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Consolation

By: Balaak



Death brings strange changes to people. My wife and I were very close friends to Danielle and Mike. We would do everything together as two couples. They lived just across the street a few houses over on our block.

Most of the time during the evenings, we would get together for dinnertime. Seemed to be more fun than eating alone and we would alternate cooking. We spent weekends apart, but sometimes did things together like short trips to the lake, or a night out dancing, movies, or whatever. Danielle was sweet and never seemed to have a harsh word for anyone, and Mike was so easygoing that I wondered at times if there was ever anything he said "no" to.

While they were super close friends of the family, nothing sexual of any kind had ever happened and I don't think any of us ever considered anything sexual. I say that because many people might nod and wink and assume that we flirted or teased or whatever, but it just wasn't so. These were friends, almost family-like.

With a suddenness that shocked the entire town, Danielle was struck down by ovarian cancer. As we learned, most cases are diagnosed at advanced stages due to the lack of symptoms. Danielle was diagnosed too late. It is amazing how attached you become to someone and having them suddenly taken from you illustrates the depth of the loss. We felt that things just could never be the same without her around.

Mike took it hard. Who doesn't, when a spouse is lost? I thought I could help him through it by keeping him occupied. People kept saying it was a matter of time. How long was a "matter of time?" For a while, Mike stayed locked up in his house. I don't know how he did it, but I've never lost a spouse before. Wouldn't he want to get out? Get fresh air? Cry in the sun? I asked him all these things, but he just wanted to curl up and die. I felt the same, in a way, her passing was a great loss to both Candi and me.

I tried every trick in the book to get him back out of his house over the ensuing months, but it wasn't until I had given up that he started coming out of his seclusion. I would check on him every couple days, even after I had given up trying to lure him out, and one of those days he finally talked about coming over. It was the start, I guess, of his recovery. Almost two years had passed. I had been worried; Mike owned several firearms, as I did, and I was concerned he might try to follow Danielle.

Fortunately, Mike began coming around again. His easy-going nature was there, just very subdued. His smiles were thoughtful, and sad. But the smiles started coming easier as the months passed. It seemed to take so long, but he finally became part of the family again and could be found at our house all the time. I spent a lot of time with him, and talked to him constantly about life.

One of those days, I came home from work, and my entry into the house was greeted with sobs. I could hear Mike in the kitchen. The grief that poured from his voice was so sharp, even after all this time. I poked my head around the corner and saw him standing there. My wife Candi was hugging him, consoling him, and the tears were streaming down her face, as well. I wasn't sure I should butt in; it looked like she was doing what needed to be done. Mike wouldn't cry around me, much, and he probably needed a shoulder to unload on. I tiptoed away. This day was particularly hard because it was Danielle's birthday.

Over the next few days, though, Mike's spirits appeared to be markedly better. Candi's shoulder and hug had been what he needed. I mentioned that to my wife and she agreed that he was obviously in better spirits. I was a little unsure how to proceed, because although I had given this a lot of thought, I wasn't sure how it would be received. When I considered the improvement in our friend, I decided that the topic was worth talking about even if the idea was rejected.

"Candi, how important is Mike's well-being to you?"

"Very, why?" Her simple answer was typical, but the mind behind it complex. She already knew I had something in mind about helping Mike.

"Your attention the other day and the hug really lifted his spirits." I mentioned the obvious.

She nodded, listening.

"If you were to be even more attentive, he might return to some semblance of normality."

She shrugged. "I'm as attentive as ever. How could I be more? I'm just as concerned as you are about him."

"But you're a woman. He hasn't had the attentions of a woman for a couple of years now. If you were to show him some extra attention, some womanly allure and affection, we would be doing him a service he can't get anywhere else." 

"You want me to have sex with him?" she asked incredulously. "Is that it?"

"Well, no..." I shook my head. I hadn't meant that, exactly.

"Then what?" She tilted her head at me.

"I was thinking that you could take him out, alone. Like on dates, you know." I shrugged, sort of at a loss as to how to explain what I was wanting to get across. I wasn't doing a good job of it.

"Dates?" I saw her mind working. I think she was sorting through what I said and trying to find what I meant. Candi was good at that. "Ah..."

"If you were to take him out dancing once a week, or go to a movie, or do a dinner without me, maybe he can let go of wanting to bring back Danielle."

"Yes, I think I see what you mean. You don't want me to romance him..."

"No..." I said. Was I that bad at saying what I meant?

"You want me to show him that he can still enjoy being around other women," she finished.

"Yes." I smiled.

"Good idea," she nodded. "And you'd be alright with us alone at a movie?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "It's Mike. What good are we as friends if we aren't willing to help him? I can see whatever movie you two see some other time."

Candi nodded, deep in thought. "I think that's probably a good idea. As long as you aren't asking me to have sex with him, I think it could work."

Mike came over on Friday a few days after my proposal to Candi. Candi was wearing her little dance dress and greeted him at the door. I pulled Mike aside and claimed I was feeling a little ill, but asked him if he would mind taking Candi dancing.

"Oh, well yeah," he stammered. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

I nodded. "I just have a nasty headache and don't want to make it worse with all the dance music, you know."

He nodded.

"But Candi wants to get out of the house," I motioned to Candi, who was waiting outside. "Take her, would you? And keep her out of trouble for me?"

"Sure thing, bud." He gripped my shoulder and looked me in the eye with concern.

He didn't realize he was the one being helped, but that was how Mike worked. If he didn't think he was helping me out, he would probably have gone back home.

That was how the dating started. Candi did her part without complaint and Mike really began to perk up. We were really doing our part to help him and it felt good. I begged off a few more times and then "admitted" to Mike that I didn't really like to dance and that I would be grateful if he continued to take her.

Candi would tell me everything they did and talked about, so I knew all that they would do. She told me how he hadn't wanted to dance with her the first couple times they went dancing, but she finally told him that there were some creeps who would want to dance with her if Mike didn't and that she would rather dance with him than have to suffer. He fell for that one without argument. Their dance nights became more fun as she began to relate to him and enjoy his company. At first it was something of a chore, but after she got him to respond, it became something she looked forward to. She began talking to him like she had talked to Danielle - naturally. She said that they were becoming as comfortable as they had once been when we were all still together.

My time with her wasn't cut short any, I would take her out on a different night, so I kept Candi happy. Finally, happiness began to return to the two households. After three months of their dating, even Candi started to look happier.

Everyone faces the question of how far one goes to help a friend. We had always lived by the "do unto others" creed. We were willing to go to almost any lengths to help a friend, short of injury to self or finances, in return for the hopes that such a friend would do the same for us. If Mike couldn't count on us as friends, what good were we? And what could we expect from others if we weren't willing to help others? But where does the line get drawn on help? Exactly where?

What I mean is that when you begin to notice something different, what qualifies as too far?

I asked her once before all the little signs if I thought flirting might help or hurt. She seemed very receptive and asked if she should. I told her I didn't see any problem with some minor flirting. Talk is only talk and flirting would boost any guy's ego.

Over the months, I noticed several things by themselves that were really nothing, but together made me uneasy. For instance, Candi and Mike began hugging, friendly-like. She would get cheek-pecks from Mike when he came over during the weekdays. Candi would put her arm through Mike's as they left or returned. They would sit next to each other on the couch when we were at home. She started buying him little gifts for special occasions. He started wearing cologne. Candi bought new clothes to dance in.

These little things began to tally up in my mind, but Candi assured me that everything was still fine. Our sex life was normal, she paid attention to me, we didn't bicker, and she held me at night like she always had. So I was suspicious on one hand, but mollified on the other. I was confused. If she had developed something too far with Mike, I should have been seeing it on my end with bickering, cold shoulders, and her facing away from me at night. None of that happened. By all psychological accounts, she loved me as deeply as ever.

I guess I had assumed that things had to be black or white. My mind works that way. I wasn't allowing that there was a middle ground. How wrong I was got illustrated to me one dance night when I caught her dressing without her knowledge. She was naked and I love watching her dress, so I kept quiet. She sprayed perfume down around her knees and picked up her dress from the chair. It was one of the slinky ones she had been wearing the last several weeks. Without anything else, she slipped the dress over her head and arranged it over her sexy hips. I waited a moment but she picked up a brush and ran it through her hair.

No panties.

I waited still, thinking she would slip them on, but she came out of the bathroom and ran into me.

"Oh, hi," she smiled and kissed me on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a nice hug.

"No underwear?" I'm sort of blunt, if I can get the words out right.

She looked startled, but looked me in the eye. "No, they're uncomfortable on the dancefloor."

I eyed the hemline of her dress. If she sat down and crossed her legs, the only guy that might miss her lack of panties would be some blind guy in Tibet. "Does Mike know you go without panties?"

She nodded but said nothing.

"Is that wise?" I felt like I was losing control.

"You asked if I would be flirty with him when this all started," she reminded me. "He really likes it when he knows I'm not wearing underwear. It makes him feel special."

"Hmm." I didn't know how to answer that.

She resumed hugging me in that special way. "You don't need to worry, you're not losing me."

She felt what I was thinking. But I was still bothered. Should I have felt less or more bothered? If the idea of his dance partner going without panties perked his spirits, was that so bad? No, I'm sure, but if that dance partner was my wife, did that suddenly make it bad? Yes, I think. That meant he was thinking of her in a sexual way, and that she was going along. But we had talked about flirting, and we had agreed that some minor flirting would be good for him.

What the hell was minor and when did it stop being minor? Was flirting minor when you didn't really mean it? Did it stop being minor when you meant it? Was going pantyless something you meant, or not? I couldn't decide.

Mike picked up Candi a few minutes later and they left for the bar, arm in arm. I watched her slender figure sway under that short black dress knowing she wasn't wearing panties. Supposedly, Mike knew it, too.

I paced for several minutes but found I wasn't going to be satisfied being in the dark. I got in the truck and drove to the bar. Mike's car was there, so they were inside. Chuck's is a big place with a long bar area, a dance floor, live entertainment, and even an old bull machine the owner kept operating. Lights were always kept low enough to hide the spilled beer and dinged-up tables.

I went through the back door and passed several people waiting for the restrooms. I took a spot at the bar and looked out over the dancefloor. They weren't on it; they were just sitting down from the last dance. I drank a beer while I watched them. If they bothered to take a good look in the dim lights, I'm sure they would have seen me, but they didn't have any reason to look. I drank through two beers with nothing more exciting or disturbing than them getting up to dance.

Sure, Candi's dress showed too much leg, but nothing flashed and they danced like normal people. Even the slow dance was nothing I could pick on. Mike held her like he would have if Danielle had been standing there watching. I guess I didn't have anything to worry about. I was going to go over to them, but the bartender interrupted. I ordered a third beer and watched drinks get delivered to their table.

Eh, I'd watch through another beer.

They drank like they'd already had a few rounds. I paid more attention when Mike patted his lap and Candi moved from her chair to sit across his legs. He held her around the waist and gripped his drink in the other hand, which he rested on three miles of bare leg.

Hmm. Is sitting on someone's lap crossing the line? In a crowded public place like this, probably not. Hell, Danielle had sat on my lap a couple times and nothing had ever occurred to me about it. There had been zero sexual thoughts when she had, but I wondered now if Mike had wondered? Was I just trying to find an excuse to end things? Was I trying to unload a friend out of suspiscion? How good a friend was I if I was wrong? What about my obligation as a husband? Why couldn't I get a definite answer to what was on my mind?

Candi scooted around on his lap, and my view was blocked by her back. She leaned her head down to his and they stayed like that for a while. Nothing to see. Nothing to complain about.

They got up for another dance as Candi led him by the hand. They danced close, and his hands wandered down to her hips. She put her arms around his neck and he bent down to kiss her. The kiss was a full-blown tongue kiss and his hands wandered over her back and ass.

If I was seeing this right, this was too far. I think I would have to say the line was drawn, and crossed.

When he ran his hand around her hem and up under it to her hip, I had seen enough. But Candi batted him away with a smile on her face.

Hmm.

They left, though, and that was odd. They usually were out dancing for at least four hours. I followed them a few seconds later and watched them kiss in the parking lot. His hand was up under her skirt, but she batted him away, again.

So was my wife a good girl or not? I was getting agitated.

I followed them back home, but Mike didn't stop in front of our house. He went to his. 

Uh oh.

They went inside his house and I watched the lights go on from room to room. When the bedroom light went on, I knew I was in trouble.

I went home and paced. I ranted silently in the air. I wondered if I was mistaken. I tried to remember the love in my wife's hug just two hours ago, and the look of sincerity on her face.

Hell.

Candi came home at the regular time. I had made up my mind to approach this like I knew nothing.

"Hi, hon." I smiled.

"Mmm, hello." She wrapped me in one of those hugs.

I kissed her deeply and she responded immediately back. She sure wasn't acting like she was in trouble, or like any typical cheater. She didn't shy away or beg off for a quick shower.

"I think I should help you out of that dress." I leered at her like a lustful drunk.

She giggled.

I led her to the bedroom and unbuttoned her dress. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and I had to know. I slipped her dress off and ran my hands over her naked body.

"Mmm, did you let Mike touch you?" I rubbed her shoulders and breasts. I'm sure my dropped-bomb question couldn't have been any more shocking.

It took her a while to answer, but she said, "yes."

To say that red flags flew in my mind would be an understatement, but I didn't let it show. Why would she be honest with me? Was I missing something?

She unbuttoned my pants and helped me out of them.

"Did he get to see your pussy?" I rubbed her there gently. She was very wet.

Again, it took her a while to answer. "Yes."

"Did you let him touch it?" I dipped a finger in and she clutched me. Her body shuddered.

"Yes."

"Did you touch him? Stroke him?"

"Yes!" Candi convulsed on my fingers and she pulled me to the bed. I didn't get to ask any more questions until later.

Candi admitted that Mike liked to take her to his house and use a video camera on her. She was vague about how, but it was something he used to do with Danielle.

I wasn't sure how to take some manual play. I knew my line was crossed, but was hers? She had proved beyond any doubt to me that she loved me passionately. Her lust last night was unmistakable. When she had come, she called my name, not his.

"Maybe it's time to stop boosting his ego," I began.

"Oh, Jim, we can't do that to him! He's our friend!"

"I think it's getting a little too sexual to be appropriate." I raised my eyebrows at her.

"But he's a friend. We've supported him through a really tough time. We can't pull the rug from under him now." She looked shocked that I was suggesting hurting him.

"Don't you think fondling is a bit too far?"

"What has it hurt?"

"Huh?" I missed the point there, I guess.

"What has this dating thing hurt? He's back to normal, happy as he used to be and he's still our friend. He hasn't screwed up anything between you and me. Where is the injury? He's your friend, too!"

"Where's the injury? He's been feeling you up. His hand doesn't belong down there, that's where the injury is!"

"Fine, his hand doesn't belong there. How has this hurt our love? I've had a hundred hands down my pants before we married, how do those hands matter?"

"Because they didn't come during our marriage." She was out-arguing me, but I had her on this one point. 

"How do you know he's been the only one? How do you know that I haven't had another hundred hands down my pants since we've been married. How has that possibility hurt anything? Doesn't my love for you matter?"

How do women twist this crap?

She continued. "If I wasn't a great friend to him and him to us, I wouldn't have done this dating thing to begin with. I sacrificed my own obligations to go along with your idea, and now you fault me for being successful? What kind of friend would I be if I told him it was all over the first time he kissed me? What's a kiss between friends?"

"But he was kissing you and you're married to me!"

"You were willing to allow him to date me for his sanity and well-being. You even brought up flirting. When you had your first kiss as a kid, did you determine right then that you were getting married forever, or was the kiss just fun? Do you really believe a kiss just blows everything to hell?"

"Well..."


Consolation Ch. 02



Oh, dear reader, let me tell you that there most certainly are two sides (or more) to every story. Perhaps you really expected to hear more of Jim's side, how he saw it all end up, how he viewed it all, and how he dealt with the consequences.

But me, the bad and evil Mike; I was just to be reviled and lumped into the discard bin that contained all the rest of society's rejected male failures because of my part in Candi's infidelity? No way am I going to allow the story to be told so lopsided. No way will I allow you to hear such a one-sided, prejudiced assessment of the events that led to the present day.

Would that even be fair to Candi?

Many people will hear a situation described and interpret it through an overly objective ear. For example, I'm sure many of you would feel that Jim (Candi's husband) was a caring individual that agonized over how to best approach a situation he found himself in. He might have had you believe that he was mankind's answer to reason, logic, emotional attachment, and generosity.

My side will paint a different picture.

Oh, without a doubt, I am reviled by relatives, scorned by religious people, scowled at by neighbors, hated by friends who are no longer friends, and even hated by one kid's purple dinosaur on TV. Such is the judgement of society. Such will be my punishment until those who hold such views slowly succumb to time and are buried six feet under with all their hatreds and prejudices. In the end, none of it will matter. I'm sure if I took a stroll through the graveyard, any ghost would tell me a similar story of infidelity and lifelong hatred. Would I care? Would anyone who isn't already two hundred years dead? So I don't expect you to sympathize with me. No, society demands you hate me.

The only defense I have, and the only true cause I can claim to have planted my flag in and am proudly flying from its battlements is love.

Yes, I was offered Candi as an act of friendship. Yes, I was only offered her as a friend, from a friend, because Jim was my best friend. Jim doesn't know all the details.

Before I married Dani, and just before Jim had married Candi, Jim and I would spend a lot of time together. Jim went through about a dozen women a week during his dating life. There were times his tramps would call my house looking for him. I loved Jim, but who was I? Was I his personal secretary? Why was I catching flak for Jim dating certain women? Why was I having to answer for Jim's cheating on his girlfriends?

Jim didn't tell you, but the jerk was also good friends to a guy who was in the service. I didn't know the guy, but that didn't matter. The guy gets shipped overseas on some detachment, and Jim starts seeing the guy's wife. Getting a different picture of Jim, yet? Jim brags to me about how his friend is overseas and he's fucking the shit out of the wife. What kind of response can I have? No, he wasn't making it up; the wife in question came sniffing after Jim's dick knocking on my door looking for him.

Well, during those times when Jim's bed-hopping grated on my nerves more than anything, he meets a new gal. This one is different, quiet. This one doesn't cuss and drink and make scenes out in front of my house at all hours if Jim happened to be around. No, this one was reserved, tame, and so very not Jim's type.

I was introduced to her and promptly forgot her name. I didn't care about her. I had to be reminded three times that her name was Candi. I viewed all of Jim's women the same; cheap, tawdry, trashy, slutty, etc. I had to admit, though, after some time, that she was something more than he deserved. Don't get me wrong, Jim was my best friend; I just took a dim, sideways look at his skirt-chasing and tasted something sour.

Candi made an attempt to attract my attention. She was attracted to my looks, which are considerably better than the rougher style that Jim has. I don't know why she latched onto him, but I still viewed her as his, even though they were just dating. Apparently she didn't feel as attached to him, but in my book even dating meant off-limits.

Yeah, yeah, I know, later events made me rethink that and I broke a stronger rule.

So, I rebuffed her attempt at making a connection with me back when it was still "safe" because I was that kind of dependable friend. You just don't steal girlfriends. Laugh all you want.

Candi married Jim just a few weeks later. I married Dani a couple months after that. So Candi and I could have been, but weren't. Life's currents would drag us along for several years. There were no secret letters, no shared looks, and no stolen moments. Nothing existed between Candi and me except a friendship.

Jim was always thinking. He was always concerned about how friends should be to each other. He had a very strong idea of how close friends should be. He also loved his wife. All of his cheating stopped. All of his looking and flirting and disgusting behavior ended. Candi was good for him. I grew to appreciate both of them for their support and friendship as the years passed.

Dani was not the goddess of heaven. She was not the virgin Mary that everyone says she was. Sure, some thought she was sweet. Yes, she was somewhat quiet. But she was the most bitter, snide, backstabbing witch that I ever made the mistake of marrying. The ring on my finger became the shackle that bound me to servitude. I worked to pay her bills. At first things were balanced. We both contributed to the household. But as the years passed, she would spend all of her income on crap from the TV shopping channel, and then dig into my income to buy even more. Soon, my bonuses and stock windfalls were going to pay off her astronomical credit card bills.

I finally told Dani one day that I couldn't continue. I had given her all I could and found that I just couldn't support her. I was going to let her move on and find herself a man that could support her - a lawyer or doctor that made obscene amounts of money to pay her TV shopping bills. Let me tell you, her departure from my life was the blessing of GOD. I spent years recovering and throwing away useless crap that seemed to be everywhere in the house.

Jim loved Dani. He says he never flirted or did anything that was in anyway sexual, but I seem to remember a full tongue-kiss one day, and several "play-humps" on our couch. I secretly hoped Dani would want to run off with him and I could be rid of her. I didn't wish death on her, but yes, it was a blessing. Candi did not love Dani. Candi tolerated Dani. Candi kept her mouth shut around Dani because if she were to let her true dislike show, then Candi wouldn't get to spend time around me.

Jim was a true friend. He offered Candi as a salve when my soul needed something to cover the wound it had suffered. I may not have loved Dani by the time of her death, but the bond of marriage is stronger than just simple love. There is still loss involved, even though I was glad she was gone. Candi lifted my spirits. Jim tried to help it all along. He asked me once when Candi was walking ahead of us if I liked the look of her ass.

What do you say to that kind of question? See, Jim isn't the only thinker, although he thinks in black and white, whereas I think in shades of gray. 

My talks with Candi developed at a speed that shocked the hell out of me - from friendly to longing in a matter of days. Just a few days after Candi and I first spent time alone dancing, I cornered her and kissed her. She wasn't expecting it, but her head tilted up to mine and her arms went around me without hesitation. There wasn't the slightest bit of struggle, balk, or regret. My mouth touched hers and our lips pressed gently together as our tongues made their first tentative but joyful exploration of each other. Our kiss was merely an echo, a distant repeat of a kiss Jim had pressed onto an unresistant Dani some years before - in front of me, too.

But where Jim and Dani didn't pursue anything from the kiss, Candi and I cultivated a yearning hunger. Was it just lust? Was it boredom? Was it the thrill of stealing a kiss from my best friend via his wife? Candi's kisses belonged to Jim, so I was technically stealing his kisses, no? Not a day or two later, I was at their house and Jim was upstairs. Candi was in a fever of desire and attacking me in their own living room. I was afraid that Jim would stomp down the stairs at any moment, but Candi didn't seem bothered. She reached her hand down my shorts and fumbled for the first time with my hardening penis. Her breath was shallow and her eyes were glazed as she stroked me.

I remember she cooed. No, please don't think I'm bragging. I'm average; not huge. I'm happy being average. Jim is the one with the "big" monster, the swinging dick, the massive meat pole, or whatever silliness you want to name it. Turns out, he was too big for Candi. Ha! Sex was painful for her, but she suffered it. So she cooed when she felt what I had.

"Nice," she murmured. "I want you. Right here, on the couch."

"Now?!" I couldn't believe she could suggest such a thing. Jim was up there getting in bed, but he could come back down at any moment. "No way."

So, the lust we felt was rebuffed. By me.

Her desire was unmistakable, though. Her body would shake whenever she got around me. The quivers were so obvious, I thought Jim surely noticed them. Wasn't he suspicious? Didn't he wonder why his wife's eyes would go all dreamy when she saw me? Why she only ever smiled when she looked at me? Why she would touch me whenever she could?

Now please, understand that I was determined not to destroy my friend's marriage. I did not want to take Candi away from Jim. I did not want to wreck what they had. I wasn't out to just ram my dick into some needy wife and believe there were no consequences. I didn't think with my dick. I considered the consequences, I reasoned with Candi about her relationship to my friend, I tried to talk to her about making her relationship to her husband better, and I tried to offer support in keeping them happy together as a couple.

Yes, I could think, too. I tried to be a good friend. Ahem...

Three days after Candi groped me, she called to tell me that Jim was headed out to interview for a job transfer to a better-paying division within his company. He would be gone for at least two hours. I came over before he left. I wanted him to know that I was there.

"Take care of my wife," he said to me. He smiled on his way out the door.

Was that an invitation? Or just a joke knowing that a true friend just couldn't violate that marriage trust? Or did he rather want to tease me because he knew his wife would never think of cheating on him? True, Candi and Jim had been married in a strong, unbroken marriage that neither violated.

I had to assume he was joking, of course; I knew better. Jim wouldn't offer her in that way without breaching the subject directly.

When the car door slammed, Candi beckoned me into the hall. I went and stood in front of her as we gazed at each other. Her husband wasn't even out of the driveway and our arms went around each other. She moaned against me and melted. I supported her more than hugged her.

I leaned her back against the hall stand so she was partially sitting on it and leaned my face down to hers. Our lips melded together in a soft kiss that turned hungry. I felt dizzy and strangely detached. Would Jim mind if he knew I was kissing her like this? He had kissed Dani like this once. He might mind, the hypocrite.

My hands wandered up and down her back, massaging and pressing her to me. My fingers came up and twined in her hair on the sides of her head as I kissed her. I knew I was doing wrong. He had probably watched or seen her brushing her hair that morning. Could he have imagined it would be toyed with in such a way? Could he have known I might be pressing my hips against hers and squirming into her crotch? Would he have ever dared imagine that she would be squirming back?

I slid my hands down and cupped her beautiful ass through her jeans, pulling her hips into mine. She was already pushing, but I accented the obvious by doing so.

Candi moaned in my mouth. Her hand cupped my ass through my pants and pulled me into her, also. Her movements became jerky and her breathing ragged.

I wanted to get my hands against her skin. I pulled up her tucked shirt so I could get my hands against the skin of her back. She quivered under my touch and then pulled sharply back. At first I thought she was breaking contact, wanting to stop.

Understand this: I would have stopped with her. I wasn't so far gone that I wouldn't have immediately put the brakes on where this was going.

Candi was stopping, though. Her hands tugged fiercely, almost angrily, at my pants. I understood and eased back to take my own pants off. She shrugged out of hers and we went back to hugging, still in our underwear. Our mouths met again as my erection pushed ay my underwear and rubbed against her thinly-covered mound. Her hips had a fleshy softness, even on her small frame, that was pleasant and inviting. I ran my hands back along her panty line and then under it. I stroked the cheeks of her ass and gave them a squeeze. She did the same to me then, but only for a second before she moved her hands around front to grip my very erect penis.

She took hold of it firmly and moaned as she stopped kissing me. Her knees were shaking and moving as if she were trying to decide to open them or close them onto me to massage me. Her hips made slow gyrations as she stroked me with shaking hands. After a couple seconds of that, she sighed raggedly and tore my underwear down my legs. She used her foot to slide them down to my feet so I could step out of them.

I stood there, naked, as she stroked me. She pulled me to her and placed me between her quivering thighs. My penis nestled up against her panties and I could feel her very swollen lips through them. She pumped her hips into mine and I pumped back. Her panties became soaked in about two blinks of her eye.

I reached my hand around and under her panty line again. I stroked my fingers down and around the curve of her ass until my fingers started to touch the lips of her vagina. The moan that came out of her was too much for me. I pulled on her panties and she quickly shoved them down, but not all the way. She wanted me back between her thighs.

I placed my penis back between her thighs, and I could feel her heat and moisture. She pumped her hips against mine and the luscious wetness slid back and forth along my shaft. I can't imagine that her husband was more than two blocks away as my pre-cum and her juices began to mingle.

I angled my erection to tease her opening, thinking that we were still safe; we could tease each other and still say nothing had happened. We could both walk away knowing that although we had crossed into inappropriate territory, that she would still be safe with him as far as cheating went. I've heard many people say that this kind of petting is or isn't cheating. Well, if this was, what was the difference between this mutual "humping" and the "humping" that Jim had done to Dani, just with clothes on? Did the clothes make it cheating, did the action, or was it not cheating yet because there was no penetration? Or was cheating copulation? If it was copulation, was cheating not cheating if I wore a condom? Or was it cheating only if one person felt it was, no matter what happened? Where was the line?

I see grays, not black and whites. This was where Jim and I never saw eye-to-eye. I did not consider this cheating. I wasn't looking to take her away. I wasn't looking to humiliate him in any way. I wasn't looking to treat Candi as some kind of slut. I wasn't looking to take, destroy their marriage, and walk away. I wasn't looking to be destructive. But I'm sure Jim would see a line somewhere, and he would probably put it at intercourse as to whether Candi had cheated or not.

While that was yet blurring through my mind, the head of my penis was rubbing her opening, scratching that itch back and forth in a slow, sensuous motion. Her hips shoved forward each time I pushed, and her hips angled down onto the head when she could. The warmth and wetness felt so good. Dani never felt like this. No other woman I had bedded had ever felt like this. Her flesh melted into mine and I felt the warmth all around the head of my throbbing erection. My head swam with the pleasure, and then I realized that the head was inside her. Just inside, angled for penetration.

"Umm," I said.

"What?" She gasped at me, her hips working to push onto mine.

"I think we're getting close to actually fucking, here, Candi." I was still concerned.

She didn't answer, but rather pressed her lips onto mine as her hips continued thrusting onto me.

I let the movement take me and kissed her back. I relished the feel of her vagina on me, even if it was just the head. If I didn't do any more than just tease her opening, then we still weren't screwing. She still wouldn't be cheating. We would just be guilty of getting awfully close. I went with her movements, allowing the tease, participating and helping. Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on your viewpoint - your body sometimes gets too used to something so that you don't realize that something more has occurred.

With a sudden jerk, I froze.

"What's wrong?" Candi asked me, concern painting her face.

"I think we're screwing." The head of my penis was feeling warmth because it was pushing farther into hotter areas. The warmth had spread down to the middle of my shaft.

"No way," she stammered.

I pulled out a little, quivering myself at the wonderful feel of her vagina. "See?"

"Are you sure?" The feverish look was on her face.

Sure, I was only partly in, and their hadn't been any serious pumping, but I don't think this would disqualify the cheating label. No, we had crossed that line. We were cheating, even if we didn't know it. I thought about pulling all the way out, confessing to Jim that our petting had gotten out of hand and that I was deeply apologetic.

For whatever reason, I rejected that. I know that many of the readers will damn me to hell for it and claim I'm the worst offender history has ever known and that I deserve all kinds of unholy shit all over me until I die, including a sound beating from Jim, spontaneous venereal disease that strikes only me, and the permanent curse of my name forever branded for all of history to know and revile. Yeah, whatever.

Instead of pulling completely out, I took hold of her hips and, with an even force, pushed all the way in. The folds of her vagina were snug and heated - they slowly opened with a moist embrace and allowed me to slide all the way in with an ease I had never known. Candi's head fell back and she uttered a lingering moan that seemed to come from her toes. I had been with many women before Candi, and she with many men. Not until now could I truly say that I had found the "perfect fit." For those of you that have found it, you know exactly what I mean.

I didn't pump, thrust, ram, slam, or any of those things you read constantly in these stories. Nope. I just held it there. I was filling her perfectly and we were just hugging each other. I breathed slowly, feeling the beat of her heart while I throbbed within her. I held her head to me and closed my eyes. I can't say that I was home, or belonged there or anything like that, either. I know I didn't belong there.

What I did was feel her through my erection, without moving, and just experienced her through our contact. I'm not sure how long we breathed together, holding each other, but I remember pulling out to her disappointment, and moving her to the couch.

I laid her down and she looked at me with a nervous look in her eyes. Yes, nervous. I'll have to explain that later. Candi spread her lovely legs for me, something she only did for her husband, and lifted her hips to me. Her very swollen and hungry opening was pointing straight at my aiming erection, and I first rubbed it all around her opening. She didn't like that.




Consolation Ch. 02



""Put it in!" She demanded strongly. "Don't tease me, please." That last was softer, pleading.

So instead of teasing, I slid my penis back into her. She pulled on me as I slid in and our bodies melded back together. The look on her face went from nervousness to pleasure. Yes, I fucked her, but it was slow. I lingered, I paused, I teased without teasing. I wanted this to be special. I wanted to remember this until I died. If I only ever got to make love to this woman once, then this wasn't going to be a rabbit-humping, three-second squirt. I did my thing, which meant I took my time to the point where we screwed for maybe forty-five minutes, slowly.

All through this Candi had tears welling in her eyes. I asked her if everything was okay and she nodded in response.

Only at the end did I speed up, sliding in and out, using all of my average length to massage her insides. Upon reaching the depth of my stroke, I would pause and press in gently, but deeper. Candi's moans were on the verge of tears, and I was worried, but she kept telling me to fuck her when I would stop. There was no thought about pulling out. She whispered to me during the fuck that she had put in some birth control foam before I came over.

She had known, planned, wanted.

My final thrust in her was a gentle push that didn't stop. Her head scooted some along the couch as I pushed and squirted a burning hot load into her clutching body. She didn't want to let go when it was over.

After we cleaned up in an awkward silence, she kept looking at me, worried (I would learn later) that I was finished with her now that I had screwed her. She was afraid that it was going to be our only coupling.

We had cheated.

I went home that night and sat with thoughts of death. I wanted to curl up and die. I felt I had a stain on me that everyone could see - the stain of adultery, a stain worse than anything history's murderer's could have worn. I know some of the readers will relish that feeling. Well, I felt it. I had broken the trust my best friend had for me. I had broken the trust Candi had for me, too, in keeping my paws off her.

"Lie once, cheat twice, and it all becomes clear..." Yes, I finally understood what that line meant.

"There is a world beneath the world..." There was, wasn't there? One world where everyday people operated, and another where thieves like me operated.

I found myself understanding the depth of the otherwise shallow-sounding words: "do not mistake my deceit for a character flaw; it is a philosophical choice, a way of life."

I knew. I connected. I understood, and I accepted.

That started a very long affair with Candi. We talked endlessly about what had happened, rationalized it, accepted it, and agreed to hide and continue it. She would stay with her husband, and I would fuck her twice a week. We did. It went on for a long time. I would often wonder what Jim was thinking as I watched his wife squirm with pleasure and lust under me. I never pulled out. I never used a condom. She wanted it all inside her. I gave it to her, gladly.

All the damning evidence is right there, isn't it? Ready to pass judgement? Oh? You already have? Good for you - I'm sure your mommy would be proud that you're so sharp to be the discerning, superior human you are.

Ready to hear the rest of the story? There's more, much more.

In the time that followed the first encounter and the time I admitted to Jim that something was going on, Candi and I screwed non-stop. I screwed her in so many places, in so many ways, even in their bed for a period of time. I would hold her and fall asleep with her. Yes, I loved her, and she me.

So here is where the rest of the story picks up from my side. Part 1 has Jim telling you he finds out, and he has nothing but questions. That's all true. Everything that transpired in part 1 happened, real life, despite what the "Slut-Wife-Hater-Brigade" would otherwise claim. Yes, I approached Jim when it was determined that something was going on between Candi and me.

The cat was out of the bag. Time for damage control. First thing was an apology, with an admittance that the situation was bad, beyond a single incident, and the hope that we could all work through this. Candi was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Her nervousness the first time? Remember? It all ties in with how she viewed the revelation of the affair. She didn't want it to ever stop and was afraid that whenever we were together would be our last.

For his part, Jim tried to be reasonable. So, continuing Part 1 from the end, here is how he answered his questions. 

Was he pissed? Sure was. He wanted to pound me. I'm not sure what that would have proved. Would us beating each other have erased all that sex? Do you know that Candi kept track on a calendar each time we met? She counted a number of sexual encounters with me that exceeded all that she had counted with her own husband, over the years. Not only had I violated her, but more times than even he had made love to her. So, would us beating each other have erased all that sex? The S-W-H-Brigade would have you think so. But it wouldn't have. Was he shocked? Yes, he never thought his wife would cheat on him, no matter how hard he pushed her with hints and all. He even hinted at and pushed me a few times to treat her "special" in what many would consider inappropriate ways. Was he happy? Yes, he was happy. His wife was getting satisfaction from a close friend and he was happy for her and me that we found each other to be so sexually compatible. Better me than some strange dude from a bar, he said. Was he excited that I was fucking his wife? Yes, believe it or not, SWHBrigade. He found it a huge turn on.

After the video, he wanted to watch. He pushed that for a couple weeks while he ranged over his emotions. He wanted to see his wife, because she belonged to him, fucking me. He felt he was owed that due to their marriage. Whatever happened to her was his to see, approve, deny, or ignore. He planned the event all out, wanting it to be a threesome, grinning like a kid about sharing her with me and how great it would be. He told me to keep fucking her, whenever I wanted, as often as I wanted.

But during that very same conversation, I could see the conflict in him. He wanted all that, but then he was saying that he didn't want to know about it, that I shouldn't keep a schedule, that maybe it should only be if I asked first... He wandered so far over the spectrum of how he wanted us to keep fucking that I just kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to have any threesome with him, I didn't want to have him watch, and I didn't want to have to clear anything with him.

Know what my response was?

"Jim, I think it's best if all this just stops," I said. Yes, I know, far too late, but I said it.

"No! I'm glad you're fucking her, I just want to be involved."

I knew he wasn't glad. Okay, maybe he was, on a certain level of his reasoning, but I knew he was also not glad on other levels. Know what I mean?

So, evil Mike cheats with naughty wife Candi. Mike is burning in hell and so is Candi, and Jim should kill them all because Candi is a lying slut and Mike a bad bastard. We all know society has passed judgement.

Let me throw a bigger wrench into the mix of already-passed judgement. Jim wasn't the romance-novel vision of the perfect man. Jim abused Candi. Not a day past that he didn't yell at her at the top of his lungs, for any reason, all through the marriage. The years of verbal abuse added up. Their married sex life before the affair was him demanding blow-jobs. He would help her if she wanted it, to finish herself. She told me after all of this that I needed to learn. I hadn't known she wasn't finishing all those years. I learned, quickly. 

Jim tried to strangle her after he found out about the affair. I know the SWHBrigade would applaud that, but he tried to strangle her as he was raping her, shouting at her about how different he and I fucked. For the first time, I wanted to kill the asshole.

Candi didn't deserve that. I don't care what society says is permissible after cheating. In certain Muslim countries, a woman gets stoned to death after being raped. Maybe the SWHBrigade should all move to those countries. Candi cheated, but she is someone's daughter - someone's beautiful little girl who grew up and became a woman. Candi didn't cheat on her husband until me, always faithful to a man who spit in her face every day in a towering rage over whatever stupid thing he picked to scream about. So to say that this beautiful, abused woman deserved to be raped and strangled is nothing except sick.

I don't care how "sick" society says it is okay to label Candi and me, but sick are the people who condone that. I still stand by my belief that marriage is about respect, and although respect is breached when a spouse cheats, there should still be respect on the other side to listen and mutually work through problems. Marriage shouldn't mean that your spouse doesn't deserve forgiveness when he or she seeks it.

My daughter is of age. When she comes to me crying about having been found out cheating and her abusive husband (should that situation occur) come to beat and further abuse her, I will not be so free to suck up to society and allow it. No sick fuck will beat my daughter. She will have my love.

Love is what I have staked my life on to be here relating Part 2 to you. Jim could not handle Candi's infidelity. He bounced back and forth between approving of our affair and wanting to divorce her. He finally, and fortunately, chose divorce.

Candi? She got what she wanted. She got me. I thank God every day for her and make a point each and every day to tell her how much she is loved, and more than once. I count it a blessing to watch her smile lines deepen into wrinkles. Whereas her husband and her would sleep in different rooms, we wake up together every morning. I fall asleep at night with her in my arms. What should have happened all those years ago when I first met her finally happened, just delayed. I still laugh when after the years that have passed, older people remark about how we still hold hands in everything we do.

We were married shortly after all of the mess with no friends or family around us. No one wanted to associate with us. We carry the stigma, but it is a stain we both gladly bear, and proudly admit. I love my wife and the beautiful ache it brings to my heart is echoed back at me every day. She and I have never known a love like this, and we are treasuring it with every passing second.



Consolation Cum



I used to live in a small apartment, in Los Angeles, with my roommate Jake. One night, while I was sitting in the living room watching T.V., the door opened and Jake burst in. He seemed to be really upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I broke up with Lisa," he replied.

"I'm really sorry, man!" I said.

"She told me she's in love with another man!" Jake exclaimed.

"That makes it even worse. What can I do for you, buddy?" I asked. I really wanted to cheer him up.

"I don't know. I just want to relax and think about it," Jake said.

"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" I asked.

"I rented a really good one from the video store last night," he said reluctantly.

"What's it about?" I asked, pleased to see that he wanted to leave behind the whole "Lisa affair."

"It's a prison movie. You know: guards, cons, jailbreaks etc. Go bring a couple of beers and I'll put on the videotape," he said.

It was a really hot summer night, so I was wearing just a pair of jeans. When I came back from the kitchen, I saw Jake sitting on the couch in his underwear.

"I can't stand the heat!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's too damn hot in here!" I said and sat down.

In the opening scene of the film, the prisoners were in the showers. Suddenly, one of them grabbed another guy's cock and started jerking him off. A few minutes later, the first guy was on all fours and the other prisoner was fucking his ass. I looked at Jake.

"The guy at the video store must have given me the wrong tape!" he said trying to find an excuse for himself.

"Wrong tape or not, someone is really turned on!" I said staring at his dick, which was standing at attention underneath his briefs.

"The truth is that I'm sick and tired of women, Tom. I've decided to turn on men!" he said.

"You must be joking!" I said laughing.

"No, I'm not. I've seen you in the shower, Tom. Your ass is really sexy. I want to be the first to take you!" Jake said.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that, man!" I protested.

"Come on, Tom. We're friends. Nobody has to know. It will be our little secret," he whispered.

"Once you've 'unsealed' your 'back door,' there's no turning back!" I said decisively.

"The first time doesn't count. And there won't be a second time unless you want to. Besides," he said pulling down his briefs, "can you resist this big, hard cock? Don't you wanna suck it? Don't you wanna feel it inside you?" he asked.

Jake was almost begging me and I wanted to make him feel better. Moreover, the sight of his erect shaft made me want to fuck.

"All right!" I said. "I'll do you a favour but you have to promise not to hurt me. After all, it's my first time."

"I promise!" Jake said. "And if you must know, this is also my first time."

We went to the bedroom right away. Jake sat on the edge of the bed and I kneeled before him. I started jerking him off. I had never done this before but it felt good. His tool was as hard as it could be. Then, I licked his balls, sucking each one of them. Moving upwards, I flicked my tongue at his cockhead.

"Don't be shy. Suck my rod, Tom!" Jack urged me.

I buried his dick in my mouth. My lips moved rapidly up and down as I swallowed his burning spear. Jake moaned with pleasure, while I sucked his cockhead, squeezing his balls. Then, he got up and grabbed the sides of my head, forcing it over his massive shaft. I felt his cock filling my mouth once again and pushing down my throat. Jake began fucking my mouth ruthlessly, pulling my head towards his tool. 

Having enjoyed my oral service, it was now time for the main course. He told me to lie on the bed facing him. I took off my jeans and my underwear and followed his instructions.

"Remember, you promised not to hurt me!" I said.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with your virgin hole!" Jake reassured me.

I spread my legs and he pushed half of his cockhead in my asshole. Then, he put the rest of his cockhead inside, moving with extreme caution.

"Are you ready for the whole package?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be!" I answered.

Jake slowly pushed his dick inside my hole and began fucking it very gently.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"Great! I'm really having fun!" I replied enthusiastically.

Suddenly, Jake pulled out and grabbed two pairs of handcuffs he had hidden under the bed. Then, he told me to turn around and lie on all fours. I became a little bit worried.

"What's with the handcuffs?" I asked.

"It will be more fun like this. Trust me. You won't regret it!" he said smiling.

Jake handcuffed my hands to the metal posts of the bed and he ordered me to spread my legs. My body formed an "X" and my ass was at his total mercy.

"Now, I'm gonna make a man out of you!" he shouted and with a violent thrust he pushed the full length of his dick in my asshole. The pain was tremendous. I urged him to stop and keep his promise but he wouldn't listen. He began fucking me really hard. Again and again, he pounded my virgin hole.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" I yelled.

"No pain, no gain!" he said fucking me even faster.

Gradually, the pain turned to pleasure. I got used to this powerful sensation and began to enjoy myself.

"Yeah! Give it to me!" I screamed.

But Jake pulled out. He wanted to tease me and he started rubbing his tool on my asshole.

"Why did you stop?" I asked angrily.

Jake was now slapping my ass with his cock. I felt so horny, I couldn't see straight.

"I want you to beg for more!" he said.

"Please, Jake, fuck my asshole really hard!" I said.

"What do you want me to do to you, Tom?" he asked triumphantly.

"I want you to slide your big, fat dick in my tight ass, Jake!" I yelled.

Jake was satisfied at last. He resumed pounding my hole, harder than before. His massive shaft was stretching me out.

"Yeah! Fuck my ass! Harder!" I moaned.

Jake was unstoppable. As his tool rammed deep inside my asshole, his balls slapped loudly against my ass.

"Deeper! Oh, Jake, you're so hard!" I shouted.

My tight ass was all he could ever wish for. He shoved his cock deeper and deeper. Each thrust was more vigorous than the previous one. He had developed a powerful rhythm fucking my ass and slapping it hard.

"Shake your ass, Tom, I'm gonna cum!" he grunted.

"Cum in my ass, big boy!" I said lustfully.

Jake kept going. Suddenly, his dick exploded shooting several blasts of hot cum in my asshole. His cream flooded my ass. Then, he pulled out wiping his rod on my cheeks.

"There's nothing better than a tight male hole, eh Tom?" he said giving me a friendly slap on the ass.

A week later, I found out that Jake hadn't brought the wrong videotape and that Lisa had broken up with him because she discovered that he liked to fuck other men. He had organised this whole plot just to fuck my virgin asshole. Because of his deception, I decided to move out of the apartment. However, I didn't have any regrets about my anal experience. Jake was my first but he wasn't going to be my last...



Consolation (FFVII Fanfic)



"I think you've had enough to drink now, Aerith..."

"Why doesn't he want me, Tifa?"

"Please, put the glass down...you're drunk..."

"Is it because my boobies aren't as big or as bouncy as yours?"

"Um..."

"It could be worse I guess...at least he isn't screwing Yuffie like the last one..."

Tifa sighed. The whole point of her bringing Aerith to the bar in Costa del Sol had been to get her mind off of the guy in question. As it turned out though, her friend couldn't handle her drink well at all and was apparently handling her emotions even less adequately. Tifa supposed that she should have kept a better eye on her, and found herself thinking that she was glad she had booked a hotel room; Aerith was in no fit state to stand up, let alone drive, and she wasn't exactly sober herself. Tifa was the younger one of them by two years, and yet tonight felt infinitely more responsible.

Glancing across the table at her friend, Tifa really couldn't comprehend why she got cheated on so much. She was gorgeous. Long, wavy light brown hair that trailed in a perfect plait down her back, tied with a sky blue ribbon (aside from two loose bangs that framed her elegant face), large sparkling emerald-green eyes that you could lose yourself in for hours, perfectly shaped lips that were more than kissable. If men had any sense, they would have been falling at her feet.

And then keeping her in their beds, Tifa thought to herself.

Aerith had dressed up especially for their night out, and this only served to amplify her natural beauty. She was wearing an ankle-length dress in pale pink that seemed to swirl and dance around her feet. The hem of the dress was adorned with a white lace trim, and it was also cinched in at the waist with a narrow white belt, tied into an extravagant bow in the centre. A pair of small heels matched the colour of her dress and a silver necklace set with a green heart decorated her slender neck. Around her right wrist was a bracelet made of silver and pearls.

Tifa had decided to dress a little less conservatively, and her outfit had been drawing glances from the other patrons all night, something which she was more than used to. A black leather minidress clung tightly to her curvaceous form, and her breasts (which, as Aerith had pointed out, were certainly on the larger side) strained against the material as if they might free themselves at any moment, pushed up tightly together in a fantastic display of cleavage. The dress reached to about the middle of her thighs, perfect for showing off her long, toned, lithe legs. Black leather boots ended mid-calf. Her own waist-length hair was of a darker brown than Aerith's, and flowed freely in a shimmering silky cascade, and her eyes were a heart-melting chocolate colour. Her long nails and full, pouty lips were painted hot pink, and the left side of her nose was pierced, along with her navel.

"Aerith..." Tifa started again, gently prising the champagne flute away from her friend and placing it gently back on the table. "You can do so much better than that idiot. You're worth more than that."

"I don't see it, Tifa..." A tear slid down her cheek. "Guys just seem to walk all over me..."

Tifa reached up and gently wiped the tear away with the back of her hand. She hated seeing the other girl like this. There had been times when she had, in fact, quarrelled with her over the same man, but that was long in the past now, and the two of them had swiftly become best friends. Truth be told, there had be times when Tifa had thought herself about how it would be to become intimate with her. She wouldn't admit it to anyone openly, but she had frequently pleasured herself while thinking of Aerith, imagining the smell of her hair, the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, until she brought herself to the point of breathless orgasm, imagining her friend's fingers within her rather than her own, or Aerith's hand pushing the toy deep inside her pussy instead of just hers.

It wasn't the most appropriate time for the idea she was having, but she couldn't help but wonder again that night how Aerith would react to her advances. She didn't want to take advantage of her friend, but she obviously needed cheering up. And if anyone knew how to cheer up a girl...it would be another girl. Tifa decided to try something. Only a little something. Testing the waters.

"Sweetie...sometimes when men let you down, you just need a woman to comfort you..."

Softly cupping Aerith's face with both hands, Tifa slowly leaned over and kissed her, pressing her own lips lightly against the other girl's. She felt Aerith tense a little and heard her let out a small gasp of surprise, and she pulled away to check for a reaction. Aerith's sparkling green eyes were wide as they gazed back into her own, and her face was flushed almost as pink as her dress was. She hesitantly brushed one of her bangs back out of her face behind her ear and lowered her gaze, and Tifa was afraid that she had upset her friend. However, Aerith's next words, spoken so quietly that they were barely audible, gave Tifa a surprise of her own.

"Do you...think you could do that again?"

It was Tifa's turn to be wide-eyed. "Aerith...?"

"Please? Just...kiss me again..."

Their lips met a second time, and now Tifa could feel Aerith kissing her back, no longer reluctant and instead seemingly caught up in this new, wild experience. Aerith's lips parted slightly, and Tifa slid her tongue into her mouth, knowing now as she did that her friend was open to the idea of it. She was pleased to hear a muffled "mmm..." of response, and ran her fingers through her friend's hair. Aerith's hand moved up to Tifa's neck as her own tongue found the other girl's mouth in return, the two of them locked in a passionate, heated moment of bliss. Tifa gently sucked on Aerith's tongue, drawing it further in. Under the table, one of her hands slid up her thighs under her minidress.

I'm already so wet...oh, Aerith...

Even though they were still in a very public area, Tifa couldn't resist the temptation to caress herself through her rapidly-dampening underwear as the kiss continued, growing ever fiercer, neither girl willing to end it, neither willing to diffuse the ever-mounting sexual tension just yet. Tifa bit Aerith's lip and was a little shocked to find the action returned in kind. Had Aerith been wanting this, too?

Finally, Tifa broke the kiss, moving her mouth to Aerith's ear and running her tongue up it.

"I think it's time for bed now, don't you?" she murmured.

Aerith nodded shyly.

♥ ♥ ♥

Tifa slammed Aerith up against the door to their rented room with a bang, their tongues intertwined in their lustful dance once again as she fumbled for the keys. She felt her friend's hand tentatively slip up the back of her minidress to squeeze her arse and moaned softly, transferring her kisses to Aerith's neck, licking and sucking there while eventually managing to fish the keys out of her bag. Aerith's own moans of happiness reverberated up and down the corridor. Tifa felt herself becoming more aroused by how loud her friend was being. For someone so quiet, she was certainly vocal in her private life, and Tifa wondered how vocal she would be when she had a tongue in her pussy.

Imagining that turned the heat between her legs into a blazing fire. She couldn't wait much longer.

The key hit the lock and the door swung inward, the two impassioned females still tangled up in each other as they practically fell through it into the room beyond. Wandering hands were becoming even more adventurous, and Aerith was able to lower both straps of Tifa's dress before the younger girl pushed her playfully onto the bed, where she landed on her back on the black silken sheets. Tifa sprang up onto the bed in a single movement shortly afterwards, straddling Aerith's lower body and leaning down to kiss her again. Aerith responded with fervent enthusiasm in yet further stark contrast to her usual shy outward demeanour, hungry for the taste of Tifa's mouth on hers, tangling her hands in her hair and pulling her closer so that their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Her heartbeat started to race as she felt Tifa's breasts squishing and rubbing on her own, and both hands now found their way up beneath the younger girl's minidress to her arse as she lay under her, without any hesitation this time, confirming what she had suspected earlier. Tifa appeared to be wearing the bare minimum that could constitute "underwear" – a tiny thong that must have quite literally barely covered her modesty. Oh...Tifa, that's sexy...maybe I should start wearing these...

Tifa sat up again, maintaining her position astride the other girl as she hooked her fingers in her dress straps teasingly. As she looked down at Aerith, her expression was mischievous and cheeky.

"Want me to pull this down, sweetie?" she purred seductively with a wink.

"Oh, please..." Aerith's tone was almost begging, shocking herself. I...why do I feel like this?

Slowly (almost achingly slowly, in Aerith's mind), Tifa began to tug the straps down further and further, gradually revealing more and more of her pale skin. Aerith gasped at another revelation.

Tifa hadn't been wearing a bra. Double-D breasts bounced free into the cool night air, jiggling slightly upon their release. Aerith couldn't tear her eyes away from the pair of huge, soft, round boobs with their pert, pink nipples. She felt her cheeks heating up, alongside a funny feeling down below.

"It's rude to stare!" Tifa giggled. "Unless you plan on doing more than just staring..."

Without waiting for a response, she reached down, took hold of Aerith's wrists and moved her hands up to her now-bare chest area. A soft sigh escaped Aerith's mouth as she massaged and squeezed Tifa's breasts. She stroked and pinched her nipples. Tifa threw back her head in delight.

"Oh my God, Tifa! They're so big..."

"They're all yours tonight, sweetie..." Tifa cooed. "As is everything else."

"I...I want you all..."

"Then take me..."

She averted her gaze. "It's just...I've never been with another woman before..."

Of course, Tifa already knew this. She could have fooled me though...I'm practically dripping...

"If you knew how I'm feeling right now, you wouldn't be so worried..."

Aerith grew curious. "How...how are you feeling?"

"Honestly? Like I want to rip that dress off and please you until you're screaming my name."

The older yet less experienced girl turned scarlet. Her heart raced at even the idea of that.

"I don't think I'd be complaining..."

"Well then, I think we're doing a bit too much talking for my liking..."

Shifting her position on the bed slightly, but staying on top of Aerith, Tifa thrust her breasts down towards her face. She didn't need telling twice about what to do. She cupped Tifa's breasts eagerly and circled her long tongue around each of her nipples, taking the time to suck on them too, giving her friend her full, undivided attention. Tifa arched her back, clutching Aerith's face to her chest in encouragement, and the other girl flicked her tongue up between her breasts in a catlike motion.

"Oooh...good girl..." Tifa breathed, closing her eyes. "God, I've needed this...needed you... so badly..."

She turned her attention now to Aerith's clothing, deciding that she was a little overdressed for this situation. Controlling a conscious urge to just tear the dress off as quickly as she could, Tifa kissed Aerith's neck and ear as she lowered one strap and then the other, slipping it down to her friend's midsection, revealing a cute pink-and-white lacy bra that held breasts somewhere between a B and a C in size. The material was only thin; Aerith's nipples, stiff with her excitement, were clearly visible through it. Tifa's lips moved down over Aerith's collarbone to between her breasts. Her warm breath contrasting with the coldness of the night sent an involuntary shiver through Aerith's whole being. Her hands stroked down Tifa's back and through her hair, exploring the smoothness of her skin.

"Maybe I should take this off properly..." Tifa said, indicating her dress with a sweep of her hand. 

Aerith nodded her agreement and Tifa stood up, letting her dress fall to the floor of its own accord. Aerith's eyes widened again as she took in the almost naked girl standing before her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, possessing a figure that would have made a glamour model jealous, curvaceous and toned in all the right places. The huge breasts gave way to a flat, sculpted stomach, displaying her ruby-red heart shaped navel stud. Her legs seemed to go on forever, porcelain white in contrast to the soft black leather of her boots. Aerith longed to bury her face between those legs.

"Do you like what you see?" Tifa twirled on the spot, showing off her perfectly-shaped arse. The black thong covered little indeed and was clingy, outlining Tifa's pussy completely from the front. 

Speechless, Aerith's answer was to stand up and step out of her own dress, letting it join Tifa's in a messy pile on the hotel room floor. Her pants matched her bra, white French knickers trimmed in pink. While not as curvy as Tifa, Aerith still glowed in her femininity, a slender, supple frame that portrayed a serene grace with every movement, captivating and completely entrancing to behold.

She reached up behind her back in an almost reticent fashion and unhooked her bra.

"Yeah...take it off..." Tifa moaned as she sat on the bed and spread her legs, reaching between them.

She pulled her thong to one side, presenting Aerith with a clear view of her smoothly shaven pussy as she started to touch herself, rubbing in small circles. She slipped two fingers inside with a moan.

"I'm so wet for you, honey..." she purred, never breaking eye contact as she moved her fingers in and out, getting faster and faster with the motion. "Aerith...ah...you get me so horny..."

Aerith's bra added to the pile of discarded clothing not moments later and Tifa was instantly back on her feet, her mouth and tongue all over every inch of her bared breasts that she could reach. Her fingers found the waistband of Aerith's knickers and slipped inside, brushing her clit and causing her to cry out loudly. Tifa didn't stop there, her hand moving ever downwards between Aerith's thighs.

"Oh, Tifa...don't stop touching me..."

Aerith's body was wracked with waves of indescribable sensation as Tifa played with her pussy, stroking in all of the right places. No man had ever made her feel so damn good there. Tifa was clearly experienced – whether by touching herself or due to having been with other girls before, Aerith was unsure. She didn't care. All she knew was Tifa. All she felt was Tifa's fingers inside of her. 

Cautiously, Aerith moved one of her own hands to Tifa's crotch and down the front of her thong, wanting to repay her. She started to stroke and Tifa's breathing quickened.

"Yes, Aerith...rub my pussy..."

Spurred on by her words, Aerith stroked harder and thrust her fingers inside gently, moving them in the same motions that Tifa was doing to her. The two of them were loving everything about the situation, their mutual masturbation filling the room with the sounds of their satisfaction. Tifa leaned in and Aerith eagerly accepted another kiss, deepening it with her tongue as they continued to stimulate each other. By now, both girls were incredibly wet with their joint arousal.

Wanting to give Tifa the best access to her most intimate area that was possible, Aerith pulled down her knickers. Her own pussy had a small light-brown stripe of hair down the centre, and upon seeing it Tifa bent down and kissed at it softly. The tip of her tongue darted across Aerith's clit.

"Oh, fuck!" Aerith cried, looking a little embarrassed at the curse that had slipped out. Tifa smiled.

"Do you like that, sweetie?" she asked, going down on her knees in front of Aerith.

"It feels so good...please...more..."

Tifa was only too happy to obey. Her mouth found Aerith's sweet pussy once more, kissing and licking softly as she also reinserted her fingers at the same time, pumping in and out as her tongue circled the other girl's clit again. She tasted wonderful, wet and warm. The combined action of fingers and mouth had Aerith in Heaven. Tifa's free hand soon became occupied with her own pussy as she vigorously fingered herself while simultaneously pleasuring her friend. She felt Aerith's hands tangle in her hair and pull it, wanting more, wanting her. Their moans were almost synchronised. 

Aerith half-fell, half-sat down onto the edge of the bed, parting her legs wider as Tifa pushed her tongue inside her pussy. Her fingers now took to rubbing Aerith's clit, getting more energetic.

"Ah, ah...oh my God!"

"Your pussy tastes so good, Aerith..."

"I...I want to taste yours too...please, Tifa...let me lick your pussy..."

Tifa looked up with a thoughtful expression. "I have an idea, sweetie. Lie down on the bed."

As Aerith curiously did as she was asked, Tifa took her thong off. Both girls were now totally nude. Tifa climbed back on the bed and straddled Aerith again, but this time in such a way that her arse and pussy were positioned over Aerith's face, with her own face pointing towards Aerith's pussy.

She looked back over her shoulder and ran her tongue over her lower lip with a wink.

"Now we can both taste each other!"

With that, she lowered her hips and felt Aerith's soft warm tongue caressing her pussy almost immediately afterwards. Giggling, she grinded against her face, rocking her hips back and forth. Aerith's hands gripped her arse, spreading it wider for better contact between pussy and tongue. Tifa leaned forwards, fully intending to come good on her promise that they could both have a taste. Her tongue darted in and out of Aerith's pussy, reciprocating the amazing oral sex that she was receiving herself, the two of them in the sixty-nine position in the middle of the bed.

"I want your fingers too!" Tifa gasped. "Finger me while you eat my pussy, Aerith!"

Tifa's demanding talk only made Aerith get even damper below. She had never thought that another woman could make her feel like this. So fulfilled. So alive. So turned-on. So perfect. Her fingers stretched Tifa's pussy, allowing her to thrust her tongue fully up inside. She had never tasted a girl before, but found herself enjoying this more and more. She would have been quite content to lick that pussy all night. She felt Tifa suck on her clit in return and her breath caught in her lungs at the sensitivity. It was almost bliss to the point of being painful, and she loved every single second of it. From where she lay, she also had a clear view of the entrance to Tifa's arse, and had a spontaneous thought, running her tongue higher up and licking her there as well as at her pussy.

"Ooh, Aerith!" Tifa giggled. "That's naughty...and I love it! I want to feel your tongue in my arse!"

She wiggled her arse in the air and then pushed back towards Aerith's face. The older girl eagerly licked the entrance to her arse again, slipping the tip of tongue inside it and moving it in and out.

"Mmm, God! That feels so good! Fuck my arse with your tongue, Aerith! And finger my pussy!"

Even though Tifa was younger than her, Aerith was wholly enjoying the fact that she was in control, directing her actions, ordering her what to do. Her fingers slid rapidly in and out of Tifa's pussy as she continued to work on her arse using her tongue. Tifa buried her face back in Aerith's pussy with renewed vigour, spurred on by being penetrated in both of her own holes at once. They were completely caught up in each other, absorbed, friends turned lovers. With the way Aerith was going, Tifa felt like she was on the edge of having an orgasm at any moment.




Consolation (FFVII Fanfic)



I'm having far too much fun to cum just yet though.

"Aerith, sweetie, hold on...I have something else that I want to show you."

Aerith's eyes widened with curiosity again as Tifa got off of her and moved over to the dresser in the corner of the bedroom. Her pale skin shone in the bright moonlight. Opening the top drawer, she pulled something out and turned to face Aerith again, holding it up with a cheeky smile on her face.

Aerith gasped in surprise. Her friend was holding a dildo, about eight inches in length and made of slightly translucent purple glass. Of course, she knew what it was for – she owned one herself. Hers wasn't as big as Tifa's though, and she had never used a glass one before. The thought of this new potential thrill filled her with excitement and a shiver of pleasure ran through her entire body.

"What do you think?" Tifa asked, running her tongue slowly along the whole length of the dildo.

"I think...I think I want it deep inside me..." Aerith murmured shyly. 

Tifa smiled in satisfaction. Aerith was getting the hang of dirty talk now. Apparently all it had taken was her first lesbian experience to bring the girl out of her sexual shell a little more.

If I'd known that before, we could have been doing this a LOT sooner...

"Spread your legs, honey..." Tifa purred.

Aerith obeyed, and Tifa lay back beside her on the bed, kissing up her stomach and over her breasts and neck to find her lips again as she slid the sex toy inside her friend with almost no resistance, owing to how turned-on Aerith was. Aerith's breath caught in her lungs as Tifa entered her with the dildo. It was cold, hard, and so smooth. It felt almost as if she was being penetrated with silk. She had no idea that something made of glass could feel so delicious. Tifa was showing her a lot of things she didn't know tonight, and she (and her pussy) were grateful for each and every one of them.

"Tifa..." Aerith moaned, looking into her friend's eyes. "Please...fuck me with it..."

"I'd be happy to..."

Tifa started to pump the dildo in and out of Aerith's tight pussy, simulating the same action that she would have experienced with a man. As she did so, the fingers of her free hand circled her friend's clit at the same time. She felt Aerith's nails dig into her back as she cried out in ecstasy.

"Ah! Tifa! Like that...oh my God, don't stop!"

Aerith's screams of excitement were like sweet music to Tifa, music that she never wanted to stop listening to. Hearing Aerith's sweet, lilting voice forming such words was an aphrodisiac in itself. Her eyes shut tightly and she bit down on her own lip as Tifa started to thrust with the dildo harder and faster. Aerith's wetness shone on the glass under the light from the window, and Tifa occasionally stopped using the dildo on her in order to suck it clean before reinserting it again. Aerith's hips bucked almost reflexively as she thrust back against the dildo, wanting it as deep inside her as it would go. Tifa obliged and slid every inch of the toy into the other girl, also lowering her mouth to her pussy and sucking her clit while the dildo was buried inside her. She had never heard her friend be so loud before in her life as when she did that, and she had known her for a few years now.

Like Tifa had been before, Aerith now found herself approaching imminent climax. She could feel her muscles contracting and her pulse quickening alongside her breathing. However, also like Tifa, she wasn't ready for this to end yet. She was in rapture, bliss, and wanted to make it last.

"Tifa...I want to use it on you, too..."

Tifa had been waiting for that. For so long, she had imagined Aerith using the dildo on her. Now, it seemed like her wishes, her thoughts, her desires, would finally become a reality. She handed the dildo to Aerith, lay down, reached between her legs and spread her pussy open with her fingers.

"I'm all yours. Fuck me, Aerith. I want you to fuck me hard with that toy until I cum. Do it."

The wet pinkness of Tifa's presentation, combined with her words, almost made Aerith cum on the spot. She had to make a conscious effort not to as a drop of wetness slid down her thigh. Kneeling between Tifa's open legs, she teasingly lapped at her pussy, savouring her taste, before pushing the dildo inside her like she had asked for. Tifa's back arched as soon as it had entered, and her hands clawed at the bedsheets as Aerith started to pound her pussy rapidly with her own glass toy. She lifted her long legs up into the air and held them up over her head with her knees touching her own shoulders so the dildo could penetrate her pussy even deeper. Her martial arts training sure came in handy sometimes, lending her the flexibility to be in positions that most girls could only dream of. Aerith was certainly enjoying the view, stroking up all over Tifa's body with one hand while toying her with the other. Tifa took Aerith's fingers into her mouth and sucked on them suggestively.

Giggling, Aerith pushed the dildo right up to the hilt within Tifa as she had done to her previously. As she did so, she stroked her fingers, now moistened with Tifa's saliva, down to her arse and pushed two of them inside so that Tifa was essentially being double-penetrated again. Tifa's moans were now loud enough to rival the one that had escaped from Aerith earlier, a stream of lustful profanity.

"Mmmyeah! Fill both my holes, sweetie! I love it! I fucking love it! Oh my fucking God, Aerith!"

Tifa writhed and twisted on the bed as Aerith plunged both fingers and toy in and out of her, increasing in speed as Tifa increased in volume. Her arse and pussy were both so tight. Aerith angled the dildo to press against Tifa's g-spot, knowing she'd found it when the other girl threw back her head almost violently, her hair fanning out across the bed like a dark curtain as her breath came in shallow pants, her body shaking slightly as a flush slowly spread its way across her cheeks and chest.

"Oh, there! There! Right fucking there! Ah! Ah! Ah, Aerith! Harder! Please, harder! Make me cum!" 

Heavily encouraged, Aerith decided to please Tifa as hard and as fast as she could. Her hands were virtually a blur as she moved her fingers and the toy in a way that could have looked almost violent from an outside perspective. Aerith herself was a little shocked at how she was being, at how much she was getting into it...at how much she was getting off on it.

"Cum for me, Tifa..." She was stunned at the words her lips seemed to form of their own accord.

"Oh, Aerith! Oh my God! I'm gonna...ah, fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

With that, Tifa squirted, unable to hold back any longer. Her girly fluids splashed onto the sheets, completely soaking them, as well as the dildo and Aerith's fingers. Tifa's body was trembling.

"I've...fantasized about that...for so long..." she panted, her breathing heavy.

"Was it as good in person?" Aerith asked. She sounded a little nervous.

Tifa responded not with words, but by pouncing on her and pinning her to the bed while aggressively pushing her tongue back into her mouth in a fierce kiss. After a few minutes, she let her back up.

"Does that answer your question?"

Aerith nodded, smiling. Tifa wasn't done yet though, and pushed her back onto the bed more gently.

"After what you just did, it wouldn't be fair unless you get to cum, too."

Within seconds, three of Tifa's fingers were back in Aerith's pussy, stroking and pumping at a frenzied speed while her tongue worked over her clit with an almost crazed hunger. Aerith's hands tangled and pulled at Tifa's long hair as she wrapped her legs around the back of other girl's neck, pulling her nearer, wanting more of her tongue. Tifa curled her fingers inside Aerith, finding her g-spot almost with a well-trained precision. Aerith's muscles clenched almost involuntarily. It almost felt too good. Nobody had ever managed to "hit" her there before. If felt as if every good feeling she had ever felt before was being amplified ten times in her pussy at the touch of Tifa's fingers.

"Tifa...oh, Tifa...I'm ready!" she gasped. "Make me cum, Tifa...please make me cum now..."

Even at this moment, Aerith was so surprised at how she was moaning like a whore. It was as if she was no longer in control of her own voice anymore. Tifa had brought out something new in her. Something wild. Something unrestrained. Something she wanted to let loose and never look back.

Tifa's tongue stroked over her clit again as she continued to simultaneously stimulate her g-spot. Every time Tifa stroked that certain place inside her, a wave of almost blinding bliss crashed through every inch of her like water breaking on a shoreline in a storm. She could feel it building up and up. She didn't want it to end. She wanted Tifa's fingers inside her forever. And yet, she couldn't hold back any longer. Tifa's skilled tongue and expert fingering were pushing her to breaking point.

"Tifa, I...I...I'm going to...you're going to make me..."

"It's okay...don't hold back..."

Aerith's body was wracked with shudders as she hit her orgasm, screaming her friend's name at the top of her lungs, clenching her hair and bucking her hips up against her face, drenching Tifa's tongue and fingers in her own fluids in an explosive end to their tryst. She collapsed back onto the bed, breathless and spent. Tifa crawled up to lie beside her, and Aerith lay her head on her shoulder, feeling the younger girl stroking her hair and forehead gently. Aerith had never felt so fulfilled. There wasn't a man alive who had made her experience such strong emotions in the way that Tifa did. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and her head felt light and airy. Her heart was threatening to beat itself right out of her chest and she was still shaking.

She wasn't sure if it was just the drink talking, but she needed to say it.

"I...I love you, Tifa..." Aerith whispered, so softly that it was practically imperceptible.

Tifa smiled in a way she hadn't in years. "I love you too, sweetie."

Aerith's spirit soared.

♥ ♥ ♥



Consolation Prize



I'd just finished putting a new generator on my '52 Chevy. It was early August and I was relieved that I'd finished before the temperature got much over 80 degrees. I looked forward to relaxing the rest of the weekend. Then, my sister, Mary called and asked if I could put up some new window blinds and curtains in her apartment. Her husband had to work all day, and after a six-day week, Mary didn't think he'd get it done on Sunday. John usually worked overtime when he was needed. Time an a half was a Godsend, now that they had a new baby. My nephew, Bobby was barely a month old and Mary hadn't been at her job long enough to have anything more than the promise of a job, when she was able to return to work. 

Mary and I are very close and I've always felt that I could tell her anything. She's also one of the most attractive young women I know. She had eloped with John, because our mother was concerned about the nearly five year difference in their ages. Mary and John had gotten to know each other fairly well, because he is the brother of one of her high school friends. John was a nice guy, but he was definitely not executive material. It would take them a while to get enough money to make a down-payment on a house.

Bobby was sound asleep, so I appreciated the chance to visit with Mary and she was anxious to hear about the technical school I had just registered for. My first year of college hadn't gone as well as I'd hoped and I saw an opportunity to get into computer programming. This was 1969 and the Vietnam war was a big worry. Unless I stayed in school, I'd lose my student deferrment. It was nice to visit with my only sister, while Bobby slept. As I told Mary about computer programming school, I knew she was happy for me, but also wishing she could be in college too. 

It was close to Noon when I finished the last window and Mary invited me to stay for lunch. She remarked that it wasn't very good wages for two hours of work on a Saturday. I told her that I'd already finished the things I had to do and it was already too hot to work outside. I was glad we finally had some time to talk. Our last visit was in the hospital, the day after Bobby was born.

Bobby woke up and needed to be changed and fed. Mary told me, again, how much she appreciated having a little more privacy in her living room. I sat on the couch and Mary sat next to me. Mary opened her blouse, exposed her breasst and began nursing Bobby. Watching little Bobby suck on my sister's bare breast reminded me of how our mother would nurse our younger brother. Mom was a firm believer that breast feeding is best. I felt a little uncomfortable at first, seeing my sister's breast fully exposed. Mary noticed I was looking away and joked, "Hey, if ya ain't seen one before, ya won't know what it is. If ya have, it's no big deal." Then, I began to appreciate the efficiency of breast feeding. I also understood why she was so anxious to get the blinds and curtains on the windows. 

Mary began to expose more than just her breast. She revealed part of her personality that I'd never seen before. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or just trying to get my attention off her anatomy and back to our earlier conversation. She jokingly said, "OK Bobby, leave some for your Daddy." Then she said, "I have to keep reminding John that he can't be sucking on my nipples, they are just for Bobby now."

Her next questions were, "So, who's your main squeeze now?" and "How's your love life?" I told her I'd just had a first date with Linda, and when we got back to her apartment, she'd invited me in. Mary's reaction was an ambivalent, "Not sure if that's good or bad. She must like you or she wouldn't have invited you in. But, she's moving pretty fast, if this was just your first date."

I explained that Linda wanted to introduce me to her roommate. I really didn't want to admit that I had to go see a movie version of "Hamlet" for my English class and asked Linda if she'd like to go along. I really did like Linda, but I wasn't sure if I'd ever get a second date. That always seemed to be a problem for me. I was getting shot down after one date, but I wasn't sure why. I thought, perhaps Mary might have some suggestions.

I related my first dating disaster. I'd taken Nancy out for pizza and we talked and got to know each other a little better. After that, Nancy didn't seem to want to have anything to do with me. Since Nancy was at the top of the class and was the only child in a high-income family, she could certainly be selective and I didn't have that much to offer her. After Commencement though, I was shocked when my mother asked if I was gay. 

At that point, Mary asked, "Where in H E double toothpicks did that come from?" Out of all the people in the auditorium, our mother just happened to sit next to Nancy's parents. They had asked Nancy about our date and Nancy told them she thought I was a queer. It was true that I hung out with a group of guys and that none of us had girlfriends. 

Mary understood this better than I realised. She told me that part of the problem was that I was extremely shy. She said Nancy and other girls probably got the impression that I was either not interested in them or not that interested in the opposite sex. I told her that dating really hadn't been a high priority for me, and now I felt as if I was a couple years behind. Then I told her that our dad had warned me, "If you ever get a girl knocked up, I'll castrate you." Besides, I have to get to know a girl before I'd be comfortable getting into bed with her. 

Mary smiled and said, "He just wanted to be sure that you'd think about the consequences. Just be responsible and use a rubber." She continued, "I guess if I'd made Jim use one, I wouldn't have had his baby. He thought he could pull out in time." That was possibly a little more than I needed to know, but it was a subject that I had never talked to Mary about. I'd assumed she didn't want to be reminded about the baby she'd given up for adoption two years earlier. 

Bobby was now fast asleep and Mary put him back in his crib. She came back and sat next to me again, with her breast still fully exposed. She carefully cleaned the nipple, covered it with a pad and closed her nursing bra. As she buttoned her blouse, she sighed, "It's hard to believe Jim's gone." Jim and another friend of ours died in a recent car accident. Mary was obviously reminded of the baby she gave up for adoption and that baby's father. 

Mary and I continued to talk a while longer. She asked if Mom or Dad had talked to me about sex. I said they'd given me a book to read, which went into a lot moe detail than what I'd learned in Physiology. She told me it sounded like the same book she'd been given to read, adding that Mom and Dad got it when they were newlyweds, and referred to it as their 'marriage manual'. Mary looked at me and said, "I'd take you into the bedroom and give you a quick Anatomy lesson, except that the baby's sleeping in there." I already had one memory of being accused of incest and thought this was probably not a good idea for either of us. I thanked Mary for lunch and for talking with me and headed for home.

As I drove, I thought about the time Dad had burst into Mary's room. I understandd why it happened. He'd just come out of the bathroom and I wasn't in my room. Mary's door was closed and he heard us talking very quietly. Mary said, "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours." We were sitting on her bed wrapping Christmas presents. I was holding Mary's gift, which I'd already wrapped in my room. She was holding my gift, from her. And then, Dad stormed in and grabbed my hair, from behind. My bathrobe, which was all I had on, came open and I was so frightened and startled, I peed on the floor. Mom came up to see what was going on and realized Dad was making a Federal case out of nothing. Six months later, our parents separated and Dad moved to California. Dad never could get a handle on his temper and we all felt more at ease after he moved out. 

As I got out of the car, I had a strange feeling between my legs. The images of Mary's bare breast and recalling fantasies of seeing her naked and having incestuous sex with her had given me quite an erection. Thinking about the Christmas present wrapping incident thoughts about the The phone was ringing as I came into the house. Cindy, a close friend of Mary, my older sister, called to ask if it was OK to come over and visit. She just wanted to get out of her house for a while. Her brother Tom and Mary's high school boyfriend, Jim, were killed in a car accident about a month before. Cindy was going to walk to our house, which was more than a mile from hers. I offered to drive over and pick her up. She said, she really needed the fresh air and exercise, but she would appreciate a ride home. When Cindy arrived, my mother fixed some cold drinks and we visited a while.

It was getting late and really dark outside by the time we finished visiting. My mother was happy that I'd already volunteered to drive Cindy home. We arrived at her house and she asked if I'd like to come in. Cindy was one of the very few girls I felt at ease talking to. That night, I expected Cindy really needed someone to talk to, and actually, so did I. I called my mother and said I was going to stay a while and talk. Mom said she was going to bed and read. She thanked me for calling and said she'd probably be asleep when I got home.

Cindy and I went to her basement rec room and sat on the couch. She told me she really needed to be close to someone and we hugged each other. Although I'd known Cindy for almost four years, I always figured she saw me as Mary's younger brother. In high school, most of the girls were more interested in the jocks and I was a late bloomer as far as my interest in the opposite sex. Cindy and I were still just good friends and I never expected we'd get any farther than that. 

Now, here I was with Cindy's arms around me and she was telling me how good it felt to be close. I told her I could stay as long as she wanted. Within minutes, she cupped her hand under her right breast and pulled at the underwire. "This thing is itching, so I'm taking it off." I expected her to get up, but instead, she turned her back to me and unbuttoned her blouse. "Mind unhitching me?", she asked nonchalantly. I timidly reached up the back of her blouse and unhooked her bra. 

Her next maneuver, was to pull her bra straps through her sleeves and remove the bothersome undergarment. "Ooooh! That feels sooo much better!", she whispered, leaning closer and kissing my cheek. Her blouse was still unbuttoned and I could see nearly all of her left breast. It was cool in the basement and her nipple seemed to be growing, as I watched. Her breasts were small, but they complimented her tall and slender figure.

As I stared at her protruding nipple, I realized Cindy was watching the expression on my face. Cindy was deliberately exposing her breast, but why?. She began to explain, "I've really been down in the dumps since the funeral. I just want to get my mind on something else for a while. Do you like what you see?". My mind was racing ahead. Without really thinking, I reached out and touched the object of my attention. As soon as I saw my hand and felt the softness of her skin, I pulled back, feeling certain that I'd gone way too far. Ashamed, more of what I was lusting for than what I had done, I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

Cindy's reaction surprised me. "You don't need to apologize, that's why I left my blouse open." She went on to say that I'd always been a good friend to her and that's why she wanted me to be with her. I allowed her words to sink in and realized that I had a rock-hard erection. If I stood up, the bulge in my pants would be obvious. The table lamp might as well have been a spotlight on my lap. Would she notice? 

"It looks like you have a hard problem now", she giggled. Although I'd imagined being in a situation like this, I didn't expect it to be with Cindy. Thinking about what might happen next only increased the hardness between my legs. I tried to relax and think of something else, but now my erection was almost painful. Cindy made her intentions crystal clear, when she said, "I want you to jump my bones and f%*k my brains out."

Tears came to her eyes and she began telling me how much she missed her brother. As I reached my arms out to give her a hug, she opened her blouse so that her fully exposed breasts were pressed against my chest. I held her and tried to comfort her. I felt strangely at ease, even With her bosom in full view. I kissed her cheek and she responded with a lingering kiss on my lips. "Hold that thought.", she whispered, "I want to freshen up a little." She headed for the bathroom, leaving me to anticipate what might happen next. I heard her pee, then flush. She took a quick shower and returned, wearing only her blouse, which was fully buttoned again. It was just long enough to cover her pubic hair. 

"Promise me you won't leave me all dressed up, with nowhere to go.", she insisted. When I asked what she meant, she explained she didn't want me to get her all worked up, hot and bothered, then not have intercourse. I told her my only worry was that I might shoot my load too quickly and it wouldn't take much to push me over the edge. I wanted her to let me know what felt good. I asked if she'd like to start by undressing each other.

I began unbuttoning her blouse and she started on my shirt. Each time she removed something from me, I unfastened the next button. We stood up and faced each other. I opened the front of her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. Cindy knelt in front of me and pulled my briefs down. I stepped out of them and she started kissing my penis. I had to stop her so she wouldn't get cum splattered on her face and hair. She stood up and kissed me, pulling my head toward her and holding our lips together. 

Cindy stepped back and slowly sat down on the couch, pulling me directly over her body. After running her tongue around my mouth and lips, she gently directed me to her nipples. I licked her tits and suckled her until she reached for my genitals. Her soft hands and long fingers started to gently play with my testicles. "Eat me out, PLEASE", she begged, "You know, use your mouth on it." "I am using my mouth", I said, a bit confused. "Not on my breasts, between my legs." 

I started kissing her inner thighs a little above her knees. I alternated side to side and moved ever closer to that mysterious area I had yet to explore. She reached down and parted the sides. In my head I was trying to think of all the anatomical names, to keep myself from hosing down the couch with my sperm. Cunnilingus, I remembered from the Masters & Johnson book. As I recalled the name of each part, I gently stroked it with the tip of my tongue. I started on the labia major, then moved to the labia minor. As soon as I reached her clitoris Cindy began to moan. I asked if I was hurting her, and she reassured me, "Oh My God! No! Not at all. It feels so damned good!" 

I was about to witness an intense orgasm. My penis was almost throbbing with pain, from being erect so long. In all the time I'd known Cindy, she always seemed to be modest and reserved. Now, she had her legs spread wide open, and my face was nearly buried in her crotch. Cindy was thoroughly enjoying herself. I could see the opening of her vagina tighten as she had an orgasm. After her second orgasm, she wanted me to let her catch her breath, then she asked if she could suck on me. I was so close to coming that I couldn't take any more stimulation right then. 

She told me to relax a bit and she wanted me to put it in. She was slowly stroking her clit with her fingers, giving me a brief rest. I felt my penis softening, just a little as I positioned myself directly over her. She held herself wide open for me and as I approached her sweet and dripping wet pussy, my erection was back to full strength. It slipped in easily, until I felt her vagina squeeze my organ. It felt just like her fingers were squeezing me and then I slipped out. I immediately drove my dick back into that slippery hole and felt her convulsing in yet another orgasm.

At this point, my instincts took control of my body and I was thrusting in and out while feeling the most exquisite sensations all over my body. Suddenly I felt my semen, pulsating into her. It felt like we had melted together. One final spasm rippled through her and I withdrew, completely exhausted.

She got up and went into the bathroom. After washing between her legs, Cindy put her clothes back on and said it was my turn to come in and wash up. I was a little nervous about washing my private parts in front of her, but realized how absurd it was to be shy, after all we'd just done together.

When I finished washing, Cindy dropped to her knees and said, "Let me check it to be sure you got all the soap off." She took me in her mouth and tasted every inch of my rod. I thanked her for giving me my first experiences with all of the joys of sex. She said, "It's hard to believe this was your first time, but I know you're telling the truth. When I asked how she could be so sure, Cindy smiled and said, "You are the most honest person I know. You were so gentle and careful when you first touched me, and concerned when you thought I was hurting. Besides, Mary told me you were still a virgin."

I was shocked and angry that Mary shared this very personal information with Cindy. Then, Cindy continued, "Thank you for allowing me to be your first. Tonight was a very special experience for me. " 

I met my first wife shortly after that and haven't seen Cindy in over 30 years. I know she's in the High School Alumni Directory, but I'm not sure it's a good idea to contact her. She and Mary haven't been in touch either, since Mary moved to the West Coast. I sometimes wonder if she still remembers that night as well as I. It was a truly unforgettable experience for me and I think it took her mind away from the loss of her brother. 



Consolation Prize



It all began at the meeting. Jane was one of about 20 women (and a handful of men) to attend the meeting at Fort Sill. The sober crowd had been called together by Colonel Jenkins, the base commander. They knew why they were there. Their husbands, wives, sons, daughters, boyfriends, etc., had just had their tours of duty in Iraq extended.

The Colonel was upbeat. Their unit had good leadership, things were going better, their kids at the base school would get special attention, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Jane was not impressed; in fact, she was depressed. As she stumbled out of the meeting she collided with another woman.

"Oh, sorry," she said. "God! Three more months! Those presentations get under my skin."

"Me too," agreed the other woman, who then introduced herself. "I'm Melissa Block."

"Jane Frager. Say, are you free for lunch? Maybe we could at least commiserate."

"Great idea," said Melissa. "But I have to get back to my sitter who's with my one year old. Maybe next week sometime?"

A week later Jane and Melissa sat, sipping wine in Jane's living room, chatting about their kids, the base school system and other such everyday concerns. 

After a sip of wine Melissa said: "Y'know, it's kind of embarrassing but as much as I miss Chuck, his thoughtfulness, his skills as a father and all that, I really, really miss the sex."

"Yeh," Jane agreed, "I know what you mean. I'll tell you, though. I confess to having at least a partial solution to that problem."

"I'm not sure I want to hear this," Melissa said tentatively, "but tell me more."

"Let me get you another glass of wine."

Jane went to the kitchen, came back with the wine and went upstairs. She returned, holding something behind her back.

"This," she said, "is the answer," and whipped out a small vibrator.

"What on earth is that?" 

"It's called a vibrator and when you hold it down here," Jane gestured between her legs, "it can give you a very good ride. Here, you try it," she said, turning it on.

Melissa took the sex toy very gingerly and lowered it softly to her lap.

"Uh, I don't think you'll get the full picture that way. Look, loosen that belt on your jeans and put that thing down next to your skin. I'll work on our sandwiches and leave you to experiment."

A few minutes later Jane took the tuna melts out of the toaster oven and returned to the living room. Melissa sat with her eyes closed, grinding away with the vibrator. Almost before she knew what she was doing Jane quietly put down the sandwich plates, walked over to Melissa and put a hand on each breast. Melissa's eyes opened in surprise and she involuntarily recoiled, but after a moment she closed her eyes again and leaned forward into the kneading of Jane's warm hands and the soft pinches on her nipples. After a few brief moments her body convulsed, she moaned and let out a deep sigh. This was followed by a heartfelt hug around Jane's waist.

Jane immediately apologized. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that, but when I saw how you were doing I just wanted to help."

"Oh, that's OK. I understand. Geez, this thing really packs a wallop. Where'd you get it?"

"There's a store in the city...The Pleasure something. Say, I have to go into Lawton this week for a doctor's appointment. Would you like me to get you one?"

"That would be great. Let me pay you now."

"No, no, you can reimburse me after."

After lunch they agreed to meet at Melissa's the following Friday.

On the appointed day Jane stood on Melissa's doorstep with the new vibrator in her purse. After a lunch of fruit salad and a glass of wine the two women sat over tea and cookies.

"Have you got the machine?" Melissa asked, in a low conspiratorial voice.

"Yes, it's right here," Jane responded huskily, handing over the box. They both laughed.

"Look," Melissa said, "first, I want to pay you for it, and second, I want to thank you for –well, maybe not saving my life, but definitely preserving my sanity."

"Oh, that's OK," Jane said. "Twenty dollars covers it and you're more than welcome."

"No," Melissa said, "I mean it. I took the afternoon off so I could also repay you in kind."

"I see," Jane said, "and what would you say if I told you that I told the folks at work I might not be back this afternoon and I also brought...this!" And she whipped out her own vibrator. They both giggled.

"Well then," Melissa said, "let's go upstairs.



Consolation Prize



"Rumor has it you could be in need of some consoling, John." 

I vaguely recognized the soft voice, a barely audible combination of syrupy honeydew and husky seduction. Or so I hoped. I could have used some seduction in my life right about now.

I turned slowly, diverting my attention away from the soccer field full of adolescents where my son's coed team was playing against one of their rival middle schools. Presuming, of course, that there can be such a thing as a true rivalry in suburban middle schools. 

The sun was bright and the Mid-Atlantic breeze was surprisingly warm on this late October afternoon. I was not disappointed, but exceedingly surprised, by what I saw when I turned, the owner of that voice.

Jayne Harrington. Yes, that Jayne Harrington. A full-fledged, first-ballot card-carrying member of the AMT. That's All-Mommy-Team to the uninformed, a soccer mom disguised as a MILF, or vice versa. Who just happened to be, quite possibly, the biggest cunt in town.

You see, Jaynie Lee Harrington was one of those moms who showed up at her kids' athletic events attired as if it were an excuse to show off the latest and most expensive fashion trends and accessories. 

Which is exactly what it was for Jayne, married to perhaps the most prominent neurosurgeon in the state. Any public appearance, even something innocuous as a Saturday soccer game, was an opportunity to flaunt both her elaborate wardrobe to the other mommies and also her fabulous body to the less-than-subtly drooling daddies.

A stunning early-forties redhead, Jayne looked like a cross between Debra Messing of Will and Grace fame, and Christina Hendricks from Mad Men, perhaps less a bust size or three. Her personality, though, was pure Lindsay Lohan. Narcissistic, condescending, and self-absorbed. 

In fact, the only person in town who was more universally loathed was her husband, Doctor Jim Harrington. Doctor Jim, you see, could never be bothered hob-nobbing with the masses at something as mundane as his daughter's soccer game. Even on weekends, he was usually off performing brain surgery, or rocket science, or some such scientific marvel.

Hence, Jayne's appearances at the kids' games were usually confined to sitting in her late-model BMW on the hillside parking lot and gazing down upon the activities like some royal highness on a veranda. But, hey, someone had to pick up her kid, right? So Jayne reluctantly attended to her maternal duties with this begrudging realization. 

Jayne rarely, if ever, mingled with the other parents, honking her horn at her daughter at the conclusion of the game and speeding off to the bliss of her solitude, no doubt to fund the nearest mirror.

And that explains my profound surprise when I was actually spoken to by Jayne for the first time since I attended the annual Chamber of Commerce charity ball, about ten months ago, when we were seated at the same table. 

My date that night was my now-former girlfriend, one smoking hot Hispanic lady, Marta Gutierrez. Marta resembled Salma Hayek, with one glaring exception. Marta's tits were much nicer than Salma's. And Christina Hendricks', for that matter. Marta was as tall laying down as she was standing up, and she was one of the few females on the planet who not only was not intimidated by Jayne, the two actually seemed to enjoy each other's company. Probably in the way that a female praying mantis gossip to another about their respective man-eating sagas.

In the last few weeks, Marta was kind enough to inform me that she was rising up the social ladder that she so diligently craved to climb, dumping me for the assistant attorney general for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, who just happened to be an heir to the family's substantial real estate holdings.

I was acutely cognizant that Marta only enjoyed the pleasure of my companionship for one reason. "Seven-and-a-half inches of sausage-thick man meat." That was Marta's own description one evening as she struggled mightily to gobble me whole with her impossibly plump and moist lips. 

Not that I minded being used as a sex symbol for my Brazilian bombshell. I always knew it was just a matter of time until some guy's wallet trumped my non-financial package.

Little did I know, until now, that Marta used that evening at the Chamber social to brag to her new bestest bud, one Jaynie Lee Harrington, the most intimate details of my girth and carnal stamina.

Before I could even open my mouth to reply to Jayne's comments about being "in need of some consoling", Jayne lowered her designer sunglasses which probably cost about as much as my monthly mortgage payment. This revealed her sparkling blue-green eyes, and she cooed, "Isn't that right, El Caballo? Marta traded your substantial talents in for some attorney? Tsk, tsk, silly girl. You most definitely could use a consolation prize, and I have quite the idea."

"El Caballo" was Marta's pet name for me. The Horse. I've come to realize there are two true blessings about being hung. One, you can tell how cold the water is before you jump in the lake. (And deep, too!) Two, women talk amongst themselves. They talk more than men, you can bet that. And when they find themselves a well-hung man, they aren't shy to share that fact with even casual female acquaintances, bragging about their sexual good fortune in a similar manner of a trout fisherman unexpectedly bagging the big one. But, like the trout, we all get thrown back sooner or later.

I intuitively knew already where this conversation was going. It was no secret in town that the two most despised people in town, Jaynie and Doctor Jim, detested each other as much, if not more, than the rest of us mere proletariats. And urban legend had it that Jayne took frequent 'stress-relieving' trips to the Big Apple to, um, sample the wares of the local young male New Yorkers, with very big apples.

"What's on your mind as a consolation prize, Jaynie?" My question was succinct. Talking is overrated, and besides, I realize that Jayne had no interest in what I had to say. Which was just fine with me. As I stated, I can play of the role of a sex symbol without the slightest blow to my ego, believe me. I'd rather be admired for my cock than my portfolio anyday. (Though I reserve the right to alter that way of thinking as I age.)

"The kids have that Halloween party at Sabrina's house tonight, from 6 to 10. My daughter is going, so I assume your son is as well?" I nodded in response to Jayne's inquiry.

"Good, then we have almost four hours. Why don't you come over after you drop Ryan off? You remember where the house is, I'm sure."

Everyone in the county knew where the Harrington's lived. It was located on a bluff overlooking the Schuylkill River and there wasn't another house within a half-mile. 

I had one more question. Couldn't resist. "Where's Jim going to be tonight?"

I watched as Jayne licked her lips while unabashedly gazing at my bulging crotch, beginning to twitch beneath my jeans. "He's not invited. I'm hosting a very private party. Do you need to know more?"

No further questions, your honor, I thought to myself, guiding my Jeep up the winding tree-lined driveway at six-fifteen, the sky just turning black in the last week before daylight's savings ended. 

Jayne answered the doorbell quickly, and greeted me with one of her exquisite outfits. It was tasteful, as always, but nocturnally slutty. A black shawl hung over her shoulders, eerily reminiscent of Elvira's, and covered her pale skin. She had on a silky ebony dress that was cut to show every freckle on her taut chest, obviously hard nipples peeking out beneath sheer, almost see-through material. 

The dress hung just below her knees, showing her slim and shapely calves, and there was a slit on the right side that went up to her upper thigh. She wore a choker collar which served as the perfectly appropriate symbolism. Her beautiful auburn hair glowed and smelled like strawberries, hanging down over her breasts, serving as a paradox to the hint of foreboding carnal mischief that was about to ensue.

The naughty, married, red-headed witch, dressed as the devil's daughter, looked me up and down like a lone coyote about to consume her meal and said, simply, "Upstairs. I want you in Jim's and my bed. It hasn't seen much action lately. That's about to change."

Jayne took my hand and led me upstairs to the plush master bedroom, adorned with a luxurious four-post bed. When she sat down on the edge of the bed, she coyly pulled her dress up as high as it could go without totally exposing herself to me. 

I stared at those beautiful legs and my face must have shown my lust because when my eyes went back to her face, she had that knowing sparkle in her eyes and a smile that could stop traffic. And cause dicks to rise. I sat down as close to her as possible and turned to face her. She put her arms around my neck and we were kissing immediately. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me, feeling her press her luscious globes into my chest.

I moved my hand up her side and let my thumb brush the side of her breast. She moaned softly, pulling back slightly so I had more access to her firm tit. If it is possible for a woman in her mid-forties to have perky tits, well, Jaynie Lee Harrington certainly had them. I cupped one and gave it some gentle squeezes. As I explored her soft mound, I felt her erect nipple piercing into my palm. Giving it a gentle pinch, she moaned, and kissed me harder. So, Jaynie's nipples were very sensitive, alert the media! 

I continued to pay serious attention to her nipple through the fabric, but before I could get to the straps, she pushed me back and threw her leg over my lap, straddling me. This was a very sexual, wanton woman who knew exactly how to get what she wanted. But what she said next altered the chemistry. As she nibbled on my earlobe, she whispered, "You're only going to have me one time, and one time only, so you better live up to the advance publicity."

Now, when a man and a woman don't like each other to begin with, but have undeniable mutual sexual attraction, that can mean only one thing. That the exercises to come will turn into a contest, a sexual competition, rough, hard, marathon sex, no pretense of tenderness whatsoever. Where one will outlast the other, a clearly defined winner and loser.

And I was determined not to lose. No fucking way. Mrs. Harrington had met her match today, I told myself.

With her tits only inches from my face, she pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the dress slide down to her waist. I couldn't move. Even without a bra, they still had the same firmness that a woman half her age had...they were magnificent. 

Her nipples were large, and hard as erasers. She took my hands in hers and held them firmly against her heaving tits. I took over from there, kneading her globes, pinching and lightly pulling on her nipples, eliciting a little squeal of delight from her. "That feels so good!" Her first concession to pleasure, off to a good start.

I began kissing one tit, teasing her by avoiding her nipple. She wanted me to suck her nipples so much that she tried to move so I would have to make some oral contact. Wanting to extend the teasing a bit longer, I just switched to the other tit.

"Please..." the sexy redhead whispered, "Please suck them." How could I refuse such a polite request? Especially when I knew what was in store for her eventually.

I took each perfect tit in my hands and brought one to my lips. Rather than take it quickly, I used my tongue to lightly tickle that erect little pink knob. She responded immediately with a loud "Mmmmm....I need this." I tickled one nipple, then the other. I flicked my tongue over each one, even pressing her tits together so her nipples were right next to each other, allowing me to gratify both of them at once. 

She held my head and guided each breast to my hungry mouth. I opened wide and took one long nipple into my mouth. She cradled my head in her arms to be sure I didn't let up until she was ready. 

I flicked my tongue in rapid fashion over her nipple while tweaking the other between my fingers. She let out a guttural groan and ground her crotch into mine. 

After thoroughly satisfying one, she offered up the other. I repeatedly licked and sucked and tongued her round tits. I slid my hands off her chest and moved them down her back to her incredibly sexy ass. She sighed when my hands came in contact with her ass cheeks. I followed further down her legs to where fabric met skin and then back up, but now under her dress and then under the elastic of her thong to feel her hard, taut ass. She gasped as I pulled her bottom toward me, directly over my aching cock. I had no doubt she could feel my hardness because my own shorts were not constricting it at all.

She was grinding herself again as she released my head from her breasts. She reached down between us to finally feel the stiffness that was poking into her. When she got there, her eyes grew wide. She felt along the shaft and gasped, "Oh fucking my!" 

She practically jumped off my lap and knelt on the floor wide-eyed. Without her on my lap, the tent formed between my legs was able reach its full potential. She reached out and stroked it with her palm. "You're.... bigger.... than..than I've ever felt. A lot bigger! El Caballo! Wow!" 

With her free hand the married vixen went directly for the zipper and button on my shorts, deftly freeing me from my prison. I lifted my hips and she tugged the shorts down and off. Jayne threw them to the side, her eyes never leaving my hard cock, which was standing straight up. 

I chose to go 'commando', since boxers of briefs seemed somewhat superfluous, knowing the task at hand tonight. She ran her fingers lightly up and down my shaft, admiring it, desiring it. She grasped it with both her hands and my big purple helmet was twitching 'hello'. Her hands stroked my cock very slowly, as I moaned my approval and felt some pre-cum ooze from my slit. 

She leaned forward and lightly licked all around the head and then finishing with the tip, lapping up the clear liquid. She began licking and kissing the head much the same way I teased her nipples, lightly.

"Paybacks are a bitch, huh?" she cooed. "But well worth it," I replied.

She kissed her way down my shaft, and then rubbed my cock against her soft cheek. She looked up at me with that model-pretty face, her eyes shining with unbridled lust. God, that was driving me nuts. When she licked her way back up to the head, she was greeted with some more droplets. 

She opened her mouth to take me in, and I watched as my head disappeared into her mouth. Unfortunately, not used to a bigger cock, she couldn't take me all in. She maneuvered herself to get into different positions, but to no avail. My thoughts were entirely on emptying my balls into this little vixens mouth, and soon, so I confess I grew a bit impatient when she stood up suddenly.

She kissed me again, long and hard, rubbing both small hands along my hard-on. She slithered the rest of the way out of her dress, then she lifted my t-shirt over my head. She ran her fingers through the tufts of hair on my chest, feeling my muscles spasm under her sensual touches. 

Jayne positioned me at the side of the bed, while she climbed up onto it. She got on her back and let her head hang over the edge, her mouth now level with my cock. I was a bit confused until she reached out and pulled my cock toward her lips. "I will be able to get all of you this way" and she slowly pulled me into her. I noticed that in this position, it was a straight line from her lips down her throat. 

Inch by inch my cock entered her mouth and I could soon see her throat expanding. It wasn't long before my balls were resting on her nose, and I was literally down her throat. She gently pushed me back out, I guess so she could breathe before filling her lungs, and pulling me back in, this time using her tongue more extensively.

"This is incredible," I groaned, unwittingly. I didn't want to concede the pleasure myself, but I hadn't had a blowjob quite this way before. With that, she smiled with my cock between her lips and raised the stakes. Her throat muscles closed around my cock and basically squeezed it. 

I couldn't control myself and I starting pumping, fucking her hot mouth. She kept her hands on my hips, but did not slow me in any way. As I pumped away, I looked down her body and saw her tits jiggling with each thrust, moving in unison. Looking further, she had her legs pulled up, spread wide and I could see the wet spot puddling from under her thong panties. 

Between this amazing blowjob and the sight of her body splayed before me, I lost it. I pushed my cock down her throat and felt my balls tighten, my cock throbbing, emitting a massive eruption of cum blasting down deep into her oral cavity. The first spurt gushed down her throat, but she pushed me back so that the following bursts would be in her mouth. She swallowed each one completely, holding the last one in her mouth to savor the taste.

This round most definitely went to Mrs. Harrington, it was unanimous on all of the judges' cards.

Feeling my knees going weak, I stepped forward and leaned against the bed for support. She sat up and, licked her lips seductively, and asked, "How was that?" Barely able to stand, much less talk, I replied "Unbelievable. Where did you learn that?" 

With a cocky smile, "Oh, I like to practice different positions. You liked it?" We both laughed and she crawled up to the head of the bed and placed her head on the pillow, inviting me to join her. I mustered all my strength and fell into her arms giving her a very appreciative kiss, tasting the residue of my salty cum on her tongue. Feeling her sex-starved body pressing firmly against mine, I found some renewed energy.

I ran my hands over the length of her body, enjoying the softness of her skin and the involuntary reactions her body had to my touch. I bent down and kissed each of her tits again, suckling her nipples, before kissing my way south. Her breathing got heavier as I moved closer and closer to her pussy. Her legs spread for me as I positioned myself between them, peeling her thong aside. 

When I finally saw her bright pink pussy, my dick sprang back to life. Her pussy was very well groomed, the pubic hair trimmed to form a perfect 'v'. Her clit was swollen and protruding, begging for some attention. As I knelt there admiring her body, she placed her legs up on my shoulders. I ran my hands up along her thighs to her calves and back down again. "You have the sexiest legs!" 

"Thank you. I can't wait to wrap them around you, El Caballo. Your third leg is incredible." Hmmmm, a compliment. I was beginning to warm up to Jaynie Lee a bit, even maybe liking her, just a teeny bit. Perish the thought.

I stood and grabbed both of her ankles, dragging her to the end of the bed so that the bottom half of her body dangled over the side and began kissing her gams, starting at the lean, muscular calves, toned by hours in the gym. I made my way to her inner thighs and couldn't take my eyes off my prize, her dripping wet pussy. Her sweet earthy scent was driving me fucking crazy. The closer I got, the louder her moans became. "Mmmm, yes...hurry."

I cupped her tight asscheeks with both hands, raising her up slightly. I flattened my tongue and gave her cunt a big lick. Remembering the teasing I received, I avoided touching her clit, instead driving her wild by kissing and licking her lips. She was definitely a moaner!!! I would alternately push my tongue inside her wet hole then lick her lips, making her whimper with delight.

"Uuuuuggghhhh, oooooooooohhh, mmmmmmm, that is so good. Ooooooooo!" Without warning, I roughly tugged at the string on her thong and ripped it to shreds with one violent pull. She squealed, and I wasn't certain whether it was in delight or consternation, knowing that a two-hundred dollar thong was history. Probably a little bit of both, I shrugged, continuing my march northward.




Consolation Prize



She gyrated her hips to get her clit any contact with my lips or tongue, smearing her tasty pussy juices all over my face. "Make me cum, please make me cum!" I opened my mouth wide and covered her clit and as much of her pussy as I could. Using my tongue and lips, I closed my mouth around her clit, forming a sucking vacuum. 

Mrs. Harrington loudly screamed "Yes, yes" and grabbed my head and pulled me in. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue quickly. She bucked but I held on firmly, sucking and tonguing her wildly. 

I pushed one finger, then two deep into her love tunnel, pushing hard into her depths. She let out an ear splitting scream and her body convulsed as orgasm after orgasm swept through her body. I let her regain herself some before relentlessly doing it all over again and again, ending in the same orgasmic reaction each time.

Finally, mercifully, I let her calm herself and spent the next 10 - 15 minutes gently licking and kissing her juice soaked pussy, occasionally sliding my fingers into her pussy. I felt her muscles contract around my fingers, attempting to hold them inside her for as long as possible. Her gentle moans and "That feels wonderful" comments kept me going. But I needed, or rather El Caballo needed, relief again.

I kissed my way back up her body, reaching her face, and she kissed me passionately, licking her juices off my face and lips. "Mmmm, Marta never told me THAT part of your talents, that was fucking fabulous." I leered down at her, her juices coating my lips, and I mocked her. "It's a shame that you only wanted me once, you little arrogant cunt."

Again, this turned the tide. Those words turned the bitchy Mrs. Harrington on tremendously. It was clear that nobody, NOBODY, talked to her this way, and it took our challenge to another level.

My cock was back to full attention and the head was resting on her bush. I moved my hips back and forth on her sopping slit, giving my cock a pubic massage. Her eyes told me she wanted my cock inside her. 

She ran her fingers over my chest and toyed with my own erect nipples, before she positioned my cock at her eager pussy opening. She lifted her legs up and pulled me to her, my cock head popping inside of her heated hole, barely an inch. I looked in her eyes and wanted to tell her how beautiful she was to me, and that I can't believe I was getting to live one of my fantasies.

Instead, I rocked just the tip of my mushroom head on her swollen labia, and told her this. "After I'm through with you, you little fucking whore, YOU'RE going to be the one who begs for my cock. And I'm going to have you any fucking time I want, anyway I want. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, and maybe even share you with other men." She grunted and writhed, aroused beyond belief. 

I continued my verbal assault, easing my cock into her gash, which was, as Marta used to say, en fuego. "Yeah, that's right, you're really just a little submissive cock-slut, aren't you, you married fucking whore?"

Her eyes widened and I knew that my entry would have to be slow. With each little push, I withdrew before proceeding again. She never protested or winced as I buried myself into her, and I resisted the overwhelming urge to slammed myself into her for my own gratification. Again, patience was the key. When I was more than halfway in, she pulled me down onto her and wrapped her legs around me. "Give me it all. Don't make me beg!" 

I took the bait, she was now playing the game on my terms. I withdrew from her, leaned under her, lifted her ass high into the air, and spit into her pink asshole, winking at me like a tiny rosebud.

"Fuck you, cunt," I sneered, roughly plopping her back down on the mattress after smearing my saliva all over the rim of her anus. "Beg for my big cock."

Before giving her an opportunity to respond to my demand, without warning, I gave her one big deep thrust and seven-and-a-half inches of thick, hot cock was buried in her completely. She cried out, partly in pain but mostly in ecstasy. "Yes, yes, oh God, yes!" Her response had a bigger reaction on me than I had expected so I had to hold myself still until I could regain my control. "You ok?" I asked, suddenly a gentleman again. I had bumped her cervix with such force I was afraid I had literally split her in two.

She winced up at me for a split-second, nearly hyperventilating, and then her own gorgeous face contorted into a glare, curling her lips like an angry bitch dog. "Is that all you got, you pussy? I thought you were a good fuck. Now, FUCK ME!!!!!"

She smiled and leaned up and kissed me passionately and deeply. "You know exactly what I needed, a man to control me This is so cool!" She had instantly transformed into a frolicking schoolgirl who had been caught teasing and was now being given the lesson, and fucking, she craved.

I kissed Jayne back and began to slowly stroke my cock in and out of her tight pussy. And tight it was. Doctor Jim was definitely underutilizing this incredible pussy. With each thrust, my pace increased and she matched each one until we were soon in a groove. She started moaning into my mouth as we kissed, but as our pace quickened, she arched her back, threw her head back and was moaning out of control. 

"Yes, harder, yes, oh, oh, oh yes!" Her eyes were wide and she was digging her well-manicured fingernails into my back. If I wasn't so turned on, it probably would've hurt. She exploded into one orgasm after another, letting out screams with each one. "God, I'm cumming! More! Give me more!" Each orgasm seemed to be bigger than the preceding one. I had to let up some, or I was sure she would have passed out from lack of oxygen.

When she regained control, she whispered, "I want your cum, now. What do you want me to do?"

"Ride me, cowgirl. Ride El Caballo."

She gave me a huge sexy smile and she practically threw me off of her in her rush to get my pole deep inside her again. She positioned herself directly over my cock and got the head just inside her saturated hole. "Ready?" she asked. Oh, I was ready.

She dropped herself down quickly, impaling herself on my cock. The impact of the head of my cock slamming her cervix again made her shudder, probably a small orgasm. She now had the look of a woman with a determined mission on her mind, to get my cum into her pussy, as soon as possible. I grabbed her hips and she began riding me like a jockey, rising and dropping with a lot of force. 

It felt incredible and I met her with upward thrusts of my own. When she reached back and gave my balls a rub, my cock went into spasms of its own and shot my second load of creamy cum into this sexy love machine. As the warm fluid filled her pussy, she screamed out as she had her own orgasm. She fell onto my chest, as we both gasped for breath. I held her tightly to me, really not wanting this to ever end.

She whimpered, curling into a ball on my stomach. "That...was by far...the best I have ever...had. No man...could hold...a candle to...you." 

"That's nice to hear, but I am not done with you yet." 

My cock softened and slid out of her wonderful pussy. As it did, I could also feel my cum dripping onto my limp dick and belly. She gave me another kiss and turned toward my cock. She bent over, taking my tired member in her hands and proceeded to clean it with her tongue. 

My dick was still very sensitive and her mouth on it felt wonderful. I pulled her to me so that she would be straddling my head and I returned the favor by cleaning her cunt with my tongue. I had never sucked on any woman's pussy after I came in it, but the urge struck me and I loved it.

She leaned up on her elbows and brought her knees up, exposing not only her sex, but her pink rosebud asshole. She stooped cleaning my cock and peered through the gap in her legs, upside down, to watch me work on her with my tongue. Her entire bottom was damp from her pussy juice and her clit was engorged from all the activity it had gotten. Well, it was about to get some more.

I caressed the backs of her thighs, down to her ass cheeks. She sighed softly and her ass muscles tightened in anticipation. With both hands, I approached her pussy lips from each side, parting them slightly to expose her inner lips. Her scent was now mixed with my own cum, and was twice as juicy. 

I glided my fingertips up and down her lips, building her excitement. I leaned into her and licked her softly. Jaynie Lee Harrington, now in complete submission to me, moaned loudly, encouraging me on. I applied a little more pressure, flicking my tongue hard on her wet lips, causing her to jump. "Ooooh, again."

I repeated that again, each time using more pressure but a slightly slower motion. By the time I reached her clit again, she was panting loudly. I knew she was expecting me to flick her clit now, so instead, I closed my mouth over it and sucked on it hard, pulling it into my mouth. 

Caught completely off guard, she gasped and began to shudder as I tongue-lashed her clit. When I did not let up, she reached back, grabbed my head, holding it tightly into her crotch, practically screaming, "Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, yesss, YESSSS!" She came hard, giving my mouth more of her luscious nectar. Unable to move my mouth away from her clit, I eased my oral assault so that she could regain herself.

I licked and kissed her twat, pushing my tongue into her hole while pressing my upper lip into her sensitive clit. As I poked my tongue inside her, she turned around so that she was straddling me now and moved her hands from my head up to her tits. She was now sitting directly on my face, smothering me in love juice. 

As my tempo increased, so did she on her tits. I watched as she manhandled them aggressively, squeezing them like melons, pushing them together and pressing them into herself. If I weren't already turned on by what I was doing, I surely would've been by what she was doing.

My cock was now back to full throttle and I wanted to not only bury my member into her beautiful asshole, but get my hands on those incredible globes as well. I rimmed her anus and pushed two fingers into her tight hole all the way. She screamed in delight and bucked her hips. I pumped my fingers hard and fast, getting her hole ready for my thick slab of cock. Rather than grab my head this time, she grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled them tight against her chest. 

This orgasm was the biggest one so far, soaking my face and hand. I continued pounding my fingers and tongue into her, bringing on another orgasm, although not as intense as the last. I pulled my mouth off her asshole so that I could watch her cum on my hand. Another one hit seconds after the last one subsided.

"Please...stop. I ... can't...take it! I...need...air!"

I eased my fingers out of her sloppy anus and stood up. I watched as she panted, trying to catch her breath. For a second, I thought she might be hyperventilating, but her breathing normalized, but was still heavy. 

For a moment, I became worried that maybe I had overdone it, bringing her to so many orgasms one after the other. My anxiety was short-lived, however, as she jumped up with surprising athletic grace and knelt on all fours. She looked over her shoulder, spread her asscheeks with her palms, and gave me such a gracious invitation that even Emily Post would have approved.

"Take my ass, we have maybe a half-hour left."

She even included a time limit, that was sweet. 

As I eased my rejuvenated prick into her quivering rear entrance, I decided that if Jayne were duly distracted, she wouldn't mind the initial discomfort of her anal penetration quite as much. 

So, I reached up at the same time as I felt her anal muscles begin to adapt to my girth and roughly pulled her by the hair, snapping her neck back with a jolt. She grunted, and as she did, I thrust an inch or two into her tunnel and felt her expand to accommodate my girth. I pushed her down hard onto the mattress and kicked open her legs with my knees so that she was spread open lewdly, like a can opener splitting apart her can, literally and figuratively.

Her palms grasped at the now-soaked bedsheets and she crumpled them into balls with her two tiny fists as I was now about four thick inches into her bowels. I leaned down so that my chest pressed into her back and slowly ass-fucked her tight hole, whispering into her ear to continue to distract her from the searing pain that no doubt permeated her asshole. 

"The worst thing you could have said to me, you stupid little cunt, was that I'm only going to have you once." I braced myself up on one elbow and reached down to grab her by the throat, not to hurt her, but to show her unequivocally who was in charge. "You're going to come over to my house tomorrow at two o'clock, dressed like a cheap whore, and I'm going to have a friend of mine there, maybe two, and we're going to have our way with you, spit-roast you, DP you, and then send you back home filled and covered with cum, you understand that?"

Her only reply was a groan, which was certainly not a consent, so I thrust into her another inch and slapped her ass repeatedly until the skin on her ass was that approximate color of her hair.

"Do you fucking UNDERSTAND that?" I shouted, ignoring the grimace on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes, assuring her attention, my cock now six thick inches into her butt hole, ready to blow again. 

The only way that I knew she wasn't in pain was because her one hand had now eased beneath her body and she was exuberantly rubbing her clit into yet another explosion.

I jumped up and off the bed, stroking my cock, which was now covered in her anal nectar, and gripped her by the back of the skull, releasing my third ejaculation onto her forehead and nose and eyelid. It wasn't as powerful as the first two, but the sticky seed still dripped down her face onto her collarbone and neck, and I watched as she collapsed into the fetal position onto the bed.

I tenderly leaned down and kissed the glob of cum on her forehead, opened her mouth, and stuck my cum-covered tongue into her mouth. One last present. 

Jayne lay semi-comatose on her side as I quickly dressed, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Nine-forty-four. 

"I'll pick up your daughter at the party and drive her back home here so you have time to get yourself together, so she won't know her mommy just got ass-fucked."

"And I'll see you at two o'clock tomorrow."

The next afternoon, as my friends Jack and Del watched football on my wide-screen TV with me, the doorbell rang at two-oh-five. 

There on my doorstep, dressed in a trench coat, stood Mrs. Jayne Harrington. My new consolation prize.

Just as I had suspected. I'd discovered a sub. A closet sub, and a very hot one at that.

We watched no more football that day. Maybe you'd like to hear about it.



Consolation Prize Velvet Sky Style



WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. 

Featuring: Velvet Sky(TNA), Greg Marasciulo (Trent Barreta in WWE).

Consolation Prize - Velvet Sky Style

A TNA erotic story 

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July 25th, 2013. Backstage at the TNA Impact Wrestling TV event at the Broadbent Arena in Louisville, KY, the former WWE Superstar known as Trent Barreta, the handsome high flyer who competed as Greg Marasciulo in an unsuccessful attempt to capture the TNA X Division Championship in the high-risk Ultimate X Match is backstage, favoring his back as he heads along towards the shared locker room for the X Division stars. 

"Damn... And I thought the Japan tour was rough..." Marasciulo says to himself, still clad in his ring tights he wore for the match, as he heads along, knowing he missed out on both the title and a guaranteed TNA deal by failing to win the match not too long ago.

His thoughts and gaze would soon turn to a woman heading in the opposite direction to him, but when the two locked eyes she slowed herself down to a stop, placing hands on her hips and eyeing him up as he approached her. None other than TNA Knockout and former singles and tag team champion in the stunning Velvet Sky. She's also clad in attire seen on the show - tight jeans that hug to her one-of-a-kind, juicy ass, and a tight black "Rock & Roll" top that shows off her large breasts along with some sexy cleavage. 

"One of the new X Division guys, right?" Sky questions with a raised eyebrow after checking him out. "Looks like you didn't win though..."

"Yeah, well, I can catch a break since I've never been in a match like that before..." Greg says as he stops in front of her, still holding his back slightly. "Climbing up ropes to grab a belt? Not my idea of a fun night..." He says with a hint of a smile.

"Too bad... But say... You look a little familiar to me... Have you been around TNA before?" Velvet questions, again taking a look over his muscular and desirable frame.

"Apart from last week?" He chuckles slightly. "Maybe from the WWE? When I used to be Trent Barreta... Well, I still am in the indies now thanks to swapping which letter is doubled..."

"Oh? Another ex-WWE guy in TNA huh? That's a new one..." Sky says with sly smile, her interest clearly being perked up now. "So... Are you up to the standards like the other WWE guys I've seen them to be?"

"Standards? Not if you mean how many titles I won..." Marasciulo starts to say, before he's cut off when she boldly steps forward, placing her hand onto his crotch and giving a firm squeeze, clearly feeling him up to see how endowed he may or may not be.

"Oh no honey... I'm talking if you're packing something like the other former WWE guys are..." She smiles seductively as she gives him another grope, making him groan. "Mmmm... Feels like you are... And that's good news for you and me... Really good news" 

"Oh... Oh yeah?" Greg questions even with a wide smile on his face from being felt up by this stunning female wrestler. "How's that?"

"Simple honey... I love testing out a new, big cock... So how about you come with me and I'll give you a consolation prize... Velvet Sky style..."

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Moments later in the changing room designated for the TNA Knockouts, the sexy and now bottomless Velvet Sky is on top of a naked Greg Marasciulo in a sixty nine, pressing her curved and tanned frame against his equally desirable body as she sucks on his cock, which is - as she assumed - clearly to her liking as she eager slurps on the long and thick to match manhood. With one hand gripping his thigh and the other holding an opened bottle of lubricant, she bobs her two-toned haired head back and forth onto his rod, keeping her full lips wrapped right around his meat as she sucks away on his tool with clear lust, showing a naughty side as she blows the hunk she's only just met minutes ago.

"Mmmmph! Mmmmm..." The former WWE Superstar has his mouth busy as well, moaning into the long-time TNA Knockout's pussy as he eats her out, making sure his handsome facial features are pushed right up into her snatch that's already noticeably wet, further proof of her desire along with how she's lightly pushing herself back to grind against his mouth. It puts a smile on his face as he kisses and licks over her folds, sliding his hungry tongue into her to probe and taste, each flick causing her to moan in response while her groans into her snatch from the way she's pleasuring his cock, giving him more than enough incentive to keep dining on her as his hands run over her thighs and shapely backside.

"Mmmm... Ahhhh fuck! Yessss..." The former member of The Beautiful People stable lifts her head off his rod to moan, raising her hands so she can pour some lube onto her fingers before she reaches back, taking advantage of how he's groping her butt so she can slide a finger into her own asshole, lubing herself up with steady pumps of her digit back and forth into her self. At the same time she goes back to sucking him off, taking his inches deep as she sets the bottle aside to further focus on blowing him with deep and swift motions that cause her stylish hair to sway from the effort put behind the motion. 

"Mmmm! Mmmmph! Mmmm..." She groans, carefully rocking herself back against the tongue sliding around inside her snatch while she fingers her own ass, and keeping her lips brushing up and down onto his tool as she leaves a layer of her saliva onto his shaft from the skillful, repeated motion as her face looms down close towards his base.

"Mmmm... Mmmm! Mmmm!!" Fluids of a different kind are now over the chin and lips of the former member of the Dude Busters tag team in WWE from both the rubbing action being done to him and how he's been eating away at her tasty, damp snatch, letting his tongue roam around every part of her pussy that he can reach as he shows as well he's no novice when it comes to giving back some oral pleasure. 

"Mmmm! Mmmm... Mmmmph!!" He can't help but moan from the way he's getting blown with pornstar-like skill, feeling his dick being taken in deep into the warm and wet mouth of the stunning female wrestler on top of him as he keeps his face pressed right up into her pussy, lapping away at her to drink up the plentiful juices there and keeping her moaning as well.

"Mmmmph!! Mmmm!! Mmmm..." The former TNA Knockouts Champion groans as she pushes her pretty face right down onto him so she can deep throat all of his big cock, impressively not gagging even for a moment as she stays down on him, moaning around his inches as she keeps on finger-banging her own asshole in order to slide in the lube deep. 

"Mmmm... Mmph!! Mmmm!!" It's not long through before she goes back to sucking him off with force and speed, the dirty slurping sound ringing out as she moves up to half-way and then goes right down to the balls over and over again, leaving saliva seeping past her pouty lips as it trickles down his rod and onto his crotch and balls and still managing to grind her wet snatch back into the face of the hunk she's on top off.

Giving her pussy another couple of flicks with his tongue, he pulls back from her so he can catch his breath with a big smile, unsurprising since his dick is deep in the mouth of one the hottest women in all of wrestling. "Mmmm... Shit! You treat... Ahhhh... All the new guys like this??" Marasciulo asks as he licks his lips clean of her pussy juices.

After dishing out another long suck, she pulls off from with with a loud "pop" sound and a groan before she looks back over her shoulder at him. "Mmmm... Only for the biggest cocks baby... I fucking love them big, thick, and hard!" Velvet says, groaning as she pulls her finger out of her asshole before she scoots forward a little, now on her hands and knees.

"So not my stunning good looks and personality?" Greg jokes with a smirk, picking up the lube bottle and pouring some out onto both his cock, using his hand to get himself ready by rubbing it in with a couple of pumps. "Ouch babe, I'm hurt..." He fakes being insulted as he moves up to kneel behind her.

"Mmmm... I'll make it up to you..." Sky says, her voice dripping with seduction as she jiggles her ass exactly like her infamous ring entrance. "Tap my big, sexy ass... And give it to me good!"

"Sure beats getting knocked off some ropes over a ring..." He says with a chuckle, before pushing his cock into her tight asshole with a firm thrust, groaning instantly at the pressure but thanks to the lube he can slide in a fair amount of his inches into her stunning backside, more than enough to start slowly pumping in and out of her as his hands move onto her toned waist. 

"Ahhhh! Mmmmm fuck! Damn, that's a fine ass..." The former Trent Barreta in the WWE hisses as he eases his dick in and out of her snug asshole, watching as he member pushes into her hole and then reappears with only the crown staying inside her before he repeats the motion, allowing her back passage to get used to this invasion so he can, in time, get more of himself into her thick booty.

"Mmmmm! Ahhhh... Is that fucking it?? I said... Ahhhh! Give it to me!!" The former TNA Knockouts Tag Team and singles Champion says with a groan, gazing back at the stud behind her with burning lust in her eyes as she starts to sharply push herself back against his thrusts that, to her liking at least, are too tame but would be more than enough for any normal woman to handle. 

"Mmmm... More! Ahhhh... Harder you fucking prick! I want it! MMMM!!" She moans and grits her teeth, still wearing her tight black top that strains against her slightly swaying tits as her body works backward against the incoming pumps into her snug asshole, her gaze still locked back at him to show how much she wants to be slammed as she's getting shameless in her desires rather quickly, considering he's getting fucked by a still relative stranger.

"Damn, such language! Reminds me... Ahhhh... Of a couple past Divas I've had... Mmmm..." The former FCW Tag Team Champion smirks with a groan as he gladly gives in to her demands, putting force and some more speed behind his motion and soon making her moan out as he sends his cock in deeper into her ass, timing it just right as she moves back against his actions. 

"Mmmm! There were just as pushy as well sometimes..." He adds as he pumps his rod into her backside with a steady and firm pace, watching her butt cheeks shake a little from the force both he and the stunning Knockout taking this are putting into their actions as he fucks her up the ass from behind as she stays down perfectly in the doggy style position.

"Mmmmm! None of them have... Ahhhh! An ass like mine!" The woman previously known as Talia Madison groans as she continues to lustfully rock back and forth against the stiff pumps into her one-of-a-kind booty, taking the cock of the hung stud behind her in deep to her back passage but still craving more as she continues to get nasty, almost effortlessly taking this anal sex like she's all too used to it. 

"MMMM!! I've got the fucking best ass... Ahhhh... In this company, and any!!" She hisses again as she closes her eyes, giving a sharp push back to take another thick inch into her juicy ass, her pussy getting even wetter than it had been when she was getting eaten out, but now she's not even touching herself there, using her hands to keep herself off from the floor of the Knockout's locker room they're in so she can keep getting this swift thrusts straight into her rump.

"Mmmmm! Someone's pretty high on themselves... Ahhhh! Aren't they?" The hunky high flying grappler who just missed out on becoming X Division Champion tonight says as he keeps on briskly pounding into the stunning ass in front of him as his rod slides in deep, almost going in balls deep as he dishes out the steady but forceful thrusts, unfazed by the needy, almost slutty way she's rocking back against him. 

"Not gonna lie... Mmmm! This is one hot fucking ass..." He grunts as he gazes down at those perfectly smooth, tanned, and rounded cheeks that his cock is pumping in and out off with erotic easy, and not just from the lube that's been used - it's obvious she's no stranger to taking up the ass, and she can take even more of his size from the looks of it as she continues to push back against his thrusts while he drives right forward into her juicy booty.

"MMMM! Awwww FUCK baby!!" Sky groans as she gazes back at him. "Mmmmm! Pull out stud... I want to ride that fucking cock with my ass!" She almost demands more than asks, her eyes full of lust once again as she stops her rocking motion.

"Sounds like... Mmmm... A good enough plan to me..." Marasciulo handsomely jokes around about how much she wants this, easing his dick out of her before he lays down on the floor of the Knockout's changing room. He makes the quick move to grab the bottle of lube once again, pouring some out onto his cock for good measure seeing how lust-driven she's being.

"Good enough??" Velvet narrows her eyes seductively as she mounts him, getting into a squatting position and using a hand underneath herself so she can guide his manhood back into her ass with a groan. "Ahhh!! You're really gonna get it now, you fucking asshole!" She almost growls in desire, but pissed off at his cocky attitude and turned on by it at the same time.

"Funny... Ahhhh... Feels like I'm fucking your asshole..." Greg grins with a moan as he watches her sink down onto his rod before she leans back with her arms down behind her to rest on the floor, giving him a perfect view of both his dick being in her backside and her very wet looking pussy on display as she faces him.

"Mmmm!! Ahhhhh! You fucking love this!!" The curvacious stunner hailing from The Big Apple says with a groan as she starts to fuck herself on his big dick, lifting her ass smoothly up and down onto him in order to take him deep within her still snug asshole, causing her to moan as her tits, still contained within her tight black top, bounce in time with her bouncing motion as she rides his shaft with her gorgeous ass. 

"MMMM!! Oh fuck!! Mmmm... Love that big dick in my ass..." She groans, tilting her two-toned haired head back for a moment as she quickly builds up the rhythm and rocks up and down on his tool, taking him deep into her back passage while she licks her pouty lips, further showing off her intense desire and how much she's getting off on taking it up her thick backside like this.

"Mmmm... Never said I wasn't enjoying it babe..." The Mount Sinai, New York-born stud says as he rests his head against his hands, laying back and enjoying both the show and the feeling of her tight and sexy ass all around his manhood as she swiftly raises and lowers herself onto his tool with perfect timing, another sure sign that she's experienced to say the least in some anal action. 

"Ahhhh! Who would love... Mmmm... Watching a chick go wild..." He says with a smirk and a moan as he watches her tanned and gorgeously curved body ride his thick and long cock, seeing his pole vanish up into her rump when she drops down and seeing it reappear when she quickly lifts herself up just to repeat the motion that makes them groan out in complete pleasure even from how snug her ass still is.

"MMMM! Fuck! Ahhhh... So fucking good! MMMM!!" The former TNA Knockouts Champion gasps as she bounces away onto him so much that her stylish hair is shaking and her big tits look about ready to burst out of the straining top she still has on, but she's too caught up in her own lust to care as she keeps taking the cock of the handsome and desirable hunk underneath her straight up into her tight asshole. Now she's moving a hand around, going onto her wet pussy and starting to rub herself, making her moan out loudly at her own stimulation but at the same time continuing to move herself swiftly up and down over and over again onto his manhood with swift and forceful motions. 

"Oooooh FUCK! MMMM!! Ahhhhh!! Deep in my ass..." She groans without shame, sweat beginning to form across her tanned and sexily curvy frame as she continues to go wild on his huge length, taking him up deep to really fill up her back passage more than most red blooded women would be able to handle, and yet for her perverted desires it's still not enough as she keeps on riding him now as she rubs her own pussy with her hand.

"Ahhhh... Mmmmm yeah... Shit, you not had any... MMMM! For a while?" The former WWE Superstar still appears stunned, but pleasantly so, by how lust-driven the beautiful female wrestler is as she bounces swiftly on his dick to take him right up into her thick and sexy ass, her cheeks now touching his thighs when she drops down to fill herself up with all of his nicely thick inches. 

"Mmmm... Or you one of these... AHHHH! High standards chicks or something?" He's still able to handsomely joke about as he groans from the pleasure he's getting of her still tight back passage being all around his rod as she slides up and down on him with the kind of pace that even a seasoned porn starlet would struggle to keep up for this long. However she's so in the zone, craving this big dick to pound her stunning butt, that she keeps on riding him even as her top is ripping along the front from the strain of her large, bouncing breasts and her hair starting to stick to her pretty facial features.

"AHHHH! Ooooooh! MMMM!! I get plenty from... Uhhhhh! My man!" She manages to say between loud moans as she keeps her now sticky fingers brushing back and forth across her soaking wet snatch, keeping herself up and squatting on him with the one hand reaching back so she can continue to drive herself up and down on his thick manhood and stuff her gorgeous ass full of his man meat. 

"MMMM!! I just love... AHHHH!! Some big... FUCKING... Cock!! MMMM!!" She groans again with closed eyes as she keeps on bouncing her booty onto the rock rammed deep up between her tanned and perfectly rounded cheeks, showing her ass was made to take some dick, especially one as long as his as she continues to show her almost primal desire as she grunts and moans, lifting and lowering herself right onto his tool to fuck her ass on his shaft.

"Damn... Mmmm! Hope your boyfriend or whatever... AHHH! Doesn't mind I've getting a piece of you..." Marasciulo says but the grin on his face shows he doesn't exactly care either way.

"MMMM!! Ahhhh... Don't worry stud..." Sky says with a groan as she eases herself up and off from his dick. "I've had plenty of fun before when he was out injured... He's very... Understanding..." She says with a lusty grin, using her hands to rip off her top from her body, freeing her large breasts that bounce sexily now free from their tight restraints.

"To keep tapping that ass? I bet he is..." Greg smirks before he moves up and catches her by surprise, scooping her off her feet and down to the floor so she's resting with her shoulders and neck down on the floor but her ass up off it.

"Enough talk! Fuck my ass you fucker!!" Velvet demands with a glare, bringing her legs down close to her body as she hooks them, in the process spreading her legs to offer up her now slightly gaping asshole to him. "Fucking pound me like a slut!! I fucking need my big, sexy ass stuffed! NOW!!"

"You didn't say please... But alright..." The grinning former Trent Barreta in the WWE moves to stand over her, placing his hands on her thighs to keep her in place as she holds the piledriver-like position, allowing him to push his dick back into her asshole and once deep inside her, he proceeds to start hammering into her, making her moan out loudly as she tilts her two-toned haired head back. 




Consolation Prize Velvet Sky Style



"MMMM!! Ahhhhh fuck yeah!! MMMM!! I'll fucking stuff your ass!!" He grunts as he plunges his shaft right down into her still nicely snug but far from as tight as she was when this started butt, rocking his hips sharply back and forth to drive his manhood right down into her, the sound of skin slapping against tanned and sweat-coated skin ringing out around the Knockout's locker room they're fucking in as he bangs her booty like it, and she, deserves to be.

"AHHHH! YES!! Mmmm!! Fuck fuck FUCK!! MMMM!!" Gasps and groans escape the stunning TNA Knockout as she takes the anal pounding she practically begged for, and it's rendering her unable to do anything but just remain down and take it, clutching onto her legs to hold them close to her large tits that are bouncing already from her body jolting back with each thrust she takes into her thick backside. 

"MMMM!! Yes! Ahhhh!! OOOOOOH FUCK!! Mmmmm!!" She moans loudly but without shame, her mouth hanging open with her tongue nearly falling out, so lost in the pleasure she's getting from having her stunning ass being fucked hard and fast by this handsome, desirable man she's only just met minutes ago and who is now balls deep inside her ass with his long, thick cock.

"Mmmm! AHHHH!! Yeah... I'll give you... MMMM!! What you want babe..." The former member of The Dude Busters tag team says as sweat beings to drip off his rugged facial features from the effort he's putting into ramming his dick deep in and out of the asshole of the curvacious female wrestler underneath him. His balls are smacking into her skin every time he plunges down to stuff her back passage full of his man meat but his grip on her prevents her from moving anywhere, so he's got a clear path to push right down into her booty before pulling up to the half way mark to repeat the motion. 

"MMMM!! Ahhhhh SHIT!! Mmmmm!! You must really... Ahhhh! Love anal, huh?" He manages to grin as he moans, moving one of his hands across to push a couple of fingers into her dripping wet snatch, showing off his own sexual skill as he times his pumping motion of his digits with the thrusts into her ass, so he's double penetrating her in both her lower holes at the same time and never missing a beat with either action.

"AHHHHH FUCK!! YESSS!! I fucking... MMMM!! Love getting FUCKED IN THE ASS MMMM!!" The former holder of the TNA Knockouts titles in the singles and tag team ranks almost screams out as she glares back with pure lust, moaning again and again as she takes a finger banging in her pussy along with the deep and hard thrusts right down into her back passage, her rock hard nipples of her large tits grinding against her own legs as she clutches them close to stay in the piledriver position. 

"MMMM!! I'm so... AHHHH!! Fucking easy... MMMM!! I just have to get FUCKED by big cocks in my ass!!" She moans again without shame, looking more like a dirty, cock-craving, anal-loving whore than the gorgeous female wrestler she is, sweating hard as her stylish hair sticks to her face and her boobs continuing to bounce as her body jolts back against the floor with every swift thrust into her booty that she's made to take.

"AHHH!! Mmmmm... You said it... MMMM!! Not me..." The stud who failed to win the Ultimate X Match earlier tonight sure looks like a winner her as he keeps on driving his dick right down into the lustful Knockout's one-of-a-kind ass, going balls deep every time he pumps into her with swift, forceful pumps and all the while keeping his fingers moving rapidly in and out of her snatch while he does so. 

"All I know is... AHHHH! Mmmm... Is that damn... Ahhhh! This is a fine ass..." He manages to groan out as he delivers pump after deep, quick, and hard pump right into her back passage that's still nicely tight around his manhood despite the repeated pounding he's been dishing out to her as she lays back and takes it along with his expert fingering of her soaking wet snatch as his digits do in to the knuckles.

"AHHHH!! AWWWWW FUCK!! MMMMM!! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!!" A sudden rise in pitch of her moans, and her eyes looking like they are rolling into the back of her head, and the double assault on both of her lower holes finally becomes to much to handle as Velvet Sky starts to cum all over the fingers of Greg Marasciulo while he hammers away into her ass at the same time. She pants for breath as her juices flow out all over his fingers to further soak them, the fluids now dripping off his hand and down onto her tanned body that still jolts roughly every time she takes a thrust balls deep into her butt. 

"AHHHH! MMMM!! Awwwwww fuck!! Ahhhh!! MMMM!!" She doesn't even last all the way through her orgasm before she has to let go off her legs, just slumping back to the floor as her hips move against his pumping hand as he keeps on fingering her while he fucks her ass at the same time, her legs hanging limp and up in the air as the only thing still keeping her in the piledriver-like position is his own grip on her.

"AHHHHH!! FUCK!! Mmmm!! AHHHH!!" The former WWE Superstar has to fight to stay in control, his cock starting to throb inside her back passage as he continues to pound right down into her sexy ass with every last bit off energy he's got left, only pulling his fingers out of her dripping snatch when she finally starts to come down from her sexual peak. 

"MMMM!! Oh shit! MMMM!! Gonna bust soon babe..." He manages to hiss out, withdrawing his cock from her well fucked and now left gaping asshole, setting her lower body down on the locker room floor as he now moves around so he can knee down by her two-toned haired head, gripping his shaft as be begins to furiously stroke himself off, aiming right down at her face as he does so.

The gorgeously curved TNA Knockout hadn't even opened her eyes let alone recovered from her orgasm, so she could only gasp and groan when she felt the first thick load land on her face as Greg Marasciulo starts to blow his load, sending streams of spunk across the stunning facial features of Velet Sky. Pressing her pouty lips together, she just lets him get his as his jizz splashes all across her cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips, with some landing onto her stylish hair that's been sticking to her face from how much she'd sweat from getting fucked hard in the ass. 

When he finally milks himself dry of the final drops, he's able to step back and stand up to admire his work as she lays flat on her back, covered head to toe in sweat and now with her face plastered with so much cum it would look more likely that three men or so had just finished on her rather than the one, grinning hunk.

"Damn... When they say it's Total Nonstop Action... They weren't kidding..." Marasciulo says as his chest heaves as he catches some much needed breath after that intense fucking session.

"Mmmm... Damn right..." Sky says with a moan, wiping spunk from away from near her eyes so she can gaze up at him. "We Knockouts do it better... But none of them "let loose" quite like me..." She adds with a sexy smirk.

"Since I might not be around again here... I'll take your word for it... But are you just gonna lay there all night or what?" He asks with a smile of his own.

"Well... That depends on if you want to go a second round..." Velvet says as she manages to sit up. "And if you mind sharing with my man... Because as good as you were? I don't think you could hang with my Chris..." 

"That a challenge babe? Bring it on!" Greg says, folding his arms across his chest. "Besides, sharing a hot chick with another dude? That's nothing for me..."

"Good..." She says with a grin, impressively getting back to her feet by herself. "Because this time? We're gonna need a whole lot more lube for what I want..."

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Consolation Surprise Pt. 01



I had just moved into my new condo in the middle of a local trendy urban village, mostly for the conveniences. There were numerous restaurants, microbreweries and shopping all within walking, or stumbling distance if the entertainment went later into the night. While it was a thoroughly modern facility, two large bedrooms, a master bath that had to be nine hundred square feet alone, with a jacuzzi tub the size of a small pool, all top of the line stainless steel appliances and surround sound throughout, it had that cold feeling about it. I mean, it was bare bones with a couch and chair in the living room, a queen bed in the master bedroom, and a couple of bar stools for eating at the kitchen island counter.

But as far as entertaining others, 'when the moment is right' as the popular commercial states, I'd like to bring them to a comfortable place. As luck would have it, my very good and long-time friend Scott was married to a very successful, and much in demand interior decorator, Ms Denise Davidson.

Denny, as she liked to be called, was an attractive, slender but energetic woman with a quick mind and wit, and self-deprecating humor to match. At parties, when introduced, more often than not she would say she married Scott, a successful financial planner in his own right, because her initials would be double D, which is the only time anyone would associate those letters with her. Of course, after that comment everyone would look down at her 32B breasts and get the joke.

So it was at one of these parties where I told Denny I needed to enlist her help in getting my condo a little more user friendly.

"Oh, absolutely yes! I was going to say something to you about it," she responded. Then she went on, "Pick a weekend in the very near future, for heaven's sake, so I can get a feel for what we want to do. I know you travel a lot, but if we can do a Friday afternoon thru Saturday afternoon, I'll have a good idea which direction we should go."

"Uh, did you just say 'Friday THRU Saturday," I asked.

"Yes silly," Denny replied. "I'll have to spend the night."

"Huh? Wait, does Scott know about this? You routinely go off and spend the night with clients?" Then I realized how that just came out. "Sorry Denny, that sounded much cruder than what I meant..."

"That's funny, but no. Usually I'll spend the day with my clients, DAYS only," she said with emphasis. 

"Actually, three days in a row to get a sense of their particular style, which I read through their actions. Almost all are women, although I do have male clients. So you're not my first," she said with a quick wink and broad smile.

She continued, "But because of your schedule, I'll need to spend the twenty-four or so hours with you in a more compressed timeframe. Got it?"

"As long as all concerned are okay with the arrangements," I added, even though I knew Scott trusted both of us implicitly.

"I could use a day or so away from the kids, Scottie can handle it," Denny said matter of factly.

So it was the following late-October Friday when Denny was scheduled to spend the night. I'd been home since a little after noontime; Denny showed up in smart looking seasonal outdoorsy attire, which was prescient. On Friday evenings I like to attend the local high school football games because I like to get out in the crisp fall air and have a hot chocolate or two. And do a little MILF shopping, to be honest. Mostly I look, but there have been times where relationships have been explored further. However, tonight I'd be on my best behavior since Denny would be accompanying me.

Denny also came carrying a garment bag, as well as a smaller tote full of clothes. I told her to please place them in the master bedroom, anywhere she was most comfortable with, since I'd be sleeping on the couch during her stay.

With that she laid out the ground rules, "Act and do things as you normally would. Try and pretend I'm not here, don't change a thing just because I am."

"Well, I could come across rude if I pretended you weren't here, and I'm not going to ignore you. So we'll talk, normally, like adults do. But we'll go ahead and do the things I had already planned to. With that said, we're going down to the high school to watch a game, I'm glad you dressed appropriately," I commented.

I also said, "As far as tomorrow, I typically get up at six a.m., have a light breakfast, and walk the mall in downtown DC. I'm usually on the Metro by seven-thirty, get off at Arlington and walk across the bridge, all the way up to the Capitol, and back on the Metro at Union Station."

Denny nodded in agreement.

"Once back home, depending on the time, I'll either do lunch and then grocery shopping, or shop first, then lunch. But we can decide then," I said.

"Sounds like a plan," she said. "I'm ready whenever you are."

Once seated at the game, both with our warm cocoa, Denny and I discussed how much we enjoyed watching the young players, who did it for the love of the game before the better ones became jaded with the competitive recruiting and gamesmanship process. Sometime late in the second half, Denny moved closer, touching her body to mine, hugging my right arm tightly, saying the air had gotten much chillier.

I love this time of year.

Back at the condo at eleven-thirty or so that night, I grabbed some spare sheets from the linen closet for my stay on the couch. Denny protested removing me from my normal accommodations, but I let her know the gentlemanly qualities in me dictated the female guest be the most comfortable.

As sleep approached I tried to fight away any thoughts of having my face buried between Denny's strong, but slender thighs, or having those long legs wrapped around me, for that matter. Other than a family member, I've never had a female guest who wasn't getting my undivided attention, and then some, during her stay. She's my best friends wife, I kept repeating to myself...

Saturday was uneventful as we both walked the quiet mall area with our headphones on. Denny was wearing a very nice, form-fitting goretex training outfit that made me proud to be seen with her. We came home for an early lunch, and proceeded to get groceries. By early after, we were back at the condo where I had my face buried in the computer in advance of the next week's conference.

Denny had changed back into street clothes, thank goodness, but honestly she looked fabulous in anything she wore. Those jeans, while not painted on, accentuated her ass perfectly. Or was it an accentuation of a perfect ass? As I was working Denny was slowly walking from room to room, taking notes on her Blackberry, pausing, looking around, and entering more notes before moving on to the next area.

Real or imagined, I could feel a sexual tension building within the residence. An intelligent, attractive woman had been in my house for over twenty four hours! I tried turning up the volume on the big screen, while tapping the laptop's keys. Finally, I couldn't stop myself, I peered down the hall and saw Denny standing just inside the doorway to the master bedroom. Her left hand, holding the Blackberry, was down at her side, right hip cocked outward, and her right hand on that hip. 

She was looking up and down as well as side to side, seemingly deep in thought. Then she made that move that always slays me sexually, and perhaps she did it unknowingly, but she straightened and brought her hand up to her mouth and lightly bit her index finger. 

I needed a very long, and very cold shower.

Just then Denny turned her head back in my direction, and holding her hand just below her mouth, asked, "Can you come here for a sec?"

I slowly rose, hoping my cock would quickly deflate from it's obvious aroused state, and moved down the hall towards her. Denny took about two steps further into the room to allow me in.

Looking at me, she asked, "Do you really like this color?"

Clearing the cobwebs and not really understanding the question, I replied, "I'm sorry, what did you just ask me?"

"The paint, silly. Do you have to have this color, or can it be changed?"

"Well, it's what came with the place, but no, it doesn't have to stay this color if you have a better idea," I replied.

With that, Denny turned to leave the room, and in so doing brushed her body, from her shoulders, down through her small, but firm breasts, and down to her hips against my front.

"I have several, BETTER ideas," she said, emphasizing the word before continuing down the hall towards the front of the condo.

I stood there dazed for a few seconds before returning to my computer. Denny was in the kitchen area, taking notes, before disappearing back towards the master bedroom. I have no idea what was on the laptop screen, my mind was racing. 

Best friend's wife, cold shower was all I could think about.

Five minutes later Denny announces her presence by saying, "My work's complete, at least for this phase."

She lays her garment bag, tote and purse on the chair before returning to me and saying, "Okay, business time. To do this right won't be cheap. Do you plan on staying here?"

"Yeah, I like the area and all the conveniences. Don't have plans to go anywhere else. But if I did at some point, I'm guessing there's value added?"

"Oh, definitely. Very marketable," she said with a huge smile.

I then asked, "So what do you need to work your magic?"

"Twenty-five big ones," she replied, "but I may go over that a little. I'm not sure. Is that okay?"

Saying nothing, I retrieved my checkbook and stroked her number down. Handing the check to her, I asked, "Will this get you started?"

"Yep, that and a key," she happily replied. "Scottie says you're out of town this week, coming back Friday afternoon, right?"

"Yes, that's all true. Do you have my flight info?" I jokingly asked with a grin while reaching into a drawer for a spare key.

Denny placed the key in her purse and began picking up her clothes when I reachingly said, "Here, let me help you with those."

"Nope, got it all, and the car is just downstairs in a guest spot," she said as she now stood directly in front of me.

Holding the bags in both hands, Denny then stood on her toes and quickly, but lightly, brushed her lips across mine. Not expecting such a move I'm frozen in place as I'm certain I feel the tip of her tongue dart across my lips before she's quickly back squarely on her feet.

Looking up at me with sparkling eyes she says, "When you christen this place after I'm done, make sure she's worthy."

With that she turned and made her way towards the door. I break out of my stupor and move to open it as she looks back at me over her shoulder with what I swear is a smoldering smile.

"Thanks for letting me spend some time with you," Denny softly said.

"It was totally my pleasure," I told her, "really, thank you. For all you're about to do," I add.

"Save that for when I'm done," she said looking back into the condo. "You can thank me then, if you're pleased with the results."

With that she was out the door, in the hall and pressing the elevator button, all the while smiling back at me. I closed the door as soon as her face disappeared behind the elevator door and started stripping off my clothes as I walked towards the bedroom.

Hopping on the bed, I roll over and retrieve the lube from the nightstand drawer, and start slowly stroking my now-stiffened cock. Fighting the urge to jack to a quick orgasm, I close my eyes and "see" Denny's perfectly shaped ass in those jeans, imagine seeing her small tight pantied globes sticking out and up high, as I slide her jeans down across her hips. Then I relive her body brushing up against me, and her lips softly touching mine. As my hand glides up and down my shaft a little more urgently, I imagine it's her warm, wet pussy gripping my cock and drawing the fluids from my balls.

One last "glimpse" of Denny's ass and "the feel" of her small, hard breasts against my chest as her lips touch mine, and my back and shoulders arch firmly into the bed as the first of at least seven large, but slowly diminishing spurts erupt from the head of my cock, landing on my chest and stomach, while also pooling in white puddles on my hand and around the base of my cock.

My cock doesn't lose it's firmness, but is too sensitive at this point to keep stroking. As I see Denny's smile in my mind, I think "Sorry Scott, I know she's your wife." 

What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.



Consolation Surprise Pt. 02



Thanks to all who commented on the previous submission, especially those who made constructive suggestions, both publicly and privately.

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When I arrived home I was joyfully overwhelmed by the new look Denny had given the condo. There were tastefully lit pictures of various scenes hung on the foyer walls. In the kitchen area there was a small breakfast table which seated three. Gone were the wooden barstools, replaced with leather and wrought iron stools which fashionably complemented the kitchen island.

Moving into the living area I saw a large leather couch, recliner and two other comfortable looking chairs, all arranged to look at a large flatscreen TV, with two smaller monitors on each side. With the sports memorabilia on the walls, I deduced the idea was to enjoy a televised game, while monitoring two others. That was a lot of action to take in at once! I was duly impressed with how Denny had gotten in my head and transferred that to my living space.

Moving towards the bedrooms, I noticed my queen bed had been moved into the spare bedroom, and the decor had a decidedly feminine look and feel to it. Okay. The master bedroom had been completely redone; the paint scheme was, what I later learned, 'Newman Blue', supposedly the color of the actor's eyes. Pleasant enough. The queen bed was replaced with a king size bed, new nightstands and dressers, and a high-back chair in the corner. If Denny had been standing next to me at the time, she would have heard me utter, "I love it."

As a matter of fact, it all looked so good I didn't want to spoil the effect by undressing and emptying my suitcase. Denny did good. Real good. Her work would always remind me she was here, as well as the brief physical memories of her touching me. I could settle.

But first, I had to call her to let her know how pleased I was. When she picked up her cell, I jokingly said, "Hi honey, I'm finally home and got your message."

Recognizing my voice, she laughingly said, "Oh, you're so silly! Can I assume you like it?"

"You assume incorrectly," pausing before finishing, "I love it. Truly and absolutely. You really got into my head."

More than you think, I wanted to add, but decorum dictated I not.

"Great!" Denny replied, before saying, "Scottie, you and I are going out tomorrow night. We'll swing by and pick you up, we can talk more about it then. But now I gotta run. Busy. See you then. Love ya."

Click.

I held the phone away from myself and stared at it. Going out tomorrow? Did I have any say? Knowing Denny, neither Scott or I did. 

Then I remembered Denny's words to me after she'd spent the night, "When you christen this place after I'm done, make sure she's worthy."

Little did I know, those words would come back to haunt me.

Soon after my condo makeover, I was assigned to a special project at an off-site corporate office. It had a six month timetable, with monthly progress reports the first four, an options/recommendations presentation after the fifth month, and a final report at the end. I was to be paired with a corporate program analyst, and this was to be a team effort. Any disagreements, which were a normal part of the process, had to be resolved between us before the presentation.

The preceding Friday I went to the site to scope out where I'd be working. 

Being an early riser for as long as I can remember, I was in the office a little before 7 a.m. It took about an hour to get settled and logged in, and promptly at 8 a.m. my "partner" walked in.

She introduced herself as Catherine, but insisted I call her Katie because if I addressed her by her formal name, I'd likely get a silent response. Ohhhh-kaaaay...

Despite her curt greeting, I did notice 'Katie' was quite an attractive woman, probably mid- to late-twenties. Standing about five-seven in medium heels, she wore her obviously longer dark blonde hair up quite nicely. On this particular day she wore a smartly-tailored dark blue pantsuit, and white blouse nicely accentuated with a thin dark blue ribboned pendant through the collar. When she removed her jacket to hang it, peering up from my monitor I surmised her breasts were in the 34C range. Nice.

Our desks didn't exactly face each other's, but they were set up in such a way, at angles, that we could easily converse without any physical discomfort.

Trying to thaw the frosty atmosphere, I said, "Katie? Because I arrived earlier, I just grabbed this desk. If it would be more ideal for you, I'll gladly swap places."

Looking up at me from the box she was unloading on her desktop, then around the room, Katie softly replied, "No, but thank you. This one will do just fine. But I do appreciate the thought," she spoke, trying to sound sincere.

I tried to return to what I was doing, but noticed, among the papers and folders she was moving from the box to her desktop, removed and set down a picture of a young girl, I'm guessing maybe around age six?

"Pretty girl," I politely said while pointing with a pen at the picture frame, "Your daughter?"

Katie seemed to stiffen just a little and drew in a sharp breath before noticeably relaxing. As I straightened up, ready for the impending barrage, Katie smiled and said, "Yes, Meghan, my daughter. This picture is a couple of years old."

"Lovely girl," I said, "She looks like her mother."

Katie stiffened again, and trying to avert the next war, I quickly said, "Just so you know, that wasn't a come on line, or me trying to be flirty."

Katie exhaled and some normal color started to return to her face.

I continued, "I was just acknowledging a natural fact, no more, no less. She strongly resembles her mother. Meghan, you said?"

Katie nods in agreement.

"Well, Meghan should be very happy and proud she looks like her mother. As happy and proud as I'm sure her mother is of her."

Seeing her relax a little more, I looked for an obvious out. Standing up, I said, "I'm getting myself some coffee, can I get you a cup as well?"

Relaxing, and then with a soft, faint smile said, "That would be nice, yes. And, thank you."

"Not a problem at all, how do you take it?"

Katie pulled a small container of powdered creamer from the box and held it up.

"Got it," I said and began walking towards the kitchenette, hoping things would be a little more mellow once I returned. I took my time before heading back.

Katie was sitting at her desk when I returned, looked up and said, "Thank you," as I handed her the cup, and then sat at my desk.

Moments of silence passed, other than the tap of a keyboard and shuffling of papers, before Katie turned her chair in my direction and said, "Sorry to interrupt, got a minute?"

"Sure, too early to dive too deep into this project anyways. What's up?"

Katie leans forward, placing her hands on her desk, and begins, "Sorry if I seemed a little irritated earlier. Been a busy morning, getting my daughter ready for school, then the traffic getting here. And while this is a new project, I've worked with two other, umm, gentlemen, separately, in the last six months. Both were arrogant, wanted me to fetch their coffee like a good office girl, and thought I should be their personal play toy."

She was on a roll, so I sat back in my chair and let her continue.

"We obviously don't know each other," Katie stated, "But in the hour we've been in this room, you don't seem to be cut from the same cloth as them. Look, we're both good at what we do, or we wouldn't be here. All I want is to be respected as a person, and for my work. This is supposed to be a working relationship, and I want to successfully contribute as much as I'm guessing you do. No more, no less. I don't want to be treated special, nor do I want to feel diminished or degraded. Is that okay with you?"

I sat there looking at her for a moment, and only spoke when she raised a questioning eyebrow at my nonresponse, "Gee, I didn't think you'd ever speak to me today," I jokingly said.

"Seriously," I continued, while straightening up in my chair, "I agree with everything you said, except the lecherous old men stuff. We're a team, neither could complete this without the other. I want to finish on or ahead of schedule, produce a good product, and I don't care who gets credit for what, as long as it's done right."

"And," I added, "someone thought we'd do well together or we wouldn't be here. So, where do you want to start?"

The air having been cleared and ground rules established, we went about breaking the requirements down into phases and assigned one or the other various tasks that we'd merge once completed. Over the next few weeks we worked like a well-oiled, professional machine, and got along wonderfully.

After our first, and very successful meeting with the higher-ups, we agreed to have lunch together, out of the office environment, for the first time. We spoke in generalities about each other's lives, not knowing each other well enough at this point to get into any detail, sordid or otherwise.

However, when the subject of her daughter, Meghan, arose, Katie's eyes lit up and she spoke proudly and effusively of the young girl. You knew from her words and body language she loved her daughter very much, and would do anything for her.

Several weeks later, as we were wrapping things up on a Friday afternoon, out of the blue, and somewhat shockingly, Katie asked if I had any plans for the night and weekend?

"No real plans, other than decompress from the week. How about you," I asked, feigning mild interest.

"Home alone, as it were," she said, "Meghan is with her grandparents, my folks, the entire weekend. They're taking her to Hershey Park, and will drop her off at school Monday."

"Kids have all the fun," I said out loud while straightening my desktop.

"Would you like to go out for dinner," Katie asks?

Shocked at such a suggestion given our conversation the first day, I stop what I'm doing and look up at her. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"It's just dinner. I'm starving, and I've had it with the drive-thru fare." 

Waiting for a response that doesn't come, she then says, "Look, I'm going to eat with or without you. I'm not asking you to buy me dinner, just for a little conversation over a meal. I think you may lead, or have led, an interesting life and want to hear about it. What do you say?"

"Okay, but I'm paying." Seeing a bit of concern start to wash over her face, I quickly move to diffuse any 'bad' thoughts she may be having by saying, "No strings, It's just the gentlemanly thing to do. And with that, you get to choose the venue. But go easy, I'm not eating or paying for anything I can't pronounce without a Rosetta Stone program."

"No drive-thru's," Katie says, shaking her finger at me as she turns to leave.

"No drive-thru's," I reply as I follow her out of the building.

We mutually agreed to a cozy Italian place with a reputation for good food. The relaxed atmosphere and wine had us talking freely about the more personal things in our lives. Turns out Katie got pregnant while still in high school, which made her change any college plans. Meghan's father was pretty much nonexistent in their lives, so Katie worked at various low-level jobs, going to college at night and on weekends while her parents babysat. It took a little longer than originally planned, but Katie finally graduated with a degree in analytics, and worked her way up from the initial entry-level job to where she is today.

She said her devotion to Meghan's well-being left little time for personal relationships, and because of a couple of bad decisions she made with different men, she was hesitant to let anyone near her daughter. 

All that was told during a very nice dinner, over more than a couple of hours, and two bottles of wine. Neither of us were feeling any pain, but I think we mostly had our wits about us. Having paid for the meal, I assisted Katie from her seat and then noticed she kept holding my hand as we walked outside, into the night air.

Once on the sidewalk, still holding my hand in hers, Katie turned to me and said, "Take me home, please."

"Sure, where do you live?" I asked.

Moving closer, she replied, "No, take me to your home." Squeezing my hand more firmly, she moves even closer until her cheek was softly brushing against mine, and softly, but urgently whispered, "Please!"

We walked to my car, where I assisted her into the passenger seat. Taking a deep breath of cool night air, I walk around the front and slide into the driver's seat.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, turning to Katie. "We're a pretty good team, this might change our working relationship."

"Yes," she replies, "we are a good team. I want to take this up a notch, I think we'll be a good match in other ways."

"Katie. Catherine," I say with emphasis, trying to make her see the seriousness of what she's proposing. "Are you sure this isn't the wine influencing your notable decision making skills?"

Turning towards me and placing her warm left hand on my right thigh, she says, "I have other skills that are notable, that I'd like to demonstrate... at your place. Please, don't make me ask again."

I verified the car manufacturer's claim of zero to sixty as we sped towards the condo. Once inside, she turned and started to slip off her coat so I stepped behind her and caught it as it fell from her shoulders. All the time she's looking around, and walking into the main area as I hang her coat and my jacket.

"You didn't do this yourself," she stated, looking directly at me. "Do you live with someone?"

As she turned and slowly started walking throughout the open space, I replied, "I hired a professional to do this. The wife of a good friend."

"Uh, huh," came her response, "She must really like you. You said she was a good friend," she asked, while still gazing about before looking back to me.

"The wife of a good friend. She does this for a living. Well, more of a hobby. They live comfortably on Scott's salary. Hell, Bangladesh would be comfortable with Scott's salary."

I heard Katie make an "mmmmm" sound, as she started walking down the hallway, stopping to peer in the rooms along the way.

Becoming a bit irritated with the tone and direction the conversation seemed to be heading, I quickly closed the space between us, lightly placed my hands on her shoulders, and started moving them up and down her arms, to the elbow and back.

Putting my mouth to the back of her ear, I whispered with a heavy breath that sent a tingle down her neck, "Did we really come here to talk about some decorator?" I purposely used the word 'some' as a way of removing Denny from the conversation. 

It illicited the desired response as she quickly turned, and with a desire in her eyes I hadn't seen to this point, Katie sensuously spoke, "You're right, that's not why we're here. (pause) I love your choice of words, however."

Thinking she was referring to the emphasis I placed on 'some', I wasn't sure where she was heading with this, and the puzzled look on my face must have given me away. 

"You said 'did we really come here'," Katie softly said, "I'm hoping we do. Come here. All night. I need to come so badly. Please, help me come."

With that she grabbed my hand and practically pulled me into the bedroom, stopping as we encountered footboard. Her hands quickly, and deftly unbuttoned my shirt. Once opened, she smoothly ran her hands up and down my chest, before going lower and started to attack my belt.

Before she can complete the task, I gently held her shoulders and quickly spun her so that she's looking away from me. I again run my hands up and down her arms before moving to her dress's zipper and slowly began sliding it down as far as it will go. I loosen the sleeves and slide them down her shoulders as she catches the dress from falling further past her stomach.

I gently unfasten her bra, moving my hands up to her shoulders where the straps had been and softly, but firmly message the reddened area. The bra now lays on top of her gathered dress where she's holding it just above the panty line. I reach around and cup her warm, soft breasts in each hand, gently kneading them outward until I reach the tips and lightly pinch her nipples.

Katie's head is tilted back, resting on my collarbone and neck, her eyes closed as she softly purrs in response to my actions. I can smell her perfume and the sweet fragrance of her hair, creating an intoxicating mixture that, combined with the warmth of her firm breasts, is causing a stirring sensation in my crotch.

Abruptly, Katie straightens up and turns, letting the dress fall from her hands to the floor. Her white lace French-cut panties accentuate her trim thighs and slender legs as she steps out of her heels. Her rose-colored nipples are pointing out, begging for attention as I reach for them.

She stops me and says, "I need to freshen up."

The proverbial air is let out of the balloon as I stand there and think to myself, 'Now?'

Katie walks past me, into the master bath, and closes the door. For a minute, I'm dumbfounded until I remember seeing her pantied covered ass as she went by. Recalling how she said she ran when she gets the chance, I now 'see' the high, taut ass that any man would get on his knees and worship. Shaking the cobwebs, I hustle down to the main bath where I quickly freshen up as well.

Walking back into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, I see Katie is already in bed, sitting up against the headboard, and under the covers. Her hair is now down from it's usual pinned arrangement, and soft curls lay on her shoulders.

"Smart man," she dryly says, "now I can enjoy all of your body as well."

The 'as well' let's me know she wants me to 'enjoy' all of hers, and I have every intention of NOT letting her down.

Dropping the towel and climbing under the covers, I'm welcomed with an, "Mmmm, nice. This is going to be fun."

I'm barely in the bed when Katie rolls over and aggressively 'attacks' me, laying her body on me as her lips passionately meet mine. Our tongues dance against one another, and in each other's mouth, as I feel her warm breasts pressed into my chest, and the heat radiating from her center over my now stiffening cock. She begins to slowly, but firmly, slide her pelvis up and down the cock pressed against our pubic areas. While she doesn't feel as if she's completely shaved, I do feel a lot of smooth skin. I can also feel her wetness making both our bodies more slippery with each torturingly hot pass up and back.

Raising up on the palms of her hands I note the rapid coolness on my chest where her breasts once were, but our pelvises are still warmly mashed together. Katie, a little more strongly and urgently, is still rubbing our bodies uninterruptedly, with the strokes getting noticeably and pleasurably longer. 

Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, I detect a bit of perspiration forming just above her top lip, and a light sheen on the area above her breasts, which are enticingly moving back at forth with her actions as her hair dances around her face. I lift my head and begin lightly kissing at the top of her cleavage, before running my lips and tongue down between her breasts and over to her nipples. Just as I take one in my mouth and alternately suckle and nibble, Katie slides up just enough to where my cock pops free of it's pleasurable captivity, and stops at her opening.

Katie, however, doesn't stop her motions, and I feel her warm wetness envelop the head as she slides back down. The "mmmmm" I moan into her areola is met simultaneously with her "ahhhhh," as she progressively impales herself completely with my rod, her head thrown back as she seems to be drowning in pleasure.

Raising up further, depriving me of her succulent orbs, Katie places her hands on my chest as she alternately rises and falls, then slides back and forth, with an occasional rotation of her hips. The feeling is incredible, and at this point I'm thanking the wine for taking just enough of the edge off so that I'm not already coming.




Consolation Surprise Pt. 02



She then collapses on her elbows as her hair cascades around my head, and I use my hands and legs to remove the covers from our bodies. The coolness is welcoming. Beneath the blonde curtain surrounding us, our lips and tongues meet and devour one another as if starved, with the heat from our breathing almost suffocating us in sensual bliss.

Katie then rises up to an almost-seated position, since she's still moving up and down my spear, and with nostrils flaring, loudly says, "Fuck me! Do it now!"

For the first time I place my hands on her hips as I raise and lower mine, greeting each other's sex in a firm, grinding fashion. I feel her juices seemingly caressing my balls as they run excruciatingly slowly down my scrotum, and dispersing within the linens.

Looking down at me more determinedly, Katie nearly shouts, "Did you hear what I said? I told you to fuck me!"

I immediately began driving my cock into her, my ass now perpetually off the mattress and our bodies making a 'pop, pop' sound as we violently try to become one.

"Better, oh yeah, much better," Katie exhaled as she through her head back and kneaded her breasts, pulling on and twisting the erect nipples.

'Better'? I thought to myself. Oh no, you're going to get my best, and will be feeling it all next week at work! With that, I quickly lifted her off me and placed her on her back as I fluidly moved between her legs while on my knees.

That brought a wide-eyed "Ohhhhhh!," from her as I then grabbed and lifted her ankles, spreading her open. 

Her pussy was bright pink, her hole was still open, almost winking at me, it seemed, and her fluids were smeared around her lips and running down past her soft pink pucker. Sliding my hands to the tops of her thighs, I gripped them and pulled her onto my cock, burying myself in one swift and effortless motion. Katie's wide eyes were staring at me, her mouth partially open, but I swear I didn't hear a thing from her.

A speechless woman? Jackpot!

Just kidding.

Maybe.

I then moved to position myself over her, palms into the mattress with my hands just outside each of her shoulders. I wanted to pause and take in the beauty that laid below me, but she'd told me twice to fuck her, and now I was. Staring at each other, I agonizingly slowly pulled my cock back to her opening, held it there savoring the sensations on the head, including the faint but noticeable pulse of her channel, then drove it home with an audible slap of our sexes meeting, trying to merge into one.

I teasingly repeated this with increased speed until I saw Katie's eyes roll and her head tilt back.

"Oh gaaawwwwddddd, YES! Yes, God, YES!!," she shouted.

I gave her about a dozen or so continuous jackhammer strokes, before slowing it down to long, slow strokes so she could feel my length tease her molten grotto, before returning to a sporadic repetition of driving my cock in and out of her.

"Is this how you like to be fucked?," I demanded. 

Her closed eyes were her only response, so I began to lay it on thick for her. 

"You can't answer, because you've never been fucked like this, have you," I laboriously ask between continuing strokes. 

This brings a smile to Katie's face as she opens her now-twinkling eyes, and urgently says, "Oh God, yes! I'm almost there, don't stop. Don't fucking stop!"

"Oh no," I almost shout down to her as I slow my strokes once more, "You don't get to come. This is my pussy to use how I want."

Katie begins to twist her hips from side to side, and tries to throw them up to meet mine as she mutters, "So close, so fucking close..."

"You want to come," I ask as I start stroking harder.

"Yes, fuck, fuck!," she responds, each word timed with the rise of her hips.

"Here then, take my come! I'm going to come so much, your pussy won't be able to hold it!"

There's a deafening roar in my ears, as if thunder is rolling through my head, and lightning is running through my body, then out the end of my spasming cock. I slam against her, spurt number one fires deep into her. 

Slam, spurt two follows.

I can barely hear Katie shout, "Oh... motherfuck! Fuck!," as she grabs me and pulls me tight onto her.

Her hot glove is pulsating against my cock, and though I'm no longer aggressively moving in and out of her, I can still feel the lessening stream surge periodically up and through my shaft until I have no more to give. It feels as if we're lying in warm, melted and now slimy jello. Our bodies are slippery from our fluids, and as I gingerly roll off Katie I feel as if I've come in contact with a cold, shallow pond. The sheets are soaked from sex and sweat.

We're both trying to catch our breath while lying on our backs, next to one another. Katie has one arm draped over both eyes, and her curls are clinging to her face. I reach for her other hand, and she firmly grasps mine.

"My body is tingling all over, I can't move," she softly says.

"I haven't hurt you, have I," I ask as I start to sit up towards her.

"It'll only hurt if we never do that again," she smiles up at the ceiling. "But not now, not just yet...," her voice tailing off.

I reach down and pull the covers up over us, resigned to sleeping in our liquid lovemaking. Katie is still on her back, arm over her eyes, when I move closer to her warmth and reach up to gently move the hair from her cheeks and forehead. I hear a soft, gentle snore and chuckle to myself as I lay my head down on the pillow and breathe in her fading perfume.

I'm awakened when I thought I heard soft singing, and reach for the clock radio I don't own. Rubbing my head and eyes, I realize Katie is in the shower, sounds like a good place to be, right after I relieve the building pressure in my groin area.

I flush the toilet and step to open the shower door, when I hear, "Hey! I'm trying to shower!"

Opening the door I see her slim, beautiful figure covered in suds from head to toe. "Don't worry," I said while stepping in, "independent hot water heaters for each of the baths and showers. Didn't get cold, did it?"

"No," Katie says, wiping the soap from her eyes and face as I start to lather up.

We stare at each other in the large shower as our hands move the cloths up, down and all around our respective bodies.

Grabbing one of the portable shower heads, I start to gently rinse her off, using the other hand to make sure the soap is removed. 

And because I like running my hands over a woman's body. 

I playfully aim the water spray between her legs, and Katie makes a giggled jump.

"Your turn," I say as I hand her the shower head and turn away from her. 

I feel the warm water wash over my head and down my back as I rub the excess from my eyes and face. Katie has moved closer and I can feel her hardened nipples pressing into my back, closely followed by the warm roundness of her breasts. I then feel the water cascading over my shoulder, as she reaches around my right hip and gently strokes the soap from my now-awakened shaft.

"Still hungry, is he?," I hear her whisper in my ear.

"That's not the only thing that is," I reply, turning and taking the nozzle from her hand, turning off the flow, and hanging it.

I then back her towards the tile bench seat as I begin kissing her forehead, cheeks, ears, lips, neck, and nipples in descending order. I sit her on the bench, kneel down where I spread her legs, then using each fingers on my hand, I delicately spread her lower lips.

Looking at a pussy that a sculpturor would die to capture for the ages, I say, "So beautiful." Then, looking into Katie's eyes I say, "So very beautiful."

I then lean in and kiss the top of her mound and breathe in her womanly fragrance. I'm getting hard as I softly run my tongue up, down, over and around her moist folds. As my tongue dips to her opening, I get a small taste of her liquid essence. Not to be ignored, and just for a fun tease, I lightly run my tongue around and over her rosy crinkle, which certainly got Katie's attention.

But back to the task at hand; a labor of love, really. With my tongue flattened, I slowly dragged it up along her prerinium, dipped into her hole again for more sweet ambrosia, and over her clit, which was just starting to peek out as if to say, 'hey, don't forget the button.' And I hadn't, alternately licking around and then surrounding it with softly sucking lips with an occasional tongue swish. 

Leaving nothing ignored, I also licked and gently pulled on and sucked her labia with my lips, before returning to her velvet tributary for more of her increasingly sweet nectar, delighting in her tender moans and gentle oscillations.

Having lovingly slurped up her liquid love, I teasingly tongue-fucked her pussy, and drew forth more of her honey. While I continued licking and sucking on, in and around her sweet pussy, her moans began to fade as my mind wandered back to last night and how wet Katie seemed throughout our lovemaking. Copious doesn't quite describe the amount of fluids she produced, but I don't believe she was a squirter, at least not like those I'd experienced in the past.

My mind flashed back to the dental hygenist who, as she was leaning over me and providing a view of her amazing and well-tanned, bra-encased breasts, said it appeared I had overactive saliva glands. 'Yeah, you should see what's also overactive, how about a little suction down there?' I thought to myself. Maybe, I'm now thinking, Katie just has highly active vaginal lubrication glands? No problem for me, I could drink from this fountain...

I'm quickly brought back to the here and now as Katie's thighs are starting to apply immense pressure to the sides of my head.

"Oh God, oh God! Suck harder. Yes, right there. Like that, oh my God. Oh fuck! I'm commmmiiiinnnngggg!"

If she's seeing stars, so am I as her hands have my head buried tightly against her waterfall, and her knees try to touch each other between my ears. When she starts to release my head, I quickly stand and pull her up with me, grabbing her so she doesn't slip, while simultaneously reaching for the towel draped over the stall. I then place the semi-folded/wadded towel on the bench, turn Katie so she's facing the bench wall, and bend her over where she places her hands on the towel.

I step between her legs and easily glide into her, eliciting an excited, "Oh my, oh God, yes," and then she looks back at me around her shoulder.

I have her hips in each hand as I gently, but surredly stroke in and out of her soaked pussy. I reach up to grab her shoulders and begin pushing and pulling her into and away from me.

This evokes an, "Oh fuck, oh fuck yes!" from Katie.

I'm starting to feel that familiar boiling in my ball sac, and start to run my hands up and down Katie's back and sides, occasionally catching a little side boob in passing. Then, placing my hands on each of her incredibly firm ass cheeks, I spread, then push and pull each one up and back as my stroking becomes more frantic.

As do her words.

Looking down, seeing her pinkish-brown rose peeking up at me on each backstroke gives me an idea I'd only read about to this point. I take my right index finger and lube it with my 'overactive saliva', then lightly place it against her puckered opening. Being one or two strokes away from my own shangrila, I begin gently pushing my finger in Katie's ass, working it in and out until I'm just past the second knuckle.

Katie throws her head back and screams, "Oh, holy fuck!" as she pushes her ass back into my finger. "Oh my God, I'm coming! God, yessssss!"

I push as far into her as I can, with my hand sort of in the way, and blast several ropes into her spasming pussy. For every shot of my semen streaming into her, I feel two of her pulsations seemingly trying to pull more from me.

I release myself from a wobbly Katie, turn and sit her on the bench. Our fluids are clearly seeping from her crimson sex as she's leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed and breasts heaving. 

Feeling more emboldened after last night's episode, I walk up to her, standing between her outstretched legs, place my hands on either side of her face and say, "Clean me."

Katie opens her eyes and looks up at me as she moves her mouth to take my now semi-erect cock without any assistance from me. I let go of her face as she engulfs my rod, licking and sucking our fluids from me. I then kneel down, my body between her spread thighs, and kiss her passionately, savoring the love we made from her tongue and mouth.

When we weren't eating, Katie and I spent the rest of the weekend in bed. Our lovemaking was much more tender and slow, and consisted more of pleasuring one another orally, including full body messages with our lips and tongues, as opposed to just fucking. Katie certainly demonstrated her skills, and I did my best to hone mine as I could've spent a week feasting off her bountiful and sweet secretions.

My biggest concern, as the weekend came to a close, was our working relationship and how much it would affect our office interaction, so we spent a great deal of time talking about it Saturday afternoon. Katie mentioned she was attracted to me as soon as she came into work the first day, but because of the previous experience with her coworkers she was determined to maintain a professional relationship at the office. 

Over time she came to learn I wasn't at all like her previous coworkers, and I had treated her more than fairly. Her devotion to her daughter ensured she didn't date much, and she was working hard to avoid repeating the same relationship mistakes of the past. I assured her I could maintain a professional office presence, and would never try to come between her and her child. In fact, I praised her for being so selfless with her time.

We agreed to see each other mutually, as our schedules allowed. I insisted she maintain her current schedule with her daughter, and that we would find time for each other, maybe a Friday or Saturday date occasionally if she could find a suitable sitter. I even agreed to chip in.

Finally, I felt the need to discuss the events of Friday night and Saturday morning. I told her I didn't think of myself as an overly aggressive lover, but one who prided myself on my attentiveness to a woman's needs. While I'm all for exploring our kinky sides, I'm not big into giving or receiving pain. And don't ever ask me to choke you.

That brings a laugh from Katie, who says she was very happy with the entire weekend, is occasionally overcome with passion and might get a little crazy.

"I've had that passion lead to some not-so-good decisions," she says, "but I'm getting better at holding back my 'inner whore' until I'm with someone I implicitly trust. You fit the bill."

Our project came to a successful close, but by that time we were seeing each other on a semi-regular basis, with each of our sporadic rendezvous taking place at my condo. We even had dinner out with Denny and Scott one evening, and what at first appeared to be a friendly get together, somehow seemed to turn icy towards the end of the evening. Couldn't put my finger on anything in particular, and Katie seemed to dismiss it, so I chalked it up as two tigresses defending their turf.

I still hadn't met young Meghan, but that was about to change. Katie told me her daughter had joined a youth soccer league, and her first practice was the upcoming Saturday morning at 9AM. Knowing my love of sports, she asked if I'd like to meet them at Middleton Park to watch practice, and maybe have lunch together afterwards. Sounded like fun to me, it's a date.

It's a little after nine Saturday morning and I'm sitting a few rows up in the bleachers, with other parents and children in the vicinity. The team is getting as organized as the coach could get a group of eight year olds, but no sign of Katie or her child. Then, to my left I see a young girl in soccer shorts and top running towards the team on the field. With her hair in a ponytail, flopping up and down with each stride, I think to myself, 'scholarship.' This young girl, who I recognize from a picture, is an athlete in the making.

Just then I see Katie walking up behind her, and she heads over towards me as I stand and calmly wave. Handing her a lukewarm cup of coffee, she apologizes for being late, getting two women out the door on time is a challenge. I tell her from the little I've seen of her teammates, Meghan is by far the better player. Katie just smiled as she watched the kids practice.

Lunch went pleasantly well, with Meghan displaying all the qualities of a well-mannered young lady, as well as the youthfulness of someone her age totally engrossed in the pop music and fashion scene of the day. I told Katie she should be proud of her daughter, as well as the job she'd done raising her to this point, given their circumstances.

Katie expressed a desire to get Meghan in a better school, given both her raw intellectual and athletic talents. I told her I knew and worked closely with a gentleman, named Rick, well connected to the local academy, and would see about the possibilities. By January, Meghan was attending one of the top private schools in the area. Katie often asked how Meghan's tuition was being paid, Rick would only say it was through a private endowment for gifted kids.

As the year progressed, Katie was able to spend more time at my place, especially when Meghan had a field trip. At first, the overnighters were impassioned as we sought to make up for the hours we were apart. But over time, with seemingly no one to blame but our schedules, the visits became less frequent, and the sex more routine. While there were no arguments or harsh words, it was almost as if we were using each other to satisfy a sexual need.

One Saturday morning I decided to change the routine, spice things up as it were, so I hopped in the car and headed for Katie's with the thought of taking both her and Meghan out to IHOP or some place for breakfast. As I'm driving to her home I dialed up her number on the cell. It took a few rings before Katie sleepily answered. When I told her I wanted to take her and Meghan to breakfast, she seemed to perk up and said Meghan was at a friend's house, and she wasn't really feeling up to it. Maybe some other time, and abruptly hung up.

This got me to thinking she was either being onery, like when we first met, or was sick. Either way, I'm almost there so I'll just drop in and make sure she's okay.

Pulling up to her townhouse, I see a blue BMW parked in front of her driveway. Popular car for the area, so I didn't give it a second thought as I parked across the street. Just then, the car's now-obvious owner comes out of Katie's front door, stops at the top of the steps, turns back to give the robed woman a quick kiss, then walks to his car door. 

Good morning Scott.



Consolation



"What kind of friend are you trying to be? And what kind of husband who goes ballistic over a kiss? Or a grope for that matter? I love you just as much if not more than the day you suggested the dating thing." There were hurt tears in her eyes.

Hell.

I stopped arguing. I was getting nowhere and getting more confused the more we discussed it. I had some thinking to do.

Only later did I reason with myself back into the right. Sure, I had offered Candi as a salve to his wounded soul. I even suggested that she flirt in a fun way to help him along. That was indeed a very generous and charitable thing to do. I had supported them both and did my part as a friend. But the problem was that Mike had taken and not returned. Sure, charity, or help, or a gift is not something you expect to be returned or repaid. No friend would give a gift and demand one in return. No good friend, anyway. The help we offered was not something we expected to be repaid in kind. What I mean by return is that my friendship extended to Mike and he took without returning the friendship back out of respect.

You see, while we felt sympathetic as friends, Mike only took. He should have come to me, as a friend, and discussed any developing situation that might effect his two closest friends. He should have been concerned that the developments between him and Candi were enough to hurt me. But he didn't. He only took. Out of respect for me, he should have come and asked about the flirting when Candi started. He should have asked me about her going without underwear. He should have asked me if he could touch her in intimate ways.

It took me a week to work through all that in my mind and order it in my thoughts to tell Candi without me tripping over my thoughts. When I unloaded my concerns on her, she nodded through them. There was nothing she could really say, and she did not try to defend him beyond that Mike accepted our help without question, assuming that Candi and I had agreed beforehand. But she conceded all my points.

I had "won" this latest exchange, but what did I win? I would wonder later if I should have just kept my mouth shut, but I don't think it's in my nature. I confront and tackle problems. My "win" caused Candi to immediately begin addressing the situation to Mike. I can give her all kinds of credit for performing her obligations as my wife.

Mike's response was a mixed bag of surprises that I could not fully decipher. I'll just have to describe it to you.

Within two days, I received a package that Mike hand-delivered. He looked ashen and worried. Concern painted his face as he looked at me. The package shook as he handed it to me. For my part, I nodded at the offering and let him leave. The package was a letter and video. I stared at the video in the bottom of the manilla envelope for several minutes, knowing that it would contain footage of my wife. Did I want to see it? Did I need to?

The letter was simple, and all-Mike.

'Jim, my closest friend: Candi talked to me a couple of days ago about how things have come along after Danielle's death. She told me how much you cared and how hard you tried to help me through the misery. She told me how you turned to her to help out. I knew after the first month that you were doing what you could by getting me out of the house with Candi helping me along. Candi and I talked about it all. But from the very start, I assumed that everything that was happening was known to you and approved of. As things went farther, I kept assuming you knew about it all. Unfortunately, I was wrong, and I realize I have really screwed up in being a friend to you. I can't tell you how sorry I am about my mistake. Please forgive me. I guess it might be too late, but I included a video. It contains what I should have told you about months ago. This is something I did with Dani and I remember being thrilled that you two were willing to allow me to live with her once again, even though she's dead. I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt anyone. Mike'

With Candi out of the house to give me time to digest all that was, I reluctantly put the video into the player. About two seconds of static and then Candi appeared on the black and white video wearing black lace lingerie, complete with garters and stockings, but no underwear. She was kneeling on Mike's bed and looked fantastic. Danielle was smaller than Candi, so this was something either her or Mike had bought special.

Mike entered the camera view, naked. 

Hell, this wasn't going to be easy, was it?

He knelt on the edge of the bed and they kissed.

My finger applied pressure to the stop button, but I hesitated. Did I need to see more? Did I want to see more? What if there was nothing more serious than a little bit of naked fondling? Was that serious enough and everything else unimportant? What if they did a lot more than fondle? Did I need to see that? What if they confirmed my worst fears and fucked?

I let it play. I would need to know.

They kissed for a few minutes as Candi stroked him. His back was to the camera, but I'm sure he was responding. His hand rubbing Candi's pussy was visible, though. He laid her back on the bed, still kissing her. 

How could she be doing this without telling me?

Mike moved his head down to her pussy and started licking. Back of his head was all I saw, but I got the idea. I turned up the volume from mute. There was sound, and I could hear her gasping and moaning contentedly. I found myself thinking that because it was in black and white, it was all fake, some phony TV garbage, or something. That it couldn't really be happening. Didn't some dream sequences get shot in black and white?

I was just fooling myself. Any excuse, I guess, to deny it all.

They switched positions and Candi leaned over Mike to suck his cock. I was embarassed to look at his. I had seen the typical porn movies, but this was my friend on camera. The whole thing seemed wrong, like I shouldn't be seeing it. Well, I suppose I shouldn't have, but my wife was in there. Did that mean I could violate private moments or not? There was nothing private between husband and wife, so was I supposed to be violating their privacy? Were they afforded privacy for a private act? Wrong or not? Hell.

Candi appeared to be participating. That's the best I can call it. She certainly knows how to deliver a great blowjob, but she wasn't here. She might not have been giving it her all, but on the other hand, she wasn't reluctant or disinterested. Not knowing how Mike reacted privately, I can only say he seemed to be enjoying himself. Was he less than satisfied with Candi because Danielle had been better?

Those questions all fled my mind. Candi faced the camera. Mike was laying on the bed, his feet pointed at the camera. Candi straddled him and gripped his long erection. She scooted up and rubbed her mound up and down its length, massaging it with her feminine treasure.

No no no no...

She arched her back and bent her hips forward, placing her vagina right over his throbbing erection. She moved the helmet of his penis all around her opening but narrowed the circles until it was nestled within her folds. She leaned a little and adjusted her hips.

No, Candi, it's not too late. Just a bunch of fondling, yes?

The black and white Candi wasn't listening though. She pressed down and Mike's erection slid a little ways into her. An inch, maybe.

No! An inch is nothing. Get off and do something else. Dance for the camera and kiss or something, but not this. I'll forgive an inch, just don't go any farther.

Candi wiggled her hips around as she pressed down. Her sexy twisting hips spiralled down onto Mike as his erection disappeared up inside her.

I was trying to moan a no and I realized Candi and Mike were moaning on the screen right along with me. Me in shock, them in pleasure. As she slid down on him, my penis rose as if it had a mind of its own. Maybe he wasn't really in her?

Candi lifted herself slowly up and down on a very still Mike. I could see my wife's pussy lips moving in and out along his shaft as she fucked him. Candi moved slowly, slower than she did with me. Mike gripped her hips and bucked his slowly up against her as she came down. The act was natural, not awkward. They had been doing this for a while, it appeared. There was no desperation in the act like it was their first time. This was a practiced ease that spoke of mutual enjoyment. Candi sat all the way down and rotated her hips on Mike's shaft. I love it when she does that to me, and I could feel my erection throb at the recent memory. I knew what he was feeling and he appeared to like it too. His hips squirmed under hers and jerked several times.

My eyes were glued to the screen. I wanted to see exactly what they did. Was it different from what she did with me? If it was, would it prove something? Like maybe I wasn't giving her something she needed? Mike was better? And that's why no one told me? 

Candi slowly got off mike as he pushed at her hips. Whew. She wasn't fucking him anymore. Maybe that's all there was? They crawled around on the bed into the doggie position. She was facing towards the camera, to the side. Mike got behind her and got sort of still, then began pumping. Couldn't see it, but they could have been faking? My wife had a funny looking smile on her face, like she was amused. We weren't big fans of doggie; we like to be face to face. When we did that, was she smiling then, also? Mike's face went slack as he pumped. His eyes were closed. Was he enjoying it, or was he using my wife like a piece of meat while imagining poor dead Danielle? If he was going to fuck Candi, was he going to at least treat her with respect?

That thought made me angry. I mean, really, really angry. I wanted to reach through the screen and slap the shit out of him.

I watched Candi's hair bounce back and forth as it hung over her eyes. She would occasionally press back on him with some force. I might have been mad at Mike, but I felt oddly proud of Candi for being able to take all of him inside and even press back hard against him. He was longer than me by an inch or so. Dumb male competition was all that was. Here I was watching her do this and I'm feeling proud because she can do something physically demanding. Would I be cheering if Mike was twice as big? Giving a standing ovation like a fan at the Olympics or something?

Mike pulled out and pushed Candi to lay down with her feet facing the camera. She opened her legs for him as he knelt between them. He blocked my view of her, but I could see his erection slide back into her open hole. He spread his feet out to get traction and started plowing Candi with long strokes. With Mike blocking my view, I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it. Her hips moved with his, and her legs would sometimes cross over his back, but I couldn't see her face. Couldn't they move or have done this sideways? How would I know if Candi liked it better with him than with me? How would I know if she might be in pain, or pleasure?

I was angry at Mike for blocking my view. Candi was my wife, and it was my right to know and see anything about her.

All I could see were legs and Mike's rapidly pumping cock. At least I could hear them. Mike was groaning loud and forceful, and Candi was gasping. Did she gasp like that when I did her? I tried to remember. Yes, but she moaned and hummed a lot too. I couldn't stop my hand from rubbing at the very painful bulge in my jeans. Having realized I was stroking myself through my jeans, the pain at the back of my mind came forward, full force. Ever had an erection in jeans? I mean, a really hard erection?

Crap. I pulled off my jeans to allow my penis to get unbent. Mike was tilting his hips in towards her as his penis slid smoothly in and out of view. Candi's gasps told me that he had only gotten her to the beginning stages of pleasure. She liked it when I angled more. She really loved it that way. I gripped my almost painfully throbbing erection and squeezed, trying to relieve the blood pressure. I stroked a few times, more massaging than playing with myself.

Mike's pumping grew faster. Candi's hips tried to squirm up a little, to get that sweet angle. My wife was trying to have some fun, but he wasn't getting the hint. His grunting grew more insistent and his thrusts more forceful.

Mike, you're not doing it right.

My hand absently massaged my erection as I critiqued their performance. When I realized I was doing it, I stopped and sighed. Mike's muscles started to become defined; he must have been nearing his orgasm. Was he going to pull out? Or was he going to shoot his seed into my wife? Come on, Mike, you're close but you didn't bother making sure Candi was right there with you? Mike began slamming his penis into her.

No! You jerk, slow down and get some rotation going! Move your hips sideways, Mike. Up, to the side, across the other way, come on, do it right! My hand wandered back to my pulsating erection.

Mike's butt clenched hard and he pressed all the way in. He groaned out loud in a long shuddering breath as his muscles clenched and unclenched. Candi responded like she was coming.

What? This can't be.

Mike continued grinding his hips as far as he could forward into her vagina, his orgasm telling me his sperm was being ejaculated deep within her. Candi moaned and thrashed around on the bed.

Ha! She had faked the orgasm! He couldn't or wouldn't bring her off so she had faked it! 

They lay there for a few minutes and kissed until Mike got off and walked towards the camera. Candi's pussy was wet with his sperm, but not especially so. Either it was too deep in there to come out, or he didn't shoot a lot.

Hmm. I looked down to see the mess I had made. I hadn't come, but I had leaked a huge amount of semen. Annoying, but uncontrollable. Put a chocolate cake in front of a fat woman, and she'll salivate a puddle. Put sex in front of a man, and his penis "salivates."

The screen went static.

I had thought that seeing what was on the video would provide all the answers I was looking for, but seeing it had only added questions. There were some solid things I knew: Candi loved me just as much and more than before, I was better in bed than Mike, Candi didn't get satisfaction from what they did, Candi had been willing to make a huge effort to help with a friend, Mike had assumed I knew everything, and he was very apologetic that I thought there was a problem with all of us.

But what I didn't know was: Was this the end of my marriage? Candi wasn't acting like it was. Was this the end of my friendship to Mike? Our friendship to Mike? I couldn't allow them to continue, could I? He's already had her though, would stopping accomplish anything? Would I be a better person for letting it all slide? A better person for helping Mike realize Candi could be getting more out of it all? Did it make me a better person to divorce and make enemies because I can't handle Candi sharing herself with Mike even though she loves me just as strongly as before? Did it make me a better person to state that sex was evil and therefore Mike was the devil? Did it make me a better person to throw away my very happy marriage because I was being selfish? Even though that selfishness was the socially accepted norm? Should I be making a big deal out of this?

People killed for things like this. Does a charitable act of passion warrant eliminating someone's life?

I think the only thing I was decided on was that Candi wanted to remain married to me and love me. If she hadn't loved me and wanted to stay married, she would have left and be living with Mike right now. Did anything else matter? Probably the biggest question that I was able to answer on my own was that sex didn't ruin love, only the perceptions. With no rehearsal for life, and the fact that none of us get out of life alive, did it really matter if she gave charitable sex to a close friend if she still loved me? Was it really the end of the world? Was I so selfish that I would ruin her life, mine, and his just to live up to what society expected? Dump them all and be forever enemies? I had no answers to those questions, but living up to the social expectations seemed immature to me and the very opposite of the core meaning of love.