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It's Good to be Strong

By: maninconn



Wendy lay back on the beach. The contrast of the cool breeze washing over her naked body while the warmth of the Carolina sun tanned her smooth glowing skin felt amazing. She felt fulfilled. How good it was to have your cake and eat it too! 

She could see Henry down the beach. What an amazing man he was. Tall, lanky, so beautifully trim. You'd never know from looking at him on the beach how sweet he was, he took such care to make her world beautiful You'd also never guess how old he was. His short cropped hair hadn't lost its color, and with his passion for working out and playing tennis, his body looked young. To look at him on the beach, you'd also never suspect how rich he was. He'd spent the adult part of his 52 years learning the ins and outs of investments, and had long ago retired from his investment counseling firm to manage his own portfolios as a full time job. 

There were perks to being Henry's wife. There was the ski house in Steamboat, the cottage in Napa, the apartment overlooking Central Park, the horses at their house in Connecticut, and her favorite, this house on the remote beach in North Carolina. She had no money worries, no pressing responsibilities, no cares. Could it get any better?

Well, Henry did have his flaw. He wasn't very well endowed, and his sex drive was equally small. But he knew she needed more than he could give and knew she had other men in her life. She loved Henry, but she needed lovers, and as long as she was discreet, as long as nothing was flaunted in Henry's face, and as long as she loved him when he did feel the urge, they had a happy life together.

Wendy did occasionally long for children, which she and Henry had decided would not be part of their life. However, the thought that her motherly instincts might make her feel obliged to give up her secret sluttiness always ended that urge. If she had wanted the white picket fence, the kids and the mini-van, she would have stayed with Gerald. 

Oh Gerald. She hadn't thought about Gerald since last Christmas, when she sent him her annual card and read his cute little personal letter in the card he always included in the card he sent her. Gerald had been her chance at the white picket fence, and for a long time, it looked as if he and that fence would be right for her, and could hold her life. Of course that had been before Rodney.

She still smiled every time she thought of Rodney. Gerald had captured her heart back in college, Henry had her head now, but Ronald was the man who had captured her libido while she was married to Gerald. Oh it was lusciously confusing how she did it, but she was living proof that you can have it all!

Wendy met Gerald in college. She was a little sassy freshman, who knew just how to flip her raven hair and flash her stunning blue eyes at a boy to get him to carry her books, open a door, or help her with her studies. As well as she flirted, she wasn't sexually active. She wasn't afraid of sex, she just had no interest in all the trappings of maintaining a relationship, and had no respect for one night stands. The guys flocked to her, though she held them at bay maintaining the reputation of a proper young woman that her grandmother would be proud of. Still she was proud that she had a cute little bubble butt and on her tiny frame her breasts appeared huge, and kept the boys' attention on her. 

The Gerald came along. Gerald was slim and cute. Not too tall at 5' 10", but he towered over Wendy. His receding hairline was so distinguished and made him look mature, and even worldly. Wendy was smitten with Gerald as soon as she met him. She had elected a drama class to fill a lit requirement, and wound up in a study group reading Cyrano together. She read Roxanne to Gerald's Cyrano, and his delivery of those beautiful lines and sentiments felt too real to her. Gerald must have felt the same, because he would go out of his way to walk with her on campus. 

He was a strong confident personality around everyone he met, except Wendy. Around her he couldn't always find the right word, and her direct eye to eye contact could leave him stammering like a blithering idiot. He always knew what to say, and had a reputation for being quick and clever. He could hold his own in just about any argument, and was exceptionally well read. The few people who ever tried to insult him found his wit to be a formidable challenge. But Wendy could disarm him with a smile.

Wendy and Gerald became inseparable, but never connected romantically. Gerald was too shy to actually ask for a date, didn't dance, and never made an advance even so bold as holding her hand. Wendy accepted her role as such a good friend, and went on dates with other guys. This made Gerald even more shy about asking Wendy out, and every time he did build up the courage to ask her somewhere, she told him about a new cute flame in her life.

They spent a year and a half as best friends, nearly missing intimacy more times than either cared to count. Finally, one day during Wendy's sophomore year, Gerald walked into one of the college coffee shops to see Wendy sitting at a booth with her roommate. He slid next to her, and without even thinking twice, leaned over and kissed her hello.

It wasn't a long passionate kiss, but he had never kissed her before. It was as if they had been married for years, and he had just dropped by to join them for lunch. Time stopped for Wendy. Her roommate froze as well. Wendy had long talked about how she liked Gerald but he never seemed interested. Wendy just looked at Gerald until he looked up at her.

Once he did, he realized he had opened a door. Wendy leaned in and kissed him back. Only she had no interest in withholding any passion, and poured all the love she had saved the past year into her kiss.

"It's about time," her roommate beamed. "I'll see you two later."

They had always been in love. It was a comfortable kind of love, one where they craved each other's presence, needed each other's support, had to talk to each other every da. They had shared everything with each other, except sexual intimacy. When Gerald sat beside Wendy, and kissed her innocently, as a husband would kiss his wife of thirty years hello after coming home from a round of golf with his friends. But beneath that innocence and within that comfortable nature, they had pent up passions that all came flooding to the surface with that first physical admission of love, that one kiss.

It didn't take long for them to realize they had to leave the coffee shop. Once they did, it didn't take long for them to cover the couple of hundred yards between the popular student lunch spot and his apartment. Once there it didn't take long for their arms to wrap around each other, locking their bodies in a passionate embrace. From their it didn't take long for them to shed their clothes and find their way into Gerald's bed. 

Gerald had been with a girl in high school, and another in his freshman year, the year before he had met Wendy. Wendy too, had been with a couple of guys, though neither experience had rocked her world. Today was different for both of them. They both wanted each other so badly, their skin felt electric to the touch. Wendy was surprised at the feel of Gerald's cock in her hand. He was so hard, much more hard than her other lovers. Like wise, Gerald was amazed at how ready Wendy was to receive him. Her pussy felt hot and steamy in his hands. They both knew it was time to couple. Gerald rolled up over her, and lowered his body down as Wendy guided him cock into her. He held it there and kissed her, letting his tongue probe her mouth just as his cock probed her pussy. He began to move both in concert, holding his kiss as long as he could.

Wendy was lost in her love by this time, and began to moan her expressions of pleasure deep into Gerald's kiss. They were whirled up in the newness of making love for thie first time. They began to move their hips together, each thrust of Gerald's cock gently pressing into Wendy like gentle waves lapping at the shore of a lake. Wendy needed more than a lake though, and she met each subsequent thrust with greater intensity, whisper in Gerald's ear, spurring him onto harder and faster thrusts until the waves were like those of an ocean, crashing onto a rocky coast. She grabbed at his back as she came, her fingernails digging into the soft skin of his back, while his hips wildly pistoned back and forth driving him to his own ecstatic orgasm. She gasped as he pumped his seed deep inside her. Neither had ever experienced sex without condoms before, and the feeling overtook both of them.

That night was filled with repeat performances, their young, hungry bodies rebounding again and again and coming back to each other for more. The next day, was a Saturday, and they spent it lying in bed, cuddling and kissing each other gently. 

Gerald got up at noon, making breakfast for the glowing couple. Wendy showered as he cooked, and came out fresh and smiling. She sat at the table, thinking to herself how nice it would be to have breakfast like this every day. Gerald was thinking something along the same lines. 

"Wendy, you know something?"

She just looked up at him for his answer.

"I love you."

She smiled over her mug of steaming coffee. 

"Marry me."

She coughed on her coffee.

"Gerald, this is so sudden! Last night was amazing, but marriage!?"

"It wasn't just last night. I've been falling for you since Cyrano. I can't be away from you for a minute without thinking about you, wondering what you're doing, and wondering if you're thinking about me at all. I feel so at ease around you, and unsettled when you're gone. I always thought we were just best friends though, I always thought you were out of my league to date. But yesterday when I kissed you, it became so clear. I want you in my life, always."

Wendy was speechless. She wasn't speechless because Gerald had moved too quickly, or for any other reason than the fact that he had just voiced her exact feelings. She stared incredulously as he bent to one knee, took her hand and asked her again to be his wife.

Wendy thought back on that moment. It was the first time she had a man eating out of the palm of her hand after sex. It wouldn't be that last. Gerald graduated the following year, and was accepted into the business school at the university. They married that summer, and she spent her senior year of college not only studying, but loving her husband and making a home. They decided to put off children until after she had graduated and they had both had a chance to establish themselves professionally.

Gerald found business school to be a breeze, which was fortnate, as he began to spend every waking moment working for a local candidate running for Senate. Wendy was too busy in her senior year to notice how little Gerald doted on her as he used to. She did notice the routine nature their sex life had taken. However, she knew he ws just working to get the best career he could, and then be the best provider he could be. She knew Gerald dreamed the American dream, right down to the white picket fence and the minivan. It wasn't a bad dream after all, to have a good life as a wife and mother, so she pursued her studies with vigor rather than dwell on Gerald's shortcomings.

Wendy graduated with honors, and Gerald's boss won his bid, becoming a senator late that spring. They moved to Washington where Gerald took a job on the Senator's staff, and Wendy went to work as an interior designer. Within a year, Gerald was one of his boss's most valued staffers, and Wendy was in demand by homeowners and architects alike. 

"I'm running for state senator."

Gerald had this way of dropping bombshells. There had been no discussion of this career move. Wendy didn't see this as her young family's best option. They were just starting off, and really had little money. They rented a tiny apartment, owned one beat up old car between the two of them, and they scrimped and saved at every turn in the hopes of being able to buy a house and have children. Where would he find the time and energy to raise money for a campaign? When would he find time for ther.

Wendy lost the discussion and Gerald plunged headfirst into his campaign. It turned out he would have no problem raising the money, his boss the senator was eager to see his young protégé take the seat covering the suburban district where he had once started his career. Although that relieved Wendy of one worry, it made the problem of being apart even more pronounced. With money in a "war chest," Gerald was able to spend entire weeks away from home.

Wendy wasn't worried about Gerald having an affair. He wasn't a smooth operator when it came to women. After all, it had taken him over a year and a half to kiss her! He was running on a platform that was similar to his mentor's, one of honesty, family values and loyalty. An affair would have been hypocritical, and while true of any affair, this was Gerald's pet peeve. Besides, sex with Wendy had become so infrequent before his campaign, she couldn't imagine him having energy for someone else. 

As Wendy pondered this possibility she began to look for tell-tale signs, but they just didn't surface. Gerald was always available for her, and would drop everything when she called his cell. There were no strange recurring calls, or clicks on the end of a disconnected phone line. Every hotel bill he charged to the campaign credit card checked out as a legitimate stop on the campaign, and he crammed so many appearances into a day there wasn't unexplainable downtime. She had her spies on his staff too, just in case. Two of his staffers were friends of hers from college, and kept her abreast of what he was doing. Wendy's random stops to headquarters, like her phone calls, always found a hard working Gerald present, but never so busy he didn't drop everything to smile, drop what he was doing and come to give her a kiss.

Wendy, however, was still feeling out of his inner circle. Even if he wasn't getting laid by anyone around him, they had is ears and eyes all day, every day, and many nights. She got him to herself only once every week or two. She was feeling lonely, and frankly, kind of horny. 

"Perhaps," she thought to herself on many occasions "Gerald should be the one suspicious about their spouse having an affair."

That little nagging thought grew larger as the election grew closer. Gerald had a commanding lead in the race, but was hoping a landslide would give him some national recognition, and maybe afford him what little clout a newbie in the state senate could wield. His opponent was an attractive woman, but older. She didn't project the strong energetic image that Gerald could pull off, and though very intelligent and sensitive to her constituents, seemed to slide behind Gerald in the polls. Gerald's astute ability to handle a question, and to turn situations to his favor did attract that national attention. During the last debate with his opponent, noticed several leaders of his national party in the house, sizing him up as a future star. 

Wendy had been particularly lonely, as Gerald had been either away or spending time into the wee hours at headquarters. She was hoping beyond all hopes Gerald's night would end with the debate, and he would come home with her and celebrate his performance and impending victory, with a performance of another kind. As he debated, she sat in a seat in the wing of the stage, picturing him taking her into his arms, and sweeping her onto bed. She pictured his soft hands sliding down her side and back, taking her dress with them. She could see him disrobing slowly in front of her and then dropping to the bed, entering her in one deft move. By now she could feel his hard penis sliding in and out slowly, his arms pulling her close, her breasts pressed against his smooth chest. No actually, everything was Gerald except the penis! Oh damn was this dream cock huge! She moaned in pleasure...

"Oh damn! Wendy thought, did I really moan or was I just imagining that!?"

"Are you okay?"

A gentle deep bass voice murmured near her ear. She looked up into the dark eyes of an extremely handsome gentleman. He might as well have had "Italian Stud" tattooed on his forehead. He had the chiseled facial features that showed "maturity" but not "old," and she guessed him to be in his late thirties. He had that deep olive skin that makes those of Mediterranean descent look perennially tanned. His deep brown eyes showed a genuinely concern for her.

"Ah...yes, I'm fine." She stammered her response. "My mind was just somewhere else."

Wendy was flushed, and unconsciously fanning herself, although the room was quite comfortable.

"I know that feeling," he smiled back at her. "I know it too well! Would you like a glass of water or a breath of fresh air?"

"Oh thank you, water would be nice. I'd better decline the offer for air, my husband would be upset if I wasn't here for all of his big debate."

The man retrieved a cup of water from a cooler back stage.

"So your husband is Gerald Owens?" he asked upon his return.

"Yes he is." she smiled with her response. "I'm Wendy Owens."

"Oscar Moore." He gently took the hand she offered.

"Oh Moore, just like Gerald's opponent, Ellen."

Her jaw dropped open with the realization that she was consorting with the enemy here, and it dropped open even further when she realized he had heard her sex daydream inspired moan.

"I know," he said "I shouldn't be too friendly with the other side either. But I do know where you were coming from a moment ago. It is lonely living with a campaigning candidate! Good luck!" 

He walked away just as Gerald was making his final statement. They shared one more awkward moment as they joined their spouses onstage during post-debate applause and received their official introduction. She worked hard to keep from looking at him too much, but couldn't keep her eyes away for very long. As one party big wig after another came to greet them, she lost track of who she had met. Her mind was a whirl, and all she really wanted to do was take Gerald home and make love.

"Honey, I have to go out tonight, these guys want to talk a bit longer, and the theatre is closing. Will you be ok getting home?"

"I'll be fine."

"Honey, I know we haven't been together much, but this all ends in a month with the election. I promise I'll make it up to you then."

He strolled off with his new found politico friends, and she made her way to their car in the garage next door. As she paid the fee pulled out of the parking garage, she noticed Oscar Moore standing curbside. She hesitated for a second, then pulled up alongside him and rolled down the passenger side widow.

"Abandoned again?"

"'Fraid so."

"She take the car?"

He sighed and nodded.

"You know, you can never get a cab around here at this time of night, think a deserted spouse can give her abandoned counterpart a lift without it causing scandal?"

He smiled at her, and climbed in the car. 

"Thanks. We left my car at the hotel, and her entire campaign decided to head down south right away. They're hoping to make an appearance at the end of the football game at State, and then she'll meet me at home tomorrow."

He told her where he was staying, and she pulled off in that direction. On the way to the hotel, they discussed the campaign. They shared histories, and began to find that they really enjoyed each other's company. At the hotel, he asked if it would be out of line to invite her in to a drink at the bar.

"I just am not ready to either stop talking with you, or to be alone for the rest of the night."

"I'm not either, but I really can't be seen at a bar alone with another man, and a married man to boot. It would really blow my husband's family values platform out of the water. Can you see the headlines in the tabloids tomorrow. "Candidates spouse continue debate....in hotel bar.'"


It's Good to be Strong



He laughed.

"Ok, so we don't continue the debate! And we don't use the bar!"

She wasn't sure what he was saying, but she liked the attention. She especially liked the attention he was paying to her legs, which had been rather loudly saying "hello!" as they peeked out of the hemline that always rode up on the car seat as she drove. She was still aroused from her little daydream at the theatre, and could feel herself getting wetter by the second knowing he was imagining those legs totally unclad, thighs free of the hemline, and legs lounging in her silky stockings. Suddenly she was glad she had dressed for an after party with Gerald. She fought the urge to lift the hem completely exposing her sexy thigh high stockings and silky black thong. In an instant, she relived the fantsy that had caused her to moan out loud in the theatre, only Oscar was in Gerald's place. It was his big dick sliding into her dripping pussy, and pleasuring her for hours.

"No," she said. His eyes dropped down as he reached for the door handle, opened it, and was about to say goodbye. She finished the thought which "No," had only started, "We use your room."

They wore both surprised at how forward she was. He looked at her wondering what her next move would be.

"What number?"

"312"

"Key please. Give me a 5 minute head start."

He handed her his key card, and watched her ass sway as she sashayed into the lobby. He watched her cross to the elevator bank, and as soon as she entered a car, headed for the lobby himself. He found his room door ajar, and went in to find she had just hung up her coat. He grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips. He thought he was the aggressor until he felt her hands grab his ass and her pelvis grind against his hardening cock. Her tongue plunged into the depths of his mouth and his answered by wrestling its way into hers. His hands found the clasp and zipper to her dress, and he slid it off her smoothly. He undid his tie as she unbuttoned his shirt and they felt their skin press together for a first time. He deftly released her bra clasp, and her pert breasts sprung into the air, quickly met by kisses from his eager lips. Gerald had never cared much for kssing or sucking her breasts, and the attention Oscar was giving them made her euphoric.

As he licked and suckled her soft young breast meat, his hands slid his pants off, and pulled her onto the bed. She looked down at his erection, and taking it in her hand realized it was perhaps twice Gerald's size. She felt its heft and girth and became almost giddy with her new flesh toy. She had never given oral sex to her lovers,,and Gerald thought it was a bit gross and less than sanitary. But this big sausage in front of her was something very new, and begged for new actions and attitudes from her. She hungrily dropped her head down, and engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth.

She was overwhelmed by her senses. The musky male smell, the heat, the feel of softness surrounding the steely hard sex, the sounds of his moaning in pleasure, and the tastes of his meat combined in a sensory feast she had never imagined. How could Gerald have denied her this pleasure. She slowly took more and more of Oscar into her mouth, with her tongue teasing the soft underside of his delicious cock. She could feel it pressing first against the back of her throat, then relaxing to avoid gagging, she could feel it slip just a bit further before her nose nestled in against his balls. She massaged his balls with her hand, and along with louder moans, brought a gentle swaying of his hips. Soon she felt his intensity build, and when he breathily told her he was about to come, she slapped her free hand against his bare ass cheek and bore down hard with her lips, tongue and hands. He spewed his load into her throat, and as he bucked his hips she pulled back enough to collect a luscious sample of his taste on her tongue.

As his orgasm subsided, he told her his wife had never done that for him. Smiling, she told him of Gerald's taboo. They laughed aloud at the fact that each had probably married the wrong spouse, as it seemed their spouses were well as well-suited for each other as they were. Wendy kissed him, and then again. And on the third kiss, felt him press her back on the bed, and kiss his way down her chest.

He spent time on each breast. He teased the nipples with his tongue, kissed the fullness of her milky white meat, and sucked her nipples until they were hard as little rocks. His hands massaged her hips, and just when she was about to go wild wanting them to slide aroud to her eager sex, she felt him kiss the underside of her breast. He slid slowly lower, and she placed her hand on his head. He stopped his progress, but she discovered he would move...if she guided him. She loved feeling in control, and took his hair in both hands, guiding hiss kissing, licking mouth to her oozing pussy.. She didn't have to fight him to get him there, but for some reason pulled his hair as if it was a handle on her sex toy. He didn't complain, and in fact seemed to get turned on even more, and his flaccid hunk of cock began to engorge once more.

She pulled his face right into her pussy, and as his tongue made first contact with her previously never kissed clit, she let loose this long guttural moan that spurred him on to harder faster licking. She rolled him over underneath her and mounted his head, still using his hair to guide him in a perfect ballet of licking her pussy. She let out a moan as his hands squeezed her ass, and then a high pitched squeal as one finger worked its way into her anus, sending her over the edge. She had never felt waves of orgasm like this, and at that moment realized that Gerald not only was infrequent in his sexual attentions to her, he was inadequate. His refusal of oral sex, either as the recipient or as the donor had left amazing sensual delights out of her reach, and at that moment, she had nothing but resent for that. She rode Oscar's tongue to orgasm after orgasm, and he seemed to be tireless. 

As she continued to fuck his face, she twisted and happened to reach a hand back where she felt Oscar's cock again. She was amazed that he was again fully erect, and caressed his eight inches with her hand. She slid back along his body, leaving a trail of her sexy wetness as she went along his chest, and then maneuvered her pussy over that beautiful cock standing straight up from his body. She slid down slowly, half afraid that a cock this big and thick might split her in two. There was no pain though, just fullness. She had never imagined the pleasure of feeling this full, and as she lowered herself completely down felt her eyes roll back into her head. She saw nothing, heard nothing, was aware of nothing but Oscar's hardness inside her. Her labia pulled so tightly around it, and as she moved against him, they tingled and gushed with delight. She felt herself stretch until the clit, though not in much contact, began to stretch itself and tingle as the rest of her with the skill and newness of sex. She had moaned and squeaked with oral sex, now she emitted what amounted to a primal roar as she entered an orgasmic she would have never suspected existed. She collapsed on the bed, only to have Oscar roll he over and re-insert his "Tab A" into her "Slot B." He fucked her hard now, withdrawing the full length of his magnificent cock and then ramming it hard into her beckoning cunt. Finally, he came, and she felt his body shudder as he pumped himself to that ultimate pleasure.

They lay quietly kissing, until they both fell fast asleep. She woke up to a sleeping Oscar. It was so pleasant, without the snoring she was accustomed to hearing from Gerald. He was beautiful in the morning too. She couldn't help but slide her hands down his beautiful body. His flaccid cock felt heavy in her hands. Though his eyes remained closed, and his breathing maintained that quiet regular rhythm of sleep, his sex was waking quickly, and she felt herself becoming aroused by the feeling of it growing in length and hardening while she lay amidst the sheets perfumed with the smells of their sensual adventures from the night before. Oscar woke with a moan, enjoying the light touch of her hand rubbing his morning wood.

"Good morning lover," she whispered playfully as his glassy eyes flickered open with a look of sexual hunger deep inside them. "I'm going to need you inside me one more time before we say goodbye."

With that she swung her leg over him, flattening him to the mattress. His erection easily found its way into her as she was still oozing the juicy mix left inside her from their passionate encounters that past night. She kissed him full on the mouth, enjoying the feeling again of his cock filling her pussy. She pumped up and down slowly, moaning into his mouth. She also loved the feel of his strong arms holding her tightly while following her rhythm. She loved his scent, the taste of his tongue, even laced with the flavors of her own pussy which he had so deftly licked and kissed to orgasms just hours ago. She came quickly this morning, but continued to milk his heft until his body stiffened and he came deep inside her one more time. They lay there again, as they had in sleep, but this time looking each other eye to eye.

Oscar broke eye contact first, as he fell back asleep. Wendy got out of bed, showered and dressed. She took one last look at Oscar, penciled her phone number and e-mail address on a card which she laid on top of Oscar's wallet, and let the door softly click behind her.

As she started her car, she felt a twinge of guilt. The twinge didn't bother her as much as its cause. She was disturbed that she didn't feel guilt for cheating on Oscar. She felt guilty that she was actually delighted about something other women might have been ashamed of. She felt guilty for not feeling guilty, how ironic was that? She felt guilty for feeling proud of seducing this beautiful man and spending a night of sensual bliss in his arms. 

That guilt faded fast. Oscar had felt way to good to regret. In fact, she knew she would have to feel his big cock inside her again, and soon. She didn't care what Gerald thought, and actually she decided not to hide her little triste, nor her desire for a repeat performance. She laughed as she imagined Gerald's reaction. 

"How dare that little weasel desert her when such amazing feelings were there for them to discover. If he and his little dick felt better about pressing flesh with future constituents than he felt about pressing his flesh against hers, he deserved to lose his exclusive on fucking her!"

Her cell phone showed many messages from last night, beginning at 2:30 AM, when Gerald had arrived home to a dark house and an empty bed. She just laughed them off, and chose not to call in return. As she dropped the phone in the front passenger seat, it buzzed, still on vibrate as she had set it before the debate. 

Wendy felt bold and free as she pulled into the driveway. She knew Gerald was home, as the Sunday Post was no longer in the driveway. She knew he was worried about her, since he couldn't reach her all night. She wasn't worried, though. She parked the car and breezed into the kitchen door. There was Gerald at the table, head down fast asleep. He was still dressed in his debate suit, the clothes he wore last night. 

"What a coincidence," she thought wryly, "so am I! Only difference is, mine have been off, I wasn't alone, and I slept in a bed...at least while we slept!"

"Morning Honey!" She tried to make her voice as cheery as possible.

A stunned Gerald looked up bleary eyed from his resting place on the table.

"Where the hell have you been all night!?"

She just smiled and went to the counter to pour a cup of coffee. Gerald made terrific coffee, and it tasted especially good.

"Oh Gerald I went to your debate! You did such a wonderful job, although I did like Ellen Moore. She seemed like a nice woman, although I'd rather vote for you!"

"Wendy, you know what I mean. After the debate, you were supposed to drive right home. I came home at 2:30 and you hadn't come home. I was worried sick!"

"Were you worried sick when you left me alone in that theatre to go out with your new playmates?"

Gerald was even more stunned than when she woke him.

"Playmates? They were senators, members of Congress and leaders from the party. They wanted to talk about plans for me in Washington after a term or two at the state level. That was important to me!"

"Good Sweety! I'm happy for you. Well, I met a new playmate last night too. He wanted to talk about plans for me when you go to Washington, or any other time you may choose to leave me alone. That was important to me!"

Gerald was horrified. "You were out with another man? How can you do this to me? I thought you loved me! Here I am with our dreams and goals in reach and you are going to hrow it away? Don't you know what that will do to my campaign? I'm running on a platform based on family values and honesty and my wife is out carousing in a barroom with another man? How's that for values? How can you do this to us?"

Gerald's tirade didn't faze Wendy in the least. 

"Oh Gerald, I didn't do anything to you, you weren't around! You haven't been around long enough to see a movie together much less make love. Last night was more of the same, the cigar smokers from the party were more important than making love to your wife! So how is that for family values? I just decided if you could go out for a cigar, I'd find a meaty one of my own to smoke!"

Speechless Gerald could only gasp. His mind was spinning with images of his little wife going down on someone else. His stomach turned as he imagined her head bouncing over another man's erection, he breasts bobbing back and forth furiously, and her lips slurping as the dick pumped in and out of her virgin mouth.

"Oh and I didn't go out in public, after all he was a married man too, and I'm well aware of your family value platform. I went with him to his hotel room. After all, his wife deserted him too, and we both felt we deserved to not be alone. You nicely left me with the car, and his wife was thoughtful enough to go down to catch the State game with her entourage, leaving him with a hotel room but no cab. I drove him home, and then we fucked like animals all night...."

Gerald's mouth gaped open.

"and this morning right before I came home!"

"I want you out of this house today." Gerald launched into a tirade about marriage vows and fidelity, how much he had done for her his face reddened as he ranted and raved, peppering his speech by calling her a whore and a slut.

She didn't hear a word of it. She sat there sipping her cup of coffee, blithely dreaming and remembering her exploits of the night before.

"He was so big Gerald, it was amazing. I can't decide if I liked it better in my pussy or down my throat. Of course it was also pretty good when he licked my pussy. Tell me again whay you don't like that!?"

Gerald was aghast. Wendy denied nothing. She seemed unconcerned at breaking the wedding vows they had both so solemnly and lovingly shared. She blatantly compared his sexual performance to this interloper. She...

He stopped short in his thoughts as something she had said earlier made a connection. The State game, his wife was going down to catch the end of the Sate game with her entourage....

"You fucked Ellen Moore's husband!!!!! My opponent's husband, in the hotel room her campaign paid for. Wendy, how could you."

"How could I? Well it started with a kiss..."

"I don't mean the play by play commentary! How could you consort with..."

"Gerald, he was as lonely as I was, as horny as I was, and as deserted as I was. It wasn't hard to do. Well, he was hard when I did."

"We're through. I can't keep living with you after this, I can't even look at you the same way again!"

"Oh Gerald, why do you always think things completely through except when I'm involved? Let's imagine you leave me. Mr. family values leaves his wife on the eve of the election, but takes high road. She turns up pregnant, and everyone believes it is his. Rookie senator becomes a pariah, gets nothing done, and his career is over after a term." Gerald looked totally shocked for the umpteenth time that morning.

"That's right lover, bareback every time....felt so hot!"

The implications of this scenario didn't sit well with Gerald. Wendy could see the wheels turning in Gerald's mind."

"No, no, baby, you can't win on the low road either. Suppose you come out and denounce me publicly before you leave me. I could deny it, and without proof the big bad politico would just look like a bully. That would be bad for the image! Or I could say 'Yes, my husband asked me to seduce the husband of his opponent to try to get inside information on their campaign.' Oooh, that would look very bad."

Gerald pondered his predicament.

"I can't win."

"Yes you can baby. I will play nice and be a good sweet family values wife, but you have to keep me happy. There will be no divorce, no separation, no nothing. If I choose to see Oscar Moore, or any other lover, it will be very discreetly handled. And if I choose to make love to you, you will do as I ask to make sure I am satisfied. Oh and honey, I expect you home one night and every Sunday afternoon to spend some "family values" time."

Gerald nodded his reluctant agreement, and left Wendy alone in the kitchen. 

"Damn, it feels good to be in charge," she thought to herself. "Life is going to be so good!"

Gerald indeed won the election, and Wendy was on the podium beside him for his acceptance speech after Ellen Moore graciously conceded. Wendy smiled demurely, kissed her husband after the speech, walked with him arm and arm, and met the public. She had been in Gerald's headquarters when Ellen Moore had called to concede. She was tempted to ask if she could speak with Oscar, but knowing how unreasonable that would sound, swallowed that urge. It didn't take long for him to let her know how eager he felt to see her again.

"I want you."

The message popped up suddenly two nights later as an instant message on her computer screen at home. She didn't recognize the name OhMoore on the IM, and just deleted it.

"I want you." It popped up again seconds later. "I really want you."

She still didn't answer.

"It's Oscar. Remember me at all?"

"Oscar...when can I see you again? I have been thinking about nothing but being with you again!"

"I'm up your way on business this weekend. I'm working in DC but can use the same hotel as last time we...met. Can you get away?"

"Can I? Yes! I simply will come, no matter what Oscar says."

She proceeded to explain how she didn't hide a thing but used the truth to her advantage and leveraged Gerald into doing as she wished. Oscar had not been discovered by Ellen, but she was so upset by the election, she still had no interest in him The couple made arrangements so they could maintain discretion, and that weekend they would meet. Gerald was furious, but his hands were tied.

"Gerald, you haven't been sworn I yet, can you really afford a scandal now?"

He didn't agree to her going to meet Oscar, but he was powerless to prevent it. Wendy left early Friday evening, and spent that entire night, the next day and Saturday night making love to Oscar in every imaginable way. They explored new positions that neither had enjoyed with their spouse. They talked for hours about their lives and spent huge stretches of time exploring each others' bodies. Just before they parted early Sunday afternoon, Wendy insisted on one for the road.

Wendy arrived home again, cheerful and smiling as the day after the debate. Her time with Oscar was liberating. She felt in control of everything, their pace, their intensity, who did what to who. Oscar was waiting in the kitchen again when she arrived home. 




It's Good to be Strong



"Wendy, we can't continue this way. I can't stand the thought of you with another man. I can't stand that you are risking having his baby, or catching a disease and bringing it home. I can't stand that you're doing things with him you would never do with---no wait. That's wrong. Things I wouldn't do with you. Most of all, I can't stand that it isn't me pushing whatever buttons he has found that are making you this happy, that are causing you to glow like you are."

It was Wendy's turn to stop short and be speechless. Gerald went on. 

"I do love you. I'm sorry to have left you so alone during this campaign, and I'm sorry we didn't discuss it more. I didn't want it to cost me my marriage, but I can see now where it might. If we haven't gone too far down the wrong path, I'll do anything to get you back as my wife, and be your only lover. Anything."

Wendy didn't take long to answer. She took Gerald by the hand, and led him to the bedroom.

"Take your clothes off." 

As he did she took several scarves from her dresser. She pressed his naked body back to the bed, and laid him out flat on his back. She tied a deep black scarf around his eyes. Then she kissed him on the lips, and whispered in his ear.

"You said anything. If you change your mind at any time, all you have to say is my name. Otherwise, you may not talk at all, unless I ask you a direct question, then you may answer. You are mine this afternoon. I intend to use you. I may even abuse you. You have the power to stop, just say my name. Nod if you understand."

Gerald nodded tentatively. Wendy tied his hands, one at a time to the headboard of the bed. As he began to object, Wendy reminded him "You said anything."

She continued to bind his feet, then stepped back to look at him. He was a handsome man, not overweight at all, but not what you might call buff. His dick was almost fully erect. 

"Looks like he likes this!" she thought. 

She started by teasing him, running light fingers along his chest, his inner thighs. Her touches encompassed an increasingly smaller radius around his now fully hard cock. She looked at it, so small compared to Oscar. She continued to tease him with her hands, but leaned her mouth over his throbbing little cock. In a quick but soft bob of her had, she had him fully engulfed in her mouth. Gerald's hips lurched, but she stayed with his cock. As he became accustomed to her velvety lips around him for a first time, Gerald began to settle in, and enjoyed this oral experience he had always considered taboo. As he relaxed, Wendy raked her teeth along his shaft, nibbling softly on his meat.

"What are you doing?" he rasped.

She broke her lip lock on his penis, reached up and slapped his face.

"What did I tell you about talking?"

"That it was not permitted."

"Am I completely understood?"

"Yes."

"This is your only warning. Fuck it up again, and I will leave you alone here, naked and bound for an hour."

She took of her blouse. She took off her bra as well, an again leaned over Gerald, his time brushing her breasts against his naked chest. This was a feeling she had always loved, and her nipples responded by hardening. Wendy moved her breasts up to Gerald's head, and dropped them around his face. She dipped one nipple into his eager mouth ordering him to lick it, and slapping his face again when he began aggressively. He slowed down on her instructions and licked and sucked her breasts as she commanded him. She then turned on the bed and resumed sucking his cock. She worked it aggressively, raking it with her teeth as before, licking it, taking it full into her mouth. She was disappointed when he couldn't reach near the back of her mouth. She had taken Oscar partially down her throat, and was hoping to really show Oscar what he had been missing by avoiding oral sex. What a pity that he'd never know it like Oscar did. She was pleased when he came in her mouth, and actually enjoyed the feel and taste of him spurting on her tongue. She milked him dry, then turned back to kiss him. He balked at the taste of his dick and cum on her breath.

"Oh, you don't like that? It was ok for me to taste your cum but you don't want it?" She grinned as she dared him. "Then maybe you'll taste my sex. Yes?"

He paused and then nodded that he would. 

"Good, but first, you'll have to get over your reluctance to kiss me."

She pressed her lips hard against his, and opened his mouth with her tongue, which delved deep into his mouth carrying the flavor of his dick and cum. She forcefully continued the kiss, until he relaxed and appeared to enjoy it.

"Ok, baby...you like that now?"

He nodded that he did. She kissed him again.

"Good, you are ready for more then. It is time for you to give your first oral sex. But first you need to know, I will be sitting on your face, pressing my sex into your mouth."

She lowered her panties, and positioned herself over his face. He nodded again, though a bit more tentatively. 

"And baby, as I do this, remember I was with Oscar all weekend. I haven't showered, and I am full of the last load he left, just before I drove home. So if you aren't ok with it, now is the time to back out, just say my name."

Gerald said nothing, and Wendy lowered her dripping sex down onto his face, and slid back and forth on his mouth until she felt his tongue emerge and begin to lick her pussy.

"Mmmm," she moaned, "you are soooooo gooood at this. Why haven't you been doing this for me every night?"

She eased her weight down on his mouth, and he responded by licking wildly. She was still sensitive from her weekend with Oscar, and it didn't take long to bring herself off while fucking her husband's mouth. She could feel juices oozing out of her pussy with each spasm, and knew Gerald was getting a huge taste of her lover, Oscar. He didn't slow down as she came, and Wendy marked this in her mind as the most satisfying sexual experience she had ever shared with Gerald. She noticed the more she demanded of men, the less she surrendered, the more they seemed to give her, and she liked that most of all.

Her cumming began to slow, and Wendy realized Gerald was again erect. She thought to herself how good he'd been, and decided he deserved a treat, and slid back to let his little penis slide into her oozing pussy. Gerald gasped, but Wendy really felt little sensation. She coveted Oscar's big cock even more now, and was even tempted to resume face fucking Gerald. She needed something aggressive and new. She needed something to give her something strong and physical. She decided to make the most of Gerald's small but very hard cock. She popped him out of her vagina, and sat right down down on his cock popping it into her virgin ass. He carried enough of her juices mixed with Oscar's cum that his cock was dripping with sex. Combined with his eager hardness and small girth and length, it was the perfect combination. She humped back and forth with him sliding in and out of her ass. He was obedient, and said nothing, but when he came he emitted a long and loud groan that Wendy was afraid might have gotten the attention of the entire neighborhood. It sent her over the edge, and wave of intense orgasm, racked her body causing her to jerk and squirm.

Physically spent, she lay beside her husband. Kissed his cheek, and untied his hands. As she showered, she considered the power she had just wielded over her husband, and the way she had physically guided Oscar to do her bidding as well. Power felt good, and she knew she would use it frequently in the future.

Wendy enjoyed her new found power. She in fact reveled in it. Gerald needed her in his life, maintaining the image of the good devoted wife, so that he could maintain the image that had gotten him elected. Wendy always demurred to Gerald's needs outside the home, as long as he submitted to hers in the bedroom. Gerald wasn't necessarily happy or eager to comply with her requests, but he never objected. He was quite used to being bound, blindfolded, slapped, and spanked. He had developed a talented tongue and was now expert at oral sex. He had even gotten used to following Oscar as a sexual dessert for Wendy, or as her clean-up slave. 

Gerald continued to be was a rising star on the political scene. His work in the state legislature continued to be watched by his party leadership, and they urged him to run for a seat in Washington. He was afraid to be discovered, the master of his universe in congress a submissive slave to his petite wife's every whim at home might not be a contrast John Q. Public would accept, and vote for. Gerald wondered how he could extricate himself from the role of reluctant submissive. His answer moved in next door. His name was Jacques.

I didn't take much effort for Jacques to catch Wendy's eye. Jacques was a tall dark handsome cliché from France. He had moved to the area after taking an assignment at the French embassy. He was 6'2'', well built, and had a deep voice that boomed out across the back yard when he called his dog in. His wife had stayed in France until the children were out of school. Wendy couldn't keep her eyes off him when he was out in the yard, and the friendly greetings when they saw each other outside quickly became flirtatious. Wendy talked Gerald into inviting him over on Saturday night for barbecue. He was a charming man, and got along well with both Wendy and Gerald. When it was time to go, he shook Gerald's hand and kissed Wendy on her cheek. As he did, she reached around his waste and gently squeezed his ass just so Gerald couldn't see. She winked at Jacques, just to let him know it wasn't accidental, and grinned as she watched him walk home. He looked back several times, watching her linger to look at his ass. He lingered himself at his own front door, and instead of waving one last time, blew her a kiss.

Gerald was up early for a round of golf Sunday morning, and Wendy lounged with the paper still wearing her scant nightgown. She spotted Jacques coming in from his morning jog. He waved at Gerald as they passed in opposite directions. As he drew closer Wendy opened the living room drapes, posing with her arms outstretched pressing them open. She was a vision that stopped Jacques short. Her nightie barely covered her panties, and the string bikini underneath them left most of her luscious thighs, lean hip and firm ass cheeks in view. The top was sheer, and her breasts were barely hidden beneath the delicate fabric. Jacques stared as he slowly continued along the street. Wendy licked her lips. He pointed to the dog, then his house, she dropped the drapes back down and walked to the back deck, which overlooked the rear, side, and front walk of Jacques' house. 

He came back out on the front walk after letting the dog in, and couldn't miss Wendy standing there. Just in case he misread her intentions, she untied the ribbon that held the fabric in front of her chest, and let the fabric fall open. Jacques walked over without letting his eyes leave Wendy, and she could feel the juices well up in her sex. He took his shirt off, as he walked up the steps, and followed Wendy inside. They no sooner made it into the kitchen than Jacques grabbed her and pulled their naked chests together. She kissed him hungrily. He lifted her onto the counter and helped her wiggle out of her panties. She grabbed him y the hair and drove his head into her eager pussy. She wrapped her legs around his head, and began to moan to encourage him. It didn't take much to encourage him, and he soon had her cumming on the counter.

He ripped his pants off, and by the time he was stepping out of the last cuff she was off the counter wrapping her hands around his neck, and swinging one leg up over his hip. He caught her leg and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her other leg around him and felt his erect cock rubbing against her wet pussy. He pressed her back to the wall, the pressure freeing up one hand, which he used to guide his hardness into her aching wetness. She hadn't even looked at his cock, holding her mouth against his, drinking in his passion. She knew instantly, however, he was even bigger than Oscar, and her body shuddered as he slammed her against the wall. She came quickly, excited by the force with which the two were fucking in her own kitchen, right beside the stove that was still warm from cooking Gerald's breakfast. She met Jacque's strong thrusts by digging her fingernails into his back, and pulling him into her lip lock by the hair. The pain he felt searing his scalp and back only made him feel invigorated and stimulated. She came again, and moaned loudly into his ear. He turned from the wall, laid her on the floor, and began to pound her like a maniac. She went mad, and the after shocks of her previous orgasm turned into one more as he came, pumping her full of the seed he'd saved since he last was with his wife in France. 

He lay there on top of her, breathing heavy in the afterglow of sex. She felt so good pinned beneath him, and now moved her fingers to sooth the scratch marks she had wildly made just seconds ago. 

"You can't stay," she whispered to him, "but you can come back anytime Gerald is gone."

He kissed her one last time. As he stood to dress, she was amazed at the size of the penis that had just been inside her, and smiled. There would be no need to go back to Oscar. She had a hungry stud right next door, with a wife all the way in Europe. Why would she travel, and risk being found out by her lover's wife? When Gerald returned home, she told him she and Oscar were over. Gerald was delighted, but when she told him why, Gerald sobered considerably. 

"It's ok honey, I'll keep the same deal we had about Oscar, and you can still eat my sloppy seconds!"

Gerald didn't buy it. His reaction was different this time than it had been for Oscar. Wendy sensed that a chapter of her life was over, and that Gerald would be making his exit. Her senses were right on.

"Wendy, I can't live this way. It isn't about my image, it is about my dreams and desires. You have been my desire and my dream. My dream doesn't include sharing. It includes growing old with someone as devoted to me as I am to her. It just doesn't appear that person is you anymore."

Wendy couldn't help it, but for some reason she didn't care. She had no reason to fight Gerald, but the memory of how Jacques had just rocked her world was too good to abandon just now. Gerald deserved to reach for his dream, but she deserved to exercise the powerful urges she had come to enjoy, and wasn't about to give them up.

"I'll move in to my apartment near the statehouse. I hope you can continue to exercise discretion until our divorce is final. You can have the house, and your car. I'll only take my personal things, my apartment is furnished. I'll pay your mortgage and utilities for a while until you can get on your feet, but don't want to go on for too long since I'll know what's going on here. That shouldn't come out of my pocket."

"Gerald, are you sure you want this? What about your keeping up your image? Think of your career?"

"My career is stable now. I've passed the launching stage. Besides, what I need personally is more important to me now. I need kids running around in the yard. I need a wife that will give me first and only instead of sloppy seconds. Those aren't exactly your priorities right now. "

He kissed her on the forehead, said goodbye and went upstairs to begin packing. She felt no remorse, and as a matter of fact felt rather relieved. As a single woman, she'd be able to play with no restriction on her love life. She smiled the more she thought of it. Just think, an Oscar in the morning, a Jacques in the afternoon, and someone different in the evening. This was something she could get used to. It didn't take Gerald long to pack. He said one more goodbye, accompanied by a rather emotionless kiss on his way out. As soon as his car was down the street and turned out of sight, she called Jacques and invited him for dinner. She could picture his grin as she told him she would be his dessert.

Wendy enjoyed her freedom, and was liberated by her new found ability to bend men to her will. Her play dates with Jacques ended when his wife and children moved in with him, She saw Oscar a couple more times, until he told her his wife was suspicious and he'd have to stop seeing her. Once her divorce was final, she made the most of her single status, and discovered men came in many sizes, shapes and flavors. She was determined to taste as many as she could, enjoying a very active social life.

Gerald did just fine without her. He focused on his work, and made quite a name for himself, rising quickly to a leadership role in the State Senate. He had family money, and as soon as the divorce was final he moved into a large new house barely a mile from Wendy. She saw him at civic functions and when their paths crossed by accident, but never socially. A year after the divorce, he married the lovely ex-wife of a long time Washington power broker, a Senator from a neighboring state. His first child was born a year later, with twins the following year. He had his dream, 3 kids, a dog, a devoted wife (from an influential family), a beautiful house and a rising political career.

Wendy had what she wanted too, no regrets. She had what she wanted, when she wanted it. Her degree in Art landed her a job with a local museum, and managed to pay her bills. Her lovers were generous to a fault, it was the only way she'd have them. She never paid to go out, and vacations were always courtesy of a well-hung host. However Gerald's grace period paying her mortgage was soon coming to an end, and she knew she'd have to either do better to provide, or find a provider. It was a no brainer for Wendy, she'd find a guy, work it so he couldn't do without her, then work it so she could do it either with or without him

She pondered the qualifications for the job. He had to be good looking. She thought it better to find a man who was not particularly well-endowed on the theory that he'd be closer to desperate to "be with a babe." She was still a babe. The years were good to her, and she helped nature along by taking care of herself and exercising. Her new catch would have to give her opportunity to exercise her sexual nature with other men. And finally he would have to be good looking. She gave considerable thought to where she should go hunting such a husband. She took up golf.

She didn't bother joining a club, as she didn't want to waste the money. She simply went to a local driving range, careful to go in the afternoon during the week, when she would be likely to catch gentlemen of means. Sure enough, the cars in the parking lot were high end models, and the deck was sparsely populated by 40 something men, all nicely dressed and easily stroking balls deep into the field. 

"I could teach them a thing or two about stroking balls" Wendy thought to herself as she stepped out with her brand new driver and 9 iron and a bucket of balls. She had selected an especially short pair of shorts and a polo shirt with a low enough plunging neckline to reveal her lace clad milky white bosom lustily. She met Henry very quickly that day.

She took a spot two stalls down from Henry, near enough to him to be quickly noticed, but far enough away to not appear obvious. She had taken golf as her Phys Ed requirement in college, and though long ago, she felt confident she could still hit a golf ball. Henry was a lefty, and so he and Wendy faced each other in their stalls. She knew he was looking as she bent down to tee up her first ball, and lingered in that position offering a clear if a bit distant view of her cleavage. She was pleased to remember her grip, and felt good about a couple of quick practice swings. Her first real stroke was nice and straight, though she would have liked it a little longer.




It's Good to be Strong



"Nice swing," Henry broke the ice.

"Thank you!" 

She flashed a smile his way. He blushed. How cute! He looked so handsome in that golf shirt, white shoes and dashing smile. He hit a towering drive, and she admired the little white ball against the brilliant blue sky. She sliced the next ball, and the next. The next ball hopped the barrier and landed in Henry's stall.

"Whoa!" he jumped in surprise. "Was it something I said?"

"I'm so sorry," she answered "it's been a while and I guess I'm a little inconsistent."

"Before lobbing any more grenades my way, can I offer a tip?"

"Oh please."

Wendy managed to get Henry behind her. He adjusted her grip, her stance, and truly helped her swing so she was hitting most shots straight and true. She was beginning to really enjoy the golf as much as Henry's attention, when she hit her last ball. Henry wanted to say something, but was reluctant. 

"So how about buying a girl a cup of coffee?" she asked.

He smiled his answer. Coffee became drinks. Drinks became dinner. Dinner became drinks again. Drinks again became a very friendly walk along the water, where Henry nearly kissed her. With neither of them comfortable driving, he hailed a cab, and had the driver drop her home first. He walked her to the door, and made a date for tomorrow under the guise of giving her a ride to get her car at the driving range. He gave her a quick goodnight kiss, which reminded her much of Gerald's first kiss in college. Then he got in the cab and went off into the night.

The next day, he arrived right before noon, just as he promised. He drove her to get her car, and then followed back to her home.

"Lunch?" he asked.

"Sounds nice!" she answered.

"How nice would you like it to be?"

She gave him a puzzled look.

"Ok, let's be daring then, grab your passport!"

Wendy had been with Romantics and wealthy adventurers before, but this was a strange suggestion for a second date. Henry nodded reassuringly and waved her towards her house, so she retrieved the passport and hopped in his car. A half hour later, they were at a suburban airport looking at a private jet, gassed and waiting on the runway. They were met by a beautiful flight attendant.

"Good afternoon Mr. Cabot. It's good to see you again. Everything is ready, so as soon as you're aboard we can head off to..er...lunch."

She smiled at Henry and winked at Wendy. She knew Henry's plan, but wasn't telling. A short flight later, they landed in Bermuda, and were met by a uniformed chauffer who whisked them to small restaurant on a hillside above the deep blue sea. The meal was exquisite, but the company was electric. Could she be falling in love in only two days? It was clear Henry was smitten. As happened last night, one thing led to another. Lunch turned into a quick shopping trip and a day at the beach in a daring new bikini. The beach turned into another quick trip to the boutiques and shops in Hamilton. Shopping turned into dinner, and dinner to drinks. The evening ended with the two dancing to a soft band in the moonlight at a terrace on the water. This time Henry kissed her, Wendy was smitten. 

"Do you want to fly home tonight? Or shall we stay a while?"

"I don't have to be at work again for two days, what do you have in mind."

"Dancing a while longer, then finding a place where I can find out how well your head rests on my shoulder."

"Is that all?" 

"Well, I never let a woman rest her head on my shoulder until after I've made love to her."

"Tell the pilot to be ready..."

He looked at her, somewhat disappointed. Had he moved too fast? Just as he was about to respond, she completed her thought.

"...as late as possible Sunday night."

Henry had a luxurious suite waiting, and they spent the night making love and talking. She was less than wowed with his sexual prowess, but he was tender and sweet, he accommodated her dominant tendencies. After being with Oscar and Jacques, she realized she was spoiled for smaller men, like Gerald, and though Henry was of a respectable size, he just didn't hit the spots and fill the voids like her larger lovers had. Henry was average sized, and would at least be able to keep her from feeling totally "uninspired."

Of course there was the money, which appeared to be never ending. Henry had done quite well for himself when he was younger. He had begun mowing lawns and shoveling snow while still in middle school for neighbors. He had gained a reputation for doing good hard work, and by the time he had gone to high school had made enough money to buy his own riding mower and snow blower. All of his neighbors who were too busy, too old or too lazy to do their own work hired Henry, and by the time he was old enough to drive, had already bought a pick up to haul his equipment around. Soon he had other kids working for him, with other garden tractors and snowblowers. He discovered investments and became a whiz at making good picks. He took risks with a small part of his budding portfolio, and made a killing as his early risky picks paid off well. Henry's mom had raised him by herself after his father had abandoned her when he was young, and he took great pride in giving her a gift when he graduated high school. He paid off her mortgage. 

He went to a local college so he could keep managing his budding landscaping business. By the time he finished school, his business was running seven crews around town and was quite profitable. He sold the business to his cousin, who was Henry's first employee. Henry was moving on to bigger and better things. 

Henry began investing in real estate, not as a landlord, but buying houses, renovating them and re-selling at a handsome profit. He began doing the same with larger buildings, office complexes and commercial property. All the while he continued his aggressive investment strategies. By the time he was 35, Henry had amassed a small fortune. He sold all of his real estate and commercial interests and retired, but continued to expertly manage his portfolio of stocks and commodities. By the time he met Wendy he was enjoying a life of golf, travel, and relaxation except for the couple of hours a day he spent on the laptop making the moves that would keep his portfolio growing.

As he got older, Henry missed the family life. He knew he'd given up his youth to attaining his financial position, and had no interest in children. However, he was tired of the shallow personal relationships he had experienced, and was looking for love. It rapidly became apparent that Wendy was perfect for him. She was fun, sexy, and affectionate, but she gave him the space he needed, and wasn't clingy.

Barely a half a year after that first day on the driving range Henry proposed. They sat on a terrace of a winery in Napa, eating a delicious meal and savoring the vineyards excellent stock. When Henry asked her. Her response wasn't bad, but it wasn't a straight yes, either.

"I'd love to Henry." She smiled and then thought carefully about the next thing she was about to say. "There is something you have to know about me first."

This stopped Henry in his tracks. He thought they had gotten to know each other very well in the months they had been together. He was taken aback to learn that there existed, at some level, any secrets or surprises.

"I never led to anyone I loved. I can't lie to you....because I love you."

This brought a smile, but Henry was still reluctantly curious to find out what Wendy had to reveal.

"I don't think I can give myself exclusively to one man for my entire life."

That was just a bit of a bombshell. As Henry's images of their life together clouded over where they had just been clear, Wendy explained.

"It's a sexual hang-up with me. I can't resist forbidden fruit. I'm fine for a while, and I haven't been with anyone but you since we met. Still, I know the day will come when an opportunity presents itself, and I will go for it. I might be able to grow old with one man, but I will be having sex with others during that time."

Wendy went on to tell Henry of her marriage with Gerald, and her affairs with Oscar and Jacques. She told how Gerald reluctantly accepted her trysts with Oscar, but drew the line when her attention shifted to a new man. She explained how turned on it got her to step out, but that she still loved Gerald. She told him how liberating and powerful she felt, and that she could never again give that up. 

Henry listened purposefully, and quite politely. It was Wendy who was unprepared for his response.

"I understand completely."

He looked pensive, she was surprised. 

"You look at men as I look at investments. Some I keep because they pay handsome dividends. Others I dump because they are no good, or I buy and sell as soon as I've use them for their complete potential. It feels very powerful to manage money that way. You feel the same way about sex and love. Every man is like a sexual investment to you."

Wendy's mouth dropped. It came from the last place she'd expect, but Henry got her. He treated money as she treated men. At that moment she knew how in love she was with this man. This gorgeous man, 20 years older than her was all she wasn't, and she was all he wasn't. They were a fit.

"I would love to marry you Henry. I have to marry you."

"Not so fast. In light of what you've told me, I think we need to spell out a ground rule or two. There will be a pre-nuptial agreement. I do not want to open myself to financial ruin if you change your mind later, divorce me and take me to the cleaners. That would be messing with my passion, and I'll leave no possibility for it. I will provide for you in every way, except in the case of divorce. I will not participate as Gerald did, I have no interest in sloppy seconds. You are free to pursue who you wish, as long as I don't have to see any evidence of your "playing around." I expect to be made love to, passionately and regularly, and in any way you would a lover. You will use protection with these guys, and take extraordinary steps to avoid passing along any bugs to me. Now what's good for the goose as they say, so I will also not hesitate if I see something tasty that I'd like to sample, but will abide by the same ground rules I expect from you. I can't tell you how much I love you for being honest up front, and I hope you are ok with this, will marry me and grow old together."

They married the next week.

Wendy watched Henry go back up to the beach house, toss his clubs in the Jeep, and drive off for a round with his friends. She had the entire day to herself. She loved sunbathing naked on the beach in front of the house. She loved it when someone walked by, gawking at the golden skin sprawled on the blanket. Two such figures approached now. Otherwise the beach was empty as usual. Henry owned almost a mile of beachfront property, and had plopped his house dead center. Still people came jogging or hiking by occasionally. The two approaching figures changed from shadows to two young men, probably college age. Their joking and talking grew louder as they approached. She admired their lean tanned bodies as they grew closer. She could hear their remarks about her being naked as well. She had made love to Henry last night, but wasn't quite satisfied, and Henry would be away for hours.

"Hi."

The first boy had wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and six pack abs that rippled in the sun beneath his deep tan. The second was dark haired, and an even deeper tan belied the summer look of olive skin. She could easily see from the bulges in the appropriate spot that they were both nicely endowed, but the blonde was either huge or already starting to grow his wood.

"Good morning" she responded, though she didn't budge, preferring to watch them by shifting her eyes beneath her dark glasses.

"We were kind of wondering," they black haired guy asked "if you feel it is safe to be here all alone, lying like that on a deserted beach."

"I'm fine," she said with a smile "I do this all the time. It's warm, it's free, I can get wet if it gets hot, and like you said, it's deserted"

"Not totally," said Blondie, It was definitely growing wood, the bulge. She knew because it got bigger as she licked her lips when telling them she could get wet. 

"What about guys like us?"

"If I were worried about guys like you, would I have stayed out here, without covering up, waiting for you to stroll by, all the while commenting on my body and how you'd like to fuck me right here? Don't look surprised boys, sound carries with the breeze, especially by the water."

"You don't know us!" It sounded as if 'Dark and Tanned' was a bit put off by the fact that Wendy had no fear. "We could just rape you and leave you here alone, no one would ever know we'd done it."

"Honey, don't you think I know that? But you don't know me either. Do you know who might be watching me from my house? Do you know how much self defense training I've had, or whether there is a handgun in my bag? Are you absolutely sure you could get away with raping me?"

"On the other hand, I'm pretty sure that if you played you cards right you could wind up in a better place than raping me. You could wind up fucking me instead, and having me eagerly participating. Much better don't you think?"

Both bulges were growing rapidly now, and she giggled at the sight of the flabbergasted young men who were so stunned they didn't know what to do.

"And even better, if you are good boys and do as I say, exactly as I say, you may have an experience you'll remember all your life. It will be so good, some day you'll be lying on your death bed and remember me. You will even die with and erection and a wistful dream of me."

Blondie reached and gave his equipment a quick rub and an adjustment. Blackie tried to shift his stance in order to juggle things to a more comfortable place.

"Oh just stop it. You are wasting time. Make your little buddies happy and take your suits off, you don't need them."

They nervously dropped their drawers, and just as she suspected, their very erect cocks hung straight out from their bodies. Blackie was the equal of Jacques, and Blondie was easily the largest cock she had ever seen. 

"That's much better. Before you touch me, I want to see you each take the other's cock in your mouth."

They both shook their heads no.

"Then put your pants on and go away. If you want me together, then you have to prove your are comfortable with each other.

Blackie blinked first. He slowly dropped to his knees and licked Blondie's cock .

"In your mouth."

Blackie slid the shaft in but stopped at the point where it reached the back of his mouth.

"Boys, boys, if you can't deep throat each other, how can you expect me to deep throat you. And I love a man cumming right down my throat while my tongue massages the underside of his shaft."

"Do it man," Blondie urged "I've always wanted a woman to do that to me."

Blackie closed his eyes and slowly slid his mouth all the way down Blondie's shaft. Blondie moaned at the feeling, but it was short lived as Blackie slid back and pointed to his own engorge erection. Blondie wasted no time in taking Blackie deep in his mouth. They looked expectantly at Wendy. 

"Very nice boys, who is first?"

Blondie brought his penis right to Wendy, and she maneuvered under him while instructing Blackie he was to eat her pussy while she brought his friend off. She felt Blackie's eager tongue flicking her clit just as Blondie's cock slid down her throat. She was expert at oral sex, and very used to blowing a big man. One hand caressed his balls and teased his ass while the other guided Blackie's head through the mysteries of her feminine sex. With all of her experiences, this was the first time with more than one partner, and when Blackie's finger found her anal opening, she came hard. Her lips curled over her teeth as she clenched them down on Blondie's shaft, and the heavy pressure drove him crazy. He humped back and forth against the vise that her jaws now locked and as her orgasm subsided, and she pushed her finger deep into his ass. She felt the ass contract first, and as it began its powerful waves of orgasm, she taste globs of his hot cum in her mouth. He spewed endlessly and she swallowed every last drop. 

He pulled out, and as soon as she had licked every drop of cum off his dick, said "Switch places."

The boys complied eagerly. As Blackie's cock slid inside her, she marveled at the different smells and flavors of each man. Blondie preferred attention to her vaginal opening instead of her clit, but returned the favor of fingering her ass. First he slid his fingers into her pussy, slicking them with her juices. Then two firmly but slowly dove all the way into her aching ass. He would not only pump them in and out, but separated them, stretching her opening until she could feel the breeze blowing inside her body. Blackie was meanwhile very ready to blow after licking her to an orgasm and quickly added a course to her lunch meal. He devoured him as hungrily as she had his friend, but was surprised when he came so much she actually gagged. He gets the prize, she thought, that has never happened before. The thought was the impetus for Blondie being able to give her a second orgasm. However once her eyes stopped rolling in the passion of the moment, she could see he was now hard.

"Well baby, you got it ready, now fuck my ass."

She got a bit of oil from her beach bag and slathered it on his cock. She then sat on his lap until his hard monster poked into her anus. She moaned immediately, and began to move downwards, savoring each inch of its length as it probed deep into her. Blackie was hard again at watching this, and had started to stroke his dick as well. 

"Don't waste it baby," she said to him. "What's a threesome for if a girl can't have you both at the same time?"

She didn't ask twice. In a flash, he was on top of her and had his penis entering her. With both sides stretched on these big boys dicks, she went ballistic. Her body wrenched as wave after wave of cum ravaged her, but the guys weren't done. They continued to pump, and she suspected they rather liked feeling each other's dick rubbing against each other inside. They would also linger as their balls rubbed against each other. She couldn't stop cumming, and could feel the energy sapping from her body. The boys came too. She felt Blondie stiffen and knew he was sending his second load into her bowels. It was too much for her and she screamed "FUUUUUCK MEEEEE."

Blackie couldn't take any more, and he began huffing, puffing and pounding her relentlessly. He came furiously and Wendy and Blondie both began to laugh at his uncontrollable spasms. 

When Blackie stopped cumming, the three collapsed on the blanket, and fell asleep. Wendy woke a short while later, but the guys were gone. She knew in a minute she'd have t go shower and get ready for Henry to come home. They were going out for dinner, and she expected a very romantic night. She would be the dedicated wife. But for now she wanted to just lie there still, with the sun baking the crust of dried cum on her naked body. She thought about how close she had come to never experiencing this kind of satisfaction. She was thankful that Gerald had neglected her. She now had the power to go and get what she wanted, whenever she wanted. She had a loving husband who let her do as she pleased and was well off enough that she could do it whenever and where ever she chose, as long as she respected his wishes. She hadn't left a trail of broken hearts behind her in her journey, only a trail of satisfied lovers, and an ex-husband who, if the polls were correct, was about to be elected to the big show, a Senate seat in Washington. 

She showered, and cleaned up all traces of her threesome, but decided against dressing yet, and chose to throw on a flimsy sheer robe. She poured herself a drink and waited for Henry. Finally she heard the whine of his engine as he downshifted the Jeep to pull into the beachhouse garage. She heard the doors close first on the garage, then on the closet where he keeps the clubs, then on the downstairs door to the house. He ascended the stairs to she her sitting there, robe open, legs spread, sitting in an arm chair delicately fingering her glistening wet pussy and licking her lips.




It's Good to be Strong



"Oh baby, you know how I love you in that robe."

"I know Henry, but I was hoping you'd love me today out of this robe."

"How can I resist when you put it that way?"

"You can't!"

As Henry pulled off his clothes and came towards her Wendy thought to herself, "Can life get any better than this?" He picked her up out of the chair and carried her to the bedroom.

"I'm certainly willing to find out!" she thought. And reached over to kiss him.