger than me. It all made me amazingly thrilled and soon I knew I would not be able to contain myself much longer.

I slid the silk handkerchief over the top of my cock and my faithful left hand and held it in place with my right, a heavy breath escaping my lips as my arousal peeked. I slightly opened my eyes to make sure Dani was still asleep as my climax occurred. 

I felt my balls release my first deposit of cum up the shaft and into my handkerchief as my eyes focused in on the young girl across from me. Her beauty filled me with pleasure as my body experienced ecstasy in unloading a second and third time. My hand continued to work furiously to enjoy every last moment of this forbidden pleasure.

I heard the bathroom open back down the aisle and prepared to very quickly wipe myself down and repair myself to a normal condition, but I didn't count on the door click awakening Dani. As I stared at her, her eyes open groggily and then looked directly into mine. I wondered if there was any way she could know I was holding my softening cock in my hand covered in a cum-stained, silk scarf. Even more so, I wondered if she noticed I was staring at her as she opened her eyes.

I quickly closed my eyes to act as if I, too had been asleep before the opening of the bathroom door. I was trapped - In my fear my cock had returned to a completely flaccid state. I dared not move to zip up my pants, even as Jayne was now scooting around me again to return to her seat.

"Do you need to use the bathroom, sir?" it was Dani's voice.

"What?" I answered, looking back at her.

"I was asking if you need to use the restroom," she said with a soft smile, "I need to go, but I didn't want to jump ahead of you."

"No - um, No, I'm fine. You go ahead," I stammered. I watched as she gracefully arose from the seat. As she walked past me I heard a faint swish of her hose brushing as her thighs gently touched as she walked. I also received a large dose of her enchanting perfume. This made my cock immediately jump back to attention.

"Would you like to go over some of the numbers now, Ron?" Jayne asked.

"No - I think I need to nap just a little longer." It took a while but I was finally able to gently and carefully pack my manhood back inside my slacks and boxers to return to normal. I felt I had been able to do so without Jayne or Dani noticing, but I did occasionally catch a glance of Dani eyeing me in a way that seemed she knew something was up. At very least she caught me staring more than I hoped she would.

But as the plane continued to fly at 50,000 feet, I wondered what further interactions I might get with this dazzling girl on our trip.



Business and Pleasure



PRELUDE

It was 3:00 PM Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving and the office was empty except for Cathleen and me. The office had closed at 2:00 PM and although I had agreed to join some of my colleagues for a drink after work, I had business to take care first. Cathleen, my admin assistant, was sitting on my lap riding my cock a position that she loved. She had removed her panties after lowering my pants and underwear to my knees. I was sitting in my desk chair and fondling her lovely smooth round buttocks as she bounced up and down on my stiff dick.

Cathleen was wearing a long dress which is what she always wore to work. She had on thigh high hose with elastic tops which gave me easy access to her panty less pussy. She had her head buried in my shoulder to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Cathleen was a moaner and very vocal when she orgasmed so she always smothered her sounds when engaged in sex. It never took her long to cum when riding my cock and today was no exception. She screamed into my shoulder and her body went stiff as another massive orgasm rocked her. I could feel the wetness of her climax on my cock and pubes.

I continued to fuck her until she gathered herself and then she got off me and took my cock in her mouth. We had a rule about not cumming in her pussy or her ass when we were at work as she did not want to have to clean up afterward. Besides she loved to suck my cock and swallow my load. Cathleen gave great head and within minutes she had me ready to blow. I told her as I always did and as always she stayed on my cock until I came in her mouth. She swallowed my seed and kept sucking me until I was drained. 

She lifted her head up and smiled at me. "That got me hot again. Come here and eat my pussy," she said as she moved to a side chair and lifted her skirt. I pulled up my shorts and pants and then knelt before her. I placed her legs on my shoulder and dove right in to give her a good licking. Cathleen moaned when my mouth covered her pussy and my tongue darted over her clit. I pushed two fingers in her and located her g-spot. Between rubbing that firm flesh and nibbling on her clit she came within minutes and drenched my face.

We both went to the restrooms and cleaned up before we left the building. Cathleen left first and then I did. She had to get home because she and her live-in boyfriend where going to his parent's for Thanksgiving and they were leaving that evening. I decided to head to the watering hole and see who might still be there. 

As I left the building and signed out the security guard said, "Putting in a little extra time today Walt." 

I smiled and replied, "Yes, Cathleen and I had to wrap up a couple of items. Have a good Thanksgiving Jim!" 

"Thanks Walt, you do the same."

INTRODUCTION

Cathleen had been my assistant for the past four years and we started our affair two years earlier. We were both living with other partners but enjoyed the sex between us even more. It had started at a going away party for another executive and the admin assistants were also invited. We ended up that evening in one of those romantic interlude places where you could book a room for hours. The rooms had water beds, mirrors all over the place, a Jacuzzi tub and a TV showing porn. 

If you looked at Cathleen she was not a head turner but she was not sore to the eye either. She was 5'5" and weighed about 125 pounds. She had strawberry blonde hair that she kept cut short as it was like straw and she hated the texture. Her breasts were very small mounds on her chest but her ass was to die for. She worked out doing aerobics three times a week so her body was firm and her legs were shapely and solid. She was 34 years old when we started the affair and she was the best sex partner I ever had.

I was four years older than her and in good shape. At 6"1" I weighed a fit 190 pounds. At that time in my life I was an avid tennis player, SCUBA diver and alpine skier. I also was involved in martial arts training a few evenings a week. My light brown hair was cut short, a habit from my four years in the Marine Corps and I had hazel eyes. The thing that Cathleen loved most about me was my 7+" cock. It was big to her but not too big. 

That first night together, I attributed to us having too much to drink and both of us being horny. Cathleen knew about the interlude and we went there in a whim, not even sure they would have a room. Fortunately there was a room available and minutes later we were naked in the water bed. Cathleen wasted no time taking my cock in her mouth and she was thrilled when I told her to turn around so I could eat her pussy. She came before I did and then she mounted my cock and rode me until she had another orgasm. 

I moved her to all fours and fucked her from behind. As I did I caressed her lovely ass. I marveled over the shape of it and the smoothness of her skin. I played with her nether hole and teased it as I drilled her pussy. Getting bolder I moistened a finger with her juices and eased it into her anus. She wiggled her bottom in response so I probed deeper. I soon had her loose enough for another finger.

Getting her very wet I moved my cock from her pussy to her anus. When she felt the cock head at her anal entrance she told me, "You can have my ass if you use some cream. There is lotion in my purse." 

I moved in record time to retrieve the lotion. It didn't happen too often where I had a chance to fuck a beautiful ass and I wasn't going to pass it up. I got behind her and lubricated her ass in preparation for my cock. Satisfied that she was ready, I knelt behind her and eased my stiff dick into her sweet ass. I took my time pausing every so often to allow her to adjust to the anal intrusion. When I was almost all the way in, I began a slow rhythmic motion fucking her ass slowly. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of her shapely bottom and I was in no hurry to cum.

Cathleen lowered her head to the mattress and turned it to the side so she could watch us in the mirrors. It was one of the most erotic images of any in my life. My balls tightened and I knew I was close. A few more strokes and I drove into her ass and pressed against her buttocks as I unleashed a sizeable load in her rectum. Cathleen moaned softly when she felt my seed fill her bottom and she clenched her sphincter around my cock. Using her sphincter muscle she milked my cock dry. I stayed in her ass until my dick softened and slipped out.

Cathleen lay face down in the water bed and I flopped down beside her. "That was great! I loved that you came in my ass," she whispered.

"You have a beautiful ass and I loved fucking it," I sighed.

"I'm going to run the Jacuzzi and douche myself," she said. Cathleen turned on the water in the hot tub and then went to the bathroom to tend to her needs.

I remained in the bed until she returned and then we both sat in the Jacuzzi. The warm water felt great as we cuddled and played with each other. For me to cum twice in one night is normally a chore but that night I knew it would be easy. Cathleen told me that she douched both her pussy and her ass before getting in the hot tub. I knew she would want me to eat her pussy again but she never expected that I would lick her anus.

At one point Cathleen moved to get something nearby the tub and as she did her ass was displayed as she leaned over. I moved in behind her and planted kisses on her bottom. She wiggled her ass in response and nearly flipped out when I dipped my tongue in her crack and tickled her rosebud. No one had ever licked her bottom and she was overcome with the act. I continued to lick her anus and gently probe it with my tongue. Then I began to lick her from her clit to her anus and back to her clit. She went wild and experienced an intense orgasm that seemed to sneak up on her and catch her by surprise.

"Oh my God, that was incredible," she cried out.

I caressed her ass as she recovered from her climax and she whispered as if people could here us. "I loved that. Come on let's get dried off and I want you to fuck my ass again."

We got out of the hot tub, dried off and got back in bed. Cathleen was instantly on all fours and handing me the lotion. Once again I lubricated her thoroughly before I entered her. It took a long time before I came again and it was worth every minute as I loved being in her ass. To watch my cock slide in and out of her shapely receptive ass was an incredible turn on. We rested awhile and then showered together before getting dressed and heading our separate ways. I had no idea what we would say to each other on Monday at the office, as it turned out that night was the start of a great affair.

THE OFFICE AND BEYOND

The following Monday Cathleen went about business as usual in the morning as I had to get ready for the President's staff meeting. That afternoon following lunch Cathleen came into my office, closed and locked the door behind her. I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she had something on her mind. She had me stand up and she knelt in front of me and unzipped my fly. Next she fished my cock and balls out of my pants and proceeded to give me and incredible blow job. She really knew how to suck cock and in a matter of minutes I was cumming in her mouth. As she had done the last time she sucked me dry and then put my cock and balls back in my pants.

"Now I need you to eat my pussy," she whispered.

I moved a side chair to the office door and had her sit in it. She was wearing pantyhose under her long skirt and I pulled them down to her ankles. Lifting her legs I put my head between them and began lapping at her pussy. Her legs were held together over my shoulders with the pantyhose but I was clear to work on her pussy. Cathleen orgasmed within minutes and I drank down every drop of her sweet juices. 

I moved out from under her and allowed her to pull up her pantyhose. She smiled at me and I had my answer as to where our relationship was headed. Getting a blow job was easy with my cock sticking out of my fly but eating her pussy while wearing pantyhose was a bit awkward. I made up my mind that I would take her shopping for new hose and panties. Cathleen straightened her clothes and smiled again.

"I hope we can do this more often," she whispered.

"You can count on it," I told her.

That was the start of sex in my office and hardly a day went by that we didn't have sex. At times I was challenged to perform at home with my girlfriend Marty. Fortunately she was a flight attendant and was often out of town during the week. For the next several months it was strictly oral sex in the office as it was the safest and least risky. Cathleen loved wearing the thigh high hose and sexy panties that I bought her and it made it so much easier for me to eat her pussy. No one in the office knew what a hot piece of ass was under those long skirts and conservative clothes.

Once we got a little carried away and although we barricaded the office door with two chairs it was still too risky. I placed one chair against the door and then a second chair next to the first one. I sat in the second chair with my pants and underwear down to my knees while Cathleen rode my cock. She came twice before getting off of me and sucking my cock until I ejaculated. We loved the sex but I was nervous about someone coming to my office while we were at it. Security and facilities had keys to all the offices and while I never expected an interruption, it wasn't worth the risk.

Putting dead bolt lock on my door was too obvious and against company policy. I checked out alternatives at the hardware store and I was introduced to a door brace. It fit under the handle of the door and was jammed at an angle on the floor. I tested it and I couldn't budge the door with the brace in place. That gave me a renewed sense of security and with the brace in place we were more relaxed. Cathleen loved to fuck and feel my cock in her pussy so we did it anytime my schedule permitted. On busier days we resorted to oral sex. It was an unbelievable time in my career to have a great job and a great sex partner at work.

Whenever our live in partners were both out of town or busy, Cathleen and I would visit the romantic interlude. On those occasions I was all over her hot ass. She loved the way I made love to her ass with my fingers, tongue and cock. Of course I made sure that she had multiple orgasms and was completely satisfied. Seeing her ass glisten with Jacuzzi water when she leaned over the tub was an irresistible sight and I just had to tongue her gorgeous bottom. On those occasions I had no trouble cumming two times in her ass. It was incredible sex.

We had sex in the car too but not very often. There were two memorable occasions when we did. One time she needed a ride home after work. It was winter time and it was dark by the time we left the office at 5:30 PM. We stopped for a drink first to let the traffic thin out and then headed to her home. Along the way Cathleen took off her panties and brought my hand to her pussy. I fingered her and had her juices running by the time we got to her neighborhood.

"Pull over here, I need to sit on your cock," she said excitedly. 

I pulled the car over in a dark secluded cul-de-sac and lowered my pants and underwear to my knees. Cathleen climbed over and sat on my cock. She was so horny she came almost immediately but continued to ride me until she came again. Like she had done so many other times she got off me and then sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. We later straightened up and I dropped her off at her home just blocks from where we had sex.

The other memorable time was one evening after aerobics. She joined me for a drink and afterward sat in my car sucking my cock. As she was blowing me, she pulled her spandex down to bare her pussy and ass. They were tight so she only had them down to mid thigh. I played with her pussy and fingered her anus as she sucked my dick. Then she surprised me when she said. "I wish that you could fuck me in the ass tonight."

"Do you have lotion with you?" I asked.

"Yes, in my purse."

"Get it for me."

She handed me the lotion but before I lubricated her ass I lowered the car seat to a reclined position. I turned Cathleen away from me on her side and lubed her anus. I applied lotion to my rigid cock and slid in close. I eased my cock into her ass and fucked her slowly. It was winter time and the car windows fogged up quickly. No one would be able to see inside the car. I reached around with one hand and fingered her pussy as I fucked her ass. She went wild and came on my fingers. I continued to finger fuck her and then I came in her ass. Cathleen bucked all over the seat as she had another intense orgasm. We rested for a few minutes and I eased my cock out of her ass. She grabbed her workout towel and put it against her ass before she pulled her spandex back up.

"I don't want cum stains on my outfit," she said with a giggle.

Cathleen left my car and it took several minutes before the defroster cleared the windows. I drove off thinking about all the ways that Cathleen had great sex together. Then I thought about the upcoming business trip. Actually I was sending her to a conference and I was taking vacation days to join her. It would be the first time that we would be in the same bed overnight.

CONFERENCE BY DAY - SEX BY NIGHT

Executive conferences are always held at exclusive resorts in order to attract the attendees. This is not true with Administrative Assistant conferences, however I located one on the west coast of Florida. The conference would last three days with a welcome reception on Sunday evening. It would wrap up on Wednesday at noon. Cathleen would stay until Friday and I would return on Saturday.

The room reservation was in Cathleen's name. I arrived just before the reception on Sunday and Cathleen gave me the extra room key. I relaxed in the room reading while she attended the reception. At 9:00 PM she returned to the room and it was obvious she was ready for sex. She quickly shed her clothes and hopped into bed naked. I had also removed my clothes and our bodies came together.

"I have been thinking about this all day," she said.

"Me too," I said as my hands roamed over her shapely ass.

Cathleen rolled to her back and I moved down her body to lick her pussy. Within a few minutes she was pulling me up by my head. "I'm ready. Put your cock in me," she directed with some urgency.

I moved between her legs and slid my erection into her womb. She gasped when I entered her and then wrapped her legs around my torso. Cathleen thrust her hips into me and I responded. The two of us fucked like animals in heat and I made sure that my cock was in constant contact with her clit. She was going wild and I sensed that she had a mild orgasm but that didn't slow her down. We kept fucking until she reached her crescendo and this time she was vocal. She cried out that she was cumming and begged me to hold her tight. I held her body close to mine as she shivered and humped with the intensity of her climax.

I moved slowly in her as she gradually recovered from a massive orgasm. "That was absolutely wonderful," she sighed and then smiled and asked, "So are you ready for my ass now?"

"I will always be ready for your ass," I replied.

With a grin on her face she rolled over on all fours and presented her lovely ass to me. "Grease me up good," she reminded me but I already had the lube in my hands.

I applied the lube liberally to her bottom and my cock as I was anxious to get in her. She cooed as I fingered her anus with one then two fingers. Satisfied that she was ready I slowly eased my cock in her ass. I loved the sight of my cock disappearing between her round buttocks. Cathleen had an ass made for fucking. I caressed her ass cheeks as I moved slowly in and out savoring every moment.

"Cathleen, I can't tell you how good you look with my cock in your lovely ass," I told her.

I took my time as I was in no hurry to end this sex act. If I could have, I would have stayed in her ass for hours. In spite of my efforts to prolong my ejaculation it caught up with me. I held her by her hips and drove my cock all the way in until my thighs were pressed against her. Holding her tight I came in her ass with a force that surprised us both. I felt my shaft pulsate as my seed shot into her rectum. Cathleen then used her talented sphincter to milk the remains from my cock. I stayed in her allowing my cock to soften and slip from her bottom. 

"Wow, you must have really been turned on. I could really feel it when you came," she said sexily.

"I guess I was more than ready for your beautiful ass," I replied.

I noticed semen ooze from her anus and trickle over her pussy. Cathleen pushed like she was pooping and expelled more of it. I had never seen her do that before and it was very erotic. Minutes later we cleaned up and turned in for the night. It was the first time in our affair that we would spend the night together. We cuddled in the spoon position and dozed off. Sometime during the early morning hours my cock was hard between her buttocks. I ease it back in her ass and fucked her slowly. I didn't cum again but instead dozed off with my cock in her ass.

MONDAY

I rolled over in the morning and bumped into another naked body in the same bed. I slowly recalled the marathon of sex the night before and then I realized that I had a raging piss hard-on. A soft hand embraced my stiff member and held it gently and I remembered that Cathleen and I were in a hotel room together. 

"Good morning sleepy head. Did I wear you out last night?" she whispered in my ear as she fondled my rigid tool.

I was still groggy as I had slept soundly and had some wild dreams. I yawned, stretched and made an attempt to get out of bed. "I have to pee," I told her.




Business and Pleasure



"Not until I get to ride you. I'm going to take advantage of your condition this morning," Cathleen remarked as she positioned herself to straddle my morning erection.

Now I would try to survive the morning as she rode my piss hard-on. She was determined to orgasm as many times as she could that morning until she could not cum anymore.

"Don't pee in me," she teased as she rode my shaft like a woman possessed.

"Don't worry, that is not a possibility," I answered remembering how difficult it was to pee with an erection.

A few times in the morning I had to pee so bad that I tried but it wasn't until my penis softened to a semi-erect state that I could urinate. Even then it was difficult to control and I ended up missing the toilet with the first stream. I knew that my cock would stay hard as long as Cathleen rode me and that I would not accidentally pee in her pussy. She rode me hard and at times I thought that my bladder would burst but it held out. Finally after a number of mild orgasms she climaxed and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tight as she bucked and screamed.

Cathleen was always vocal when she orgasmed and often she would cum so hard that it was scary. I had gotten used to her orgasmic behavior and I loved to make her cum as much as I could. After a few minutes she rolled off of me and flopped over on her back. 

"That was marvelous. We have to have more morning sex from now on," she sighed.

I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom with my erect cock pointing the way. I stood over the toilet and tried to aim so that when I finally urinated that I would not miss the toilet. It took several painful minutes for my erection to soften enough so that I could pee and then finally success. It seemed like I peed for at least two minutes and the pressure was extreme. Then I washed my hands and my penis before returning to the bedroom. 

Cathleen was all business like and got ready for the seminar. She showered and dressed and then headed down to breakfast. "I'll see you around 4:00 PM," she said as she headed out of the room.

"I'll be by the pool," I told her.

"Behave," she teased.

"You're enough for me," I called back to her as she shut the hotel room door.

I decided to go to the fitness center and work out before breakfast. After my workout I would shower, dress and go to breakfast. Then I would head to the pool and read the book that I had brought along. It was a book that I had been meaning to read and this would be a good week to do that. I knew that evening we would dine at a good restaurant and then we would have incredible sex back in the room.

That day as I sat by the pool I had a difficult time concentrating on the book that I was reading. First of all there were a number of hot looking girls in skimpy bikinis around the pool who got my attention. However the main reason was that I was thinking about Cathleen's ass. The seminar was the first time that we stayed together for any longer than one evening and it was great having morning sex with her. It was Monday afternoon and I had four more nights and mornings of hot sex to look forward to with Cathleen. I only stayed at the pool until 3:00 PM and then I returned to my room to shower. I was dressed only in my gym shorts when she arrived.

Cathleen smiled and grabbed my cock through my shorts, "Miss me?" she teased.

"You know I did," I replied as I grabbed her ass through her slacks.

"Let's fuck before we go to dinner," she said as she began to disrobe.

In a matter of minutes after she arrived we were both naked in bed and I was drilling her pussy. My cock was buried in her and I made sure that in stayed in contact with her clit. Cathleen orgasmed quickly but we kept right on fucking as I knew that she would cum at least once more. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and held me tight as she humped my cock. Then she exploded with another orgasm and it was intense. She cried out and bit softly into my shoulder to stifle her screams.

"God that was great! Did you cum?" she gasped.

"No, I can wait though. Let's get some dinner and then we can play some more after we eat," I answered. 

"Let's have room service," she suggested.

"Fine with me," I agreed.

We looked over the room service menu and made our selections. We sat out on the balcony overlooking the pool. Twenty minutes later the food was delivered and we dined on the balcony. I had ordered two bottles of wine as well knowing that it would be a long evening.

After we ate we relaxed on the balcony finishing the first bottle of wine. Cathleen started getting frisky and she put her bare foot in my lap. Then she ran her foot over my stiffening cock as we drank our wine. I felt my cock harden under her foot but I made no moves to take the action further. 

"Take your cock out," she told me.

I fished my cock out of my shorts and it stood up in an erect position. Cathleen had slipped off her other shoe and then she placed her feet around my cock. She rubbed both feet together up and down my shaft. It was a very erotic act and I decided to let her have her fun. I felt my balls tighten as they normally did right before I ejaculated. At that very moment I decided to cum on her feet.

Cathleen had a very wanton look on her face as she jerked me off with her feet. She was really getting into it and I decided to surprise her with my ejaculation. Then without warning cum spurted out of my cock shot straight up and landed on her feet and shins. Cathleen giggled when I came but she went right on stroking my cock with her feet. She continued to rub my shaft with her feet squeezing cum from it. 

Then she spoke softly, "I douched my pussy and my ass for you when I showered."

I knew exactly what she wanted without her asking, "So are you telling me that your bottom is squeaky clean and that you would like my tongue in there."

"Oh yes," she said excitedly.

We then left the balcony and headed to the bed stripping off our clothes. Cathleen never bothered to wipe the semen from her feet. She was anxious to be rimmed again and I was ready and willing. Cathleen got on the bed on all fours and wiggled her ass at me in anticipation. I got behind her and ran my hands all over her lovely buttocks and then pried them apart to expose her anus. I dipped my tongue between her cheeks and tickled her pink rosebud. I pushed my tongue into her taut anus and wondered how she could take my cock in there so easily. I licked Cathleen from her anus to her pussy and she went wild. I kept that up until so orgasmed and collapsed face down on the bed.

Then I began to massage her body as she recovered. I used the body lotion supplied by the hotel and covered her back and shoulders with it. Then I worked my way down to her legs and massaged her calves and the back of her thighs. Next my hands covered her curvy buttocks and I massaged those glorious globes. I lifted Cathleen by her hips and she kept her head on the mattress and turned her face to the side. She had a dreamy look on her face as I fondled her buttocks and began to finger her anus.

Satisfied that she was well lubed, I eased my cock into her ass and began to fuck her slowly. I was determined to take my time and last as long as I could. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of her shapely ass and I felt as if I could last for hours. I don't know how long I fucked her in her ass but by the time I ejaculated my thighs were burning. I fired several streams into her rectum and as she always did Cathleen milked my cock with her sphincter muscles. We were both exhausted so we moved into the spoon position and cuddled together. We fell asleep in that position and didn't move until morning. 

TUESDAY

The next morning the insatiable rejuvenated Catherin was ready for morning sex. Once again I fucked her with my morning piss hard-on this time until she begged me to stop. After she showered Cathleen dressed for the seminar. I followed the same routine by working out at the fitness center and eating breakfast at the coffee shop. Later I headed to the pool with my book and hung out all day. I had lunch and a bloody mary pool side and stayed there until about 4:00 PM. Cathleen arrived back at the room around 5:00 PM and as the day before she wanted to fuck before dinner. Afterward she suggested room service again. 

Cathleen and I showered together after we ate. We soaped each other up and played with each other's bodies being careful we didn't cum prematurely in the shower. Cathleen then would douche both her pussy and her asshole. I still remembered the first time I saw her do that and I found it to be very erotic. After showering I gave her a massage and covered her entire body with lotion. After the massage I sat up in bed and Cathleen leaned back into me and I reached around and stroked her cute titties tweaking and rolling her nipples in my fingers. I slid one of my hands down across her firm abs over her little blond tuft of hair and found her vagina. I played with the folds of her labia and then inserted my fingers in her pussy. I found her hard clit and rolled it between my fingers as I continued to tease her nipples with my other hand.

As Cathleen moved to the end of the bed and she presented her shapely ass to me. Her ass always looked good but it looked even better when it glistened with the lotion. I leaned over and licked Cathleen's pussy from behind driving her wild as always. Then I tongued her beautiful ass as I always did when I knew that she douched. I swiped my tongue from her pussy up and over her bung hole and back to her pussy. She gasped out loud when my tongue touched her asshole. I always got into it so I grasped both of her curvy ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart so that I could get my tongue in deeper. I probed her pink aperture with my tongue as I inserted my fingers in her pussy. She started whimpering, gasping and directing the action. 

"Oh my God, do it again. Lick my asshole; stick your tongue in there. Eat my pussy, tongue my ass, rim me, oh yessssss," she cried out, "I love it when you do those things to me."

I placed my mouth on her, swabbing her pussy and ass in the process. I repeated this several more times until Cathleen seemed to go into convulsions with her first orgasm of the evening. She rocked back into my arms and I stroked her smallish tits as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm.

"I love it when you tongue my ass and eat my pussy like that. It feels so naughty but so sexy too," she uttered in an exhaustive voice.

Cathleen began to stroke my cock into an erect state and then proceeded to suck on it. She loved to stick her tongue in the little slit and nibble on my cock head. 

"I love playing with your cock but it gets me so hot I have to sit on your dick," she whispered sexily. Then she straddled me and aimed my cock in her pussy and rode me until she achieved another orgasm.

I decided it was time to fuck her in the ass so I had her kneel on all fours with her gorgeous ass in the air. She always put her head on the mattress and turned to the side so that she could watch. I broke out the lube and put an ample amount in her asshole. I fingered her ass and pussy at the same time. I put my index finger in her asshole and my middle and ring fingers in her pussy.

"I love the feel of your fingers in my ass and pussy together," Cathleen exclaimed!

If there was one thing I liked besides fucking Cathleen's beautiful ass it was preparing her asshole for a good reaming. After several minutes of finger fucking her pussy and asshole I couldn't wait any longer and I had to get my cock in her beautiful ass. I removed my fingers and lined up the head of my cock at her moist puckered ring and pressed forward slowly. My cock head strained to pop through and she let out a little groan as the pressure from my iron hard dick forced her little aperture to open like a flower and suddenly my large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Cathleen let out a groan as her rear passage was stretched to accommodate my ample girth. 

"Oh you always make me like this more than the regular way," she gasped and shivered as I filled her fully and withdrew my penis slightly. 

I felt her anal passage tighten around me and I continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight bottom until all 7+ inches were tightly packed up her ass. Cathleen really began to moan and her whole body shook in anticipation of what she knew was coming. I began to slowly fuck her but soon picked up the pace as I penetrated her with long hard strokes that used the entire length of my thick cock. Cathleen was going wild as she loved the feel of my cock as it pulled out and then came crashing back in and filled her ass. Cathleen was thrashing around uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When I reached underneath her to stroke her clit she exploded with her third orgasm of the evening. 

I continued to hammer her ass with long strokes then suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my balls and I knew I was close. I began to piston my raging cock harder into her searing ass in search of my release, which also increased the intensity of her orgasm. She was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the bedcover begging me to cum. 

"Give it to me, give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass," she begged as she always did. Cathleen loved to feel my warm seed shoot into her rectum.

I felt powerful and dominant with my impressive dick stuffed up the beautiful ass of a woman who could not get enough of me. Cathleen lay submissively before me on all fours as I towered above her like some untamed animal with a strong sexual hold on her. I took firm hold of her hips and slammed once more full force into Cathleen's ass. I did that three or four more times and then I let out a loud groan as I emptied my seed deep into her bowels. I surprised myself with the amount of cum I produced that time as my dick continued to hammer into her ass.

When I was finished I pulled out of her ass as Cathleen collapsed on the bed utterly spent. I slumped down next to her quivering body. That night we cuddled in the spoon position again and stayed that way until we fell asleep.

ANOTHER WOMAN JOINS IN

Wednesday morning after another round of sex with my piss hard-on Cathleen surprised me with a question. She told me that a girl named Suzie, also attending the conference, seemed more than just casually interested in her.

"I have never been with another woman and I thought it may be fun to try it," Cathleen said with her sexy demur. 

"Well I am all for it if you want to," I replied as I knew that she wouldn't just do it with any woman.

"I was thinking about asking her to join us for a drink after the conference today and see what happens," Cathleen suggested.

"Sure why not," I agreed.

The conference wrapped up at noon that day but Suzie wasn't leaving until Thursday evening. I told Cathleen that I would meet them at the pool bar later. Cathleen and Suzie had lunch together and then met me at the bar. I looked her over and I liked what I saw. Suzie was in her late twenties, cute and solidly built. Cathleen had learned that Suzie dated so we guessed that she was bi-sexual. When I met Suzie I was impressed with her physical presence. Suzie was not fat but she was solid and although she didn't have Cathleen's curves she was somewhat appealing. 

Our conversation at the bar started out with small talk but it was clear that Suzie was flirting with both of us. Cathleen eventually steered the conversation toward sex and we learned that Suzie was not as experienced as one may have thought from looking at her. She had had plenty of dates and one longer term relationship but her sexual experience seemed to be only vaginal sex in the missionary position. Suzie was surprised to hear that Cathleen and I were so sexually active and it seemed to turn her on. Cathleen convinced her to join us in our room and she told Suzie that she could always leave if she was uncomfortable. Suzie nervously accepted and agreed to meet us in our room. 

Once in our room I poured wine for each of us and Cathleen took Suzie by the hand and said, "Let's you and I get better acquainted."

Cathleen led Suzie to the center of the room where she embraced her and kissed her and Suzie kissed her back. Cathleen began to undress Suzie. She unbuttoned Suzie's suit jacket and removed it, then she unbuttoned Suzie's blouse and removed it as well. Cathleen was pleased to see that Suzie did not wear a bra and she gently massaged the girl's tits. Cathleen rolled Suzie's nipples in between her fingers and then dipped her head down to take them one at a time in her mouth and roll them in her teeth and Suzie sighed with pleasure. One would never know that this was Cathleen's first time with another woman.

Cathleen's mouth left Suzie's tits and then kissed her once again plunging her tongue deep into Suzie's throat taking her breath away. As she kissed Suzie, Cathleen continued to caress Suzie's tits with her hands. Cathleen trailed her kisses down Suzie's face and throat back to her breasts. She lingered at Suzie's breasts momentarily and then descended across her abs to her waist. Cathleen unhooked Suzie's skirt and slowly lowered it to the floor. She lifted Suzie's legs one at a time clear of her skirt and then ran her hands up her legs to the waistband of Suzie's thong panty.

She caressed Suzie's shapely buttocks before she pulled her thong down her legs. Cathleen teasingly slowly lowered Suzie's thong down her legs and then removed it as she had her skirt. Suzie was trembling with desire but Cathleen made Suzie wait as she took her time with her. Suzie looked at me with uncertainty as she was unsure of her situation and when I may enter the seduction. Cathleen then rolled Suzie's thigh nylons down and off her legs. Suzie was dripping with desire and her pussy was oozing her excitement. Cathleen took one swipe of Suzie's pussy with her tongue and then stood up.

"Now you may undress me," Cathleen said as if giving Suzie permission.

With her hands shaking due to her uncontrollable lust, Suzie began to undress her. Cathleen was wearing a black dress and it fell to the floor as Suzie unhooked and unzipped it. Cathleen stood there in her bra, panty and nylons and she was a specimen of lust. Suzie unfastened Cathleen's bra, took Cathleen's small tits in her hands and massaged them emitting a pleasurable moan from Cathleen. Suzie salivated over Cathleen's cute tits with their engorged nipples. She sucked on Cathleen's nipples as she molded the pert firm mounds in her hands. Suzie fell in love with Cathleen's small firm tits.

Cathleen reminded Suzie that there was more and Suzie next removed the nylons. They were thigh highs with elastic tops just as Suzie had worn. Suzie remained on her knees after removing Cathleen's nylons and stared directly at her panty covered pussy. Suzie then grabbed the panty at the waistband and slowly unveiled Cathleen's treasure. Suzie grasped Cathleen's firm fleshy ass and pulled Cathleen toward her face. Suzie then buried her face in Cathleen's bush and licked frantically at her pussy. Cathleen moaned with pleasure but then she reached down and pulled Suzie to her feet.

"Let's pleasure each other," Cathleen said as she led Suzie to the large bed. 

Both beautiful women lay down on their sides in a 69 position and began to eat each other's delicious pussy. They tongued each other and sought out each other's clit. Suzie was pleased that Cathleen had a large clit and it was like sucking a tiny dick. Cathleen went wild when Suzie sucked and nibbled on her clit and she strove to return the favor to Suzie. The two women brought themselves off rather quickly but continued to eat each other as the juices flowed into their mouths. Suzie and Cathleen felt the presence of my body on the bed as I got behind Cathleen. 




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"Don't worry, she loves it in the ass," I told Suzie.

I eased my lubricated cock into Cathleen's asshole and I knew that Suzie could witness the anal penetration. Suzie and Cathleen continued to eat each other's pussy with a fury as my dick fucked Cathleen's ass and I raced toward my orgasm. I fired a huge amount of cum in Cathleen's asshole just as she orgasmed and bathed Suzie's face with female love juice. Suzie was not far behind and then she squirted her nectar all over Cathleen's face.

That evening I got to fuck Suzie's pussy but she didn't want me to cum in her so Cathleen pulled my cock from her just as I was ready to cum and popped my dick in her mouth. Cathleen drank down all my seed as she had done so many times, then she caught Suzie off guard by kissing her on the mouth and allowing Suzie to taste my sperm on her lips. Later I fucked Cathleen doggy style as she ate Suzie's pussy and then Suzie ate Cathleen as I fucked Suzie doggy style. I didn't cum again but I was able to stay hard and satisfy the girls. Suzie stayed in our room that evening and it was odd sleeping in the king size bed with two naked women. 

THURSDAY

The next morning I was awake when Suzie rolled over on her back and subconsciously spread her legs. One of her hands found its way to her pussy and she rubbed herself slowly. I moved over to her and it seemed as if she was still sleeping as she masturbated. I had a raging morning piss hard-on so I moved between her legs and lined up my cock with her pussy. I eased my cock into Suzie's wet pussy causing her to groan softly. Suzie then opened her eyes and saw that I had moved into position to fuck her. She smiled at me and reached up with her arms to embrace me as her legs wrapped around my torso to pull me in closer. I sank my cock all the way in her pussy and fucked her slowly. Suzie had an immediate orgasm and she covered her mouth in my shoulder to muffle her cries.

I continued to fuck Suzie and I brought her off several more times. The last orgasm was extremely intense and Suzie screamed as her body thrashed all over the bed. That was enough to finally wake up Cathleen who rolled over on her side and watched as Suzie went through her volcanic climax.

"I hope that you have something left for me this morning," Cathleen said with a sultry smile.

"You bet I do. I was just waiting for you to wake up," I said as I slipped my cock out of Suzie and crawled between Cathleen's legs.

Cathleen lay on her back and opened her arms and legs to receive my body. My cock slid right in her dripping wet snatch and hit bottom in one movement. Cathleen gasped as her pussy was filled with my cock once again. I fucked her hard and fast as she raced to her first orgasm. As with Suzie I didn't stop fucking Cathleen until she had cum so much that she begged me to stop. I pulled out of her and she collapsed next to Suzie on the bed. I went into the bathroom to finally take my morning piss.

After relieving myself I stroked my cock keeping it hard as I returned to the bedroom. Suzie was lying on her stomach with her cute butt perched in the air. Cathleen lay next to her with her head toward Suzie's buttocks and she was stroking Suzie's shapely ass. Cathleen was also toying with Suzie's nether hole but she did not penetrate it. Cathleen ran her finger over Suzie's anus and added saliva this time. Cathleen pushed her little finger into Suzie's bung hole causing her to wiggle her shapely ass in response. She caressed Suzie's curvy ass cheeks while she tenderly probed Suzie's tight aperture.

I moved over to the bed and knelt between Suzie's legs. I lifted her by the hips so that her pussy was on a level with my cock. Suzie moaned as I slipped my hard cock in her pussy again that morning and it slid in easily. I started fucking her slowly this time with the intention of getting off. Cathleen watched for a few minutes and then she decided to get underneath Suzie. Cathleen positioned herself under Suzie in a 69 position to watch my cock slide in and out of the wet pussy. Suzie tensed when I touched her asshole with a finger so I just tickled her anus instead of shoving it in.

"Walt I can't take your cock in my ass, please don't try," Suzie pleaded.

"Don't worry, I won't. I'll just play with your hot ass while I fuck you," I assured her.

I continued to fuck Suzie's pussy from behind as Cathleen fondled my balls and licked at Suzie's clit. My first orgasm of the day was building rapidly and I knew it would be a big one. It was then that I decided to give Suzie an anal cream pie. My balls ached with the need to be emptied and just then I felt them release my seed. I pulled out of Suzie's pussy and aimed my cock right at her tiny asshole. Ropes of cum flew out of my cock and hit Suzie's virgin asshole. The semen bounced off her asshole and flooded the crack of her ass before running down between the cheeks of her ass over her pussy lips and into Cathleen's waiting mouth.

"Oh man look at it all!" Cathleen cried out between swallows.

Cathleen then reached up and stroked my cock causing more spunk to shoot out and land on Suzie's ass. Suzie's knelt there as the warm semen coated her ass and trickled over her pussy and down her inner thighs. Cathleen's hands flew over Suzie's shapely ass and she massaged the semen into Suzie's body. Cathleen continued to drink in all the spunk that flowed over Suzie's pussy lips as she sucked on Suzie's pussy and clit. Suzie collapsed flat on top of Cathleen who continued to massage Suzie's shapely ass. Cathleen then reached up and pulled my softening cock into her mouth and sucked me dry. She sucked me until my thighs vibrated and chills ran through my body and I finally pulled my cock away from her sucking mouth. I lay down next to the two girls who remained in the 69 position. Cathleen lovingly stroked Suzie's curvy ass as Suzie played with Cathleen's clit.

"That was some wake-up call!" exclaimed Suzie.

"I'll say," Cathleen agreed.

Suzie showered, dressed and left our room. Before she left she gave Cathleen her contact information and thanked us for a marvelous time. Cathleen and I then showered, dressed and went to the coffee shop for breakfast. After breakfast we got to-go cups for our coffee and sat out on the patio.

"That was really something. I cannot believe that was your first time with another woman," I told Cathleen.

"I got into it. I just did to her what I like having done to me. It was really pretty easy."

"It was my first time with two women too. I had been in threesomes before but with a woman and another guy."

"It was fun and since we were away from home I was more relaxed. I'm not sure I would want it getting around at home that I did girls too," Cathleen added with a giggle.

"There is a chance of rain today. What would you like to do?" I asked.

"Let's go into town and look at the shops. We can have lunch there and then come back later and get naked," she suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed.

We went back to the room briefly and then headed into town. Cathleen loved looking in the quaint shops and about 1:00 PM we had lunch. We decided to make that our main meal that day and grab a snack in the room later. It rained all day but only with occasional downpours that we were able to avoid. We got back to the room about 6:00 PM and immediately had sex together. Cathleen then got the bright idea of hitting the hotel Jacuzzi. 

It was still raining but it was a slow steady pitter patter and it was warm. Obviously we were the only ones at the outdoor Jacuzzi and there was no one in sight. It was actually kind of cool being in the Jacuzzi with the light rain falling. Cathleen was wearing her bikini and I had on my swimsuit. She was sitting close to me when we decided to have some fun. I dropped my hand to her bikini bottom and slipped it underneath through one of the leg openings. My finger slipped in her pussy and Cathleen gasped aloud when she felt the penetration. I reached down with my other hand and pulled my swimsuit to the side freeing my cock and balls. Then I guided Cathleen into my lap and onto my cock.

I began to fuck her slowly and she cooed as my cock slid in and out of her hot pussy. She still had on the bikini and I still had on my bathing suit. If anyone was to come by and see us in the hot tub they would think we were just making out. It was night time and the rain and Jacuzzi jets masked our coupling so no one would know that we were fucking. The only time we had to stop was when the timer on the Jacuzzi expired every 30 minutes. I would pull my bathing suit over my cock and balls, get out of the Jacuzzi, reset the timer and then get back in where we resumed fucking.

Cathleen was close to her first orgasm when she whispered, "Oh this is so hot!"

I just smiled and kept fucking her until she came, "Oh here it is," she said as her body tensed and she orgasmed. I just held her on kept moving my cock in and out as she climaxed. It was the first time that we had ever had sex in an outdoor Jacuzzi and it was kind of a turn on.

"I wonder how many people have cum in this hot tub," Cathleen giggled and then asked, "Are you close?"

"Very," I replied.

I kept moving in Cathleen's pussy and I felt my balls tighten. "If I had another mouth it would be wrapped around your balls right now," Cathleen whispered between kisses.

Then I felt my surge and I spewed cum deep into Cathleen's womb. As I filled her pussy with my seed I felt her body tense again and I knew that she had cum again too. She held me tight and drove her face into my shoulder. My hands found her firm tits again and held them as she rocked in my lap. Cathleen buried her face between my neck and shoulder as she shuddered with her second orgasm.

We separated in the Jacuzzi just as the timer expired. Then we went into the swimming pool and cooled off before returning to our room. We took a hot shower together and then crawled in bed naked. As we did every night we cuddled in the spoon position and fell asleep. Cathleen would be leaving the next day and I knew we would have hot sex in the morning before she departed.

FRIDAY - CATHLEEN DEPARTS

After what had become our morning ritual of Cathleen riding my piss hard-on, I relived myself and then I was ready to take her ass one more time before she left for home. I came out of the bathroom and she was waiting for me in bed. She reached for my cock as I crawled back in bed with her. Holding my rod with her hand she sank her open mouth down onto my cock. Her lips closed around it and I felt her hot, wet tongue go to work. She sucked me hard and her cheeks hollowed as she worked her head back and forth. I gasped and put my fingers into her hair to guide her head back and forth. Cathleen knew what she was doing as her pace slowly quickened and her right hand worked my shaft. Her left hand cradled my balls and softly stroked them. She then ran her finger along my perineum and scratched me gently. Cathleen took my cock from her mouth and blew on the head of it. I felt her breath cool the saliva on my cock and I clenched my butt in pleasure. My large cock bulged in her firm grip and felt even larger than normal. Cathleen worked her hand back and forth letting it glide smoothly around my cock then she looked up at me and smiled. She knew the effect she was having on me and she seemed to enjoy every moment of my torment. 

I moaned again as her tongue snaked forward and tickled the tip of my cock. Her tongue found the pee hole and she licked the pre-cum as it oozed out of my slit. She worked her tongue in circles around the tip of my cock and took my length deeply into her mouth again. I watched as almost the full length of my cock vanished into her mouth. Cathleen then swirled her tongue around the shaft of my cock that was buried in her mouth. I closed my eyes and groaned in pleasure as her head worked back and forth more quickly clasping my shaft with both hands as her head vigorously bobbed up and down. 

Her pace was relentless and I held her head gently as I felt my orgasm building in my testicles. This was definitely the best blow job I'd ever had in my life, bar none. Cathleen allowed my cock to plop out of her mouth again and a thin trail of saliva stretched from my cock to her lips. She smiled again and caught the saliva in her hand as her eyes fixed on my cock. Her hand wrapped tightly around it again and she proceeded to jerk me off me at a steady pace occasionally licking the head of my cock and nibbling it with her teeth. I threw my head back. Closed my eyes and groaned out loud. Cathleen jerked me off as fast as she could as her hand almost became a blur as it moved up and down my shaft. There was a distinct look of lust in her eyes as she stared at my cock

"Are you going to cum for me? Or do you want to cum in my ass?" she asked in a raspy voice.

"I want your ass again," I managed to get out.

She got on all fours and pushed her butt back toward me, and then she moved forward. She did this for awhile and it seemed as if she were accepting and rejecting my cock at the same time. Finally my cock was buried to the hilt in her ass and we began moving together. I felt my balls slap against her pussy each time I thrust into her hot ass. Cathleen's lust took over and she rolled her ass in tiny circles as she was consumed with the anal fuck. I looked down at her firm buttocks and I marveled at the way my thick shaft stretched her nether hole

Cathleen reached between her legs and put her fingers into her puffy cunt. Her juice was oozing from it and she rubbed her stiff and aroused clit. I picked up the pace and began to fuck Cathleen's ass with steady full thrusts. She gasped at the almost unbearable sensation surging through her rectum. I was trying to hold off my pending ejaculation as Cathleen's movements intensified. We were both perspiring and I held to Cathleen's shapely buttocks as I slowed my pace slightly in an effort to slow my ejaculation. Cathleen groaned loudly as her head dipped down to look between her legs and she pushed back in an effort to get more of my cock in her.

"Oh Walt, fuck me. Fuck me in my ass, it's so good, so naughty, so wicked, I love it," Cathleen cried out.

Cathleen was going wild with my cock in her ass and I had never seen anyone take to anal intercourse with such abandon as she did. Cathleen balanced herself on both hands as she thrust backward impaling her ass on my thick cock. I knew that I could not hold out much longer. I reached around with one hand and found Cathleen's pussy and engorged clit. With the other hand I squeezed the rock hard nipples sticking out from her chest. Her clit throbbed as it clamored for attention and her pussy clenched my fingers as it released her warm love juice. The points of her nipples were excited beyond desire and my cock was clamped in her well stuffed bottom.

She was on the verge of her an intense orgasm ever and she struggled frantically seeking her climax. A few more seconds of rubbing her stiff clit sent Cathleen into a mind blowing orgasm. Her body stiffened and then spasmed out of control as she moaned loudly and struggled to breathe. The intensity of her climax was too much for me and I grunted as I shot my spunk into her forbidden tunnel. Cathleen moaned sexily as she felt my hot thick semen rush into her rectum and splash off her bowels. Her face was pure ecstasy as she turned to look at me as my cock continued to spurt its sticky fluid up into her. 

"Give it to me, cum in my ass, oh I can feel it. it's so good," Cathleen cooed as she was overcome with passion

Cathleen fell forward on the bed as I continued to marvel at the beautiful ass that I had fucked for the fifth day in a row. As she lay before me she clenched and unclenched her ass muscles causing cum to ooze out of her asshole. It looked like a small spring as the semen intermittently bubbled up and trickled out of her ass between her ass cheeks and over her puffy pussy lips. I stayed hard and stroked my cock as the last tiny drops landed on her ass. I then realized that I was going to stay hard and I decided to try and fuck her ass again.

I told Cathleen that I wanted to fuck her ass again and in an almost business like fashion she pushed her self back up on her knees. She turned her head to the side and smiled at me waiting for the second penetration. I pushed my still erect slippery cock into Cathleen's now gooey asshole. As I pushed inside her my spunk from the previous ejaculation was squelched almost obscenely with my cock. My previous deposit squeezed out around my shaft and oozed from Cathleen's asshole running down between her buttocks and plopping on the bed sheets.

Cathleen was an extremely hot woman and her fucking technique was incredible. I stayed crouched behind her and placed my hands back on her hips as I fed my long thick cock deep into Cathleen's accommodating back passage for a second time that morning. Cathleen pushed her hips back at me and her bodies slapped loudly together.

"Yes, yes, oh I love it. Fuck my ass with your hot cock," Cathleen yelled to me and then she cried out, "Make me cum again, fuck my ass with that big cock." 

As before Cathleen lowered her head to the bed and turned it to the side as she grasped the bed sheets. I could feel her taut muscles massaging my shaft in her ass as I held on to her slim waist and I caressed her curvy firm ass cheeks. Her sphincter grabbed the base of my cock as she worked her athletic body. Cathleen was an incredible sex partner who was a fantastic ass fuck. I knew that I was getting close to losing it again as Cathleen manipulated my pecker with her undulations and muscles and that I would soon be adding more semen to join my previous load in her ass.

Cathleen had her hand back on her clit and rubbed herself frantically as she panted wildly. I felt my seed travel along my scrotum and then spurt into the recesses of her ass. Cathleen felt the second ejaculation shoot into her bottom and she wallowed in the feeling of the warm liquid once again soothing her ravaged ass. Cathleen squeezed her ass muscles extracting every drop of cum from my cock until I went soft and slipped from her hot gooey ass with an audible pop. Cathleen collapsed face down on the bed and savored the moment. I flopped next to her and held her to me as we cuddled and rested.

Checking the time Cathleen realized that she needed to get going. I called room service and ordered a continental breakfast while she was in the shower. We ate together and then she packed, dressed and we left the room. I carried her bag down to the lobby and she caught the shuttle to the airport. I waited for the shuttle to leave and then I went to the coffee bar and got a café latte. I brought the latte back to the room and sat on the balcony reading the morning paper. My mind kept drifting back to the incredible week of sex that I had with Cathleen. It was a dream come true to have her ass every day for five consecutive days. It was an ass that I would never tire of, how could I?

For the rest of the day I hung out by the pool where I also had lunch. I also got to finish my book. It was a hot day and there were a lot of people at the pool. There were some hot looking chicks in bikinis but none of them could stir my juices as I was totally drained. That evening I dined in the main restaurant and I had an enjoyable dinner and excellent wine. The waiter asked if I had any plans for the evening and I told him no since I was leaving in the morning. He gave me the name of a few clubs that were hot spots in case I changed my mind.

After dinner I returned to the room. Normally I would have checked out the clubs but I was exhausted and sexually sated. The one thing about Cathleen was that she was the best sex partner ever and I felt the best another woman could do was equal her. There might have been prettier women than Cathleen but I doubted many could match her in bed. I slept soundly that night and the next morning when I woke up with an erection I missed Cathleen's presence in bed.




Business and Pleasure



SATURDAY - ARRIVING HOME

In the morning I ate breakfast in the coffee shop, packed, checked out and took the shuttle to the airport. All morning I felt the void of Cathleen's absence and I knew that sometime in the future we would have to spend a week together again. On the flight home I was totally relaxed and enjoyed the airline snack and cocktails. I arrived at my home airport at 6:00 PM and I called Marty. She was not at home so I decided to pick up Chinese for dinner on the way. I knew what she liked and she could always heat it up later.

Marty got home about 8:00 PM after being out that day with her girlfriends. She was thankful for the Chinese and we ate in front of the TV. Later she was anxious to have sex so we went to bed. She noticed my tan body and commented.

"It looks like you had a tough week," she said almost sarcastically. 

"You know how these conferences go. We work in the morning and have the afternoons free and then get together again at dinner time. I used the time to hang by the pool and read the book that I was anxious to finish," I explained.

"You must have had good weather."

"Yes it was perfect, just one rainy day," I told her.

"Miss me," she said sexily as she lay back in bed and displayed her lovely body.

"You know I did," I replied stroking my stiffening cock.

I was glad that I had more than 24 hours to recuperate. Marty was a good partner and she preferred missionary style intercourse. She would suck my cock but only to get it hard and forbade me to cum in her mouth. She occasionally agreed to doggy style but anal was out of the question. I moved between her legs and eased my cock into her pussy. She moaned softly and cooed. She came quickly but I kept on fucking her through a few more orgasms. We next cuddled in the spoon position and I fucked her until I came. Then we fell asleep until morning. I dreamt that I was still with Cathleen but fortunately I didn't subconsciously try to put my cock in Marty's ass.

Marty and I would make love in the morning, go out to breakfast and spend the day relaxing in the condo. On Monday it would be back to the office and the start of another business week with Cathleen. She was the best Administrative Assistant any guy could hope for.



Business and Pleasure



I met Sue shortly after she graduated college. She's a gorgeous woman, now 35 years old, about 5'-4". She likes to keep herself in shape, Sue's fit but curvy in all the right places. She has natural D cup breasts and a plump but firm ass that I just can't get enough of. Sue's most attractive feature, however, is her beautiful smile - it's a natural counterpart to her incredible personality. She has lovely hazel eyes, long brunette hair, and classically feminine facial features. She's also a woman that's not afraid to toss around some occasional wit when challenged. I love her feisty nature, and it's one of the reasons I fell in love with her so quickly. It only took six months of dating before I asked her to be my wife, and nearly 12 years later we are still going strong. 

My names Jim, I'm 40 years old and 5'-10", not unattractive. I'm of average build but regrettably I have gained some unwanted weight over the last few years. Sue and I have had a great sex life for the most part. We aren't the most adventurous couple but we do make love consistently, at least a couple times a week. Although I'm of average endowment i can pretty consistently bring her to a satisfying orgasm. She loves to ride me cowgirl with her big beautiful breasts swaying in my face, tickling her nipples with my tongue never fails to get her juices flowing. Apart from our positive sex life we live a pretty comfortable lifestyle. I work in sales for a national supplier of high end office equipment - printers, scanners, specialty computers - things like that. 

I was sitting in my office preparing for an upcoming conference when in walked Lindsey, my secretary. She's only 28 years old but is notably mature for her age. She doesn't seem to be caught up in the social media obsession, no selfies or any of that other superfluous bullshit. It's not like she couldn't be though, I'm pretty sure she'd be a huge hit on something like Instagram. She's a very attractive blonde (although a bit too petite for my particular tastes), very cute and with tons of energy. More importantly she's a great worker who takes care of any business that I delegate to her. She's also a sweetheart, my wife and I have become very fond of her over the years. Lately she's actually started to feel more like family, than a colleague. 

She spoke quickly "Jim, about dinner tonight, Ben won't be able to make it so it'll be just me - he's stuck at the office. I just wanted to let you know so Sue didn't waste any food." 

I looked up, noticing that her blonde hair was somewhat of a mess. Ben was her long time boyfriend, totally out of his league in the physical department - at least in my opinion. He was somewhat short and scrawny, without a very masculine appearance. That being said, he seemed like a brilliant guy, very kind, and he was definitely madly in love with Lindsey. To me it seemed like the kind of relationship that began when they were both focused on school, and both in an ugly duckling phase. With some time in the rear view Lindsey has stayed focused on her career while simultaneously growing into a gorgeous woman, and Ben kind of didn't have the same luck. I think Ben realizes he'd never find a catch like her again, and for his sake - he appreciates her as such. Who knows though, maybe I'm overstepping with my presumptions, maybe he's hung like a horse. I smiled to myself as I nodded to her in reply "Thanks Linds, I"ll let her know." 

We did like to have her over for dinner on occasion. It was our way of showing appreciation for all the work that she does for me, and by proxy, us. Most wives would dread there husbands having a secretary like Lindsey, but Sue had never really uttered a word. Besides, I was raised to be a faithful man, and I had never even so much as thought of wavering from my code. Additionally, Lindsey never really flirted with me or showed much interest in doing so. Though that couldn't be said for all the men at the office, she was gaga over my boss. 

Trenton Jacobs, or Trent, is in his mid fourties. He's a well framed man who was a collegiate athlete of some sort in his day. Women apparently consider him to be handsome, my wife included. He's tall, black, muscular, and friendly. He runs the business in nearly all areas and has done so for the last twenty years, it's his own creation. Part of me felt that Lindsey respected how Trent had come from relatively nothing to create his own multi-million dollar company, nurturing and expanding it successfully over the years. Another part of me felt that maybe she just had a thing for older men, or for black men.

Later that night Sue had just finished tucking our daughter, Becca, into bed. The three of us sat down for what looked to be a lovely meal. There was a succulent roast on the table and the wine and conversation flowed in abundance - as it always does. The three of us were dressed more or less casually but both girls looked noticeably lovely - as they always did. As the evening progressed I couldn't help but feel like Linds had something weighing on her, something on her mind. She was as talkative as ever but something about her look, her eyes, hinted that she wanted to discuss something personal. I felt like I had a knack for that sort of thing, knowing when someone had something they needed to get off their chest. Almost on queue of my internal realization, she revealed the secret. What she told us nearly caused me to choke on my wine. 

She simply blurted out, awkwardly, loudly - interrupting Sue mid sentence "I slept with Trent!" 

The following silence was deafening. 

Sue and I looked on, stunned for a long moment, but my wife finally spoke "...Um, excuse me?"

Lindsey's face was red. "I slept with Trent! Can you believe it!?" she sounded naive in her excitement, but continued "Ben and I had him over for dinner, we uh, we had too much to drink, Ben passed out - Trent took me upstairs to our bedroom and we..." she paused, looking down in embarrassment "...We slept together!" Sue and I now looked at each other, shocked. 

Lindsey was never shy in talking about how hot she thought Trent was, never shy about flirting with him. Hell, she often discussed it with Sue, openly joked about it with Ben - but to think that she actually cheated on him, it was both disappointing and stunning. 

Before I could speak up she continued, looking at me "He told me he was going to tell you, Jim - he doesn't want any secrets within the 'chain of command'." 

I was still trying to find my bearings, and shook my head "I don't really think it's any of my business, to be honest..." I paused, searching for the right words to say "I gotta say, Linds - I'm kind of disappointed. I thought this was all just a running gag, all the flirting." I spoke somewhat sternly, the wine erasing any of my would be tact. I thought about the potential impact this would have on the working environment, and I resigned myself to hope for the best.

After overcoming the initial shock, I had to admit it wasn't exactly a total surprise. Trent was known as somewhat of a ladies man, always having a different girl on his arm at any of the company gatherings. Trent also wasn't averse to playfully flirting the wives at the company, especially Sue. At nearly every company gathering he would lay it on thick, complimenting my wife and at times touching her inappropriately. At one Christmas party the three of us were alone at the bar near the end of the night, drunk. He openly, although jokingly, propositioned Sue to sleep with him. He wanted to make sure I was 'getting the job done'. Apparently he was willing to 'step in' if i wasn't. He slapped me on the back and pulled me in for an hug saying 'That's my man.' once she confirmed that I was taking care of business in bed. It was something Sue joked about ever since.

I continued "Did you tell Ben? I'm kind of surprised you'd do that to him after all these years..." 

Lindsey went wide-eyed, and stammered to right the ship "No no, no! It's not like that! Ben knew about it!... Ben encouraged me to do it." 

I reacted with burst of laughter, unable to comprehend what she was saying. "What!?"

It was my wife's turn to pile on, jumping in after me "You're telling me that Ben wanted you to fuck Trent?" my wife had a penchant for speaking directly. She propped up in her chair, her cheeks flush, noticeably excited by this entire situation. I did have to admit, this changed the entire mood of the evening. 

Lindsey blushed, showing her first signs of regret "Jesus, I really shouldn't have said anything. I just couldn't handle it, it was eating at me. I had to tell someone, and you guys have become like, like... family over the years." Lindsey could at times be very emotional, especially after a few drinks, and at this particular moment it looked like she might cry. I suddenly felt horrible for laughing. 

Sue reached out and put an arm around her "Honey, please - you can tell us anything. This is all very surprising is all, we are just trying to understand." 

Lindsey managed to gain her composure and continue "I haven't exactly been shy about my attraction to Trent, over the last few years it just kind of popped up in our role play, our sex life. I admitted to Ben that I would masturbate while I thought about Trent, about him fucking me. Without getting too personal I'll just say that it started to turn into something that excited both of us, the thought of me fucking Trent." she smiled. "I had been dropping hints to Trent for awhile, even letting him know that Ben would be okay with it, eventually - he responded." 

I noticed Sue take off her sweater, it did suddenly feel hot in the room. Sue cleared her throat, and asked "So... how was it?" she looked at me smiling devilishly as the question rolled off her tongue. I responded only by shaking my head in resigned amusement. 

Lindsey began to laugh, almost maniacally, she finally stopped - looking at Sue this time "You have no idea... Like, no idea. It was mind, blowing! I'm not sure if it was, you know - the build up of wanting to do it for so long, or his huge..." she caught herself, probably realizing that this situation was inappropriate enough without describing his cock "...it was the best sex of my life, by miles!" 

I shook my head, stood up and headed towards the stiffer drinks from our liquor cabinet. My mind was racing as I poured myself a strong one. I was gone for a minute or two and when I returned I saw Lindsey with her hands far apart, motioning about what had to be the size of Trent's manhood. My wife looked on wide eyed, and absurdly - I felt my dick stir in my slacks. I decided I better interrupt to curb this discussion, awkwardly interjecting "This is all very bizarre Lindsey, are you sure Ben is okay with this?" 

She turned her attention back towards me "Oh yea, without a doubt. Our sex life has been incredible since it happened! He goes absolutely crazy when I tell him the things that Trent does to me." she caught herself again. "Ben knows he isn't as... equipped, as Trent - not many men are. He loves me and he wants me to explore my fantasies. The fact that he's so comfortable with me doing this." she paused, getting seemingly choked up again "I adore the man, I will always be his at the end of the day." 

I threw back the scotch I had poured moments earlier, Sue looked at me, and then back at Lindsey, "Well, this is all very... exciting. It's also unlike anything I've ever heard. I.. I'm stunned - but if you guys are happy I'm happy for you?" The last sentence sounded more like a question escaping my wife's lips - but I think deep down she meant it. 

Lindsey began to stand "Well, I better get going. He may be stopping by again tonight." she shook giddily "God, this is so hot! I love you guys for listening and being supportive. I had to tell someone... and no one else would understand." She stopped for a moment, and gained a semi serious tone of voice "I'm sure you guys realize this is super hush-hush, right? I don't want a soul to know." 

Sue hugged her "Your kinky secret is safe with us." she began giggling.

I walked over and hugged her also "Goodnight Linds, drive safe..." I kind of trailed off as I said goodbye. It was then that I realized I looked at her almost as a daughter - which to be perfectly honest, I had no right in doing. She was less than 10 years younger than my wife. Lindsey nodded, smiling. "Don't worry Jim." We both walked her out, and then closed the door. 

As soon as we were back inside Sue attacked me, kissing me passionately as she grabbed for my belt. "I need you to fuck me." was her sole remark. 

I wasn't an idiot, I knew the circumstance had her excited, part of me was bothered by that - but I had to admit that it was all very naughty, and I was rock hard and ready to go in seconds. Before long we were upstairs in our bed, naked. I was thrusting in and out of my wife as she moaned and clawed into my back. "Fuck me baby! Harder!" I obliged, picking up the pace - the sounds of sex permeated the room. I relented slightly, not wanting to wake our daughter who was down the hall sleeping. 

As I was pumping in and out of Sue, I looked down and noticed her gorgeous tits swaying atop her frame, her bitten lip and her eyes closed while i fucked her. I don't know why I said it, but I did. "Lindsey's story got you horny, didn't it?" 

As i said before, my wife doesn't mince words - through grit teeth, she replied "Oh! Fuck yeah it did...Mmm." 

"You naughty girl." I leaned down and suckled at her tits for a moment, and continued "What turned you on about it?" 

My wife continued to moan "Mmm. I guess I never thought Lindsey could be such a slut. Oh! I can't believe her, Mmm, I can't believe her boyfriend let's her get fucked by Trent and his big cock!" 

I couldn't help myself, her comment kicked my sex drive up a gear, my dick stiffened even more, and I continued to prod her "I saw her describing it to you when I walked back in the room... What did she say?" 

My wife wrapped her legs around my back, still moaning, rubbing her hands across my shoulders as I fucked her "Mmm, she said he was huge, like - maybe 12 inches long, and super thick. Ohh... yeah, like that baby. She said that she lost count of how many times she came... Mmm, fuck! Apparently Ben woke up and walked in on them, and she said it was the hottest moment of her life. I guess he started jerking off right there while he watched Trent fuck her!" She took a breath, and continued "To be honest babe, Lindsey isn't the only girl who has masturbated to the thought of Trent fucking her!"

Sue came, hard, I felt the walls of her sex clench down on my shaft as she screamed louder than I had heard her in years. I couldn't help myself, the erotic nature of the evening and her intensely naughty admission sent me over the edge. I came deep inside of her. She kissed me, passionately - no more words were said, and we both soon fell asleep. 

A couple weeks went by and nothing else was said of the situation, from neither Lindsey nor Sue. I somehow had managed to push the entire night to the back of my head, in some illicit memory bank rarely to be accessed. Luckily, everything at work seemed to be operating smoothly as well, no changes. I had seen Trent a few times through the halls, and had a couple group meetings with him, but nothing had been mentioned until he called me into his office late one afternoon. 

"Jim, my man." he said, as he often did in greeting. I quickly grabbed a chair and sat down. He continued "Look, everything is set up for the conference. I have two rooms booked, suites actually, and I've reserved them for an additional few days after the conference ends - so if you wanted to make a leisure weekend out of it, be my guest. I'll have Jen send you the details." Jen was Trents long-time secretary, an older lady that he pulled off the street years previous - she wasn't very pleasant.

"Look, I would normally have Jen attend the conference with me but I think Lindsey makes more sense - she's much more involved with this presentation, she knows the ins and outs of this particular line, and she's ready to manage the booth when you're taking your breaks." It wasn't completely out of the norm for Lindsey to attend out of state meetings or conferences with me, Trent had also been known to attend plenty of them with us, but after the recent discovery I think my face hinted at some reservation. He noticed. "Look, Jim. I know what you're thinking. Yes, I'm seeing Lindsey on a casual basis outside of the office, but I assure you it's not serious." 

I stopped him right there, amused that he said it wasn't serious although she was in a committed relationship with someone else "Woah, Trent. It's none of my business, really. It has no impact on my job therefore I don't need to know." 

He smiled "God damn it Jim, I appreciate your professionalism - always have." He stood.

"Lindsey will be staying in my suite, both rooms are adjoined so we can prep the materials and coordinate the day prior to set-up, standard stuff. Sound good?" 

I nodded, although Lindsey usually had her own room on out of state trips, I didn't find these new accommodations to be that surprising all things considered. We shook hands, and I departed. The only lingering concern was that Sue would be flying out with me. She didn't normally accompany me when I flew out for day meetings, but she loved to tag along to week-long conferences - the hotels hosting them were always high caliber, and she loved the spas. I just wasn't sure how she'd take to Lindsey and Trent staying one room over. 

Luckily, after getting home and explaining the situation I realized that it didn't bother Sue much at all. If anything she seemed amused by the potential drama that would ensue, or stories it might yield. The next Tuesday we dropped our daughter off at thes and headed out.

The flight and the taxi ride over were thankfully uneventful, but I got a sense of what we'd be dealing with as soon as we arrived at the hotel. We were intended to meet with Trent and Lindsey in the lobby, and after waiting around for nearly and hour without seeing them we decided to head up to the suite. Upon entering the room our first impression was not what we thought it would be. Instead of noticing how spacious it was - and how lovely all the finishes and furniture were, or even how nice our view was - the first thing we noticed were the moans coming from next door. Sue's face immediately flushed red, we froze, listening. Clear as day we could here Lindsey in the throes of passion, audibly enticing Trent to fuck her. "Fuck me with that big dick baby! Fuck me!" Her comments were muffled through the wall, but she screamed loud enough to hear them. 

I didn't know how to react, but I did know that if she didn't keep it down she was likely to disturb all occupants adjacent and on the floor below them. Sue and I dropped our luggage in a panic and headed down with a great excuse to grab some dinner. We were both smiling knowingly at each other the entire elevator ride down to the lobby. Her face was flushed at the dinner table, noticeably excited yet again from Trent and Lindseys antics. We ordered some wine and started the meal with a superb bruschetta, which we both devoured. About fifteen minutes into dinner I saw Sue look up smiling, and felt two large hands clamp down on my shoulders. "There they are!" Trent's voice was distinct. "Mind if we join you?" 

I responded immediately "Of course, pull up a chair!" smiling wide, for a multitude of reasons. 

Lindsey was blushing as she sat down, and we all exchanged greetings. Trent gave Sue a kiss hello on the cheek, as he always did. Before long we were all drinking and enjoying a lovely five star meal. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't an excellent dinner and a great time. A couple hours went by and the four of us were satiated, relaxed, and without complaint. Trent insisted we all enjoy an after dinner cocktail at the bar, toasting to 'The two luckiest guys in the room' which earned patented 'aww's from both Sue and Lindsey. Trent and I briefly discussed strategy for tomorrows meetings and the two girls escaped to the restroom to freshen up. Upon returning Lindsey stole Trent away, I assumed back to their room. 




Business and Pleasure



Once they were out of sight Sue gave me a kiss, looking flushed as she spoke "The more I get to know Lindsey, the more I realize what a naughty girl she is... Are you sure she's never tried anything with you?" 

I was shocked by the comment "What!? No! Of course not? What's gotten into you?" 

Sue chuckled, and kissed me again "Never mind baby, let's have one more round and head back upstairs - I really want to get fucked good tonight." She was already feeling no pain, but I wasn't opposed to the idea of one more cocktail. 

Sue was groping me as I fumbled for the key card to the room. Upon opening the door we were once again greeted by moans, only this time - they were much louder. I slowly walked into the room shaking my head in complete bemusement. That's when I noticed that the door adjoining the rooms was open. I froze. 

Sue and I exchanged a wide-eyed glance, but we slowly began to tip toe inside. The only light on in our room was the lamp on the dresser, I noticed a cell phone and a piece of paper sitting atop it. For a second I thought we had entered the wrong suite but Sue pressed on, she stopped only once she had a view into the adjacent room. I finally caught up and looked inside, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Lindsey's moans were captivating, but not nearly as much as the sight of their coupling. She was completely naked straddled atop Trent's hulking black frame. Her lovely pale body looked sexual and elegant as she trashed atop him. Their room was dim, but there was enough light from the sconces on the bed frame that their lovemaking was as clear as day. 

I couldn't help it but the second thing I noticed was my bosses monstrosity of a cock, words didn't do it justice. Even from this distance it looked like a huge tube of black steel, smooth and coated in a white sheen of what had to be Lindsey's secretions. My ego was shattered the second I saw it. Her cute frame slid up and down, her back contorting sexually as she wiggled her sex down and around his. I looked down at their mating organs. Lindsey appeared to have a gorgeously supple pussy that was currently gripping at his shaft with taut elasticity. Her head arched backwards as she moaned, her long blonde hair leading my view down to her ass where two massive black hands clutched, contrasting erotically against her white skin. Absurdly, I noticed Trent's freakishly large black scrotum resting on the bed - it looked almost as if it was housing tennis balls. Time seemed to slow down as my wife and I looked on. We both watched as my boss pumped his impressive black shaft deep into my secretaries gorgeous white pussy. It was one of the sexiest sights I had ever seen, and my dick immediately rose in my slacks. I looked over at my wife, who appeared to be in a daze - her eyes distant, her lip bitten. 

Before I could think of anything to say she took a couple quiet steps over to the dresser and picked up the phone. The paper had a '1492' scribbled on it which she promptly entered to unlock the screen. She gently walked back over to me and whispered in my ear. 

"Why don't you get comfortable on the bed. Lindsey asked me to take a couple pictures of them, so she can send them to Ben later." Sue spoke with a sexy look in her eyes, staring in on the action as she talked. I was stunned by the comment. 

"What!? You can't be serious!" I screamed, in a whisper. 

She kissed me passionately, and grabbed at my crotch, feeling my solid dick through my slacks. "Relax, I'll only take a few, and I'll be right back. Go get comfortable on the bed." 

I didn't know how to react, but I found myself nodding, and deliriously making my way over to our bed and away from any view into the next room. I slowly started taking off my shoe's. I looked back at the door and noticed Sue removing her heels, most likely for better footing as she engaged in espionage for Lindsey. It wasn't really spying, I knew Trent had to know about it, why else would he have let the door stay open? As i unbuttoned my shirt a scary realization formed in my mind. Trent was probably excited to show off his manhood, especially to my wife. My dick started to strain even harder at the absurdity of it all. I jerked my head looking back at the doorway, but Sue was already gone. My heart started to beat faster as I carefully listened to any sounds from the adjoining room. I slid my socks off and sat down on the bed, now only in my slacks. As i pulled my belt off I could still make out Lindsey's moaning, now somewhat muffled. 

Time seemed to stand still, every second felt like an eternity. I heard a pause in the action, and what sounded like Lindsey giggling, then I heard Sue, sort of muffled "...You're such a naughty girl." My blood pressure skyrocketed. 

That's when I heard a slap, and Trent's voice "She is." 

There was a lump in my throat, I couldn't move. I had never listened to anything so intently. My wife was in the other room with my boss and my secretary, who were both naked! Not only were they naked they were fucking each other! My head started to spin. I heard Lindsey "Yeah take a few with us like this... you can come closer."

I continued to hear the motion of the bed for a few minutes, I desperately wanted to see Sue reappear through the doorway - and I felt too awkward to walk over and call for her. Another minute passed, and another - and then I heard Lindsey again "Here, let me help." and then Trent "Wow!" 

I sat straight up in a panic, what the hell was going on - I had to see. 

Just as I began to stand up I heard Lindsey yet again "You have incredible tits Sue." My head was spinning, I had to get over there, but I didn't move. A cluster of whispering from the next room, I couldn't make it out. I stood, waiting, another minute passed, I walked a few feet towards the door, stopped - paced in place. Another minute passed. 

"Oh! Oh my god! Fuck!!" was the cry, but not from Lindsey. My entire world froze, shattered. Sue had just cried out in pleasure - and then silence. I nearly sprinted to the doorway. 

As I turned the corner I saw my wife's dress on the ground, her sexy lace lingerie a few paces beyond it - when my gaze finally reached the bed I nearly fainted. Sue's incredible ass was in view, as I had never seen it before, slowly lowering - her legs straddled around Trent's. I looked on in horror as I saw Trent's huge black cock slowly entering my wife's wet sex. He had to have only been half way in but already deeper than I had ever been. It felt like I just took a heavyweight punch to the stomach. "Fuck that's big... Oh!... It's... It's so big..." Sue arched her head back as she slowly raised and lowered herself, desperate to engulf his entire manhood inside of her. Trent encouraged her the entire way. 

"Fuck yeah baby. Give me that pussy... How does that black cock feel?" His hands were grasping at her large breasts as they hung a few feet above him. He sucked on one as he tickled the other. 

"It feels... Oh! It feels so incredible... so... incredible..." Her voiced trailed off as she leaned down into him, smashing her tits into his chest, kissing him passionately. Her lily white ass was now bouncing up and down sensually as they kissed - her pussy now fully penetrated, I looked on as her swollen lips clenched at his black shaft, already coated in her wetness. He reached back and grabbed her butt with both hands, clutching hard into her skin - and then giving her right cheek a solid smack. 

I almost passed out from the sight of it, my head feeling light - legitimately. Before I actually fell down I clumsily grasped at one of the chairs in the room and stumbled into a seat. That's when I noticed Lindsey, walking out of the bathroom in a sheer robe. She walked over to me rather expressionless, and stood behind me, leaning down. 

She spoke softly "Just let it happen Jim, she wants it - She's been telling me how bad she wants it for a couple weeks now." She grabbed my shoulders and began to massage me, somehow, in a rather nonsexual way - she often did similar after long days at the office. "Just watch, you're gonna love it." 

I remained silent, staring on in shock. I looked down at my slacks, inexplicably, I was rock hard. Lindsey noticed it, but said nothing. She simply continued to give me a light massage as I sat and watched my boss fuck my wife senseless. Her moans were otherworldly, I had never seen her in such a sexual state of being - it killed me, but I couldn't deny the eroticism and the effect it had on me.

Sue had leaned back up, she now seemed comfortable with his impressive size and began to ride him with vigor. He reached up and once again grabbed at her bouncing tits, steadying them. "Oh, oh, oh! Fuck yeah!" Her moans alternated between audibly loud and low and gutteral - regardless, she was never this vocal when I was inside her. 

Trent began to entice her with his words "Fuck yeah baby, you like this big black cock - don't you?" 

Sue responded with passion and honesty "Ohh! Yes - i love it! It feels so good... Fuck me Trent!" 

"Fucking right it feels good. I'm gonna give this married white pussy a stretch, make it cum hard." Trent was egging her on, and she loved it. 

"Ohhh! Fuck yeah, make me cum! I'm gonna cum!" Sue's eyes were closed, she fell back into his chest and held him tightly as she prepared for a full body orgasm. 

Trent continued to thrust deep and fast, almost taking her to the brink - he continued to spur her with dirty talk "You're gonna cum for me Sue. Cum for your husbands boss. I want that married pussy to cum all over this black cock!" 

Her eruption was spectacular, moaning deep from her soul. Her ass began quivering as she clutched onto Trent's shoulders, eyes closed. Moaning in a way I had never seen before. Her sex seemed to be vicing down on Trent's shaft - a white fluid pouring out of her. My wife's sexual essence was coating another mans cock, and I was doing nothing to stop it. Lindsey spoke in a hushed whisper, I'm not sure if she was speaking to me or to herself "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen..." 

I had to relieve myself, I instinctively opened my pants, pulling my rock solid dick out. I began to stroke it. Lindsey once again, said nothing - and simply continued to rub my shoulders as we both watched Trent take my wife to levels of pleasure I never could. 

Once Sue finally stopped convulsing, she leaned down and kissed Trent again. Their lips joining in a passionate duel was possibly the hardest part to witness. He grabbed her by the waist, spinning her off of him. He gently laid her down on the bed, her massive breasts swaying as she fell backwards. He opened her legs. For a brief moment, I got a look at her sex, now swollen and soaking wet - and no longer only my own. He grabbed a hold of his cock, still rock solid and massive, glistening from my wife's orgasm. He aligned it once again with her sex. 

Trent began to slap at her clit, which caused an overtly sexual sound. He rubbed the base of his shaft against her clit, causing her head to arch back and her legs to widen even more. A beautiful moan escaped her lips. The sound was absurd, her wetness was audible. 

"Fuck me... please. Put that huge cock back inside of me baby! I want more!" she kept her eyes closed as she pleaded for him to take her.

"Don't worry Sue. I'm gonna fuck this married pussy all night long. And when we get home... next week..." He aligned his head right at her opening "...next month..." He was now slowly inserting himself into her "...next year..." He pulled it out a bit, which caused her to squirm "... I'm gonna keep fucking you. I'm gonna send your husband away on business trips and come over and fuck you all day." With that comment, he drove deep into her. "Ohhh! Fuck Yes!! Take me!" She screamed, looking possessed, impossibly aroused by both his massive manhood and his taunting dirty talk. 

Her legs struck outwards, and then slowly wrapped, contouring around his lower back. I now looked on as he pummeled into her, his huge black pouch was slapping against the base of her ass. The lips of my wife's sex were clinging so hard to his thick shaft it looked like her pussy had a mind of its own. 

They were at an incredible pace, Trent reached his hands underneath her back and clutched her ass as he drove himself into her. He began to kiss at her neck. That's when she saw me. Her head leaned to the side, her eyes meeting mine. She saw me, she saw my exposed dick, she saw me pleasuring myself to her taking. She smiled, lovingly. It lasted only a moment, and she immediately buried her head back into his chest. 

Trent began to groan, low. He maintained his rampant speed and kept pummeling himself into my wife - he didn't cease with the dirty talk, clearly noticing that it set Sue off. 

"Who's pussy is this Sue?" My wife could only moan in response "Ohh!" 

Trent didn't relent "Tell me baby. Tell me who's pussy this is." He leaned down and kissed her before she could reply.

When he pulled away he asked again "Before tonight it was your husbands... but who's is it now?" 

My pride was taking a beating, but my balls were getting ready to explode. I stared on in a state of delusional wonder as I continued to pump my dick. 

Sue moaned, succumbing to his words, her head rolling back into the bed, her eyes closing tight, her body letting go, she was giving herself up to his assault, allowing him to conquer her sexual identity, she moaned in the sexiest tone I had ever heard "Ohhh! Fuck!! Trent! It's your pussy baby... It's your pussy... Take it!!" 

Trent continued to thrust, and started to buck, he released another groan. 

"Who fucks you the best baby? Tell me who's the best fuck you've ever had... Tell me who owns this pussy!" 

He began bucking hard.

Lindsey whispered from behind me "Oh... yeah... This is the best." 

I mumbled an incoherent "...Huh?" my mind was melting.

"He's going to cum. It's like a fire hose. I think he's going to cum in Sue." she paused, and couldn't help herself - continuing "God, that's so naughty... He's getting ready to cum in your wife Jim! That's so hot!" 

Sue screamed "Fuck me Trent! I love your big black cock! Take it... take it! Cum in meee!!" Sue's scream cut Lindsey off, the moan was once again ear shattering. 

I wanted to stop it, but my mouth was dry, I couldn't speak. Sue wasn't using protection, and if memory served this was an ideal time in her cycle. I looked on as Trent unleashed, pounding deep inside of her, ferociously groaning "Oh! Fuck! Yeah!!" His body clenched up. 

Sue erupted in her own orgasm, locking her legs around him and clawing incredibly hard into his back. He pumped rope after rope of his seed deep inside of her. It seemed to last an eternity, a singular primal moment of sexual bliss. Trent's massive black balls were contracting tightly, a pool of fluid had leaked out of Sue's sex and down her supple ass, soaking the bed. All of a sudden I looked down and noticed my own mess of seed, coating my hand and slacks - I didn't even remember the release - just a never before experienced state of delirium and a wave of pleasure as Trent inseminated my wife. I looked back up to see Trent was now standing and walking to the bathroom. He quickly glanced at me, giving me a thumbs up and a smile. I couldn't react... I just nodded absently. I looked back at the bed, where Sue appeared to already be sleeping. 

I couldn't believe what had just happened, and I couldn't believe I had the entire week of the conference ahead of me.



Business & Pleasure



As a business consultant I'm traveling most months of the year and usually to a different city every week. The majority of my nights are spent in a hotel room which can get pretty boring. Lucky for me, I would be spending my week in Miami, working with a large networking company which had put me up in a really nice suite on the beach. I was looking forward to the white, sandy beaches and tanned women.

The second day I was there, as I read the paper on my balcony, I noticed a flash of vanilla skin on a balcony across from mine. I'm black but learned early on that white girls are some of the freakiest women on the planet so I never miss the opportunity to dip into a untapped resource. My hotel made a "U" shape around the pool and in a room almost directly across from mine but a couple floors down was a cute brunette putting on her bathing suit. I watched as she bent towards me, slipping her left, then right leg into her striped bikini bottoms. Her large, perky tits bounced slightly as she got adjusted and walked around her room, finally finding her top. She disappeared for a minute then returned with the top on and stepped out onto her balcony.

Her skin glowed and she began applying tanning oil to her arms and legs. She was short, maybe 5'2 and had a pretty nice body from what I could see. Her blond hair fell just below her shoulders, and I watched her closely as she rubbed the oil onto her chest. I stood up to get a better view just as another girl came out onto the balcony.

This one was holding her bikini top up with her hands, needing it to be tied behind her neck by her friend. She had a nice body also. Thicker thighs and ass, smaller tits and brown hair. The brunette stood facing me as her friend tied her top. She leaned back slightly and I could tell that she was saying something to her friend and as she did it they both looked right at me. I froze.

I decided instead of quickly going inside my room, I would own up to being caught staring, so I raised my hand and waved towards them. They both waved back and the first girl started pointing at my building. I thought she was trying to get me to look at something so I leaned over my balcony but saw nothing. I looked back and shrugged my shoulders at them. The blond went inside for a minute then came back and again they both started pointing. I quickly realized they were counting the floors and balconies of the hotel.

The blond went back inside and I jumped when the hotel phone sitting by my bed rang. She was calling me from her room. I walked inside and answered.

"Hello?"

"So you like spying on girls while they're getting dressed?"

Her tone was serious and I wondered briefly if I could get in any trouble with the hotel for watching them. I decided I had really done nothing wrong.

"I was simply admiring from afar. It's hard not to stare at two girls rubbing oil on each other," I said trying to lighten the conversation.

I heard her say to her friend away from the phone "Kristy, come in here, it's him" then she asked me, "Did you like what you saw?"

"Both of you are beautiful," I replied honestly.

"We're gonna go down to the pool, wanna join us?"

"Just let me put my bathing suit on and I'll meet you girls down there." 

"But you watched US change so now WE get to watch you change," I heard her friend in the background say "God Jen, do you wake up horny?" and they both laughed.

I had indeed watched them change and have nothing to be ashamed of, so I said, "Sure," and hung up.

I watched from behind my sliding glass door shade as both the girls hurried onto their balcony. I grabbed my board shorts and quickly started rubbing my dick through my sweatpants. I figured half mast was a good teaser for them. After I got myself semi-hard, I walked outside. Both of the girls waved and I took off my shirt, exposing my toned chest and abs. My caramel skin glistened in the bright Miami sun.

I untied the drawstring to my sweats, let them fall to the ground and stood there for a second with a "Are you happy?" look on my face. The girls started clapping and whistling. I threw my shorts on and headed downstairs.

They were already at the pool and I immediately noticed Jen's orange and black bathing suit. She had walked inside their room right before my phone rang so I knew I was talking to her on the phone. They were laying on lounge chairs and had a empty one in between them.

"Jen and Kristy, right?" I asked.

They both nodded and smiled.

"I'm Chris," I said, shaking hands with both of them.

They were sitting up on their elbows and tiny beads of sweat slowly cascaded down their cleavage. They were both cute but Jen was slightly hotter than Kristy. She was short and had put her long blond hair into a ponytail. Her grayish-blue eyes were wide and bright and I caught her glancing at my crotch as I introduced myself. I wasn't sure if her tits were real or fake but they were as close to perfect as I had ever seen.

Kristy was Jen's polar opposite. Smaller chest but even laying down, I could tell that her ass and legs were thick as hell. I thought to myself if I could put Jen's lower half on Kristy upper half, it would be the perfect woman. Jen patted the chair between them, I sat down and we started talking. Kristy and Jen were both 21 and enjoying a vacation their parents were paying for. After 20 minutes of chatting, we decided to jump into the pool to cool off and I purposely let them get up first so I could check out their asses.

I swam to the wet bar and ordered drinks for all of us. As I brought the drinks over, they were whispering and giggling to each other.

"Secrets don't make friends, ladies," I said sarcastically.

"Chris, Jen wants to ask you something," Kristy said.

Jen immediately splashed Kristy, clearly embarrassed.

"Do you ever shut that huge mouth of yours?" Jen said, taking the drink from me.

"Only when my mouth is full," Kristy said staring right at me.

I made sure the girls always had a drink in hand and after a couple of rounds we were all feeling pretty loose and getting pretty playful. We wrestled in the water and I never missed an opportunity to squeeze against the body of Jen or Kristy.

I finally asked Jen, "So... What did you want to ask me?"

Kristy cut in, "She usually wears glasses and couldn't really see your dick from the balcony and wants to know if you will show us again?"

Jen was turning red.

"Here? Right now?" I asked.

"No, in our room," Kristy replied.

"Okay, just not here because I have some serious shrinkage going on," I said and we all laughed and quickly finished our drinks.

I ordered one last round before closing my tab and followed the girls up to their room. I was surprised to see only one king sized bed instead of two smaller ones.

Jen laid on the bed and Kristy quickly got on top of her in the 69 position. I sat down in the chair by the balcony and watched as the two girls started enjoying each others body. I quickly got the feeling that this wasn't their first time. From my chair I had the perfect view of Kristy's thick ass.

Like it was a normal thing for her, Jen moved Kristy's bikini bottoms to the side and started licking her clit. I couldn't see Kristy's face, but I saw her head moving in tiny circles, buried in between Jen's legs. Jen used both her hands to spread open Kristy's pink pussy lips and slowly licked up and down until Kristy was moaning loudly, nearing her first orgasm. Kristy sat up slightly and began to grind her pussy onto Jen's awaiting tongue. She came hard and fell forward as her orgasm swept over her. Jen kept her mouth glued to her friend's dripping pussy.

I had been hard since they jumped on the bed, my dick making a clear impression on the outside of my still damp shorts. 

Jen looked at me and said, "She's so lucky! I can't cum from oral... I see we fixed your shrinkage problem," while eyeballing the bulge in my bathing suit.

Kristy raised up off of Jen and turned towards me. They both got off the bed and crawled towards me, giggling and kissing each other. They started tugging at my shorts, trying to pull them down. I raised my butt off the chair and my cock sprung out at them as they took my shorts off completely.

Jen wasted no time and took my dick into her mouth. Kristy licked my balls lightly then started sucking each one into her mouth. I had only seen shit like this in porn and again I got the feeling that it wasn't the first time for either of these girls. Jen couldn't get much more than half of me into her mouth before I felt my tip against the back of her throat but what she lacked in ability she made up for in enthusiasm.

"Hold my hair," she told Kristy.

Kristy let my nut slip out of her mouth and wiped away a strand of spit before pulling Jen's hair into a ponytail.

"Suck that black cock you little slut," Kristy said almost mockingly.

It set Jen off. She tried desperately to swallow my entire length. I could see her eyes beginning to water as she made herself gag on my dick. God, I love white girls. Kristy was using her other hand to finger herself as she watched intently to her friend giving me head.

Jen finished sucking me off and said to Kristy, "Your turn but remember, I didn't cum yet."

Kristy moved into position between my legs and put both hands on my thighs. She looked at me with a mischievous grin and took my entire dick into her mouth. She had swallowed every inch and I could feel her throat muscles contracting around me. I almost came right then. Kristy sucked dick like every guy wished his wife or girlfriend sucked dick. She paid attention to every inch, using her hand to stroke the shaft with the perfect amount of pressure while she licked the head like a lollipop. Kristy let spit drool out of her mouth and drip down my veiny shaft before taking the entire thing into her mouth. Jen was laying on her back beneath Kristy and was eating her out again.

"I'm not gonna be able to take much more of this," I said truthfully.

"Oh, this feels good?" Kristy asked and we all laughed.

Kristy stood up and turned away from me as Jen got off the floor and moved to my side. Kristy backed her round ass closer to me and put her hands on the floor in front of her. Jen grabbed my black cock and aimed it at her friend's dripping wet hole.

Kristy let the head slide inside, just past her pink pussy lips and began bouncing her ass up and down, never taking more than the tip into her. It was driving me crazy! It felt good, but I wanted to get deeper. I started to raise my hips each time she came down but Kristy kept teasing me. Jen went to the bed, laid down spread eagle and starting playing with herself. I had the perfect view of her rubbing her clit and dipping two fingers into her pussy.

Kristy pushed herself from the floor and sat down all the way on my dick. I almost shot my load into her right then. Her pussy was velvety smooth and extrememly tight. She kept me deep in her cunt, rocking back and forth with a quickening pace.

Jen was watching me the whole time. She used both hands to spread her pussy lips apart and said, "Don't cum yet."

Kristy was about to cum. I could feel her get tighter each time she rocked her hips.

"Oh fuck... Fuck fuck! I'm cumming!" Kristy said, as her entire body shook on top of me.

She laid back against my chest and kissed me on my cheek as her orgasm subsided.

I let my hands roam over her, running them through her hair and squeezing her small but perky tits.

"Jen, you are gonna love his dick," Kristy said. 

I laughed.

Jen was still on the bed playing with herself and looking at my dick while it was still inside Kristy's pussy. 

Kristy stood up and I realized I was closer to my own orgasm than I thought.

"Oh shit," I said, grabbing the base of my dick trying to stop the inevitable.

"No! Don't waste it, come here," Jen said with urgency.

I quickly got up and went over to Jen, still spread eagle on the bed. I put pressure on the thick vein that runs along the underside of my shaft, hoping to stop from spilling my load before I got a chance to fuck Jen.

"Don't waste a drop!" she said, spreading her glistening pussy lips.

Years of jacking off prevented me from blowing my load completely but some had managed to escape. I knew I would remain hard but some cum had made its way up my shaft. The head of my cock was only an inch or two away from Jen's gaping pussy. When I felt it was safe, I released my grip on my cock. 

"I'm not gonna cum," I said relieved.

"Not yet," Jen said with a smile. She grabbed my dick and started to stroke it. That motion was basically clearing the pipes and thick streams of cum oozed out of my tip. She aimed it right at her pussy and milked the rest out onto her clit and engorged lips.

"I want you to fuck me doggystyle with that thick, black dick," Jen said and I was never more happy to follow a order.

"I wanna play too!" Kristy said, getting out of the chair I had just fucked her in.

"Get in the 69 position again," I said as I quickly got an idea.

Kristy laid down with her head towards the foot of the bed and Jen excitedly got on top of her. Jen poked her pussy out at me and patiently waited for the fuck she was craving. I pointed my dick down into Kristy's hungry mouth and she greedily tried to swallow my entire length.

I pulled out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva trailing back to her tongue and plunged my dick into Jen's pussy. She let out a little cry as my cock pistoned into her depths. Jen was soon bucking back against me, meeting each of my thrusts.

Kristy licked my balls as I made long, quick strokes into her friend.

"You're so thick! I'm gonna cream all over you," Jen said.

She arched her back, poking her ass out at me even more and I watched my black dick disappear into her tight pussy. Each time, her slick lips would cling to my shaft and pull me back in. 

"Fuck that pussy. Make her cum!" Kristy said before taking one of my balls into her mouth.

"Uuuuuugggghhhh!" Jen screamed as she came.

She pushed back against me, burying every inch inside her. Her body went rigid as tremors erupted in her sexual core. I couldn't hold back anymore and emptied my balls into her tight cunt.

"Fuck, I can feel it!" Jen moaned. 

I unloaded three thick blasts into her pussy then pulled out and stroked my dick, shooting two more smaller streams directly onto her ass crack.

"Put it back in me!" Jen pleaded.

Jen reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart, inviting me back inside her. My cum was dripping down her crack onto Kristy's chest and into her gaping hole. I pushed back inside her as Kristy flicked my balls with her tongue and my orgasm came to an end.

I pulled out of Jen and fell back into the chair as Kristy lightly kissed her friends swollen, cum covered pussy lips.

"Did that just happen?" I asked myself out loud and the girls laughed...



Business and Pleasure



“This is what I was telling you about.” My eyes opened wide as Adrienne handed me a magazine with her finger pointing to a picture of a black leather collar with chains attached to bind the users hands up around their neck. 

“I’m completely shocked,” I confessed. “I would NEVER have guessed you were into that sort of thing.” Adrienne smiled, a pink hue staining her cheeks in admission. She sat down on the cement right next to me, her leg and arm pressed against my own. She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one could see the erotic pictures we were now looking at during our last break of the day. As she flipped through the pages, images of dildo’s, penis enlargements, breast enhancers, “realistic” vagina’s (with hair included), even pills to make a man’s cum taste good, I believe it was called “yummy cum”, a tingle began to spread through out my body. 

“Here’s the other thing I thought looked good.” She said as I leaned in closer for a better look. Nipple rings, was the current item of viewing. “They’re supposed to keep your nipples hard” she said as she read the excerpt next to the picture. I was in complete amazement. These words were coming from this girl who, up until recently, had been extremely innocent in the subject of sexual accessories. I suppose I had something to do with this transformation, after all, I did take her to my cousin’s sex toy party. “Do you think Frederick’s of Hollywood might have something like this?” Her words brought my mind back to the magazine.

“I’m not sure, but a sex shop might. I’ve seen things like this in the shop near my house.” I could tell she was a bit surprised that I’d been in a shop like that. 

“You went by yourself?” She asked. 

“Oh no, I’ve been in once with my Best friend Laurie and once with my aunt.” I could tell by the look on her face, that she was interested in the idea of that, so I asked her if she wanted to go sometime. 

“Yeah, are you free to go tomorrow?” That is how this whole experience started. Once we’d set plans to go to Buda’s Bizarre, I called up Chris to tell him of a plan I’d had. Adrienne and I would be coming back to my place after our little shopping spree, and I thought it would be fun if he showed up after we’d returned. He was all for it, so we set the time for him to show up for around 10pm. Erotic thoughts filled my mind that night as I drifted to sleep. So many possibilities were awaiting me after work the next day.

The workday took forever to be done, but it finally was, and Adrienne and I were now about to step through the doors of Buda’s. She was so much fun to watch, Like a kid in a candy store as she hurried from one erotic thing to the next. Examining each item as if she never knew such a thing existed. I couldn’t count the number of times she said “Bran; you HAVE to see this!” We walked out of the store with two brown paper bags filled with items only a select few would ever see. 

Before we headed back to my place, we stopped at the liquor store under Buda’s and stocked up on a variety of liquids, sure to inebriate anyone. The first thing we did once we were back in my apartment was to make up a blender full of some new concoction we’d gotten the recipe for. We clanged glasses to salute our shopping adventure and within minutes, we needed a refill. I used the opportunity to unlock the front door for Chris while Adrienne made a second blender full of our newly acquired drink. It was now time to take another look at our purchases. I suggested we sit on my bed, so there would be room to spread out our items, and so we’d already be situated once Chris came in.but I didn’t fill her in on that part. So we sat down with our drinks (third glass each) and our paper bags, and began the show and tell. Adrienne pulled out the first item on display. Two sapphire jeweled nipple clips, with silver edging. Already in a tipsy state of mind, she held them up against her tight white shirt, over her more than ample breasts and asked, “How do they look?” I laughed and replied, 

“Ooooh, nice. But I bet they’d be even better actually ON your nipples. Why don’t you model them?” She took a large swallow of her drink and said,

“What the hell, why not?” She slowly removed her shirt, revealing her lace clad double d breasts. I couldn’t help but to look at them with admiration. My mouth went dry as she removed her bra. They were even more exquisite than I’d imagined them being. I wanted to tell her to forget about the jeweled clasps, and allow me to taste them, but I didn’t dare. She wasn’t ready for that yet, perhaps in a few more drinks. After she’d placed the jewelry on, she arched her back, sticking them out further than usual and asked, “So? What do you think?” Smiling I replied, 

“Perfect! Whoever gets to see them is one lucky son of a bitch.” That’s when she confided in me that she hadn’t had sex in almost two years, and how she’d been SO horny that she was basically ready to fuck the first person who showed interest. It was my turn to take a large swallow from my glass, as my hope for the evening’s plan grew stronger. 

An hour had passed and all of our bag contents were now strewn across the bed in no particular order. There were dildo’s, vibrators, clit stimulating cream, body paint, hot lotions (edible and hot to the tongue and skin), a whip (I won’t divulge who’s it was), wrist and ankle ties, feathers, if it was kinky, it was there. Oh, and Adrienne also found the collar with the wrist chains as well. 

“Why don’t you put this on? I asked while holding up the collar. Her hooded eyes told me that not only was she drunk, but also she was aroused by the thoughts these items conjured up. 

“I’ll need some help.” She said, and that was all the invitation I needed. I took the item out of its package, my hands shaking slightly in anticipation. I purposely brushed my fingers against her neck as I moved her hair out of the way. Once the collar was on, and her hands bound, I asked her if she wanted another sip from her glass. It was amazing, it were as if when I put the collar around her, she slipped into the roll of subservient. 

“Yes please.” She whispered her eyes as wide and innocent as a doe’s. I put the glass to her lips and she drank deeply, licking her lips when I pulled the glass away. 

“No, don’t. Let me do that.” I suggested, as I lowered my mouth to hers. Her lips were soft and supple, and there was a feeling of need as she pressed them firmly against my own. All the need, all the desire and want that she’d been denied for two years was showing itself in this kiss. When her tongue slid into my mouth, I pulled back. 

“Not yet” I said as I removed one wrist from its bindings. I slid the chain between a spindle on my headboard, and refastened the chain to her wrist, holding her arms up over her head. “I want to taste what is under those clasps” I confided, “but first, I need to do a few things.” 

I immediately began removing her pants, and then tying her legs to my bedposts. I then proceeded to remove my outer clothing, leaving only my black bra and panties on. Her eyes never left my body, and it sent shivers of pleasure through me. 

“Now isn’t that better?” I asked as I nestled myself between her legs, my head placed near her breasts. She could only nod in answer. I ran my hand up her side slowly, and she softly moaned and closed her eyes. I took off one clasp, and immediately had to have her hard nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it, I licked it, I kissed it, as her head turned from side to side. As I began doing the same thing to the other nipple, I heard Adrienne gasp. At first I thought it was in pleasure, but when I looked at her expression, I knew it was a startled sound. Her eyes were looking over my shoulder, so I turned so see what she was looking at. And there was Chris.   

Completely nude, squeezing his hard cock in one hand while bracing himself in my bedroom doorway. My attention was drawn back to Adrienne when I heard her whimper. 

“Shhhhh,” I reassured her, “We’re going to make sure you are completely taken care of tonight. No more aching to be touched. No more needing to be filled, tonight is going to be all about you.” I saw resignation in her eyes before my mouth descended upon hers once again. She kissed me with such passion, I nearly came undone. When I pulled away, I noticed Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed near us. He idly stroked her thigh, almost reassuring her of the words I’d just spoken.

“Chris, taste her nipples, they’re delicious.” I encouraged. Without hesitation, he lowered his mouth to her breast, her back arched, thrusting it into his mouth. As he pleasured her breast with his tongue, his hand slid into her red panties, and began tracing the outline of her clit. Her moan came from deep within as her hips rose up to accept his probing fingers. 

She was so wet; Chris just HAD to taste her. He was able to lower her panties enough to get his face up against her. The moment his tongue touched her eager pussy, she nearly came off the bed. Thrusting her hips so high, that Chris had to hold her down by wrapping his muscular arms around her thighs. 

I began licking, and kissing her neck as Chris slid his tongue up and down her clit. Her moans were so heartfelt that each one hummed through my blood, sending its vibrations through out my body. I moved back to her lips and devoured them with my own, which was perfect timing, because it was then that Chris slid a finger deep inside her, and her scream of pleasure was consumed within our kiss. She came quickly, and hard. Her spasms engulfed Chris’ finger and sent pleasure up his arm and threatened to come shooting out of his throbbing cock. He needed release, and soon. 

I myself was on the brink of blissful release. As he slid his cock into her tight, wet pussy, he rested his face in between her breasts, pacing himself. Not wanting to cum quite yet. He wanted to be able to fuck another climax out of her. 

I stood back and watched for a few moments, my fingers finding my own slick pussy. I watched as his cock slid slowly in and out of her, her moans driving me wild. It was then that I released one of her wrists, positioning my pussy next to her. Chris watched as Adrienne slid her finger in and out of me, mimicking his cock inside her. 

As his thrusts became more powerful, more intense, so did her welcome assault to my pussy, which was nearly at the pinnacle of pleasure. One hard deep thrust, and she was sent over the edge, her contractions squeezing his penis so tightly, he was brought to an earth shattering finish, and the sounds of them at the height of pleasure, in addition to her finger curling within me, wracked spasms from my entire body, ones like I’d only read about. 

That was only the first of many sexual encounters for the evening, and come Monday, it was back to work as usual.



Business AND Pleasure



I checked my make-up and hair briefly in my vanity mirror before stepping out of my truck and adjusted my skirt and jacket as I walked toward the front door of my next appointment. It had been a long day, and my mega-watt smile was starting to dim a little. 

I opened the door, and looking around, took in the very nicely furnished offices and the diligent receptionist who was taking a call, but took the time to look up and smile at me before holding up a finger, indicating she'd just be a moment. I nodded back to her, and turned to peruse the framed articles that hung on the wall of the reception area, detailing the companies triumphs and community involvement. In several pictures was a devastatingly handsome man whose eyes seemed to look out at me from the snapshots. I read the captions of several seeking his name, and was pleasantly surprised to notice that this same John was the well polished voice I'd spoken to on the phone, and was who I was here to see today. "Well, hello, John" I murmured to myself as I heard the receptionist concluding her call. I turned and stepped up to her desk, and handing her one of my cards, began to say, "I'm here to see John," but before I could finish the man from the photographs stepped into the reception area and extended his hand, "Then you are here to see me."

"Hello, yes, I believe I am," I handed him one of my cards as well, and watched as his icy blue eyes read quickly over it before dropping it into the pocket of his suit jacket.

"Please, follow me," he said as he gestured towards the back of the building. We exchanged pleasantries as we walked, but I found most of my attention was focused on him, the way the suit was cut to fit him perfectly, the way his stride exuded confidence and purpose, the way I imagined the muscles moved underneath the dark suit. I remembered his hands, when he'd shaken mine, large, strong hands that nearly covered mine completely as it wrapped around my smaller, daintier hand. I must have really gotten lost in my own thoughts because I nearly bumped into him as he stopped at a door, and motioned me inside. 

I shook my head, trying to clear those thoughts out of my head, I was here on business after all, not to imagine what it would feel like to have those same hands touch more than my hands, or wonder over the play of his muscles should he just happen to remove the business attire and allow me a peek. I stepped ahead of him, and walked into a very masculine office. He motioned towards a chair opposite his desk, but I couldn't stop myself from sneaking a peek at the large cushioned leather couch in the less formal area of the office. We discussed the business at hand, and the concerns he had mentioned to me over the phone. I detailed the options that my company could provide for him, and asked if I could see the specific locations that we were discussing. We left his office, and rather than lead the way, he seemed to always be behind me. I immediately felt betrayed out of more opportunities to watch him stride confidently ahead of me, but that betrayal was soon wiped right out of my head. At the first corridor we reached, his hand fell to the base of my back and he turned me to the right. His fingers curled into my flesh, and lingered just a moment longer than was necessary, or maybe that was my imagination. I continued my stream of questions and observations as we stopped to look at several areas. Each time we would turn down a different corridor, he would again lay his hand at the base of my back and subtly guide me in the direction we were going. Once, an employee came down the corridor towards us, and even though there was ample room for three of us to walk side by side, he reached out and this time, wrapped his long fingers around my side and pulled me closer to him. Before I knew it, he had pulled me so close I could feel the hard line of his body against my back. I could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, and there was an undeniable bulge pressing into my ass. But he never said a word, just let go of me a few moments after the employee had passed, and we continued walking. It however took me a minute or two to recover enough to put a coherent thought together to continue the stream of conversation. I walked in a bit of a daze until I looked up startled to realize we were back at his office. He gestured me inside, and said, "Please, have a seat."

I walked towards the plush office chairs facing his desk again, and he curled those fingers around my waist again to correct my assumption. "No, please, have a seat here, it's far more comfortable than those stuffy chairs over there." He had turned me toward the enormous couch. I stepped towards it and sunk into the overstuffed leather. I immediately ran a hand across the buttery surface, admiring the soft texture. "Mmmm, very nice," I murmured before I thought better of it.

"Yes, thank you, it is my favorite part of the office. Can I get you something to drink? Water, perhaps?" he asked as he walked to a cleverly disguised office refrigerator in the wall near the couch. He had pulled one bottled water out, and stood waiting for my answer.

"Absolutely, thank you," even though the temperature outside was in the mid 40's and cool, I felt feverish. He handed me the bottle and I quickly opened the top and took a healthy drink. I sat it down on the table beside me, and reached for my notes again, assuming that we would continue with our meeting. I started to ask another question when he came around the couch and instead of taking one of the chairs opposite me, he sank down into the couch beside me. 

"I think I've heard all I need to hear, do you need any more information from me for your proposal?"

Taken aback at what I assumed was a dismissal, I paused just a moment before starting to collect my notes and said, "No, actually, I believe I have all I need, thank you for your time, I'll get something to you within a few days," and started to rise from the couch.

He reached out and placed a firm but gentle hand on my leg, securing me to the couch and keeping me from standing up. "Oh, no, I'm not through with you yet, I just wanted to make sure we were through with business."

"Yes sir," I stumbled, unsure exactly where he was going, as he hadn't removed his hand from my thigh, and was making distracting little circles with his index finger. My skirt had ridden several inches above my knee as I had sunk back into the couch.

He chuckled at my formal answer, and raised his other hand to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen over my eyes behind my ear. "How old are you?" he asked, knowing the social moray he was committing by asking, and seemingly, not caring. 

"28" I replied, unsure again why he wanted to know.

"Hmmm, interesting."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, it just is. Are you going to pretend you didn't notice my reaction to your body earlier?"

I blushed rather brightly, and stammered, "Well, I was, err, I mean, I tried not to think about it, it seemed irrelevant to why I'm here."

"Well, it is pretty damned relevant to me, and I'd think it is pretty damn relevant to why you are still here." He slipped his hand under the hem of my skirt and slowly moved it higher, pulling my skirt up with his hand, exposing more and more of my bare thigh to him. He moved towards me and pressed his mouth to the pulse point at the base of my neck. I jumped in reaction to the sudden movement, which only served to push his hand and my skirt higher. His fingertips were now just centimeters away from the red lace that covered my pussy. My skirt was sufficiently shoved up to my hips, and he could clearly see my cleanly shaved pussy through the nearly transparent lace. He moved his hand away from my legs to my hip so that he turned me toward him. I whimpered at the loss of his hand so close. "Don't worry my dear, I promise I remember where I was." He trailed his fingers lightly from my hip, over the top of my thigh, down to the exact spot he had been. He pushed forward then, running just the tip of a finger along the seam created in my thong by my lips. "You make the sexiest little noises, did you know that?" he said as he looked into my eyes. 

I blinked, trying to make sense of what he'd just said. "Hmm? What are you talking about?"

"That's what I thought, you don't even know you make them, that just makes it sexier that you do."

"Mmmm, ok, whatever you say," I managed as he leaned over me, pushing me back against the overstuffed arm of the couch. He ran his fingers up to slowly unbutton my jacket, and pushing it aside found the thin lacy camisole that was all that I had under the jacket. His incredible fingers had moved the red lace out of the way, and he'd begun a slow but deliberate assault on my pussy. He had one long finger deep inside me, then two that were rhythmically sliding over my g-spot while his thumb moved frantically over my clit. He had returned his lips to the base of my throat and bit and sucked his way up to just behind my ear. He slid my camisole up so that my tits were fully exposed to his view. He pinched and rolled one nipple with his fingers, then moved to the other to offer the same treatment to it. My breathe was coming in short little pants as I writhed under him, as the pleasure boiled through me. I pushed down against his hand, feeling the orgasm that was eminent. He removed his thumb from my clit and I cried out at the loss. "Please," I pleaded. "PLEASE." I begged him with my mouth and with my eyes, I was desperate for the release I knew was just below the surface, just ready to explode. 

"Once more, beg me for it, come on, beg ME to make it all better."

"Please, John, PLEASE."

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear as he again placed his thumb over my clit and rubbed a frantic tempo until I arched my back and surely would have screamed if he hadn't clamped a hand over my mouth. My body bucked against his, riding the orgasm that continued to rule my body as he never stopped his wicked fingers from moving inside of me and across my clit. "Now, my dear, do you want more?"

I sighed a little, and smiled at him, "Yes, please, please John, give me more." In just seconds he had stood up and had removed his suit pants and boxers and just as quickly, he was again back on the couch, sitting between my now wide spread legs, my skirt up to my waist, my panties shoved to the side. He removed his jacket and tossed it to the chair closest to him. He ran his hand along the largest cock I'd ever seen. It wasn't really much longer than what I am used to, but I'd never even imagined one as thick. "Oh, umm, wow," I managed to say as he moved forward, covering me with his body again, one hand going back to my nipples, teasing and twisting, pinching and pulling on them. He rubbed the head of his dick along my now dripping pussy. I rotated my hips against him, anxious to feel him deep inside me. I love to be filled full of a cock, to feel it stretching the walls of my pussy, until it feels like I can't possible take anymore. He pushed slowly into me, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. 

He stopped and looked at me, "Do you want me to stop?"

"NO, please, please give me more."

"How much more?"

"All of it, please John, all of it." And that is exactly what I got, he moved forward to quickly, burying his dick deep into my pussy, until I felt his balls press against my ass. My muscles pulsed, tightening and relaxing, trying to adjust to the unexpected size. "Oh, yes, oh, wow that's nice."

Then, he began moving and what I thought was nice just a few moment before couldn't hold a candle to what I felt as he began moving, pushing into me, pulling out, my clit dragging against him as his thick cock invaded my all too willing pussy. Within the space of just a few strokes, I was cumming again, this time, I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming. He continued his pace, pumping into me, faster and faster, his balls slapping my ass as his hands held me still, anchoring me down so that he could plunder my body. He bit my neck just at my hairline, then sucked hard in the same spot, pulling my flesh into his mouth, then softly kissed the spot, only to move to another spot on my neck, along my collar bone, then down to my tits. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, covering nearly my entire tit, sucking it so hard the pain sliced through the pleasure for a second before even that flooded into pleasure. This time, as the orgasm built inside of me and just as it was about to explode, he moved faster and whispered in my ear, "Wait, not yet, just wait." I whimpered in protest and pushed my hips up against his, begging with my body for him to hurry. Then I felt his body tense, and I felt him shoot cum deep inside me, and he whispered again, "Now, now baby you can cum." 

And I exploded my body no longer under my control as I shook against him, panting, and then, "Oh, wow."

He reached up above my head to the cold bottle of water that I had previously sat down, he slowly rubbed it along my swollen, red, abused nipples, causing them to pucker and turn a shade or two redder. Then, he moved to set the bottle down again, and stood up where he began putting his clothes back in order, even grabbing his coat off of the chair. I too stood up, and tried to put my appearance back to normal, grimacing at even the light satin camisole as it rubbed against my sore nipples. I buttoned my jacket back, and that support or confinement seemed to help marginally. I ran a hand up to my hair, and wondered how awful it looked. 

I turned to look at him, and he was back to business, as if none of the frantic fucking had ever happened. I wondered at his control, as I extended my hand again, and said, "Thank you again for your time John, I will get the proposal to you as soon as possible, if I can help further, please let me know."

He shook my hand, and said, "The job is yours, get me the proposal when you can, but, make sure you have allowances for your time, because I will require that you be here throughout the entire process, every day, no exceptions. I will need your assistance to make sure everything goes smoothly."

"You have no idea what my proposal will say, how can you give me the job?"

"I learned everything I needed to learn just a moment ago, I also expect you to deliver the proposal in person, so that I can go over it thoroughly with you. By the way, I need something else from you, I'll need to keep those red panties of yours."

"What?" I stuttered.

"You heard me, I need to keep those, just a souvenir, and I suggest you either be prepared to leave every pair you wear here, or you not wear any at all." 

I remained motionless, too stunned to move or speak, so he knelt down in front of me, and skimming his hands up my hips, he hooked his fingers around the lace that sat atop my hips, and he pulled them down until I could step out of them. He dropped them into his pocket, then placing his hand at the small of my back, he led me to the door. He walked with me all the way to the reception area, "So, I'll see you tomorrow or the next day with that proposal, correct?"

"Yes sir, you will," I managed as I stepped out the doors and walked on unsteady feet to my truck. I had always heard that sex sells, but I had no idea how true it was. Now, I couldn't move fast enough to get back to my computer and prepare the proposal for him so I could deliver it the next day. I can't wait. 



Business and Pleasure



Traveling for business has never been the highlight of my job, but on this occasion, I found a new passion for it. 

I was on my way back from a 4 day conference in Michigan, exhausted from the endless lectures and phony smiles and found myself with an hour and a half to kill before my plane boarded. I wandered around through the shops for a short time and then decided I would get a cup of coffee and read the newspaper. I found a hidden table in the back of a small café with a view of the runways and settled in. The café was semi full with other business people all looking exhausted with glazed over looks in their eyes, either anticipating getting home or dreading the next flight to wherever. I wondered if any looked at me with the same thoughts.

At the table behind me, a gentleman was having a conversation on his cell phone, although I do not make a habit of eavesdropping, the distance from our tables and the loudness of his voice made it impossible not to. He was speaking to a significant other. The words he used made it hard to tell whether it was a lover or his spouse. He asked her if she received her package and then listened as, I assume, she described what it looked like. I imagined a black teddy sent for his homecoming. Lacy and see thru with a snap crotch for easy access. As he listened, he made various sounds acknowledging her descriptions and obviously liking what he was hearing. I found myself a bit envious that no one but my two dogs would be waiting for my return.

A few minutes later the conversation ended, and I returned to concentrating on the words that filled the newspaper. I heard a voice say "excuse me," and thought the man was trying to get the attention of the girl behind the counter, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. As I looked up, it was the gentleman from the table behind me, who asked if he could sit down and share my table. Although I have had to get used to sitting alone with so much traveling, I welcomed some company, and invited him to sit down. He stood about 6 foot 5 with salt and pepper hair and was a good 10 years older than I. He wore a tailored suit with a neutral shirt. His collar was open and there was no sign of a tie, but I was sure it was probably stuffed in his briefcase for easy access. As he walked past me and sat down I could smell his cologne mixed with soap and closed my eyes for a second taking the scent in.

During the conversation, I found out he was an investment banker, who also dabbled in real estate. He was on his was to Texas to meet with a company of investors and continued by stating he had never been there before. I told him that I lived in Texas and would be happy to give him some suggestions on a few places to check out during his visit. He smiled and thanked me and there was an awkward pause in the conversation. I began looking over the newspaper once again, when he cleared his throat and regained my attention.

He explained he knew it seemed forward of him, but he noticed me when I had walked in and was intrigued at the fact that no one was accompanying me. He continued by stating that he was sure some man was missing me terribly and would be happy to see me when I returned. I laughed and found myself secretly wishing that it was he that was missing me. As I looked into his eyes I noticed the wrinkles that surrounded them. On most, these were signs of aging, but on him they seemed to add character to his face. His mustache was also graying, and when he smiled his teeth were straight and white, obviously the sign of someone who took pride in his appearance. When I regained my focus he smiled and asked me where I had escaped to. I grinned back, if he only knew, but managed to avoid the truth and say that only my dogs would be happy to see me return. Upon that information, he asked if I would be interested in having dinner that evening once we arrived in Texas. Although the phone conversation I had overheard made me wonder about his commitments, I agreed and gave him my phone number in which he smiled and told me that once he got settled into his hotel he would give me a call.

As they called our flight to board, I wondered where he would be seated on the plane. Secretly I hoped he would be next to me, but I knew the odds would not be in my favor, and he would probably have first class accommodations. As my row was called I stood up and approached the line. I glanced around trying to spot my new friend, but he was nowhere to be found and I was surprised at the disappointment I felt. I found my seat and arranged my things, laptop, magazines and the alike and prepared for the two and a half hour flight back to Texas. As I waited for my row mates to arrive, I saw a familiar face coming down the aisle. He smiled when he spotted me and my heart fluttered as he stood next to my row. He grinned and said he rearranged his seating so he could be next to me, and I found myself very aroused that he went to all that trouble to keep me company.

He settled in quickly and we were happy no one else sat in our row, which left an empty seat between us. After take off, he raised the armrests between us and slid over. I had not noticed that he had grabbed a blanket and a pillow in his settling in, but when I saw it, assumed he would be taking a nap during the flight. As he slid over, his familiar smell intrigued my senses, and I found myself actually damp at the thought of him being so close. He leaned over and whispered that he found me very attractive and grabbed the blanket to hide the fact that it was showing. Feeling my face flush I turned to him and smiled and whispered that I too found him very attractive. I barely got the words out of my mouth, when he devoured my lips in the most passionate kiss I have ever encountered. It was soft at first and his tongue teased my lips. Then his breathing quickened and he firmly sucked on my bottom lip and let his tongue explore my mouth. The cabin was darkening which made it hard for others to focus on our actions, but a moan escaped my mouth that even surprised me. He moved to my neck and licked the back of it moving around to my ear. He whispered to me that I would have to be quiet in order for him to continue and he spread the blanket out to cover the both of us.

It did not take long for his hands to begin exploring me. I was glad I had brought my black silk panties and bra on this trip. Although they did not get any use, I put them on for the trip home to provide me with some pleasure for what I thought was going to be a boring flight. His hands were large, but surprisingly soft, and as he explored my body I found my head swirling with a mixture of his scent and my excitement. He expertly unbuttoned my blouse and took no time at all in finding the front hook clasp on my bra and unfastened it, releasing my aching breasts. He took one in his hand and gently pinched the nipple as he continued kissing my neck and whispering how much he wanted to be inside me. He then tucked the pillow behind my head and moved his hand down across my belly and to my waistline. My slacks had a slide hook clasp, and although he fumbled for a few seconds, he managed to release it and in no time was feeling my now soaked mound. He parted my lips and found my clit. As he stroked it gently his head slid under the blanket and his lips found my nipple. He suckled my hardened grape hungrily as he took my clit in between two fingers and continued stroking it. I ran my fingers through his hair pushing him closer, wanting him to take more of my breast in his mouth and show me his talents.

Just when I thought I could no longer control my moans, he slid two fingers inside me, which took my breath away. He expertly moved his fingers inside me and found hidden spots I forgot I had. My hips responded by moving in small figure eights and as my breathing labored he came up from under the blanket. He whispered how he knew I wanted to cum, and that he wanted to feel my warm liquid gushing over his fingers. I tensed up and pushed back in the seat. He whispered some more in my ear telling me to let go, to show him how much I enjoyed his touch, and with that my body convulsed in a wave of orgasms. I turned my head and moaned into the pillow having to let out the pleasure I was feeling. As I was releasing, he again buried his head under the blanket and began to lick at the cream that I was offering. I grabbed his head and pushed him in farther wanting his tongue to trigger a second wave of pleasure. He quickly obliged and licked me into another series of orgasms that left me swimming in sensations that I had long since forgotten.

When he came up for air the second time, he stopped and gave my breasts a bit more attention, swirling his tongue over my still hard nipples and pushing my breasts together so he could tongue fuck them. Before we knew it, the captain came on and announced that we would be landing shortly. I quickly looked at him and whispered my disappointment at not being able to reciprocate the ecstasy he showed me. He kissed me deeply and I could taste myself on him. I sucked his tongue hungrily wanting to taste the mixture of his mouth with my cum. He then kissed my neck and ran his tongue towards the sensitive nape. As he came back to my ear, he whispered that we had all week to explore each other. I smiled knowing that it would be a week to remember, for both of us. I kissed him again and slowly buttoned my blouse and fastened my slacks. As I straightened myself up ready to get off the plane, he again leaned over and whispered at how much he wanted me and would love to explore my inhibitions more. I smiled and ran my fingers through my hair. I inquired as to which hotel he was staying and suggested that I arrive a few hours later for dinner. He agreed that that was a good idea and added to the fantasy that he would order room service so we would not be disturbed. We parted from the airport in our different directions. I went to a clothing store to buy a new teddy and an overcoat, grinning at the fantasy that was unfolding in my mind.



Business and Pleasure



13 -- Business and pleasure

"You're staring." She couldn't help but notice.

"I prefer to think of it as admiring." I glanced up, making eye contact long enough to smile at her, and then my attention was firmly back where it had been.

"It's embarrassing." 

"You're not blushing and your nipples have hardened. You like being looked at." And she didn't move away from me. I'd watched her approach the beach bar from at least a hundred yards out. She moved with such assured grace I couldn't keep my eyes off her. When she came right into the bar, I realized that she wasn't just graceful, but beautiful too. Mostly, I noticed her breasts, full, round and barely covered by that top. 

"Just because I don't blush when some guy stares down the front of my bikini?" She sounded a little peeved, but not actually angry. I suppose she was used to brushing off unwanted men. 

"You could just turn away. You haven't." Oh please! Please turn away. I really wanted to see what that hip-swinging walk did to her bottom. 

"Because then you'd stare at my ass." Not stupid then. Another plus point.

"Would that bother you more or less than me looking at your tits?" And they were such lovely tits. 

"About the same."

"You might as well stay where you are then. Can I buy you a drink?" I had no intention of being brushed off but I've never minded paying for my pleasures.

"I don't accept drinks from strangers. It's not safe."

"Not safe?"

"Rohypnol is very popular here. My best friend's been date raped twice."

"Well if the barman serves you directly, that can hardly happen." And Rohypnol really isn't my style. Who the fuck wants to fuck an unconscious girl?

"Or we could introduce ourselves. Then you wouldn't be a stranger." She finally figured out she wasn't going to shame me into leaving her alone and she capitulated. Persistence pays off, occasionally.

"Parry." 

"Katharina."

"A pleasure to meet you, Katharina. Are you staying here long?" I made polite chitchat, because that's how this dance is supposed to go, but I kept my eyes resolutely on those lovely tits, not wanting to lose the ground I've gained.

"I live here."

"You don't sound local. Your accent is North American." And 'here' was a particularly picturesque Costa Rican beach.

"I lived in the States for a lot of my childhood, but San Jose is my home."

"So about that drink?" 

"A Mai Tai. So where are you from, Parry?"

"New York, but I'm staying right over there." I pointed along the beach to Eric's bungalow. Katharina's gaze followed my finger and her eyes widened when she saw which bungalow I was pointing to. 

It was one of many properties Eric had inherited along with his father's business interests. In this case, the bungalow was an asset of a coffee producer that Kruppa Holdings Inc. had a significant share of. The bungalow had rarely been used by Mr Kruppa Senior but Eric was going to love the Polaroids I'd found of the few occasions his father was here. Helen would be interested too, professionally so, in the innovative use of prostitutes. 

"So how long are you here for?" Katharina sounded a little bit more... interested. I didn't think it was just the money implied by having the biggest bungalow on the beachfront, but a rich older man gets more than a poor older man and that's just the way of the world. Wealth is just another way to measure alpha-male potential.

"A week or so. I'm inspecting my employer's holdings here."

"Your employer?" She sounded cooler again. 

"Kruppa Holdings Inc. I'm Mr Kruppa's proxy."

"Proxy?" She looked puzzled. It was a very cute expression on such a perfect face: Cute enough to distract me from her tits for a moment. That cute!

"I hold power of attorney for Mr Kruppa and exercise de facto control over 55.4% of the voting stock. Basically, I'm the boss but he's the owner."

"And you have time to sit in a beach bar and ogle girls?" She sounded a little incredulous. There was a definite pull-the-other-one vibe.

"Lasers in the jungle."

"Do what?"

"It's from a Paul Simon album. Graceland... I guess I'm showing my age. Lasers in the jungle? Staccato signals of constant information. A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires."

"You lost me at 'lasers'."

"I can do my job from anywhere. Satellite links, cell phones and the internet keep me in the loop, even here.

"And is there a Mrs Proxy?"

"Yes. She's back in New York."

"Well I didn't think you'd be trying to pick up girls in a bar while your wife was in the bathroom." She got all ironic.

"Oh, I would. Meg wouldn't have a problem with me wanting to take you to bed."

"Well that's direct."

"Not really. And it's nothing you haven't figured out for yourself already."

"It's academic anyway. I'm not going to go to bed with you." She finished her drink.

"Another Mai Tai?" I gestured at the barman without waiting for her reply.

"Ok. But the answer will still be no."

"Duly noted. Plan B then." What I actually noted was that her nipples were more prominent than they had been. Talking about sleeping with me had woken them. Should I take that as a positive sign?

"Plan B?" She looked wary.

"I'll just have to settle for imagining fucking you while I jerk off in the shower, later." Now that was direct.

"That's not nice. In fact, Parry, that's not only not nice, it's... its incredibly disrespectful too. I'm not just an object for you to drool over. I'm a person; I have feelings, desires, opinions of my own. I... I..." Her hand hovered in the air while she decided whether or not to slap me.

"Do you own a vibrator?" I risked making the slap-or-no-slap decision for her.

"What?" She raised her voice. Now she was really angry. The only reason she was still in front of me was that she wanted to retort before walking out.

"One of my girlfriends has this theory about objectification. She says women complain about how men objectify them but two out of three women in America own a plastic penis and don't realize that that toy is objectifying men far more completely than pictures of naked girls in magazines. She says that at least the porn models are still whole people, not just a disembodied vagina." I gave Katherina a synopsis of B's thesis.

"That's... rubbish." Her hand dropped though.

"Is it? So phallic objectification is ok but fantasizing about all of you is wrong?"

"Yes...No..."

"So? Do you own a toy penis?" I wasn't about to let the subject drop.

"Yes... I can't believe I'm telling you that." It was the first hint of embarrassment I'd seen from her. It was another cute look for her.

"And you've never imagined it was some guy you couldn't have?"

"...Ok... yes."

"So? Is it so wrong of me to think about you that way?"

"It's just... You're not supposed to tell people shit like that. It's... perverse."

"And if I hadn't admitted it, the thought would never have crossed your mind?" I knew damned well it would. Girls who look like her and dress like her know exactly how they make men think.

"Ok, I'd probably have figured it out for myself, but..."

"So I didn't tell you anything you didn't already know. All I did was eliminate any doubt. And Katharina?"

"Yes?"

"If you're so grossed out by my honesty, how come your nipples are still erect?" I played my trump card.

"Oh my god!" She glanced down, saw the truth of it and her hands flew to cover them.

"And I'll bet you anything you like that your pussy is moist too."

"Do you always talk to women like this?" Katharina's hands dropped from her breasts. It was too late to cover up anyway and holding her breasts was just drawing more attention to them. 

"Only when I'm sure I'm right." I reached out to touch her belly, just above her sarong.

"Hey!" She slapped my hand away.

"Ok." I stopped trying to touch her. "I have to go anyway. If you change your mind, you know where to find me." I stood up, well aware that my erection was noticeable inside my linen trousers. I was pleased that Katharina took the opportunity to notice it.

"I won't." She sounded adamant.

"Goodbye then." I offered her my hand.

"Goodbye." She ignored my hand. 

I gave up, settled my bar tab and left, heading back up the beach to the bungalow and that Plan B. 

A few years ago, Plan B would have been Plan A. Back in the day, I was a faithful husband, a doting father and a conscientious accountant. My daughter changed all that when she seduced me and dragged me into a hedonistic underworld of her own devising. I say 'dragged', but I freely confess I went willingly wherever Helen led me. 

Back in the day, I'd have noticed Katharina the way you notice the sun: a quick glance then look away. Helen taught me to be much more honest about my desires. Sometimes it works, sometimes not, but either way, life in Helen's world is much more entertaining. 

* * * * *

The buzzer on the front door sounded. I got out of the shower soaking wet and seriously tumescent and walked through to the lobby to answer it. A glance at the CCTV showed that it was Katharina so I discarded the towel I'd wrapped around my waist and answered the door butt naked.

"Ten minutes." I made a point of looking at the clock on the wall. I'd been home just under ten minutes. I stepped back, holding the door wide open for her to enter. 

"Did I interrupt something?" Katharina stepped inside, looking me up and down, mainly down. 

"Only Plan B." I smiled but she didn't notice. Her attention was elsewhere. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Good. You shouldn't take me for granted."

"I didn't. I won't." I closed the door and reached out to touch her belly again. This time she didn't slap my hand.

"You were right." She said, looking up right into my eyes.

"About this?" I pushed my fingers down the front of her sarong and inside her bikini bottoms. When my hand resurfaced, my fingers were slick with moisture. I sucked them. "Mmm. I love being right." I'd also been pleased to encounter just the thinnest strip of pubic hair in the course of my exploration.

"Do you have anything to drink?" Katharina's fingers were curling around my hard-on now. I got the distinct impression she wasn't disappointed by what she was holding.

"Sure. C'mon through." I eased her hand away and held onto it, leading her through to the lounge. "Wine or beer? I don't mix cocktails I'm afraid."

"Wine will be fine." She wandered around, looking at the pictures on the wall while I opened a bottle of something dark red and almost certainly very expensive. The wine cellar had been stocked by Mr Kruppa Senior, who fancied himself as something of a connoisseur.

"They're my employer's work." I explained the presence of the pictures. I'd brought a crateful of Eric's private collection with me and hung them the first night here. The more conventional art that his father had decorated the place with had already been packed for shipment back to the States, where it would be appraised, valued and either auctioned off or put in storage.

"Who's this? Thanks." Katharina asked about one of the prints as I handed her a glass.

"My wife, Meg." I'd only brought 'family' pictures with me. The one we were looking at was Meg impaled on Moby, Eric's prodigious penis."

"Your wife? But that's not you." She did a double take of my erection, comparing it to the gargantuan phallus Meg was stretched around.

"Oh that." I tried to sound casual. "That's Eric, my boss. He likes to fuck my wife occasionally. That's why she won't mind what we get up to." I took the opportunity to pull open the knots at the nape of her neck and just below her shoulder blades, freeing those delightfully full breasts at last. She shrugged off the now redundant bikini top without comment. I admired her tits again, feeling my hard-on twitch with renewed interest.

"And this one?" Katharina turned her attention to the next picture. I turned my attention to the over tightened knot at the side of her sarong.

"That one is me." I didn't need to look at it. It was one of my favourite pictures, which is why I'd given it pride of place over the mantelpiece. The knot succumbed to my strong fingers and Katharina's sarong dropped to the floor. I got my first decent view of her ass, perfectly tanned and delightfully rounded. Her thong was a distraction for only a few seconds because two bows didn't take long to pull apart. The scrap of fabric slid easily enough from between her legs, leaving her as naked as me.

"And your wife?" Katharina ignored the removal of her clothes.

"No. That's one of Eric's girlfriends." It was actually Helen, but I wasn't about to admit that it was my own daughter's ass I was halfway up in the picture. Like I said, these prints were 'family' pictures.

"And she lets you do that?" Katharina sounded a little surprised but my hand was easing its way between her buttocks in search of her own ass and she wasn't trying to stop it.

"They all do." I boasted. "Eric has three girlfriends at the moment."

"I was right about you being perverse." Katharina turned to face me at last. I pulled her to me, trapping my hard-on between us.

"Yes, you were. That makes us both right. Now can I please fuck you?" without waiting for an answer, I bent to kiss her, feeling her mouth open against mine. It was a great first kiss.

Her tongue danced around mine and she pressed herself harder against me, the heat of her body producing a sheen of sweat between us that only made us slippery. Her nipples rubbed against the hair on my chest and made her moan with lust. My fingers finally reached her ass, massaging the tight knot of muscle there. 

Katharina moved her arms so they were around my neck then she lifted her legs to circle my hips. "Do you have any condoms?" She pulled her mouth off mine and looked serious for a moment.

"Lots." I carried her through to the master bedroom. "Lubricant too, If you need it."

"Just a condom will do." She kissed me again as I lowered her onto the edge of the bed. "You're not getting in there." She meant her ass. At least I assumed that's what she meant.

"Will you do the honours?" I opened the bedside cabinet drawer and fished out a condom, handing it to her. If I have to wear a rubber -- and I do, whenever I'm fucking away from home -- I always prefer to have it put on for me.

Katharina had deft fingers. I was skinned up in seconds, then she lowered herself backwards until she was horizontal, caressing her tits and spreading her thighs wide. 

I think she was expecting me to get on top of her but I had other ideas. I dropped to my knees to get my first proper look at her pussy. It was, as those delightful flowers go, a very pretty example. Smooth and brown, except for the finger wide stripe of black hair that adorned her mons veneris, she had neat little lips that glistened with moisture already. Parting them gently with my thumbs made her moan softly and drew her inner labia into a perfect upside-down V, surmounted by the tiny button of her clitoris, darker than her already dark flesh. Looking at pussy is good: tasting pussy is generally better and I hadn't come this far just to look. I stuck my tongue right into her tight hole, probing at least an inch into her body and being rewarded with a mouthful of her pungent, aromatic juices. There was an unfamiliar spiciness to her that I found distinctly to my liking. I lapped at her hungrily, clamping my mouth against her sensitive flesh and pressing my tongue as far as I could into her. She writhed, pushing her hips against my face, trying to get me further inside her body. 

Her clit came under fire next, making her buck and lift her hips off the bed as my lips closed around the sensitive nub as it peeked out of it's hood, swelling with her arousal. I flicked at it with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the way it acted on her like an electric shock, making her jerk and gasp. It swelled even more under my caresses and was soon big enough to actually suck on like a nipple. That was all it took. Katharina trembled and sighed as her first orgasm washed through her.

"Ayyyy..." She wailed as she strove to push her entire crotch into my mouth and I struggled to keep my tongue against her clit, scouring it with my taste buds to our mutual delight. When she finally stopped shaking and settled her ass back on the bed, I freed her clit from it's incarceration between my lips and returned my attention to the dark, musky hole of her vagina, finding a whole fresh supply of her juices to gorge myself on. I could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm making her pussy throb as I probed and lapped up her secretions. I didn't stop licking her until all those tremors had subsided and she lay motionless and breathing heavily with the exhaustion and satiation of a truly satisfying orgasm.

Only then did I mount her, guiding my sheathed hard-on into her swollen, quivering flesh. She was tight and I had to go slowly, but I've never minded that. Her knees shifted and lifted until she could cross her ankles over my butt. That got me even deeper inside her, or so it felt. I eased back then thrust forward, making her gasp. 

I silenced her with my mouth over hers. Her tongue dove past mine as she returned my passionate kiss with interest, savouring the faint aftertaste of her orgasm. 

My hands mauled her soft tits, trapping her hard nipples between my fingers and making her moan into my mouth. If it hurt her, it only made her kiss me harder and jiggle her ass under me. I took that as an invitation to more of the same, twisting those sensitive teats harder. Her hips bucked under mine; setting a pace I had to work to keep up. So work I did: fucking her as hard and as fast as I could manage, our bodies sliding easily against each other, lubricated by our sweat.

When her pulsing pussy clenched like a hand around my hard-on and she started to tremble, clinging to me, it was the final straw. With one final, might thrust into the depths of her vagina I came, pumping hot jism into the tip of the condom. God! It felt good to share an orgasm. 

* * * * *

"Incredible!" Katharina lay back on the bed, letting our sweat dry on her skin.

"Thank you." I felt pretty good hearing that. "You were pretty incredible yourself." I remembered my manners just in time.

"Not you.... Ok, you, but not the sex... It's incredible that I'm lying here at all. We only met -- what? -- less than two hours ago and you really made a bad first impression."

"It couldn't have been so bad. You are here, after all."

"And that's what's incredible." She turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. Middle aged, mainly grey and wheezing enough to make paramedics seem like a possibility. I'd put a lot of effort into trying to impress Katharina. 

"You don't usually do this sort of thing?" I prompted her.

"Never. I don't go for older guys at all and like I told you, you made a really bad first impression."

"You just thought that at the time but I saw how your nipples responded back in the bar. The lady in you was affronted but the woman in you was aroused. You liked being desired and you came here because I so obviously desired you."

"Actually, I came here to return your panama hat. You left it on the bar."

"Oh." What could I say to that? My bubble was burst.

"Yeah." She lay back down, staring at the ceiling. "Like I said...incredible."

"What can I say? Thank you... for returning my hat." I laughed at the incongruity.

"You're welcome." Katharina had to laugh too.

"I still think you were pretty incredible." I was just being nice. With B, Helen and Kelsey to play with as well as my lovely wife, I have rather high expectations and straight sex with a rubber isn't exactly anything to write home to the family about: Not to my family anyway.

"You did all the work." Katharina rolled on top of me, pressing me back against the pillows and kissing me passionately. I took that as a good review. "And you know how good you were without me bolstering your ego, don't you?"




Business and Pleasure



"I guess so. I don't think you were faking." I knew she hadn't faked anything.

"I wasn't... Parry?"

"Yes?"

"Are you really rich and powerful?"

"No. I'm just here to fix the plumbing. That's just a line I use to get girls."

"I'm serious." She wasn't smiling anymore.

"Well then... seriously?... I'm powerful and I control a lot of money but I'm not personally that rich. Does it matter?" I kind of hoped not. Nobody likes to hear that they only got laid because they could afford it.

"No. I just wondered if you'd been truthful." 

"From the moment I told you that you had great tits. What are your plans for the rest of this week?"

"Work, in about three hours."

"What do you do?"

"Now you ask? I'm a student, but I have a part-time job as an orderly at the hospital."

"So call in sick. Stay here with me. We'll find somewhere nice for dinner, I'll prove to you that I can actually be charming and you can let me seduce you all over again, the old fashioned way." It was a plan.

"I can't. I need the money." She looked genuinely sorry to have to turn me down.

"How much do you earn? In a week?"

"About $200 US." She said it almost apologetically, embarrassed at the minimum wage level of her earnings in these plush surroundings.

"For cleaning up in a hospital?" I reached for my wallet.

"Hey! I'm not a hooker!" She looked affronted as I pulled out four $50 dollar bills. She pushed herself away from me and sat upright. Her tits really did look spectacular. They had my attention again.

"No. You're a cleaner and I'm paying you to clean up around here instead. There are regular cleaners but I can't expect them to deal with biologically hazardous waste like that." I pointed at the discarded condom on the floor. "For that, I need a professional."

"You're going to pay me to pick up your condoms?" She was incredulous.

"$200 a day. But I expect you to keep your patient clean too. You do bed baths, yes?"

"And is there a uniform?" She was warming to the idea.

"You're wearing it. $200 a day to be my naked maid. Deal?"

"Deal." She took the bills, bounced to her feet, making her tits jiggle most enticingly, and walked slowly around the foot of the bed, bending from the waist to retrieve the condom. Her ass looked very inviting, with those sticky lips pursed beneath it, between her firm thighs. She seemed to have a good understanding of her duties. I stroked my rapidly rising cock while I watched her delightful ass sway out of the room.

She returned with a damp face cloth to wipe my still sticky hard-on and the hand that had been maintaining its temper. She took a lot of time making sure my cock was completely clean. Anyone would think she had OCD. I relaxed and let her take as much time as she wanted. I was paying her to be thorough after all. 

"Parry?"

"Hmm?" I'd been daydreaming about her dark little ass hole. Dark flesh was a novelty to me. The last time I had the pleasure was in Antigua.

"Do you like blow jobs?" She asked a really dumb question. Who doesn't like getting head?

"Hate them. I can't stand the feeling that I'm about to gag when guys push their cocks to the back of my throat." A dumb question deserves a dumb answer.

"Ok." Katharina let go of my hard-on and took the face cloth back to the bathroom. My bluff had been called. I made a mental note to avoid sarcasm in future. "Where are you taking me for dinner?" Her voice carried from the bathroom over the faint sound of her bladder being emptied. 

"This is your city. I was hoping you'd have some suggestions." I raised my voice in reply. "What's the best restaurant in San Jose? My employer regards anything spent seducing girls as a legitimate business expense." It wasn't far from the truth. Eric wouldn't even bother wondering who'd paid the bills. I handle all that for him already. Eric's money is so available to me that I have a lower salary than any of the divisional CEOs under me. I have no credit cards of my own anymore and I only own a car because Helen bought me one for my birthday out of her immoral earnings. Actually, she'd worked out that it was entirely paid for by Francis Deerborne, her most perverse client (apart from me). Our family home was always in Meg's name. We've kept it because my daughter grew up there and we're sentimental about the place.

"-to a place like that." Katharina was back, settling beside me on the bed and resuming her manual control of my cock. 

"Pardon? I was miles away." And in the presence of so much pulchritude, my inattention was unforgivable.

"I said I don't have anything to wear to a place like that."

"So? There are dress shops in this city. Yes?" 

"Yes but-"

"No buts. Cinderella, you shall go to the ball! Just as soon as you've finished polishing my magic wand." I reached into the bedside drawer for another condom. 

This time, she was on top, which suited me just fine because gravity did such wonderful things to her breasts. I had to hold them tight to stop them swaying. Her nipples, like her labia and her anus, were really dark. I pinched them and rolled them between fingers and thumbs, making her gasp.

"Too hard?" I didn't want to spoil her mood.

"Not hard enough." She gasped, posting up and down my hard-on with reckless abandon. "Oh yes... You feel so big inside me." Her eyes were shut tight and her hands gripped at my pecs like claws as she fought for balance.

I took her at her word, squeezing her swollen nipples harder, kneading her tits roughly - almost bruisingly roughly -- only making her gasp and sigh all the more. I tried pulling them, stretching her nipples away from her body until they sprang from my grip. That only made her fuck me harder. It was getting difficult to concentrate. I hoped she was close to coming because I knew I was.

"More... She breathed as her hips slammed down repeatedly against mine. Her pussy was pulsing around my hard-on now as she started to climax. I pinched her nipples again, this time as hard as I could, pulling on them until she cried out. 

"Ayeeee!... Yes...Oh yessss!... I'm coming..." 

In the velvet grip of her throbbing, pulsating pussy, I filled another condom with come.

* * * * *

"So tell me some more about you." We were in One of San Jose's best restaurants. Not the very best because Katharina had felt awkward about being a customer there after a several months working in the kitchens. Enough young girls turned to prostitution to make their tuition for that to be the assumption if she showed up on the arm of a wealthy foreigner. It made sense so we went elsewhere.

"What do you want to know?" She looked spectacular in the dress I'd bought her. Having watched her getting into it, I knew there was nothing but her under that clinging fabric and that, as much as her spectacular cleavage, was keeping me hard. 

"Well to start with, what are you studying?" I recalled she'd mentioned being a student.

"Biology. I can name every bone in your body. Want to hear them?"

"I know that song already. The foot bone's connected to the leg bone..." I got a look from her of withering scorn. "Ok. You can show off your brains later. Tonight, I really want to know more about you."

"Well, let's see... you already know my dress size; what I look like naked... That I spent a lot of my childhood in the States... " She continued to catalogue what I'd already gleaned, trying to decide what she should tell me.

"Birthmarks?" I'd noticed one just above her belly button while she was bouncing on my lap, earlier.

"You noticed my tulip?" She looked right at me. A man could spend a happy lifetime looking back at a gaze like that.

"Above your navel? Is that what you call it? Your tulip?"

"When I was little, I thought it looked like a tulip. I guess it doesn't... not really."

"Well I thought it was very pretty. I may even have said so, but something else demanded my attention." Her breasts had been demanding my attention since the moment I set eyes on her.

"I remember." She casually touched one nipple through the fabric of her dress. "They're still tender from the tweaks you gave them." 

"Sorry." I thought I'd pinched them far more than usually roughly and she called them tweaks?

"No. I like it. Guys here are really not into BDSM. Mostly, they freak if I even ask them to hurt me a little."

"I understand that. Not so long ago, I'd have freaked too."

"But not any more?" There was a peculiar hunger in her expression.

"Well, I live in a household full of very kinky girls..." Which, if understatement was an Olympic event, would have won me gold.

"Do any of them call you Daddy?" It was a penetrating question.

"Often." I owned up, not mentioning that one of them has been calling me that all her life.

"And that turns you on. Right?"

"Of course it does. It turns them on too. I think most men my age have fantasies about girls young enough to be their daughters and most girls have fantasies about father figures. I'm just lucky enough to be living the dream." And I've long since given up being ashamed of my great good fortune.

"And they're into BDSM?" She got back on subject.

"Helen's into anything and everything. B probably would be if I asked her to, but I've never had the desire to spank her. Kelsey? Probably not: Her big thing is acting like she's still a virgin. She loves to playact that it's her first time and she really doesn't know what 'Daddy' is doing down there."

"And your wife?"

"Meg? I've never raised a hand to her in all our years, not even in my imagination."

"Will you spank me?" She blurted it out, finally getting to the point.

"If you're naughty enough to warrant it." I know how this game is played. Helen's taught me well.

"I'm sure I'll be very naughty... Later." There was a twinkle of anticipation in her eyes and her nipples looked just a little more prominent.

"Later. But you were supposed to be telling me more about yourself." I still wanted a bit of background on Katharina.

"And if I don't tell you? Is that naughty of me?" She was still fixated on that game.

"Ok. Since I can't beat your life story out of you in a restaurant, tell me your favourite fantasy." I wondered just how adventurous Katharina was.

"Now that's a much better question." Those deep brown eyes twinkled again and her voice dropped to a whisper. 

* * * * *

I'm lying on the beach under a full moon. I'm the only one there, or so I think. I'm naked and the tide is coming in, lapping at my feet. They're quite wide apart because my fingers are between my legs. I love to touch myself and it's so much sexier to do it where I might be caught in the act. 

My fingers are so slippery with my juices. I shaved this morning and my pussy's really sensitive. It was so sensitive that I made a wet spot on my bikini just from walking down the beach this afternoon, with the fabric rubbing my soft skin and giving me such a sweet little thrill. I could see boys glancing at the front of my bikini, pulled tight up against my lips. It turns me on, knowing guys are looking at the outline of my pussy and getting hard for me. I wonder how many of them could see that wet spot? 

Lying here, naked in the moonlight, I remember their faces: The lust in their eyes. I know they wanted to fuck me. I imagine them at home now, thinking about the girl with the wet spot between her legs and pulling on themselves. 

I rub my pussy harder, thinking about all the pearly come that'll be spilled for me tonight. I wish they were all here with me now, watching me touch myself and jacking off over me. I want to feel their come raining down all over me. I want it in my hair, on my face, over my tits, splashing across my belly and my thighs, glistening like pearls all over my body.

I spread my legs even wider for them to see better as I finger fuck myself to climax after climax by moonlight until the rising tide covers me, washing away all their come.

Just as the water reaches my face, their strong hands lift me from the sea, foam dripping from me like Venus as they carry me up the beach, away from the lapping waves and the cool, salt water. 

I'm helpless as a dozen or more men hold me by my arms and legs, taking turns fucking me. Some of them prefer to come in my mouth, some in my pussy, some even fuck my ass. I just come and come as they fill me with their hard, hot cocks.

When they've finished, I'm left alone on the beach again. Watching the bright moon drift across the sky and gently massaging my sore, much used pussy. Periodically, I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting the salt of their come all over again. 

As the sky starts to brighten, I get up and go into the sea to wash myself, then I walk back home along the beach, letting the breeze dry my skin. It's cool enough to make me shiver but I don't care. I don't even care when an old man, walking his dog, sees me naked and starts rubbing himself through his pants. I just smile at him and carry on walking.

* * * * *

"Thank you for dinner." Katharina was arm in arm with me as we walked from the road, the few hundred feet to the bungalow.

"Thank you. It's always more pleasant to have company than it is to dine alone." I was sincere in that. The worst part of business travel is the number of meals I eat on my own.

"Are you going to invite me in for coffee? And seduce me the old fashioned way?" 

"That was my plan... before I found out what a wayward wench you are."

"So what are we going to do?" She hugged my arm tight, pressing her tits against me.

"I'm going to get myself a glass of brandy and a deck chair."

"And?"

"And you're going to take off that lovely dress and follow me down to the water so I can enjoy my brandy while I watch you masturbate." I figured that since her fantasy was so submissive and she'd professed an interest in BDSM, I should start acting like I was in charge. I let go of her arm, opened the door and followed her inside. She didn't say a word about my plans.

I poured myself a large brandy and went out onto the veranda to pick up a deck chair. I was halfway down the beach when I heard her behind me. 

"You're really gonna make me...?" She was naked but looked a lot less confident than the girl she'd described in her fantasy.

"Yes." I looked around us. We had the sand to ourselves but there were plenty of lights on in the bungalows overlooking the beach. Still, the tide was quite far out at the moment so it'd take more than a naked eye to see that Katharina was naked. I picked a spot a few feet shy of the wet sand line, flicked open the deck chair and made myself comfortable. I sipped my brandy and looked at Katharina, nervous and naked. I waited for her to realize I wasn't kidding around.

A long moment passed before she moved a muscle. Then, accepting this was really going to happen, she moved to lie down by my feet, parted legs facing out to sea, hand tentatively reaching between her thighs to stroke and manipulate her labia. Her eyes were closed and she didn't really seem into what she was doing. I waited. I watched. 

She started to warm to her work, moving her fingers less mechanically as the sensations she was creating made her less inhibited. When she started to moan softly, I reminded her she was not alone.

"Make yourself come." I was getting quite into this game. My hard-on was uncomfortable but I didn't want to whip it out here. That would undermine my control over her. Possibly the most arousing thing, for me, was her embarrassment. B wouldn't bat an eyelid if I asked her to masturbate in public, nor Helen: They've both done it a lot, actually. Katharina though? Her body language said this was her first time and that inflamed me. I wondered just how far I could push the whole sub/dom scenario.

She was really getting into her fingers now. And her fingers were really getting into her. Above the quiet lapping of the waves, a yard or so from her feet, I could clearly hear the slurping, sticky sound of three fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. She was working up a sweat too. There was only a half moon but, even that faint light made her bronze skin seem gilded with the sheen of perspiration. 

"Tomorrow, I'm going to buy you a new bikini." I started to talk to her. "One that's too small for you so your pussy is barely covered. Tomorrow night, you'll know there are boys all over San Jose, wanking because of you." I watched her hand speed up even more as I reiterated her fantasy for her. As I finished, she arched off the sand, gasping and frantically rubbing at her clitoris as she came.

"Yes... I'll be so wet... Yessss!... Ayeeee!" I let her enjoy her orgasm as long as it lasted, finishing my brandy while she fingered herself gently through the aftershocks and that quiet fugue state that follows all good orgasms.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked her.

"Very much... I... I've never done it before...been naked on the beach."

"Really?" I wasn't actually surprised. "The girls I live with love getting off in public. Beaches, buses, picnic spots, anywhere."

"Buses?" Katharina sounded incredulous.

"Yes. I'll tell you all about it some time. Now though, I'd like you to suck my cock." I strove for a balance of polite request and blunt language. "I want to come on your face." I'd much rather come in her mouth and watch her swallow it, but I was referencing her fantasy.

Katharina knelt between my knees and unzipped my pants, pulling my very ready cock out. She closed her mouth around it without hesitation and went to work on the underside of my glans, caressing the sensitive skin with the rough side of her tongue. I relaxed into my seat, sipped the last of my brandy and watched my pale cock sliding into her dark face by moonlight. She had reasonable technique and I was thoroughly enjoying her work when my mobile phone started buzzing in my pocket. The ring tone identified it as a family call, so I decided to answer it.

"Hi." I held the phone to my ear. "Carry on." I instructed Katharina, who'd stopped sucking me when I answered the call. 

"Carry on?" It was Helen.

"Not you sweetheart. I'm getting head. Just a moment..." I looked down at the girl between my knees. "Katharina, I asked you to continue." I held her gaze until she realized I meant it and started to suck me again. "Good girl." 

"Daddy? Whose giving you head?" Helen asked in my ear.

"Hi Sweetheart. I met a very nice girl today. We've just been out to dinner."

"And her name's Catarina?"

"Katharina." I corrected Helen's mispronunciation. "She's a Biology student and a very good fellatrix." I'd noticed Katharina was making a lot more effort since I started talking to Helen. She really did seem to get off on being submissive. As she had to be listening, I made sure she knew I appreciated her efforts.

"Where are you? You sound like you're outside." Helen asked me.

"On the beach. She's been showing me how much she likes to masturbate." I wondered how Katharina would react to my indiscretion. She didn't. No reaction at all.

"What a dirty old man you are!"

"Disrespect like that will earn you a spanking... just as soon as I get home. Did you call for a reason?"

"I thought you might be lonely and feel the need for a little phone-sex, but I can see I underestimated my darling Daddy."

"All the same, that was very thoughtful... Can we chat later?" I was having difficulty concentrating on the phone. Katharina had me on the brink of coming.

"Sure thing Daddy. B's just got home. I'll go fuck her instead."

"Always a good idea. Goodnight Sweetheart."

"Goodnight Daddy. Enjoy your new toy." Helen hung up, leaving me with that thought. 

Katharina's hands were busy too. One cupped and massaged my balls while the other pumped the base of my cock in time with the bobbing of her head. She had her eyes closed and looked blissfully happy. I briefly wondered if I could come in her mouth but I decided against it this time.




Business and Pleasure



"Oh that's good." I offered what encouragement I could, noting how husky my voice sounded. I was very close. "Oh... I'm gonna come..." I gave her a second's warning, no more, before I felt that familiar surge of pressure and tightening of my balls. 

Katharina pulled her face back just in time, her hand becoming a blur as she pumped my twitching cock and my come splashed across her cheek, shining palely in the moonlight.

"Oh yesss..." I caught the bridge of her nose with my second, much weaker, shot and that was me spent. I breathed heavily while I looked at her come-spattered smile. "Thank you." I managed.

For answer, she popped my cock back into her mouth, licking the last dribble of come from its tip. The caress of her tongue so soon after coming made me moan with the almost painful sensitivity of my cock. She really was a good fellatrix.

"Shall I wash myself now?" Katharina asked, just as soon as she'd finished cleaning my cock, which was softening despite her tender ministrations. Her tone was demure. Clearly, she wanted me to be in charge, even though she was acting out parts of her own fantasy.

"Yes." I knew she wanted to so I gave her my permission. I was quite warming to my role as boss-of-her. "But put that away first."

Silently, she tucked my wilted cock away, fastened my pants then got up off her knees and walked into the sea. The tide had come in further while she'd been getting me off and the wavelets were only inches from my deckchair.

She walked out until the water reached her mid thigh, then squatted down and rinsed her face. While she was cleaning off my come, I folded my chair and started back up the beach to the bungalow. 

Humiliation games are a part of the whole BDSM scene but I knew that Katharina was into a little punishment too. I reached the Veranda wondering if she'd been naughty enough to earn a spanking? I decided the answer to that was yes. She was about to become only the second victim of my firm right hand, just as soon as she got here. That wasn't going to be long. I could see her walking up the shore as I contemplated her punishment.

When she arrived at the bungalow, I was waiting for her on the veranda, trying to look stern.

* * * * *

"I'm sorry for walking naked on the beach, Daddy." Katharina sobbed as the flat of my hand came down hard on her quivering and, by now quite reddened, buttock. "I'm sorry... for touching myself, Daddy." She said, barely audible over her sobs. My hand came down hard on her other cheek, making her moan. 

I let my hand linger on her tenderised flesh, feeling the heat there. With my fingertips, I just brushed over her closed labia, noting the moisture. She was certainly getting turned on by her ordeal: which was good. I'd decided that since, in a predominantly Catholic country, she'd be used to confessing her sins to 'father', that she should confess to me while I 'punished' her as instant penance. She'd tried calling me Master but that's just too cheesy and I'm used to being called Daddy so I let call me that instead. Besides, I like to fantasize about fucking my daughter... On those rare occasions when I can't actually fuck my daughter, that is.

"I'm sorry I sucked your cock, Daddy...Ooooh!" She writhed as my hand caught her across both cheeks. This time, my fingers trailed over her darkly puckered ass. I'd had a perfect opportunity to view that tiny hole since Katharina assumed the position over my lap and, being very anally fixated, I'd taken full advantage of that opportunity. I wondered how long it would be before...

"I'm sorry I peed in the ocean, Daddy... Aaayeee!" As my next slap caught the tops of her thighs, she squirmed so much she nearly dislodged herself and wailed as I grabbed hold of her very well smacked ass to keep her on my lap.

"I'm sorry I got sand on the veranda, Daddy." That was the safe word. I stopped. Katharina hadn't wanted a safe word at all but I'd insisted and, after all, I was supposed to be in charge, right?

"And let that be a lesson to you." I helped her stand up. She was very wobbly after maintaining a stress position for so long: far longer than I'd expected her to. Longer even than Helen usually endures, and my darling daughter really doesn't use safe words.

"Thank you, Daddy." She whispered through her sniffles. Her face was puffy and moist with tears and her nose was running. I'd been quite hard on her bottom. She was smiling too though, so I guessed she'd got what she wanted from the experience. I kissed away her tears and the clear, salty mucus on her top lip before kissing her 'properly' and finding out just how much she had got from being spanked. She tried to devour my tongue. Her kiss was so frenetic, so passionate; it felt like she was trying to get my entire face into her mouth. 

I stroked her incredibly warm ass, making her moan into my mouth and kiss me even more ardently. She was on fire: Her buttocks even felt like they were. I wanted her so much at that moment. It's a side of my character I've come to terms with only because Helen has gone to great lengths to make me feel its ok to hurt her a little as long as I love her a lot. Right now I wanted nothing more than to take Katharina to bed and show her just how gentle I can be, but first, she needed a shower to get rid of the sand and the seawater.

* * * * *

"I've never been so thoroughly washed by a man before." Katharina was leaning against the wall of the shower, standing on one foot with the other raised so I, kneeling in front of her, could work shower gel between her toes and make sure there wasn't a single grain of sand left anywhere on her body.

"Really? In my household, washing each other is commonplace."

"I like it." She put her foot down and raised the other.

"Good, because it's likely to happen again." I'd started at her shoulders and meticulously soaped, rinsed and examined, every square inch of her. The sand had got everywhere, providing a reasonable excuse for my scrutiny. Not that any excuse was needed: I was in charge here. Katharina was good at being obedient, even when my odyssey took me to some very sore territory.

"Ayee!" She momentarily lost her balance and accidentally pressed her very tender backside against the tiles, making herself wince.

"Turn around." I put down her foot and let her turn away from me. Still kneeling, I was at the ideal height to make a second inspection of my handiwork. Her buttocks positively glowed and, holding my hands just shy of touching her, I could feel the heat rising from those rosy globes. The colouring was pretty even but a few finger marks were still clearly discernable. I rested my palms gently on her ass, feeling her glutes tense at the contact, then relax again because it was less uncomfortable to be relaxed. "Would you like me to kiss it better?"

"Yes." She knew it wasn't really a question. She was my slave tonight.

"Then ask me to." I wanted to hear her say it. More power play, but to good purpose. Kissing a girl's ass is usually considered submissive, but if Katharina begs me too, then it's her submission, not mine.

"Please, Daddy... Please kiss my ass better." She got just the right tone of contrition into her voice. I pressed my lips gently to her butt cheeks. First one then the other, gently kissing all the tender places: back and forth between them, closing in steadily on the centre.

"Bend over." I moved back a little to give her room to bend at the hips. My next kiss found its mark. My tongue darted out instantly to tickle the puckered skin around her anus. 

"Ayee!" This time it was shock that made her cry out, she straightened up quickly.

"Is this how you obey me?" I asked, standing up, glad to be off my knees for a while anyway. My cock was hard again, which I was privately impressed with after today's demands, and I affected a stern tone.

"I'm sorry... Daddy..." She looked truly sorry too, but I was really into character by now.

"Perhaps you haven't learned your lesson after all?" I punctuated the question with a sharp clap of my hands that made her jump.

"Please Daddy... I..."

"Yes?" I waited for her defence, knowing she wouldn't have one.

"I... Its..." She either couldn't find the words or wouldn't say them. I decided to help.

"Its dirty? Embarrassing?"

"Yes Daddy." Her eyes dropped demurely, or was she looking at my bobbing hard-on?

"Didn't I wash you thoroughly?" I had. I'd paid a lot of attention to cleaning between her legs and, this being Eric's house, I'd brought a supply of antibacterial shower gel for just such occasions. In fact, Meg had packed a whole suitcase full of requisites on the grounds that, sooner or later, the girls would find their way here and Helen and B aren't ones to plan such things too far in advance. 

"Yes Daddy."

"And if you're embarrassed, it's because you haven't yet learned humility." I paused to allow her to respond, taking a moment to stroke my hard-on, making damned sure it had her attention.

"Yes Daddy."

"Punishment teaches obedience. Humiliation teaches humility. Not so?"

"Yes Daddy." She swallowed hard, perhaps anticipating another spanking because of all this talk of punishment.

"Then we shall try again." I used my patient, teaching voice. "Turn around." I waited for her to turn her back. She bent over again without further prompting. "Now what do you have to say to me?" 

"Please Daddy... Kiss my ass better." She said it so softly it was only just audible over the plash of water from the shower. 

I smiled, though she couldn't see my face, then I knelt again, holding her buttocks gently so as not to hurt her as I eased them apart to further expose her ass hole. This time, she only tensed slightly as I caressed it with my tongue. I teased her tiny sphincter until she relaxed to it.

"Oh... Mmm..." She got over her shame as the sensations of her first rim job started to kindle a different sort of warmth in her nether regions: a much more pleasant warmth than the tortured heat in her buttocks. 

I ran a finger along her smooth labia, checking for moisture. She was slippery despite being so recently and thoroughly washed by me, so I knew she was actually enjoying her 'humiliation'. That lubricated finger replaced my tongue, pressing against the tiny, dark knot of muscle until she got the message and relaxed entirely, letting it slip past her defences. I could probably have replaced that finger with my hard-on right there and then, but I had other plans. I stood up, keeping my finger two knuckles deep in her tightest hole.

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Time for bed, I think." I withdrew my finger and stepped out of the shower. When Katharina followed me out, I was waiting with the largest towel available, which I wrapped her in then rubbed her gently dry. "Now go to bed. I won't be long." I patted her ass ever so gently to move her towards the door. I was still stark naked and soaking wet.

"Yes Daddy." She left me alone.

It didn't take long to dry myself then I found her, lying on her side, curled up in bed. I turned out the lights and slipped between the sheets, moving up against her until my persistent hard-on touched the backs of her thighs, slightly sore from a few poorly aimed smacks earlier. A little pressure on her shoulder persuaded her onto her back and her legs parted without any further encouragement, inviting me into her body.

I moved over her, taking my weight on my arms and settling between her thighs.

"Condom?" I remembered at the last moment. I'm just not used to needing them.

For answer, Katharina's fingers curled around my bare cock and guided it to her vagina. 

I pushed gently into her, feeling her flesh sheathing mine without any barriers between us for the first time. 

Memory held up a flash card of the first time I'd made love to B, in a motel room in Boston, while Helen watched from the other bed and masturbated. That seemed so long ago now, but recalling that night at this moment made me slow right down: I made love to Katharina the way I'd made love to B that long ago night: the way I still do make love to B whenever I can. I was gentle, so gentle that her still tingling bottom didn't bother her, pressed against the cool sheets. After the overt exhibitionism of the beach and the ungentle role-play of her punishment and humiliation, this change of pace and demonstration of tenderness was greeted with passionate enthusiasm. 

Deep moans of pleasure punctuated deep kisses and even deeper, slow thrusts of my hips. She moved against me as I moved inside her and her muscles held me with that soft pressure that is the holy grail of love making: We fit perfectly together. 

Her hands roamed freely over my back, from shoulder blades to buttocks, holding me tightly against her warm, soft body, restricting how far I could withdraw before plunging into the oiled velvet grip of her pussy again and again and again. 

In a world full of kinkiness, such as mine is, this was still the thing I cherished most: the quiet, tender passion of true lovemaking. Only in this moment do I really feel in control of the woman I am with. Control in the sense that any fool can order a piano, say put it there, by the window, but only a virtuoso musician can make it sound as it was intended to. I am fortunate in that I can ask anything of any of my several lovers, but this, this simple, ancient tune, is me playing those instruments to the best of my ability. 

The low moans, soft sighs and occasional whimpers of pleasure I was eliciting from Katharina were a favourite song. 

Minutes or hours? It was more probably the former, though it felt like the latter. I had all the time in the world and all the stamina I could wish for after three strong orgasms since lunchtime. I played Katharina's body like that metaphorical piano, making her nervous system vibrate with passion and pleasure from the pianissimo overture, through the staccato second movement, to a fortissimo orgasmic crescendo and beyond, to the adagio coda as she clung to me through my own unspectacular climax.

I think we were both asleep before my softening penis shed its last pearly tear onto my thigh.

* * * * *

"Did you sleep well?" I'd been awake for an hour, watching Katharina drooling onto my chest as she slept: Unladylike maybe, but very cute. She was just squinting at the glare of daylight.

"Yes. What's the time?" She yawned. "Sorry." A needless apology as she remembered her manners just too late to cover her mouth. Like I gave a damn.

"Just after ten." And I'd already missed one meeting, which I also didn't care about, since I control the company. They can wait. Pleasure before business, always.

"Ten? I'm late." She sat up, startled into action.

"We already decided. You aren't going to work." I reminded her of our arrangement.

"But I have college."

"Not today." I made a long arm and picked up my phone, handing it to her. "Do you need to call anyone and tell them where you are?" She looked delightfully dishevelled. I was disinclined to get of bed, or let her out of bed, for at least another hour.

"Thanks." She took the phone and clambered out of our bed. The view of her pert ass, quite unblemished by last night's activities, as she headed out of the bedroom was some small recompense for being abandoned. 

Yielding to the inevitable, I got up too, admired my morning hard-on in the full-length mirror and went to the bathroom.

I'd just started showering when Katharina joined me. 

"That's my job." She took the shower gel dispenser from my hand. "Got to earn my $200 a day. Besides, you did as much for me last night."

"How's your bottom this morning? Sore?"

"Not a bit. I enjoyed last night a lot, but..." She was being very thorough with the soapy stuff. 

"But?"

"Well... when you did this..." Her soapy finger found my ass. "I was kind of expecting the rest of the evening to turn out differently."

"I thought we'd had enough kinkiness for one day. Maybe tonight, after I've spent the afternoon watching you flaunt that pretty bottom in the new bikini I promised you." I was thinking not maybe but definitely. 

"I thought you were joking about that!" She was 'washing' my hard-on. Her finger was still holding quite a lot of my attention.

"The bikini? No. I was serious." And I was watching her nipples getting visibly perkier so I didn't anticipate any real objections from Katharina.

"I suppose if I refuse, you'll use it as an excuse to spank me again." She knelt in front of me and kissed the end of my hard-on. 

"Quite possibly." I wasn't overly keen to play that game again. Spanking isn't actually one of my kinks and I could think of quite a few other games I'd prefer to involve Katharina in. 

"Would you like to come on my face again?" She changed the subject.

"Not now. I do actually have some work to do today." I didn't mention that I'm old enough to have to pace myself and that I wanted to save my strength for tonight.

"Oh." She looked surprised as she stood back up.

"I'll be about four hours. I want you to go and choose your own bikini and I'll come and find you on the beach when I get back." I kissed her hard, making sure she knew I was only turning down her offer with the greatest reluctance.

"Ok." She was mollified.

"And you know what sort of bikini I expect you to choose, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Now how about a towel?"

* * * * *

When I got back, about three o'clock, the bungalow was far tidier than I'd left it: There was fresh fruit on the table and the bed had been made. Katharina had definitely been earning her $200 a day. I dumped my briefcase and went onto the veranda to see if there was any sign of her. 

She wasn't hard to find. I could see her sunbathing on the same bit of beach she'd lain on last night, when I was being 'Daddy' and she was being a very rude girl. 

I went back to the kitchen for two tall glasses of lemonade -- she'd made a pitcher full and left it in the refrigerator -- then strolled down the beach to where she lay.

"Working hard?" I held a cold glass over her, letting a drop of icy condensation drip onto the small of her back.

"Ayee!" She rolled over quickly, onto her back. Her bikini top, untied to avoid tan lines, stayed on the towel beside her. She didn't seem to notice she was now topless. "Parry! Did you have a good day?" Katharina smiled radiantly. It's good to be so welcome in a young woman's world.

"A very good day. I have two more meetings tomorrow, then I can go home." I openly admired the very brief bikini she was half wearing. It was certainly too small for her, just as I'd requested. "Though I'm inclining towards the idea of staying a few days longer." 

"At last!" Katharina exclaimed with a mocking lilt in her voice. "I've found something to keep your eyes out of my breasts." She was referring to my unwavering attention to her barely covered labia.

"What can I say? I love camel toe." And Katharina had some delightfully conspicuous camel toe right now.

"I had to shave to wear this." She momentarily pushed the top edge of the tiny triangle of Lycra down to show me that she was now smooth and hairless. The flash was over in a flash.

"Well it certainly looks worthwhile staying a little longer in Costa Rica." I finally remembered to hand her a glass of lemonade.

"Thanks." She sipped it. 

My attention moved from one delightfully full pair of lips to another. I'd spent a fair few moments, today, regretting declining her offer of a blowjob. She had a most attractive mouth.

"Would you put some sun block on my back for me?" She rolled away from me, onto her front, propping herself up on her elbows so her bare breasts swung heavily under her. From the front, that new bikini was skimpy, from the back it was practically not there. 

"Of course." I knelt down, swapping my empty lemonade glass for a bottle of sunscreen. "I wouldn't want you to burn." I set to with the sunscreen.




Business and Pleasure



Somewhere in the back of her mind, Chrissy Newman had always known that she had, on some level, used her attractiveness to gain an advantage in her professional life. She would never freely admit it to herself, let alone anyone else, but deep down she knew that being young and flirtatious had helped her greatly in building her business.

At only 27-years-old she had managed to build her successful boutique marketing agency into a legitimately profitable enterprise, thanks in most part to her business savvy, but with some timely assistance from a little extra leg here and there or the occasional seductive glance. Things were going well -- the money was good and she was starting to enjoy the fruits of her labour, the finer things in life -- a flashy little sports car and a pricey condo with a waterfront view to start.

But then the recession hit. The economy went in the toilet and her clients cut way back on their marketing expenses. And no matter how much she wiggled her ass, signing new accounts was getting harder and harder. Prospects were drying up fast, but it was not until one of her best customers told her that they were considering cutting their quarterly spend with them by 50 percent that Chrissy started becoming desperate.

Almost immediately she began a full scale sales assault on the vice president of marketing of her big client. She knew that if they slashed their budget that significantly that she would be in serious trouble. Repeated emails and phone calls went unanswered and had her fearing the worst. Luckily for her, after almost two torturous weeks, she finally received the long awaited phone call from Mr. Steven Perry.

Her good fortune continued when he informed her that he would be in town for a few meetings at the end of the week and could squeeze in a dinner meeting with her. A face-to-face meeting was even better than she had hoped for. Rather than pleading her case on the phone or via email, in her desperate state she would have no problem resorting to her flirtatious ways to convince him to pull back on the proposed budget cut. They set the dinner for the restaurant in the five-star hotel he would be staying at during his brief stop in town.

When the day finally arrived, Chrissy took the afternoon off work and gave herself ample time to prepare for the meeting. She started with a manicure and pedicure at her favourite spa and then a quick stop at the Victoria's Secret across the street to pick up the most flattering push-up bra she could find. Then she headed home for the final touches and to put the whole package together.

She put on the black lace bra and matching panties and admired its handiwork in her bedroom mirror. Victoria sure knew what she was doing -- her breasts looked fantastic and the plunging front showcased an incredible amount of cleavage. She added a pair of sheer black stockings and then wrapped a black corduroy pencil skirt around her waist, which created a fabulously sleek and sexy silhouette. A pair of four inch red stilettos finished off her lower half and then she began the finishing touches on the upper.

Grinning to herself at how her outfit was coming together, she selected a vibrant red French cuff shirt that stretched to conform to her shapely body. She purposely only did up a few of the bottom buttons, allowing her new favourite bra to do its magic and show off her accentuated 34Cs. It was not too much of a leap of faith to assume that most any man would appreciate the view, even an older, married man such as Steven.

Finishing off her look for the meeting, she applied a nominal amount of liner and shadow to her sparkling eyes, a light sweep of blush to her near perfect complexion and then painted her thin, kissable lips a soft cotton-candy pink. To complete the look she ran her fingers loosely through her blonde-brown hair and shook out her natural curls, letting the tight, super-shiny corkscrew curls tumble down onto her shoulders.

She was ready.

Chrissy knew that her meticulous preparations were having the desired effect right from the start of the dinner meeting. She arrived a few minutes late -- on purpose -- so she could watch his eyes as his gaze followed her as she walked into the restaurant. As she made her way towards the table, he immediately rose to greet her. They shook hands and he closed in for a kiss on the cheek, which she gladly accepted, taking the opportunity to press her bosom against his chest ever so slightly. Just a little taste, she thought to herself.

"Hi." Steven said softly as he pulled away from their brief embrace, his breath warm against her cheek. "Chrissy, you look wonderful."

Not that she needed the confirmation, but hearing him validate her assumption that he had been checking her out as walked in made her smile to herself. Her confidence in being able to manipulate the situation to her advantage was already growing.

"Aw, thanks Steven." She replied in the sweetest, most genuine voice she could muster. "So do you."

It was only a half lie, she figured. He was by no means a classically handsome man, but it was not as if he was hideous. She guessed that he was in his late forties, and she found him a little too tanned for her liking, but his olive complexion did seem to work for him, as he complimented it adequately against his white linen dress shirt and blue pin-striped suit. The crow's feet wrinkles around his dark brown eyes showed his age, as did the salt and pepper grey throughout his close-shaven hair.

The pair engaged in some typical small talk as they had a glass of wine and she could definitely feel his stare lingering on her throughout their conversation. Once their meals came they began to talk a little business as they ate and she could sense her position strengthening by the minute as he continually glanced back at her as if hoping for eye contact. By the time dessert arrived, they were finally into the specifics of their meeting.

Chrissy offered up her best sales pitch as to why his company had to resist the urge to cut their marketing costs, and their spend with her in particular. She was articulate, well-informed and on point throughout and, of course, threw in plenty of flirting and subtle innuendo the whole time. After awhile it seemed as though she was truly swaying his decision in her favour. When the meal concluded and the waitress brought the cheque, she jumped at his suggestion to head up to his room to look over some numbers.

They arrived at his suite on the twentieth floor and they entered an elegant room with a beautiful view of the cityscape. He turned on some music and made his way to the mini bar, offering her a drink. It was at that moment that the light bulb finally flicked on and it occurred to her that he might think they were up there for more than going over some financials. Her speculation quickly began to appear accurate as he handed her a glass of wine and began to speak.

"I know things are tough for you right now," he said with a knowing smile that insinuated much more than his words. "And I'll be honest, you have made some compelling arguments for us to reconsider cutting our budget."

She nodded as he continued.

"I really do feel like we work well together," he added as he removed his suit jacket and tossed it on the desk chair. "Don't you?"

"Yes, of course." She agreed, her stomach in knots as the uncertainty of the situation continued.

"Good," he replied, loosening his tie as he paced around the room. "And I think that if we move forward with our current expenditures, we should work even more closely with one another."

"Oh..." she said softly, looking down as his not so subtle insinuation sunk in.

"I would very much like to develop our working relationship," he continued, raising his eyebrows as he saw the realization in her eyes. "Do you think that would be something we could do if we renew our contract with you at the current level?"

She stayed silent for a moment as he continued to stride around the room. Her face went flush red and she began to tremble slightly. She took a deep breath.

"I suppose." She whispered as he circled around her, surprising herself with her words.

All of a sudden she felt Steven move in close behind her, his body tight against hers. She could feel his hot breath through her hair as he spoke.

"I do like to mix business with pleasure Chrissy." He whispered as he pressed his nose in the bed of curls behind her ear.

"But your wife..." she mustered in contention as she felt him press against her harder, his pelvis forced against her ass.

"Don't you worry about that honey," he answered as his lips found her neck and her gingerly touched them to her flesh. "Unless it turns you on to be the 'other woman' as you fuck a married man."

He continued to alternate between kissing her neck and nuzzling into her hair, while his hips slowly began to gyrate as he continued to press his pelvis into her. She was speechless, though she was uncertain whether it was from the audacity of his actions or the apathy of hers.

"Tell me Chrissy," he whispered in her ear between kisses. "Tell me if you're willing to make this business partnership work."

Steven was going to make her say it.

"Yes." She replied softly.

With her affirmative answer, he quickly turned her around to face him, a devilish grin across his lips. A hand swiftly wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her in. He kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth and pulling her towards him at the same time. It was a brief, but intense lip-lock, and as soon as he broke it he stepped back and set to work.

"Take off your clothes." He demanded, his eyes indicating that it was more than a request.

She could feel her eyes well up with tears for a split second as turned sideways and began to unfasten her skirt. It slid down over her legs, exposing her stockings that went up to the middle of her thigh, held there by its own tightness, no garters.

"You are fucking beautiful," he complimented as he nodded in approval. "I am going to enjoy working closely with you."

He slowly began to walk move around her, looking at her from all angles. Chrissy felt like a common whore, stripping for his pleasure and could not help but notice when he reached down to adjust himself slightly to compensate for his growing excitement. Surprisingly, she felt a slight sense of arousal in knowing the effect she was having on him.

Steven was now behind her and she squeezed her eyes shut and let her head drop backwards a bit, her full bodied curls flowing down her back as she unbuttoned her shirt. Grabbing the collar with both hands, she took a deep breath and pulled it wide, exposing her hard working push-up bra. Even though he was not facing her, she could feel his eyes watching her intently. As she opened her eyes, she turned her head and could not help but give him a sly grin. She slowly peeled the shirt off one shoulder, then the other.

"Now the bra," he directed, continuing to circle around her, his eyes inspecting her from head to toe.

Her lips quivered ever so slightly as she reached behind her back and undid her bra. It fell to the floor and her full, luscious breasts bounced free as he watched from the corner of his eye.

"And finally..." he pressed as he moved back behind her.

Without a moment's hesitation, she obediently began to push her panties down. Bending over to remove them, she gave him a full view of her nicely formed ass, before he made his way back in front of her just as she kicked her underwear off and stood to meet his gaze.

"On your knees." He ordered, his words and tone humiliating her even further.

Slowly she sank to the floor as he stepped towards her, only a zipper standing between her face and his throbbing cock. Chrissy watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his knees. Lowering his boxers, his cock sprang forward. He was bigger than she anticipated and her eyes could not help but widen when she saw it.

Taking his dick in his hand, Steven started rubbing it all over her face. She squeezed her eyes shut as he slapped her cheeks with its swollen head, all the while chuckling in amusement at her powerlessness.

"Open it," he insisted as he ran the tip of his manhood across her lips.

She barely had her lips parted before he pushed his cock into her mouth, just a bit at first, but then deeper and deeper with each rapid thrust of his hips. A hand made its way to the back of her head as he started pumping into her. Her eyes began to tear up as she tried not to gag from his unrelenting face fucking.

"Play with those tits baby," he told her as he pushed deeper down her throat. "Pinch those nipples."

He alternately smiled and flinched with pleasure as she dutifully obliged, her hands moving to her bosom and eagerly tugging at her rapidly hardening nipples. 

After several minutes, he pushed his dick deep down her throat and stopped, watching her struggle not to gag as his face hardened and his neck began to strain. She figured his release was imminent and prepared herself for the wave of cum that was no doubt about to be unleashed. Her eyes popped open with surprise as he quickly pulled out of her mouth. 

"Get up," he ordered, tapping his swollen cock on her face several times as he spoke. "On the bed... on your hands and knees."

As she stood, she looked into his eyes with a bizarre mix of indignation and arousal. She crawled onto the bed and positioned herself as he had requested. Her pussy lips poked out from between her legs and he could see them glistening with an unmistakeable sheen of moisture.

"I knew you'd enjoy this baby," he said with a smirk as he reached out and extended a finger, lightly tracing along her swollen folds.

Biting her lip, she tried not to show her arousal as her juices began to flow from her cunt. She stifled a moan as she fought the growing pleasure between her legs.

"I always knew you were a slut Chrissy," he chuckled as he pulled his hand away and admired her body laid out before him. "And now I'm gonna enjoy fucking you like one."

Steven quickly undressed and tossed his clothes aside before situating himself on the bed with her. Positioning his rock hard dick at the opening of her snatch, he rubbed the tip against her puffy lips. Her pussy was almost dripping in anticipation as he slid the head into her soft folds. 

"You wanna be fucked like a slut, don't you?" He whispered calmly as he slowly coated his shaft with her juices. "Tell me that's what you want." 

She moaned very softly as he slipped more than half of his manhood into her slippery cunt. 

"Well?" He asked, withdrawing his cock up to its head. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she breathed, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He thrust his dick back inside of her and her pussy instinctively tightened around it like a vice. Groaning involuntarily, he shoved the last few inches of his hard rod into her as he felt her cunt muscles release and re-grip his shaft.

"Say it baby!" He demanded, a hand crashing down on her ass with a powerful slap. "Tell me how you wanna get fucked!

Chrissy turned and looked back at him, her hair strewn across her face, but her eyes staring through her curls and into his.

"Fuck me," she submitted as she shifted slightly, moving onto her elbows and lifting her ass further up. "Fuck me like a slut."

Steven rocked his hips back and then forward, burying his cock in her as she moaned in approval. He started a steady rhythm and she quickly began to rock back and forth to meet his motion. Running his hands over her smooth ass, he took hold of her hips and pulled her hard onto him with each thrust.

"That's it baby," he encouraged as one hand reached around to her pussy and began playing with her clit. "Show me what kind of a little whore you really are."

Squealing with pleasure, she threw her head back and arched her body as he simultaneously buried his dick deep in her fuck-hole and rubbed her sensitive bud with his fingers.

"Yes!" She cried out as he manipulated her engorged clit. "Fuck me!"

With his other hand he reached under her and took hold of one of her dangling tits. He squeezed her flesh hard and then took hold of a perky nipple in between his fingers. She moaned long and hard as he pulled on it.

"You like that slut?" He asked as he continued to pound into her cunt. "You like those fuckin tits played with?"

She could only groan in response, and he swiftly removed his hand from her nipple and reached up and wrapped her mane of curls around his palm.

"You like it rough bitch?" He growled, pulling back on her hair.

"Yes!" She submitted as he pistoned in and out of her. "Fuck me hard!"

He could sense that she was close to cumming and he yanked hard on her hair and plowed deep into her, still rubbing her clit with his fingers.

"You're gonna be my slut." He whispered in her ear. "My personal little fuck-toy."

She could not take any more. Her body shook and she screamed out as she orgasmed. Her pussy spasmed and her tits swung wildly as she exploded. 

He could feel the cum churning in his balls, but as much as he might have enjoyed emptying his load into her warm cunt, he had other plans for his release.

Moving quickly, he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her back. In a flash he positioned himself on his knees beside her face as his hand moved in a blur, racing along his shaft. He watched as her eyes widened at the sight of him stroking his meat in front of her, and he could not help but smile as he saw her instinctively open her mouth a bit and lick her lips as if she was waiting for a stream of his sperm to hit her tongue.

"Oh you are a fucking whore," he mused as he worked his cock hard and fast. "Beg for my cum you little slut."

"Gimme your cum," she almost pleaded as her hands roamed over her breasts and kneaded her flesh. "I want your fucking cum."

He could feel his cock hardening by the second and watched as the head turned a deeper shade of red.

"You want me to cum on that pretty face bitch?" He groaned, his explosion looming. "You want that whore?"

"Cum all over me!" She begged, her eyes transfixed on his dick. "Cum all over you slut."

With that he felt the heat boil from his crotch and his cock twitched, the first jet spraying her lips and outreached tongue. The second string hit her cheek and down her nose. A third shot into her pretty curls and forehead. Finally he let the final drops land on her tits. He could not believe how much he had cum. She was a mess. 

Chrissy still had her lips parted and he just could not resist. He quickly grabbed hold of the back of her head and fed his cock back into her mouth so she could clean off what was leftover.

"Now you're my slut." Steven announced triumphantly as he watched his new fuck-toy licking and sucking all the cum off his cock.