8 comments/ 68971 views/ 7 favorites Fantasies Inc. Pt. 01 By: novacouple4u Prologue: Marie looked at the empty text window in front of her and pondered how exactly she wanted to do this. She knew what she wanted to say, but she wasn't sure of exactly how she wanted to say it. Her long fingers tentatively poked at the keys of her laptop as she struggled to find her voice. "First of all, this ad is NOT bullshit. I may not choose you, but I will choose one man from the responses to this ad to help make their wildest fantasies come true... or at least as true as I can make them. Tell me what you want to roleplay and I'll be happy to help out. There are a few limits though." Her fingers were starting to move more quickly across the keyboard now that she'd started. "First of all, I'm a 41 year old married woman. Don't ask me to be your 18-year old babysitter. That's not going to work. You should want me to be someone between the ages of 30 and 45. I look younger than I am, but let's be somewhat realistic here. For that matter, you should be between the ages of 25 and 45. Taboo subjects are fine, but I'm not interested in being your mama or your aunt, or your daughter for that matter. Sister or cousin is okay, but nothing else." She stopped for a moment to think about the guy who first kindled this fire within her... the guy who wanted her to pretend to be his sister. She got so turned on thinking about the idea, and couldn't believe he flaked out on her. But that fire that was lit refused to die, and she was determined to act on the questions of lust that burned within her. "I'll be a whore, I'll be a nun, I'll be the sexy librarian or the nurse at your doctor's office. I'll be the lady cop who pulled you over for speeding, or I'll be the soccer mom who you caught going 80 in a 45. We play in a hotel room or at your place, and we only play on weeknights." These were groundrules both she and her husband had come up with. So was the next rule. "You get one time and one time only with me, so make it count. Tell me who you want me to be, and if I pick you, we'll discuss how you want it to play out. I will not meet until you give me a phone number and we verify by voice. If you flake on me, I will expose your email address and your picture to the board to warn others of your boorish behavior. So don't write unless you're ready to do this." She had been burned by jackasses before, but she thought this might stop the posers from responding. "No anal, no peeing on you, no animals. Other than that, we can discuss any limits beforehand. Here's my pic, now let me here from you. For the subject line of your email, please tell me who you would like me to be, i.e. 'Sister', 'Nun', 'Stewardess', etc. Please include a G-rated picture and a detailed description of yourself." Before she had time to think twice, she submitted the ad. Then she forced herself away from the laptop and back to the daily realities of life as a mother and wife. The afternoon passed quickly, and it was 9:30 before she found the time to check her email. As her inbox opened she gasped, then started to laugh. There were over two dozen replies in just a few short hours! She scanned the list for interesting titles first as she toyed with her shoulder-length auburn hair. There were a half dozen "Secretary" titles, along with 4 or 5 "Neighbor" emails. A smattering of "Sister", "Whore", and "Teacher" comprised most of the rest of the emails. There were still a few "Mom/Mother" emails, as well as one "Daughter". Well, no one ever said guys followed directions well. . She decided that these were plenty to choose from, so she quickly deleted the ad she'd placed and started going through the emails. Guys who didn't fit the age criteria were automatically deleted. So were the ads from guys who were shorter than she was. Hey, no one was going to accuse her of being Florence Nightingale. She wasn't interested in pity fucks, she was interested in having fun while helping a guy out at the same time. She also decided to delete the "Secretary" emails. It sounded like a fun fantasy, but she kind of wanted her first time out to be a little kinky. Not kinky enough to break her rules however, so the forbidden subject emails were deleted as well. Finally she was left with 5 emails. The first was from a guy looking to play out his older neighbor fantasy. He was in his early 30's, about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair and a sexy smile. He was hoping she would come over because her water was shut off and ask to take a shower. As she was drying off, he would walk into the bathroom thinking she had already left. Next there was another "Sister" ad. This gentleman was in his late 30's, and had an older sister the same age as Marie. He was fairly average looking, but the picture he sent showed off his rock hard abs and nicely defined chest. He wanted his sister to come over upset about her boyfriend breaking up with her, and then he would console her as a brother first, then as a lover. The third ad was also looking for a neighbor, but the response was from a pair of roommates! One was 25, the other was 27, and they had an apartment 20 minutes from her house. Her eyes roamed over the picture of the two young men, both of whom were dressed in khaki shorts and polo shirts. They looked like J. Crew models! They didn't provide a lot of detail, just that they wanted her to introduce herself as new to the neighborhood and allow herself to be seduced by the two of them. The fourth ad was from a guy her own age. The title was "Stranded Motorist". It was the most inventive of the emails she had received, and the fantasy revolved around her knocking at his door one night pretending to be a stranded motorist who needed assistance. After he told her that it was too late for a tow truck, he would offer his couch for her and things would take off from there. The last ad was from a 35 year old who wanted her to be his maid. She would come to his house in the suburbs and he would have an outfit for her. He provided a little more detail about his fantasy as well, describing how he would catch her in his bedroom trying on a dress for his girlfriend, and he would chastise her and make her take it off, then ravish her body. So many choices, but she knew she had to pick one. Her hand hovered over her mouse, and then she made her choice... * * * Chapter One: It was a beautiful August night in the suburbs of Philadelphia. The typical humidity had broken with a round of thunderstorms that afternoon, and a cool breeze played on Marie's arms and face as she walked up the sidewalk towards her destination. The 41-year old woman was dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt, her 38DDD's nicely highlighted by the thin cotton. She was tall, about 5'11, her voluptuous body exuding sexuality. Her large breasts highlighted a narrow waist that flared out to her womanly hips. Her large and firm ass was contained by a tight pair of faded jeans. She had a few extra pounds on her, but they were in all the right places. After placing her ad a few days earlier, she had narrowed down her list of potential responses to five. Then she had made her choice, and after talking with the person who placed the ad, they had agreed that tonight would be the night to act out his fantasy. She approached the door of the colonial-style house and rang the doorbell. She carried with her a bag with a clean pair of clothes, as well as some condoms, a toothbrush, and some body wash and perfume. As she had packed it earlier, she thought of it as her "one night stand kit". She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, and was glad that she had toked up before she left the house. She thought of her husband waiting patiently at home for her and smiled to herself. He was fine with her adventure, as long as she gave him a detailed account of what took place when she got back home. Then he would fuck her to even more orgasms, reclaiming his wife before they drifted off to sleep. Her thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening. A nice looking guy in his early 30's appeared, looking somewhat quizzical. "Can I help you," he asked. "I'm so sorry to bug you," she replied. "My name's Marie, and I just moved in across the street, but they haven't turned the water on for us yet. I've been unpacking all afternoon and I was wondering... oh jeez, this is so embarrassing. Is there any way I could borrow your shower for a few minutes? I just feel so gross and I'd really like to clean up." He smiled at her and said, "Of course. Come on in." He ushered her into the house and closed the door behind him. It was a very tastefully decorated home, with plush furniture and some expensive looking artwork on the walls. "I'm David," he said. "David Gershon. You said you just moved here?" "Yes," she replied. "I'm Marie. Marie Maxwell. My daughter and I moved in today, but they won't have the water turned on until tomorrow morning." They continued chit-chatting as they walked through the house, Marie inventing a fictitious daughter and a fictitous divorce. David was divorced as well, sharing custody of his two sons with his wife. But they were at his wife's home that evening, meaning the house was theirs alone. "I'd offer you the use of the boy's bathroom, but since I've got two teenagers and they're responsible for keeping it clean I really don't trust the condition of the room. You can use the shower in the master suite instead," he offered. "Are you sure," she asked. "I don't want to be a bother." "Don't be ridiculous," he laughed. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had a beautiful woman in my bathroom? I mean, not that I'm... uh..." She smiled. "It's okay, David. I think I'm flattered." She gave him a smile and walked into the master suite. It too was richly appointed, with a four-poster king size bed dominating the room. A flat panel television hung on the wall, and there was a large chest of doors along one wall with an enormous mirror attached. "Now I can offer you the use of my shower," David said. "Or, if you'd rather, you can take a soak in the tub." With that he opened the door to a huge bathroom. A seperate shower was in the corner, its glass sides completely transparent. There was also a large soaking tub against one wall, and Marie shivered with delight. "Oh, if you don't mind I think I'd like to use your tub... as long as it's not a bother," she said. "No bother at all," he replied. There's even some bubble bath there for you. While you're running the tub I'm going to go downstairs and get something to drink. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat or drink?" "Mmmmm," she said. "As long as you're helping your new neighbor be so decadent, do you have a glass of wine? I'd love to relax in your tub for just a few minutes and have a glass." David laughed, and in his deep baritone said, "Of course! I'll bring up a nice red. Start the tub and I'll be right back." With that he left the room and Marie had a moment to herself. She'd almost forgotten that this was all role-playing. He seemed so nice and normal, and she really did like the tub. As it began filling with hot water she thought about how she'd like things to proceed. She decided to take charge of the situation, and as the tub was filling she began adding bubble bath to the water. When the bubbles had reached the edge of the tub she closed the door to the bathroom, but left it open about two inches, so that he could peek in and watch her through the mirror if he desired. She slowly lifted up her t-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts in a black lacy bra. Undoing the button on her jeans, she slid down the zipper and pulled her pants off, leaving her in nothing but her sheer bra and panties. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp of her bra, letting her 38DDD's spring free. Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she rolled them down her legs and kicked them off her feet. She was now standing naked in a stranger's bathroom. It felt so wrong... so deliciously, deviantly wrong. She stepped into the tub and slowly sank down beneath the bubbles. Closing her eyes, she let her hands drift up towards her nipples, pinching them between her fingers. The hot water felt so good on her skin, and the bubbles hid what she was doing from any eyes that might be watching through the door. A couple of minutes later, she heard him coming up the stairs. "Marie?" he asked as he entered the bedroom. "I'm in here David," she replied. "I hope you don't mind, but the bath was ready so I went ahead and got in." He stood at the door, unwilling to open it. "Oh, okay," he said. "I'll just leave your glass of wine here by the door." "Don't be silly," she said. "I'm covered by bubbles. Come on in and talk to me while I soak." The bathroom door slowly opened, and David came inside. Carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine, he approached the tub. "Can you hold a glass without me seeing anything?" he asked. "I can hold a glass and let you see exactly what I want you to see," she replied devilishly, extending her arm and exposing most of her right breast to the handsome stranger in front of her. She took the wine glass from him and held it while he poured her a drink. Then she slowly lowered her arm, making sure he got a good look at her breast. She thought most of her nipple had been covered by bubbles, but she couldn't be sure. One thing she was sure of, David couldn't take his eyes off of her treasures. "Sit with me while I soak. Tell me about yourself," she purred. "I like to know my neighbors. Sometimes I like to know them very well." For the next ten minutes he sat and talked while she teased him without mercy. Lifting her legs above the bubbles, she ran a washcloth up and down her calves and thighs. She toyed with her pussy, making tiny cooing sounds as he tried to peer beneath the soapy curtain in vain. She could tell he was getting hard, and by the bulge in his pants he was getting nice and big as well. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and sat up in the tub, exposing both of her breasts to him. "David, would you wash my back please," she asked. As he drifted over towards her she handed him the washcloth. His hands on her back felt heavenly, not too strong, but not feather-light either. She cooed again, and this time let her hand slide over the top of the tub. She didn't bother to find a towel, just reached out and rubbed his cock through his pants. It felt like a steel bar beneath his jeans. "Oops," she said with a smile. "I've gotten you all wet. We better get you out of those clothes." He looked down and said, "Oh, it's only a spot. It'll dry off." She laughed to herself, then stood up in the tub. Taking him by the hands, she made him stand, then she pressed her body against his. His hands circled her waist and cupped her buttocks, while her hands ran over his chest. She leaned in and kissed him, driving her tongue in his mouth. The kiss lasted for almost a minute, and as she pulled away she said, "Now you're officially soaked. Get those clothes off while I dry off." She used the nice fluffly towel that he had provided as he almost frantically shed his clothes. As his boxer briefs fell to the floor, she looked with appreciation at his hard cock. About 8 inches long, it was also nice and thick at the base, then tapering to a point at the head, like a candlestick. She couldn't wait to taste him, so she squatted down on the bathroom floor and began licking his cock. Up one side and down the other, rubbing it against her face, playing with his balls as she jacked his stalk and licked the head. With a hoarse moan he pushed her away from his dick. "The bed. I want you on the bed," he panted. She grinned again and crawled on her hands and knees over to the big king size bed, swaying her ass back and forth as she moved across the expanse of the bedroom. "How do you want me, neighbor?" "I want to lick your pussy. Oh God, I have to lick your pussy." She climbed up on the bed and wantonly spread her legs. This was pure lust now. She grabbed her nipples and began pinching as his tongue made contact with her sex. He used his entire tongue to lick up and down her labia, using the broad flat part of his tongue on her lips, then using the tip of his tongue when he'd reach her clit. His large hands cupped her ass, tilting her hips forward, splaying her out for him to use as he saw fit. "Do... you... always... greet... new... neighbors... this... way?" she gasped as an orgasm overtook her? "Only the ones I want to fuck," he replied before he dove back between her legs. "There's no one else in the house, right?" she managed to ask. He shook his head no, not moving his tongue from her clit. In that case, she decided to let herself go. "Oh GAWD," she cried. "Eat my pussy, neighbor. Fuck me with your tongue before you fuck me with your cock!" She humped his face for what seemed like an eternity, riding his tongue to several orgasms. Then she decided she had to have that cock inside of her. She pushed his head away and said, "It's time for you to fuck me, neighbor." She played with her clit as he stood up and put on a condom. Standing before her he asked, "How do you want it?" As much as she loved to be fucked from behind, she knew exactly what she wanted at that moment. "Lie down, big boy," she whispered, then straddled him. Putting her breasts in his face, she sank down on his prick until he was buried inside of her pussy. She began to rock back and forth on his hard cock as his tongue and teeth played with her nipples. She rode him harder and faster until an orgasm overtook her, and then she turned around. She had seen this position in pornos before, but had never tried it. Facing away from him, she sank back down on his cock, leaning back on her arms. "Oh!," she cried out. His dick was hitting her in spots that weren't used to being touched during sex, and she thrust back and forth almost spasmodically, feeling the head of his prick hit her vaginal walls. His hands reached up and pinched her nipples as she rode him, and she could hear him talking to her, encouraging her to fuck him harder and faster. With a loud cry she came again, and slumped back against her partner. "Mmm," she said. "That was wonderful. I should be going soon, but I don't want to leave until you've cum. What can your new neighbor do to help you out, David?" He toyed with a nipple while he stroked her clit. "Can I fuck you from behind?" he asked. She got off the bed and motioned for him to stand. Taking the bedspread in her hands, she flung it to the floor, then grabbed a pillow. "Come and get me, David," she hissed as she arched her ass into the air. She felt him come up behind her, felt him rub the head of his bloated cock against the lips of her pussy. "Fuck me hard, David. Use me. Use your neighbor," she cried. As he thrust inside of her, she felt herself cum. Then he began to fuck her in earnest, his strong hands on her hips holding her steady as his cock slid in and out. She reached down to play with her clit and he slapped her ass. "Don't touch yourself," he ordered. "Not yet. I'll tell you when." She closed her eyes and moaned again. This was pretty close to her own fantasy... the one where she was taken and used by a stranger. Perhaps one day a man would respond to her ad with that fantasy, but for now she was going to enjoy this. She'd never really fantasized about any of her neighbors before, but this was good... very good. David's pounding of her pussy was getting faster now, his breathing shallower. She reached back, but instead of playing with her clit she began to roll his balls in her hand. With a gutteral cry he thrust himself forward, filling the condom with his cum. She moved her hand back to her clit and frantically rubbed back and forth, sending her into one final orgasm. Fantasies Inc. Pt. 01 As the pair collapsed to the floor she smiled, turned her head and gave him a kiss. "Thanks for welcoming me to the neighborhood," she whispered. He smiled. "You're very welcome. When can I see you again?" "Mmmm... as good as this was, my ad did say it was a one time thing. But I hope I helped with your fantasy." "You did," he replied. "But I have lots of fantasies. Do you realize I've never tied anyone up to my poster bed?" She laughed as she stood up. "Maybe one day your neighbor will come back... but I'm not making any promises." She walked into the bathroom and closed the door, cleaning herself before putting her clothes on. She glanced at her watch. 11:15 p.m. Time to go home and fuck her husband senseless. And then she had to decide... put up another ad or respond to one of the four emails left. Fantasies Inc. Pt. 02 A driving rain fell on the windshield of Marie's minivan as she sat across the street from the tidy Cape Cod-stype house. She peered out through her rain-slicked windows at the soft golden light radiating from the porch light next to the home's front door. It looked warm and inviting, in stark contrast to the damp and gloomy evening that had settled over the neighborhood on the outskirts of Philadelphia. She thought about checking her hair one last time in the mirror, then giggled to herself. She was going to show up soaking wet. Why on earth would she need to check her hair? She took a deep breath and opened the driver's door, stepping out into the rain. She stood motionless for a few moments, letting the rain pour down over her thin white blouse, turning it translucent. As her shirt took on more rain, her lacy tan bra began to appear through the fabric. The rain was cold enough that her nipples were already standing out, poking through the thin material. She wished her 38DDD's were more firm, but her husband was right. As long as she stood up straight and remembered to hold her shoulders back they looked good, even without the support of a bra. Her dark skirt clung to her wide hips and shapely ass as she walked across the street, her high heels feeling strange and awkward to her. Because of her height (5'11), she rarely wore heels. But tonight she was playing the role of a business woman, and she did want to look the part. By the time she got to the door her shoulder-length auburn hair was soaking wet and hanging in her face. She knew she looked bedraggled, but that was kind of the point. She rang the bell, hoping the door would be opened by a familiar face. And it was. The blond-haired man who answered the door was the same one she'd been corresponding with for roughly a week. One of the "Original Five", Drew had emailed her asking if she'd help him live out his "Stranded Motorist" fantasy. After Marie had entertained David two weeks ago, she thought about whether or not she wanted to place another ad or go back to the five emails she had set aside. After much internal debate, she decided to revisit the original emails rather than posting another ad. She knew her logic didn't make much sense, but she felt weird posting another ad so soon after she'd basically advertised that she was going to fuck another man. The actual sex didn't bother her... the advertising kind of did. Of course it turned her husband on. When she arrived home after her encounter with David he was waiting up for her, his naked body half-covered by the sheet on their bed. They fucked like teenagers that night. Actually, they went far beyond that. They fucked without thinking, her husband driving his cock inside of her as he held on to her hips, while she told him about riding David's organ to several orgasms. After her husband had his own orgasm, they cuddled in bed together. His arm curled around her waist possessively, and as he drifted off to sleep he murmured into her ear, "Now you're mine again." She had shivered in delight at that statement, and now here she was, shivering from the cold and anticipation on a stranger's front doorstep. "Excuse me," she started. "I'm so sorry to bother you on a night like this, but my car seems to have broken down and I don't have a cell phone with me. Could I possibly use your phone?" Drew grinned broadly. He didn't know that she would arrive tonight. Since Drew was single, Marie had just told him that one evening in the near future she would make his fantasy come true. He had no idea that it would be tonight, but once he heard her opening statement he knew that he was in for a hell of an evening. "C'mon in," he replied. "God, you must be freezing. Sit down while I get you a towel and the phone, okay?" She shook her head. "No, I'd just get your furniture wet. I'll just stand here in the foyer, but a towel would be great. Thank you." As he walked down a hallway into the interior of the home, she looked at his shoulders and buttocks. He wasn't too bad to look at; about 6'1, fairly average build. His sandy blond hair was still thick, and he had a couple of laugh lines around his blue eyes. According to the few emails they had exchanged he wasn't dating anyone right now, having recently moved to the area from Denver. His fantasy was based on once helping a woman who had car trouble. He said nothing happened, but she was so sexy that he couldn't help but imagine being with her after he had helped her out. Her reverie was broken by the sound of his footsteps coming back down the hall. As he entered the foyer he handed her a towel, and after she tried her best to dry her hair and clothes (making sure she rubbed her breasts fairly sensually), he handed her the phone. She took the cordless from him and dialed. "Oh damn!" she exclaimed a moment later. "What's wrong?" he asked. "There's no dial tone. The storm must have knocked out the phone lines." He looked at her with concern in his eyes. "I'm sure it won't be out very long. Look, in the meantime, let me give you some dry clothes and we can put yours in the dryer. By the time they're through, I'll bet the phone will be working." She smiled inwardly. So they were on a bit of a time limit? "Okay," she thought. She'd let it happen quickly. "That'd be great. I'm Marie, by the way. Marie Maxwell." "Oh, I'm sorry," he replied. "I never did introduce myself. I'm Drew Parsons. Hang on a sec and I'll put some clothes out for you in the bedroom. Then you can change and give me your wet clothes." He once again disappeared down the hallway, leaving Marie standing in the front hall. As he departed, Marie's hands went to her blouse, unbuttoning the top two buttons and exposing quite a bit of cleavage. That, in addition to the semi-transparency of her still damp blouse left almost nothing to the imagination. When Drew returned his gaze fell upon her chest for a couple of very long seconds, and his eyes gleamed as he finally looked her in the eye. "Follow me," he said as he turned back towards the bedroom. She followed a few steps behind, and he waved her into a room off the hall. "You can change here," he said. "I'll be back in a sec to get your clothes." She glanced around the bedroom. It obviously wasn't the master bedroom, because the bed was fairly small and the room was sparsely decorated. There was a Monet print on the wall, and a clock on the desk, and that nothing else to indicate the room was used frequently. As she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders she glanced down at the clothes that Drew had laid out for her. Actually it wasn't really clothes at all. A nice thin cotton robe lay on the bed. Marie wondered if it was his. She knew that she'd be naked underneath the robe, unless she wanted to wear her wet underwear, which seemed to miss the whole point of drying off. So she stripped off the rest of her clothes and wrapped the soft cotton robe around her lush form. Tying the robe around her waist, she bent over and began to gather the clothes that she had dropped to the floor. "Damn!" she heard Drew exclaim behind her. She quickly stood up and turned around, giving him a quizzical look. "Sorry," he said with a laugh. "You've just got an incredible ass." She blushed. He wasn't being overly aggressive, but he was definitely more confident than David had been at the first. Of course David had ended up telling her not to play with her pussy while he fucked her doggy-style. She felt a tingle in her crotch as she wondered just how forceful Drew might be. "Thanks," she said with a smile. "Tell me where your dryer is and I'll let you follow me down the hall!" He laughed. "Turn right. The laundry room's at the end of the hall." She brushed passed him as he stood in the doorway, sliding her near-naked backside along his crotch. She felt him pulse as her rear cheeks grazed his prick. "Oh my God," she thought to herself. "He feels so thick!" S he let her ass sway back and forth a bit as she walked down the hall. "So you live alone?" she asked. "Yeah," he replied. "I like it, actually. I had roommates back in Chicago, so it's nice to have a space all to myself. It does get kind of lonely though, especially since I don't know many people here. I was actually kind of excited to have some beautiful stranger show up on my doorstep tonight." By now she had reached the laundtry room, and bent down to place her clothes in the dryer. As she stood up and leaned over the dryer to turn it on, she felt his hands on her hips. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just getting a little closer," he whispered into her ear. She could feel his cock against her ass again, a hard steel bar in his pants. "I think you should back up, Drew. I'm sorry if I led you on, but-" He spun her around, pressing her ass against the dryer. He held on to her shoulders and looked down into her eyes. "Fuck that. You didn't lead me on. You want this as much as I do. A random stranger, a couple of hours of raw sex? You know you want this." "I don't," she protested, even as his lips met hers. She resisted, even getting her hands up to his chest to push him away. He was strong though, much stronger than she was. His hands went to the tie of her bathrobe, and before she knew it he had undone the strip of fabric, leaving her lush body open to his eyes and hands. This wasn't foreplay. This was almost animalistic. A prelude, not to sex, but to rutting. One of his hands kneaded her breasts as the other wrapped itself in her hair. She felt her head being pulled to one side, her neck exposed to his teeth. She felt the rasp of his whiskers on her sensitive soccer-mom skin, and then she felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck. She couldn't help but moan deep in her throat as he attacked her neck. Her hands still weakly pushed at his chest, but his hand caught her forearm and moved her hand across his belly and down to his trousers. As she touched his rigid cock she gave up the pretense of resistance and let herself go. She lewdly stroked him through his pants as his mouth devoured her neck and his hands drifted between her legs. She was disappointed when she felt him pull away, but a moment later she let out a squeal of surprise as he picked her up and set her on the edge of the clothes dryer. He spread her legs until she could feel her thigh muscles burning, and without preamble pressed his face between her thighs and began to lick her pussy. Actually, he wasn't licking at all. He was treating her sex just like he treated her neck. His teeth nipped at her vaginal lips, his tongue slid inside her like a smaller cock. His entire face was drenched with her juices, but still he held her steady beneath his strong hands. She was writhing now, moaning and gasping loudly (which was uncharacteristic of her) while the assault on her pussy continued. She could feel her orgasm within reach, but Drew stopped and stood up. "Come with me," he said and offered his hand. For some reason Marie felt like pushing back a bit, so she cast her eyes downward and said, "I'd better not. I should just get my clothes and-" His hand reached out and grabbed her hair again. He pulled her roughly towards him, off of the dryer, until she was standing in front of him. "I said come with me, goddammit. Now if you won't walk, I'll carry you!" With that he lifted her up and began to walk out of the room. She struggled with him, until he grabbed at her breast with one of his hands. "Ow!" she cried. He had taken one of her nipples and pinched it far past the point of pleasure. She glared at him, and he smirked back. "Guess where we're going," he said. "Into the master bedroom." Her nipple ached as he carried her down the hall. She could feel how wet she was, shockingly and embarrassingly wet. She knew what was coming, and she craved it. The master bedroom stood in stark contrast to the sparse guest bedroom. A plush carpet lay on the floor, while the king size mattress was housed in a cradle of a dark walnut sleigh bed. Marie noted with some disappointment that the bed did not have four posters, so she doubted she'd be tied up, but that fantasy could be explored another night. Drew roughly threw her to the bed, and she turned around and tried to crawl across the bed away from him. His strong hand grasped her ankle and he pulled her back towards him. Before she knew what was happening he had her robe up around her waist and had delivered a shockingly hard slap to her buttocks. "Stop moving!" he roared, and Marie immediately complied. The anger in her voice actually frightened her. She was back to not being sure if he was playing or not, but at this point she didn't know if it mattered. And despite the small kernel of fear in her chest, she had to admit that her nipples were still achingly hard and she could feel the moistness on her thighs. She felt Drew place his thigh between hers, spreading her legs as she lay face down across the bed, her feet on the floor and her head on the mattress. He kicked her legs apart even further, and then she felt another slap to her buttocks. She moaned again when she heard the rustle of his pants falling to the floor, then the tearing of what she assumed was a condom wrapper. A quick look back revealed that was indeed the case. As his hands descended once more to her shoulders, she could feel him press against her opening. She had never really gotten a good look at his cock, but she knew it was fairly big from her groping back in the laundry room. As he pushed inside of her, however, she realized it was a very large cock indeed. There was no tenderness in his thrusts, no murmurs of endearment as he sawed his thick shaft back and forth. There was only raw power and lust in every push of his hips. With his hands on her shoulders, he was almost lying on top of her and yet thrusting in from behind. She found it hard to catch her breath, and could barely respond when he asked, "Do you like this?" She shook her head no, and she felt him stand up straight. Even as his cock continued to pound away, she felt the stinging slap of a hard spanking delivered to both of her buttocks. "Do you like this?" he asked again, and again she shook her head. "Then I'll just stop," he responded, and pulled almost all the way out of her sex. The tip of his shaft nestled between her nether lips, and she groaned out loud. "Do you want it?" he asked. She remained silent. He very slowly thrust in, less than an inch, then pulled back. She groaned again. "I'm not going to fuck you until you tell me you want it. Until you tell me you love it." She bit her lip. She did want it, but she hated to say it. That much wasn't acting, she'd never been one to talk dirty. But he just stood there, not moving a muscle, and she was slowly going crazy. "I...", she started. "I... I like it." "You like what?" he asked. "I like you fucking me," she whispered. "Do you like my cock?" he asked. "Yes," she answered, a bit louder this time. "Do you want me to fuck you with this hard cock of mine?" he pressed, sliding his tool inside of her until his balls smacked against her clit, then pulling out again. She couldn't resist. She didn't care what she sounded like. She just needed it. "Yes, dammit, yes. Fuck me with that cock of yours. Fuck me until I scream. Hurt me, use me, fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeeeeeee...." As he began fucking her fast and furiously, she began to utter a series of loud grunts and groans. He continued to spank her as he fucked her, and she felt her orgasm coming on. She felt her knees go weak as the waves of pleasure poured forth over her, but he continued to pound away without a word. He fucked her through three more orgasms before he stopped and pulled out. He roughly turned her over so they were face to face, and then before she could say anything sank deeply inside her once more. "Play with your tits for me," he demanded. "Pinch your nipples while I'm fucking you." She moaned her approval and began twisting her nipples beneath her fingers while he held on to her knees and fucked her. He let his right hand drop down to her clitoris and began strumming it with his thumb while he continued to fuck her. As she approached yet another orgasm he brought his hand down on her clit, spanking it as well. Her pussy spasmed and she yelled out in pleasure and pain. The spanking wasn't as hard as he had given to her buttocks, but it was still firm. Her clit tingled afterwards, and he rode her to yet another orgasm before she lay limply beneath him. As he pulled out of her, she slid down the bed and onto the floor. Staring at the thick cock in front of her, she removed the condom and wrapped her lips around the head. She began sucking it, teasing it with her tongue, bathing it in her saliva. She sank her mouth down around the shaft until she felt his rough pubic hair tickling her nose, then she rose up once more. Back and forth she went for a few minutes, hearing his breath grow quicker. Then she once again began sucking on the head while she jacked his shaft. He wrapped his hands in her hair and moaned loudly. She pulled her face away despite his protests and began jacking him off in earnest. Though she didn't care for it, she aimed the head of his cock at her chest and began playing with his balls, sensing his impending ejaculation. It didn't take long for him to cum, thick jets of white shooting from the head of his cock and landing on the carpet and her chest. She looked up at him, staring at his eyes as he stared back, breathing heavily. As he began to grow soft in her hand he gruffly told her to get up and to get her clothes. She used the bathrobe to wipe herself off, then padded dazed and naked down the hallway to the laundry room. Her clothes were now warm and dry, and she put them on in the small room. As she walked back to the living room she saw him standing by the door. "It's time for you to go," he said brusquely. She nodded in agreement. There was nothing more for her here. Still, she thought to herself, the role play is over; he could be a little nicer about this. As she reached for the door he grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him questioningly. He stared back down at her, then in a very soft voice said, "Thank you." He opened his arms and gave her a lingering hug. She hugged him back tightly and said, "No, thank you." She opened the door and headed back out into the rainy night, looking forward to her husband reclaiming her but already pondering what her next adventure would hold. Fantasies Inc. Pt. 03 Chad Browning lay on the couch in the living room, arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. For the tenth time today he wondered if Marie would show. The enigmatic woman had emailed him a few days ago and asked what his schedule would be this weekend, and also asked when his roommate Josh would be around. He remembered the conversation well because it had come as such a shock to him. When the phone rang, he never thought he'd be hearing from the woman he had emailed a few weeks before, and in fact it took him a few seconds to remember who she was. "I'm Marie, the woman you emailed from the Craigslist ad? You wanted to pursue a fantasy of you and your roommate seducing the new neighbor lady... remember?" "Oh yeah! Wow, I never heard from you so I thought you'd decided not to pick me... us," he responded. "Well," she replied, her voice low and seductive, "I'll be honest, I did answer a couple of emails before I decided to call you. I guess the question is, are you still interested?" "Oh hell yes!", he exclaimed. "Do you want to come over tonight?" She laughed. "No, not tonight. Tell me when you and your roommate are free this weekend, and then I'll drop by unannounced. It'll make it more fun if you don't know when I'm going to show up." So he had told her they were free Friday night, Saturday afternoon, and Sunday afternoon. Friday night he and Josh had ordered a pizza and watched porn in the hopes that their doorbell would ring, but it never did. Then earlier today Josh had told Chad he was going to work out and would be back in a few hours. "But what if Marie shows up?", he asked his roommate. "Dude, give it up. She's not coming. She's just another one of those people who get their kicks by fucking with people," Josh had responded. "But," he added with a grin, "if she does show up, just keep her occupied until I get back. I won't be gone long." So Josh had disappeared, leaving Chad alone with his thoughts. He couldn't explain why he was so eager to have this happen. He wasn't a bad looking guy, about 6'2" and 210 pounds with dark brown hair and a decent build. He didn't have any trouble getting dates or even hooking up with chicks in whatever bar he decided to go to on Saturday night, but this was different somehow. Fucking someone's wife, for one thing. And fucking her with your best friend... that just doesn't happen every day. Chad and Josh had met in college and become friends almost immediately. Both were business majors and shared a number of classes. They'd even dated girls who were friends in college, but none of them had been serious. And they'd never shared a woman before, though they had joked about it. After they graduated they'd both found jobs in the Philadelphia area, and had been sharing their condo for the past three years. Chad had just received a raise at work though, and was thinking about getting a place of his own. If he did that, he wanted to go out with a bang, so to speak. A big male bonding ritual before they separated and inevitably drifted apart. Chad glanced at his watch. 2:40 p.m. She wasn't showing. This was stupid. He sat up from his prone position on the couch and reached for the remote at the same time the doorbell rang. He froze for a moment, then forced himself to casually walk to the front door. He opened it to see an attractive woman in her early 30's standing in front of him. "Can I help you?", he asked. "Well, I don't need any help," she laughed. "I just moved in upstairs and I thought I'd come introduce myself to my new neighbor. I'm Marie." With that she extended her hand and Chad reached for it, feeling her soft skin beneath his hand. "I'm Chad," he replied. "It's nice to meet you. Would you like to come in for a beer or something?" She smiled, and Chad noticed what nice teeth she had. She was actually the total package... about 5'11 with shoulder length dark red hair, hazel eyes, a set of lips that looked like they were made for kissing, and a knockout figure. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. Big breasts tapering down to a slender waist, then flaring out again to broad hips. She was wearing a long black broomstick skirt and a tight white t-shirt that clung to her skin. He realized he'd been staring, and Marie was looking at him with a hint of a smile on her face. "Take it all in?", she asked light-heartedly, and he grinned sheepishly back at her. "Sorry," he said. "You're just a beautiful woman and I couldn't help but get a little distracted." She laughed, then walked inside of his apartment like she owned the place. "By all means, get distracted. It's not every day I get a compliment like that! But I think I'll take you up on your offer for a beer too, if you don't mind." She wandered over to the couch in the living room, looking at the artwork on the walls and the relatively tasteful furnishings. Chad crossed the hallway into the living room and shouted at Marie to make herself at home. "Your place looks too neat to be a bachelor pad. Do you live with anyone?", she asked from the living room. "Uh, yeah," he responded. "My roommate Josh went to the gym, but he should be back soon. What about you?" "The usual," she said. "Husband and two kids. He took them to the pool this afternoon. Any excuse to get out of unpacking for a few hours." She said the last sentence not with malice, but with a good natured ribbing towards her absent partner. "Well," he responded. "You're making your own excuse to get out of unpacking too, aren't you? Having a beer with your handsome downstairs neighbor and all..." He mentally kicked himself. "Handsome downstairs neighbor?", he thought to himself. "Why did I say that? Jeez, she's gonna think I'm an egomaniac." But then he felt a hand on the small of his back, felt her fingers gliding up his spine, and felt her breath on his ear as she leaned in close. "You're right," she cooed. "I am finding my own distraction, and you are my handsome downstairs neighbor. And I'm definitely in the mood to be distracted. The question is, are you ready to distract me?" He turned around and took her in his arms, feeling her hot breath on his neck. He felt like every nerve ending was on fire right now. He could feel the tips of her breasts just touching his chest, could feel her hands just under his shoulders, could feel her hips swaying against him. "Are you sure about this?", he asked. "What would your husband say?" She slid her left hand down his chest and took his hand in hers. Then she raised their hands back up her chest, until he was cupping one of her large breasts in his hand. "If he saw this," she whispered, "he'd be asking you what's taking so long. My husband knows and my husband approves. Now, are you going to take this, or am I going to have to see who lives across the hall?" His hand began caressing her breast, feeling her nipple grow hard underneath his touch. He brought his face down to hers and kissed her, tentatively at first but with growing confidence. Her tongue snaked inside of his mouth, dueling with his as one of her hands wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer. Her other hand slid from his chest down his waist, until she was cupping his balls in her hand through his shorts. "Mmmm, fuck yes!", she hissed. "You've got nice big balls for me. What about your cock? Do you have a big cock for your neighbor too?" Her hand slid up from his balls and began to trace the outline of his cock through her shorts. She stopped kissing him long enough to gasp as she felt just how big he was. She reared back and looked at him. "My God, big boy! You do have a big cock!" He smiled at her. "My nickname in college was Hanging Chad," he explained. His freshman year in college had coincided with the 2000 elections, and the correlation between his name and dick size to the disputed ballots proved to be an irresistible pun for the poly-sci major he fucked for a few months in the fall semester. As bad a pun as it was, he wasn't complaining. It didn't hurt his chances with women to have his endowment so widely known. "How big is it," she asked. "You'll just have to find out," he replied as he began kissing her again. After just a moment, however, she pushed him back. "Can we go to the couch", she asked. "I'd really like to get a little more comfortable than making out in the kitchen if you don't mind." "Sure," he replied. "We can even go to the bedroom if you'd like." She grinned devilishly. "We could," she said. "But then I'm afraid your roommate would miss out on all the fun when he comes home. Wouldn't you rather he open the door to find me riding this monster cock of yours?" Chad grinned as well, imagining the look on Josh's face when he came through the door. He nodded his approval and took Marie by the hand, leading her back into the living room. The bright afternoon sun filled the room with a golden light, and Marie looked like a fallen angel as she sat down on the couch and lifted her broomstick skirt to her upper thighs. "I want you to lick me," she demanded. Chad immediately complied, sinking to his knees in front of her. He began by gently kissing her just above her knees, sliding his hands up her thighs at the same time. He looked up to see her lean back into the couch, eyes closed and her breathing heavy. His mouth moved slowly up her thighs until he had to push her skirt up further. As her pussy came into view he inhaled sharply. He loved when women went without panties, and Marie's pussy was beautiful. A small triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair sat just above a fat pair of outer lips, already parted in anticipation. He could see her wetness glistening around her sex, and he moved closer to taste her. As his tongue made contact with her pussy, Marie gasped out loud, then pressed her hands to the tops of Chad's shoulders to encourage him. "Mmmm, oh yes! Lick my pussy baby," she said, eagerly thrusting her hips to meet his tongue. His tongue pierced her outer lips again, and he ran the flat slope of his tongue up her pussy until he found her clit. He was rewarded by another gasp and an arch of her hips, which only encouraged him to flick the tip of his tongue against the hard nubbin. "Oh shit yes," she moaned as her hands left his shoulders and began rubbing her tits through her shirt and bra. She pushed the mounds together for a moment, then grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it up over her head. Chad looked at her enormous tits in their lacy confines, the mounds barely contained by the sheer black lace of her brassiere. He couldn't wait to get his hands and mouth on her tits, but first he wanted to make her cum. He resumed lapping at her clit as her fingers pinched her fat nipples through her bra. "God, you taste good," he whispered into her pussy, not sure if she heard him and not really caring. She did hear, however, and smiled down at him. "I'm glad you like me. Now c'mon... lick me good baby. Make me cum," she demanded. As his tongue circled her clit faster and faster he could feel her muscles clench. Her ass raised up off the couch and she began thrusting her hips harder into his face. It was almost like he was getting face fucked, and while he had never experienced a woman do this before, he found that he liked it. His tonguing became sloppier as she kept grinding her pussy against his face, until finally she moaned loudly and collapsed back on the couch. He smiled up at her. "You like that?", he asked. She nodded in return. "Then how about returning the favor?", he replied, standing as he did so. He quickly shed his t-shirt, but let her reach for the waistband of his shorts. As she undid the button, he reached out and stroked her hair. His shorts fell in a puddle at his feet, and she grasped his boxer briefs and began pulling them down. As his hard dick came into view (all 9 ½ inches... he knew exactly how big he was, but he wanted Marie to guess) he heard another gasp of surprise from Marie. When she had grabbed him earlier he hadn't been entirely hard, but now he was like a steel bar. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Look at all this cock! Oh fuck, I can't wait to feel this inside me. Can I just fuck you now and suck you later?" "No way, lady. I want to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock," he responded with a smile. He sat down on the couch in roughly the same position she was in earlier. She got on her knees in front of him, still in her black lacy bra and black broomstick skirt. She grasped his shaft in one hand and lowered her lips to the bloated head. Flicking her tongue along the slit, she began fondling his balls while she gently ran her other hand up and down the shaft. "I have some lube if you want it," he began, but she shook her head. "I don't need any lube," she responded, and then began to take as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Chad had never had a girl able to deep throat him, and Marie was no exception, but she came close. Opening her mouth wide, she was able to get about eight inches in her mouth before she had to stop. Reversing course, she applied suction on his cock as she worked her way up the shaft, still rolling his balls gently between her fingers. Up and down she went until Chad thought he would explode into her mouth, but just as he was about to tell her that he was getting close she stopped. Gasping for breath, she looked up at him from her kneeling position between his legs. "I'm sorry," she said, "but my jaw was beginning to hurt. Besides, I really do want to feel that monster inside of me, but before I do that, you can fuck my tits if you want." She reached behind her to take off her lacy bra, then pressed her tits together and he squatted down, burying his shaft between her silky globes. She toyed with her fat brown nipples as his cock glided through the valley of flesh, its engorged head and several inches of the shaft sticking out past her tits with every thrust. As good as it felt, his legs were starting to get a little tired from the position he was standing in. He offered Marie his hand and she stood up and took off her skirt, exposing her sex to him as he slid a condom over his cock. He sat back down on the couch and stroked himself once or twice as she straddled him, and then grabbed his cock at the base and began to sink down on his lap. She grimaced at first, getting used to his girth, and then began a rapid bobbing up and down on his prick, sinking a little farther with each downward thrust. Soon she was riding him like a pro, letting loose a stream of obscenities and guttural moans. His hands alternated between her ass and her tits, finally settling on roughly grabbing her ass cheeks as he moved his mouth to a nipple. "Bite them," she growled at him as she rocked her pussy back and forth on his cock. He took the rubbery nipple between his teeth and gently bit. "Harder. Harder. I'll tell you when it's too hard," she instructed, and soon he was chewing on her nipples so hard he found it amazing that she was receiving pleasure from what he was doing. But undeniably she was, writhing around on his lap so much that he half expected her to fall off. She stopped momentarily, but only to plant her feet on the couch, squatting over him and then fucking him even harder than she was before. "Oh... God... Oh... fuck... Oh.... My... pussy... good... so good... pussy..." she babbled as she rode his cock to another monstrous orgasm. As she came down from her high she buried him inside of her and dropped to her knees, pressing her body close to his. "That was amazing," she gasped. He smiled at her and cupped her ass in his hands. He loved the way she felt around him, her pussy so hot with desire. She nuzzled into his neck and whispered that she wanted to try something. "Be my guest," he said. She climbed off of his body, standing before him on quivering legs. She motioned for him to scoot further down on the couch, until his buttocks were barely on the edge of the cushion. Then she turned her back to him and stepped closer and closer. Finally she climbed back up on the couch and laid back against his leaning form. "I want to fuck you like this," she whispered as she wrapped her upturned arms around the back of his neck. She arched her hips and he guided his cock inside of her. She used the tips of her feet to slide up and down his shaft, which meant her movements were slow and deliberate. The walls of her pussy clung to Chad's prick and he felt his balls boiling between his legs. Suddenly, the front doorknob turned. Chad and Marie both quickly looked at the door with wide eyes, but Marie never stopped her movements up and down the thick cock buried inside of her. "Hey Chad, I'm bac... Holy shit!", Josh said in shock. Marie glanced over her shoulder at Chad, then turned back to Josh with a smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she spoke. "I'm your new neighbor. I'd offer to shake your hand, but they're both supporting me right now. How about I suck your cock instead?" Josh stared disbelievingly. "Dude, come over here and let her suck your dick," Chad exclaimed. "She's fucking incredible. Get your ass over here!" In a daze Josh walked over to the pair, watching as his friend's cock slid in and out of the attractive woman's wet pussy. He shed his clothes as he walked, and by the time he got to the couch his athletic form was naked. Marie looked up at him. "I can't move my head much in this position," she said. "I want you to fuck my face instead. Don't worry about hurting me. Just grab my head and slowly start fucking my face. After you've done it for a minute or two you can go faster, and I'll let you know if it gets to be too much." Josh nodded, then grabbed her by the hair. His cock had inflated quickly to it's full 7 inches, and as Marie's mouth sank over his mushroom head, he thrust his hips forward, one leg on the floor and the other on the couch. The pair treated her like a rag doll, Josh fucking her face without mercy while Chad tortured her nipples to the point that he thought for sure she would cry out from the pain. Instead she continued to push her pussy against his cock. "Wait, I need to turn around," Marie said. "I can't get any clit stimulation and it's driving me crazy!" She turned around to face Chad again, and slid his thick cock inside her for the third time. Turning her head, she told Josh to fuck her face once more. The trio began to move faster and faster, and Marie had two orgasms in quick succession, the fat cock in her mouth and the longer dick burying itself in her pussy. There was a light knocking from the front door, but none of the three even heard the noise. After a couple of moments, the doorknob turned, and a man entered the front hallway through the door Josh had forgotten to lock. "Hello?," he said in a quizzical tone. "Honey?" The two men immediately stopped and looked up from the woman filled with their dicks, their faces flushing as they stared at the man, who appeared to be in his early 30's, average of build with a polite smile on his face. Marie took Josh's cock from her mouth with a "pop!" and turned to face the man. "Hi darling," he said. "I see you've met the new neighbors." "I have," she said with a smile. "And they're delicious!" "Well, my mom has the kids this afternoon, so if you don't mind I'm just going to see where I can fit in here. Hey fellas, nice to meet you. I'm Darren," he said as he shed his clothes as well. The pair mumbled their names self-consciously as Marie began stroking their cocks with her hand and her pussy. Despite the awkwardness Chad felt at seeing Marie's husband insert himself into their threesome, at the same time he had to admit that this turn of events was turning him on, especially as he watched Darren drop to his knees behind his wife and began caressing her ass. Marie's mouth closed over Josh's cock once more and she began thrusting her hips down on Chad's prick as her husband's hands roamed over he ass cheeks. Fantasies Inc. Pt. 03 "Do you have any lube?", asked Darren. Chad nodded and leaned over to the end table beside the couch. When Marie had told him she might be coming over this weekend he had left nothing to change. The lube's partner was in Chad's nightstand, but he didn't know if they'd even get to the bedroom. Darren squeezed some lube onto his fingers, then began to trace a line up and down the crease of his wife's buttocks. She moaned deep in her throat as his fingers began to penetrate her, first one, then another. "Oh God honey, I can't believe you're going to do this. But I'm ready," she gasped over her shoulder. Darren lined up behind her, squatting down even as she thrust her haunches upward. Chad wasn't going as deep in this position as he was earlier, but his 9 ½ inches left him with plenty of cock to spare. Darren spread his wife's ass cheeks apart and aimed his solid 6 inches at his wife's asshold. The head of his cock slid inside, and Marie moaned loudly. "Oh fuck that feels good!", she cried. "You're filling me up so good!" Darren steadily fed his cock into his wife's back passage, until his balls slapped against the bottom of Marie's pussy. Millimeters away Chad's cock filled her pussy, and Josh had once again taken her head in his hands and was feeding her his dick. The three moved slowly at first, awkwardly trying to find a rhythm, but soon settled into a pace where Darren and Chad were alternating their thrusts, while Josh slow and steadily fucked Marie's mouth. Marie's guttural moaning hadn't stopped, in fact they'd increased to the point that Chad believed she was having one continuous orgasm. He wondered what she'd be saying if her mouth wasn't stuffed full of his best friend's cock, and that thought almost triggered his own orgasm. He began to buck wildly into her, which brought on the loudest moan yet. The vibrations started Josh's orgasm, he quickly pulled out, jacking his cock and shooting his cum on himself and Marie's shoulder. Seeing Josh's cum on his wife's body sent Darren into overdrive, and he began pounding his helpless wife's tight ass. The pair of cocks burying themselves inside of her was still giving Marie one orgasm after another, but with her mouth free of cock the three men heard Marie tell them to fuck her harder, to hurt her, to fuck her as hard as they could. The pair couldn't keep the pace up for long without having their own orgasms, and soon Marie felt the two cocks explode inside her, pulsing in both her pussy and her ass. She screamed in pleasure as she collapsed on Chad's chest, feeling her husband's cock slide out of her ass. "Mmmm," she moaned. "I'm so glad I answered your email, sweetie. And thanks for letting my husband play too." The four quickly dressed to avoid as much post-coital awkwardness as possible. When their clothes were back on, Marie stood and kissed Josh and Chad goodbye, then took her husband's hand as they walked out the door. "Damn," said Josh. That was some crazy shit." "Yeah, it really was," Chad replied. "But I'd do it again. I just have to see if I still have her email" The pair ran into Chad's room and searched his email accounts. Chad found the email he had sent, but the address he sent it to was a blind account at Craigslist, and the ad had expired. Marie had called him on his home phone, not his cell phone, and he had no way of getting her number. As much as the two might want to try her again, Chad realized the sexy woman that had just left his apartment was probably already thinking about her next adventure.