12 comments/ 54119 views/ 18 favorites How It Happened By: fullchoketubes We were going out to a party out of town. We would be spending the night so that the one hour drive wouldn't become a DUI waiting to happen, or something worse. The event was an annual appreciation dinner for clients of my company's business insurance provider. My wife and I had gone last year and had a moderately good time. I thought we had to go as a good business decision and besides, it was better than staying home. How little did I know at the time how prophetic that thought was! We are in our mid-forties and are attractive people. My wife has a sexy curvy body without being a BBW. Her big breasts and pretty face are her best assets. I am a workout warrior and hence am husky and muscular. I am not a thick tree trunk kind of guy but I am as strong as anybody you know and fitter than most. I am fairly handsome also. We fight middle age spread and manage to keep it mostly at bay. Our sex life has inevitably slowed down as time catches up with us. I am vocal and imaginative when it comes to sex and my wife, while possessing neither quality in abundance, likes to follow my lead and generally enjoys our sex. My favorite thing in sex is to fantasize erotic situations and tell my wife about them. If she is in the least bit horny the stories will excite her further and we have really good sex. I suppose I have been doing this for about seven or eight years now. My favorite scenario is another sex partner for her or me, usually her. It turns me on tremendously to fantasize about her getting seduced against her will and ultimately surrendering her charms to another man through sheer lust. Seeing or hearing her married, wet pussy and big tits getting used by another man would probably make me cum in my pants! Even hearing about it later from her would provide me with an enormous thrill. These thoughts turn her on also, but she has only acted on them once. More on that later. She is content to let me tell her about a story I read or a thought I had or some such thing. She would have to be seduced or dominated in some way in order for it to ever happen again in real life, but I don't think it would take a great deal of effort to get in her pants. The right situation just hasn't come up again. Until the party. The party was being held at a Holiday Inn motel. Several meeting rooms had been opened up jointly to accommodate the 100 plus guests and a band was playing on a makeshift stage. The night of the party we had checked into our room and changed clothes. My wife was looking particularly hot. A nice dress and her beautiful face and sexy body combined to make her a head turner as we circulated and chatted with friends and business acquaintances. We were both feeling good and a little loose from the numerous drinks we had downed. I had fucked her hot pussy before we left our house and she was glowing and happy from that also. I was thinking of the good sex I was going to get from her tonight because events like this always made her horny and very fuckable later. Anyway, she had left me about 15 minutes previously to chat with somebody she spotted and I had lost track of her. I noticed her as she approached me and she had a peculiar look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling. As she made her way to my side she asked if we could talk somewhere quiet. "Sure," I said and we headed over to a relatively secluded corner of the room. "What is it?" I asked. "You won't believe who is here," she hissed at me. "Who?" "Brad." "As in Brad?" I asked her. She nodded her head. "Did you talk to him?" I asked. "I said hello and then we kinda got pulled in different directions before either of us could say anything else." The look on her face was one of anxiety and .... something else. Brad was my wife's one and only lover. It had happened several years ago at her previous job. They had been flirting at work for months. He was an outside sales rep and she was his inside sales rep. I encouraged her in it and the intensity of our sex during those several months was unmatched. She would tell me of their phone conversations, each one pushing a little more into phone sex, and I would lick or rub her clit or nipples or both until she had a crashing orgasm. Then I would fuck her and use her body for my pleasure. Each time I would egg her on and tell her of the things he would probably like to do to her. Their day finally came when she was sent to his territory on a three-day training session. Part of her duties were to accompany her outside salesman and meet their mutual customers, none of whom she had ever met in person. When she first got word of the impending trip our nightly sex was mind-blowing as we discussed the possibilities. I wanted her to have fun and do anything she wanted, as long as I heard all about it later. Each night I would strip her naked and take her to bed. She would start out a little hesitant but within 5 minutes of caressing and kissing and fantasizing she would be promising to "let him take anything he wanted, just please please please keep rubbing (or sucking or licking or fucking) right.... there...." and then she would be off on multiple orgasms. I would follow soon after. As it turned out, their actual sex was disappointing because he couldn't perform through nervousness and then their scheduling got off and they couldn't get much private time. She did however, get several orgasms from rubbing her hard little clit while he sucked and bit and pinched her thick nipples. But they never had the great sex they were counting on. They both felt guilty afterwards, she changed jobs a few months later, and that was the end of the story. But I knew the passion still burned somewhere in her. "Why is he here, is he here with anyone?" I asked. She said she didn't know. I asked, "Where is he?" "Over there by the double door." I had never seen him and really didn't want to in one way but in another, more perverse way I did. I looked over by the doors and saw a tall guy that must have been him because she had told me he was tall and just regular looking. "Did you get any feelings talking to him once again?" I asked. My wife had had a lot to drink already and she had been horny all night. I was wondering if her lowered inhibitions were coming into play at all. "Maybe," she answered evasively. "What if I did? It was nice seeing him. You always got more out of that whole deal than I did anyway," she continued. Her typical feminine logic was operating and impossible for me to follow. I thought hard for a moment. With a flash of insight and in a sudden rush of excitement I leaned in close to her sexy ear and asked, only half-jokingly, "Is your pussy getting wet from seeing him?" She was quiet for the longest time. And then, just when I thought she wasn't going to answer me, she sighed and turned to look away from me. I was slightly stunned when she answered in a hoarse whisper, "Maybe a little." I couldn't help myself. I first looked around and then, after seeing nobody obviously looking in our direction, I placed my hand on her mound, through her dress. She moaned lightly and I realized my wife was indeed very turned on! What was going on in her mind right now I wondered? I knew I had to feel her pussy! Looking around again I moved my hand up and under the front of her dress and with two fingers felt the moist folds of her sex. She was very, very wet and willingly stood there while I fingered her in a corner of a large and noisy, busy room. I knew the next step was up to me. She would never initiate anything on her own. But what did I want? I whispered to her, "What are you going to do?" "What do you want me to do?" she grunted out jerkily as my fingers sawed against her steaming hot pussy and nudged her clitoris with each movement. She was still looking away from me I noticed. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them. And then I said what I probably knew I would say all along. "I want your hot mouth sucking my cock right now but that isn't going to happen in here." I whispered to her. "Go on over to Brad and talk to him. Don't tell him I'm here. Tell him I had to leave unexpectedly and you're here all alone. See what he says." "Okay," she said and just like that she left my side and headed across the room. I honestly hadn't thought she would go, or at least not so willingly. My heart was pounding and I could feel my face flush. I wasn't sure why I didn't want Brad to know I was here, maybe because I didn't know my own feelings too well at this point. Did I really want to give my wife to another man to use, I wondered? How would I feel if he did? If she did? I headed to the bar to get a drink, all the while trying not to be obvious as I watched her make her way through the crowd. About two weeks later that my watch said took only 30 minutes she was back. "Brad is here with one of his friends. They are sharing a room here at the motel. His buddy was invited to the party. His friend's wife is sick so he invited Brad. Brad's wife is at home." she told me quietly. On a hunch I asked, "Is this the friend he used to tell you about, the one that Brad wanted you to fuck also?" This little tidbit of their conversations she had only told me about a year or so ago. She had related that initially she had told Brad no way, but after several hot conversations along the same line she had finally agreed his friend could watch. The idea that my wife would agree to even that had propelled me through several wonderful orgasms in the ensuing weeks when I would ask her again about it while pumping her willing pussy. I couldn't bring any of this stuff up very often however, as too frequent or persistent questioning on my part would backfire when my wife would suddenly get angry and give me a "that's all you ever want to talk about!" That would always put a damper on the festivities. "Yes. His name is Brian. It's weird to meet him. This whole thing is freaky," she said. She had been drinking a lot and I noticed her speech was slightly slurred, or was it from excitement? "Well, we can leave if you want. I'm so turned on I could fill you with a gallon of cum," I whispered to her. "What are you feeling?" I then asked. She said, " I am so horny I can't stand it. You should have seen the way his friend was looking at me! I know Brad must have told him all about me, and about fucking me." "Ooohhhh," I said. I couldn't stop myself as I asked, "Is my wife thinking of sharing her hot married pussy? With two horny men who want you? Would you act like a little married slut if you could? You sure have the opportunity tonight don't you?" I looked straight into her eyes. I was really on dangerous ground here but the intense excitement was intoxicating. Her eyes were shining with a strange light and my lips felt swollen and I could barely talk. "I would love to fuck Brad right now," she finally said after a short pause. Then, "His friend will probably want me too." She looked searchingly into my face, waiting for an answer I think, or maybe permission. I said all I could think of. "Then do it baby. Just come back to me afterwards. Bring your swollen pussy to me after they are done with you and I will fuck you until you can't walk." Then I added, "Don't forget your room key." "I have it in my purse ," she said quietly. "I can't believe we're doing this," she added, in a conspiratorial whisper. She hesitated for maybe half a minute and then she left my side and started walking back across the room. I was swimming with feelings after she left my side. How stupid could you be, I wondered? I went straight to the bar, a little nervous that I might bump into them before they left the room. I had little doubt that they would be leaving very soon. So I was careful as I worked my way through the crowd. We knew only a small percentage of the people at the party so I wasn't particularly worried that someone would spot my wife with another man (men?). I hung around a little while, got mildly engaged in a few conversations and when asked where my wife was answered that she was somewhere around. I couldn't focus on anything of course, and my cock was threatening to bust through my zipper every time I started to think about what we were doing. I gave up the charade of pretending I was interested in the party after about an hour and headed up to our room. She wasn't in there yet and for some reason that made me feel sad, scared, and excited all at the same time. I undressed and lay on the bed naked. The urge to masturbate was overpowering. I wanted to save my cum but I couldn't. I pictured my wife getting fucked in numerous possible ways and with just a few strokes of my hand my swollen cock poured out cum like a garden hose. I moaned in ecstasy as my seed spilled over my hand and down my shaft and onto my wrist. I was shaking and gasping with one of the best climaxes of my life! I was just thinking of getting up and fetching a towel (a bath towel!) when the sudden ring of my cell phone startled me. I picked it up with my left hand, the one without cum all over it. "Hello," I asked/said in a deliberate manner. I was still coming down from my orgasm. "Baby, it's me," my wife said on the other end. She sounded .... what, I wondered? I couldn't tell. "How are you? Where are you? Are you all right?" All three questions were asked in one breath. "I'm in my room at the motel," she answered deliberately. "I'm sorry you couldn't make it, it was pretty boring without you." It took me a minute to comprehend what she was saying, and all that she was implying. I could also hear a strange tremor in her voice, as if she were distracted or preoccupied. "Did you do any dancing?" I asked. "Yes, a little." There was a definite huskiness in her voice and something else. Then I had it! She was being pleasured in some way while she was talking to me! She was being fucked slowly or her sweet pussy was being eaten, I was sure of it. I grabbed my cock, which once again was rock hard. I could hear faint breathing in the background, and it wasn't her. Then suddenly, "I have to go now baby, I just wanted to check in. I'll...I'll talk to you later. Somebody... somebody's at the door," she practically gasped in a strained voice. And with that the connection was broken. How long I lay back in bed I don't know. My erect cock threatened to cum without me but I managed to ignore it. Eventually I heard a key in the door and she entered the room. I had only turned on one light so the room was fairly dim. Even in the dim light however, I could see her obvious excitement and also a certain reluctance. "How're you doing?" she asked quietly as she approached the bed. I thought I could smell sex on her. "Good, but too hot to last. Come here," I ordered her. She approached the bed. I sat up on the edge, my erection straining out in front of me. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked quietly. "Turn around." She did as I directed. I unzipped her dress and slid it off her shoulders. The smell of semen and sex was definitely strong now. I turned her back around facing me and raised her bra up over her breasts. She just stood quietly, letting me do whatever I wanted. Her nipples were dark and swollen. There were red blotches on her breasts. Somebody had used her, there was no doubt. I pulled her dress up to her waist. I reached my hand in between her legs and was amazed at the wetness there. She finally spoke. "I have been very naughty. I let Brad and Brian fuck me as much as they wanted." "Did you like it baby? Did they like your little pussy?" I was panting with lust and finger fucking her slippery, hot pussy. Juices were running down my hand. "I have never felt anything like it baby." I stood and pulled her dress back up over her head and off of her. She never wears panties and I had her bra off in a jiffy. Then I pushed her to her knees on the floor next to the bed. "Suck my cock for a minute baby," I muttered. "I need your mouth, then I want to hear more." She obediently began sucking as I sat on the edge of the bed. The intensity was too much and I almost instantly began cumming in her mouth. "Oh god... yes...yes...suck all my cum, you little slut." I poured myself out into her willing mouth. I reached down and pinched and rolled her nipples as she finished off the last of my seed. I could tell she winced a little as I brought pain to her abused nipples. "Someone was hard on these big things weren't they?" I asked as she pulled her mouth off my softening erection. "Yes. Both of them played with my tits and nipples while we fucked," she replied. "They wouldn't leave them alone. Be gentle with them, they are starting to feel very sore," she continued. I pulled her up to standing and softly suckled the hard nipple of her right breast. I could taste...what?... semen?....saliva? "Does that feel better?" I asked as I removed my mouth. "Yes," she groaned out. I laid her on the bed then and kneeling over her in a 69 position, inspected her red, swollen pussy. Her lips were sloppy and the cum and moisture were clearly visible. I will never be able to describe how lustful I felt. Then I noticed her other hole, and how open it looked, and the faint trickle of cum visible there. "They fucked your tight little ass, didn't they?" I managed to croak out. "Yes, baby, they both did. They did everything to me." "Did you cum for them?" "Oh yes baby, I came real good. Especially when Brad was fucking my ass and Brian made me suck his cock and told me to finger my clit. I exploded!" I started to lick her little clit. It looked so inviting and just the thought of what she had been doing! She shuddered and began thrashing on the bed. "God baby, you'll make me cum. Keep doing that. Oh, I am so horny again," she wailed. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, ooohhhh... God... here it is." With that a gigantic orgasm shook her entire body. She thrust her hips up and flung her head from side to side. I changed to sucking on her clit. That only seemed to prolong her pleasure. Her climax went on and on and on. Eventually she pulled my mouth from her as the nerves in her clitoris screamed for mercy. I felt her wetness on my mouth and chin as I turned around to mount her. I lined my cock up with her slippery, used asshole, raised her legs up high, and sank my entire length into her in one long push. Her asshole was still fairly tight and it felt wonderful around my aching cock. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped momentarily and then groaned defeatedly. We didn't do anal very often because she needed a long slow buildup and because of that I was surprised her tight ass had gotten fucked at all. The fact that her lover had taken her there tonight, probably partly against her will, inflamed my desire and I wanted the same thing she had given him. I began rhythmically pumping her depths and, incredibly, felt another strong orgasm building in my balls. She lay grunting and panting, occasionally groaning as I pleasured us both. "You were getting fucked when you called, weren't you?" I gasped out to her. I was really getting close now but I wanted to know this one more thing before I finished. "No," she managed to say in spite of my powerful thrusts into her sensitive and tender hole. I noticed also that she was frigging her clit as I felt her hand bumping into my cock occasionally. "They both were sucking and biting my nipples hard, trying to get me to make some noise, to give myself away. Brad had already fucked me once by then, and I knew Brian was going to take me next. I felt so dirty and naughty and like such a fucktoy I almost died. I knew I was only there for them to use my holes but somehow that turned me on beyond belief!" With that I pumped her like a wild man. I didn't care at all about her pleasure, this was all for me. I fastened my mouth on one of her big tits and, ignoring her whimpers and small cries, sucked and bit her long, thick nipple. She cried out to me as I approached my orgasm, telling me, "that's it baby, cum good for me. Cum in my ass. Fuck your dirty wife. I have been so bad, just fuck me hard .... oh no .... you're going to make me cum again .... don't make me cum again .... no.....no .... aaaahhhh...." And at last, with a heart stopping surge, whatever cum was left in my balls I starting pumping into her ass as her climax drove me over the edge and then I fell into a whirlpool of nothingness. How It Happened Afterwards, when we were both breathing normally again, I knew we had a lot to talk about. But it was late and we were both exhausted. "It can wait until morning, " I thought, and spooning my sexy and surprising, already sleeping wife, I fell asleep. How It Happened This is my first attempt at writing a story ever. I would very much like feedback. Criticism, both good and bad, is very welcome. All characters are over the age of 18. Thank you. Part 1 So, it started off in the least expected way. I am an avid reader, which is how I managed to stumble upon the Literotica site to begin with. I had browsed through all of the categories, and found myself fascinated with the incest/taboo section, a bit more so than the others. There were a few stories that I simply loved, and as such, I had copied to a flash drive that I kept hidden from everyone. It was this that led to, what I like to refer to as, The Incident. So, there I was, sitting on the living room couch, minding my own business, surrounded by law books. For those of you who have studied it, you know that the books are very thick with teeny tiny words in them. So anyway, there I was. Suddenly the whole world shifted! Or at least that's what I thought happened. In reality, my big brother had just plopped himself down rather forcefully onto the couch. I tucked my feet under his thigh while I barely lifted my head to acknowledge him. I was searching for a term and not having any luck finding it. We sat there in comfortable silence for who knows how long. Ah ha! There it is! What I was searching for! I snaked my hand out to find the high lighter that I'd left by my thigh so that I wouldn't lose it again. Nothing. Wait, what? I placed my finger on the place I needed to keep and started looking around for it. At first, I didn't see it. Then Mike cleared his throat. I glanced up and there it was, in his hand. The nerve. "Thanks" I mumbled. I went back to my reading wondering how come he was still sitting there. Then he started talking. "So, what are you into these days?" "Huh?" I replied distractedly. "What are you into these days, I said?" he tried again. "Um, all sortsa stuff. You?" I replied, still only listening with half an ear. "Well, I find myself taking an interest in all kinds of things. Sports, the economy, but most recently.........." He let the sentence drift off. When he realized that I was still studying, he tried again. What he said next succeeded in getting my full attention. "I think I'm into incest" He said quietly. "Huh?" I asked, thinking that surely I must have misheard. Then I noticed what he had in his hand, what he must have had in his hand from since he sat down. It was my flash drive. My private flash drive. The one with the copies of the stories that I liked the most. That, more than anything else, succeeded in getting my full attention. For moment I sat silent, staring at it, not sure what to say to him. "Where did you get that?" I finally asked, trying my hardest to sound calm and not completely freaked out. "Oh, this?" He asked politely, his expression neutral, "I found this on your bed when I went to borrow your laptop. You really should hide the things you don't want Mom and Chris to find, I'm just saying." By this time I could feel my cheeks starting to burn, and I knew that I was probably turning an interesting shade of red. Studying now completely forgotten, I stretched my hand out wordlessly. He just looked at me. I figured that he was just messing with me, trying to get me to feel comfortable so that he could tease me or make me feel like I was a freak. Since I was in no mood for either, I cleared my throat and wiggled my fingers as encouragement. He still didn't pass it to me. I frowned. What the hell? Since he was obviously in no mood to hand it back to me, I just rolled my eyes and pretended to go back to my reading, even though I couldn't see any of the words on the page. Now what? I racked my brain trying to figure out a way to get it back without it turning into a fight, and I really didn't want him to think that if I asked him nicely, I was flirting with him. Our relationship was weird enough as is. "So" I began nonchalantly, "seeing as to how I know you read what's on it, what are you gonna do?" He shifted on the couch. At first he didn't answer. I thought that he was never going to answer me, then he said, "I'd like to finish reading the stories. If that's not a problem. I really like them." I sat in stunned silence thinking that surely this must be a joke. But what would be the reasoning behind it? Why would he want to finish reading what was on it? I sorta shrugged and said, "Sure, no problem. Just return it when you're done. And don't delete anything." He nodded in agreement and we went the rest of the day without incident. I thought it was over, and that things were going to go back to normal. I thought that we would just go back to mostly ignoring each other and forget that he had read, and was still reading, something that was very private to me. But he didn't. Instead, he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with him the next night. "Why? You don't normally want to do things like that with me." I told him, trying to sound calm, not sure if I was succeeding. "Nothing, honest. I just figured that it would be nice to watch a movie. We don't hang out much, I just wanted to watch a movie with you." I studied him, trying to figure out why he wanted to spend time with me all of a sudden. He really genuine though. "Ok, what are we watching?" I asked, fully expecting either some guy flick, which I don't totally hate, or some foreign film that I've never heard of before. He was famous for both. So, you can imagine how surprised I was when he pulled out a stack of Adam Sandler dvd's and said "You choose". Oh! I was in heaven! I love Adam Sandler! Anyways, I chose The LongestYard from the pile, cause that's one of my all time favorite movies. When he suggested that we wait til all the other folks were asleep, I didn't find it strange as both he and I preferred to have less company to watch movies and stuff. I changed into my p.j's and waited. It was about midnight when everyone was finally asleep. It was a good thing that I didn't have school the next day or I'd have been in real trouble. Teachers really don't take too kindly to you falling asleep in their classes. So we settled down to watch the hilarity. I was so focused on the movie that, at first, I didn't realize that he wasn't watching the t.v. screen. He was sitting across from me on the couch, and when I glanced across at him, he looked away. I frowned, but shrugged it off. I figured that he was just checking to see if I was ok or something. I quickly got back into the movie, forgetting that something weird was going on. When the couch shifted a bit, I didn't pay any attention, until I realized that he was gone. I paused the movie and quietly called out for him. No answer. I got up and walked from the living room, and into the kitchen. He wasn't there, so I turned and was heading up the stairs when I heard him behind me. "Sup?" I asked in a hushed whisper, "You just disappeared, you ok?" "Yeah, just needed something to drink, you thirsty?" he whispered back. "Sure, what you drinking? "Vodka". My eyebrows shot up, my brother doesn't drink alcohol. He believes his body is a temple. It was shocking. "What?!" I asked incredulously, "Why?" "I just wanted to try something new." came his response. "So you thought you'd try vodka, straight up?" I asked, feeling very amused. I didn't think that he would be able to drink much without being totally messed up by the time everyone else woke up. "I never said it was straight up. Look, do you want some or not?" he asked, sounding irritated. "Wait, how much have you had to drink so far?" "Not much, about two". "Two shots?" "Two glasses, give or take..." "So, you're plowed?" Oh, this was too good to be true! My brother never did things like this! Surely he would do something that I'd never seen before. This could prove interesting. "Nah, not yet anyway. But I'm heading there pretty fast, and you haven't answered me yet. Would you, my dear little sister, like a drink?" "Sure, why not?" I responded in an enthusiastic whisper. After all, I can really hold my liquor. What I didn't realize until much later, was so could he. And way better than me. So, movie temporarily forgotten, we stood in the kitchen and did a few shots. His ears kept turning red every time he took a shot, it was the cutest thing. I shook myself as I realized that I was looking at him and thinking how cute he was looking. "Snap out of it!" I told myself sternly. "We should get back to the movie" I told him. He agreed with a nod that looked wobbly. I glanced at the counter and noticed that there were two empty bottles of vodka sitting there. I giggled before I could stop myself. "I didn't realize we had quite so much to drink bro, think we'll get hangovers?" "I've never had one before, it would be interesting to see if I do though. You ever get a hangover?" "Nope, I have clear memory and no headaches. I think it's funny when other people get them though." "Good" he muttered. "Huh?" I asked "Nothing. Hey" he said abruptly, "Mind if I sit next to you? I don't seem to be having all the fun you're getting on your end of the couch." "No problem ," I replied, clearly not as sober as I thought, " but you're gonna hafta get a blanket. I might be having a lot of fun but it's freezing over there." He Didn't move. Instead, he was standing there, looking at me with an amused expression on his face. What was that about? I looked down at my clothes to see if there was something wrong with them or something. I couldn't find anything wrong so I just let it go. I should have paid more attention. The light in the kitchen is fairly bright and my top was thinner than I thought. He had a very clear view of my nipples. He cleared his throat and turned to get the blankets. I went to sit back down and wait for him. One thing I forgot to mention is that he walks seriously quiet. Like a freaking ninja. So when he walked up behind me and dropped the blanket over my shoulders, I nearly had a heart attack. He almost fell down trying not to laugh at my scared then murderous expression. "Oh, you think that's funny?" I hissed at him. Still unable to talk, he nodded. "You should have seen your face," he managed to gasp out. Before I knew it, I was on top of him. I don't know how it happened. I wasn't thinking. That's the only excuse I can come up with. I had tackled him. The only reason it worked is because he was still trying to control his laughter, and I took him by surprise. I had him pinned before he knew what was going on. I was holding him down by his shoulders when suddenly, he was very serious. I couldn't figure out why. Then I realized that I was straddling his waist. He had his hands on my hips and was looking at me very intently. "I'm sor-," was all I got out. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulled my head down, and kissed me very lightly, just barely pressing his lips to mine. At the first touch, my nipples tightened to hard little nubs. I was too stunned to do anything. When he realized that I wasn't freaking out, he pulled me closer. His tongue snaked out to taste my bottom lip while his hands started to rub up and down my back. I could feel my body beginning to react to his slow caresses. My skin felt warm. My nipples were begging to be sucked and licked. His hands started sliding my shirt up my back, giving him access to skin. I sighed at the contact. My pussy was getting slick with arousal from the feel of his body beneath mine. His hands on my skin. So good. He slowly, softly sucked my lip into his warm, wet mouth. I was in bliss. I was in shock. I had no clue what to do. He slanted his mouth across mine and kissed me like he meant it. Before I knew what was happening, I was kissing him back. Sliding my tongue against his, nibbling on his lips. I slid my lips along his jaw, sucking his earlobe into my mouth. As my breath touched his ear, he shivered. I nibbled along his jaw til I reached his neck. I sucked the skin there lightly, making him moan quietly. With that one sound, I regained some of my senses. I remembered where I was. I realized what I was doing and with who. I tried to jump off of him but he was holding on tight, one hand still rubbing my back while the other was tangled in my hair. I realized that I wanted to keep going. I almost gave in and continued kissing him. "No, don't stop," he whispered into my ear, "I don't want you to stop." My blood was pounding in my ears, I was sprawled across him, my sensitive nipples were drilling into his chest, and he was telling me not to stop. What?! I pushed off of him as hard as I could, and he let me go. I scrambled away from him and sat with my back against the couch with my hand pressed to my mouth. What did I do? Ohmygod what just happened?? I was fighting the urge to climb back on top of him and finish what he'd started. He just lay there very still, not saying anything. The only movement was his chest rising and falling rapidly. His cock was standing at full attention creating a tent in his shorts, begging to be released. I stared at it for awhile before turning away with my eyes closed. It was some time before I could get the courage to speak. "I.... you....," I started. I cleared my throat and tried again. "I'm sorry, I- I- I didn't mean for that to happen," I stammered. "I'm gonna go to bed, night." Was his only reply. He got up from on the floor and headed for the stairs. "You ok?" I called after him as loud as I could without waking everyone else up. He nodded his head and continued. Halfway up the stairs, he must have remembered that he was sleeping in the living room because he turned around and came back down. As he walked in, I mumbled a hasty night, and with my thoughts in an uproar, turned off the t.v. and quickly headed to bed. To be continued.........