4 comments/ 51567 views/ 1 favorites Heat of the Moment By: curiscp Preface: My wife and I have been happily married for 12 years. Our sexual history has been a gradual escalation of fantasy and experiences always going just a bit farther. We tried pretty much everything a husband and wife can do together and right from the beginning we enjoyed a very active fantasy life. That explains our background and the exciting experiences I want to share, from the very first time to our latest. Chronologically our experiences occurred in this order. Our First: Jeff, originally posted on this forum (1994) Our Second: Jeff, all the way, a mistake (1994) (5 ½ years elapse, most experimentation is on the internet) Our Third: Dillon (Fall 2000) Our Forth: Dillon Again (spring 2001) Our Fifth: Dillon (Spring 2002) My First: Hotel Event (Summer 2002) Our Six: A spontaneous encounter (Winter 2003) * * * * * Our Third Experience: This happened a couple years ago now, in the late summer of 2000. The extent of that experience is what I am writing about today, though it directly leads to further events captured in the next account. . My wife and I are in the secular sense as average as they come, 2 kids, big mortgage and corporate ladder to climb. Like others here we have an excellent and liberated sex life though one we would never discuss this openly with neighbors or friends. My wife (Jackie) is a sexy housewife originally from Germany, voluptuous, 5,8", blond hair, brown eyes, very pretty, great ass, big boobs and very much the sexual equal of my 37 year old lecherous mind and attitudes. Jackie works 3 days a week in the finance depart at a major financial institution in our city, where she had worked fulltime before our children. Her department is very secure, processing the bonds, investments and securities for the company. Once a month an auditor from the head office visits her branch to audit and close the month. Starting in the spring last year a new controller was assigned. I pretty much wrote Dillon off as a typical bean counter, though from the start Jackie liked to work with him because he was not a micro-manager. I met him a couple time picking her up for work and at one of her company functions. Dillon is 45 or so, dark hair, and like myself in reasonably good shape, though afflicted with the mid-waist bulge that plagues most desk jockeys regardless of the time spent in the gym. As I said we had met and he seemed nice enough though I admit we seemed to have an undercurrent of rivalry on who was higher up the corporate ladder. Late in the summer my wife was involved in the annual company golf tournament where the proceeds go to a charity. Open to any chance to golf for free, I had volunteered to be a fill in for cancellations. True to form 2 people did not show up for the second tee of the day at 12: 15 PM so in an effort to fill the 4some Jackie and I joined Dillon and a guy named Tony. Quite frankly my wife is a horrific golfer but she was having fun and we switched carts often depending on where the balls landed though with few beers each Dillon and Jackie did seem to be getting along really well and enjoying more then a few laughs. All in all, despite the heat, we had a great round and were feeling no pain by the time we completed 18. With hours yet till the evening banquet and still the majority of golfers to complete the course Tony took off and Dillon, Jackie and myself decided to retreat to the cool of the clubhouse and quench our thirst with a few more cold ones. I was mildly surprised at my wife's relaxed and flirting attitude around Dillon; after all he was indirectly her boss and a "head-office" guy. As dinner would not begin until at least 8 and Jackie decided we had time to run home so she could shower and change. We asked Dillon if was going to hang out at the golf club or he was welcome to come over to our place until we came back for the dinner. He was glad to come with us, thus a short while later he and I were in sitting in the living room ranting about the common plights of middle management while Jackie ran our 2 kids over to her parents for the night. As soon as she got back she plopped down on the couch saying she needed another beer before she got cleaned up and changed. After the beer I went and made a pitcher of drinks and a snack and another pitcher after that it was apparent that none of us were able to drive back to the golf club for the corporate banquet. Laughing and talking about wherever the conversation took us we continued to snack and drink, mostly drink. The conversation got much more risqué as Dillon told us of a similar corporate event out east where a select group had got smashed, stayed late and ended up going naked in the hot tub. Jackie was very interested in the details of the ladies flashing and then subsequent revealing of the guys as they flashed their goods. I was both surprised and amused when Jackie asked the details of that also, wondering who had the biggest package, was anybody hard, especially as she knew a few of the names. She was obviously drunk enough to have lost any normal inhibitions. Dillon seemed eager to brag that he was the clearly the biggest. At least twice Jackie brought Dillon back to the guys flashing and cocks, saying how she wished she were there and doubting his claim about his being the largest. The exact details of how it went are fuzzy but I clearly remember Dillon asking if she wanted to see for herself so she could decide. She said yes. Things got quiet as Dillon stood up, undid his belt and his pants dropped to the floor, his belt buckle made a funny clank, then he was sliding his boxers down past his knees. Shit, here was this guy, standing in our living room, his pants around his ankles, and my wife obviously staring. Though I could not see her face as she was turned towards him there was no doubt where her eyes where fixed. I couldn't see his cock but I remember thinking how odd it was to see another mans white ass in my family room. "Mmmm very nice" she said, "but it's hard to tell if it's as big as you say" Stepping out of his pants and closer to her Dillon invited her to "help out" if she was so curious. My heart was pounding so hard I could only hear the rush of blood in my ears, and it was hard to breath. Looking past Dillon towards me, my wife and I made eye contact, she didn't say I thing but I understood the question. Staring at her I barely nodded and she looked back at him, her hand reaching up to hold his cock. I could not see directly as her hand and his cock was blocked but I saw him looking down and heard her quiet commentary about his thickness, how hot he felt and other mutterings. Obviously she was stroking him hard and her smile indicated she was enjoying herself. Briefly looking at me, she moved to the edge of the couch, bent forward, her face towards his naked crotch and his sharp intake of breath from him told me that my wife as now tasting another mans cock. As I watched my wife's head move in front of his waist I stood and released my cock and slowly began to stroke it. I made eye contact with Dillon as he looked over his shoulder at me and I was shocked by the smirk I saw. For an instant I felt the rivalry and jealousy that made me want to stop this and kick him out of my home but just then she moaned and made this slurping sound that caused my cock to lurch. I sat down and slowly stroked as I watched my wife suck another man. Dillon had quickly taken off his shirt and was standing only in his socks as he pulled her up and kissed her lightly while pulling her top over her head. Her eyes were closed while he stripped her naked and then stood to run his tongue around her nipples. She was responding and moaning as she ran her hands over his chest, his back and ass and she let out a deep lusty moan as he roughly grabbed her pussy. I am not sure how swingers handle the juxtaposition of fantasy versus reality, that difference between the fantasy lover and the real, less then perfect human body. I was excited, could feel the sexual tension in the air, our fantasy on the verge of happening; yet at the exact same time I couldn't help but notice how ridiculous his ass looked. Pale white cheeks, hairy crack, and still wearing socks so that it was almost comical, yet at the same time the whole situation was full of sexual tension. Dillon moved up from her breasts, attempted to kiss her mouth but Jackie turned her head away not wanting to share a full mouth kiss with him. Un-daunted he kissed down her cheek to her neck causing my wife to moan and pull him close wrapping her hands around and grasping his ass. I could see her grinding against his groin. Stepping away from him, she started to walk towards me, but left her hand on his cock as if to pull him along. "Let's go get comfortable" she said heading towards the stairs up to the bedroom. Dillon pivoted, obviously with her hand holding his cock it was not much of an option and he started to follow her. As her hand dropped off his cock she walked past me, not making eye contact but with a strange look on her face. I looked back to him and for the first time saw the front of his naked body. I quickly checked him out, gazing over his body, noting his skinny chest and arms, the middle age bulge and love handles, the hair on his chest and abdomen, and his obviously hard cock that was point right at me as he started to follow her. As got even with me, he slowed, put his hand on my shoulder and said "You know what she wants don't you". Turning my head, I looked to see that his hand was wrapped around his cock, waggling and gesturing in a self-evident answer to his question. He put a hand on my chair and used the other to pull of his socks then He moved quickly to follow my wife leaving my field of vision. Fuck! He was fucking hung. While not apparent walking towards me his cock waggle on a side profile left no doubt that he was big and very thick. I did not know how big he was but he was clearly larger then I and I am 6 ½ inches and quite thick also. Shook up inside I turned in my chair too see Jackie disappear at the top of the stairs and Dillon's white hairy ass as he followed her. As she disappeared upstairs she called out for me to make her a Gin and Tonic and bring it up! Shit, no wonder this was happening so fast, she was turned on by his big cock! It's hard to say which emotion was stronger, how intensely turned on I felt or the jealously that she really was into a guy just for his cock. To top it off his comment was intended to show me his size. God, I couldn't just sit there, but this was going so fast, did I really want this to happen? Forcing my hard-on to the side I did my pants back up and walked into the kitchen to make a couple Gin and Tonics, then I started up the stairs towards the bedroom. Turing into the bedroom I was first surprised to find it empty until I realized I heard the shower running. Putting the drinks down on the dresser I stepped into the master bathroom to see my wife and her boss, naked under the showerhead sexually soaping each other. I watched, noticing she was trying not to get her hair wet while she soaped and rubbed his crotch and balls. She even told him to turn around as she soaped his ass. Then he basically did the same for her as I leaned against the counter like some forgotten voyeur. Stepping out of the shower she grabbed a towel, threw one to Dillon and then told me to shower off and join them in the bedroom. I stepped into the shower feeling jealous, horny, sick to my stomach but incredibly aroused all at the same time. I took showered fairly quick and stepped out to towel off. After reading all those fantasies or erotic online stories of the husband looking into the bedroom to find the wife in some highly sexual situation I was almost prepared for anything. Except this, my wife was naked across the bed, her legs open, knees up, Dillon's kneeling on the bed, bent over, his face was in between her legs licking her pussy. Of course what I immediately saw was his ass up in the air, cheeks open, and balls hanging, ass pointed at the bathroom door. At that moment this was not the view I wanted, so I walked to the end of the bed enjoying a 360 degree view of my naked wife. Jackie had her eyes closed, her head rolling side to side slowly, moaning in enjoyment. I knelt on the bed and leaned close to her causing her to open her eyes. She smiled at me and bit her lower lip and we kissed as she reached down to grab my cock. "You like what you see" she asked in slurred words as she felt my cock, "I want this so much, let's just enjoy okay?" Smiling back at her I gladly agreed and presented her with my cock as Dillon caused more moans and grunts from my hot wife. Taking my cock in hand she tongued and sucked me for a while, always looking up with her lust filled eyes. Holding my balls she shoved her mouth deep on my cock then pulling off she smirked at me. "I need something bigger" she teased knowing what it would do to me, "come up here you" she addressed to Dillon. I sat back on the edge of the bed while Dillon moved around by her head and presented his hard cock. Making a big show of stroking him and licking his head she kept up her verbal teasing of me, saying things like "I am not sure what to do with a big one like this" … "I have never had a real cock before". I was staring as she spoke and performed, his cock was rock hard, large, wet from her mouth and tongue. God her words alone were like daggers and at the same time like stoking my cock. It was fire and ice in intensity as it slowly dawned on me that she was playing the role. Making our actual fantasies come to life, using the words she had often used during our erotic pillow talk. Dillon was grunting "oh yeah, oh yeah" as she plunged her mouth over the top half of his cock, one hand on his balls. He was watching her intently, one hand playing and tweaking his nipples and the other behind him, apparently holding or fondling his own ass. Jackie kept pushing down harder and deeper, causing her to choke or gag but she seemed lost to it, pleasing his cock, intent on slobbering over his dick. God she was being a slut and I felt like I was going to cum any moment. Running my hands over her ass and legs I was not surprised to find her pussy totally wet, so sliding into position with one of her legs between mine the other in the air I slid my cock into her. She moaned deeply and arched her body to allow deeper penetration and I slowly began to stroke her. As she sucked and licked his cock she ran her hand from his balls underneath towards his ass, discovering his had there, she pulled off and looked up at him and said "What are you doing? I can do that for you!" Looking at me, Dillon gave me that stupid smirk that evolved into a moan as my wife's fingers replaced his behind him. She obscenely used her tongue on his cock and hairy balls as she said "mmm you like that don't you, you like my fingers on your ass?". God that's what she was doing, she was fingering his butt, which means that's what she felt him doing to himself. "Your such a hot slut" he replied, "yeah lick my balls.. enjoy that big cock.. feel my ass baby". That's probably not verbatim but there was an intense amount of verbal communication, dirty talk if you will. Stopping me from fucking her, she pulled her leg to one side and flipped to her back and moved slightly so he could straddle her head, licking his balls and still stroking his cock. I was now in her missionary style, and hardly thrusting as I as slow close to coming, I directed my energy to running my thumb around her clit moving her closer to a huge orgasm. My actions had an unplanned effect.. making her extra horny she did not object as Dillon shuffled forward and reach both hands behind him. Spreading his cheeks open he leaned forward, his faces only a foot from mine and then he moaned "Oh fuck yes, god she is hot… slutty bitch! Yeah tongue my ass, lick my ass slut." Despite being between his legs she obviously could hear his words, as there was parallel between his verbal direction and her actions and his subsequent pleasurable reactions. I couldn't take this anymore, knowing I would cum, so I stopped thumbing her clit pulled out of her. Dillon quickly filled the vacant position as he dropped down in a 69 to eat her. I walked around the other side of the bed to see my sexy wife licking his cock and balls, his ass now a bit out range, but when I came into view she made a show of stretching her neck to lick his ass crack once again. Looking as her as she panted and asked "Did you enjoy that?" "mmmm .. i feel so naughty… I want more.. much more". Pushing him with her hands Dillon rolled off and she spun length wise into the bed. "I want your cock!" she demanded. "Let me feel that big dick in me" then again looking at me she said, "I wanna feel the difference from my husbands, I wanna feel a big one!" Dillon wasted no time in getting between her legs but he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, making her moan and ask him multiple times to fuck her. I stood beside the bed, watching as he slowly slid his cock into my horny wife, and listened as she let out a plaintive moan. "oh yes, so big.. mmm.. so deep. Give it to me.. fuck my pussy.. fuck me hard you bastard. Dillon start to bang her faster.. making sure to thrust as deep into her as possible, "you like this fat cock?" he asked. "Oh yes, god yes" she moaned then looking directly at me again with that naughty glint, "oh its so big.. I can feel the difference.. your cock is bigger then my husbands…!" That did it, standing beside the bed, cock in hand I came. My cock just lurched and shot a big load that partially landed on her, I came so hard almost like being struck.. it was very intense. Seeing me cum, Jackie seemed to go over the edge also and began to roll her head back, moan and yell '" yes yes I am cumming" Orgasm racking her body Dillon too tensed up, arched his back, again with one hand on his nipples and the other back between his ass cheeks, he grunted loudly that he was going to cum. My wife has always been one that loves to feel my cum shoot deep into her versus on her, so she yelled for him "cum in me, make me feel that deep load" allowing his shot to take her to again a deep orgasm. Both of them pulsed and made sexual grunts as he dumped his load in my wife. Slowly they began to stop thrusting, by this time I was sitting on the edge of the bed and Dillon looked like he was going to flop down on top of her but she pushed him away, jumped and ran to the bathroom closing the door behind her. Flopping his side on my bed, Dillon had this huge grin, "Geez hope I didn't hurt her, she might not be used to something this size" he said. "I wouldn't worry about it" I retorted wondering if he was correct. I sat down on the edge of the bed but realized that sitting like that made my now soft cock look even smaller and there was Dillon soft but still looking much bigger. So I leaned back against the headboard. A moment later the bathroom door opened and my wife emerged, absolutely naked, looking radiantly fucked and still wobbly drunk. She grinned as she told us "I really had to go pee, wonder if I have had too much to drink?". They she took the drink I brought upstairs for her off the dresser and downed at least half of it. Still grinning / smiling she plopped her naked body between us on the bed and immediately began to lazily play with both Dillon's and my cocks. "Oh that was wonderful" she advised, giving as both a grin, "a good start … With that she moved down and alternated between my cock and his, slowly sucking, licking and playing with us both. Actually she spent more time examining and enjoying him, but it all fairness he was first new cock she had seen in years. As he got hard again my wife moved around and really got into sucking his hardening cock while he started to finger and play with her pussy and ass. Spreading her ass cheeks he started to probe and touch her asshole, licking his fingertips, teasing her, licking his finger some more. Her moans encouraged him, I watched as he leaned forward and started began to lick and kiss her ass, not hesitating to run his tongue around her bum hole. Heat of the Moment Lifting her mouth from his cock she arched her ass up so he could shove his tongue more deeply in her bum, making her moan again and say to him? "You like that ass…." mmm.. you like ass play huh?" "Fuck yeah, I love it" he replied and then moved a bit more onto his side and lifted one leg so my wife could finger his balls and ass. "Its so fucking hot to feel your tight ass… let me feel your finger in mine do to me what I do to you" he suggested. I could see from my angle my wife push her finger deep into his ass as he shoved his tongue into hers. Taking his cock back into her mouth she started to roughly shove her finger in and out of his ass. After watching this for a few moments I moved over near her and offered her my now hard cock… looking up she smiled and shook her head. "Your turn will come, sit there and watch me.. let me see you jerking off watching me". I wasn't quite sure if she was still performing for my benefit or if she really just wanted the freedom to let herself go with him but at the moment it didn't really seem to matter. She was being the sexy slut I had fantasized about, the hot bitch I often told her would be such a turn on for me, how could I object? Anyway I moved a few feet away, sat in her dressing chair and watched her run her tongue down his shaft, around his balls and then around his ass as she pulled her finger out. As soon as her tongue touched his ass, Dillon just shook and moaned his delight. "Fuck you hot bitch I gotta have this" Pulling away from her he aggressively pushed her face down onto the bed, then he jammed a pillow up under her so her ass was up and then buried his face in her wet pussy and ass. Looking up at me, her hair hanging in her eyes she moaned and put the finger that had been in his ass into her mouth and sucked it like it was my cock. As he devoured her she delighted in sucking her finger and telling him, or me, (it was rather incoherent) to "give it to her".. "eat that pussy", "tongue my ass", "lick me out..". I watched and held back from jerking my cock knowing I would cum again, I wanted to save my load for her wet pussy. Shortly he knelt up and moved up between her legs. "Oh fuck you have such a hot ass you slut" he told her, "I gotta fuck this fat ass baby" He started to pull juices up from her pussy and press it all over her asshole. "Oh yeah, I want that" she said, "let me feel your big cock in there, show Greg how good you can do my ass" He told her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks and then shoved his cock in and out of her pussy a few times, using her juices as lubricant. The unexpected invasion into her pussy caused her to shove her face into the pillow as another minor climax shook her. She pulled her ass cheeks obscenely open as he moved his cock head up against her hole. I stood up and moved closed, I had to see this. Resting on his knees he lined his cock up and then looking up at me, he gave me that stupid grin, licked his lips, and asked, " you want this" "Fuck yes, let me feel it" she moaned. "YOU want this?" he asked again directly to me. She was moaning "Yes Yes" but I knew he was talking to me. I didn't really say anything, but maybe my eyes shook or my head nodded I don't really remember but he smiled and moved forward and in one slow shove pushed his fat cock into her asshole He got about 3 inches into her ass before she flinched and moved her hands to tightly grip the sheets! "Oh my god! Wait WAIT!" She yelled. "Your fucking huge.. go slow" . Dillon started to slowly thrust back and forth, moving slightly in and out of her ass. "FUCK" my wife yelled, "my god, fuck!" I think he was surprised at the force of her words. We both asked almost at the same time; "Are you okay" I asked, "Should I stop? He questioned. "No, no no. Go slow.. but give it to me.. fuck my bitch ass" she sobbed. " I want it, give it to me" As she slowly thrust back against him she asked me to get her vibrator from the night table drawer and started to vibrate her clit and he started to thrust in time with her movements. As soon as she got the vibrator in place she really started to quake and go over the top. She was talking so dirty, telling him to pump her ass, thrust in .. the reservation and demands for gentle fucking were gone. In no time he was pushing the entire length of his cock into her asshole until finally he pushed in deep, his pubic hair against her ass cheeks. Looking at me she asked me " how much more as he got?" "That's it" I told her "Oh god.. then fuck me you bastard… give me that fucking cock" she demanded. For the next while, I don't know how long.. had to be 10 minutes at least I watched in lust, maybe shock, as this guy, her boss fucked her asshole like some porn star. He really banged her hard and she kept asking for it. He was using her ass harder then he had her pussy a while before. Using her vibrator she came a least a couple times, and he was soaked with sweat from the effort. Finally he started fast deep thrusts and leaned back a bit, again one hand started to twist his nipple and the other went behind him as he fingered his asshole. He yelled his was going to cum, she screamed for him to cum and he shook before he collapsed on her back as he shot his load. One hand holding his weight off her the other behind him a couple finger up his own ass. After a moment, panting he flopped to the side, his deflated cock covered in cum and… wetness. Jackie just lay there, moaning quietly, her vibrator somewhere on the bed still on, buzzing the sheets. I realized that sometime in the last few minutes, during the animal heat of the sex they were enjoying I had lost my hard on. Maybe it was I was distracted, maybe because I found the whole thing over the top. I sat beside her on the bed and pulled her hair away from her face and asked if she was okay. She quietly laughed into the pillow and mumbled "what do you think?" All I could think was I don't know, that's why I asked but I didn't say anything else. I got a hand full of Kleenex and pressed it between her ass cheeks and pussy. Realizing the Kleenex box was empty I walked downstairs, got another box, turned off the kitchen lights and locked the front door and made my way back upstairs. When I got back to our bedroom my wife was out like a light, Dillon had thrown the Duvet over her and I could hear the shower running. My balls hurt like hell, I wanted to cum, but she was now asleep and I don't think I could have got hard at the point anyway. Maybe I was in shock, anyway I lay down beside to just cuddle up, she didn't even grunt, she had completely passed out, the drink or the sex or both catching up with her. I slowly drifted off, I heard him close the bathroom door and walk out of the room. I lay there for a while, dozed off a bit and then awoke thinking, jeez there is a stranger in my house. Then this voice in my head laughed, here I was getting panicked about a stranger downstairs, but this was the stranger that had just been naked in our bedroom for the last few hours and had fucked my wife. My god what had we done? Nevertheless, I got up, found my robe and went downstairs. There he was on the couch. He had his shirt and his socks on but was otherwise naked. I guess he just got tired cause he was half slumped on the couch sleeping, only half dressed. I went over to him and shook him awake. While he finished struggling his pants on I called him taxi. He disappeared into the downstairs bathroom for a few minutes and then he joined me at the entrance as I watched for the taxi. We stood there in silence for a bit, me in my housecoat, him dressed for the back 9 on Saturday morning. "You have no idea do you" he asked. "Sorry?" "You have no idea how much she wanted that do you" he asked with a sarcastic tone "Yeah I do and I think you're the one who has no idea how lucky he his" I replied and stepping into his space I growled " so you better go and forget this ever happened. You ever say anything about this, you luck will run out". Starring at me, he smirked. The taxi pulled up, he looked out the door at the cab, paused and then back at me. "Greg, thanks for a great evening. I can assure you have nothing to worry about" he offered. Then he stepped forward, hugged me, and before I could react he grabbed my ass and squeezed. Stepping away and opening the door he smirked again, "besides, why would I ruin a good thing? You don't think were done here do you?" He closed the door and walked straight to the taxi and was gone. I locked up, closed the lights and crashed beside my wife in bed. Heat of the Moment My lover, a handsome brown haired man named Johnny, pushed me into the bedroom. He had me sit on the edge of the bed, all while running his soft hands over my body. I felt him rub my cock through the fabric of my pants, and I groaned. He fell to his knees, unbuttoned my jeans, tugged at the edge of my pants, and quickly they were removed entirely. He reached out and rubbed my hardened length trough the thin fabric of my boxers. I gave a grunt of pleasure as he massaged it slowly. He looked up at me and grinned mischievously before pulling my boxers down. Johnny wrapped his hand around the base of my dick and began to pump up and down. I shuddered at the warmth of his hand. He stopped, leaned his head in, and blew on the purpled head. "Enough," I muttered quietly. I gave him a hard look. "Stop fooling around. Do it." "Whatever you say, baby," he whispered in a sultry voice. He flicked his tongue out and licked the tip of my penis, lapping up the drop of precum that was on my weeping tip. He pushed my cock up slightly, and licked me from the base to the very tip. I groaned in pleasure. When he reached the tip, he wrapped his mouth around just the head of my member. He placed a hand on my balls and massaged them gently, and then lowered his head until he had covered my penis as completely as he could. The heat of his mouth was like a furnace. He was so hot and so warm; I resisted the urge to buck my hips hard into his mouth. Then, slowly, far too slowly for my tastes, he began to move his head up and down, covering my cock in saliva. He quickly increased the rate of his bobbing, moving up and down my length with speed. His approach to sucking cock was very animated - he didn't just move up and down, he twisted his mouth as well, which was much more pleasurable. Consumed with lust, I grabbed the back of his head and began to rock my hips slowly. He stopped moving his head and let me facefuck him. He was entirely too good - he knew how to deep throat, and didn't gag as the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat again and again. I felt the pressure build up in my cock - there, in my balls, then moving up into the base of my cock. "Johnny," I grunted, "I'm gonna come. What do you-" I groaned loudly. "Can I come on you...?" He nodded slightly. I felt my pleasure increase; I liked to come on his face. It was dirtier, naughtier, and in my opinion, sexier - but he usually didn't let me. My thrusts increased in rapidity, and I felt myself nearing orgasm. "Ah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna come -!" I thrust hard one final time before pulling out from the heat of his mouth and jerking myself quickly. My seed sputtered forth. A thin line of the white stickiness hit his cheek; he opened his mouth and I shot my load into his mouth. Almost spent, the last spurt of my ejaculation fell onto his chest. I exhaled heavily. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. I looked down at him, at my Johnny, covered in my pearly ejaculate. He swallowed what I had shot into his mouth before looking up at me and smiling. He stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I've got to go...clean up." He gave a sexy, naughty grin. He moved close to me and whispered into my ear, "And when I get back, get ready for some action." He grabbed my butt and gave it a squeeze. "I can hardly wait," I murmured back. Johnny moved off to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I jumped onto the bed, resting on it. I knew exactly what Johnny had in store; we had gone through this routine a number of times. After giving me a blowjob, he'd come back, lube in hand, rub some on his dick and my asshole, and then fuck me, hard and fast. I shivered in anticipation. I took deep breaths, trying to get ready, as well as recover from the intense orgasm he'd just given me. After a few minutes, Johnny returned, and sure enough, a bottle of AstroGlide was in his hands. I got on all fours and waggled my ass in the air suggestively. With a growl he leapt onto the bed. He squeezed out the lube onto one hand. He rubbed some onto the weeping head of his dick before placing two lube-covered fingers on my asshole. I clenched up initially at the coldness, but then let him push his fingers into me. I moaned as I felt him cover me in the gel, stretching me, preparing me... Suddenly, he pulled his hands away. I looked over my shoulder and gave a pout of disapproval, but he just shook his head. "Sorry, lover, I'm not in the mood for foreplay tonight." He capped the bottle shut and discarded it over the side of the mattress. He then reached forwards, grabbed my hips, and guided himself towards my anus. I shivered as I felt the tip brush my hole; he pushed slightly, and he entered me slowly. He pushed and pushed and pushed until he was all the way in. I gasped in pleasure. I told him, from the first time we had sex, that he had the largest cock I'd ever seen: over eight inches, and quite fat too. His length was so warm, filling me to the brim. He pulled out slightly before pushing back in. He repeated this process again and again - pulling out, pushing in - until he had built up speed and was slamming into me fast. He gripped my hips hard. "You like that, huh?" he grunted out, in between thrusts. He always liked to talk dirty when he fucked me. "You fucked my mouth, but - uh! Now I fuck your ass. You like that? You like it when I fuck your tight little ass?" He thrust harder and harder. "Oh yes..." I groaned. He was hitting my g-spot over and over. "Oh God! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass..." I moaned to him. He slapped my ass. "Yeah, you like that...oh, you like that. Uh!" He pounded me relentlessly, fucking me as hard as he could. I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I thrust back against him, trying to drive him even deeper into me. I felt myself nearing another orgasm. I reached a hand up and began stroking my member while he pounded my ass. "Ah, shit, baby!" he cried. "I'm gonna come!" "Come in my ass, Johnny, come in my ass!" I called at him. "Ah! Here it is! You want my load?" "Yes!" "Here it is!" He thrust twice more before he spurted into me. I felt the heat of it - of his come - flow into me, fill me up, spill over the sides of my asshole - and I was pushed to orgasm as well. I jerked myself quickly, and with a cry of pleasure, came hard, covering my hand and the bed sheets with semen. My knees buckled, and I collapsed. Johnny fell on top of me, still inside me. "Leave it in," I whispered to him. "It feels nice." Johnny groaned. "Whatever you say, doll." He smiled at me over my shoulder. "I love you." "I love you too." We both fell asleep. Heat of the Moment "Do you know," Margo said as they entered the restaurant, "that I think this is the first time I've actually seen you wear a suit?" Tom chuckled. "Now that's not true. Remember Jack and Cassie's wedding? I dressed nice for that. Well...at least for the ceremony. I figure I throw 'em the reception, I get to dress however I want for it." The two of them headed up to the maitre'd, and Tom said, "Reservation for Ballard, party of two." The maitre'd looked down at his little list. It was very full; reservations at 'Joi de Cuisine' had to be booked at least a month in advance. Margo had been totally floored when Tom had mentioned that he'd gotten them a table--really, who wouldn't be at least a little surprised when their boyfriend came back from the depths of the South American jungle and announced they were going to a fancy restaurant? But between cell phones and the Internet, nowadays even Darkest Peru wasn't as far away as it used to be. Tom had booked the table before he'd even gotten back to Lima. "Right this way, sir," the maitre'd said, gesturing elegantly as they headed into the restaurant. The whole place was a marvel of understated grace, with soft lighting that made the candles on each table really glow, and soft music--not from loudspeakers, either. They had an actual in-house string quartet. "This is lovely," she whispered to Tom as they headed to their table. "Absolutely lovely." She felt almost reverent as they sat down. "You didn't need to do it, you know. Six months of only seeing you through a webcam, and I'd have been satisfied with pizza and beers on the couch." Tom grinned. It was nice to see that grin in full resolution. "We'll have plenty of time for pizza and beers, honey. We brought back a nice haul of pieces from the dig; it's probably going to take at least a year just to catalog it all and get it ready for display. You won't have to worry about me tramping out into the jungle again anytime soon." She reached a hand across the small table and squeezed his own. "I don't worry about that, Tom. I knew when I first met you that this was your passion. It's a part of who you are, and I love that person. That smart, funny, handsome, fabulously wealthy, great-in-bed person," she said with a grin. Tom breathed a mock sigh of relief. "Glad 'fabulously wealthy' came in fourth," he said. "Mind you, it did come in ahead of 'great in bed'..." Margo winked. "It's been six months, I might have forgotten a few of the details. Play your cards right tonight, and it might climb that list." The two of them were still laughing at that when their waitress arrived. "Bonjour, m'sieur et madame," she said in a slight accent that suggested she wasn't faking her knowledge of French. "My name is Nicolette, and I will be your waitress for the evening. Your chef for the evening is Monsieur Edgard LaMarche, and he wishes you both to know that he greatly looks forward to preparing your meal. Tonight's hors d'ouvres are done in the style of the Cote d'Azur, and include bouillabaisse, ratatouille, soupe au pistou, and salade niçoise." Margo ordered bouillabaisse, Tom chose soup au pistou, and then the complex process of choosing a main course began. All in all, it took almost five minutes before everything was settled (counting the time it took to consult with the sommelier on an appropriate choice of wine), and they were finally alone together again. "Now where were we?" Tom asked. "I remember it being something about being great in bed..." Margo sighed theatrically. "Six months away, and that's all you can talk about?" She paused. "No, wait. That actually makes sense. Seriously, though," she said as they fought down another round of giggles, "I presume you're happy with the trip? You seemed to be full of excitement every day down there." "Oh, we found some amazing pieces. I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that the Collection might now be the largest repository of Incan artifacts in the world." Tom always just called it 'the Collection', but it was really more of a privately-owned museum. Mind you, that was Tom all over. Any other rich guy with a passion for Incan culture would lock it all away in a mansion and gloat over it in the middle of the night, but her boyfriend opened his own museum and showed the pieces to everyone he could drag through the doors. "In fact," he said, "there's one particular piece I wanted to show you tonight." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small case. "It's very rare," he said as he opened it to reveal a gold ring. "Not a lot of Incan metalwork survives, it was all melted down by the conquistadors for the gold and silver. But we found a cache of hidden jewelry. Probably some rich woman, stashed 'em someplace when the soldiers came and didn't survive to get them back out." Margo looked closely at the ring. It was an unusual design, a stylized woman with wide, swelling hips and... "Exactly how many breasts is this woman supposed to have?" she asked, slightly nonplussed. "That's Mama Allpa," Tom said with a salacious grin. "She was a minor deity in the pantheon, sort of a pagan love goddess. Only back then, they weren't exactly shy about what they meant by 'love'. Mama Allpa was all about sex, a good old-fashioned 'be fruitful and multiply' sort of gal." Margo looked at the ring again. It was actually very beautiful, once you got past the multiple breasts thing. Whoever had made it had given the piece a sort of primal beauty, raw and elemental in its celebration of...well, lust. There was no other word for it, really. Just the lines of the figure suggested sex. Margo suspected it wouldn't look nearly as pretty once Tom put it on display; the flicker of the candlelight played off of the worked metal in a way that made Mama Allpa seem to sway her hips just slightly in a sort of sensuous dance. Museum lighting wouldn't have the same effect. A shame, really. "It's beautiful," she said quietly. Tom took it out of the box. "A lot of women wouldn't appreciate something like this," he said quietly, deep emotion in his voice. "Guess that's one of the things I love about you. You can see the beauty I see when I look at these artifacts." Margo smiled shyly and started to speak, but Tom held up his hand. "You know," he continued, unknowingly echoing Margo's thoughts, "I don't really think this piece would look as good in the Collection, under the lights. I think it's really meant to be worn. I know it makes kind of a funny engagement ring, but would you like to wear it for me?" Margo was so stunned by the suggestion that she just 'try on' a priceless Incan artifact that she almost missed the other part of his comment for a second. But only for a second. "Engagement ring?" she said breathlessly. Tom nodded. "We've been living together for three years now--well, two and a half, if you don't count the time I've been down in the middle of nowhere digging for pottery fragments. But I figure you've managed to put up with that, and you're still enough in love with me that you came out to a fancy French restaurant the day I got back. I think maybe it's time we made it permanent." Margo blinked back a tear. "Oh, Tom, I'd...I'd love to marry you, I..." She extended a hand, and he slipped the Incan ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, like it had been made just for her. "I don't know what to say, I..." The emotion just swelled up in her heart like water behind a dam, the joy building up inside her until she just couldn't contain it anymore. She shoved the small table aside, practically knocking it over in her haste, and embraced Tom tightly, showering him with kisses. "Well, I knew you'd be happy," Tom said in between passionate kisses, "but I didn't expect...I...honey, we're in public, we should wait just a little..." She'd curled up in his lap, now, continuing to lock lips with him while her fingers roamed over his chest, undoing a few buttons so that she could slip a hand into his shirt and feel his flesh against her fingers. It just felt so good, so magical and wonderful that she didn't ever want to stop, and she shifted position so that she was straddling his hips in the chair. Tom could feel it too, she could tell. As they kissed, as she touched, she could hear it in his voice as he tried to talk. "We...oh, that feels so...oh, yes, right there...we should, oh...we should go, find..." She heard the naked desire growing in his voice, even as she felt the naked desire stirring through his clothes where her crotch met his. "Find a...room, or a...oh, fuck, yes, oh god oh fuck...yes, touch me there..." His hands wrapped around her back, now, roaming over the expanse of skin exposed by her evening gown and finding that it wasn't enough. She felt him tugging at her dress, and she wriggled her body to help expose more of her body to his touch. Margo had never felt anything like this before, this boiling, furious delight that seemed to fill her up from her toes all the way up to the very top of her skull. She thought that she and Tom had always enjoyed a healthy sex life, but the magic of the evening seemed to have taken it to a whole new level. She fumbled at his zipper, not wanting to look down because that would mean that she had to stop nuzzling at his chin and neck. She was distantly aware of disapproving murmurs around them, but she didn't care. They could smooth things over with the restaurant later, right now she just wanted to...to...she pulled Tom's cock out of his pants, already stiff and hot under her fingers, and slid aside her panties to allow it entrance to her needy cunt. Once he was inside her, it was even better. Tom had long ago stopped trying to talk, he was just panting and moaning in time with her own gasps of ecstasy as he thrust up into her and she thrust down onto him and...and... "Excuse me?" There was a dignified cough behind them, a discreet 'ahem' that suggested just a trifling matter, but one that needed to be discussed. Margo turned her head to see Nicolette standing just a bit off to the right, staring at them with a look that mixed fascination, shock, and urgent worry. "Hello," Nicolette said. She seemed a little lost for words. "I, um, I don't wish to interrupt you..." She wasn't. Margo might have managed to tear her mouth away from Tom's lips (and neck and chest), but she hadn't stopped pumping her hips up and down for even a second. "I, just...I, um..." Nicolette continued to stammer, watching Margo's breasts bounce up and down as she rode her fiancé with an intensity they'd never felt before. Margo's dress had slid clean off of her shoulders during Tom's energetic fondling, leaving her tits wonderfully exposed to Tom's eyes, and Margo suddenly found that she didn't mind at all that she was giving Nicolette an eyeful. She was just so hot right now, so filled with passion that she wanted nothing more to do than to share it with someone. Anyone. Everyone. "I, I'm sure you're...I mean, we have...I just, I have to ask you..." Nicolette trailed into silence, watching the two of them fuck. Margo's dress had ridden up around her hips now, exposing smooth expanses of leg to go with her taut stomach and gorgeous tits, and Margo moaned loudly as she felt Tom cum inside her. She couldn't stop, though, she just kept riding him, and his cock didn't even soften for a second as they kept fucking. "I have to ask...to ask..." Nicolette's eyes went vacant for a moment as she watched them fuck, following the motion of Margo's body. "Can I join you?" she blurted out suddenly. Without even speaking a word, Margo grabbed Nicolette's blouse and pulled the other woman towards them, dragging her down into a passionate embrace. The motion overbalanced the chair, and suddenly all three of them spilled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Margo took the opportunity to kick her panties off--they were only getting in the way anyway, on a magical, sensuous night like tonight--and got back on top of Tom, who'd shucked his pants off just as quick. Nicolette stripped now, too, uncertain for a moment of where to join in, but Tom took her hand and guided her down into a kneeling position over his face. That was just perfect for Margo. She was face to face with Nicolette now, riding Tom's cock, and she could just...matching thought to action, she leaned forward and gave Nicolette kiss after slow, suckling, lingering kiss on those perfect breasts. Nicolette groaned, and Margo smiled around her nipple...she'd been with Tom long enough to know exactly what his tongue must be doing to that girl. Margo felt like the three of them had merged into a single being, joined in bliss. Nicolette supported her as she suckled, mostly by holding her breasts and running her thumbs over Margo's nipples, and Tom had as much as he could handle. Out of the corner of her eye as she switched from one breast to the other, she saw other diners begin to join in, and it felt inexpressibly wonderful to know that their shared passion was inspiring others to make love as well. The whole room just felt tinged with that same utter need, and it didn't surprise Margo at all that she felt Tom spurt inside her again. She knew somehow that this night was so special, so wonderful that Tom would be inspired to new heights of performance. Sure enough, he didn't stop pumping into her for even a second. Margo was losing track of her own orgasms by then; they just seemed to keep coming, never really stopping. One mind-blowing orgasm just seemed to flow into the next as the pleasure ebbed and flowed, pumped and throbbed... She almost felt disappointed when she heard Nicolette murmur, "Not enough...need cock..." The girl's French accent got thicker when she was horny, which stimulated Margo even more, but there was nothing she could do for her. As much as she wanted to pleasure Nicolette, Margo couldn't even imagine sliding off of Tom's cock for even a second, let alone the amount of time it would take to truly give Nicolette the fucking she undoubtedly wanted. Luckily for the three of them, the maitre'd showed up right around then. He grabbed Nicolette's shoulder and pulled her away from Margo's mouth, shouting, "Nicolette! What has gotten into you? I told you to...to..." The rest of the sentence died in his mouth as Nicolette unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, slipping it into her mouth. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and Margo knew that same expression had to be on her own face. It looked wonderful. Within seconds, Nicolette had slid off of Tom's face and pulled the maitre'd on top of her, guiding his cock into her cunt, and Margo watched in a haze of pleasure as the two of them fucked right next to Tom and her. All around her, she could see people coupling, a riotous orgy of wonderful, glorious, amazing sexual delight. The string quartet had dropped their instruments and taken to strumming on each other's naked skin, the other patrons had adopted a new dress code that went a step beyond casual, and even the kitchen staff, who had come out to see what was going on, had begun to explore each other's bodies. Margo just let her eyes wander as her mind drifted from orgasm to orgasm, feeling like she was at a permanent plateau of endless pleasure as Tom came inside her again. It felt like it was never going to end, and certainly Margo felt like she never wanted it to. Tom just kept thrusting into her, his reserves of stamina somehow endless, and Margo just kept working his cock, feeling it pulse and throb inside her, knowing that this was so wonderful, so special, so magical of an evening that it only seemed right that they fuck like they'd never fucked before, fuck forever, fuck so perfect and hot and oh, yes...she felt Tom cum inside her again, a fourth time... And stop. Almost instantly, the energy seemed to desert them both. She felt Tom's cock diminish and soften even as she slumped forward onto him. She felt like she'd just run a mile, and the look on Tom's face told her he felt the same way. All around them, they heard the sound of heavy breathing slowly diminish, and Margo saw people frantically dousing a few small fires that had broken out where candlesticks had toppled over. After a moment, they all looked at each other. The room filled with the world's biggest awkward silence. ***** "Well," Margo said as she slipped off her dress, now safely back in their shared house, "this one might be an awkward one to explain to the dry cleaners. 'Sorry, the sweat and cumstains got there because I was under the influence of a pagan sex goddess.'" Tom winced. He'd been walking a little funny ever since they got dressed; the spell seemed to have taken a bit more out of him than it had her. It probably would have been even harder on him if he hadn't had six months of pent-up sexual energy to work off. "It could have been worse. If that...spell, whammy, whatever it was...hadn't hit everyone in the restaurant, we'd probably be explaining ourselves to the cops instead of the dry cleaners." Margo nodded, slumping onto the bed. They'd had to grab dinner at a McDonald's on the way home; after what had happened, the restaurant had closed early. They hadn't even gotten their soup course (although Nicolette had slipped Margo her phone number on their way out.) "Lucky nobody knew it was our fault, really. Everyone was so embarrassed about what they'd done to each other, they didn't have time to be pointing fingers at us for starting it all." She frowned. "I suppose the bishop and the nun had it the worst, really." Tom snorted. "Far as I'm concerned, any bishop who's going to $500 French restaurants is probably schtupping someone on the side anyways." He sat down on the bed with his own tiny grunt of soreness. "So, honey...understand, I'm not having any second thoughts about the engagement, or anything, but...about the ring? I was thinking maybe you should only wear it on, um...special occasions. I don't know what finally made it stop, but I think if I'd have had to go on much longer, they'd have had to drag me out of there in an ambulance." Neither one of them had any doubts that it was the ring, even for a moment. They weren't big believers in magic or anything, but...what else could it have been? Margo looked down at the ring on her finger, watching the way it gleamed as she turned her hand slightly. "I think I know what made it stop," she said quietly. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, the same trick that made the figure seem to dance, but Mama Allpa seemed to be winking at her. "I think it should be safe for about nine months or so. Although I won't find out for sure for another few weeks." "Nine months? Why...oh." Tom put his arm around her. Margo snuggled up to him, in a decidedly non-sexual but very content sort of way. "Let's just say that I'm glad I wasn't on the pill, or we'd probably still be fucking right now." Tom sighed. "Guess we better plan that wedding quick, then. Lucky you're marrying someone so rich--a little money here and there can sure help move things along." "Great in bed, smart, funny, handsome, and fabulously wealthy," Margo said. "I knew I picked a good man." "'Great in bed' seems to have moved up the list," Tom said with a grin. She held up the hand with the ring on it and wiggled her fingers. "Seems only fair. Tonight was...magical." THE END