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My Affair

By: Celtic_Heart



My name is Heather, I'm 30 years old and I have a secret. I've recently had an affair. Well to be honest, it was more of a fling than an affair, but it still involved cheating on my husband. I've never cheated on him before and now that I've sampled what another man can give me, I can safely say I'm not likely to do so again. I don't regret what I've done at all, I just need to tell someone what I've done, get it off my chest so to speak. Let me explain. 

I met my husband, David, when I was 19. David is a couple of months older than me. We got married when we were both 23. We've been together for 11 years and married, happily, for 7. 

I had a number of boyfriends before David but he was the first that I ever slept with. This isn't to say that I never gave any of my previous boyfriends any action, not at all! 

I'd been going out with boys since I was 13, although in those days it was nothing more than kissing and the odd fumble with all our clothes on. When I was 15 I met Steve. He was 17 and was the first "man" to see me naked. He taught me the joys of erotic massage and oral sex, both giving and receiving. In the year we spent together I learned and perfected all the skills that my subsequent boyfriends, David included, have enjoyed. I experienced the full range of sexual activities, learning to take delight in the differences of style and technique. The only thing I never did was fuck any of them. 

Why? I don't know. Some romantic notion of saving myself for Mr. Right? Seems unlikely since I was happy to do everything else. Anyway, if that was the case, then David was certainly Mr. Right! 

We'd been together about 6 months when I surrendered my somewhat dubious virginity to him. We were at his flat and had spent hours pleasuring each other with our hands, lips and tongues. Kissing and caressing, licking and sucking. David has always loved my skill when it comes to giving fantastic blow-jobs. He claims that I give the best he's ever had and often teases me about my "training." From the start we've always been completely honest about our sexual experiences. 

David had his face buried in my pussy and had just eaten me to a massive orgasm. I was still trembling as he moved his body up mine to hold me in his arms. I love the closeness of being held as my body slowly recovers from a cataclysmic release. He began to kiss me and I could taste my pussy on his lips. As we kissed my hands sought out his cock which was hard and fully recovered from releasing an earlier load of cum into my eager mouth. 

I stroked it absently, marveling, as I always do, at the effect I have on it. Slowly, I began to tease myself with its head, sliding it up and down the length of my wet pussy. Everything felt so right as, unconsciously, I began guiding the tip towards my waiting hole. 

Without any hesitation, David took his cue and slowly began to slide his cock into me. I bit my lower lip as inch by delicious inch pushed its way deep inside me, stretching me, filling me completely until his cock was buried to the hilt inside my pussy. 


We lay there, motionless for a while, savouring the feeling of our bodies joined together for the first time. I gripped his cock with my pussy as we lay there, kissing deeply. Then, ever so slowly, David began to move. His cock began to move in and out. I sighed with pleasure as his cock worked its way in and out. 

David began to increase his pace and my hips began to move, rising up to meet each thrust of his cock, our bodies moving in a harmonious counter beat. A warm glow spread over me as his body moved, both on top of mine and inside mine, pinning me to the bed. 

Yet again, David increased his pace. His cock was pounding into my pussy, his balls slapped against me with every thrust. I brought my knees up and took him in deeper, gripping him tightly with my pussy. We fucked at an ever more furious pace for several minutes until David's breathing became more and more strained. "I'm going to cum," he said in a hoarse whisper. I closed my eyes and nodded, caught up in the sensations, then suddenly I felt his cock begin to twitch violently inside me as it emptied its load of hot, sticky cum deep inside my pussy. 

David collapsed on top of me and we lay there, holding each other close. Whilst David had cum, I hadn't. That didn't detract anything from how much I enjoyed it. In fact I seldom cum from being fucked alone. I need the more direct attention of a tongue or finger on my clit. 

Since then, sex between us has always been fantastic, even after the 11 years we've been together, I still feel the same excitement that I felt the very first time. So why did I have an affair? It's not that I don't love David, I do! I probably love him even more now than I did all those years ago. I'm also certain that David has never cheated on me, so why did I do it? The answer, I guess, is fairly simple. No matter how fulfilled David makes me, and believe me he does, there's one thing he couldn't give me and that was the feeling of another man's cock inside me. Why should this bother me when David is everything I want? I don't really know. I guess there was a simple longing to see if it would feel different. As I said earlier, I'd had plenty of boyfriends and I'd been pretty adventurous with them but only David had ever fucked me. As the years we spent together went by I felt a kind of "regret" for all those wasted opportunities. I convinced myself that if I'd gone all the way with even a couple of my previous boyfriends I'd appreciate what I had with David even more. 

Despite this, I never really intended to do anything about it. I was more than happy with what I had and the idea of letting myself be picked up by a complete stranger for a one night fling was completely against my nature. So how did it come about that I had an affair? 

Well the answer boils down to a chance series of circumstances. My work means that occasionally I have to travel to different offices around the country. "It" happened on my last trip, just a couple of months ago. My company has an office in Dublin and I had to spend a week there, meeting up with my colleagues from that office. I flew there on Sunday afternoon and would be home on the Friday, getting put up, as usual in some fancy hotel. The first few days passed uneventfully. It was Thursday, as I was going for my evening meal that I bumped into Roy. 

Roy and I had worked together several years ago and we'd been pretty good friends. Nothing underhand, just pals. He'd left about two years ago to take up a job in London and I hadn't seen him since. He joined me for dinner and afterwards asked me if I'd join him for a drink. I said yes as I thought It'd be nice to actually have someone I knew to chat to for a change. 

Conversation at first consisted of the usual formalities. We chatted about old times, exchanged gossip about old friends and acquaintances and generally had a good laugh. Roy had always been an easy going person, very friendly, we'd always got on well. Finally he told me that he was going to be emigrating to Australia soon. His marriage had broken up and this was an opportunity to make a fresh start. I think it was then that I sensed that this could be my chance, although I didn't know what to do about it. I liked Roy, so it wouldn't be a stranger, he was leaving to start a new life in another country, so it could never be serious. I was getting turned on just thinking about it. The problem was that I didn't know how to make a move. 

The problem solved itself near the end of the evening. We'd been in the bar for about three hours and I was a little merry. My heart almost sank when Roy told me he'd had a lovely evening but was going to have to retire for the night. I resigned myself to the fact that my chance had come and gone. 

He stood up to go and I stood up to kiss him goodnight. It was just a brief peck. A kiss between friends was all it was really meant to be. Our lips touched, parted then were together again. We kissed deeply and I knew I couldn't let this pass me by. Our lips separated and we looked at each other, there was a longing in his eyes that matched my mood. I simply nodded and without a word he led me back to his room. 

The door closed behind us and our lips met again. As our tongues explored each other's mouths our hands struggled with each other's clothes, pulling, tugging, shedding them carelessly on the floor. Roy was already hard. I stroked his cock lightly as we kissed, then I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees in front of him. I ran my tongue up the length of his cock, stroking it, as I did, with one hand whilst gently playing with his balls with the other. I kissed and licked my way up and down his shaft, covering it in a fine film of saliva. I opened my lips and slowly took him into my mouth. 

Roy began to murmur softly as my lips began to glide up and down the length of his cock. I sucked him eagerly, changing my pace frequently between fast and slow, hard and gentle. As I sucked I gently teased the area between his balls and his arse causing his hips to buck, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. 

Roy's hands were on my head, pushing me on to his cock. I slid him out of my mouth and ran my tongue round the head of his cock, round and round, swirling one way then the other. Then I took him into my mouth again. 

I was vaguely aware of Roy saying things like, "Oh God. That feels so good." and "Go on, suck me harder you little bitch.," as my lips worked there way relentlessly up and down his pole. He was losing himself to the sensations I was giving him and I was loving every minute of it. I always get turned on enormously when men start talking dirty to me as I suck them. It gives me a feeling of power over them. 

As I sucked I began to wank him; my fingers and lips meeting midway along the length of his cock. I could feel it begin to throb as my fingers pounded his shaft. I could taste the pre-cum dribbling from the end. 

Roy's hips began to buck uncontrollably. "Oh Heather!" he cried, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your sweet little fuckin' mouth! I'm gonna fill your mouth with my cum!" 

My hand jerked furiously on his cock, my lips slid back until only the head was in my mouth. I gave one final suck and then Roy exploded. A huge spurt of hot, sticky cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed rapidly as a second and a third followed. His cock slid from between my lips as two more jets took me full in the face. I gulped down his cum, licking my lips a the final few spurts landed on my tits. I sat back as Roy sagged to the floor. I wiped his cum from my face then rubbed it into the skin of my tits. Finally I licked my fingers clean then turned my attention to his semi-erect dick, licking the last drops of cum that oozed from the end. I stood up, gave Roy my hand and led him over to the bed. 

We lay down. Within seconds Roy was kissing me. He kissed me lightly on the lips, working his way down my neck and shoulders, driving me wild with desire. I moaned as he started to kiss and lick my tits. 

With a circular motion, starting at the outside and working in to the nipple, he licked each in turn, making the skin slick with his saliva. 

I sighed as his hands slid over my wet skin. My tits are quite large, firm and very, very sensitive. Roy pushed them together, teasing my nipples between his thumb and fingers. 

"Mmm," I moaned, as he gently teased each nipple with his teeth. "Aahh!" I gasped as he pushed my tits together and rapidly licked from side to side. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming as he sucked as much of each tit as he could into his mouth and flicked the nipple with his tongue. I was caught up in the ecstasy of having my tits licked and squeezed, sucked and caressed. 

With a final kiss he left my tits and moved down. Roy parted my legs, dropped his head to my pussy and ran his tongue lightly along its length. His tongue lapped at my swollen clit sending bolts of pleasure coursing through my body. His tongue parted my pussy lips and gently probed into my soaking hole. 

Roy's tongue lapped in and out, the sensations in my pussy grew stronger. My legs were over his shoulders and Roy reached up to play with my tits as his tongue continued to explore my cunt. 

Roy's hands squeezed and teased my nipples as his tongue concentrated on my clit. I pushed my tits together as he worked on my nipples. 

"Harder!" I moaned. "Squeeze my tits and lick me harder! Fuck me with your tongue. Go on fuck me!" I yelled as the sensations began to take over. 

My hips were thrusting uncontrollably as Roy franticly licked and sucked on my clit. I felt my self slipping over the edge. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, mmm YES!!" I cried as I came, clutching at Roy's hair, pushing his face harder against my throbbing pussy. 

As wave after wave of orgasmic bliss pulsed through me Roy's tongue continued to lick and probe my lower reaches. My whole body was aflame as my orgasm continued to mount. Suddenly I was shaking uncontrollably. "OOOOHHH YESSSS!!" I screamed as a second, stronger climax tore through me. "AAHH!" I moaned, then I knew I needed Roy's cock inside me. 

"Stop," I begged. "I want your cock. Fuck me.," I pleaded. "Fuck me, I want your cock inside me. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Fuck me please." I was desperate to have him. 

Roy moved up on top of me. He kissed me and his cock began to press at the entrance of my pussy. He tried to tease me but I was having none of it. I reached down between my legs, grabbed his fully engorged cock and swiftly guided it into me. "Ooohh," I gasped as inch by delicious inch Roy slid into me, filling me totally. I brought my knees up to let him in deeper. Roy began to thrust and I tightened my pussy around what was only the second cock that had ever been inside it. 

Roy quickly found his pace. His cock pumped in and out of my pussy and I dug my fingers into the cheeks of his arse, forcing him in deeper. In and out he slid with long, slow, deliberate strokes. My own hips thrust against his and my pussy contracted against his length. 

We rolled over. I leaned forward, thrusting my tits into Roy's face as I slid up and down his cock. I cried out as he took my tits in his hands and started to play with them. He raised his head and began to suck, slowly taking each one deep into his mouth. 

Then Roy's hands were on my hips, slowly lifting me up and down his cock. I slid up until only the very tip was still inside me. I held there for a moment the slammed my pussy back down his pole, impaling myself on it. At the bottom of each stroke I gripped him tightly. Up and down, my hips moved to a beat of their own. In and out, Roy's cock filling and stretching me. I was riding him for all I was worth while he continued to lick and suck my tits. 

We rolled over again. Roy shifted position slightly, pinning me to the bed. His hips thrust at an ever faster pace. "Oohh yes!" I sighed. "Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder. You feel so good inside me. Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was screaming obscenities at him, urging him on. I can't help myself. When I'm aroused I just have to talk dirty, it adds to the sensations. 

Roy was breathing hard. I wrapped my legs round his back, grabbing his arse with my hands, pushing him in deeper and deeper. Roy's cock slammed into me with all the force he could muster. "I'm cumming.," he cried, "I gonna cum inside you." 

"Fill me.," I replied, "Fill me with your cum." 

Roy pulled back, his cock almost slipping out of me then he thrust, a long, hard, powerful thrust. His balls slapped against me, his cock twitched inside me and then I felt his hot, sticky cum exploding inside me. He thrust again and another jet of cum erupted from his cock, again and again he thrust, his body shaking on the verge of exhaustion as his cock spewed load after load of cum deep inside my aching cunt. Roy collapsed on top of me and we lay there just holding each other. I felt euphoric, knowing that at last I'd finally learned what another man's cock inside me felt like, but also knowing that despite it all I still loved David more than anything. 

I left shortly afterwards, knowing that in the morning Roy would be gone, soon to depart for another country. I felt a mild regret. Not at what I'd done but at the thought that it would never be repeated. Roy had been fantastic, not better than David, just different. I lay in my bed and brought myself off with my fingers before falling into a dream filled slumber. 

I was in a state of high arousal the whole way home the next day. I literally threw myself on David the moment I got home. We fucked with an intensity that we'd never known, my body still charged from the night before. 

It's now almost three months since that night. I haven't told David about it. Despite the fact that I love him dearly and don't want anyone else, I don't think that he'd understand. We're even closer now than we were before although sometimes I fantasise about that night when I'm with him. 

So have I really been unfaithful? Sure I'm married and I had my brains fucked out by another man, but enjoyable as it was it was, to use an old cliché, just sex. I needed to get it out in the air, so there you go. Maybe some day David will find this site and read this story and then he'll know. I never want to hurt him. At the end of the day I wanted to find something out and now I have. Is it any different from the women he fucked before he met me? We experimented in a different order that's all. Now that I have, as I said earlier, I'm pretty sure I won't have to again. I know when I'm on to a good thing.

My Affair



This is a true account has described by the woman at work about us starting an affair.

SESSION 1

We got up and returned to the car.

"What were you thinking?" I asked.

"I was thinking that I would have liked to roll on top of you and fucked you!" John responded.

"I was thinking that I would have liked you to roll on top of me, and shagged me." I gasped.

What had happened?

We had lay there in the summer sun. I was wearing a thin cotton dress that clung to my curves; the top gapped showing the outline of my breast. What was unusual? Just something happened we just wanted to fuck. 

He leaned over from the driver's seat and he kissed me fully. I responded and I lifted his hand and put it on my breast. My breast was lovely and firm with a hard nipple. It felt very big!

His cock was going hard, so I rubbed my hand on his thigh. I find his hard-on and continued rubbing it.

"There are too many people around," I say.

He started the motor and we drove off. What was I doing? I unzipped his pants and my hand went in. I gripped his hard cock whilst I had taken his hand and rubbed it up my leg, up my inner thigh where he slipped his fingers under my panty leg. I was very wet and wriggled on the seat. I was about to come!

"Lets go to my place?" He asked. "NO, I must get back to work," I insisted.

"I cannot my hard-on will not go down," he responded. I left him!

SESSION 2

He visited my office. I was wearing a tight fitting top and a short tight skirt.

He entered but I said nothing. He just looked at me, all over me. I sat there and rubbed my breasts. My nipples went hard. We looked at each other and I moved my chair close to him. My hand rubbed his thigh whilst his hand ran up my inner thigh. He played! I liked! I played! He seemed to like!

"Someone will see us," I said.

He left and went to the nearest 'Gents' 

SESSION 3

We were in his car and I was sat back looking sexy. My blouse was undone. I was wearing a short tight skirt and showed lots of leg and thigh.

"What are we doing?" he asked. "What would you like to do?" I responded. 

I placed his hand up my skirt. He felt my stockings and suspenders (I always wear them). He felt my bare skin. He moved his hand further up. I was not wearing panties. I am soaking wet!

"My place?" he gasped. "I think you had better," I replied as I squirmed on the seat.

He unlocked the door and I pushed him against the wall. I pulled off his jacket and undid his tie. I ripped off his shirt whilst his hands had my blouse over my head. He fumbled behind me to undo my bra. It came away easily. My hands were at his trousers and I undid them and rubbed his cock. 

He then saw my breasts. "They are gorgeous!" he exclaimed whilst his hands roamed them. My hands pulled down his trousers and his mouth went down and sucked my nipples. They were very big (the size of the bottom half of my little finger, and of yours!). Big nipples erect on lovely big firm breasts. He could not resist them. I made his trousers and pants fall off and then I pushed him back. He fell to the floor so I grabbed his cock in my hand and jerked it up and down a few times.

I then went astride him and he forced his hard cock up my cunt. I was riding him whilst he played with my nipples. He sucked them and he fondled them whilst I rocked back and forward on his cock. It gave me a lovely feeling.

He suddenly pushed me off. Nothing had happened but he grabbed my legs and gripped them tight. He thrust his tongue inside my cunt and he licked me. When he got as far as my clit.

"Oh! No! Please not anymore!" I gasped, so he stopped.

"But nothing has happened for neither of us has come!" he responded. 

"I have come four times," I responded breathlessly. "No you have not for you made no noise!" He said getting frustrated.

"When I was a teenager, I slept in the same bed as my two sisters and I soon learn silent climaxes. It was absolutely gorgeous riding you cock. I have wanted to do that for years," I said smiling. "Now it is your turn!"

I leant forward and I rubbed my tongue around his tip. I rubbed along the opening and I then moved forward and rubbed his cock tip around my nipples. I was wanking his cock. He was beginning to pant as I pushed his cock into my tit. He climaxed and his sperm shoot out all over my nipple and my breast. I wiped his cock on my other breast.

We got fully undressed and we lay on the bed. We played, we kissed and we fucked.

SOME FURTHER HIGHLIGHTS

He was teasing me. His hands were roaming free. "Come to my place?" he asked. "NO!" His hands kept up their teasing. "Are you sure? I can do more," he responded.

"Huummmm!!"

"I am turning off so if you do not want to then say now," he said.

"You bastard! Yes! Please!" I finally agreed.

He was slow and he would not let me touch him. He stripped me using hands and mouth. He gripped my thighs whilst he thrust his tongue onto my clit. I started panting and he kept licking.

"Oh! No more! No more! Please...." I gasped. 

He ignored and suddenly, "Oh! Don't stop!" I screamed in a climax.

"I thought you always had silent climaxes?" he asked. 

"There are limits! You bastard!" I replied. (Me think - I enjoyed!!)

 

We undressed and I held his cock. I rubbed it. My mouth engulfed his penis and I started sucking and licking. His cock tasted lovely. He started breathing heavily and suddenly shot his load. I sucked all his sperm from him and not a drop fell to waste. (Me think - He enjoyed that!!)

 

We rested and chatted in a sexy and horny way. I rubbed his cock hard again and I then mounted him. I rode him and I enjoyed it.

He drove me back to work and we met Carol. She took one look at me and said, "I see you two have been enjoying yourself?" I was mortified.

"She can not have known what we have been doing," I said to him.

" Why not? You look like a woman who has been well and truly fucked." He responded.

"I have!" I exclaimed 

ANOTHER DAY

I entered his office. "You look very sexy!" he exclaimed.

"I always do when I come down here. I am leaving at four so will you be around?" I ask. 

I left. I was wearing a small green suit, high heels and stockings. You could see the suspender belt under my skirt. . My blouse was totally gapping with a low cut bra.

At four I entered his office. I sit in his low chair so he could see the tops of my stockings and my bare thighs. "I feel horny!" I said.

"Why is that?" he responded. " I have been sat in the office with the two young lads." I retorted. "Oh! Yes!" He exclaimed. 

"All I could think about was rolling on the floor with one's cock in my cunt, and the others cock in my mouth. They could have taken me just like that," I responded.

"And my cock up your arse?" he said, 

."Oohh! That would be fun!" I exclaimed. I grabbed his hand and put it up my skirt. I was soaking wet. He got up and locked the door.

"Are you safe?" He asked.

"Yes!" I responded

He knelt in front of me and took out his cock. He bent down and moved my panty leg over. He rubbed his cock, whilst giving my clit a lick and suddenly he thrust his cock in me.

"Think of this as one of their cock's," he said.

"Oh! Yes! Oooohh! Yes, please!" I gasped.

I found that vision very exciting. We both climaxed, quickly and noisily.



My Affair



Based on real people and events, but in a fictionalized form.

It was just before our eighth anniversary when my first marriage fell apart, though neither of us knew it, not precisely, not then.

Glennie and I had been married following a protracted courtship and engagement. Hindsight being what it is and all, I'd have to say she seemed desperately unenthusiastic about marrying-- about marrying *me*, anyway -- but she was getting up there, feeling like a spinster at the ripe old age of twenty-eight, and I was but a pup of twenty-six.

Again with the hindsight, I think she felt inadequate, as if she needed to latch onto the first man who didn't run screaming from her. I appear to have been that one, though I also believe her perceptions were skewed. She was not unattractive, though not a beauty in any classic sense.

I came to discover, later, my suspicions were correct. Her father turned out to be an abusive lout, verbally if not physically; her mother never stood up to the man, never protected her only child from his contumely.

(As an aside: I believe the old man respected me. The first time we met, he tried that shit with me; I handed it back to him in spades and walked out the door. Next time we met, he was far nicer.)

In any event, we finally married, and settled into something like a home life.

The wedding night was unpleasant, not to say a disaster; Glennie was a virgin, and while I'm no John Holmes, she was unprepared for my presence in her body. Her maidenhead was thick, and tore with some considerable pain. We didn't make love again for three nights, and after that things got a little better, though she never really enjoyed sex.

We were substantially older than most first-time newlyweds, and more responsible; and so we were relatively flush with cash. Our student loans had been paid off, we owned our cars, and neither of us had fallen into the credit-card trap. We had the money to afford a house outright, and we jumped at the opportunity to move into a new development shortly after the wedding. 

We were never blessed with children. She became pregnant three times, and each spontaneously aborted within the first trimester. I wonder, now, years later, whether things might have been sweeter for her had she been able to deliver a child.

Sex became an issue. She tolerated it, mostly to placate me, but was never willing (or perhaps able) to abandon herself to my attempts to induce pleasure. Her most common bedroom phrase, uttered only when I attempted to initiate lovemaking, was, "How about just a quickie?"

Many men would have enjoyed a setup like that; most, I think, would eventually grow weary of such pro forma intimacy. I certainly did, mostly because I really, truly loved Glennie, and I wanted her, and I wanted her to want me. 

I finally accepted such would never be the case. Our relationship reduced to a simmer; we both worked, and enjoyed some of life's finer things, and for the most part kept a respectable distance.

And life went on.

++++++

I don't want to give the impression life was all sour. There were plenty of good times. Our neighbors to the left, Tom and Martha Pender, were perhaps our best friends. They were significantly older, early fifties when we moved in next to them, but we developed an over-the-fence relationship quickly. They made us part of their extended family; cook-outs and picnics, card games and birthday parties and New Year's Eve celebrations, a family to love and nurture and stand in for the ones we did not have.

Work was good, as well. Glennie and I worked our respective ways up our respective corporate ladders. If money had never been an issue, it wasn't even on the radar by this point.

Conservative as we were, never prone to excesses, we failed to indulge in new cars and furniture, things like that. Our savings were substantial; the prospect of early retirement came up, even as we were only in our early thirties. We even discussed setting a goal of retirement by age forty-five.

Life took a few turns, though.

One evening I had to stop by the pharmacy on the way home, and so arrived a little later than usual. I knew, from the sight of the ambulance in the Pender's driveway, all was not well.

Glennie was standing on our front stoop, weeping. Tom had had a heart attack, she told me as best she could; the paramedics had just gotten there before I arrived, and it didn't look good.

We watched the ambulance pull away, and there was Martha, trying to get into her car to follow, looking dazed and having trouble with the keys. Glennie called to her; we bundled her into my car, and the three of us drove, as quickly as safely possible, to the hospital.

Tom was gone before we arrived.

The next weeks and months were difficult, mostly for Martha but of course for us as well. We offered assistance, and soul of practicality that she was, she accepted. None of your typical I'm-fine-on-my-own bullshit from that lady, let me tell you.

Still, all the help we could give, all the love and support the neighborhood offered, were ultimately not enough. Martha succumbed to the call of her oldest son, to come and live with his family. He and his wife had four young children, and lived not too far away.

And so it was with great trepidation that we watched the moving van pull up to the house we still thought of as the Penders', and the moving men transferring the contents into the house. Trepidation because the Penders were a known quantity; the new neighbors were a mystery yet to be unraveled.

The new neighbors turned out to be a single woman, about our age, a young widow (it turned out) named Sophie. She was attractive but unglamorous, polite if a bit cool, though we wrote that off to being uncomfortable around new neighbors.

Eventually, of course, we began to get to know her. She was quite nice, but maintained a remoteness Tom and Martha never evidenced.

++++++

I remember the evening it all started. Our eighth anniversary was approaching; it was April, unseasonably cool and just right for leaving the windows open. Glennie and I had not made love in quite a while, several weeks in fact, and I thought I was due. 

As soon as I brought up the subject, I wished I had not.

"Sex, sex, sex," she grumbled. "That's all you ever think about."

"No," I shot back, "you have it backwards. All I ever do about sex is think. I'm sure as hell not getting any."

She threw down the magazine she'd been reading. "When will you GROW UP?" she barked. "You're not eighteen anymore! You don't need sex every day!"

"Married people make love, Glennie," I said, more calmly than I felt. "I can't help it. I'm reasonably young, and I have a libido. I'm married to a desirable woman. This is not just me rutting, this is natural. Living the way we do is unnatural."

We went back and forth on the subject, trading a few more barbs. Finally, she'd had enough.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" she spat, and stormed out of the room. She locked herself in the guest room."

I stood there for a moment, feeling simultaneously frustrated and confused. I didn't know how to solve the problem. Maybe, I thought, there was no solution. No viable solution, anyway.

I went to bed alone that night. Sleep was a long time coming.

++++++

The next morning, I awoke a little later than normal, but by no means had I overslept. My normal habit is to hit the treadmill for a brief workout prior to my morning ablutions; it would have to take a rest today.

I realized soon enough Glennie had gone to work early. She had left me no note of acknowledgment, apology, or anything else. I sat at the table, fuming, trying to get my head into the day, when it occurred to me I had tons of personal time built up and absolutely nothing pressing on the calendar for that day.

I called Ben, my boss -- he was always in early -- and allowed how I had some things to tend to, household items which had piled up and simply needed attention. He told me I needed to take time off, and gave me his blessing to play hooky. I think he suspected something, but he never let on.

My date with the treadmill was back on.

Fifteen minutes of steady plodding turned into thirty minutes of pushing myself forward, and that into forty-five minutes of motion, all told, including a little jogging and some cooling down. It felt good to release some of my pent-up tension.

I was nasty, in need of a shower in the worst way. Then I realized: there really were things around the house I needed to do, starting with tending the shrubs. That gave way, after an hour or so, to bagging the detritus, and that in turn to raking up the leaves and bagging them as well.

I looked around, pleased with what I had accomplished; but I am a creature of habit, and not getting a shower in the morning is simply anathema. I had more to do, but I figured, if I had to get another shower later, to hell with it; I'd just get another shower later.

So, around ten-thirty, I walked out into the back yard, wearing a clean a-shirt and Bermudas, trying out my new summer sandals, and examined my handiwork. I sighed: if only my marriage could be made to pass inspection with just the application of some good, honest effort.

A voice interrupted my reverie. "Jeff!" I heard the voice say, from somewhere on my left. I looked in that general direction, and noticed Sophie standing there, leaning over the fence. I waved in return.

"So what's Mr Industrious doing at home on a non-holiday like this?" she asked cheerfully.

"I took a personal day off," I answered, not elaborating. "Things to do, you know."

"Had breakfast yet?" she asked.

It struck me: no, I had not. "Actually, I think I got so busy I just forgot," I replied a little sheepishly.

"I have some fresh coffee and croissants for brunch, and I could sure use some company," she said, smiling enticingly.

I thought for a moment. "Okay," I replied, and crossed through the two gates separating our yards.

For the first time, I was able to take stock of her in a very informal setting. Glennie and I had been in her house, briefly, when she first moved in, welcoming her to the neighborhood. She was always well-dressed, her home immaculate.

This particular morning, she looked fresh-scrubbed and shiny, wearing culottes, flipflops, and a t-shirt; and unless it was so thin as to be undetectable, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts, respectable B-cups to my eye, were firm and proud with no assistance. I tried not to stare, but I'm a breast man, and it had been a while since I'd seen a pair. Real ones, anyway.

She had ducked into the house through the patio door to grab an extra coffee cup and saucer. She emerged, motioned for me to sit, and as I complied she put a couple of very hot croissants on a small plate and placed it in front of me. She proffered jam, honey and butter; I declined all three, mostly because I just prefer plain bread, especially when it's fresh.

We talked about this and that, how she was settling into the neighborhood, how she liked the town, where she had lived before. She discussed the few, brief years of happiness when she and her husband, Frank, were married.

"After my Frank passed on," she said, "I had to get away from everything. I couldn't stay where we had lived."

"Why?" I asked.

"Mys," she said crisply. "They think I somehow arranged his death. He died of an aortic dissection. You understand what that is?"

I nodded. "It's sorta like an aneurysm. Quick, painless, usually a congenital defect, if I recall my biology class."

She smiled. "Most people wouldn't have known that."

"I had this nasty habit in school," I replied. "I studied."

She laughed, a tinkly little sound. "Anyway, I tried to remain part of the family, but they weren't having any of it. I think it chapped their asses when I was the beneficiary of his life insurance."

"Shit," I muttered, "it's always about the money with some people."

"So," she continued, "I pulled up stakes, and here we are, you and me, having brunch."

"You seem to have gotten over... well, the situation... uh," I trailed off.

Her smile never faltered. "You mean I'm acting like some sort of merry widow?"

I nodded, and she continued, "My Frank was the love of my life. I loved that man with all my heart, and now he's gone. I mourned for him. I'm done. There's no contradiction. I feel no guilt whatsoever about it."

I smiled to match hers. "That's great to hear. So it was a happy marriage."

She nodded. "Far from perfect, but very happy. The only bone of contention, you should pardon the expression, was Frank's sex drive. He was... hmm, how to say... not impotent, but he had a low libido. I, on the other hand, have a much higher drive. He tried his best to please me, and that was enough. Does that make any sense to you?"

I sighed. "Yes, it actually does. My wife and I are... shall we say, at odds right now."

"Yeah," she said, "I know about that."

My eyebrows rose. "Come again?"

She leaned forward on both elbows, and said, "Jeff, I don't want to embarrass you, but your windows were open last night."

"Oh, shit," I muttered. "I'll bet the whole neighborhood heard us. Shit..."

She patted my hand, laughing lightly. "I don't think so," she said soothingly. "Your window," she pointed, "opens on this side of my house. I could hear what was being said, but not completely clearly, and I was not inclined to eavesdrop. I doubt if anyone else heard anything."

That took some of the initial sting out of it, but I kicked myself mentally.
 "So tell me," she said, "has she always been like this? I mean, thinking sex was a duty to be performed?"

I looked away, then back at her; I sighed heavily, and said, "Yeeeeeah, pretty much." For reasons I didn't understand at the time, the story began to tumble out of me; the long engagement, the wedding night, the miscarriages. I talked nonstop for ten minutes. She nodded sympathetically at key points, asking a couple of insightful questions along the way.

Finally I was done. I felt drained, liberated, like I had gone to confession for the first time in years. Sophie sat, looking at me intently, smiling slightly, non-judgmentally.

She abruptly changed the subject. "So you're having a goof-off day to relieve your frustrations, are you?"

"Yeah," I said. "I can always find something needs doing around the house."

She began to clear the dishes; I grabbed some of them and followed her into the house. "How'd you like to help me a little?" she asked. "I have some things that have gone untended to, not having a man around and all."

"Somehow, you don't strike me as being dependent on a man," I quipped, and she giggled.

"Okay, that was sexist," she allowed. "I mean, another pair of hands, a strong back, a different perspective. Like that."

"Gotcha," I said. We loaded the dishes in the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen.

Afterward, she said, "I was sorta joking, but if you'd hang around, I'd really be grateful."

"Lead on, m'lady," I replied.

She grinned and led me to the attic entrance, your typical trap-door in the hall ceiling. She explained there were some boxes in the attic, more like a crawl-space, that contained items she needed, and some boxes she'd prepared downstairs that needed to be placed in the attic. I could see it wasn't going to be a terribly difficult job, unless attempted solo.

We worked for about an hour; she brought boxes to me, which I carried upstairs, and took the boxes which I handed her. She was no shrinking violet, that was certain; she was matching me, effort for effort, and while the day was coolish, we worked up a sweat.

I began to notice telltale signs of wet areas between her breasts, which grew and eventually accentuated her nipples. I struggled to keep my own libido in check.

Eventually we finished, and took a break. I stole a few glances at her wet-t-shirt impression, as we sat and drank cold water. She prepared cucumber sandwiches -- by this time, it was after noon -- and we munched the light repast, punctuating the meal with small talk.

We let lunch settle, then got back to work, attacking the garage with fervor equal to the morning's. By two-thirty or so, we'd done quite a lot. "Enough for one day," she declared.

We retired to the comfort of her sitting room. She turned on the fan -- it was too cool for the a/c -- and we sat in comfort for a few moments, the only sound the soft hum of the fan.

I was sneaking surreptitious glances at her breasts, showing nicely beneath the sweat-soaked t-shirt. Turned out I was not nearly as sly as I thought; she leaned forward, chest thrust outward, in an exaggerated stretch, and then in one quick motion removed the garment. She sat there bare-breasted, grinning at me.

After a moment, I said, "Uhm, Sophie...?"

She maintained the grin. "Like what you see? Come on, I've seen you peeking at me." I must have blushed, because she laughed lightly and said, "Oh, not to worry. I won't tattle. Besides, it's my house, and if I want to sit here topless, that's my business."

I found my voice. "Well, it's a nice sight, I must admit."

She stood, walked over to my seat, and plopped down in my lap, straddling my legs. She looked directly into my eyes for a moment; then she took my face in her hands, leaned in close, and kissed me.

It was erotic and passionate without being too physical. There was no great moaning, no writhing, no grinding of crotches; just an intense and very enjoyable kiss. After a few moments, she broke the kiss, took my hands and pressed them to her breasts.

I smiled, kneading her orbs gently, gently; and she returned the smile and said, "You know what? I think you'd enjoy this a lot more if they were nice and clean. If we were all clean. Don't you?'

I looked up into her eyes, feeling slightly surreal, and nodded. She smiled, dismounted and extended a hand, which I took. I stood, let her lead me down the hallway to the bathroom.

She slipped off her culottes, then turned to disrobe me. She reached into a closet and retrieved bath cloths and towels. We stepped into the shower stall; she turned the water on a nicely hot setting, and we began the very romantic process of washing one another.

It was one of the most erotic events of my life. Glennie had never consented to such a thing, much less initiated. As I ran my hands over Sophie's soap-slicked breasts, as she leaned into my hands, I felt urges I had all but forgotten. I got on my knees and gently washed her mons; then, as I ran clean water over her mound, eliminating the soap, I gave in to the urge to run my tongue along her pussy lips.

She took my head in her hands, opened her legs a bit, and shuddered as I tasted her freshly clean woman-scent. After a moment, she stopped me. I stood, we completed the shower -- she took a moment to stroke my penis, but only briefly; I believe she knew what would happen otherwise -- and stepped out, drying ourselves and one another.

We kissed our way into the bedroom. I picked her up and placed her on the bed, joining her as we resumed our kissing.

I kissed my way down her torso, lapping at each breast, sucking, lightly nipping her nips, kissing the underside of each of her bosoms -- I learned long ago many women consider that a neglected region -- and worked my way down, once again, and in better position, to her grotto.

I'd eaten pussy before, in my younger days, but none so exquisite as this. I inserted my tongue as deeply as I could, extracting the nectar from her walls; she rewarded me with vocal appreciations of what she was experiencing.

At length I got to work on her clitoris. My technique, rusty perhaps, stood me in good stead, and I was able to flick her button, rapidly and steadily, until she came with a soft howl. She pressed her thighs against my head as she pushed me away; I recognized the gesture as orgasmese for, "Enough!"




My Affair



I scooted up to lay supine beside her; she rolled over to rest her head on my left shoulder, running her hands through the hair on my chest. After a moment, she whispered, "Wow."

I rubbed her shoulder with my left hand, and said, "Pretty good?"

She nodded mutely. After a few more moments of silence, she said, "That's the best orgasm I've ever had."

"I'll bet you say that to all your lovers," I quipped.

She moved her head back and turned to face me, a blank look on her face. I realized how that must have sounded, and said, "Sophie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to be humorous..."

She smiled. "It's okay," she said. She got serious again, and continued, "I guess I've sorta given you the wrong impression of me, huh?"

"No, Sophie, no, really," I said. "I just... damn, I was just..."

She stopped me with a finger to my lips. She said, "My Frank never did that for me. He never even gave me a proper orgasm, just little mini-pops. I've only ever had three men total, before you, and only my college lover gave me an orgasm. Bastard dumped me, but then I met Frank..." She trailed off.

She placed her head back on my shoulder, and said, very softly, run your finger around in my pussy?"

Well. I of course complied. She was already a little slick, but after ten seconds or so she really started flowing again.

She must have sensed it, because she climbed on top of me and sank onto my penis in one smooth motion. Her technique was good, but of course I was sex-starved and very aroused. In mere moments I was climaxing, spilling volumes of seed into her warmth. Beyond the roar in my head, I thought I heard her squealing an orgasm as well.

After a moment, after continuing to rock a little on my shrinking self, she fell forward and kissed me, as effortlessly as an act performed a thousand times. I returned the kiss, elated and deflated, drained and energized and happier than I had been in many days.

She rolled off, eventually, trailing our mixed fluids, to resume her position on my shoulder. We breathed in rhythm for a few moments.

A short time later, I said, "Sophie? May I ask you a question?"

She raised her head fractionally. She looked me in the eye, grinning wryly, and said, "Honey, you've had your tongue halfway to my cervix, and your semen is making a mess on my bed. I don't think there's much room for secrets between us."

I chuckled, and continued: "Why me? Why did you choose me as a lover? Am I you lover? Or am I reading way too much into all this?"

She smiled and said, "Jeff, I wanted you because you're a sweet, healthy, giving man who's been deprived, and I'm a healthy woman likewise going without. You have a marriage that isn't feeding you, I had a marriage that didn't fulfill me, and I have the ability to bridge both our gaps."

I looked at her for a time. "I could very easily fall in love with you," I declared simply.

She shook her head. "Don't do that, because I'll disappoint you. I won't fall in love with you. I won't break up a marriage." I stated to protest, but she put a finger to my lips. "No," she said firmly, "I will *not* break up a marriage. I'll be here for you, tend to your sexual needs, let you attend to mine... no, I'll insist you attend to mine," here she grinned, "but I will not interfere with your home life. Think of me as a vitamin supplement."

I pondered her words. I had just been given a wonderful gift; to argue with her might put that gift in jeopardy, something I really did not want to do. At length I just nodded, and said, "I can live with that."

She smiled. "Now, it's getting late. You need to get home before wifey does."

Without comment, I dismounted the bed, threw on my dirty clothes, gave Sophie one last passionate kiss, and left via the patio door. I made it into the house unobserved by any nosy neighbors, freshened up a bit, and dressed in casual clothing.

I started dinner, which was nearing completion when Glennie walked in. She made no move to greet me, and I reciprocated. She disappeared into the bedroom for a bit, then emerged freshened up, and sat in her chair.

After a while, she said, "You didn't go to work today." It was less than an accusation, more than a mere statement.

"Nope," I replied. "I worked my frustrations from last night," I emphasized the words; she bristled, then I continued, "on the yard." I gestured with the spatula I was holding. She arose and looked out the back window.

After a few moments of staring, she said, "Looks good."

I said nothing for ten minutes, then announced, "Dinner's ready."

"I'm not hungry," she replied, still sounding cold.

"Suit yourself," I replied. I laid a pair of place settings, served myself, and ate in solitude; then I tidied my place, put my dishes away, and went to my study.

I slept alone again that night; the next day I was alone again come morning, but I went through my routine, went to work feeling very, very good about myself, and returned home to an evening very much like the previous one.

And so it was for several evenings to follow. Glennie began to leave messages on the home phone (not my cell, I noticed) to the effect she was working a little late, and not to bother with dinner. When "a little late" began to look like "a couple of hours," I called Sophie to see if the offer was genuine.

Oh, it was.

I began to look forward to Glennie's voice messages. It allowed me to slip next door to enjoy an hour of Sophie's charms,and still get back before I absolutely had to.

It took about three weeks before Glennie had the audacity to ask whether it bothered me for her to be gone so much.

"Nope," was my one-word reply.

"You used to complain about not having time together," she observed.

"Didn't accomplish anything."

There was a silence; then, "Is everything okay?"

I looked at her and smiled broadly. "Do what you want, Glennie. I'm cool with it."

She held my gaze, but said nothing more.

And so it went for the next months: Glennie worked late, or was gone on the weekends ("to see my folks," she'd say). I spent the time I could with Sophie. She was a willing recipient of my cunnilingual talents, and while she professed to prefer coitus to fellatio, she developed a taste (!) for the latter.

In short, we were not-in-love lovers of the highest order.

And what a lover she was; not only did she charm me sexually, she satisfied me intellectually, emotionally, and in other, less readily definable ways. I felt so complete when I was with her.

I fought to avoid falling in love, and it was a battle I wasn't sure I was going to win.

The summer months gave way to autumn, and the autumn to early winter. All that led to a decrease in the frequency of my times with Sophie, what with Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's making unobserved trysts more difficult.

Christmas was especially difficult; I wanted to be with the woman with whom I could not be in love, and had to spend it with the woman with whom I could never again be in love.

Finally the New Year settled over us; end-of-year reviews led to promotions and raises and recognition as valued employees. I attended Glennie's promotion party, and she mine, and we sat through each wishing we could be anywhere else.

Several weeks later came the first of two tectonic shifts in our lives.

On St Valentine's day, Glennie called and told me she had to work late, because her company, working as far out in the year as they did, had to meet regarding Memorial Day. Or some such shit: I really didn't care. I used the opportunity to buy a red rose and present it to my fair Sophie.

I knocked lightly on Sophie's patio door, as was my habit. I waited a bit, and knocked again, then a third time. Finally, I saw her moving toward the door, looking tentative, not her chipper self. Well, I thought, it had been two weeks since I'd been over; maybe she'd gotten miffed.

She opened the door and allowed me in, walking before me into the sitting room where she'd first presented herself, topless, to me, those months ago.

She turned, and I saw she'd been crying. At least, it appeared so: her eyes were red.

"Sophie?" I asked softly.

"Let me speak, Jeff," she entreated, "and please don't interrupt."

"Okay," I said.

She nodded, gestured toward a chair; we sat, and she started. "I told you when our... uh, relationship began, not to fall in love with me. Remember?"

I nodded.

"Good advice, baby," she said, "good advice." She snubbed a couple of times, then continued, "I didn't take my own advice."

I waited. No sense rushing what I knew was coming.

"I fell in love with you," she admitted. "You became my best friend, my lover, my focus in life. You're married, and I can't accept breaking up a marriage. I realized, a couple of days ago, I need to ask you to disappear. From my bed, from my life." Fresh tears coursed down her cheeks.

I regarded her for a moment; then I stood, walked where she was sitting. I placed the rose in her lap, bent down to kiss her cheek, and whispered, "I'll always love you."

She bent her head and wept, and I silently exited her patio door, tears on my own face icy in the February night air.

++++++

That could have been the end of it.

Remember I said there were two tectonic shifts? That was only the first.

The second happened, I swear, on the Ides of March.

It was a Sunday, a month after my separation from Sophie. I had gone to visit a friend in an adjacent state, over a long weekend. Glennie was almost always working, with no thought to me. We hadn't spoken more than a couple hundred words to one another since the blow-up the previous April, and those mostly concerning work and weather.

I arrived back home late in the afternoon, about four-thirty or so. I expected to find no one home.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Glennie's car there.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Glennie, sitting on the sofa, obviously weeping, holding papers.

My first thought was, Oh, shit.

My second thought was interrupted by her turning to see me, flushing out fresh tears, saying, "We need to talk."

I sat; she handed me papers. "I'm asking for a divorce," she said quietly.

I looked at the papers. Divorce, irreconcilable differences. I looked at her.

She handed me another paper. As I perused it, she dropped a bomb: "It says I'm four months pregnant. A little more."

That clarified everything.

She wasn't divorcing me because of Sophie. She had cheated on me, for a long time, and was pregnant.

More pregnant than I had ever made her.

I just looked at her.

She shuddered a deep sigh, and said, "It was right after that big fight, last April. Remember?"

I nodded.

She continued, "I hated you. I hated you for loving me, for being right about our... well, lack of sex. For impregnating me with your bad seed." Her face took on an evil cast with that last term; then she continued, "You would have been a HORRIBLE father!" She burst into tears.

I recoiled involuntarily, unprepared for the vituperation she unloaded.

She collected herself; then, "I'm sorry, I just blame you for my lost babies."

I said nothing, again.

"For some reason I can't understand, I began to hate you," she continued. "I began to enjoy depriving you of sex. With each miscarriage, the impulse was harder than ever. It was the only power I had over you, to make you squirm. It's childish and even wicked, I know. I'm just admitting it."

I couldn't even look at her at that point.

"When you blew up at me," she said, "I knew you were right. I just didn't want you touching me anymore." She was silent for a moment, then went on. "Right about then, you stopped trying to... make love with me. I was so upset, because my only power over you was gone. Then I started a friendship with a man named Brad at work. He was divorced. He had two kids whose mother had stolen them from him," she said. "He confided his problems to me, and I told him... well, I lied to him, sort of. I told him you hadn't touched me in months."

After a moment's silence, I said, rather dryly, "Well, that part was certainly true."

"But the damnedest thing, Jeff, was that I wanted him. I wanted him to seduce me. I had the hots for him like I couldn't believe. You were a complete turnoff, and he was all I could think about." She looked ashamed.

"So here we are," I finished.

She nodded, looking wistful.

"So," I continued, "what are you proposing with this..." I gestured with the divorce papers in front me.

"A clean break," she answered. "I'm moving in with Brad, tonight. I'll get the rest of my stuff over the next week or two. I can't really afford to let my half of the house just go..."

"I'll buy you out," I offered, and from the look on her face I knew that was what she had wanted to hear.

She stood and walked into the bedroom. I sat and reflected on my good fortune, the sounds of her packing only accentuating my growing anticipation.

I had to talk to Sophie, the sooner, the better.

After an excruciating half hour, Glennie re-appeared in the den, two suitcases rolling behind her. I stood. She looked at me; she made no move to hug me, but said, "I guess I'll always wish things had been better between us."

She turned to the door, then back to face me. "You want to know the real irony is, here? I didn't want to marry you. Nothing personal, I just wasn't ready to get married. My father pushed and pushed, and finally I gave in. That time you stood up to him, the time you met, remember? That was so impressive to me. It made me want to stand up to him and say, 'No, I don't want to do this,' but I thought you were so wonderful for doing it..." She trailed off.

I choked out a laugh. "You live, you learn," was all I could say.

She opened the door and left. I closed it behind her, and felt a liberation I didn't know I could feel.

I paced nervously for long, long after I heard her car depart. I wanted to run over to Sophie's house, take her in my arms, and proclaim undying love.

I knew the process had to be more carefully planned, though. I forced myself to sit, to take stock of my situation, to consider all options. I could try to reignite with Sophie. I could also forget her (as if), and decamp to another city, pursuing a promotion I knew was available within my firm.

Finally, I decided to sleep on it.

I arose the next morning, having dreamt of scenarios all night, and attacked the day with all my energy, every corner of the day, every aspect of life. I pondered and thought and ruminated, and even spent a half-hour talking to Ben about what was happening. Ben and I were good friends; but there was that boss-underling boundary I had never fully breeched, not until that day.

I arrived home convinced of my course of action. I made dinner, ate slowly, cleaned up, and made my way to Sophie's patio door. I knocked a few times, lightly, as she had come to expect of me.

In a moment, she appeared around the corner. We locked eyes, through the glass and the distance between us, and we both smiled; hers a hurt, reticent smile, mine a grin.

She opened the sliding door, and said, "Hi, Jeff. It's good to see you."

"Could I come in, Sophie?" I asked. "I need to talk to you. It's really important."

She considered for a split-second, and then stood aside. "Sure, come on in." As I entered, I took her in my arms; she reciprocated, not fully, but enough to tell me what I needed to know.

She took my hand and led me into the den, where I had first seen her beautiful breasts. This evening, though, she was wearing more modest attire. We sat; she placed her hands in her lap, expectantly, saying nothing.

"Glennie's pregnant," I stated flatly.

Sophie's eyes misted, and came unfocused. "I see," she said softly, looking away; then her head snapped around, and we locked eyes.

Two tears followed the contours of her face; but she said, in a strong voice, "But you haven't... the two of you..." she trailed off.

I smiled. "That's right. Not for a long time. And here," I pulled out the divorce papers, "is her request for a dissolution of our... well, not marriage, but social contract."

Sophie's eyes lit up; more tears streamed down her cheeks.

I crossed the short distance separating us. I knelt before her,took her hand, looked into her eyes, and said, "You told me you fell in love with me. Remember? Well, I fell in love with you. With us. I want to be your lover. I want to explore our new horizons."

Her eyes overflowed; I was afraid she'd send me away, but after a long moment, she nodded and whispered, "Yes, baby."

She leaned over and hugged me; I stood, bringing her erect with me, and said, "Let's go to my bed. Let's make love in my house."

She smiled, tears still leaking but looking decidedly less healthy. "No," she said. "Tonight, you sleep with me, in my bed, all night. You make love with me all night."

What could I do? I chuckled and nodded.

++++++

The next morning we both awoke, satisfied from a wonderful night's sleep borne of loving sexual intimacy, before dawn ever considered announcing itself. We played a little, a touch here, a suck there, and a couple more orgasms for her -- she was SO orgasmic, my word -- and then retreated to the shower stall.

When I kissed her goodbye for the day, I left, walking on clouds.

And so was born my second marriage.

There is no need to belabor the events of the next few months. I paid Glennie enough to obtain her signature on a quit-claim deed to the house. She moved her personal effects out within two weeks, as promised; Sophie moved into my house, ultimately, because it was larger, better able to accommodate our combined households.

Three days after the divorce decree was final, we married. I opted not to mention to Sophie that I had heard, through a grapevine to which I was still attached, Glennie had lost the baby.

Seems it was not my seed; it was her womb.

I mention it only because, as if to accentuate the fact Sophie, on our wedding night, informed me I was to be a father.

She told me only after some hemming and hawing; she admitted she had stopped taking the Pill on the day after Glennie's divorce request. She had hoped we'd get lucky.

Well, we did.

++++++

It's been fifteen years, now, since that April argument. Sophie and I are parents five times over; our children are loved and beloved, nurtured and educated and consecrated to becoming the best people they can be.

Sophie and I are still lovers; of course, the demands of aging and children have taken a toll, but we still carve out some time to scrape one another off the ceiling.

She still responds to my touch with heartfelt orgasms, I can report with great satisfaction.

And life just keeps getting better.

Epilogue:

Glennie? She lost that first baby, and another as well, before Brad abandoned her.

I take no pleasure in that fact.

She lives with her parents, aging as they are. She lost her job, and the benefits thereof, owing to her mental deterioration. I believe she lost her mind as she came to terms with what she'd discarded; she lives at subsistence level, dealing with increasingly infirm elders.

I almost feel sorry for her.

Almost. 



My Affair



This is a story of how my life has changed in the last few months. I have gone from a faithful loving husband and father into a love rat that has quickly fallen in love with the most beautiful and sexy women in the world. I don't know why or how this has happened, but I can't get her out of my head, I literally almost feel obsessed with her. I guess that is what happens when everything is "new" again but it feels like so much more to me than that. I knew we were being selfish and were potentially ruining both our marriages but the excitement that we were feeling was amazing. It was never meant to happen or go this far but when your heart starts taking over your head problems may occur.

It all began 18 months ago when I started working for an office block. On my first day there was an all staff meeting where our monthly targets were discussed and I and a few others were introduced. Of course I immediately noticed a couple of attractive ladies in the room but there was one that stood out to me. Across the room from me sat a beautiful blonde lady with the most stunning big blue eyes. My head had been instantly turned! Even though I stayed in the job for around a year I never even spoke to her, it was almost like I knew better. She had a kind of aura about her and I just couldn't bring myself to talk to her; I've never been intimidated by women, but there was something about her that rendered me helpless. She was so beautiful I felt scared to be in her presence. Thinking back, I'm sure I occasionally said a passing "hi" but she never responded to me, I assumed she either didn't like or even notice me. 

It was a bit random how it all started. I stayed friends with a few guys from the office and regularly got invited on nights out with the company. As usual, I was sitting with my friends around a large table in the pub having a few drinks and laughs, just relaxing. For some reason I looked up and it was like you see in movies: time seemed to slow as she walked in the room and towards our table. I had no idea she was coming, I hadn't seen her for over 6 months but was so excited that she was there. My joy was soon cut short when we caught eye contact, I smiled and said hi just as she looked away, blown out again! But I wasn't going to let this stop me. With alcohol already fuelling my courage, I was determined that tonight would be the night that I at least got to know her.

We found ourselves sat around a table talking to different people, as groups usually do. She had never talked to me before and I hoped I wasn't being obvious that I had always fancied her and dreamt that one day she might feel the same. Before we knew it the people around us went to the bar and we were left alone in the corner. Being the nice guy I am, I thought it was time to break the ice and make conversation. Within minutes we were chatting like we had known each other for years and as it was clear that we had a lot in common. Conversation got round family and names, then when she told me her maiden name it hit me who she was. 

"Coleen Macwet" I asked with surprise. "Did you go to school in Copthorne?" 

"Yeah how did you know?" she replied with a very confused look on her face.

"Remember the school disco in the final year? Remember kissing someone on the dance floor at the end of the night? That was me!"

"No way!" she looked a little confused but I was sure that now we had hit it off. Immediately I thought that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. From here we talked all night, popping out for the odd cigarette so we could talk alone. The more I drunk the looser I became and the more I opened up to her. Commenting on her fitness and admiring her sexy body as much as I dared without seeming too forward for fear or chasing her away.

The more I flirted the more she responded and I began to wonder again what it would feel like to kiss her. All thoughts of infidelity and my wife and family gone, I should have known my desires and actions were wrong, but if all felt so right in the moment. She happily flirted but that's all she was going to do, apparently her willpower was stronger than mine. The night ended with a kiss on the cheek and a new Facebook friend but I secretly hoped this was just the start of more.

A week later we hadn't talked or messaged but I couldn't stop thinking about her so I took the chance to send a friendly "had a good time" text and see if I got a reply.

Initially, she was calm and careful, she may have seen the danger I either didn't see or care to. I continued sending flirty texts to test the water and see how things stood and I was pleasingly surprised with her replies. Soon we were texting daily, with the flirting increasing day by day. It didn't take long before I was able to persuade her to webcam me so I could finally see more of her fantastic body and when I say fantastic, it is a massive understatement. Literally, I believed someone had made the ideal body type for just me in this creature. She had the most perfectly shape body, curves in all the right places and perfectly formed perky tits. I had spent time checking out her ass when we were at the pub but it was nothing to how good it looked naked! I was in awe of her, instantly getting hard the more she showed me. This was so wrong but so excited I just couldn't stop myself. The more we talked the clearer it became that we needed to meet up so I arranged a night out with a mutual friend from the company knowing full well that she would be invited. We knew we had to be careful, some people had already made comments about the amount of time we spent together last time. It was arranged for the following weekend, I was finally going to get to kiss her. 

Saturday finally came around and I could barely contain my excitement. I was extremely nervous, what was it going to be like. Would it be awkward? Did she still feel the same? Could I actually do this? So many questions, but no answers. I left for the pub early, needing some Dutch courage before we met. As I sat on the train, I started to get the fear. What am I doing? I'm risking everything for a bit of fun. But I couldn't help it. I would regret this forever if I didn't. She had a hold on me and I just had to go through with it and find out for myself. I was first there and a few others turned up as the night went on. Coleen was meeting with friends for drinks first, so was always going to be late. As time went on the nerves started to build. 

Then the moment happened. She walked in like a vision of beauty; so stunning with a glow about her that only I could see. Her beautiful long blonde hair and powerful big blue eyes pierced right through me to my soul. I was again speechless before her. I had always fancied her but now I could see her in all her beauty and knowing that she was dressed up just for me. As she came in she played it cool saying hi to nearly everyone and saving me till last. Luckily as she came over, the person next to me on the sofa got up leaving a free seat next to me that she jumped in. As she bent down she leant forward to kiss me on the cheek, my lips touched her soft skin her wonderful smell hit me. I instantly started to get hard. She sat next to me with our legs touching, feeling the warmth between us. If people could see the sparks flowing between us it would have been like guy forks night! As we talked it was clear that the connection was there and very strong. She was drunk but not out of it. I had to kiss her. She went to toilet and I soon followed her upstairs. Waiting around the corner for her I knew what was coming. She appeared looking stunning, approaching me with a cute smile on her face. As we got close it was clear what was going to happen; no words needed to be spoken. Our lips touched gently at first but within no time our soft gentle kiss turned into a passionate embrace. Our tongues clashing as the passion took over. This was so exciting, far better than I had ever imagined. Any of our colleagues could come upstairs and catch us but we just didn't care, maybe that was part of the thrill. This moment was ours and nobody was going to stop us. 

The excitement over ran me. My hands slide up and touch her breasts through her top. Her nipples were pushing through trying to explode out of her chest. They felt great but it wasn't enough. I wanted to feel her pussy. She had told me over text how wet I was making her and wanted to find out just how wet. My right hand quickly slid down her front to her trousers. I pulled her close as my hand dived into her knickers. I expected her to stop me but it was clear she wanted me to feel her. Within seconds my fingers touched her glory hole for the first time. She felt amazing, so wet. Two fingers slide in with no resistance, warm, wet and juicy. I would have loved to lay her down there and then and finger her till she cried out my name but the reality was we were in a bar with people walking by. I pulled my hand out, looking her in the eye and it was clear to both of us this was becoming more than just a very good friendship.

As the night went on we found ourselves in a club going out for a smoke and kissing at every opportunity. Her friend came out and caught us at one point but we didn't care. Nothing was said but we were definitely seen. Later Coleen asked her if she saw and the answer was obvious, however she promised not to tell. Our secret was safe. I wanted her so bad but she wouldn't let me take her to a hotel. I tried and tried but she wouldn't budge. So I had to get one more feel of that wet pussy before I left. As we were at the bar we kissed. The passion was over following and my hand returned into her knickers. As my fingers got to her pussy it felt like she had wet herself. In all my years, I had never felt someone that wet. I wanted her so bad. I begged for her to come to a hotel with me but she just couldn't do it. Hubby would be expecting her home soon and she didn't want our first time to be when she was smashed. While I was in full lust overdrive, the rational piece in the back of my brain couldn't disagree with her. We went out for one last fag that turned into one last kiss goodbye and our affair had fully started!

After that night we were both hooked. Coleen admitted that she hoped the kissing would be rubbish and that would end things but it was the opposite. This had started something that neither of us could stop. Everything now was just snowballing. For the next 2 weeks we text, called and webcam every day. Not always sexual, just talking about normal stuff. This telling me I was getting close to crossing a line I might never be able to cross back. Somehow I could have rationalized my physical infidelity maybe, but as time went on and this became more of a "relationship" I knew we were in trouble. 

The next problem was where do we go now? We knew we couldn't just go on indefinitely like this. On more than one occasion, we discussed stopping but deep down neither of us wanted to. We were both scared, not ever had an affair before, but couldn't stop here. Finally I suggested that we met again and got a room to spend some time together. In the sober light of day it was a massive step but I knew that I just had to have her. Her hesitancy (or stability maybe) showed through in her response.

"I'm not sure, that makes it really real! At the moment we have just kissed but I know if we meet up we will go all the way and I don't know if I can." While I agreed with her, I knew that is where this was all heading and was determined to get my way sooner rather than later. However after some gentle persuasion she agreed and it was going to happen. Then came something I wasn't expecting 

"Wouldn't it be amazing if we had all night" said Coleen. "Would love to have all night and wake up next to you". 

"Babe I couldn't agree more but that will never happen" was my probably too quick reply. 

"I can make this happen if you can" she stated. I was floored. "I'll tell Paulo that I am staying at my mates for the night, it should be fine"

"Well if you think it could work, I will tell my wife I'm going out of town for the weekend with some work mates, she will believe that"

With that, the plan was in place, we lied to our spouses and it was on for Saturday! I felt immediately guilty. How could I do this to my loving wife? She didn't deserve this and it wasn't her fault. At this point, I was too far down this road to stop and in hindsight I know I didn't want to anyway. The attraction was too powerful. I would rather regret what I did than regret what I didn't do.

I spent the week before searching for local hotels trying to find somewhere cheap enough our partners wouldn't miss the money but still somewhere good enough to take my beautiful princess. It came to the day and I finally booked. It was a large hotel just far enough outside our home towns. The plan was coming together. She was going out for the evening with her friend and had told her husband she was staying the night. She would be, just not with her, she would be in my bed, finally.

I needed to keep the story up at my end so left my house about 7pm and drove to the hotel to check in. Once I was in our room I cracked open a beer and settled down for a few hours TV while I waited for her to join me. Time stood still as I constantly checked my watch, just waiting for this vision of beauty to arrive at my door. I knew she would be drunk when she got here and my nerves were going through the roof so I carried on drinking.

Then my phone beeped "on my way, hope you're ready for me". I was instantly hard. I could feel the excitement building. The nerves now really kicked in. I was there and ready but the text made things really real. I necked a double vodka and then another to settle myself down but the more I thought about it, the harder and hornier I became. 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door. This was it, my first affair was about to fully begin. I felt sick with excitement. Part of me was thinking I shouldn't answer the door but my hard cock just lead me there. As I opened it she stood there as beautiful as ever. My heart stopped, she looked amazing. I was speechless.

"So you gonna invite me in then" she joked

"Sorry yes come in, how are you?" I stuttered

"All the better for seeing you" she said as she walked in. 

As soon as the door was close our lips were touching. At first a slow soft kiss building up to the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. Our hands were flying all over each other. Within seconds I had removed her top and bra revealing her sexy pert breasts. I had always been a fan of big boobs but Coleen's were smaller than I had played with before. Now I had them in front of me they looked perfect. I laid her down on the bed I climbed on top of her kissing again, my hands on her breasts gently caressing and twisting her nipples, hearing her moan with my every touch. I slid down her body and latched onto her perfect tits. Gently nibbling and licking on her nipples, tasting their juices, getting more and more turned on by the second. I sat up and started to undo her trousers but she stopped me. 

"Not yet " she teased "go make me a drink first" 

"Come on you can't stop me now" I argued but she wasn't having any of it.

"Get me a drink first" Coleen demanded. 

As much as I hated the idea of a break in the action, I always love a woman to be in charge so off I went to the mini bar, already knowing what she drinks, I made a vodka lemonade and lime. As I came back I gave her the drink followed by a long sexy kiss. 

I needed to have her, so I stripped off naked in hope she would follow. As I undressed she watched me drinking her drink. As I stood there naked she swallowed the rest and slowly removed her trousers and pants. As she laid there I stood in awe. I just couldn't believe that someone as beautiful as her would be interested in me. Her body was perfect. I climbed back on top of her and she wrapped her legs around me. I wanted to tease her with my cock but as I lay on top my cock was lined up with her wet pussy. Her already soaking wet pussy. Before I knew it her oussy was sucking me inside her. The feeling was incredible. Her body just seemed to mold to my cock with every stroke.

I could tell she was immensely enjoying herself, nonetheless, she rolls me over and start to slide up my body, bringing her beautiful hips and trimmed bush closer to my face. I could clearly see her excitement and wetness on her swollen lips as she neared me. My wife never liked me going down on her and would never contemplate sitting on my face so to have this was mind-blowing. She climbed up my body, putting her knees either side of my head before lowering her pussy down. My tongue stretched out and licked her wetness, tasting her juice. I worked over her clit, slowly working up and down as she started to moan. I parted her lips and stuck my tongue in, circling inside her with my tongue and lapping up her wetness. Then she was off, teasing me again. She knew how much I wanted to do it but wanted me to work for it. She went back down my body and took my cock in her mouth. She had told me before that she was good at blow jobs but I was going to find out just how good. As she started to lick under my head she looked up at me and made eye contact with those steely blue eyes again, captivating me.

"Whatever happens under no circumstance are you to cum in my mouth. Do not ruin this for yourself. If you do I will go home", she stated forcefully. 

Admittedly confused and slightly disappointed I had no intention of upsetting her and ruining what was quickly becoming one of the best nights of my life. I quickly agreed to give her ample warning to get clear. However this wasn't needed as after what felt like seconds she cam off and sat on my cock.

"I need you too fuck me. I have wanted this so bad since we kissed." She moaned.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I slowly parted her pussy with the tip of my cock and slowly popped it in. Her tight pussy snapped shut behind my thick tip as if she did not want it to come out again. Then I slowly slid my entire length deep into her. My cock rubbed roughly against her clit which was standing stiff and it made her moan. Then I slowly started to move in and out of her rhythmically as she responded my moving her body in rhythm with me. We started to pick up the pace and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was cumming. As she wasn't on the pill I had to put a condom on. I didn't want to lose that wet feeling but the last thing we needed was any fear of me getting her pregnant. I was soon back inside her we started picking up the pace, going faster and faster. My cock kept rubbing against her clit with each stroke. It felt amazing, raking against my cock like a small thorn. Her clit bent in when he stroked into her and it bent out as he stroked out. It was building, my balls become tight. Such an intense feeling and it wasn't going to last much longer. The harder I fucker her, the closer I got until booooom, I came like never before. We had done it finally. An incredible feeling but this was just the start. Now it was her turn.

We kissed really slow telling each other how amazing that was but things were just about to get a whole lot better for her. I slowly slid round to her neck kissing and licking her down to her breasts. Her eyes remained closed as I held her tits. They were so soft but firm. I felt her nipples and ran my fingers over them. I rolled them between my index fingers and my thumbs. I lowered my head and sucked each nipple in turn. After a few minutes of my lips and tongue covering her beautiful breasts I lowered my head and kissed and licked down to her belly.

I slipped my tongue into her belly button. I placed my hand on her puffy pussy and firmly squeezed it. 

"Im going to make you cum like never before baby" I teased.




My Affair



As I looked between her legs, I was hypnotised by her stunning pussy. Even after 2 children, she still had the best looking pussy I had ever seen. With the flat of my tongue I licked her oozing pussy. Her outer lips were loose and opening with each pass of my tongue. I kissed her as if it were a mouth. When I slid my tongue between her inner lips 

"Oh my fuck! That feels soooooo good. Ohhh fuck. Please don't stop." she gasped and whispered. "Put your fingers in me too"

I was more than happy to oblige. As I licked her clit I slowly started to finger fuck her with 2 fingers. I was 100% sure I wasn't leaving down her until she had cum on my tongue. Her pussy smelled sweet and pure and tasted like honey. I licked and slurped and sucked her pussy softly. She was trying to remain still but it was impossible for her. I sucked her entire clit and hood into my mouth and gently flicked my tongue across the exposed tip. She started to cum and her cries were agonizing and building up. When she came, it was the most beautiful sound and sight I have ever seen or heard or experienced.

"OOOHHHH YYESSSS" she squealed as she moved into her climax.

Her pussy getting tighter and tighter around my fingers as I thrust them in and out. She was getting wetter by the second and soon her juices were following out of her. She tasted so good. As I pulled my fingers out I continued to lick her, ensuring I took in very last drop of her honey.

"Wow that was out of this world" I whispered as I came back up along side her. 

We kissed and cuddle for ages, constantly touching each other under the sheets. Both out of breath and in slight shock about what we had just done we laid there in silence. However within minutes she was ready to go again and to my surprise so was I. Had only cum about 10 minutes ago but I was back hard again and ready for more. Now it was my turn to see just how good she was going to be at giving me oral pleasure and I wasn't to be disappointed. She positioned herself in between my legs, leaning over and licking the head of my cock. I moaned as she slowly sucked my head into her mouth.

"Oh baby you feel so good. Never felt anything like this before".

I have had plenty of blow jobs in my time but this was the best. God knows what she was doing but it felt so good. She let more of my cock into my mouth and went down as far she could, taking all of my 6 inch cock into her mouth. Coleen settled into a bobbing up and down motion sucking my cock making sure she took it all in every time. One hand caressed my balls as the other worked in time with her mouth draining the cum out of my balls into my cock ready to fire. I couldn't take any more. I started to thrust into her mouth and she knew this was forewarning that I was going to cum. I wanted to cum in her mouth so bad but remembered the warning she had already given me.

"Oh baby, oh baby, that's it, I'm cumming" I shouted as I could feel the spunk firing up my hard cock.

She pulled her mouth off of me just as I started to explode. Jets and jets of cum spurted out all over my body. I was covered from my arm pit, across my chest, over my stomach and in my pubes but boy it felt so good! I was covered in my cum but just didn't care. I had just been given the best blow job of my life.

We laid in bed, had a smoke and chatted for ages. Things just felt so natural as if we were married to each other. Time flew as we lay there rubbing our naked bodies together.

After a few more drinks, kisses and cuddles her hands started to roam over my cock once more. Soon I was hard again but this time we were going to do things on my terms. I rolled her onto her side and slid in behind to spoon her. I have always loved to spoon as it gives me every part of her beautiful body to play with. As I pulled her close my hot breath tickled the back of her neck. Our legs tangled together as I positioned in behind her. My cock glided between her moist thighs and into her warm ready pussy. Soon she began to thrust her hips back to meet my thrusts. I had her bent over as we matched each other thrust for thrust. My hands meanwhile, had slid around her hips from her ass, and were rubbing her throbbing clit. We made love like this for what seemed to be off and on for hours. Exploring each other's bodies in every way two connected people can till we finally dozed off with her in my arms around 5 am.

I awoke at 7am to my alarm, feeling dazed and slightly confused. Had I just had the best dream ever or was it real. I rolled over to see those big blue eyes staring at me and I knew then that this was oh so real. 

"Good morning Mis MacWet" I said as she smiled at me

"Good morning Mr Hard" she replied

We kissed and touched, really softly, just cuddling and kissing like we had been together for years, like we were old friends and lovers reconnect as ever. 

Our moment was quickly shattered by the ring of her phone. Her girlfriend she had been "staying the night with" giving her a heads up. Her husband had called looking for her. No worries though, she covered smoothly saying that Colleen had gone to the shops.

This moment of panic quickly subsided for both of us and although we both agreed after this night we would give each other space and we have tried but we simply can't. I have tried to stop calling and texting but I can't stop thinking about her. All I want to do is speak to her all the time. It's almost as if that night cemented what we had and the energy between us keeps growing. What will happen now? Who knows? I just know that I have totally fallen in love with another woman. Love you Miss Wet x



My Affair With Brenda



I first met Brenda when she worked for one of my customers. She was an accountant and was often present when I visited with my contact in the purchasing department. In my first memory of her she was leaning against a filing cabinet listening in on a conversation I was having with one of the buyers. She was wearing pair of blue jeans tight enough to show her perfectly shaped hips. Her butt was pushed against the cabinet and I was impressed that it was nice and soft I wanted grab it. It was then I knew I wanted her. 

On a couple of occasions Brenda went with us to lunch but I was never alone with her and never had an opportunity to tell her or show her those feelings. Of course I was married and that would have hindered any aggressive pursuit.

Once I visited her at her home to complete an item of business for her company. It was a hot summer afternoon; she was wearing a pair of cut off blue jeans and a tiny halter top. I really had a hard time keeping my mind on business as I kept think of how much I wanted to slip off those shorts. Her legs were smooth and lightly tanned and I really wanted to be between them. 

As time went on Brenda left her position with my customer. I never was told if she left voluntarily or if she was laid off and to my surprise she called me one day asking if I knew of anything happening in the business that might lead to a position for her. I could think of a few positions I’d like to see her in but this was not the time for it, and I did happen to know that one of my customers was looking for a cost accountant. She applied, had an interview and was hired for the job. She called and thanked me profusely and told me she owed me a favor.

We kept in touch and a couple of years later she was again looking for a job and I let her use my computer and laser printer to do her resume. She came to my office several afternoons after my secretary was finished for the day and worked on her resume. We would talk at some length about one thing and another.

During one conversation we talked about sleeping attire and she told me she never wears pajamas. I knew as well as the next guy that this was my chance to say something sexy or suggestive but I wasn’t able to find the right words to tell her I was attracted to her. In addition I was, and still am, married. We married guys just naturally are more cautious about that. We just have to be real certain an advance is wanted.

During that six month period that she was job hunting we sort of sparred around and the most physical thing that happened was I gave her a neck massage.

Funny how that came about – About 5 PM I came out of my office as Brenda was finishing typing in my secretary’s office. I noticed she was stretching her neck as if to relieve stiffness and, when I commented she said that she had slept in a different position the night before. Remembering she sleeps nude the thought of her in bed produced certain stiffness in me which I kept concealed by turning away. Anyway I offered to massage her neck and she accepted.

I had Brenda face the window sitting on a stool with a low back. I massaged her neck and her upper arms and while my fingers were at the front of her neck she straightened her back lifting her head and her breasts higher. She was wearing a light colored blouse and, as I kneaded the muscles of her neck she would lean forward and I could see the tops of her breasts. I let my fingers slide just a little below her neck and almost cupped them but “chickened out” as the last second. I wondered if she was encouraging me to massage her breasts by rising up as she did. 

Maybe I’m a little dense but I prefer to call it cautious. No question, though, that she could feel my erection pressing against her back. I wasn’t THAT cautious. 

It was becoming late in the afternoon and I was expected home so that opportunity ended without my taking it any further.

The next day my secretary took off all afternoon and, about 1 o’clock Brenda came to “work a while”. She was wearing a black pant suit with a light blouse underneath the jacket. Her bra was flesh colored and I imagined I was seeing her boobs. I had had no sex for the past few days and was really charged up and really had trouble keeping my distance.

After working about 20 minutes she stood, picked up her jacket and turned toward the door. I came over to walk her to the door and lay my hand against her back. She slipped closer to me and my hand moved around her just like it had a mind of its own. At this point there was no space between us and she lifted her head looking me in the eye. Our lips were only a couple inches apart and suddenly we were kissing – softly at first then more urgently. Her lips parted and I slipped my tongue into her mouth and started to explore. I touched the tip of her tongue and we did a tongue dance with each of us exploring the inside of the others mouth for a few minutes.

I bent my knees slightly and my hard-on fit perfectly against her pussy. We continued our French kissing as our hips ground together. When we took a brief pause I suggested she “stay a while.” She said “why don’t you come home with me for a while”.

I knew her house was only about 10 minutes from my office so I agreed and we drove there in her car. We held hands and cast nervous glances at each other while she drove and the tension was thick and exciting.

When we walked into her house she locked the door and I pulled her to me. My cock, already hard as a rock, again pressed into the vee of her legs and she was pressing back. It felt almost as if I going to enter her through our clothing. I almost lost it right there in her living room and I knew I would not last long. I began to unbutton her top and unhooked her bra. She is small, probably about a “b” cup, but as I removed her bra I saw she had an areola about the size of a half dollar. 

She was extremely excited and her nipples were very hard and enlarged. I took one breast in my mouth running my tongue over and biting it gently.

We made our way to her bedroom, kissing and caressing each other as we went. I cupped her small boobs and she kept her hand on my very hard cock as we walked. She pulled at my tie and soon had it off my neck and began to unbutton my shirt. I unzipped my trousers and she took out my dick and held in her hands while I held her and kissed her with my tongue deep in her mouth. I unbuttoned her pants, slipped my hands down inside her panties and slipped them both to her ankles kneeling before her as I did so. 

It seemed that she had just bathed and her scent was very pleasant. The hair around her pussy was a light brown and very, very soft, the kind you want to just roll around in. 

I lay her back on the bed and knelt before her on the floor and spread her lips with my thumbs and gently touched my tongue to her clitoris. Her cry of delight was enough to gladden the heart of any horny man. The sound was like a gasp or a quick intake of breath followed by “Oooh, do that some more.” She kept both hands on the back of my head and gently applied pressure from time to time. Soon she began to pull me up toward her and reached to unbutton my belt. I stood up, very quickly removed the rest of my clothes and joined her on the bed. She gently pushed me onto my back and took me in her mouth and began the world’s best head job. 

I knew that if I allowed her to continue I would cum much too soon and I really wanted my first load deep in her pussy. I eased her head back, carefully watching the expression on her face and I knew she was ready for us to fuck. She lay back on the bed and as I moved over her and between her legs I felt her lift her knees aiming her hips at exactly the right spot and I slipped inside her as far as I could reach. Her eyes opened wide and she sighed as I put the top edge of my dick against her clitoris and applied a very gently pressure, rocking back and forth, and was rewarded with another happy sigh.

I was right on the edge before entering her and it was all I could do to hold back and wait until after she cummed. It didn’t take long and somewhere about the second stroke Brenda’s orgasm began. 

I rested my weight on my elbows and watched her face through her orgasm. If you have never watched your partner’s face at the moment of orgasm, do yourself a real favor and do it soon.

Brenda’s face was contorted with pleasure – her breath came in short bursts and her hands were clutching at the bed sheets. Her pussy muscles clutched and released clutched and released. Felt like little electric shocks. She put her arms around me and pulled me to her mouth and kissed me hard with her mouth wide open as if to swallow my face and making moaning sounds deep in her throat. She put both legs behind my butt and pulled me deeper in her giving little pushes with her hips at the same time. 

As she gradually “came down” she gave me a smile and said, her exact words, “wow, where did that come from, I never cummed so hard in my life.” I didn’t say anything as I was still overcome with the intensity of it all, and I suppose all the blood from my brain was still in my dick and I was trying with all my might to hold back my orgasm.

She pulled me down for a deep kiss and squeezed my dick with her pussy and I could hold off no longer. My dick swelled and sent three jets of cum as deeply as I could throw it. I could feel the first one splatter inside her. My cum and hers mingled together and as I thrust into her again and again it felt as if I were in a vat of hot butter. My ear was alongside her mouth and she whispered little oohs and ahhs. 

It took several minutes for my erection to subside and slide out of her. As I pulled out I turned her on her side to face me and we kissed and just held each other.

A few moments later we were lying together with her head on my chest and one of her hands sliding from my belly button to my thigh with a little pause as she crossed my dick. We just made small talk as and I ran my hand through her hair and she kissed my nipples and did that little thing with her hand. My dick began to harden and she moved down to take it into her mouth. I stopped her and reminded her of all that white stuff I had just given her and told her there was more where that came from. She eased up beside me, kissed me on the cheek and murmured in my ear “I really want to do this for you and I want every bit of what’s left” and repositioned herself between my legs.

Brenda lovingly took me into her mouth and gave me the greatest blow job I had ever experienced. It was as though she had waited all her life to do this – everything she did – every touch – was absolutely perfect. I lay on my back propped up on several pillows with a perfect view. She bathed my knob with her tongue wetting it with her saliva then took just the knob into her mouth and continued to circle it with her tongue. After a minute or two she slowly slid it all the way into her mouth and gently let it touch the back of her throat moving back just an inch or so then again allowing it to touch the back of her mouth. She did this for several minutes with me getting harder and harder. The sight of my dick disappearing into her mouth coupled with the sensation of her mouth on my dick was almost enough to put me over the edge. Not being able to get it all into her mouth she reached with her tongue and touched the bottom edge almost at the end and started to pull back very slowly. She sort of moved her tongue back and forth along the bottom edge turning her head to the side so she could watch my face. 

Remember how I said I enjoy watching my partner’s face during orgasm. Seems she likes that too. As she looked at me she smiled and her mouth opened just slightly and I had an even better view of my dick sliding in and out of her mouth.

She got back up on her knees and when she touched it to the back of her mouth she held it there for a few seconds then let it slide down her throat just a couple of inches nearly making me cum right then. She backed off again and turned her head to the side to look at me with a questioning look on her face. At my nod she once more took it into her throat. Each time she took it down she tried to swallow and squeezed my dick with her throat. 

Sex is the ultimate in communication. While we are fucking, or even in oral sex, we, I guess all of us, are really in tune with our partners. We almost know what each other is thinking. We usually know when our partner is approaching orgasm. I usually feel even more wetness and that usually warns me to look at her face - that is if I have the ability to think at all. Brenda tells me she can feel my dick start to swell a second before the first jet of cum. Some of my partners have used that second to move aside so it can go past their face.

Brenda, on the other hand, moved about half way back and clamped her lips around me so as to catch every drop. I don’t usually have as much cum the second time but Brenda caught a couple of powerful jets. Thing about it is that she didn’t swallow it or spit it out. She held it in her mouth and moved up and down on my dick.

Now guys, if you have not had that experience, and since Brenda is the only woman who has done it for me, you probably haven’t, I want to try and describe it for you. The wet, warm, slick, feeling was even better than a wet pussy. Brenda bathed my dick in cum as she slid it in and out of her mouth, squeezing and releasing as she went. If I had had any more semen I would have given her another shot. I assure you my dick was twitching all the time. She swallowed my cum gradually and continued until she had licked me clean. She then took each of my balls into her mouth and tongued each of them for a few seconds.

She held my dick in her mouth and when it began to soften she rolled out of bed, gave me a wink and went into the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running and of her brushing her teeth. 

I know many of you guys don’t mind, and even like, kissing your partner with cum in her mouth. It’s just something I don’t like to do. In fact I never have and probably I never will. Brenda just knew that instinctively and did not force the issue. After finishing in the bathroom she came back to the bed, we slipped under the covers and cuddled, talked and just played with each other for half an hour or so. She took me back to the office so that I could be home by the time I was expected.

Our friendship has been important to both of us during the years that have followed that memorable afternoon. We had sex often in the months after this one but as time has gone on those times happen less frequently. She has moved to a town 20 miles away so I can go there and take her to lunch occasionally. On a few occasions she has fixed lunch for us at her apartment and we usually have a “quickie” before she goes back to work.

Brenda continues to give me the best blow jobs I have ever had. Her orgasms are always incredibly intense. Early yesterday morning I visited her before she went to work I wanted to give her oral sex without expecting anything in return. Truthfully, I had just fucked my wife only an hour before and my needs were not as urgent as usual. She had only been out of bed a short while when I arrived and was wearing a light robe over her otherwise nude body.

She let me in and closed the door and I immediately took her into my arms and we kissed urgently as we always do. I lay her down on the large couch in den and, kneeling beside her continued to kiss her. I moved down from her lips to her neck and showered her breasts with little wet licks. She likes me to take her nipples gently between my teeth and rub my tongue over them. As she gets excited they grow very large and hard. I left the nipples and continued down spending some time at her belly button then settled between her legs deep into her honeypot.

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Brenda’s breath became shorter as I touched my tongue to her clitoris. I reached into her pussy as far as I could with my tongue using it to fuck her. For a while I kept it flat dragging it against her clitoris as I pushed it in and pulled it back out listening for they sounds of her approaching orgasm. I used the tip of my tongue in a circular motion flipping her clitoris back and forth. She had one leg over my shoulder and her hand resting on the back of my head just gently encouraging me forward. 

As her orgasm started she put her other leg over my shoulder and pulled me more tightly against her pussy and it was more difficult to move my tongue. It was jammed tightly against her clitoris. Her breath became shorter and shorter. When her orgasm really hit, the sound she made was like something hit her in the stomach – sort of “Ughhhh.” She held me tightly against her with both hands and legs as her hips bucked against my tongue. 

It is the most wonderful thing to be part of a woman’s orgasm. The sounds she makes and the feeling of her hips moving back and forth lets me know she is experiencing the most intense pleasure and that the pleasure is her reaction to my tongue. To put it mildly I got a hard-on like a fire hose.

As she gradually came down her breath returned to normal and she released me from the grip of her legs pulled me up for a kiss. Or several of them really. As her orgasm subsides Brenda is such a happy woman. The smile on her face, the way she pulls me to her, the sound of her breathing, all make me really happy and proud to be part of this moment.

Unlike me, Brenda likes the taste of herself after an orgasm. I think it’s as much emotional as physical and she was really into it this time. Between kisses she touched my raging hard-on with one hand and said “let’s do something about this”. 

I quickly undressed and we went into her bedroom and to her still unmade bed. This time I lay on my back and Brenda got on top with her body at a right angle to mine and put the knob of my dick just inside her pussy and rotated her hips to apply pressure to her clitoris. The pleasure was so intense to both of us that she quickly slid down on me. Her pussy was still very wet both from my mouth and the intensity of her orgasm and I could feel her wetness increasing.

I held her hip with one hand and used the other to play with her breasts by gently massaging her nipples rubbing the palm of my hand in a circular motion over first one breast and then the other. Brenda’s eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face as she said “I feel like you are all the way up in my throat.

Brenda is not multi-orgasmic. Her orgasms are incredibly intense as I described early in this story and they last a long time but after one she is usually drained of all energy and wants only to be held as her orgasm subsides. 

Today was an exception for Brenda. She pulled her hips back just an inch or two then slammed herself forward completely impaling herself on my very hard dick. Her face had a slack look with her mouth partially open. Her orgasm was beginning somewhere about this time as I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick. She lay down with her nipples boring into my chest and her mouth right alongside my ear. Her breath came in short bursts. As she straightened her legs so as to lie more comfortably on me her hips sort of moved and changed the angle of my dick inside her and this movement brought her to the edge of extreme orgasmic pleasure. “Ohhhhh Clyde, fuck me,” she groaned into my ear as her pussy clutched and released. “Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh,” she said over and over as she surged up and down pulling back then slamming forward keeping my dick pressed against her clitoris.

I don’t know how long her orgasm lasted – who keeps track of time – but it went on and on. I held back as long as I could then my dick just exploded inside her as I heard her murmur “I love you, I love you”. Her pussy was as wet as I have ever felt it. Felt like I had it in hot butter as her juices mingled with mine and still she kept moving in and out. 




My Affair With Brenda



As my dick started to soften she slowed her strokes and then rolled off me. She had the most angelic smile on her face and tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks. We agree that it was the greatest piece of ass either of us has ever experienced.

Brenda showered, dressed and left for work. I stayed and straightened up her apartment then drove back to my office.

I have known for some time that Brenda has been seeing someone, a single man. She tells me that she has yet to allow him to fuck her and I believe I might be part of the reason she is holding back. She deserves to find out if that relationship might lead to something more permanent than I could ever offer so I plan to not see Brenda again – at least until she can have a chance to see how it turns out.

This decision has been a tough one for me as I have become very close to Brenda. I will miss her a lot.

As I drove back to my office I turned over in my mind the names of several women I have had in the past. Carol, Miriam, Pat or Linda – who shall I phone first? 



My Affair With Carol-Anne



One afternoon I was visiting my neighbor and good friend Carol-Anne, who is 23 like myself. We were sitting out by her pool in our bathing suits. 

Carol asked if I would put on the sunscreen for her and she would do the same for me. So of course I agreed. Nothing happened there.

But later on as the afternoon got hotter, Carol decided to remove her top, and she applied some sunscreen to her breasts. I found myself looking at her nakedness, not because I'm particularly attracted to other women, but there was just something very sexy and arousing about my friend's body. I don't have my mind set on exactly why, she just was. In retrospect, I guess it was that Carol has the kind of look both men and women can find attractive. 

She's very healthy and cute and bright and she always goes after what she wants. She's fun to be with and very frank about sex and such things. 

So we were lying in our respective beach chairs and I impulsively decided to remove my top as well. Carol was quick to offer the sunscreen because she warned against getting burned by the hot rays.

As luck would have it, there wasn't much left in that bottle, in fact barely a drop. She apologized and told me she had just purchased a new supply of sunscreen and she'd bring it right out, along with some more cool fruit drinks for us. So I laid back, covering my boobies with a towel in the meantime.

In just a minute, she returned with pitcher, glasses, and a new tube of sunscreen as promised. I began to sit up but she told me to relax that she would do the honors. So she slowly removed the towel I had thrown over myself, squeezed out some sunscreen lotion into her palm rubbed her hands together, and began to massage the lotion into my breasts. My, that felt good. Carol has such a light, energetic touch. I could not remember the last time I had actually been touched by a woman, I did not think I had been since childhood, and certainly not in the sexual way that this was turning out. 

I felt so good and turned on that I could not help but moan in delight. 

Carol-Ann asked, "Doesn't that feel good, baby? I love it when someone rubs lotion into my skin!"

I had to agree. And by then something else was happening. I noticed that my pussy was starting to get that familiar tingle. I was getting wet! Not that anyone would notice since we were going in and out of her swimming pool all the time, but still, it was a rush. 

Carol-Anne's touch was exquisite. She rubbed the lotion into my sensitive breasts in widening circles, stopping to lightly pinch my nipples as she did. I thought to myself she must be trying to turn me on, why else would she be doing that? 

I was right of course. Before I knew it, she had pressed her lips on mine and we were into a soft and extremely arousing kiss. And my pussy was so wet now that I could feel it dripping into the fabric of my suit. I slid down slightly in my chair to pull the cloth into my crotch, looking for some stimulation there. In a few minutes I'd have no choice but to finger myself I was getting so crazed with lust.

We continued to kiss and then Carol my sweet, sweet friend knew exactly what I wanted and began to kiss and suck on my breasts while she began to press her soft little hand on my crotch.

"Oh, yes! Don't stop!" I begged her. 

"I won't, sweetness, I'm enjoying this as much as you are!"

I held her head as she continued to suck and kiss and lick my breasts and nipples. I was in heaven, I thought. But I never imagined how good it would be when she finally got down to business with my pussy.

She kissed down my stomach and slowly pulled my bikini bottoms down off my legs. Oh, it felt so good to feel the breeze blowing through the yard and upon my moist, exposed pussy.

She licked up all the droplets from around my pussy, then she slowly pushed a finger into my slit. I jumped, not out of pain or discomfort, but out of sheer pleasure. It felt divine! I asked her to push her finger deeper into me, I was going to come. She did better than that, she inserted two, then three, then four fingers at once into my aching little puss, massaging my hard clitoris with her thumb while she did.

This girl was an expert at this, she really was. When she lowered her face to my gash and began to lick and suck my clitoris, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was supernaturally good! The pleasure was blowing my head right off! God, it was incredible!

I was dripping tons and tons of lubrication down there and she was lapping it all up, licking her fingers, pressing her tongue inside of me, rubbing it under and over and all around my throbbing clit. I just laid back and moaned in ecstasy. 

With her hands and lips and tongue, beautiful Carol-Anne gave me one unbelievable orgasm after another. As I was recovering from the first come, she would slowly begin eating me again, and soon enough I was on my way to my second, third, and fourth orgasms of the afternoon. 

I was frantic with joy and excitement. What she had given me was the greatest gift I had ever received from anyone. 

I had no idea Sapphic sex could be so divine. 

After I calmed down, I pulled her face up to mine for some deep, lingering, sensuous, immensely pleasurable kisses. I felt like I was truly in love with this girl who had just made love to me. I had no hesitation in doing the same for her. But this time we retired to the comfort of the cool, clean sheets on her large double bed in the air-conditioned bedroom. 

Carol lay down on her back and I discovered the sheer pleasure of exploring and eating another woman's pussy. I could not love anything more than this, I thought. I loved the feel and texture and fragrance and softness and responsiveness of her little flower, opening up to my touch, turning a deep rosy red, giving forth its heat and sweet nectar.

I licked and sucked and kissed her, and then licked and sucked and kissed her sweet slit even more. Her moans of satisfaction and pleasure were very satisfying to me too. I couldn't get enough of my girlfriend Carol-Anne's pussy, I was in a beautiful dream while I was ministering to her. 

After she had come and come, I had the pleasure of going over her entire body, especially her luscious breasts and nipples, with my hands and mouth. I also really enjoyed our slow, deep kissing. I had never kissed a woman before and I had no idea what I was missing. The smoothness, the softness, the feminine feel of her blew my mind.

Now I'm a confirmed pussy lover as well. She and I had sex at every opportunity over the summer months, and now I think about eating sweet pussy all the time. And what is doubly great is that I haven't at all lost my lust for guys and their nice, hard, throbbing, spurting cocks.

Next weekend I'll get the chance to combine both of my addictions, as Carol-Anne and I are going to put on a show for our boyfriends, and then share their sexy, muscled bodies and beautiful erections between us for some nice wicked fucking. I can't wait. This sex thing just keeps getting better and better.



My Affair With Dawn



Dawn and I have been having a fling for a few weeks. The other night something went wrong though. 

Just to give you some background. Dawn is a neighbour of mine. We started off with some innocent flirting when we met at the local pub. She's five foot three with shoulder length blonde hair, and a gorgeous curvy body. Big tits, nice arse, pretty face. Oh and those big blue eyes. 

Dawn lives with Gordon, a real out and out prick who brags constantly about his car and his job. I really hate the bloke, but get a great deal of satisfaction whenever he starts, knowing that I've been fucking the arse off his gorgeous girlfriend.

One Friday afternoon after work Dawn texted me and suggested we go for a drive into the countryside. We often go to the Netherley woods, where it's easy to park the car in a secluded spot, and have a little fun.

I grabbed a quick shower, and met Dawn on the car park of the Dog and Gun. She was in Gordon's car; a big silver BMW four-wheel drive with blacked out windows, his pride and fucking joy. Dawn came over to me in my battered old Toyota, and having given me a kiss on the cheek, suggested we take the Beemer down to the woods.

So there we were, twenty minutes later, on the back seat. Dawn was wanking my cock and I had her short black skirt up around her waist and three fingers buried in her gash. We were snogging away like a pair of teenagers, tongues darting around each other's mouths.

"Come on Paul, I want this now" said Dawn. 

I was more than happy to oblige. I got Dawn to get on all fours, and pushed her skirt around her hips, and pulled her lacy red panties down. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her slit, and with a few pushes I inched my dick inside her.

Fuck she felt good, the velvety warm wetness gripped me and she started to moan. This spurred me on, and I started pump my cock in and out of her tight slippery hole. Dawn gripped the seat, and looking down at her bum I felt I couldn't hold on much longer.

I was really banging into her, and she gasped as her orgasm rippled through her. I was on the vinegar strokes now and with a grunt I started to come.

Then disaster. Dawn fell forward and my cock slipped from her. Jet after jet of hot white sperm shot from my cock, all over the back of Dawn's skirt, and just as bad, all over the seat of Gordon's precious Beemer!

Dawn turned around and looked mortified. "Oh shit!" she said. "Quick, get some tissues."

But there were none to be found. Dawn had forgotten to put any in her bag. I had none. We needed a plan.

Dawn turned herself around and slipping her knickers off started to try to wipe the stains from the black upholstery. What she hadn't realised was that the spunk on the back of her skirt was making an even bigger mess of the seat.

"Dawn, I think we ought to get something to clean this up with." I said.

"Ok, you drive, we'll have to get some cleaning stuff from somewhere." 

I drove the Beemer out of the woods and onto the main road, heading for a car accessory place I knew would have some kind of spray that would help to disguise the evidence of the day's antics. I pulled up at the front of the shop, and left a knickerless Dawn sat in the passenger seat. She was not a happy bunny. If looks could have killed then I was barely alive.

Five minutes later, I emerged from he shop with a spray bottle of cleaner and some cloths. I began to wipe the stains from the seat. The stuff seemed to be doing the job. Dawn sprayed some onto the back of her skirt and rubbed hard with he cloth. She giggled. Looks like I might be forgiven after all.

We drove back to the Dog and Gun to collect my car. I waited the customary ten minutes before following Dawn back to our street. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I drove past Dawn's house, thinking about the mess I'd made of Gordon's precious Beemer.

As I was about to enter my house, I heard a male voice, unmistakably Gordon's, behind me.

"Hey, you Paul!" shouted Gordon.

Of fuck. Rumbled I thought!

"Where have you been this afternoon?" Gordon asked.

"Well, I've been out for a while, why do you ask?" I said.

"Something to show you." said Gordon.

I followed the miserable little shit down the street, into Dawn and Gordon's house.

In the living room, sat a tearful Dawn. She was holding a handkerchief to her eyes, and her mascara was running down her cheeks.

"Don't you fucking tell me that there's nothing going on!" shouted a now red-faced Gordon.

This pissed me off big time, and grabbing the wimpy little tosser by his neck, I pushed him into the airing cupboard and locked the door. 

"Let me out you Arsehole!" Gordon shouted, but no way. I looked at Dawn.

"He knows." she said.

"Fuck him." I replied, and took Dawn in my arms and gave her a long and passionate kiss. Soon we were groping each other and I had my hand up her oh so short skirt. 

Dawn still had no knickers on. I bent her over the arm of the settee, and undid my trousers and pushed down my boxers. My now throbbing cock sprang free.

"Ok Dawnie Baby, here it comes", and I pushed all of my cock into a very willing Dawn. 

We gathered pace. All the time I could hear Gordon banging on the door, begging to be let out.

Then I saw it. There was a hole in the airing cupboard door. Gordon was watching as I fucked his gorgeous girlfriend.

He went quiet. Very quiet. I was savouring the moment. I looked down at my cock buried balls deep in Dawn. I had to have all of her right now.

There was a tub of margarine on the table. I told Dawn to stay where she was, and moving over to the table, grabbed the margarine.

I smeared lots of it onto my hard cock, and then, moving up behind dawn, proceeded to feed my rampantly hard cock into her bum.

"Ooh" she gasped as I speared her deep.

I couldn't hold on much longer. I came deep inside Dawn's rump. At that moment, with a crack of wood, Gordon burst from the closet. His cock was in his hand, and he shot jets of come onto the living room carpet.

Fucking hell. The little shit had enjoyed watching me fuck Dawn in the arse.

I guess that there is a moral here. Next time I fuck Dawn, maybe I'll invite Gordon along to watch. You never know. We may just become friends after all!



My Affair with Gunjan



I am Dev a well-educated man well settled in life with my own business. I am very good looking and have always loved women and the women who have known me have reciprocated in return. I am well built and keep in shape with regular Jogs and exercising. I have brown hair cut short and light brown eyes to match.

Well here's how the story goes of my affair with Gunjan. I met her on one of my trips to Tavern a pub in Bombay. I was waiting for a friend to show up. Seated at the bar sipping a glass of good whisky I let my eyes wander when I noticed her. She was a very beautiful lady tall about 5 ft 9 to my six-ft. She was big and very well endowed. Gunjan had a nice glowing skin, which was that perfect shade of tan. Her hair was straight and silky and cascaded to fall seductively on her shoulders. I caught her stealing glances towards me. She was seated at one of the tables with what I presumed to be her husband. Her guy was a handsome man tall and well built but seemed to have had a drink too many. 

I took a general trip to the loo and on returning found my place at the bar taken. I took my glass in hand and scanned the floor for a place to sit. Gunjan's table had a seat empty and I really wanted to take this chance and go up and introduce myself. At the same time our eyes met and I noticed a flush rise up in her cheeks expecting the inevitable. I walked up and asked her husband if I could take the seat. He was too sozzled to care and Gunjan really wanted me to sit down. She had quite a boring time with a drunk Guy next to her and really wanted to talk with someone. She introduced herself and her husband as Ajoy. We continued talking with her husband throwing in gibberish or two. He continued dunking one drink after another while we chatted on about a lot of things. 

At about 10.30 Ajoy had had enough and slouched on his chair put his head on the table and went into deep sleep. His snoring caught on snickering glances from others around and Gunjan was really embarrassed. She asked me if I could help her put her husband into a taxi. I volunteered to drop them home in my car; I wanted to be with this lady as much as I could. She accepted without protest and I guessed that she also wanted to spend some more time with me. We had a couple of waiters help me almost carry her husband to my car. We tipped the waiters and asked the valet to park Ajoys car, which Gunjan told him that she, would make Ajoy take back the next day.

We sat in the car. Ajoy sleeping on the back seat, me driving and the exotic Gunjan sitting next to me. Th drive from Colaba to Hiranandani at Powai where they stayed was a long one but I enjoyed every moment of her company. She told me that Ajoy was a shippy and been out of a job for well over & months. He had taken to drinking and seemed to have almost lost the will to fight out of it and get a new job.

We reached her building she lived on the 11th floor. I offered to help take her husband home. We put our arms below his shoulders and took him to the elevator. We reached her flat and she opened the door with her keys. We put Ajoy to bed and as I was about to leave she asked me if I would like some coffee. I said I wouldn't mind a drink if she had any. She said that was exactly what she wanted to offer but had thought that it was quite late and maybe I would like to go home. I told her that there was no way I would let go of a chance to spend some more time with such a beautiful girl. She got out two wonderful crystal glasses and a bottle of Chivas. 

We went over to her balcony a lovely large semicircular one with a very beautiful marble table at the center with lovely cushioned low chairs beside them. She poured out the pegs and we both took large swigs off them. I moved over to the railing turning my back to the cool night outside and took a nice look at her. She was standing looking at me with her glass in her hand, she looked beautiful. She was wearing a bright yellow tight t shirt which ended right over her ice blue stretch jeans with buttons on her fly with a blue thick soled Adidas canvas sneakers on her feet. Her boobs were big and very firm and stretched the fabric defiantly. She had a very nice rounded arse with long not very slim but very shapely legs.

She was naturally big but very well shaped and you could make out there was not an ounce of fat on her body. She stared on with her wonderful black eyes. Slowly she moved over towards me took my glass from my hand and put it on the table. She moved in close put her hands on my chest and told me that she wanted me to kiss her. I put my hands behind her back and pulled her close and planted my lips on her luscious mouth. 

We locked in a close embrace with her tits resting on my chest as a leaned back on the railing. Her mouth was very sweet and I probed in further with my tongue. She responded and we both started playing with our tongues. It was a long and very passionate kiss and she slowly moved on to unbutton my shirt. She placed her face on my chest nestling it in the hair. Gunjan mover her head and slowly started licking my nipples. She was getting quite wild now and though all lights were off in neighboring flats any one who cared to stay awake would have a great sight today. She suddenly moved off and closed the lights in her drawing room. Put on Enigma on her music system closed the door to the bedroom where Ajoy was sleeping. And walked back into the balcony. 

She told me that she wanted me to make love to her in the open. Gunjan told me that her dearest fantasy was to get fucked by her husband and another handsome man together. Now that her hubby was stoned she at least wanted to have the other half of it. Saying this she kneeled in front of me an almost tore off my belt button and zip. She pulled my undies down and released my excited dick, which sprang free and slapped on her face. She held my cock with her hand and proceeded to lick the sides of my hard throbbing dick. Here I was standing in this wonderful place with every thing open to the world while this lusty goddess mouthed my prick.

She pushed the fore skin of my dick back to expose the large dark pink head. She looked at it lustily and smacked her lips with her tongue. She was quite unaware of me and seemed to just want that thing in her mouth. She kissed the head and slowly took me into her wet mouth. She kept her mouth closed in a very small opening and my dick felt like it was tearing into a tight virgin cunt. I knew instantly that she was an absolute expert in giving head and that I would be having a tough time controlling myself. She kept the prick in her mouth and started playing on it with her tongue. 

She drew it out and pierced my pee hole with the tip of her tongue and flicked it all over the head. She was driving me quite mad and I could hear myself moaning with pleasure. Gunjan held my dick up and moved in to lick my balls, which were now tight with a torrent of semen held inside. She took both my balls into her wet mouth and started tickling them with her tongue. I could see her saliva glisten on my dick. She must have played with my balls for what seemed an eternity when she moved in for the kill. She thrust my dick into her mouth upto the hilt. 

I could see my dick head making her throat bulge and my balls resting on her chin. She was almost chokeing but kept moving her head up and down over my burning prick ever time making my balls slap on to her chin. I held her hair in a tight fist and continued ramming my tool in her sweet mouth. I was close to coming when she removed my prick and told me that she wanted me to come in her mouth. She took my prick back in and slid a finger into my arse hole. This drove me mad and I started fucking her mouth furiously. Suddenly my legs went jelly and my balls started pulsating and let out a long jet of hot sperms into her mouth. She seemed to be ready and swallowed the first spurt but my balls were full and continued shooting. Stream after stream entered her mouth but as much as she tried it was a lot for her and I noticed the trickles of my love juice leaking out from her lips and rolling on to her chin.

She got up and went on to kiss me. I could taste my come on that sweet mouth of hers. She told me that she had a big pee in her and would go relieve herself and be back. I told Gunjan that there was no way I was going to let any slut who could do that to me get off without her punishment. I told her that her punishment would be that she would have to hold on to that pee till I was done licking her cunt. With that I grabbed he from the back and started unbuttoning her fly. I peeled her jeans down removing them slowly rubbing my palms along her gorgeous thighs as I stripped her. 

Now all that this newfound fuck toy of mine was wearing was her T-shirt with lovely white lacy panties and her socks and Adidas sneakers on her feet. Her legs were clean of any hair and her fat butt looked very tempting. I kneeled in front of her held her arse with my hands and buried my face in her crotch. Her cunt smelled heavenly. She was almost begging with me to let her go and relieve herself before I continued. I was in no mood to listen and made her sit on the marble table on the center and seated myself on one of the low chairs. I put my hands on her shoulders and forcibly pushed her into a reclining position. She was now resting with the hands gripping the edge of the table with her butt on the edge and her panty covered cunt almost on my face her eyes stared down at me with a mix of pleading and defiance. 

I kissed her cunt through her panties and felt that it was all wet. I slowly slid a finger into her panties and uncovered her love hole. I moved forward and kissed her moist cunt in a deep smooch and she moaned loudly. I moved a bit and started to flick her now erect clit with my tongue. I flickered over it like a butterfly's wing and she kept pleading in moans. I held her clit in my lips and sucked her hard she screamed and spasmed with her first orgasm and collapsed. Gunjan was now lying on the table with her head hanging. She was now getting wild and begging me to get a finger into her cunt. I slid my middle finger deep into her and started rubbing her G spot. 

I drove my tongue deep in as far as I could go and started to move my face tongue fucking her. She was now oozing juices, which trickled down her arse cheeks and over to her arse hole. I moved over my tongue to her arse hole and started reaming it, it was now very wet with her juices. I spread her butt cheeks wide and pushed my tongue into her arse hole. She gave out a loud scream, which I bet must have woken the entire neighborhood. Anyhow none of the lights in other flats came on though I could have bet that behind every dark window there was either a man or a woman masturbating and fantasizing about joining us. I returned to playing with her G spot, impaled another finger into her arsehole and sucked her clit. 

She was now climaxing with my three-way torture. She screamed to let her go or she would loose control of her bladder. I continued faster and harder rubbing the upper wall of her cunt while another finger twisted in her arsehole furiously while my mouth sucked her cunt lips and her clit almost tearing them off. Gunjan suddenly spasmed in a gigantic orgasm heaving her breasts skyward screaming like a wild slut. She shot out he piss intermittently in between her spasms. Her piss and her juices mixed were now shooting on to my face as I licked her. 

I could feel her warm piss trickling along my chest and on to my cock and dripping away on to the floor of the balcony. She must have continued to piss and orgasm for at least 5 minutes and seemed to have lost all control of herself. I got up lay over her and kissed her mouth passionately. She was now slowly recovering herself. She whispered that it was wonderful and it was the first time she had done something as wild as piss and orgasm together and that she loved it. She said that she wanted to take a bath with me but after she had changed into a new swimsuit that her husband had bought but she never had the time to wear.

She walked on towards her bedroom and told me to follow her 10 minutes later. I fixed another drink and stood on the balcony naked and alone and let the night air caress my body. It was a wonderful night and I think I was already in love with Gunjan. Ten minutes flew by and I tiptoed into the bed room Ajoy was still asleep but I noticed that gunjan had got him naked. His prick was large and stood erect and glistened in the light coming from the slightly open door of the bathroom. 

I was sure that Gunjan had given him a deep suck after getting him naked. I went into the bath. Gunjan stood with her back to me under the warm shower. She was wearing a beautiful Electric blue one-piece swimsuit. The back of the suit was deep and her back was totally exposed. Her butt was tightly held by the Lycra and exposed the lower end of her cheeks. She was wearing a black stiletto and swung around to look at me. She was all wet and her hair was now plastered unevenly around her face. Her big tits were pressed by the fabric into a massive cleavage into which water from the shower streaming down her face and hair flowed. 

Her nipples were erect and seemed to want to tear the cloth. The thin shoulder straps were fighting to hold on to the weight of boobs, which were trying to break free. I walked on behind her pushed my crotch into her butt put my hands on the cloth over her breast squeezing them tightly and kissed her on her shoulder. She threw back her head on my shoulder and started grinding her arse on my crotch. Our embrace looked wonderful on the large mirror on the wall and I kept kneading her tits. 

I whispered into her ear that if I wasn't mistaken she had been sucking her husband. She told me I was right and that today was her birthday and that she wanted a double sandwich fuck as her gift. I turned her around kissed her lips wished her a happy birthday and told her that I would do every thing to make her day memorable. I picked her in my arms and told her that I first wanted her for myself. I walked out carrying her past the bedroom into the drawing room. I lay her down on the large soft bed on the floor. I lay my naked body on top of her and started to kiss her. 

I slid her shoulder straps down and released her boobs. It was the first look I was having at her mounds. They were absolutely fantastic and her nipples were really screaming wanting to be sucked. I started flicking her nipples with my tongue. I pressed her breasts hard with my hands as I sucked furiously at them. Her breast skin was turning red with all the attention. I got up and slowly took off the entire suit. She was now lying stark naked only her stiletto's on. I spread her legs took a nice look at the pussy I would be ravaging and slid my thick dick into her cunt. 

She let out a squirm of delight and closed her eyes taking in the feeling of her new invader. I kept pumping furiously at her my balls slapping against her arse each time I thrust in. Gunjan was wild with delight and kept on prodding me to fuck her harder. I increased my tempo and force and she kept asking for more. I told gunjan that she was a very horny slut and she didn't deserve to be one mans wife, she said should be the fuck toy of as many men & women who wanted her. She agreed to do so if I would pimp for her and join her in all of her fucks. I kept pumping her cunt furiously and could feel myself nearing another climax. 

She was now ecstatic and kept pounding her hips into me each time I thrust forward. Her legs with the stiletto were now piercing into my arse. She squealed at me to keep pounding her and shoot inside her cunt. I pistioned through wondering how long could this bitch last that I felt my balls squeezing and shooting another string of cum into her body. Almost immediately she let out a scream and orgasmed. I kept pumping and shooting load after load and grinding my hips into her. She had now arched out and was lost in a huge climax. Spent we lay in each other's arms and felt the warmth of each other's body. My and her juices were now trickling out of her cunt onto my thighs and rolling onto the bed.

She asked me to make her a drink. I made one for both of us and sat down beside her. She got up and slid a LD into the player and told me that it was a new porno flick she had hired. We skipped the movies start to a section where this gorgeous blonde with huge tits was in a gym where she was being fucked out of her brains by three blacks and two whites. The guys were all very muscular and had huge dicks. Especially one of the blacks who looked like a giant and must have had a tool almost 12 inches long and as thick as 3 inches. His tool looked as if it would kill the bitch. 

You could see that she was enjoying herself and every act of the gangbang. She had cocks up cunt up her arsehole one in her mouth and jacking off the rest with her hands. The guys kept flipping her into all sorts of positions and changing places themselves. She let out loud screams of delight mixed with pain every second she had her mouth free. The men kept ramming and shooting load after load into her. She had cum dripping from from the side of her lips oozing out from her cunt and her arse. She was really being fucked and the guys were really enjoying themselves with this queen of sluts. Gunjan was getting really excited and rubbing her glass on her cunt. 

She turned to me kissed me and told me that on other thoughts she wouldn't like a threesome but something like what we were watching on TV. She really wanted to get gang fucked and would love to have a bitch like the blonde on TV thrown in to add to her pleasure. I kissed her and promised her that I would do all I could to get her all the studs and that with a body like hers it would not be very difficult. With that I turned her over on her belly and spread her butt cheeks and started licking her arsehole. I took a finger full of her cunt juices and slid it in to lubricate her. I lay on her back and shoved my dick in gently into her crack. 

She moaned as I moved it further into her bowels. I grabbed her tits from behind and continued to thrust my prick up her arsehole. She told me that she wanted to move into the bedroom so that she could suck on Ajoy while I fucked her arse. I slid my dick out and we walked into the bedroom . Gunjan kneeled on the edge and immediately mouthed Ajoys limp dick. Even when small you could make out that he had a huge prick. It slowly began to grow. I cautioned her that maybe we would wake him up. She told me that he had passed out quite bad and would sleep late till next morning. She was now holding his dick with her hand moving it slowly back and forth running her tongue and lips over his head and shaft. I got behind Gunjan and pushed my dick back into her arsehole. 

The bitch now had what she had wanted, her husbands dick in her mouth and a man who was a stranger to her about 5 hours before fucking her arse like mad. I pumped furiously in and out of her tight hole. Our sweaty bodies now made slapping sounds with each thrust. I lay on her back holding her huge tits and watched her suck Ajoy. Ajoy was now moaning in his sleep and his dick was wet with Gunjans saliva. It was a wonderful sight; the slut I was banging was also sucking on this massive dick. Gunjan was oblivious of any thing and only enjoying her fuck. 

When suddenly Ajoy thrust his hip forward and came into her mouth and woke up. I was very close to a climax and could not care the least to him waking up. I thrust deep in and shot my load into her. She had closed her eyes and was having a fantastic orgasm and had not noticed that Ajoy was awake. Ajoy had the most stunned look on his face as he shot load after load on to his wife's face while he watched this newly met stranger fuck his wife's butt. Gunjan had now recovered and defiantly stared back at Ajoy. I was expecting an ugly scene but too godamed tired to move.




My Affair with Gunjan



Ajoy gathered himself but seemed very angry. He told me that he wanted me to join him in teaching this whore a lesson. With that he roughly grabbed her threw her roughly on her bed and speared her freshly fucked arse with his massive tool. She screamed and he told her that he wanted he would give her a fuck she would remember. He started pumping like a steam engine. She kept moaning loudly now that her fear of her husband waking up had gone and I noticed that she was really wildly vocal during lovemaking. She yelled pleading him to treat her like a slut and ram her with all he had. They were in a real wild fuck when Ajoy told me to get up and fuck the bitch in her mouth to shut her up. 

I really wanted to be a part of this violent orgy. I got over her face and rammed my dick into her mouth. Ajoy kept asking me to fuck her mouth harder. He asked me how I had liked fucking this bitch. I told him that such a horny bitch should be every bodys property and deserved to have a dick up all her holes at all times. He kept getting furious and pounding her harder. All this dirty talk about her was getting Gunjan even wilder and she was sucking at my prick like a mad animal.

Ajoy told me to lie down on my back. He removed his tool. Held Gunjan by her waist picked her up like a toy. He was very muscular and strong. He impaled Gunjan on my prick and forced her cunt down on my dick. She went down on it upto the hilt. Screaming in pain at the forced thrust. He got behind her and again rammed his rod back into her butt. She was enjoying getting raped by our big dicks and was screaming with excitement. Ajoy started thrusting like an enraged bull and kept spanking her butt. 

She yelled in pleasure with each spanking. I kept ramming wildly at her ravaged cunt. Ajoy held her hair and pulled her head back. Her tits were now dangling on my chest and nipples rubbing against my chest with every pounding that she got from us. We were hammering her furiously but in perfect synchronization and she was yelling even more loudly with each push. I could feel ajoys prick against the thin wall of her cunt and she kept screaming. Just then both of us climaxed and shot our loads of love juice into her holes. 

String after string entered her as we kept pounding. She suddenly whipped her body and came into one of the wildest orgasms I have seen a woman have. She slumped on my chest and started to kiss my lips as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. Ajoy removed himself and lay down beside us as she lay all spent on my chest her breasts pressed against my chest and her mouth softly playing with mine.

We went on to sleep till late the next morning. Next day Ajoy had sobered down. When we were alone he told me that he understood what had happened last night. He was ashamed that he was not giving his wife enough of sex for the last some months. He said that he was sorry for what he had put her through in the near past.

We have now become friends. I managed to talk one of my friends in shipping to get Ajoy a Job. He is now employed in a very nice job. Whenever he is around we meet and have the most intimate threesomes. When he is away myself and Gunjan prowl the nightspots and look for good looking people to fuck. We have had wild nights and every time enjoyed great orgies with the people we manage to pick up. We seem to have an insatiable appetite for sex and compliment each other's lust perfectly.

If you have liked what you have read get back at redheat@indya.com to know more about our wild nights. We don't want your pics or any contact numbers. We just want to share our lovemaking and our fantasies about what we would like to do. Let us in to some of your wildest nights or dreams. Waiting to hear from any one who's as horny as us.



My Affair With Jim - 1980



This writing describes an experience in the sexual odyssey of Dan and Kaye over an eight-year period in their marriage. During this collaborative effort, every attempt was been made to ensure an accurate representation of events based on mutual recollections.

My Affair with Jim – 1980

After several years of my husband and me living an open lifestyle, I have come to realize that twice during that time I was compulsively addicted to sex with a man. What I mean by this is an overwhelming urge to give myself fully to a man other than my husband regardless of the consequences. 

Looking back at this time, I realized that both men were very different with the exception of having great equipment. I know that size is not the only component of enjoyable sex but when combined with an erotic approach and experienced technique, it can greatly intensify both the physical and mental aspects of the act. In my case, it was not love but pure lustful urges that I felt for these men and was much stronger than that which I have felt for others including the love of my life, my husband. 

I was 25 when things started to get crazy in my life. Dan, my husband, and I had had some strange sexual experiences that year, one that was so strange I really cannot explain it to this day. 

During this time, I was working at a job I hated and for which I was not qualified. Dan had quit his job and was supposed to be going to school but seemed to want to party like a college kid even though we had a 3 1/2 year old at home. In short, I was under a great deal of stress and was disappointed in my husband. I resented that he seemed to have other priorities than getting through school and getting a job. I thought he was taking me for granted and only seemed to take an interest in me when he wanted sex. 

I realized that I could not continue this way and decided to take steps to improve my situation. I separated from Dan telling him I did not want to see him again until he became serious about his life and his family. When we separated, he left the apartment and went to live with his parents. This was a very difficult time for me in that I knew I could not control what he would do but did not want to divorce him unless I had to. I was feeling like a failure in most aspects of my life and was very low on self-esteem at this time. 

I had been riding to work with Jim who was my manager and a very nice man (or so I thought). He was easy to talk to and had a great sense of humor. He would go out of his way to make me laugh which I needed at the time. Jim was 40, was on his second marriage, and knew something about dealing with martial problems, which he offered when we talked. In fact, during one of our rides to work, he shared with me that while he loved his wife; things were not exactly perfect in his marriage either. 

I was comfortable talking with him in that he never mentioned anything about sex at this time. Occasionally we would stop for drinks on the way home with a group of people from work. I would call my sister, have her pick up my daughter from day care, and watch her until I got there. She was supportive and offered to help me anytime I needed her. I think she was concerned about me and wanted me to have some fun. One Friday several of us decided to stop at a bar after work. We drank and talked for a few hours and then Jim and I left to go home. While I did not share this with anyone, I was depressed that night and drank more than I should have. 

Once in the car, Jim told me that he was fond of me, found me very desirable, and wanted me. He confessed that he had felt that way since we started riding together but was afraid to say anything to me. Then to my surprise, he reached over and kissed me. For a few seconds I did not respond, but it felt so good that I eventually started kissing him back. There we were, making out in the parking lot like a couple of high school kids. Thank heavens it was dark and I do not believe anyone saw us. 

As our kissing became more passionate, Jim moved his hand to my chest and started caressing one of my breasts through my blouse. I broke our embrace and told him that we were both married and this was not right. That I did not need any more complications in my life and that we should stop now and go home. 

Then a strange thing happened. He started to become demanding. He placed his hand under my chin and turned my head so that I was facing him, looked me directly in the eyes, and told me that he knew I needed him as much as he wanted me (I didn't believe this was true but it shocked me to hear him say it). He started kissing me again, this time slipping his tongue into my mouth. 

I must have found his change in attitude exciting because I allowed him to continue without saying anything and started to respond a little to him. While this was happening, he managed to unbutton the top buttons on my blouse and get his hand inside my bra and on my right breast. Feeling his rough fingers moving across my nipple and his hand cupping my breast got me really excited and escalated events. 

It was not long before his hand was under my skirt and resting on my knee and started moving up my leg. At first, I moved my hand down to his trying to keep him from going further but his advances became increasingly forceful. Although I continued to push it away, it wasn't long before his hand had reached my thighs and higher. 

As Jim's hand massaged my most intimate area, I felt my excitement build and realized that I was becoming increasingly wet. I responded by separating my legs allowing him unfettered access as he began to massage my clitoris through my pantyhose. As our kissing became more passionate, I moved my hand up his leg to his crotch and began massaging his erection through his pants.

To this day, I don't know why I didn't stop things immediately but I was genuinely enjoying feeling desirable to a man. The combination of the alcohol and not having sex for several months had a strong effect on my libido and I began to respond enthusiastically to his advances. To be honest a big part of my response was that his demanding approach really appealed to my submissive tendencies. 

Jim continued fondling me for several minutes before he broke our embrace, took me to a cheap motel down the street from the bar, and got us a room. I asked him about his wife and he said that she was out with her girlfriends that night and would not be home until late. 

Once in the room, Jim sat in a chair and told me to undress and my hands were shaking as I complied and started slowly removing my clothes. It all seemed so surreal. Here I was undressing in a hotel room with a man other than my husband and it was obvious where this was heading. What in the hell was I doing here? How had things gotten so far out of control? 

In a futile attempt to gain some control over the situation, I stopped after having removed everything but my bra and panties. When Jim instructed me to continue I decided not to think about what was happening but simply do as I was told. I felt numb as I slowly unhooked my bra and let it fall from my shoulders and arms then slid my panties down my hips and legs stepping out of them. 

Jim got up and walked over to me with a wicked smile on his face and a look of lust in his eyes. There I stood, nude and staring straight ahead as if transfixed as he slowly walked around me getting a good look. He began stroking me with his fingers and commented that I must be enjoying this as my nipples were hard and my chest was flushed and bright red. When he was behind me, he placed both his hands on my lower back and roughly ran them down my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to control my growing arousal as his hands cupped then squeezed my cheeks and his fingertips dug into sensitive areas between my legs. 

Jim moved around in front of me and looked me in the eyes as he began played with my breasts before lowering his head and started lightly biting and sucking on my nipples and licking around my areolas. It felt so good that my juices really began to flow and I actually had to fight the urge to grab his head and pull it into my chest. He then moved his hand between my legs and forced my thighs apart enough to enter me with his fingers and seemed pleased that I was wet. His touch was really turning me on and it was hard for me to continue standing. 

Jim had me lay on the bed as he removed his clothes then got into the bed next to me. As he walked toward me, I got my first look at his exposed member. It was impressive; longer than most I have seen with a shaft that bent upwards and slightly to the right when erect. As I ran my hand down his cock, I was shocked that it continued to grow in thickness until; about half way to its base, I could no longer wrap my fingers around it. 

Given the number of men I have experienced as of this writing, I have never seen a cock quite like Jim's. I was both curious and a little concerned about how it would fit in me. As we kissed each other passionately, I reached down and began stroking his manhood. He felt very hot in my hand and I could feel his member becoming even harder while he continued to manipulate me with his fingers. As he did so, he kept adding fingers until he had three moving in me while I shoved my tongue in his mouth and moved my hips in pleasure. 

Suddenly his cock erupted shooting his load all over my thigh and the bed. Although I was disappointed and wanted sex at this point, I reassured him by passionately kissing him and stroking his genitals. He pulled away and moved his head down between my legs and began licking and sucking my vaginal lips and clitoris making me insane with passion. I was about to have my second orgasm when he moved on top of me. 

I eagerly spread my legs for him but instead of entering me, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs even further apart. I can still remember the look on his face when he smiled and looked down at me for what seemed like forever. It was as if he was in no hurry and wanted to enjoy the moment. I had reached a high state of excitement and told him I wanted him in me. 

I remember he kept asking me what I wanted saying, "Tell me you want me to fuck you" all the while continuing to rub the head of his cock up and down my slit occasionally hitting my clitoris. 

I tried to move my hips down to get him inside me all the time pleading with him to stop teasing me and give it in me! 

After I began screaming at him, "FUCK ME NOW!" and he directed his manhood at my opening and, in one swift movement, pushed deep inside me. 

Jim's cock was so thick I thought it would split me in half and it reached places deep within me that had never been touched before. He was not at all gentle in his thrusts and literally 'banged' me while I did what I could to keep pace with him. Occasionally he would reach down and rub my clitoris with his thumb sending me over the top. 

I began moaning loudly, lifted my head, and started kissing him passionately as our tongues explored each other's mouth. All the while my hips were raising to meet his thrusts and I began experiencing waves of orgasms ending with what felt like a strong contraction starting in my upper pelvic area and moving down to my pussy drenching both of us and the bed with my juices. I had never experienced a climax so intense and I almost passed out from sheer pleasure. Note to the reader: Years later I learned that this was how I responded to simultaneous stimulation of my clitoris and G-spot. 

I had just begun recovering when I looked Jim intensely in the eyes, and began telling him how wonderful he felt in me, and that no one had ever filled me so completely (I'm sure my language was much more graphic given the circumstances). I reached down, grabbed his hips pulling him toward me, and said that I wanted to feel him cum in me. 

This must have sent Jim over the edge as he groaned and pushed deeply into me and I felt the warm sensation of him filling me. When he finished he pulled out, smiled down at me, and rubbed the wet head of his cock through my already damp and matted pubic hair. Then he slapped me on my ass and told me retrieve a wet washcloth from the bathroom. 

Although I was still recovering from the fucking I had just received and did not want to move, he was persistent and I finally got up did as he asked. When I was in bathroom, I grabbed a hand towel and put it between my legs to catch the fluid running out of me then dampened a washcloth as instructed. When I returned to the bed, Jim told me to clean him off and I complied by washing off his genitals and pubic hair as best I could. 

After I finished cleaning him, he got up and put his clothes on instructing me to get dressed. After I was dressed, he took me home. I thought that maybe he was feeling as guilty as I was about what had happened since we did not say anything during the drive home. After I got home that night, I remember feeling strange thinking about what had happened. I really did not know how to feel about it. Even though I had some feelings of remorse, they were mixed with feeling very alive, satisfied and more than a little wanton. 

On our way to work the next Monday, he told me he wanted to have a long lunch with me that afternoon. After that, we met during lunch or after work a couple times a week for the next six weeks at a single friend of Jim's apartment who lived only minutes from our work. I had incredible orgasms each time we were together and I wanted to give him anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. 

Each or our sessions began with him orally bringing me to a heightened state of excitement. Then I would stroke and suck his cock until he came continuing until he was hard again. While I enjoyed having his mouth and tongue pleasing me, I became especially addicted to the multiple orgasms and incredible climaxes I experienced every time he gave me his uniquely proportioned manhood. When we were together I wanted it to go on forever, and when we were not, I found myself obsessed with lustful thoughts of our next time.

During one of our sessions, he told me to get ready for him by playing with myself and, as always, I complied to his request while he watched. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before (not even my husband) and this must have turned him on because he did not allow me to continue for long before he was between my legs thrusting away. 

Another time we were together, when we arrived at the apartment I noticed that Jim had brought his Polaroid camera. A chill went down my spine and I immediately told him that he was not taking any pictures of me. He just smiled and told me not to worry about it and to get undressed. We followed our usual pattern of fondling and pleasing each other orally leading to another glorious session of sex. During that session, after we had been going at it for a while, Jim told me that I would pose for him if I wanted him to continue. As he did this, he occasionally stopped thrusting in me for seconds at a time almost completely pulling out of me. Having lost all control by that point I looked into his eyes and pleaded with him not to stop and moved my hands to his hips and pulled trying to getting him to resume. 

Jim persisted with his demand and tortuous teasing until, out of sheer frustration, I agreed to do as he asked after which he resumed his pace eventually bringing me to another shattering climax. He then directed me in posing for a series of very revealing pictures without providing me the benefit of cleaning up a little and was very pleased with one close-up of my pussy with his seamen visible. I was uncomfortable with him doing this but he assured me no one else would see them as he had as much to lose as I if they got around. 

Once Jim told me that, he knew that I liked him taking control and he was right! I knew what we were doing was wrong but at the same time, he made me feel desirable, something I had not felt for a long time, and I looked forward to my time with him. He told me that he and his wife were not having sex on a regular basis. She had lost interest and he was not about to beg her for sex. I remember thinking that it must be true because by that time he did not need to lie to get what he wanted; and we both knew it. On a more practical level, Jim did take a lot of job pressure off me by giving me different assignments and helping me with them. About six weeks after everything started with Jim, Dan and I reconciled. He had left school and found a job and while it was not a great job and required a lot of travel, it was a job and I was relieved that he was working again. I ended my affair with Jim the last time we were together and we had a final sexual session. We agreed that there would be no hard feelings and that we would keep it a secret between us as we both had a lot to lose if word got out. 

At the time, Jim had been suggesting that we include a male friend of his in one of our sessions (the guy whose apartment we used) and I got the impression that he had shown him the pictures of me and discussed having a threesome. If we had continued, I would have gone along with it as I had already experienced a threesome with two men and enjoyed it very much. Besides that, I had become accustomed to doing anything Jim demanded of me and although it meant giving myself sexually to a compete stranger, to this day I am sure I would have complied. 

As you might imagine, things were not the same at work. He did not treat me badly but it was uncomfortable for both of us and I was concerned about my strong desire for him getting the better of me. Within a month, I had found another job doing something that I liked and was more in line with my experience.

While I felt guilty about my affair, I kept it secret for many years. I finally confessed what had happened to my husband five years later. We were living in another town and Jim had been out of my life for a long time. He had a typical 'Dan reaction', it turned him on, and he asked for details. You can guess what happened next. What I did not tell him at the time was that for a period of time I was seemingly addicted to sex with Jim and still had some of those feelings.

Kaye



My Affair with Morag



This an absolutely true story, although the names have been altered, and obviously I cannot vouch for the actual words used in the conversations – but the gist of them is more or less true, and certainly the events are as I remember them to this day. Apart, that is, from the scene in the restaurant with Zena where I exaggerated her mode of dress, but not too much. She really did buy a new mini-dress for the occasion.

In my capacity as an educational bookseller I often visited schools and head teachers and was fairly well known on my circuit. But it was after I had met up with a young lady, whom I later found was called Morag, at one of the teachers' conferences that this story began. We had somehow paired off together, and I was pleased to have a companion at the various functions, until the night after one of the many functions when we both had had a little too much to drink. Nevertheless we were still quite capable, and it was probably euphoria rather than drunkenness which contributed to our finding ourselves on a bench on the sea-front in the moonlight. Luckily it was a particularly warm night, and we were chatting and laughing together, completely on our own without another soul around.

As quite often happens on occasions such as this, two almost strangers enjoying a brief flirtation with the knowledge that we would probably never meet again, we were both a little more daring than either of us would normally had been, and so I found that when I boldly put my hand on her knee as we tentatively kissed, her response was what I had hoped for, inasmuch as she made no response whatsoever, other than increase the pressure of our kiss, and so I risked sliding my hand underneath her kilt and began to stroke the sheer nylon beneath. Again no rebuff from her encouraged me to begin to creep higher on her thigh until it reached the top where she was already beginning to part her thighs. But as she was wearing tights it was not the easiest thing to do to go further without some effort or even some encouragement on her part, although her negative response had been encouragement in itself. But she did respond when my hand began to apply pressure on her buried pussy, as she broke our kiss to say, "I'm sorry, but I'm not taking my tights off here, and in any case if you intend seeing me again we shall have to save something until then so as to have something to look forward to. Don't you agree?"

So she was not unwilling to go further. In fact she was openly inviting me to see her again and to give me more of herself next time!

Needless to say, then, I found out where she lived and at which school she was teaching. And as this was the last night of the conference it also meant that we would not be able to meet again unless it was in her home area.

I made a promise to meet here in a couple of weeks' time when schools would be back in session and then escorted her to her hotel. But other than another passionate goodnight kiss nothing further happened that night. 

Remember, though, that this was some time ago when "boy meets girl" occasions were somewhat different, and more restrained in approach, and usually taking weeks or even months before venturing even as far as I had already done

However, exactly three weeks later I was able to be in her area, so obviously I was determined to look her up.

I hung around outside her house for over an hour, hoping that she would come out so that I could speak to her, and I was fortunate inasmuch as she came outside for some reason or other and saw me standing there.

She laughed at me, then, and said that I should have come to the door, as her parents knew all about meeting me. So she invited me inside and introduced me to her mother and father, who seemed quite happy for me to be seeing their daughter I spite of the fact (if she had told them, that is) that I was some fifteen years older than she was, and also that I was already married. Their attitude seemed to be that they were happy for her to have someone to meet up with, as since she had left college and started teaching she had been fairly lonely for some reason or other.

However, she left us for a few minutes whilst I chatted with her parents and her father suggested restaurants, after I had asked his advice, being a stranger in the area. In fact, he telephoned one whilst I was there and booked a table for us both in an hour's time. Then Morag re-appeared and her father told her that he had booked a table. She seemed delighted with his response to me, and after she had kissed them both goodbye we walked to my car.

As we got in she turned to me and said, "I hope you did not mind my leaving you for a few minutes at home. Actually it was because I was wearing tights again, so I went to change for some stockings and suspenders. I hope you will approve!"

Approve? I was over the moon. So she had meant what she had said when we last met about something to look forward to!

Anyway, nothing happened out of the ordinary as we drove some distance to the restaurant, and we had a delightful meal, where I learned quite a lot more about her. This was her first teaching post, she was twenty-five years old, presently living with her parents but hopefully some day she would have a pad of her own, and possibly teach at a larger school than the one she was presently at, which was quite a small one, and so carried no extra posts other than headmaster and three assistants. She liked music, she was good at maths, she had played hockey for the college and was quite athletic. It was when we were finishing our coffee after the meal that she also said quietly, so that no other table could hear her, that she was also no longer a virgin, and felt that she ought to inform me of the fact in case I had any qualms.

This latter revelation was also a blatant invitation! Because we were amidst others within hearing distance I said no more until I was helping her on with her coat, after she had excused herself to go to the toilet. 

We were then nearer to the door, and our voices could not have been as easily overheard, as she said very quietly, "But I have kept my knickers on for the time being, as I have a feeling that you would like the pleasure of taking them off later on!"

Once we were in my car, though, I was a little amused to see the way she carefully arranged her coat and kilt so that her knees, which had been slightly on view as she got into the car, were once more decently covered. She noticed my amusement and laughed as she said, "Just so that you can concentrate on your driving. You can see more when we actually stop."

"I can stop now," I began, but she shushed me and explained that she knew a small country lane nearby which was hardly ever used with the exception of couples who might want a little privacy.

Following her directions we turned off the road and along a very narrow country lane, tree-lined and dark, until we came to an opening into a field, with a gated entrance, so that there was just room to park the car off the road and in case someone else came along.

"Now," she said flippantly. "If you want to switch the interior light on I'll show you my knees!"

I lost no time in switching it on, whereupon she climbed out of the car, slipped off her coat and threw it into the back before getting in again, and teasingly began to slide her kilt up to reveal her nylon-sheathed knees.

Cheekily she looked up at me and asked, "Am I showing enough, or do you want me to go higher?"

"I think you know the answer to that," I told her, to which she replied, "Ah, but I must tell you here and now – unless you specifically ask for anything you will not get it. And I was at a mixed college, so there are no words you can teach me, so don't be afraid to use them if there is something specific you want me to do. And I strongly object to using tame-sounding synonyms when there is probably a perfectly adequate word to describe what you want, even if it is a word you would object to hearing in a classroom. So, do you want me to raise my kilt higher?"

"Please," I replied. 

"How far shall I go?" she smiled.

"How far will you go?" I countered.

"Just tell me, and I will," she teased.

"Stocking tops?" I ventured.

She did so immediately, and then said, "But showing those are too tame. Shall I go higher?"

I decided to venture into seeing how far she would take my verbal approach, although I, too, started tamely. "Show me your suspenders," I commanded, and she immediately complied. 

"That all?" she quizzed me.

"Up to your knickers!" I said.

She drew the kilt up until the tiniest glimpse of her white lace knickers was on show.

Again she quizzed me. "More yet? Perhaps it is as well that I have some knickers on, though. I don't always wear them on a date unless there is a possibility that someone else might notice." 

"What a 'come-on' that was," I thought to myself, and then decided to be really bold. I was about to risk her anger, but she had told me to be blunt, and not to mince words. Nevertheless I was quite apprehensive about asking the next question, and then plucked up the courage to do so at the risk of having my face slapped and never seeing her again.

"How many dates have you had when you left your knickers off, then? Or should I ask how many boy-friends you have had whom you dated in that way?" I asked warily.

Her reply came back quite laid-back as she said, "I am not too sure of the exact number, but at least half a dozen, although there have only been three whom I have allowed to go all the way, including the first boy I ever slept with at college. But they were all students at college with me. I have not met anyone else since I qualified and started to actually teach. At least, no-one I have actually liked, except one......." and here she looked pointedly at me, "......and he will be taking my knickers off very shortly, unless I have severely mistaken his intentions!"

With that she pulled the hem of her kilt right to her waist, revealing, in the soft light of the car, the brevity of them, being delicate lace and dipping deeply in front so that the start of her cleft was apparent, hinting at pleasures only just hidden below the fine nylon lace. The kilt was also high enough now to see the thin strap of her suspender belt, and from which her exciting suspenders reached down, through the knickers, and on to her nylon stockings.

"Don't think I am being just a tease," she said, "but although you can take my knickers down and play with my pussy I do not wish to go any further this time. I want to have something to look forward to next week."

I lost no time in pulling them down, though, and was so delighted when she actually assisted me, revealing closely cropped hair, but it was also so fine that nothing was hidden. And already her lips were glistening with anticipation, so that my fingers started to make an audible rhythm as her secretions caused the squelching noise which can only be associated with that activity.

As I continued to rub, and she began to breathe more heavily her hand reached out and sought my own solid erection, which had been straining against my trousers, and which I was in the process of freeing.

In only took seconds before I was spurting, and Morag giggled as she caught most of the spurts in her own knickers, panting though she was from her own exertions.

But then she, too, suddenly jumped as she orgasmed herself, and together we locked in a huge satisfied kiss.

As we finally broke away she laughed again. I shall have to wash these knickers myself when I get home. I don't think mother would be overjoyed to find them in this condition!"

We made ourselves decent again, apart from her lack of knickers, that is, and I drove her home. I was quite surprised, though, that even though her father was outside and waiting for her, she still kissed me, although not quite as passionately as previously, as he came to ask if we had enjoyed the meal.

I was worried that he might smell all that sex as Morag got out of the car, but if he did he showed no awareness of it. But in spite of his presence there she still asked me if I would be taking her out again next week.

In fact we did go out again, and once more her father made the booking at the restaurant for us. This time, though, I went prepared, and had a packet of condoms with me. It was also amusing once more that her father came to see us off, and made no comment about his daughter's brevity of her skirt, which was already revealing the tops of her stockings as she sat in the car.

Scarcely had we started off, though, than she burst out laughing.

"Poor Daddy," she chuckled. "He looked a little apprehensive when he saw how brief my skirt is, as he was able to see the tops of my stockings. If only he knew I had no knickers on – he would have been shocked! Although Mummy seemed to suspect something, for earlier tonight she gave me another talk about being careful when out on a date, and then she came into my bedroom just as I was dressing for meeting you. I did not mind, as we are all used to seeing each other naked in our house, but I think she also noticed that I had not put any knickers on, for she said something about hoping I would not be too cold in such a short skirt!"

"And what did you say?" I asked her.

"I told her not to worry, as the restaurant would be warm, and so would you car be, as we did not intend getting out anywhere!"

And then she added, "But don't get any ideas yet. I think we should eat first, so as not to be too late for the booking. But I might let you look under the table if the opportunity arises!"

We had another delightful meal once more, and afterwards we were sitting sipping our coffee when she seemed to furtively glance round, and seemed satisfied as she said, "If I drop my tea-spoon would you pick it up for me, please?"

Following her glance round I saw that no-one was actually looking in our direction, just as she deliberately dropped her spoon beneath the table. I knew instantly what her game was, and so as I bent to retrieve it my eyes locked onto her knees beneath the table, which she now parted sufficiently for me to discern in the subdued light that she was, indeed, knickerless!

It was only momentarily, though, as we did not want to draw attention to what we were up to. 

"Never mind," she smiled. "There will be more opportunity when we are in the car." 

As it was summer, the night had not yet descended as we got into the car to drive home (the long way round, of course) and I was treated to another delightful display as Morag deliberately flaunted herself for me by raising each foot in turn to get into the car seat, and once more I was entranced by her beautiful pussy, so openly exhibited for me.

As this was a different restaurant from last week I was again on a strange road, and so Morag directed me, as she had done the previous week, to another favourite hide-away of hers. How she knew of these places I did not know, nor did I attempt to find out.

This time, though, as soon as we stopped she opened her door and moved onto the rear seat, where she lay back, held her arms high in enticement, then deliberately placed one ankle over the front seat backs and the other onto the back of the rear seat, so that her legs were splayed widely in readiness for what she had promised.

I tore open my flies as I followed her into the rear, and fell upon her in an absolute frenzy, for she had managed to work me up to this pitch as we drove along, by telling me what we intended doing, by reminding me that she was knickerless, by describing how she would feel when my large cock (and those were the very words she used) slipped into her juicy cunt. The only regret she had (she told me) was that she was not on the birth control pill, and so I would have to use a condom. How lucky it was that I had just bought some!

As I clambered in to the rear on top of her I was already rolling my fist condom onto my engorged cock, and she must have been so lubricated already that it slipped in effortlessly. A few thrusts later and I was jerking, as she squirmed and flung herself around in a similar frenzy. 

When we finally finished, she looked at me, and said that she had enjoyed that fuck more than any she had ever had, and that she could now really look forward to more in the future.

This evening was to set the pattern for weeks to come, and regularly we met, ate, and fucked.

Then, one day, I decided to visit her school.

It was a small school, with a Head Master and four Assistant Teachers, all female. When I called the Headmaster was busy, but asked me to go into the staff-room, as it was morning break, and he would join us shortly. Morag was an infant teacher there, and so she was in the staffroom when I was shown in, and so naturally she was unable to hide the fact that she knew me. However, she simply told the others that she had met me at the Conference. I noticed, too, that she was more soberly dressed whilst in school, and was almost prim and proper. Naturally we all chatted as we drank our morning cuppa, but it soon became apparent to the others that she knew me a little more than just as an acquaintance from the Conference, and so she blushed a little as she made her confession – that she had met me since once or twice and that we had dined in restaurants together.

The other teachers were all older than Morag, though, although two of them were still in their twenties, I would guess. Anyway, we had a very pleasant conversation until the school secretary called to tell me that the Headmaster could see me now.

I did my business with him, and found it a very pleasant call. But that evening, now that Morag had let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, I waited for her outside school with my car so as to save her waiting for the bus. As she came out with the other teachers, though, there were slight knowing looks from them, as if they were now more aware of our relationship. Not fully, though, I hoped!

Anyway, I drove her home, and as she opened the door her mother called out as she was home much earlier than normal, and Morag ushered me inside as she started to explain that I had brought her home from school because I had called there.

"You are going out early, then?" her mother asked me, but Morag replied, saying that it was certainly a possibility as she had extra time now because of my bringing her home.

"Have you taken Derek round the flats yet?" her mother asked Morag.

"We have not had time to do that so far," came her reply. "But we could do that today, now that we have some spare time," she added.

"Good idea!" said her mother. "Why not go and change, then, and I'll chat to Derek while you do so. After all, you will not be able to chat with him whilst you are getting changed, will you?" 

As soon as Morag had disappeared, though, her mother turned to me and said, "Right, then. I know you are married and so you have no designs on Morag other than a bit of fun together, and she knows this, too. But promise me one thing – you will not get her into any trouble, will you? I mean, you do take precautions don't you? And don't try to deny what you two get up to when you are out so late. Her father and I well know what you must get up to, so just promise that you will be careful. She is too young to have to give up her career to become a mother."

She was being so sensible and so understanding, and quite a modern parent with no beating about the bush. She had slightly stunned me at first by her forthright approach, but I quickly recovered and replied in the same straightforward way that I did take precautions, and that I would always have her welfare at heart.

"Good," she said, "because actually she has met a boy more of her own age. We have all known him for some time, but until now there has been nothing between them. She has been out with him once or twice, but she still thinks the world of you. And I may as well be blunt with you. Morag is highly sexed, as you know, and needs her sex-drive fulfilled regularly, but we can see that she and this boy will eventually become an item. She has told me, though, that she is keeping him waiting for any sexual favours until he has asked her to marry him at least, and both her father and I agree that this is a desirable thing to do. But in the meantime I know she needs fulfilment sexually, and her father and I both know that she is receiving that from you, and perhaps not with our disapproval."




My Affair with Morag



I was astonished by her words, but even more so I was comforted in the knowledge that not only did they know, but that they were not objecting to my behaviour with Morag.

I began to tell her that we were not as close as we could have been, and that although there was a certain love and a bond between us, we both knew that it was nothing more than an affair which would end some time.

"I'm so pleased that you are taking it this way," she continued. "After all, as parents we want the best for our daughter, and her happiness is all important, which is why we are not objecting to you affair if it is what she wants. But we had better hurry, or she will be back with us again, dressed to go out. And I know that she always dresses as provocatively as possible whenever she goes out with you. She does not dress like that any other time when you are not around, as she is quite content to wear tights as well as knickers most of the time, but after she first met you she went out and bought a couple of mini-dresses and that brief kilt she usually wears for when you go out. She thinks I don't know that she never wears knickers with that short kilt when she is out with you, but it is only what I used to do for her father in the past. In fact, often when we go out together for a meal I do the same. It was a regular occurrence when Morag was away at college, but we seldom get the opportunity these days except perhaps on the evenings when you take her out. "

Just then Morag reappeared and her mother immediately changed to subject, mainly about showing me the local beauty spots. The "flats" turned out to be an area close to the sea, often flooded at high tide, but not at this time of the year it seemed. This is where Morag was going to direct me. 

"Right, now that you are both together, there is just one more thing I have to ask. Derek, you have never addressed me in any way, and I would hate for you to have to call me 'Mrs. Something-or-other', so why not use my real name – Zena. I know Morag would not mind, and neither would John. And Morag – your dad and I are going out tonight, too, and I do not know whether or not we shall be back before you. It is one of our anniversaries, and you know we have a few of those, but this one is the anniversary of the day we got engaged to be married, so it is a slightly special one. We have booked a table at Gino's for the four of us, but afterwards we are going for a drive just as we used to do, and I know that you and Derek will be driving off somewhere, too. That is, unless you want to use the house whilst we are out, in which case you can bring Derek back here after the meal, and go round the 'flats' now. Which do you think is the better plan? "

Stealing a quizzical look at me, and reading my expression, she turned to her mother and said, "Would you mind if we came back home again afterwards? We could watch a film or something on TV, but in any case it would make a change from sitting and talking in the car, and would probably be a little more comfortable."

"Right, then, "said her mother. "I'll tell John that we can drive for a while like he did the night he proposed and I accepted. A little before you time, Morag, I think!" and she laughed at her little joke.

But then she continued, "And there is one big favour I would like to ask, dear, if I may. You may think it just an old woman's fancy, or that you might think your mother is trying to be mutton dressed as lamb, but as it is this special occasion, and just to revive an old memory, may I borrow one of your short skirts? It would thrill your father once he found out, although I would wear a coat until we actually sat down in the restaurant so that he would not know. On that particular night I did wear a short skirt, although it would appear long compared to what the lengths of skirts are today. And I shall also use the same underwear that I used on that night (and here she shot me a knowing glance) as I have still kept it."

I knew what she meant – she was going to be knickerless, just as she had been on the night that John had proposed to her!

I returned her glance quickly as Morag, grinning like a Cheshire cat, turned to go for the skirt, and received a very broad wink from Zena.

In the few seconds that Morag was out of the room, though, she managed to say to me that John would be absolutely over the moon with her mode of dress, and even more so when she would be able to demonstrate her lack of underwear! 

"And I shall make sure that we give you plenty of warning when we arrive home, Derek. I presume you will be either in the lounge or Morag's bedroom, so we will slam the front door, and stay in the hall for a short time in case you both have to make yourselves respectable. After all, Morag does not know that John and I know all about your relationship."

Just them Morag returned with the skirt, and as Zena held it in front of her I could see that it would be more than just immodest – it would be almost indecent! But, then, that was going to be the idea, was it not? And there would scarcely be time for anyone else to notice when John helped her off with her coat once at the table in the restaurant. And if anyone else did notice, what did it matter?

Even Morag grinned at her mother as she tried to imagine how she would look, and once again Zena looked at me with another broad wink, unnoticed by Morag who was still staring amused with the image forming in her mind.

"Anyway, you two," said Zena, "it is time you were on your way. Meet us outside the restaurant and we can all go in together. That way you will be able to see your father's face when he takes my coat!" she laughed.

A few minutes later we were driving towards the 'flats', and Morag was telling me about the wild life which abounded there.

The whole area seemed deserted, but, as Morag said, it was liable to flooding at certain times of the year, but when it was not so then many couples came out here after dark, and it was too early for them yet.

We stopped, as had been the intention from the beginning, but beyond a quick fondle of her bra-less breasts and a quick fingering of her uncovered pussy, we simply kissed, with both of us visualising what would be happening after the meal when we returned to her house and in the absence of her parents.

Eventually, though, it was time to meet her parents in the car park of the restaurant, and we duly drove there to find her father's car already there. As soon as we arrived, though, her mother and father got out of their car, Zena saying that we had timed it perfectly, as they had only just arrived themselves.

We all filed into the restaurant, and the Head Waiter, who seemed to recognise John and Zena, and actually addressed them by name, led us to our table. I was pleased, too, when I saw that we were in a corner booth, and realised that all the tables were similarly secluded, so that no-one was overlooked by another table.

Morag turned her back to me as I took off her coat and handed it to the waiter, and watched with great interest as John began to do the same for Zena. At first he did not seem to notice, but as the waiter carried the coats away he seemed to see for the first time how short Zena's skirt really was! At first he seemed stunned, but quickly regaining his composure he gave a broad grin, stepped back to admire her long shapely legs as she brazenly posed for him, then oblivious to both Morag and myself he took her in his arms and kissed her!

He then seemed to have forgotten Morag's and my presence momentarily as he broke away and said to her, "My darling! If only you had been wearing that on the night of our engagement!" Then, dropping his voice so as not to be overheard by any other diners he boldly asked, "Dare I presume you are not wearing knickers, like that night so long ago?"

Zena smiled wickedly, as she said enigmatically, "That is for me to know and for you to find out," and then she nodded towards the two of us, and John suddenly came down to earth, now embarrassed as he realised that we had been able to overhear him.

Quickly, though, he recovered his composure as he laughed, although still a little self-conscious, and said, "Well, we are all adults here, I suppose. And stop looking so disgusted, daughter Morag!" he said, almost doubling with laughter.

Why he said that I think was an attempt at humour to disguise his discomfort, for Morag was looking anything but disgusted. In fact, she was revelling in it!

"We'd better sit down, I think," said John, pulling out the chair for Zena as I did the same for Morag.

He then looked straight at Zena, and then directly at Morag as he said to her, "I shouldn't ask, but do I assume that you are similarly dressed for Derek? Don't answer – I don't want to know. At least, that way I can still pretend that you are still my virgin daughter. I just hope that Derek appreciates you as much as I do your mother. Now, let's order and forget what I have just said until after the meal shall we?" 

He then called for the waiter and ordered champagne as we all perused the menu. The meal, as I remember, was extremely enjoyable, and conversation was quite normal once again, with John and Zena in turn telling stories about places where they had been before they married and afterwards.

At the end of the meal, though, John came back to earth. He seemed to share Zena's concern about my behaviour with Morag, and asked me quite bluntly if I was using protection. "I know she may appear innocent to many, especially her colleagues at school," he told me, "but if she is anything like her mother she is faster than sound. All I ask, though, is that you take care of her, and to make sure that she will make a good wife for someone some day."

He then reiterated what Zena had previously said. "Now, when we come home we will make enough noise and give you both time to appear decent before we come into the lounge. OK?"

"Thanks!" was my reply. And Morag now spoke. "Dad, I've seen you now in a new light. And Mother, too. But don't worry – Derek loves me too much to ever wish to do anything wrong. And we are always careful. Now, you two go out and really enjoy yourselves, and I can really say to you both – 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do'!"

We all laughed, and Morag and I watched as Zena climbed into the passenger seat, one hand decorously trying to hold her skirt in place as she did so. Then suddenly the situation hit her. "What is the matter with me?" she chuckled. "Since when did I become so prudish, especially when the only spectators are fully aware of my state of dress and know full well what we will shortly be up to? And if I accidentally show anything it will not be anything that Morag hasn't seen before, even on the day she was born. And if Derek happens to see anything I'm sure that Morag can take his mind off it!"

And with that she stopped struggling with the shortness of the skirt and let it ride up as she manoeuvred herself onto the seat. 

Naturally my eyes were glued to where the skirt was riding up, and I was finally rewarded by just the merest glimpse of her pussy lips, closely trimmed like Morag's but not shaven, before she virtuously put the skirt back into place.

Only then did she close the car door, opening the window sufficiently to wish us both a pleasant evening, then turning to John told him to go to their usual place.

Morag then turned to me, and said, "Do you know, I have never thought of them that way before. I suppose one doesn't think of one's parents in that way, does one?" She then gave me one of the most passionate kisses we had ever shared, right there in the car park, then told me that she could not wait to get home for once! 

And for once I drove her straight home!

The rest of the evening was one long orgy, as we fondled and fucked, kissed and repeatedly made love, until well after midnight we heard the front door close with a bang. Then there were obviously deliberate noises as Zena and John tried to make us aware of their homecoming so as to be able to make sure that we were in a decent state of dress, even though the room must have reeked of sex.

When they finally came in, though, John carrying a bottle of champagne, and Zena with four glasses, it was obvious that they, too, had been just as active as we had been, as John's face was smudged with Zena's lipstick, her own lips smudged even more, and from the way she was walking she must have used up an awful amount of energy. As John filled the glasses, Zena almost collapsed onto an easy chair, indifferent to the way her skirt rode up once more as she flopped back. However it did not ride up as high as it had done in the car, and I suspected that the episode then had been more than a little contrived to deliberately expose herself a little.

After that night, though, all our attitudes changed somewhat. Zena and John were now both aware that I was fucking their daughter, and Zena certainly seemed quite unconcerned that I was doing so. In fact, once or twice she told me of remote areas where she and John had regularly used, and how to find them. Once or twice we found that these areas no longer existed, but more often they were ideally situated. 

But though I often tried to look I never seemed to be able to see above the knee of whatever dress she was wearing. Until one day, that is.

I had called for Morag as usual one evening, and found that she was not at home. Her boy-friend, of whom I had up until then heard very little, had asked her to his house to meet his parents, and to stay overnight. She had naturally been overjoyed with this, and had gone there still in her teaching attire, so as not to appear too forward when meeting them, and also so as to be correctly dressed for work tomorrow.

Zena was quite apologetic about the whole thing, but explained that this was the boy that Morag was hoping to marry one day, and that she and John wholly approved.

"I had better cancel the table, then, I began," but Zena interrupted. 

"Don't do that," she said, "until you hear the rest of what I am about to say. John is working away from home this week, and so I am on my own. Would you mind awfully if I substituted for Morag?"

I was not so sure how to reply, although I know that I wanted to say how delighted I would be. So, instead, I said, "Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, you are Morag's mother."

"Look, love," she replied. "Let's be honest with each other. You are nearer my age than Morag's. I am forty-five, and you are around forty. Correct?"

"Correct," I answered, as she continued, "So where do you think Morag got her sexual drive from? I'll tell you – she inherited it! And in anticipation of your calling tonight I have actually made preparations. I have been out and bought a new dress, for one thing. It's even shorter than the ones Morag wears, and has a plunge down to the waist in front, with very little behind, at least down to the waist, so I cannot wear a bra with it. That is just one of the preparations I have already made."

I could see that she was more or less all set for a night out with me, and after her display when we all went for a meal together I knew that she was probably asking for the same treatment I usually reserved for Morag. So I felt more certain now and was able to reply in a similar vein to hers.

So, I boldly asked, "What other preparations, then?" and received the answer, "That is for me to know and you to find out!" The same answer she had given John when he enquired about her lack of knickers in the restaurant. 'Ah, well, then be patient', I said to myself.

"That is," she said, "apart from telling you that I have booked the same table provisionally as the time we all dined out together. And the waiter there is very discreet, as we know from old. John and I know him quite well, but even so he would never dream of even mentioning our being there to John unless I expressly told him that he could. And I shall never do that. After all, for all I know to the contrary, John, too, may have entertained someone else there and would not wish me to find out. So we trust Francois implicitly."

"Well, then, if you are so organized, then I must say that I am delighted," I told her. "You know, I have always had a certain feeling towards you, especially after the time when I discovered that you knew all about my true relationship with Morag. So, dare I ask if you will be wearing that dress?"

"Why else do you think I bought it?" she laughed. "But what you should have asked me was, 'Do you intend wearing it without knickers?' Then you should have waited for my answer."

"Which is?" I asked with a huge grin on my face, knowing full well her entire intentions.

She laughed back at me. "Wait until the waiter takes my coat," she said, "and I'll let you know then! Anyway, I want to go and change, so make yourself at home while I go. And let there be no peeking through the bedroom door. At least, not this time, anyway."

With that she went out, and it was a good fifteen minutes before she reappeared, but this time wearing a full-length silk coat, even though it was quite warm.

"You'll see why I have to wear this coat when we go out after I have taken it off again," she said.

She then leaned forward and gave me a most intimate kiss, finally breaking away to say, "And that is just a taste of things to come! Now, let's get into the car."

Zena was so formal all the way there, both with her talking and with her demurely way of sitting, but I knew that it was just to tease me.

When we arrived she clambered out of the car before I had chance to open her door, so that again I was not allowed to even steal a glance at her legs as she stood up.

But, once inside, on being approached by Francois, the waiter, she stood facing me as he expertly removed her coat. And now I could see her dress for the first time. Even the waiter hesitated from walking away with her coat as he, too, was captivated by the dress, or rather the lack of it, which was even greater from behind as she had described it, and I was soon to find out.

But from the front – it was breathtaking! The style was obviously an expensive one, but a halter neck developed into two straps which widened across her breasts, then narrowed again to eventually meet her waistband, yet narrow enough not to hide the swellings of both breasts, and covering little more than her nipples.

Below it flared slightly, but was so high above her knees that it barely covered her crutch, reminding me of some I had seen worn by teenagers but which on them had been tighter so as not to ride whilst moving.

Fortunately the booth was hidden from view of others in the restaurant, other than the waiter, who now made a strategic retreat, scarcely able to hide his own surprise on seeing this outfit. But he concealed it well as he smiled at me and then disappeared with her coat.

"Now you can ask that question you have been dying to ask me," she said softly, so as not to be overheard. "Am I wearing knickers? Go on, ask me."

Almost croaking as I tried to hide my own excitement, I said, "All right. Are you wearing knickers?"

The answer I expected did not arrive. Instead she simply put her hands to the lacy hem and raised it slightly.

The sight which met my eyes was out of this world.

She had shaved completely smooth there, and what was more she had even emphasised her lips by touching them up with lipstick!

Still in that pose, she seemed quite composed and unembarrassed as I continued to stare intently at her exposure. "I've never done this for anyone else before," she said. "Shaved, I mean. After all you are not the only man to have seen my pussy apart from John. Like Morag, I was no virgin when I first met John, but I have only ever kept the hair trimmed until today."

Suddenly she dropped the hem again and went to sit down, and I was so amused to see that it was only her serviette which kept her decent once she had done so.




My Affair with Morag



Then she continued her confession by telling me that she had suddenly had the urge to shave herself completely smooth whilst trying the dress on in the shop. "It was quite funny, actually," she laughed. "I had stripped off in the dressing room, but I was still wearing stockings, suspenders, and knickers. I had taken my bra off to try it on, of course, but then the assistant came into the dressing room to check if I was all right and that the dress was the right size. And there was I showing all my suspenders and stocking tops, and through the mirror I could see the gusset of my French knickers peeping out from under the hem as the dress was so short. I had not realised its absolute brevity until them but that now made me all the more determined to buy it. And she was amused, too, and asked me if there was a special reason for buying the dress, or was it for someone else. So I told her that it was for an extra special date! She said that she envied the special date! She also sent her best wishes to you, and wished me a happy evening! So there!"

By now the waiter had served us with our first course, and we passed the time between courses chatting about this and that, but especially about Morag and her boy-friend.

"He knows nothing about you, and never will do," she told me. "But I do know that Morag, in spite of her intense sex-drive, has so far kept him at bay, although she has told me that he has tried. She did say, though, that she had let him fondle her breasts through her top when they were in the cinema! Poor lad! But she will make up for it when they are married. And she will be faithful, just like me."

My eyebrows lifted as she said this last sentence, but she retorted and told me that I was her first date other than John since they had married. Numerous beaux before then, even on the eve of her wedding, she told me, when she did a strip for four of them, and they all had her in turn as they wished her every happiness!

Finally we were on our coffee. As we finished she called the waiter over and asked him to bring her coat, and as he came nearer she whispered to me that she was about to give him a thrill! So, as he approached holding out the coat she stood up to face him, raising her arms in readiness before turning her back to him for him to help her. This caused the hem to ride up slightly, but enough for him to be able to see her state of undress so blatantly presented. He seemed to blush slightly, but quickly regained his composure and became once again Francois, the inscrutable waiter!

Her coat on, I followed Zena to the car. Here, though, throwing all caution to the winds she took off her coat and dropped it onto the back seat before acknowledging my courtesy of holding open the door for her as she climbed in. This time she made a deliberately exaggerated display as she raised each leg in turn to slide it in place, giving me the best view yet as her thighs parted more than was necessary.

I then followed her directions to one of her secluded spots, and one to which I had not been before.

It was actually a farm road into a copse of trees, with a grassy area adjoining the dirt road.

"Have you any kind of ground covering?" she asked me. "John and I usually bring a blanket or similar when we come here."

"I do have a plastic sheet which is for emergencies on the car, for lying on if I have to get underneath," I told her.

"Great!" she exclaimed. "I love being fucked in the open air!" (Yes, she actually used that word – the first time I had ever heard her say anything like that.)

In no time I had laid the plastic sheet on the ground, and she had deftly unclasped the halter neck of her dress so that she was completely bare to the waist in front s well as to the rear, and the briefness of her skirt made the remainder of her dress almost negligible.

She flung her arms round my neck as we slowly sank to the ground on that sheet of plastic, and as we reached a prone position she neatly unzipped my trousers for my cock to spring out.

"Oh. Lovely!" she cried. "Now I see why Morag is so much in love with him! He's gorgeous! Please may I taste him before he goes inside me?" And she had scarcely spoken before her lips were wrapped round my throbbing erection, and I felt her tongue as it nibbled at the tender end.

She continued to rub it, strongly, as well, and this cause me to feel my ejection to be imminent, and as I gasped this out to her she twisted hastily and helped me slide easily into her avid pussy, an action greatly helped by the lack of any hair whatsoever.

"My condoms.........," I started to say, but she hushed me, and said that she was completely safe after an operation some time ago, and that she wanted it bare-back only. "I want to feel your come inside me, fill me up, make me your whore, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

This was enough to send me over the top and I began to spurt, more furiously than I had ever spurted into Morag, but that had always been inside a condom.

Eventually I fell back, feeling spent, and as I slipped out again I watched Zena as her hand went straight for her pussy, as her fingers began to scoop out the come which was dribbling slowly out again. 

I then watched in delight as she transferred her fingers to her mouth, where she licked them eagerly, savouring every drop.

Then, being aware of my watching her pleasure, she grinned as she said, "You will stay all night, won't you? Morag will go straight to school in the morning without coming home, and John is away, so we have the house to ourselves. And my bed!"

I was about to say that I had no sleep attire with me, but then I realised – I would not need any! And to show her my agreement to this invitation I kissed her fully once again, oblivious to the fact that her mouth was still full of my own cum.

"I'm so pleased," she said as we hugged. "It means that I can take you in my mouth again and taste it properly, instead of second hand like it is now."

"Only on condition I get to do the same to you!" I countered.

We lay on that sheet of plastic for quite a while, until I felt that I was able to repeat my earlier actions, as I felt that my energy was sufficiently renewed to do so. But eventually we got back into the car, where Zena made herself look decent (if that was the word) by covering up her breasts again in readiness for driving along the well-lit streets to her home.

But once inside the house she stripped off the dress completely, and led the way to her bedroom stark naked. There I lost no time either in stripping off as well, and she then showed me the bathroom, standing by the side of me as I struggled to pee through a half-erect cock which was making it difficult to do so. I did manage in the end, and she clapped her hands and said, "Well done!", and followed this by sitting on the toilet herself in front of me, spreading her knees to give me a view, and then quietly saying, "Put your finger there, please, while I pee. John used to do that for me before we were married, and I always enjoyed the depravity of it."

The trouble was that my hand became drenched as a result, but Zena, much to my astonishment, promptly pulled it to her mouth and licked it dry!

Neither of us had much sleep that night. We fucked and dropped off, woke up and fucked again, and again. But in the morning she insisted on making breakfast for us both still completely naked, and insisted on going down on me for one last time, although by now I was completely spent, and could not give her even one drop of cum.

I did continue to see Morag for a few months afterwards, but our meetings became less frequent as she wanted to spend more time with her fiancé. She told me, though, that she was allowing him to fondle her properly now, but would not let him go all the way until they were married. And she always wore knickers when out with him, she told me, even though he liked looking at her pussy after he had taken them off. She never wore any when out with me, though, and most times she wore no bra either. I never told her about my affair with her mother, and I'm sure that her mother did not either. But she did have to miss our dates more frequently as she went to stay with her fiancé and his parents from time to time. 

It was often on those occasions, though, that I received a call from Zena on my mobile to tell me that Morag would not be available that evening, but sometimes, too, to tell me that John was also away from home.

And so I was able to continue my affair for some time, albeit with Morag's mother instead of Morag herself. Unfortunately even this affair had to end, for some time after Morag had married, and was no longer available to me, John received promotion within his firm and was now able to work entirely from home without any periods away. But memories are memories, and though I may have forgotten certain aspects or conversations, it was one of the most enjoyable periods of my life.