11 comments/ 141814 views/ 14 favorites Cat's Away By: Dakota_North With great care, Michael guided his car through the crowded parking lot. As expected for any school function, the place was a madhouse. Buses and cars were scattered throughout the place, with kids and their parents darting around recklessly. He had already dropped off his wife and kids, all he wanted now was to get out of here. They'd be going on an extended field trip, an annual event for the school. Michael grumbled to himself, thinking that if this was an annual event, some bureaucratic fool would've figured out how to organize the drop off and pick up better. But, he figured, a few days alone was a few days alone, what with his wife chaperoning and all. He didn't envy her for that, dealing with his own kids was one thing, managing someone else's would be completely different. Eventually, he picked his way to the exit, and turned for home. What to do now, he wondered. Although this trip had been planned for quite some time, he had no idea what to do with himself first. No honey-do list this weekend, that was for certain. He could sit on the couch and watch baseball all weekend if he wanted to, maybe even go to the games himself. Then there was always fishing...Michael steered his car towards home, mulling over all the possibilities, then setting them aside. What to do tonight mattered most, and he figured he'd share in his good fortune. His good friend and next door neighbor should be available, and if he could tear him away for the night, maybe they'd go out to Hooters for a few drinks, or perhaps the new strip joint that had finally opened. That seemed like a good idea, and he settled into his seat as he made the final turns into his development. As Michael approached his house, he saw one thing that just might preclude him from going out with his buddy. His truck was missing, but his lovely wife Felicia was just getting home. Maybe she knew where he was. Michael waved to his neighbor as he pulled into the driveway. She smiled and waved back, and Michael surreptitiously eyed her up as he exited his vehicle. Felicia was a couple of years older than he, but you couldn't tell by looking at her. A stringent workout program had kept her in shape, it was rumored that she looked better now than she did before she got married, and that was despite having three kids. She must just be getting in from shopping or something, Michael thought, for she was dressed in casual clothes. In truth, it looked more like she had raided her oldest girl's closet, but the low rider jeans and tight short sleeved top suited her nicely. Felicia certainly had the body to get away with such fashions, and she made no bones about it. During the summers, she usually had the skimpiest of bikinis for sunbathing or swimming in their backyard swimming pool, and she was the envy of many of the neighbors. Michael made his way across their yards to talk to her, and as he suspected, he was going to be disappointed. Felicia told him that her husband had taken the kids off to his parent's place. She had stayed behind because she thought she might have to work, but apparently that had changed. Michael mentioned that he too was alone this weekend, having sent his family on the school trip. Felicia knew of the trip of course (her oldest had gone too), and casually suggested that they grab some dinner together. Michael was taken aback by her suggestion, but he figured he wasn't going to get a better offer, and he really didn't feel like going out alone. He asked if she needed to change, but Felicia replied that she'd be fine. They debated where to go for a few minutes, then in a flash, Felicia suggested they go to a new nightclub that had opened up a few towns over. She'd been dying to go, but with her husband and the kids, she never seemed to have the time. Besides, the place was fairly laid back, and she didn't feel like changing. With that, she and Michael piled into her mini van and headed out. The night was fair, and Felicia had the windows down. Her auburn hair blew back in the breeze as they chatted away during the short drive. For his part, Michael tried to manage the conversation without overtly staring at Felicia's chest, which was displayed rather prominently by her tight top. He had seen her in less pool side, and marveled at how youthful her ample bosom appeared. If that top had indeed been appropriated from her daughter's wardrobe, there was no way that it had ever been filled out so nicely. Its scooped neckline revealed Felicia's well tanned cleavage, and that was what got Michael's attention. If she noticed, Felicia certainly didn't seem to mind, and their pleasant conversation came to a halt only when they reached their destination. The two of them walked into the club after finding a parking space, and Michael wisely trailed behind a bit to get a glimpse of Felicia's gorgeous ass. The low slung jeans clung tightly to her body, they could have been painted on for all he knew. In the back of his mind, Michael wondered how she managed to get them on or take them off, but he shook off that thought for all the connotations it brought him. Still, he mused as they made their way inside, she was turning heads, and he must be the envy of lots of guys in this place. While Michael was definitely in decent shape himself, he knew that a lot of people had to be wondering what he was doing with a girl like Felicia. Her husband, he knew was built like a bear, and it seemed only fitting that she was with him. Oh, he was no slouch, of course, but there was just that certain type you'd expect from a companion, and he wasn't it for Felicia. She didn't mind his company, of course, and as they made their way from the bar to the table, she returned the looks she was getting from the other patrons, coquettish little glances for the admiring men, and coy smirks for the daggers stared at her by other women. She worked hard to maintain this body, and they could all die of jealousy for all she cared. Dinner was the standard fare for such a place, nothing spectacular but satisfying. The dinner conversation shared by Michael and Felicia was rather mundane, as they shared their views on child rearing and life in the neighborhood. During the course of their meal, both consumed a moderate amount of alcohol, but they were still in full control of their faculties. About the only noticeable effect by the end of dinner was perhaps a little more exaggerated flirting between the two, yet it was nothing to suggest anything improper. Clearly they had enjoyed the opportunity to just get away for awhile, and they were enjoying each other's company. With the meal ended, Michael rose and helped Felicia out of her chair. She accepted his graciousness, and when they turned to leave, she leaned onto his shoulder a bit and inquired as to whether he would be willing to go over to the adjoining dance club. Michael readily agreed, for he wasn't quite ready to call it a night, besides, the club was a well known meat market. While he couldn't actually do any ordering, he figured he may as well look over the menu. With Felicia on his arm, they headed over to the source of the steady din that passed for music these days. Once they found their way into the club, Felicia wanted to head straight out onto the dance floor. Here, Michael was a little reluctant, but a trip to the bar brought and end to those inhibitions. Felicia enjoyed another drink as well, joking that Michael had ulterior motives for the side trip. He protested his innocence as she accused him with mock seriousness. "You just wanted to get a close up look at the bar girl that's all, isn't it?" she asked with a gleeful smile. Michael laughed in return while looking over the girl at the bar one more time. She was a youngster, probably in her early twenties, clad in tight shorts and a fluorescent bikini top that was stretched to the limits. "No, of course not." "Sure you were," replied a laughing Felicia. "You were looking at that girl's tits, I can tell. Relax, my husband would've been doing the same thing, you guys are all alike." Before Michael could respond in his defense, Felicia continued. "You wanna look at some tits, well here!" With that, she tugged the neckline of her top down a little lower, exposing even more of her delectable cleavage. Michael was openly staring at her gorgeous breasts as Felicia led him by the hand out onto the dance floor. He had no reply other than to toss back the remainder of his drink, and Felicia followed suit. It was clear that she was more amused at his reactions than annoyed, and she played it up. Their dancing was quite energetic, like so many other couples around them, oblivious to the singles that were still out there on the prowl. Felicia certainly had some moves, and she was well aware of the admiring glances she was getting. She was out there dancing primarily for Michael, and he was most certainly appreciative. In fact, she could detect a hint of jealousy whenever he caught her making eye contact with another guy, and she was relishing his attention. Her tight body was quite an attention getter, and her exposed cleavage was an eye opener. As their dancing continued, she and Michael grew bolder, even grinding together at times. This built on itself until he found himself dancing with Felicia straddling his leg, rubbing herself up and down on him. It became increasingly difficult for Michael to hide his reaction to that, when a mercifully slower tune began. They stayed out on the dance floor, hand in hand, swaying to the music with nothing separating their bodies. As the song ended, Felicia leaned in to Michael, whispering in his ear that she was ready to go. With the song ended, they exited the dance floor, much to the disappointment of many of the guys who had gotten quite a show from the two of them. Resting heavily on each other, Michael and Felicia made their way back into the parking lot and headed home. While the evening had started off quite innocently enough, the drive home was anything but. Michael was overtly staring at Felicia's breasts now, and she made no attempt to stop him. The conversation between them was growing raunchier by the minute and they were both laughing about it. She teased him about his obvious hard on, which she had felt as they danced together, and Michael retorted that such a response would have been gotten from any man, such was the way she had danced. He recalled how at one point she was facing away from him as they danced, bent over and grinding her ass into his crotch in a very realistic simulation of sex. This got a giggle from Felicia as she too, protested innocence where none existed. He continued this line of his argument, and she was forced to agree as they pulled into her driveway. In a rather abrupt manner, Felicia turned to Michael. "Hey, thanks for showing a lady such a great time tonight." "Oh, no problem," he replied. "You're the one who got me all sweaty out there." "Oh did I?" asked Felicia. "Well I have a solution for that. Let's go for a swim." "Sure," answered Michael. "Just let me go in and grab my trunks, I'll meet you out there when you've got your suit on and are ready." That drew a laugh from her. "Trunks? Bathing suit? Oh to Hell with that, no one's around. Let's skinny dip!" Michael looked at her rather incredulously as she grinned back at him. It made sense, there was no one around, and her backyard was safe from prying eyes. Besides, after seeing her in her skimpy bikini, plus with the sexuality that was emanating from her, he had to see her naked. "Come on, what are you afraid of?" she asked as she stepped out of the car. Laughing and chasing like a pair of high schoolers, Michael chased Felicia into the back yard, watching as she stripped her top off before they got there. He took a deep breath before following her, tugging at his shirt as he did. She was already through the gate, which he turned to lock, and was greeted by her bra as it sailed through the air. It caught on a shrubbery nearby. Felicia was topless and laughing as she turned and ran. The glance that Michael had caught of her breasts was priceless. They were so full and inviting, so close and yet so far. For an instant before she turned, Michael thought she had jiggled them at him, but he couldn't be sure. Instead, he hurried after her, watching her ass closely as she bent over to pull off her shoes. He did the same and followed her onto the pool deck. She was already there, and her jeans were in the process of coming off. Felicia saw that she had an audience, then turned slightly so she was facing a bit away from Michael before she bent over to peel the tight denim off. That was an attention getter as he watched the skin tight material melt down her shapely legs. The luscious curves of her butt became visible, and it became obvious that Felicia had been wearing only a thong beneath her jeans, and a skimpy one at that. He watched as she pulled her legs free from her jeans, then turned to face him. At that, Michael bounded up the stairs to the deck, catching an eyeful of the beauty before him. She certainly was as attractive as ever, her smooth skin taut over her body. The only blemishes one could find were the faded stretch marks from her pregnancies, if it wasn't for them, no one could have guessed that Felicia was the mother of three. Her eyes met his as she reached out to his pants, then slowly undid them. With those dark eyes locked on his, she slowly slid Michael's pants off, bending at the knees but looking up so that her head was level with his crotch. He closed his eyes in anticipation as she pulled his boxers down too, but she wasn't quite ready for that yet. Instead, she surprised him by tossing her thong in his face, then diving into the water. Michael laughed as he savored the scent of her pussy, then tossed their clothing aside before jumping in himself. In the pool, Felicia was backing away and laughing at having played such a joke on Michael, but he quickly caught up with her. He managed to grab hold of her, despite her splashing, and dunked her under the water. For a slight instant, he thought he felt her hands, then her mouth on his cock, but he couldn't quite be sure. She then surfaced in front of him, bubbling over with mirth. "Is that what you were expecting?" she asked as she coyly backed off again. Now Michael was sure it was her mouth and he stood his ground stunned temporarily. He swam over towards Felicia, but she continued to elude him until they were both laughing and playing in the cooling water. His pursuit of her was more for effect than anything else, but she still managed to stay just out of reach. "What's the matter, Michael," she taunted. "Do you think I'm a tease?" Felicia laughed as he lunged out after her one more time, catching her only because she allowed it. "I've got you this time," he laughed as she squirmed in an attempt to get away, giggling hysterically all the while. Their naked bodies pressed up against each other, and Michael was keenly aware of his erect cock brushing against her bush. She must have felt it too, but didn't seem to be alarmed at all. "What's the matter, Felicia?" he mocked. "Aren't you going to put your money where your mouth is?" "Not my money, that's for sure," was her retort as she somehow managed to wiggle her way free. "But maybe this." With that, Felicia dove down beneath the surface of the water, faster than Michael could catch her. In an instant, he didn't want to as he felt her hot mouth wrapping itself around his cock. Felicia's hand stroked his shaft as she gave him a few more sucks while submerged, starting the blow job that he'd been dying for all night. There was no way she'd be able to hold her breath that long, and she popped up out of the water into his waiting arms. As Michael caught her, Felicia wrapped her legs around him, pressing her cunt against his stomach as he headed towards the side of the pool. Once he reached it, Michael pushed himself up out of the water with his back to the pool wall. Felicia had relaxed her leg lock on him briefly to allow him to do so. Once he had achieved a sitting position, she braced her arms against the side wall and let her nude body float out over the water. Michael spread his legs apart to allow her to float closer, and steadied her by grasping her shoulders with his hands. As soon as they were properly positioned, Felicia started sucking him again, swallowing his cock down in earnest. This time, Michael was able to toss his head back as he enjoyed the contrasting sensation of the water cooling off on his body and Felicia's hot mouth sucking his cock. She had teased him enough, now it was time for the real thing. His eyes returned to her body, taking in the smooth curve of her ass while she floated there sucking him like there was no tomorrow. She was sucking him hands free, and somehow managing to get all of his rather impressive shaft down her throat. That worked well for a slow, deliberate pace, and Felicia could have kept going like this all night, but she had other plans. While she hadn't yet shared them with Michael, she was sure he wouldn't mind. Slowly, she dropped down from her floating position, assuming a more standard one between his legs so that she could suck him better. Now that Felicia's hands were free, she was stroking his cock as well, twisting her hand around that thick shaft as she pumped it in and out of her mouth. She also managed to somehow wrap her legs around Michael's, and was rubbing herself against him too. Her hot pussy felt like it was melting against his leg in the pool, and she could tell that if she sucked him much longer, she'd be swallowing his cum. Felicia didn't want that, at least not yet, so she pulled herself out of the pool and onto the deck. Michael reached around to help her, serendipitously grabbing her by the ass to pull her clear of the water. He also was able to pull Felicia in close to him, so that he could get his mouth on those hot tits that had eluded him so far. Although she wanted more, the feeling of Michael drinking the water that was cascading off her breasts, then darting his tongue out onto her nipples was too good to pass up. Felicia thrust her tits into his face, slowly falling on top of Michael as he lay down on the wet wooden deck. His hands slowly traced up her sides to rest on her breasts, and he squeezed and sucked them to her delight. As her body pressed against his, Michael could feel his cock getting sandwiched between the two of them, and she slowly started to rock back and forth, stroking his shaft against her belly. While closer inspection revealed the oh-so-faint stretch marks that marred her otherwise perfect skin, it was an excellent place for his cock to be stroked against. Felicia wiggled around a little more as he sucked her tits harder, and now she could feel his shaft brushing its way into her matted down pubic hairs, and he strained for even more. Her trimmed bush was soaked from her swim, but it was still bristly enough to tickle Michael's balls and shaft as their bodies moved together in time with each other. He was positively attacking her breasts with his mouth now, sucking as much of each one as he possibly could into his mouth while his hands rubbed her rock-hard nipples. Felicia playfully bounced herself up and down on him, forcing him to squeeze her tits too, and she rewarded him for this by moving herself lower and lower, until he could feel the shaft of his cock being caressed by the wet pussy lips that he craved. He was humping her clit now, making her moan louder and louder as he tried to ease his cock down even more. Her hot cunt had his shaft, now Michael wanted to feel the swollen head of his dick slide into Felicia so he could fuck her. It was tantalizingly close, yet he still couldn't manage to penetrate her. She was rubbing her body against him too, faster and faster, making his cock slide along her clit, giving Michael a taste of what it must feel like to fuck her. She was moaning louder now as this continued, giving in to the most pleasurable sensations that she knew, writhing and moaning as they stroked themselves against each other, faster and faster until she could feel it happening. With a scarcely stifled yelp, Felicia screamed as she came, overcome by the sensation of Michael's cock rubbing her cunt. She bore down hard on him, making him suckle her breasts as she came, feeling her pussy tightening down against the shaft of his cock. Cat's Away Paula is a great wife. Sexy, beautiful, and incredibly intelligent. She loves to dress provocatively, flirt and use here sensuality to get her way in many situations. Paula is 5'8" and weights only about 125 pounds. She has a model's body that belies her age. So, at 50, she gets hit on by men from ages 30 to 60 all the time. She can tease, be coy, alluring convincing, demure, coquettish, sly, and demanding. With all those womanly traits, she also overwhelms her opponents in the courtroom with an expertise that exceeds any hint of her normal sensuality. Combine these traits with a strong sex drive and you have my wife. Paula often takes continuing education classes. She picks places to take these classes in locations that interest her. She also likes to go visit old friends on many occasions. Since we have a fairly decent bank account, Paula will often stay awhile to enjoy the sites and visit friends. My work keeps me tied to the city, so we don't often go on these ventures together. When she leaves, I find myself getting a little lonely after a day or two. She recently got invited to attend a conference in Atlantic City. She was excited and I was excited for her. When she left this time, she was naturally preoccupied about the trip and very busy getting last minute projects prepared for a case study she was going to present. Uncharacteristically, I was feeling neglected, and a little sorry for myself. Even at my age, my hormones sure can act up some times. The truth is I would love to fuck a lot of pretty young (and not so young) things, but have too much respect for Paula. The only way I could ever be with another woman with a minimum of guilt is if she were present! I am sure that a psychiatrist would have a field day with me. Truth is, I like being oversexed. It is by far, my favorite past time. Anyway, she was gone. I amused myself on night one by working late, fixing my own supper and cleaning the house a little. Then I watched a little TV and played on the computer. I'm not sure why this trip was causing me so much angst. With the aid of a few drinks, I finally got some sleep. Night two followed with a quick pick-up supper, a little more cleaning, and a dismal outlook of some boring TV. Just before dark, I decided to take a quick swim in the condo's pool. As I arrived, there was a couple playing in the shallow end. I immediately noticed the light yellow bikini on the shapely body of the lady. After a few minutes of setting out my towel, sipping a Scotch, and basically stalling, while admiring this little bombshell cavorting, I finally dove in. I needed to work hard to release the tension in my body (and in my groin). I swam on the opposite side of the pool from them so as not to disturb their play. After 6 1/2 laps I stopped in the shallow end to catch my breath. The sexy yellow bikini was sitting on the side of the pool while her husband (boyfriend?) was fetching some beer in a nearby condo. She said "that was quite a swim!" "Just trying to get back in shape" I replied, "have y'all lived here long?" I asked. "We just moved in. My name is Denise." The yellow suit showed dark spots like large coins on her breasts and a triangle of darkness between her legs. The suit was thin and obviously unlined. It was surely unusual for such a pretty and friendly woman to be at this condo pool generally visited by the older people that lived here. "Hi, I'm Will." I replied as I shook her hand. Just then her man came back with a small cooler. "How about a cold one Denise" he said. Denise introduced us. Mike was his name, and he asked me to join them for a cold brew. I don't usually drink beer, but I did this time. We chatted for several minutes. Then, the mountain air began to cool too much. I was really beginning to get chilled. The benefit of the chilly night air was that Denise's nipples got very hard and pushed the thin material until it outlined two large protrusions that appeared like huge pencil erasers. She finally reached for her wrap as I finished the last of the beer. The conversation was great. In fact, I found I liked Mike, which is pretty unusual as I do not like a lot of men when I first meet them (Go ahead shrink, tell me this is a manifestation of male ego trying to establish superiority which was caused by some significant event of childhood.) We never really talked about sex, but the conversation and joke telling skirted and flirted with the subject. I finally said that I had to get going to finish up some work and call my wonderful wife before it was too late. I was not totally surprised that my balls ached as I walked away. I took a shower when I got back and called Paula. We talked a while. I acted real cheery so as not to spoil her good time. When I finally hung up, I was lonelier than ever. About 11:00, I gave up! I fixed a giant Scotch on the rocks, and went back to the pool to enjoy the hot tub. I was prepared to turn back if people were in the tub but my luck held, and I was the only one there. (ok shrink - I wanted to be alone and deal with my sorrow by myself, or just didn't want the hassle of meeting someone who probably wanted to be alone. You decide.) I nestled into the bubbling water and sipped the Scotch. In 15 or 20 minutes a familiar lilting voice asked "mind if we join you?" It was Denise and Mike! "Why no, please do." Mike dropped his terrycloth robe. He had on a French bathing suit. Quite risqué' for this place. Then Denise peeled off her cover to reveal the skimpiest two piece I had ever seen in person. The top was extremely abbreviated and held in place by very small strings that looked as if they must break under the heavy load of her well endowed chest. The bottom (a nice man wouldn't have noticed) was a tiny thong. On the beaches of Brazil it's called a micro bikini. Only a patch in front, with strings holding it in place on the side and a single string holding it in place at the bottom that ran up between those two beautiful cheeks of her perfect round butt. The look enhanced her legs which were shapely - in fact down right beautiful. She certainly had my interest (and my hormones made sure that something else besides interest was beginning to arouse.) Denise faced me to enter the spa and as she bent down to keep her balance, her breasts mostly revealed themselves. "I love hot tubs" she said, "but I prefer them in the buff. This is as close as we can get without going to jail in a public place." "I'm sure I would prefer you that way too," I said, and quickly added "no offense meant Mike." "None taken Will," he said, "I think Denise's body is great - in fact I probably would be somewhat taken aback if you did not admire it." Our conversation did not exactly get light from there. We swapped yarns as we moved around and talked in the hot tub. They had brought their own drinks, and we toasted a lot. I told them all about Paula. It was pretty obvious how much in love I was and how much I missed her. The tub quit once and Mike volunteered to go into the dressing room to turn it back on. As he did I found myself staring at the beautiful Denise through the now clear water. I said, "Mike better get this tub going again. The sights are much too nice for a horny guy like me. And Denise, you are a very pretty sight." "Thank you" she said. "I'm truly glad you like it. I take a certain amount of pride in keeping it in shape." Mike returned, cold from the night mountain air, and literally jumped back in the spa. We talked more. I know I had too much to drink. I told Mike how lucky he was to have Denise. He was appreciative. The conversation went on from there. They both told me how sorry they were that I was in such a state. They said how much they wanted to meet Paula, as I certainly loved her a lot by the way I had been talking about her. As the final drops of my drink were drained, I said, "Before I make an utter fool of myself, I think I had better go - and let you kids enjoy this night without a horny lovesick single staring at you." "We must be going soon too" they said. "Well - goodnight you two. I'm sure glad we met. Lets get together soon, when Paula gets home." "You've got a date Will." Mike said. "The poor man needs a good night kiss," Denise said, "since his special lady is not here to give him one, maybe I could be a be an alternative substitute?" "Why sure," Mike said, "but don't get the guy in too much a state." I was prepared to get a friendly peck from a new friend and leaned forward with my hand on Denise's shoulder in a very chaste manner. Our lips met with Denise's hand wrapping around my neck holding me close. Her mouth opened, coaxing my tongue inside. She explored my tongue with her own. When we broke, my little "General" was at full attention. Realizing Mike's presence, I looked at him almost apologetically. He was smiling and said, "It was really nice to meet a 'real' human. Thanks for sharing your evening with us." "Believe me" I said, "it was my pleasure." We exchanged phone numbers and condo numbers with promises to call. I gingerly got out of the tub with my towel clutched close to myself to hide the "General" and gathered the rest of my stuff. Mike and Denise were coming out at the same time. "Thanks for a great evening" I said, "see you soon." I began to walk away briskly feigning cold, but actually growing very warm at the sight of that clinging 'suit?' that Denise was almost wearing. When I got home, (about a 200 yard walk) I freshened my drink and took a quick shower. Then, I pulled up a very private photo album of nude pictures of Paula on the portable computer. (We take pictures occasionally, If I had my way it would be every night.) I took things "in hand", cleaned up and went to bed. All day Wednesday, my thoughts were of Paula, then Mike and Denise, then all of us and so on. I got a call from a client which allowed for an afternoon of golf; still arriving home about 5:00. I promptly changed and went to the pool to cool off. My mood was kind of dour until I realized that I was obviously looking for Denise and Mike who weren't there. I managed to get some good hard laps in before the youngsters pretty much took over the pool. I warmed in the afternoon sun while I watched them play. I still get a kick out of watching young kids enjoy themselves (sentimentalist). Then I retired to the empty apartment. I took another shower, then tried to figure out what I was going to fix for supper. I gave up and turned on the tube just as the phone rang. It was Mike! "Say, Will, would you happen to know anything about DVD's and TV's and such?" he asked. "Well, a little" I said, "What's up?" "I just got a new system and I'm having trouble plowing through all the owner's manuals to figure out how to make it work." Mike replied. "I know a little, would you like some help?" "You bet! But I really called to invite you over for some of Denise's famous Mexican enchiladas. Denise insists, and when she insists you got no choice. I figured you might earn your keep by helping me get this thing set up." After the briefest of hesitation I told him, "I'd love to. When you want to do this thing?" "Any time, friend. Supper will be served in about two hours, but we need to get primed a little first." I asked, "Can you give me about 30 minutes?" "No problem pal, see you then." We said our good-byes. I called Paula. In the conversation, I told her a little about Mike and Denise and that I was going to eat with them. We got a little gooey on the phone. God, I missed that woman! After I shaved and combed my locks (both of them) I sauntered happily over to Mike and Denise's. He was really struggling with the new equipment so I told him to hang loose. Denise came out of the kitchen to ask me what I'd like to drink, "I know its Scotch but do you want water, soda, or something else?" I replied that ice would be great. I was impressed she knew I liked Scotch. I was also impressed by the short, short, shorts she had on and the white, almost see through shirt. She delivered the drink as I was looking over the set up Mike had. "If you can put this together where it works, Will, then you will have definitely earned your supper" Mike said. "Let's give it a shot" I said. Ten minutes later it was hooked up and ready to go. (got kind of a penchant for hooking this stuff up.) When Mike turned it on, I got a gleeful hug from Denise, and a fresh drink. Supper was great! Not only the food, but also the conversation and company. Denise was a sight to behold too. You know a lot of people could dress like her, but very few could copy her attitude. That makes her more attractive than her body. She's a lot of fun too. I was sure missing my baby! Denise is about 5'3". If you looked at a picture of her you could not guess her height. She is just put together real well, and perfectly proportioned except for her very nicely endowed chest. I'd guess her measurements to be about 37(c-d)/21/34. She has reddish blond hair, and a very soft complexion that tans to almost an olive brown. Mike is about my height (6') but stockier without being heavy. He has a Sam Elliot mustache and a voice just a few octaves above the same (much deeper than mine). He's got a great sense of humor and is much like me in his thoughts about a lot of things. These people are just real easy to like! For some very strange reason I cannot understand, Mike seems to look up to me. Denise just thinks I'm a neat guy. During dinner, Mike explained how he came about getting the new set-up. The system was nice, with all the extras (blue ray, computer connections, DVR etc) and 52" LED HD TV, combined with a Bose surround sound system. This explained their fantastic collection of music and discs. When the sound was on, it was like you were in the middle of the band. You felt like you became a part of it. Mike worked on his lighting system after dinner, insisting that I enjoy an after dinner drink with Denise. We talked while Mike worked. I really had no idea what he was doing other than hooking up something else electronic. Denise is the easiest female I've ever talked to besides my wife. We were quickly becoming good, good friends. The lighting system was unique to say the least. Light boxes were hung all around their living area. The boxes had various colored lights which worked singly or in combination, with varying intensities. Between the boxes were spots of which every other one was white and the others were green, blue, amber and ultra-violet. The boxes had U-V capability also. All this and more were operated from a control panel or by remote. The system had been built in LA by an electronics genius that worked in the motion picture industry. Mike finished his work as Denise and I started on our third drink. (Mike was on his third also graciously provided by Denise.) I was feeling quite comfortable and a little tipsy. My hosts were obviously feeling the same way. Mike flipped on the light system and the CD. He turned off the overhead lights and we all settled down on the pillows backing the pit group in their living area. We were telling stories, talking and mostly laughing. Up to now Denise had been wearing blue jean cut-offs which were cut to expose part of the cheeks of her lovely ass. She had tied the tails of her white shirt up under her breasts and the buttons were undone to the knot. My concentration had wandered many times during the night watching her move,lusting a bit, then shaming myself because of Paula, and Mike. After our long winded, drink aided, conversation it was clear that neither he nor she minded my leering, in fact, they both had a healthy open attitude about bodies. With friends like us it was A-ok to look and admire. A little after 9:00 Mike freshened our drinks (soft drink for me now. Mike declared,"Lights working! Great new friend! How about SHOWTIME, Denise?" "Do you like dancing, Will? Would it bother you to see my little dance show?" I had no real idea what this entailed, but I love to see dancing and I could watch her a long, long time. "I'd love to see your show, beautiful!" "Back in a minute." she said as she disappeared into their bedroom. Mike pushed the heavy over-sized coffee table about 8 feet from us. He picked a few CD's, put them on the stack player, then got the remotes for the player and the lights before settling back down on the pillows in front of the couch. We gabbed some more. Mike was almost a easy to talk to as Denise. We just all seemed to operate on the same wave length. In a few minutes, Denise let out an attention getting whistle from the bedroom. Mike pushed several buttons on both remotes as he said, "Settle back, Will, and enjoy the show." The music changed, the volume went up and you could feel a beautiful vibration in your soul. Then, the room went blindingly light, then black as coal. The brightness was intended to blind so Denise could take her place on the table. Then the spots lit her up. She had on a body suit that fit her perfectly, tight, but not binding. The suit was brown with fringe hanging from the arms, across her chest, and down the outside of both legs. She looked absolutely marvelous. If she looked good, then she moved fantastically. I was totally absorbed as she bounced to the tune. As this beat blended to another, she changed her dance. The spot turned from white to red. The music was seductive now, sensuously throbbing, and pulsating. Denise's body was easy to see, but definitive movements were difficult to detect due to the mood setting strobe light. Denise moved her hands around her suit. Suddenly, the suit parted just below her breasts, the lower half splitting down both sides as she pulled its clingy cob-web texture away from her body which by now was glistening with a very light film of perspiration. Then she tossed it aside revealing a spangled nude spandex bottom. Another deft move removed the top showing how the second outfit wrapped up around her breasts (barely) holding itself in place across one shoulder. She turned away from her admiring audience, bent at the waist as the lights changed again. U-V now! As my eyes adjusted I could see her looking at us between those beautiful calves. It was purely evident she had gymnastic ability and the sight was breathtaking!!! Mike could hear the sharp intake of my breath over the music. Mike's gasp came just seconds before he heard my groan with pent-up desire for Denise. She straightened slowly to the beat of the new slower but more powerful music. The turn had provided her opportunity to put on some kind of spangled half gloves and something like glitter (only larger) in her hair. All the spangles glowed magically in the light as she moved to the music seductively. The under suit was form fitting, not restrictive. Her breasts were allowed to undulate seductively. She was like a dream as she moved on the make shift stage. My mouth was dry, my skin was tight, and my breathing irregular for the two or three minutes I watched this sexy angel. She moved like a gorgeous witch casting a spell of seduction. A combination of lights came up slowly as the song climaxed (and I nearly did) and she took a bow. "More?" she asked. Something like yes came gutturally from my mouth. "Mike?" she inquired. "Please!" "Do number three if you dare, ok?" she instructed. "You know how to make a guy real happy baby. I need a minute to reset," Mike told her. "I need a little break anyway. Get us a drink, Will?" she asked. She sat between us drinking while Mike deftly played over the buttons on the remote. The light was soft blue now, but I could see the outfit better from the close view. It was actually quite chaste. She was completely covered in the 'important' areas by the nude shaded outfit. On stage one got the illusion that she was only dotted with spangles. Mike got up and pulled the table closer by 4 feet. Then, even a few feet closer. She would be dancing practically on top of us. Cat's Away "Mike, would you go for a 4?" Denise asked. "You bet! What do you think about Will, though?" "Will, do you mind if I get a little risqué?" "You're among friends, Denise. You can do anything you want without offending me. In fact, the more risqué, the better - if it's what you want. This part of your audience will only be more grateful." "Alright!" Mike retorted. "Quick change," Denise said to me. She gave me a quick sweet kiss, then kissed Mike and fled back to her 'dressing room.' "If you like this kind of stuff, Will, you're in for a real treat." Mike said. "I don't want to intrude or make either of you uncomfortable," I replied, "I am in absolute heaven right now." "Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show." Mike changed the music and then worked the controls of the lights. In the moment of quiet, Denise spoke through the door to say she was ready. The music started softly, slowly. Denise came out in a diaphanous, flowing, multi-layered dress that fell to her knees. A thin material wrap was around her shoulders. She was.....lovely. The music was soft and flowing and sexy. The undulations she made were in perfect time to the music as the shoulder wrap gracefully billowed to her whim. She released the wrap just so - as it floated sensuously to my lap. (Slightly "LESS" tented now.) The beat picked up a little and she moved with it. Without touching her outfit, the material began to come away. It was actually long scarves that fell, revealing more and more of her. The result was a skimpy satin teddy that literally clung to her luscious figure. More tempo now. Her hand moved to the top of the teddy between her breasts. On a strong beat of sound, the teddy was ripped from her. (Velcro, I guess.) The tiniest of G-strings covered her mound, but her breasts swung free in their nakedness. My gasps were not heard above the music but I'm sure my heart was. She moved like the goddess that invented sex, moving her hands over her exposed buttocks and thighs, then up to her breasts, cupping them. Her head swayed as her face revealed an almost ecstatic look. The moves she made after that are really indescribable; at least I can't find the words to do her justice. Her face was orgasmic. Off the table she came at first to dance with her breasts dangling just in front of Mike's nose placing that unbelievable rear next to my cheek. The she straddled my outstretched legs dancing her mound in my face. The mixture of the sweet scent of her perfume and the musk her own arousal leaped to my senses. If I even had touched my self at this point I would have blasted a load. She got me to my feet by pulling me up, still moving in perfect time to the beat. My bulge was obvious. She gently touched my crotch saying "You poor baby. Come sit over here." She led me to the opposite side of the table. Then she went back to the other side. She faced away from me as I stood in awe trying to soak up more with my over-stimulated eyes. She made some motion at Mike who obediently crawled to her feet. The she lay back against the table clutching the backs of my knees. Mike pulled the remaining cloth from her. He looked at me, winked, and drove his tongue into her wetness. She reached up, unbuckled my pants and pulled my underwear to my knees. She re-grasped the backs of my legs to pull me into that sweet mouth. My resolve was barely there, but I managed to utter, "Denise, I can't ..." "I'm not going to let you cheat sweet man, just give you relief. Come here, I'll tell Paula myself when I've gotten to know her. I promise she'll understand." Somehow that made perfect sense at the time (sometimes all my brains are in the head of my cock). I tried to ponder this but lost the battle by staring at those luscious breasts, then the waiting mouth. She was moaning in her throat from Mike's ministrations as she brought me to her wanting lips. Her lips were soft, so soft, as she enveloped my member. Her tongue lightly slid down my length as she drew further and further into her. Her guttural moans vibrated against me and came closer and closer together. She grabbed my hips to slowly make me withdraw and then in again. I should have come by then but I guess Paula was in my mind causing me to hold off. In painfully slow again, then out once more. She began to shake, then to tense and shake, but her mouth remained soft and her motions slow. She grabbed my buttocks and squeezed. That was it. She pulled me in. I went over the top gushing and gushing and gushing. She had waited for that. She went over the top shuddering and screaming a very muffled scream of pure orgasmic pleasure. Then, she swallowed all she had retained crying "oh! Yes! Oh!" between gulps. She scrambled that wicked wonderful tongue to get more of the cream as it dripped from her lips. She licked my slowly dwindling erection as it came from her mouth, then rubbing my member slowly, lightly, easily all over her face, finally releasing me. I slumped to my knees as Mike stood. I rested against the table with my face toward her marvelous breasts, now swollen even more with nipples hard. Mike gently entered her through her moans of pleasure. I had to suck her breast and fondle her. As I did she moaned more, then, came again. Mike followed her quickly. This was overload, I slumped to the floor, Mike fell back against the cushions. In a minute, Denise was holding me, lying beside me. She kissed me sweetly as I tasted myself on her lips. A minute later, Mike lay beside her making her the meat in a most wonderful sandwich. We held each other like this for some time, finally breaking the bond when the music quit. The lights went on because they were keyed to the player. After some rearranging (on my part and Mike's, Denise remained beautifully nude) we sat and basked in the afterglow. Already, the guilt was setting in. We talked easily with both of them reassuring me. This was not intended by anyone but certainly not regretted by either of them. After another drink, they walked me home (Denise put on a wrap-around dress without bothering to tie it in front). A good night kiss from her at the door with naked breasts in my hand once more, then a hug from them both. I watched them walk back toward their place from the open door until the disappeared around the corner. They waved just before going out of sight, and I waved back. In less than five minutes I was in bed and sleeping with a smile on my face. Chapter 2 I awoke early Thursday to the alarm with memories rushing into my head. Oh Paula, please don't hate me! How was I going to explain? When you get home the four of us will go to dinner. After you've met them I'll tell you because I have to. You are my partner; I will not keep a secret from you. Then you will either hate me or you will understand and forgive. After all, I did not make love to her, I just......well. I also had the sweet memory of last night. It was a busy morning at work finally calming down near lunch. Mike called, "You surviving my friend?" "Hi, Mike, got mixed emotions, feeling great and real guilty." "Got time for lunch?" "Free all afternoon. You want to meet somewhere?" "See you at KB"s at 11:45, that ok?" "You got it." KB's is an active place but allows private conversation and decent food. Seeing Mike's smile made me feel better. Mike explained how great the evening had been for them. He had fantasized for some time about just the event that had taken place. He had not expressed it until one night when he was 'feeling no pain.' He was real surprised when Denise had been receptive. She was very sexual and had fantasized about such an event herself for longer than he. She simply hadn't had the courage to tell him as he did not want to jeopardize the great relationship they had. They had both thought that it would never happen as they did not believe they would ever find someone they could be that open with or one that fit the restrictions they both had. They had discussed my problem this morning. They were very sensitive to how I felt about Paula and our relationship. It was also obvious how much I had enjoyed myself. The Hot tub incident had not exactly been an accident either. Mike liked to show off Denise, and Denise enjoyed showing off. They had been headed to the hot tub when they saw me. Mike suggested she go change into the abbreviated outfit she wore that night, and Denise had willingly agreed. They dashed back to their condo, without me being aware, and Denise had quickly changed. Last night was not planned, exactly, but they were both happy at how it had turned out. Now they wanted to help. Turns out that Denise is a photo nut just like Paula. She was wanting to put together some portfolios of her work. She had been through one bad marriage and now was in a great one. An idea started to formulate in my head. She had taken modern dance and learned the other stuff through practice, videos, and some intermittent visits to some rather classy strip shows in Las Vegas, Nashville, and Dallas. We talked on and on. We planned a trip to the 'Trough' for Friday night. We didn't get too specific with our plans, just the idea of what we wanted to take place. A drink at their place, then to dinner, maybe back to their place if things were going ok. "Let Denise talk to her. If she and Paula get along, then we'll work things out. If not, then we'll just forget it happened. It'll be better that way." "I hope it works out, because I don't think I can keep it from her. It would be like a lie, and I just won't lie to Paula." With lunch over and feeling better about their attitude and implied support, we paid the check and I went back to work. That night I had dinner with a business associate, then, returned home to do some picking up before Friday night. Denise called to say how much she enjoyed last night, that I shouldn't feel guilty that a pretty lady seduced me into a blow job, and she was sure things would work out. I missed Paula terribly. I explained how much I enjoyed myself and hoped she was right..... I slept fitfully that night. My worst enemy was fear that the incident might cause bitterness and mistrust to enter our marriage for the first time. I prayed she would accept what happened and love me. Friday was a long day, even though I took off early. Paula was early! She got home just before 5:00. I was ecstatic. We were slobbering all over each other. I babbled about our plans for the evening. She was excited and a little disappointed that we weren't going to be alone. But, she wanted to meet some new friends and was ready for a meal on the town. We both got ready. I called Mike and Denise while Paula was in the shower. Then, I took a shower. I heard the phone ring. Paula answered. As I came out of the bathroom I asked who was on the phone. She told me it was Denise. "She sounds like a real, real neat person. We talked a little." My heart was in my throat. "They want us to come early so we can celebrate my return," Paula continued, "Denise does photos!" We got ready and walked over. Paula was wearing a mauve colored knit dress that showed her off well. I was in shirt and slacks. Mike greeted us at the door. Paula almost dropped her teeth. Mike looks so much like her idol Sam Elliot that she almost couldn't talk. The feeling quickly passed as we entered and Denise met Paula. Denise was wearing a relatively casual white dress that was a knock-out. The skirt part of the dress was full, coming to points at many places just above her knees, "Kerchief" style. The blouse part was pure sex. The neckline plunged to the waist, and the back nearly did. No part of her breasts actually showed, but the "attitude" was there. You could almost imagine her breasts springing free of the light fabric. Mike and Denise showed Paula their place, including the light set-up, and the electronic system. She was impressed. Denise fixed drinks for all of us. Mike and I sat in the pit group while the girls went to Denise's "photo" room. I needed the drink and knocked it down quickly. I was nearing the bottom of the second before the girls emerged chatting busily. They finally acknowledged our presence with Denise saying "Your wife is as much a winner as you are, Will." Mike flipped on the light system which proceeded to keep time with the music. Then he explained the system to Paula. (The lights were relatively tame in comparison to Wednesday night.) Paula loved it. She was also hot to hear Mike talk and look at his face. I cracked, "If Mike buttons the top button on his shirt, Denise and I might have to go eat by ourselves!" Paula laughed, then, explained her infatuation with Mr. Elliot, and Mike's resemblance to him. It was obvious she liked them both just as I had when I first met them. We all talked. At some point, Paula admired the heavy over-sized coffee table. "Yeah, Mike likes it too." Denise said. Paula gave a questioning look as I blushed, (thankfully she was not facing me). "He likes for me to dance for him on that table under the lights." With some questioning, Denise explained her dance background. Paula was delighted and said,"Will would have me doing strips up there." "Oh, Mike loves it when I do. I think I've even gotten pretty good at it (understatement of the year). Some day I'll put on a show for you." she casually remarked. "Sounds like fun," Paula said half jokingly. We had a quick cocktail. Thirty minutes later we were laughing our way into the restaurant. The girls were talking incessantly. It was great. Mike and I carried on our own conversation, interrupting them every so often to ask questions, or to get an opinion. As we were drinking our coffee after the meal, the girls were talking more softly. Mike and I mostly pretended to talk, more interested in trying eavesdrop without them knowing. We heard enough to know they were talking about their relationships with us. The talk turned to sex, then dancing. I heard little else, once I caught 'hot tub' then 'dance'. I got several grinning stares from Paula. I heard something like 'poor man' from Paula, then nothing else discernable. We paid out, then left laughing. Paula gave me a very nice big kiss just before I opened the door for her. "Nice, what was that for?" "Just because I love you," she replied. We laughed and talked on the way back to Mike and Denise's. The mood and talk and laughter had rolled into a sexual tone. When we got back, Denise got us all a round of after-dinner drinks, while Mike set up the system and lights. "Now, I'll show you what a real light show is like." he said to Paula. The music was great and so was the atmosphere. For the first time in two days I felt a little loose. After a while, Mike said to Denise, "Honey, would you do one dance for me, please?" "Mike, Paula doesn't want to see me dance." she said reproachfully. "I'd love to see it, if you don't mind." Paula replied. "Me too," I chimed in. "Majority rules!" Denise said cheerfully. "Paula, would you help me change?" she asked. "I'd love too." The girls disappeared into the 'dressing room.' My heart was pounding again. Denise and Paula came out a short time later with Paula sitting between Mike and I and Denise taking her stage a respectable 8' away. The show was on again! Denise was wearing another costume, different from the other night. The dance was great. After one fairly long song, she joined us for a drink. "Your turn Paula," she said. "I can't," Paula said. Mike said "You're among friends." I commented, "I'd love to see it." "Ok, but you've got to dance with me Denise." "Let's go change," Denise stated. After a brief discussion of sizes, in which Denise assured Paula she could be fitted, the girls retired again. Ten minutes later, my eyes popped out. Paula was in a skimpy outfit that showed her attributes admirably. The top was a silk halter that revealed nothing, but showed everything. The bottom was silk also, cut very high on the sides with a unique dip in the front and back. Denise looked very stunning in a tight mini skirt and delicate white knit top. The girls took the stage. Denise told Mike to play number 2 (I remembered #4 about then). Paula was magnificent. The girls danced off each others moves. My pole was making a taller tent than before. Mike and I demanded a few encores until Denise insisted that Paula do a solo. The slow moving song was perfect for her performance. I know I was oozing fluid as she sexily moved on the stage. This girl had missed her trade. WOW! She finished the song to a round of applause from an appreciative audience of three. She joined us as at the couch for a drink. "Now how were you laying?" Paula suddenly questioned. "Like this," Denise said as she arose and took the same position she had on Wednesday, with her back on the table. "And where was Mike?" "Come here Mike, and show Paula where you were." I was dying inside, looking for a hole to crawl into on the outside. The cat was obviously out of the bag. Maybe if I could live through the next 5 minutes, I might survive - Might! Mike took his place kneeling between her legs. "And where was my horny little husband?" "Right here" Denise said as she lay her head back miming my presence at her lips. I said nothing. What could I say. Paula looked at me, then smiled. She softly said, "It's ok. Just make sure I'm there next time." I couldn't talk, just nodded with eyes full. Paula held me close. After some time I said, "Let's go home, I want to make love to you." It was her turn to nod. Our hostess hugged Paula as Mike shook my hand. Then Denise gave me a full mouth kiss. Paula responded by kissing Mike. Then the girls kissed. Not a friendly peck, but a full blown, fantastic, inspiring kiss. My knees were shaking and my legs were weak. We practically ran home. For the first time in a week I was going to make love to my wife. She still had on her costume when we reached the bedroom. We could not get enough of each others mouth as I ran my hands over her body. I cupped her breast under her the halter as our tongues entwined. She ground her pelvis into mine. I can't remember ever being more turned on. I kissed down her neck, finally lifting the halter from her. Paula ran her fingernails across my chest in circular motions giving me chills of pleasure as she removed my shirt. She pressed her left breast against me. I bent and kissed her breasts, sucking the hard nipple in my mouth. I was swallowing her luscious tit with the nipple playing against the back of my throat. I sat her on the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. The skimpy shorts were discarded. My lips found her labia, with my nose snuggling the short curly hairs on her mound. My tongue searched between her satiny folds to find the hardness of her clitoris. Giving it a gentle bath, as my tongue ran slowly in and out. Paula threw her head back making tiny moans of pleasure as my tongue slowly danced into her tunnel, only to slowly rise to suck gently and rhythmically on her clit. "Come here, PLEASE," she moaned. I arose, shed the rest of my clothes and lay beside her. Our mouths met. She licked her juices from my lips, chin, and nostrils... I positioned myself between her legs without breaking the love being exchanged with our lips. My cock, hard as it has ever been eased forward, finding her wetness, sliding into her sweetness with practiced familiarity that can be only accomplished by two persons that have made love solely to each other for an extended length of time. (Definitely not something acquired with a one-night-stand). As the "General's" head slid down the velvety furrow, Paula's hips rose up to receive the thrust. She moaned and gently bit my lip. Her hot swollen breasts were pressed into my chest with hard nipples rubbing through the hair, instantly sending electric shocks through me. Gently, easily, we ground against each other between the long, slow, tender strokes pulling out until I can hear the gentle "kiss" of the lips of her sweet creamy pussy, only to bury into its exact depth...The exact length that I have created. It is though I am the only man who has ever been there. I have created its' depth, width, and breadth.... It is as though our bodies have melted..... together, our minds blend and we share the passion that the other person is experiencing! The tempo increased. She was crying "Yes!" Cat's Away Positively without a doubt, I know when she is seconds away from a tremendous orgasm... Her breasts swell significantly! "Yes! Love Me! Take me! Fuck me!" My excitement increased with hers. Our tempo increased. Her cheeks flushed, her toes curled, and her cry became a guttural scream of pleasure as she gushed and gushed. I went over the edge, 'tides' of my love washing up inside her, oozing out when the volume was too much. We collapsed together, holding tight, then gently stroking as we calmed after the quake. Cat's Away Slick pussy juices flowed out of her, coating his dick thoroughly as Felicia stroked herself against him again and again. She couldn't believe how wonderful he'd made her feel, and Michael had yet to slide his cock inside and truly fuck her. Now that her first orgasm was subsiding, she was off guard for just a moment, but it was enough of an opportunity, and one too good for him to pass up. As Felicia closed her eyes and released some of the pressure that she was putting on Michael's cock, he managed to wiggle himself down a little more. Not too much, just a few inches down on the deck, but enough room to make all the difference in the world. Felicia was still recovering from cumming all over Michael's searingly hot cock, and now it was his turn. Sucking down on one of her magnificent tits again, Michael heard her gasp as his penis finally made its way inside her. The thick purple head of his cock slid inside her hot fuck hole with the greatest of ease, its unhindered path lubricated by Felicia's own juices. Quickly, before she realized it, Michael had rammed his cock up inside her pussy, taking her for his own. His hips bucked upward and he pulled down on her body by wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling his face into her cleavage as he fucked her. His withdrawal was slight before he found himself thrusting up into her again, feeling that hot cunt wrapped around his cock like the finest velvet glove. Even better, now that she knew what was happening, Felicia pressed down on him as he thrust, meeting his cock and helping him to fuck her. Their bodies locked, they let go with reckless abandon, pumping and humping each other without a care in the world. Felicia's cunt felt even better than her hot mouth had just minutes before, and Michael strained to not let go too soon. It was difficult going as her exquisite breasts still found his tongue even while her pussy was giving his cock a workout. He thrust into her again, hard and fast, doing for real what they had only simulated out on the dance floor, in the club that seemed so distant now. As Michael's thoughts returned to that hot little number Felicia had done with him on the dance floor, it was almost as if she could read his mind, for on the next thrust, Felicia slid off of him, leaving his cock stiff in the breeze. She wasn't through with him, not quite yet as she reluctantly pulled her breasts from his mouth. Instead, she took Michael by the hand and helped him up off the deck, moving over just a few feet as she led the way. Felicia hastily kicked a pool chair out of the way as she reached the deck railing, and now it was all very clear to Michael. Like she had done on the dance floor, Felicia bent over, waving her sexy ass in his face as her newfound lover positioned himself behind her. This time, she had her arms bracing against the railing as Michael's hands found their position on the sides of her rump, and the two of them gyrated in position, if for only a moment. Then, as if to consummate what had been unknowingly promised before, Michael eased his cock forward as she wiggled to meet him, sliding his meat into her pussy once again. He was fucking her from behind now, pounding his cock deep inside her with each successive thrust. Michael's strong hands kept her from wriggling too far away, not that she was likely to do that. Instead, she kept a firm grip on the deck railing as Michael slammed his cock into her, reaming out her hot pussy as she mimicked the motions she had done on the dance floor. This time though, there was nothing separating them as Michael's cock slid deeper and deeper into Felicia's cunt. Her wild gyrations only served to heighten the sensations that they felt as they gave themselves to each other. His thrusts were fast and hard now, plowing every last inch of his thick cock into her waiting pussy as she moaned and wailed with delight. After all Michael had been through with her that night, he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer inside that steaming hot fuck hole. "Oh, God! Felicia! I'm going to cum for you!" he panted. "Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" rasped Felicia in reply. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh God baby!" was all that Michael could muster as his thrusts grew harder and more urgent. He could feel his balls constricting against his body as they readied to unleash their load inside Felicia. "Not yet, not yet" begged Felicia as she gave him one more vigorous shake of her butt. In an instant, she slid away from him, sliding his cock out of her well fucked cunt and turned around. Once facing him, she went down on her knees and grasped his slick shaft in her hand. Without being bidden to, she rubbed his cock all over her face, concentrating on her cheeks and mouth as she stroked him, harder and harder, tightening her grip on him. That was all he needed, and with a mighty groan, Michael came, spewing his cum all over Felicia's face as she tried to catch as much of it as she could in her mouth. He looked down at her cum splattered face as his cock spurted once again, seeing her indulging herself with his sweet sticky cum. She let his cock shoot a little more on her, then she went down on Michael one last time, sucking all the cum she could out of him and swallowing it down. Her face and hair were matted with the stuff, but Felicia didn't seem to mind. In fact, she luxuriated in it, taking her time to suck Michael's cock as clean as she could. He enjoyed that as well, for she did an excellent job of it. When she was done, Felicia took Michael by the hand, leading him down off the pool deck and towards the house. He kept in close contact with her as they went, never letting his hand stray off that fine ass of hers until they were safely inside. They woke the next morning, together in her bed. While neither one had any concrete plans for the weekend, they had all been changed now. The only thing that either one of them was now thinking was how to sneak Michael out without any of the neighbors seeing him, and how would they manage to sneak up to his bed later, where they could continue where they had left off when they finally drifted off to sleep the night before.