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By: dsoul



Even now, I can't exactly put my finger on the moment my wife ceased being my married property. Though I do recall the first time I actually began to take notice.

It was sometime around the middle week of December, at my company's end of year dinner party. I was having a chat with Grossman, our company's chief executive – who so happens to be my immediate boss – when out on the centre dance floor I noticed my wife, Alice, cutting a number with some tall handsome hulk of a guy. I was still talking back at my boss, reciting to him what I hope would be our company's gross estimates for the upcoming year, while my eyes were closely taking in the view of my wife's happy face as her dancing partner went on spinning her this and that way. 

When my boss was through talking to me, I went and hovered close to the dance floor, a glass of champagne in my hand, while I watched the two of them cavort. The way the young man held a hand to her back, pulling her to him each time she seemed to drift away from his grasp was kind of intriguing – sexually. Even as I stood there watching them, in my mind's eye I could just as easily picture the two of them making love to each other. But aside from that, the most surprising thing was that it's really been a long while since last time I saw Alice in as happy a mood as she presently was. The past couple of months have been a kind of tug battle with me walking through a mine field, not knowing if whether I was the cause for her apparent unhappiness or not.

Yet here she was, dancing and smiling and laughing. And the way she too had her arms wrapped over the guy's shoulder, it was as if she too didn't want the dancing to end; that she didn't want anything to come between them at that moment. It was a good thing that I sipped my wine and went searching for any available company to be with.

Later that night, another most surprising thing happened, something that hadn't happened in a long while: Alice jumped on top of me and we made love – with our clothes still on. I'd barely gotten myself free from the jacket of my tux when she pushed me on the bed, undid my trouser buckle and flung it across the room before attacking the semi erection I had stuck in my shorts. She sucked my cock with vigour, her head bouncing down hard with rapid succession as she swallowed me whole. I could do nothing except press her head down on my cock, breathing hard and deep at what she was doing to me.

When she was through, she pulled her panties from underneath her skirt and came and straddled me; her hand went to the back of her hair and pulled off the pin that held it, letting everything drop to her shoulder. She went on cursing me, calling me silly names while at the same time bouncing down hard on me.

"Such a tiny cock you have," she muttered at me, moaning at the same time. "Oh yeah ... very tiny cock you have ... Uhhh ... but I love fucking it! Go ahead and fuck me with me with that silly tiny cock you have!"

Words I'd never heard her utter before, let alone believe she would ever say, spewed from her mouth. I can't tell you how exciting it was just hearing her talk like that, like only a wretched slut would. She yelled at me to push up her skirt and smack her ass; I did exactly that. I went on smacking her ass, loving the sound of her voice as she screamed for me to smack her harder and harder, while she went on riding me. I felt myself shoot inside of her, taking both the wind and breath out of my chest, before she too soon reached her climax and slumped down on me. We lay there hugging each other, gasping for breath, for what seemed like a long time before we finally fell asleep.

That night was the beginning of a new chapter for me and my wife. Something indeed had taken over her, but whatever it was, I couldn't say, nor had I ever once suspected such a happening would arise. But to say that I wasn't grateful for the new spirit in her would have been a lie, for truly I was.

It wasn't until the next couple of days that I got the bold mind as to enquire what it was that had brought this new her to the rise. We had just finished making love again – another energetic bout that were it not for the fact that I was in my mid-forties would undoubtedly have sent me into cardiac arrest – when I brought the question to her.

But instead of her answering the question, she threw a round curve and asked matter of factly: "Would it make you feel bad to ever find me in bed with a younger man? And not just any type of man, I mean a black stud with a big swinging dick between his legs. Would that at all make you mad?"

I decided best to proceed with caution. "Is that what's been getting you all fired up lately?"

She turned her face away for a moment, staring out the window at the front of our yard. At first I thought my question had unnerved her and was about enquiring when she turned to face me. 

"You remember Sharice Allson, that friend of mine whom I hooked up with at the gym?"

"Yeah I do. I've played golf with her husband, George, a couple of times. What about her?"

"She's been dating someone – some black stud of a guy. At first that was what I thought she was up to, but then she told me about this group of black guys who belong to some sort of club, and they call themselves the Tongue Patrol gang. She said she found out about them from some erotic magazine ad of sort. Ever heard of them before?"

I shook my head. The least type of magazines that I read was of the business news variety; anything else was plain sightseeing.

"Anyway, she told of how one afternoon she went over to their building and got herself sort of registered and that a few days later, when George was out of town, they came over to her place and gave her some thorough fucking, the type she's never had before." Alice gave a sort of girly giggle at this. "At first I said to her: 'get out of here, Sharice.' But then the day before we went off to that company party of yours, I stopped by her place, thinking that we would head off to the gym together and I wouldn't believe it, one of those guys was giving her the works right there in their living room."

"No way," I said, too surprised at what she was telling me.

"Yes way," she replied. "I too couldn't believe it, but there it was happening before my eyes. I sat on a couch watching them go at it. I just felt myself go randy."

"And Sharice was enjoying all of it?" I so much wanted to hear more.

"Oh yes she was, and the way that guy was fucking her, she was climbing the wall and screaming loud enough to bring the roof down," she laughed, and I too joined her.

"You didn't join in?"

"I almost wanted to ... even now I kind of regret that I didn't. But I sure got off watching them go at it. I tell you, it was crazy. The way the guy picked her up from one couch to another, fucking her like she was some deranged slut. I watched as the guy scooped her up and took her upstairs to their bedroom. She made him lie on the bed like this ..." Alice pushed me to lie back and then she mounted herself over me. "Sharice grabbed the guy's cock – and God, it was some mighty big fucking cock that guy had between his legs – and she rubbed it over her pussy just like this ..." she held my cock and started rubbing the cap over the opening sheath of her pussy, eliciting volts of electricity over me; she too moaned from the response she was getting. "And then she inserted the cock, and then out, like this ..." she let my cock slip into her warmness and then quickly pulled it out, let it in and pulled it out again. She did it a couple more times, making me grow hungry with breathless expectation. "And then finally she it slip all the way in. Aahhh ..." and that was she gently pushed my cock into her recess and began to ride me with a crazed sense of excitement. Her hair flew every which way; aside from our moaning came the sound of the bed slamming against the wall.

Like that we went for another couple of minutes till we both climaxed at the same time. I lay there beside her panting like someone who'd just scaled the world's highest peak.

"You asked if I would be mad to find you in bed with a black guy, wasn't that what you asked?"

She nodded; her head was resting on my shoulder.

I shrugged. "As long as it's something that'll make you happy, then you might as well go ahead and get in touch with one of this Tongue Patrol guys, as you call them. Though on only one condition."

She raised her head to look at me. "What?"

"That unlike George, I get to watch."

She smiled, held my head in her hands and gave me a lengthy kiss. And that was that: from that moment on, I knew that my wife would no longer completely be mine anymore. Though it was best this way – I couldn't stand losing her and never knowing how or what happened. And I knew that no matter how promiscuous she went, when everything was over, it was to my arms she would eventually come to.



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It was another Saturday. I ought to have taken up my clubs and gone golfing, but instead I'd opted to stay at home with Alice, awaiting the arrival of my wife's male escort from the Tongue Patrol® service. We were seated in the living room watching a movie, though neither our minds was on what was taking place in the tube; our eyes kept glancing at our watches. It was a little past eleven – the guy shouldn't be arriving any moment from now.

I reached over and touched my wife's arm; she gave a slight jump before fixing me with a grin.

"Nervous?" I asked.

She nodded. "A little bit – trying to figure how everything might turn out. How about you?"

I gave her a smile. "With you every step of the way."

That seemed to reassure her and she brought my hand to her lips and kissed it. We returned our attention to the movie.

A couple of minutes later there was the sound of our front door bell ringing. We both stood up and approached the door; my prayer was that it wasn't some friend or a neighbour else who'd decided upon this hour to stop by and pay us a visit.

Alice looked through the peephole and then gave me a 'thumbs up'. I undid the lock and got my first sight of our visitor. His name was Vincent, a tall and handsome-looking black man. He was quite affable and charming, the way he introduced himself; quite far from whatever it was I was expecting.

We made some small talk while sipping a beer. Half an hour later, my wife, feeling bored of being left out of our conversation, came and took his arm and practically dragged him up the stairs to our bedroom. I sat there in the living room still sipping my beer, wanting to give them time enough to get started. Another half hour later, I drained my beer and went up the stairs to see how far they'd gone.

I peeked through the doorway. Alice was already into her lingerie costume and Vincent lay naked on the bed, looking every inch as athletic and muscular as your local Michael Jordan; his cock, black and huge, stood half at attention. Alice came to the bed, said something to him which I barely caught, and began stroking his cock. At that point, I stepped into the room, picked out a chair and planted myself on it.

Alice lolled her tongue over each side of his cock as if it were an ice cream. She kissed its cap before opening her mouth wider to suck the rest of him. There was such a mystical beauty the way her mouth went up and down on his cock, coupled with the humming sound that was coming from her throat. And the guy was just so well endowed, even till this day I'm a bit amazed that someone could actually be packing something as big as that between his pants unnoticed. It was so captivating just sitting there watching her, and combined with the fact that it was me she was making love to but someone else made it all the more electrifying that I was barely aware of my hands whipping out my cock and starting to stroke it. 

My wife went on pleasuring the guy's cock like it was something magical; the look on her face was beyond happiness, and she started taunting me with it.

"Hey there, husband of mine. Wouldn't you wish you had a cock as big as this?" she slapped the man's shaft against her lolling tongue while she grinned at me. "I'll bet you'd like nothing more than to see me getting fucked by this cock. I'll bet that's exactly what you're itching to see, right?"

Her words were pumping blood all through my veins with feverish excitement; my hand went on with its stroking.

A while later, Vincent pushed my wife to lie on the bed as he then came and knelt before her open legs and began licking her clit. Alice went on squirming on the bed, her eyes half closed while her hips jerked and twitched under Vincent's head. Her moans started slowly but soon she was reaching for the guy's head, forcing him down on her while she went on shrieking her moans. I've never been that good at giving good head, and it was such a delight to be there watching someone actually give my wife what could only be the best licking she'd had in a long while.

Vincent rose up, came over and gave her his cock to suck on, which she did so willingly, while he went about fingering her pussy. Alice was so wet, I could practically see her cum dripping out between her legs like gushing water.

Vincent turned to me and said: "Time for us to see what your woman's made up." 

He retrieved his cock from her mouth and returned to position himself between her open legs. He made her open her legs even wider as he stroked his shaft a couple of time before leaning forward to insert it into her wet pussy; I moved my chair a little to the side so as to get a good enough view. It's too bad I didn't have a camcorder with which I could have videotaped the whole thing – oh well, if this goes well, as I figured it would, we could always invite him over a second time.

Alice cried out upon feeling his cock penetrate her; she was practically gasping for air. "Ohhh ... God! It's so big!"

She had both arms crossed over her legs, holding them over Vincent's head as slowly he pulled his cock out from her and then dove it back hard and deep inside of her, making her scream out even louder, spitting obscenities while she did. Vincent appeared undeterred by it all, and after a couple more ins and outs, he soon fell into a rhythm and began punishing my wife's pussy.

My licked my lips time after time as excitement built in me, watching him fuck my wife while I went on beating my cock. My wife wrapped her legs around his waist, she smacked his butt, yelling at him to go and fuck her harder, which he gladly obliged. The room was filled with the sound of his thighs smacking against the bottom of her butt as he hammered into her with abandon.

"Ohhh God!" Alice gasped out loud. She turned her head towards my direction; her face a mixture of ecstasy and pain. "Oh my God, honey, he's fucking me ... oh God, he's fucking me so good!"

Vincent held her legs wide apart, jerking his hips in and out of her. I watched as one time his cock slipped out of my wife's pussy and he wasted no time fixing it back inside. A while later, he held her by the waist and pulled her up to meet him. Their lips met in a fierce kiss. She had her legs wrapped around his waist while his hands cradled her butt, and slowly, he rose to his feet, his head a couple of feet from hitting the ceiling fan's blades, and still he went on pounding my wife. He turned her towards me so that I could have a good view of my wife's ass still cradled in his hands while his huge cock went on hammering her. Alice's moans filled the room and it didn't take time before she had her first orgasm. I can't recall the last time I ever made her cum, and yet this sturdy black man had achieved the impossible; at that moment, I so much felt like going out to celebrate.

A while later, he released Alice from his grip and she slumped before his feet, gasping and moaning at the same time. Vincent allowed her some minutes of reprieve. He stood before her, his face and torso covered with sweat, while he stroked his cock. At that moment, I couldn't tell what really came over me, but I found myself eyeing that cock, seeing the way it glistened with my wife's cum, and I pushed myself up from my chair and came and held his cock, stroking it for him. He didn't act troubled by it and he even urged me to go ahead and suck it if I want to. I did actually want to, and that was exactly what I did, tasting the salty liquid of my wife's cum that was all over his shaft. It sure tasted good, I tell you. Very good.

After Alice had recovered, Vincent laid himself on the bed across from her, raised her leg up and returned his cock to the warmth of her pussy. Alice gave a sudden gasp as he pushed his cock all the way to the hilt, burying it as far deep as he could, keeping it there for a couple of seconds which made Alice squirm and cry out more, before he withdrew it. Like that, he continued fucking her, him barely making any sound while my wife went on screaming out her pleasure. After a while, he wrapped his arm around her front and pulled her along as he turned to be on his back. Alice now sat astride him and began bouncing down hard on him; a few minutes later, she had another earth-shattering orgasm. 

It went on like this for a while before Vincent then pulled her off him and began stroking his cock. Alice came forward and so did I. We both began taking turns sucking his cock while he went on stroking it under us. When he knew he was about to burst, we opened our mouths and he made loud grunting sounds as he spewed his semen into our gaping mouths. I too was just about ready to burst and Alice told me to come up on the bed, which I did, and she began sucking it. I ended up releasing my seed into her mouth and watched as she swallowed me completely.

Vincent went into the bathroom to take a shower while I lay there beside my wife, both of us too spent to even move. But surprisingly, Alice soon pulled herself from my arm and went into the bathroom to join him. It wasn't long before I once again began hearing her scream out, heard her voice screaming for Vincent to fuck her, fuck her harder, and was rewarded with the sound of his thighs smacking against hers.

An hour later, after Vincent had long gone, we lay beside each other in bed, recalling every detail of what had happened. I made a mental note to pick up a digital camcorder tomorrow; already we'd made plans of inviting Vincent along with any of his other TP guys to drop by the day after. 

Truly the weekends couldn't get any lovelier than this. 

Truly.

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Just me playing again with a toy. A little bit longer this time. As always, hope you enjoy.

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I lay in our Queensize bed, waiting for you to come home from work. I've left you notes from the kitchen door all the way to our bedroom. The first note says, "Welcome home baby..." go to the fridge...The second note say's "There's a nice cold drink waiting for you...dinner is already in the oven staying warm..." I'm waiting in the bedroom for you...

The third note is on our bedroom door and says "Enter at your own risk...".

I'm laying back comfortable, naked, rubbing my nipples with one hand as I rub my pussy. I have been so horny all day baby, wanting to make love with you. I gently slip a finger inside of my wet slit. My pussy is so wet, I'm thinking of you pounding my pussy hard. I reach into the bedside table and take out our favorite toy, a six and a half inch realistic looking cock. I bring it to my mouth, licking, flicking my tongue all over the head, wishing it were you I was sucking.

God baby, I love to suck cock, love to have your hard cock in my mouth, feeling the hardness, sucking and licking your cock and balls until you cum.

I take the cock a bit deeper, sucking it still fingering my wet slit, when I hear the bedroom door open. I see you walk in, stopping and watching me. "Damn baby...that looks so hot..." you tell me as I take the cock out of my mouth and slowly lick it all over, taking my time.

I continue to lick it, making it wet, then I take it deeper in my mouth, sucking on it. I'm getting so turned on, just knowing you're watching me. I flick my tongue all over the head, just the way I do when I make love to you, taking my time. "You like to watch me suck cock baby???" I ask you innocently. You quickly undress, and join me on our bed, you're cock is getting so hard baby, I can't wait until you're fucking me.

"Suck that cock babygirl..." you say as you rub your cock as you watch me lick it all over, then sucking and licking the realistic balls, taking them in my mouth. "You like that baby...sucking a hard cock???" you ask me as I look at you. "I love your cock baby, sucking you, feeling you fucking me so good..." I tell you as you rub my nipples, teasing them, pinching them. Feels so good when you do that. I take the cock back into my mouth, sucking on it. I close my eyes and continue to suck it, I feel you move around on the bed. I look up and you are down between my legs, spreading my legs apart. "Don't stop baby, you look so fucking hot sucking that cock..." you tell me as you bend down and lick my naked pussy lips. You just love my naked pussy, you gently spread my lips and tease me with your tongue. "Oh fuck..." I cry out when you slip your tongue inside of my slit.

"I love eating your pussy baby, taste so good..." you tell me, looking at me as I suck the cock a bit deeper and faster. 

I take the cock out of my mouth, "I want to suck your cock baby...please???"

"Not yet..." you tell me as you lick and tease my clit, feels so good.

Your tongue feels so good inside of my pussy, I'm getting so wet. "I want you baby..." I tell you.

"You'll have me...I promise..." you say reaching for the toy cock, you take it from me and I watch as you lick it, taking the head into your mouth, sucking on it. 

"Suck that cock baby..." I tell you watching you do this makes me so hot.

"Mmmmm..." you say as you suck it a bit deeper, then licking it all over. I reach down to rub my clit. I watch as you get the toy all wet, you spread my pussy lips and slowly insert the toy inside of me.

"Ohhhh...yes..." I moan as you slowly give it to me, in and out, then you suck my clit. "oh fuck baby..." You start to fuck me faster and harder, feels so good. I have to play with my tits, pinching my nipples. 

You take the cock out slowly, it is dripping with my pussy juice and I watch as you lick it, sucking it clean. "I love the taste of your pussy baby..." you tell me slipping it back inside

of me. "I'm gonna make you cum...I'm gonna make you squirt..." you tell me, fucking me with it. You pound my wet pussy so good, I'm moaning, grabbing onto the headboard of our bed.

"Oh yessss...give it to me baby...fuck me hard!!" I beg you, wanting more.

"Yeah...my baby wants this cock fucking you hard and deep??? Tell me how much you want it..." you tell me. 

It feels so good baby, I can't lay still, I'm trying not to get too loud but can't help myself.

"Beg for it baby...beg for this cock..." you tell me looking at me.

"Give it to me baby...please...fuck me..." I beg, you move around to where I can get to your cock, you're next to me and I reach for your hard cock, wanting to lick and suck you.

"Awww...fuck..." you moan as I take your cock into my mouth. I love sucking you baby, taste so good. I lick and flick my tongue all over the head of your cock as you continue to fuck me with our toy. The better it feel the more I suck you, stroking your balls at the same time. "Oh yeah...suck me baby, show me how much you love my cock..." you tell me.

Oh baby, I am so close to cumming, feels so fucking good. I stop sucking you, but stroking you as you ram that toy deep inside of my pussy. "Ummmmmmmmm...oh fuck baby, I'm so close...so fucking close...gonna squirt...fuck me, fuck me baby..." I moan loudly. "Cum for me baby, I want to watch you squirt...want to watch you cum..." you say as I start to cum, my pussy is throbbing, convulsing.

"Cumming...oh fuck baby...cumming..." I say as I climax over and over again, I can feel myself squirting all over our bed. I can't stay still, grabbing the sheets, oh it feels so good.

"Awww...cum for me babygirl..." I take your cock back into my mouth and suck you deeply, then I stroke your balls. You reach down and finger my soaking wet pussy, feeling the wetness from where I squirted. You lick your fingers tasting my wetness, "ummm...taste so good..." you slip your fingers back in my slit and bring them to my mouth so I can taste myself. I lick your cock and your fingers, tasting both of us.

"Ummmmmmmmmm..." I moan around your cock, sucking you a bit faster. 

You pull away from me and get down between my legs, you bend down and lick my wet slit, teasing my clit. My clit is so sensitive right now, feels so good when you lick me.

"I'm gonna fuck you babygirl..." You tell me, bending over me and putting my ankles on your shoulders. You rub the head of your cock across my still wet slit, teasing me, entering me a bit and pulling out.

"Give it to me baby..." I ask you.

"I'm gonna give it to you...hard and deep..." you say as you slowly slide your cock inside of me.

"Hmmmmmmm...oh yes baby...give to me...fuck me..." I tell you as you pull almost all of the way out of me.

"I will baby...I will..." You bend down and kiss me, then filling my pussy in one thrust.

"Oh yes..." I gasp as you start fucking me a bit faster and harder. " Your cock feels so good inside of me baby, fuck me..." I beg you, you're fucking me in a steady rythem, fast and so deep. 

"Your pussy is so tight around my cock baby...I could fuck you all night..." you say holding me tight. "Awwww...yes...so good...so fucking good...gonna cum in my baby's sweet pussy..."

It's so good...we're moving together, fucking so good...love to feel you inside of me.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...I want to feel you cumming inside of me baby..." I tell you.

"Oh yes...so close babygirl...so fucking close...gonna cum in your pussy..." you tell me, I can feel your cock getting harder, pounding me so good. 

"Awwwwwwww...fuck here it cums baby...oh yeah...take my cum!!" You bury your cock deep inside of me and I can feel you cumming and it makes me cum too, we cum together, holding each other, feels so good. "Give me your cum baby..." I say as I feel my pussy climax again around your cock. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I say loudly, not caring who hears me.

We lay there holding each other and catching our breaths, feeling so good.

"So what's for dinner???" You ask me with a smile.



Playing a Game



They’d been together for 4 years and it took her until tonight to voice one of her biggest fantasies to him. They had been watching a movie together at her house, and when it was over, she turned to look in his eyes. 

“Babe?” she began.

“Yeah” he responded.

“Umm… you remember when I said I have a lot of fantasies, but I didn’t say more than that?”

“Yeah, I figured you’d tell me one of these days” he told her.

“Well, I… I want to be… controlled” she stammered. She could feel her face turning bright red and was glad of the low lighting hiding her expressions.

He turned and looked at her, and she could tell he didn’t really know what she meant.

“I want you to control me, tell me exactly what to do. I want to be your sex slave tonight. It’s always been this huge fantasy for me” she explained.

“Well I… I don’t know what you want exactly, I don’t have any idea how to be a master” he told her. “But” he added, seeing her face fall, “I will try if it means that much to you.”

She grinned and his heart melted. He couldn’t believe that he was agreeing to make her a slave, his slave, even to please her. But he knew this was what she wanted. He could see it in her eyes.

“So, Master” she teased. “What do you wish of me?”

“Ummm” he tried to think about all the porno he had downloaded, tried to remember what had happened in those. “Get down on the floor, on your knees” he told her. Feeling as if he might as well do it properly, he added “Slut”.

“Thank you, babe. I love you” she whispered, kissing him gently. Then she slid from the couch onto the floor in front of him. 

“Now I want you to suck my cock” he told her.

She eagerly unzipped his jeans and tugged them down. He rose from the couch to allow her to pull his pants and boxers all the way down. She noticed that although he didn’t seem to be into her fantasy, his cock was already hardening. She touched the head of his cock with the tip of her finger, slowly tracing around his hole, loving how soft and warm he was.

“I said, suck my cock!” he told her. She was surprised to hear a growl in his deep voice, but it turned her on too. She looked up into his face.

“I am sorry, Master” she apologized. With that she lowered her mouth and pulled his head between her lips. She swirled her tongue around him, savoring his salty taste. 

He reached out and gathered her hair into his fist, holding it away from her face as he watched her begin to suck his cock. She warmed to the task, moving faster and faster, up and down with her tongue moving expertly around him inside her mouth. She knew he loved it when she deep throated him and now she took him as deep as she could, holding him there as her tongue massaged his now rock-hard cock.

He sighed and pushed his hips up to meet her mouth, trying desperately to go even farther down her throat. He began to guide her head on his cock, lifting her by her hair and pushing her back down on himself. He loved the feel of her mouth on his cock, and now it drove him over the edge. She felt it, and tried to pull back, but he held her there as he shot his hot cum down her throat. She swallowed quickly, trying not to miss a drop of it.

When he was spent, he released her hair and she sat back, licking her lips and trying to hide her disappointment. She was upset because generally if he came once, he got too sleepy to go a second time, and her wet pussy was aching to be filled.

He guessed what she was thinking, however, and grinned down at her. “Believe me, baby, this night ain’t over yet”

She looked up at him, and he said, “How many times am I gonna get my girlfriend begging me to use her however I want?” he asked her. 

She thought to herself, plenty of times, but she didn’t want to tell him for fear he would stop for tonight. He gestured for her to join him on the couch, and she did, snuggling into him until he was ready to go again. It seemed like an eternity to her before she heard him say, “I’m ready, baby” 

Joyfully she sank to her knees on the floor again. “What now, Master?” she asked, her voice quivering with anticipation. 

“Now I tease you, slave” he told her. She noticed he was definitely into her game now, and she loved that he was enjoying it too. “Lay on your back, arms over your head” he ordered. She did as he told her, wondering exactly what he was going to do. “Wait, no, I want you to take off your clothes, and then lay down as I said” he amended. She sat up and began to undress. “You better be ready by the time I come back” he told her. He stood and left the room. Finally she was naked and she laid on the floor as he instructed and waited for his return. When he came back, he placed something on the table up past her head, where she couldn’t see it.

“What’s that?” she asked. 

“Hush! I didn’t tell you to speak” he told her harshly, lightly pinching one of her nipples. She twisted in surprise, but it only made her wetter.

He knelt next to her on the floor and ran his hands from her fingertips above her head down her body to her soft mound. She wasn’t shaved; only trimmed, because she had tried shaving once and it had itched like a bastard for a week. He ran his fingers over her nipples, over her mound, and dipped down between her thighs. She moaned and lifted her hips to meet his touch. Quickly he took his hand away. 

“That’s not fair!” she whimpered. 

“This fantasy of yours is not supposed to be fair, is it?” he asked. “If you really want me to, I’ll stop” he added. 

“No! Oh God no!” she cried. “I’m sorry, I’ll let you be in charge.” 

“Master!” he reminded her.

“I’m sorry Master, I’m not a very good slave yet”

“Don’t worry, we’ll fix that soon enough. Practice makes perfect” he told her. “Now don’t move again or say another word until I say so” he ordered.

She lay still as his hands returned to her body. He toyed with her nipples and she smiled, knowing he was a sucker for nice breasts. He rubbed all over her body, finally reaching her clit again with the tip of one finger. He reached with his other hand onto the table where his mystery object was hidden. He brought his hand back and she didn’t see anything in it. But then she felt the shock of cold and knew he held an ice cube in his hand. She guessed he had a full glass of them on the table.

He slid the ice cube over her breasts, around her nipples but not touching them. His other hand continued to play with her clit, and rubbing her slit every so often. Suddenly, in the same instant he ran the ice cube over her nipple, he plunged a finger into her soaked pussy. She gasped, loving the sensations he was creating on her body. He continued this sort of torture until she was gasping for breath and he knew she was close to cumming. 

He withdrew his finger from her pussy and removed the ice from her tit. “What did you think of that?” he asked. 

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Master that was incredible but I want to cum so bad now!”

“What do you want then, slave?” he asked.

“I want you to cum inside me, I want you to make me yours, entirely yours” she told him. 

“Good answer” he told her. “What position do you want?” he asked. 

“It’s up to you, remember, you’re the Master tonight” she reminded him.

“Oh yeah, my bad” he laughed. “Well in that case, I gotta say you on me. I want to see you put yourself on my cock.”

She stood and he stretched out below her between her legs. “Facing you or away?” she questioned. 

“Face me” he told her.

Slowly she lowered herself down to his waiting cock. She gasped as his cock head pushed through the folds of her pussy. That was always the best part for her, the initial feeling of being opened. Quickly he grabbed her hips and pulled her down, sinking his cock into her to the hilt. She cried out with the fullness of him, but he immediately pushed her back up until only the head remained inside her. Then he pulled her back down to him, and she began to move, back and forth, up and down, matching his speed and increasing the intense feelings for them both. She tossed back her head, groaning with the feel of his hard cock inside her. She could feel her orgasm building in her, and just as she could hold it no longer she felt his cock swell inside her pussy, shooting his cum into her as she came with him. She fell forward onto his chest and they lay there together, their heartbeats slowing and their breath easing. Finally she moved off him to lie beside him, her head on his chest.

“Thank you” she whispered. “That was awesome.”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I like that game” he told her softly.

“We’ll play again, I promise” she assured him. 

“Maybe next time you can be Mistress” he commented.

“We’ll see babe” she said. “I love you.”

“I love you too” he said, kissing her again.

And they fell asleep together, both dreaming of the nights to come. 



Playing A Round



As the electric golf cart rumbled along the path away from the eighteenth hole, it's driver was excited and impatient.

"Well, come on, girl! Don't keep me in suspense. How did I do?!"

The teenager sitting directly behind her frowned, trying to tot up the figures scratched onto the score card despite the swaying of the cart and the way she kept getting jostled by a bag of golf clubs.

"Just give me a minute, would you?" answered Daisy Newton grumpily.

Well aware of why her friend was having so much trouble but unable to resist a little good-natured teasing, the young woman sitting next to her inquired sweetly, "Are you running out of fingers? Maybe you should take your shoes off and count toes, as well."

Daisy didn't even bother to look over at her. "Quiet, Cindy."

"It's okay, really. I mean, sure it'll stink, but I'm sure we could hold our breaths until your done," Cindy Haltom continued with a giggle.

"I said, be quiet," she told her, giving her a sideways look and a little smirk. "You don't want me to come over there."

Both of the two younger women in the back seat of this lumbering, oversized golf cart were college girls who had taken jobs here at the Brookhaven Country Club to earn themselves a little spending money. Not only did the club pay more than any fast food place would have, the working conditions were much better and the club members tended to be not only well off, but big tippers. That the two club members who were now sitting in front of them also offered certain very enjoyable extracurricular opportunities was an unexpected and unusual but not unwelcome bonus.

Though Cindy and Daisy had only met each other relatively recently, they had nonetheless become fast friends. That process had been helped considerably by certain events that had occurred the last couple of times they had caddied for these two women, events that made it permissible for them to relate to these two in a much more relaxed way that they ever could with any of the club's other members.

"Hush, the both of you," Cassie Johnston told them, carefully steering the cart and ignoring the chuckles from the woman beside her. She didn't want to stray off the path and have that lunatic groundskeeper feel the need to bark at her again for tearing up the fairways. "What's the matter back there, girl? Weren't you just bragging that you were getting straight A's in that trigonometry class? I wouldn't have thought you would have so much trouble with a little adding."

Daisy heaved a frustrated sigh, looking up at last from the card. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnston, but it's just a little hard to do when I'm bouncing around like this. To tell the truth, I think I'm getting a little car sick."

"Well why didn't you say so, girl?! We can fix that right now."

There was a small stand of trees up in front of them, the path curving around it before continuing on up to the course's club house, so Cassie pulled over to the side and stopped where they would have some shade from the summer sun. "Okay then, let's see how fast you can get those numbers added up now."

Sitting beside her in the golf cart's front seat, Brenda Andrews just shook her head as she watched her best friend eagerly twist sideways in her seat just as soon as they were stopped so that she could watch the younger woman do her figuring. 

Members in good standing at the club and lifelong friends, Cassie and Brenda were now in the twilight of long, happy lives. Retirement was treating them both well and, finding themselves financially comfortable and with copious amounts of leisure time, they were thoroughly enjoying spending that time with their husbands, their children, and their grandchildren. However, they also held a secret that would have scandalized their families, not to mention all of their society friends. It was this secret that had led to their becoming so very friendly with these two young caddies and specifically asking for them whenever they wanted to go golfing.

"You'd better hurry, Daisy," Brenda was telling the teenager "She's getting herself so wound up that I'm starting to worry she's going to have a seizure or something."

"Just one more minute. I'm almost done." In fact it was just under a minute before Daisy finished her work. "Done!"

Cassie practically snatched the score card away from the girl, pointedly ignoring her friend's disapproving frown as she quickly scanned the numbers. Suddenly she was laughing and bouncing in her seat, going so far as to punch a fist into the air and even letting out a whoop.

"So, did you do well, Mrs. Johnston?" Cindy had waited until she'd paused to catch his breath, asking her question in a voice whose innocence was belied by the smile quirking her lips.

"I did it!" Cassie crowed. "I finally did it!"

Brenda was leaning closer to get a look at that score card, trying to figure out what had her so excited. "You did?"

"I did!" Cassie met her halfway by thrusting the card out under her nose for just a moment, then flashing it at each of the girl's behind them in turn. "After a lifetime of playing this stupid game, I've finally managed to come in under par!"

This was obviously a big deal to her and so the other three each took a moment to put aside the playful teasing and offer their sincere congratulations, all of them genuinely happy for her.

"Thank you, thank you. I can't wait to show this to my husband, Jack. He'll probably swallow his dentures when he hears that I pulled this off before he did." She turned back to face forward again, settling into her chair and positively beaming at that wondrous and historic score card. "You know what? I just might even frame this thing!"

"If you're going to do that, dear," Brenda told him with a grin, "I would get it blown up first. That way you won't have to go find your bifocals every time you want to have a look at it."

"Oh, har, har." Cassie ignored both the jibe and the giggling from the backseat, far too delighted with her accomplishment to really be annoyed with all of this teasing. "Your just jealous that you can't do it. What was your score again?" Her hand darted out and grabbed her friend's card before she could get rid of it. "Oh, yes, you ended up with better than twice the par score, didn't you?"

The old woman next to her responded only with a sour look, sticking her tongue out at her.

"Don't get me wrong, it's always great fun to spend a day out here with you two ladies, but if this club didn't pay so well, you wouldn't see me anywhere near a golf course. It just seems like kind of a dumb game to me," Cindy confessed.

Cassie looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. "And how would you know, young lady? Exactly how many golf balls have you ever hit?"

"None at all," the girl readily admitted. "But then I don't really have the time what with beating all the boys off with a stick." She playfully posed herself just a little to emphasize her point as she added, "In case you haven't noticed, I happen to be one fabulous babe."

"You certainly are." Daisy's response was not quite under her breath as she dragged her eyes slowly over her friend in open admiration. 

The older woman ahead of her grunted in agreement, her own eyes on the firm young breasts that were now jutting towards her so conspicuously, but tried to cover it with some obviously fake coughing.

It occurred to Cassie that a little celebration of her marvelous achievement was in order and the thought of having it right here on the golf course, the very scene of this triumph, was just too perfect an idea to let slip by. However lovely she was though, it was not Cindy who would be going to this party with her.

As subtly as she could, she took a look around the parked cart to see where the club house was from here and how far away the other golfers were today. Next, she turned her gaze onto the little clump of trees, judging how large the stand was and if the trees were growing thick enough to keep her celebration out of sight.

The other three in the cart just watched all this and waited, well aware of what was coming and finding Cassie's attempt to be discrete a trifle amusing.

"You know," Cassie announced at length, trying hard to make it sound like a mere afterthought and not at all succeeding, "I seem to recall that the last time I was up here playing with Jack, one of my balls went off into these very trees."

Daisy and Cindy were smiling openly at the blatant lie - choosing not to mention just how far off course this imaginary ball would have to have been to end up clear down here in the trees. It was Brenda who decided to see where her best friend was going with this.

"So?"

"So, as long as we're right here, I thought I'd go and see if I could find it." Before any of the others could react to that statement, she was already pushing herself up and out of the cart, pausing a moment to enjoy a nice stretch.

Cindy couldn't just let it pass without comment though and challenged her with a knowing smirk. "But you've got plenty of golf balls, Mrs. Johnston. Why go hunting through the undergrowth for one you must have lost close to a month ago?"

She scowled at the teen. "Young lady, aren't you the one who's always telling me about conservation and recycling? Seems to me that you'd be glad to know I wasn't littering the landscape with golf balls. Besides, those things don't grow on trees. There's no point in just leaving it out here to go to waste."

She turned away and took a step or two towards the trees, rubbing her chin speculatively. "Daisy, maybe you should come and give me a hand with this. All I know is that the damn ball is in here somewhere, but I don't have the foggiest idea where and young eyes are always the keenest."

Daisy gave the other two a wink and climbed out of the cart. "Sure, Mrs. Johnston." She took a moment to reach into one of the golf bags to retrieve a putter and a small package before moving to Cassie's side. The older woman claimed the golf club from her immediately to use as a walking stick on the uneven ground in there.

Trouble-maker that she was, Cindy couldn't resist. "Do you want me to come help, too?"

It was plain that she didn't. "Um, no, you'd better stay there and keep an eye on Brenda."

The golfer and her caddy slipped between the trees and were soon out of sight. Only then did Cindy and Brenda give in and laugh out loud.

"I can't believe that Mrs. Johnston still goes to all that trouble when she wants to get laid," Cindy said, wiping the tears from her eyes. 

Brenda shrugged, a big smile on her face. "What you must understand, dear, is that we grew up in more modest times. Cassie doesn't like to talk about her sex life and honestly does hope that we don't know that she's dragging Daisy off into those woods to screw her brains out."

Cindy scooted up to the edge of her seat behind the older woman. "Do you want to sneak in there and watch my friend give your's a work out?"

Brenda shook her head, laughing. "I think Cassie would die if she ever found out that she'd fucked in front of an audience."

Cindy chuckled too, gently pulling some of the older woman's hair back to better expose her neck. "I guess we'll just have to have to have our own fun then." Bending in, she planted a feather light kiss on the side of her neck.

A shiver of pleasure coursed through Brenda, a sigh escaping her lips.

* * *

Cassie led the way into the woods and, though she had claimed to be hunting for a lost ball, she didn't spend a whole lot of time studying the ground under her feet or poking around in the undergrowth.

Instead, she was searching out something very specific. 

What she wanted was a nice, open space where they would have some room to move around, but that also had a good screen of trees around it which would shield her and her caddy from view. The club house was not overly far away from here and, knowing that some people occasionally used binoculars to watch the golfers from the big windows, the last thing she wanted was to inadvertantly give someone an eyeful. Likewise, she did not want to be anywhere that could be seen by anyone else who happened to be on the course today or even by the couple they had left behind in the golf cart.

It was not such an easy place to find considering how small this stand of trees was, but she finally found a patch of ground that pleased her.

She dropped her putter and turned then to face the younger woman, a smile tugging at her lips.

Considering that she had brought along that package, there was no question that Daisy knew what they had really come here for and so Cassie didn't have to waste time with subtlety or seduction. Seeing the answering smile the coed wore was the final piece of evidence that told her that Daisy not only knew what they were here for, but was fully prepared to let it happen.

Cassie motioned the young woman forward, taking the package from her when she obeyed and letting it fall carelessly to the ground. 

The last few inches between the two women were quickly closed as Cassie slipped one arm around her caddy's middle and pulled her firmly up against herself, her other hand rising to the back of Daisy's head. The young woman responded by enfolding her in a tight embrace and allowing herself to be kissed tenderly on the lips.

That first kiss was followed by another and then another. Each was deeper than the last, more passionate and more hungry. Soft growls of pleasure were rising from the backs of their throats even before their lips parted so that their tongues could wrestle and dance together. Both were left breathless when the kissing stopped, their eyes dancing.

"Mmmmm," Cassie sighed. "I think one of the best decisions I ever made was letting you seduce me, you horny little slut."

The caddy seemed surprised. "Me? As I recall, this was all your idea, Cassie Johnston."

Cassie laughed, kissing her again. "You may be right, but it was still a good idea."

* * *

"Oh, my, God," the old woman whispered huskily. "Oh, that feels so good."

Reaching around the seat and the woman who was in it, Cindy stroked Brenda's face gently even as she kissed her cheek, nibbled at her neck, and traced the contours of her ear with her tongue. Brenda's eyelids were fluttering and she was moaning softly, both hands griping the body of the golf cart so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

Cindy was breathing hard as she worked and her face was flushed, enjoying this every bit as much as her victim was.

At length, that caressing hand drifted down from Brenda's face and claimed her throat, at one point tenderly stroking it and at another firmly griping it. It was an expression of ownership and control that nobody else in all the world would dare try with this rich and well connected woman and it never failed to make Brenda Andrews weak in the knees, panting for air as she put herself completely at her young lover's mercy.

Cindy continued to work with her lips and her hand, slowly and carefully turned the bonfire of desire within the other woman into a blazing and uncontrollable inferno. She was always amazed by how readily Brenda responded to even a little domination and suspected that she would have made someone a marvelous little love slave if someone had only brought out her submissive side a little earlier.

Leaning forward a little more to look down the woman's front, Cindy found more evidence of Brenda's arousal. Her large nipples were so hard at that point that she wondered how they could possibly not be punching holes straight through her top. The girl smiled, well pleased with the way things were going.

Glancing around quickly to make sure that they were still all alone and that none of the distant golfers seemed to be paying any attention to this stopped cart or the clump of trees, the coed smiled deviously.

With this woman already putty in her hands, it was time to get a lot more intimate.

* * *

Cassie now found herself backed up against a tree with her blouse wide open, the front catch of her bra open. She still had the generously sized breasts that used to wow the guys back when she was in her prime, but these days they sagged quite a bit without the support of her bra. Daisy was undeterred by this however.

It was with quite a bit of relish that the girl was feasting on the other woman's breasts, both hands ceaselessly moving all over those big udders.

Moaning in a deep and husky voice as she enjoyed her young lover's efforts, letting out a little yelp whenever the girl gave the tender flesh a little nip, Cassie cradled Cindy's head in both hands and just let her do whatever she liked. Certainly, she had never yet had cause to complain about anything this talented lady might wish to do with her.

"Oh, Daisy . . ." she panted needily.

That brought the caddy's head up and she met the older woman's eyes with a wide smile. 

Backing off a step or two in order to give herself some room while still remaining close enough to interfere with Cassie's heart rate, Daisy started to strip off the tasteful but unflattering uniform the club demanded that all of it's caddies wear. In no time at all, she had peeled off every last stitch of clothing she was wearing and struck a pose to give the old woman the full effect of her nudity. 

As usual, Cassie was left utterly speechless when she was faced with such a vision. She was not silent though as an urgent, keening whine rose from her.

When Daisy then motioned her forward, Cassie came at a run.

A moment later found the old woman kneeling on the carpet of grass with the girl standing over her, one leg raised and hooked over Cassie's shoulder. With both hands raised to firmly clasp her young lover's taut buttocks - which had the added benefit of helping to support the now precariously balanced girl, Cassie was hungrily devouring the college girl's juicy cunt. Moaning ecstatically as she was eaten alive, Daisy had both hands on the other woman's head and was pushing her face ever more firmly into her boiling depths.

Cassie was a skillful carpet-muncher and they both knew that it would not be long before Daisy was coming with numbing force.

* * *

Cindy no longer had the other woman by the throat.

That hand had drifted farther down and come to rest for a time on Brenda's chest, just above the full swell of her bosom. Cindy's other hand was now on the side of the older woman's face, turning her head so that she could kiss her long and hard full on the mouth, their tongues dueling and wrestling fiercely.

It was only after they considered each other thoroughly kissed that the hand Cindy had on the older woman's chest started to move again. Pulling her head back at long last, Cindy just gazed silently into her eyes as her nimble fingers worked to unbutton Brenda's blouse, pulling it wide open to reveal everything within. Breathing hard, her heart pounding so hard and fast it felt like it might burst right through her rib cage, letting out long and shuddering sighs every time the younger woman's fingertips so much as brushed her skin, Brenda seemed transfixed by what she saw in Cindy's eyes and never once looked away from them.

Never once looking down at what she had just uncovered for fear of breaking that nearly mystical connection their eyes seemed to have formed, Cindy let her hand come to rest again on the other woman's chest. This time it was skin against skin though, flesh against flesh, and the reaction from Cindy was so much stronger.

Unable to catch her breath, the old woman let out a hoarse, gasping moan and trembled under her young lover's practiced touch.

Cindy's hand started to drift downwards, moving slowly and caressingly over the plump breasts that were there. 

The sensations rushing through Brenda were clearly almost more than she could bear and that trembling was becoming more pronounced by the moment. Her mouth was open, her lips formed into an "O" shape, but this time there was no way she could have made any kind of sound at all as all her breath was needed for respiration. 




Playing A Round



Later, in calmer times when nobody was groping her, she would wonder if being with this young girl might be dangerous. The way the girl aroused such incredibly intense feelings in her occasionally made her wonder if Cindy's attentions might one day give her a heart attack or a stroke or something. It was something that she thought about, but it was not enough to scare her away from her young mistress.

With a husband who was much more concerned these days with puttering around in his little work shop than in seeing to his wife's very real needs, these little trysts with Cindy were just about the only sex she was having anymore. 

Besides, if you have to go, why not leave this earth joyously happy and with the biggest smile possible on your face?

Meanwhile, Cindy was starting to notice something as her hand covered more and more of that silky smooth titty flesh. She could feel lots and lots of Brenda to be sure, but she wasn't encountering very much in the way of underwear. She knew for a fact that her lover had worn a bra today, but she was surprised to realize that there wasn't a whole lot to it. 

Unable to resist, she had to look down to see for herself what her lover had worn to the golf course today. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was one of those little shelf bras that gave a girl support, but also left almost the entire boob exposed. Why, she could ever see the nipples, which by now looked as hard as diamonds! This was the kind of thing that the girl imagined strippers and prostitutes would wear and she was plainly shocked to find it adorning a dignified member of high society.

Her eyes rose to meet Brenda's again and the older woman looked away shyly, her face a blazing red.

"I knew I was going to see you today," Brenda offered in a hushed voice, sounding like she was hoping for the younger woman's approval. "I wanted to wear something sexy for you. Walking around in front of everyone in something like this . . ." Her voice trailed off for a moment as she finally dared to raise her head and meet the girl's eyes again. "I felt like such a slut."

Cindy held the old woman's gaze for a long moment - an instant when the whole world seemed to stand still for Brenda as she awaited the girl's verdict. 

Then, Brenda suddenly found herself being kissed passionately, their lips crushing together as the girl all but shoved her tongue down her throat. At the same time, the hand on her breast closed around the peak, pinching and tugging and twisting that sensitive nipple good and hard and causing her to gasp as electric jolts coursed through her entire body. She had never felt anything so intense before and her brain was on the verge of overloading as she was handled so very roughly.

At that moment, she was so very glad that she happened to be sitting down right now as Brenda was positive her legs would never have been able to support her.

Drawing her face back again, Cindy spoke in a firm, confident voice that would brook no argument or denial. "Did I ever mention how much I like slutty older women?"

As she was kissed again, Brenda all but swooned in the girl's arms.

* * *

The signs were unmistakable - Daisy was going to have a huge orgasm.

Her breath was coming in short, violent gasps, her eyes were rolling back in her head, her whole body was swaying wildly and would surely have toppled over by now had the woman beneath her not been supporting her, and she was rubbing Cassie's face good and hard into her cunt to liberally coat her with her love.

Cassie literally gloried in the fact that she had the power and the skill to make someone feel so very good. 

She had a great many fond memories of making her husband writhe and wail just like this over the course of their long and happy marriage, but that was apparently all in the past now. It had been ages since anything even slightly romantic had happened in their bedroom and so it was probably not too surprising that she should have ended up in the arms of another.

The problem was that the passing years were taking their toll on him and he had a lot of trouble these days getting his little soldier to stand at attention for her. She had certainly suggested that he might need to seek out some help, but his male ego was far too strong and so he could not admit either to himself or to some specialist that he was having trouble in that area. She had perhaps gone a bit too far in trying to badger him into admitting that their was a problem and so now he tended to shy away from his own wife whenever the mood turned even the slightest bit romantic.

Cassie had such a strong sex drive that she figured that she would have keeled over from frustration by now if Daisy hadn't started picking up the slack every once in a while.

Speaking of which, Cassie now judged her girl to be teetering at the edge of the chasm and so she was more than happy to push her over the brink by sliding one long finger all the way up into her ass. 

Daisy finally lost all control then and succumbed to a massive climax. 

It was very fortunate that she had been having so much trouble catching her breath as the noise she made when she came would otherwise have been heard for miles around. Certainly, the couple waiting for them in the golf cart would have heard it anyway and that would have been very embarrassing to Cassie. It was not that she was under any illusions that they didn't know why she had really dragged Daisy off into these trees, but that also didn't mean they had to be completely obvious about it.

Daisy's legs were like rubber as she climbed off the older woman and so Cassie had to move quickly as she stood back up or she might well have collapsed to the ground. Standing in the middle of that small clearing and cradling this young woman in her arms, she could do little more than wait for her caddy to catch her second wind.

Thanks to the boundless energy of youth, the wait would be a short one, thankfully.

Once Daisy had her feet back under her and was able to stand up all by herself, she turned a rather dazed but happy smile on the older woman. It made her laugh to see this upper crust woman who normally didn't have so much as a hair out of place with her face so thoroughly splattered with her juices and Cassie laughed along with her.

"I'm really going to have to work to get you cleaned up before anybody sees you."

Cassie was sure the young woman would do a good job at making her look presentable, but that was for later. There were other matters they urgently needed to take care of right now. To make sure that point was well understood, she gave her a snug squeeze and pressed a loving kiss to Daisy's lips.

"It's my turn."

Daisy's smile got even bigger. "I think you're right. Am I right in assuming that you want the usual?"

"That's right."

Pulling free of the other woman's embrace at long last, the girl hurried away to where they had dropped that little package they had brought along from the golf cart. Giving her lover a wicked little smirk, she opened it up and reached inside, pulling out a long, thick strap-on dildo that was ribbed for her pleasure.

Cassie had certainly seen this sex toy before, but it always gave her a huge thrill when she saw it in the hands of this girl because she knew full well that the girl knew what to do with it.

"You'd better brace yourself, baby, 'cause here I come, ready or not," Daisy purred, her voice positively smokey as she put on that big tool.

Cassie moaned deeply, her whole body shaking as fingers made clumsy with passion hurried to get off the rest of her clothes.

* * *

Back in the golf cart, still perched in her seat and still tangled up in the girl who was perched on the edge of the seat behind her, Brenda barely knew which way was up anymore.

The whole world had contracted for her so that nothing else seemed to exist but that little electric vehicle and the couple who were aboard it. Anyone at all, including her husband, could have been standing right next to them but it was doubtful that the old woman would have noticed. 

Instead, the only thing on her mind right now was how deeply and passionately she was being kissed and how wonderful it felt to have her breasts groped by her precious lover.

She would have been more than happy to stay right there forever.

The girl behind her was not going to be content to leave things as they stood, though. Breaking off the endless kisses again and taking another precautionary look around to make sure all was well, Cindy then turned her attention to the other delights the older woman had in store for her.

To the accompaniment of a frustrated moan of disappointment from the old woman, the teen's hand abandoned the heaving bosom it had been so enthusiastically working over. Cindy's hand moved farther and farther down until it reached the top of the other woman's slacks. As she realized just where the young woman was going, Brenda's annoyance vanished in an instant and she cried out in ecstatic delight.

Opening the front of the other woman's jeans, Cindy slid her hand right down inside them and her panties, too. 

As she opened her legs wide to surrender her swampy cunt to the girl's ministrations, Brenda's own hands were by now griping the body of the golf cart so hard that the young woman would have sworn that she could hear the distinctive sound of bending metal. The girl loved that the older woman was so eager to give herself up to her, loved that she was responding so powerfully to every last thing she did to her.

Cindy ran her thumb over the large, vibrating bump that was the married woman's clitoris while at the same time driving two fingers over and over again deep into her juicy, burning center. She played her lover's body like a virtuoso musician, knowing just what needed to be done to deliver the best performance possible, and Brenda promptly lost her mind as a result.

With one arm wrapped snugly around Brenda's shoulders, cradling her comfortably during the onslaught, Cindy used her fingers to fuck her lover relentlessly through a blistering orgasm. The teen did not stop there though and just kept right on going, determined to give her another.

And perhaps more.

* * *

Stripped of the last vestiges of her clothing to reveal the mature, overweight woman that had been lurking within, Cassie was once more on her knees in front of her teenaged lover.

Standing over her and wearing nothing but a skillfully crafted fake dick supported in a leather harness, the girl had one hand perched on her hip and the other griping the dildo's thick shaft. The cocky smirk on her lips said that she knew full well just how imposing and beautiful she must have appeared to the society lady beneath her.

With her stylish and expensive clothing all gone, Cassie found herself completely stripped of all of the pretensions of power and superiority that wealth can bring. Looking up at the middle-class young woman standing over her with wide eyes and an open mouth, Cassie did not even try to conceal the outright awe she held her in at times like this.

Reaching out to grab herself a big fistful of Cassie's hair, Daisy brought the bulbous tip of her fake cock right to the old woman's lips. Trembling with anticipation and lust, Cassie eagerly open her mouth to admit it.

Daisy pushed her hips forward to insert the head of her long, fat dildo, watching intently as the old woman licked and sucked and worshiped at it as if it were real. Had she been a man, she was sure that Cassie's ministrations would have swiftly driven her to her knees in ecstacy. 

Her eyes rising to meet and hold her caddy's, her hands stroking and fondling the dildo, Cassie worked the sex toy over with all the skill of a prostitute as she lavished her love on it. 

Daisy just held onto the other woman's head with both hands, meanwhile, waiting until they were both sure that the strap-on was as slippery and slimy as possible with the society dame's saliva.

Drawing her cock back out of the woman's mouth then, Daisy gave her a wicked grin.

"Assume the position."

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Brenda had taken the time to fix her pants so that they wouldn't drop and trip her up as she awkwardly climbed out of the golf cart, but she was perfectly content to let her top continue to hang wide open. Leaning heavily against the side of the vehicle as her legs were more than a little unsteady after everything that had been done to her today, she turned to move back to her young mistress.

Cindy permitted a smile as she watched the older woman stumble along, but also kept a close eye on her in case she lost her balance and fell.

The girl got her slacks unfastened quickly and pushed them all the way down around her ankles, swiveling her knees wide apart to expose her crotch. Cindy hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them aside, completely revealing her hot, wet twat to her lover's very interested eyes. There were not words enough to describe just how much it pleased her to see Brenda's eyes light up at the sight of her most intimate area.

Leaning against the side of the cart, Brenda reached up to firmly caress one of her young mistresses breasts with one hand while the other ended up on the girl's knee. As that second hand prowled upward along her inner thigh, inexorably closing in on her aroused and dripping cunt, Brenda was delighted to see a shuddering moan go rippling through the girl.

Brenda wanted to take her time, wanted to tease and tantalize this young lady until she was wailing in ecstacy and begging for release, but she was far too desperate to have this sexy little girl right now to play any games.

Since her back would have made it uncomfortable to try to bend over and eat this girl out, the old woman instead started to press her hand deeper and deeper into Cindy's liquid depths. The girl let out a loud groan as her lover's hand slowly but steadily filled up her pussy and now it was she who was griping the cart so tightly that the metal was creaking.

The two women looked nowhere but into each other's eyes as Brenda slowly but surely drove her entire hand into the younger woman right up to her wrist, her other hand still holding on to a firm tit. It was debatable which of them let out the loudest groan once that hand was finally fully seated in that tight little twat.

Brenda found a moment then to wonder what her husband would think if he ever discovered her in a moment like this, whether her grandchildren would even recognize this woman consumed with animal lust for a girl. She wondered which would upset them more - that she was cheating on her husband, or that the person she was having sex with was a member of a lower class. She thanked God regularly that she hadn't let affluence turn her into a pompous snob and wondered where she had gone wrong with her kids.

A whimper of desire from Cindy brought her reflections to an end though, returning her to the present. Her young lover needed her full attention and she needed it now.

Brenda went right to work fist-fucking her mistress. She pumped her arm back and forth, twisted her hand this way and that, varied the angle and speed of her thrusts, and otherwise did everything possible to drive this little girl straight out of her mind. They had been very lucky to have had so much time alone to play in this very public place and she was beginning to worry that their luck would not hold out for much longer, so she made up her mind that she was going to bring Cindy off hard and fast.

In this, she was spectacularly successful.

* * *

Cassie couldn't possibly have been happier than she was at that moment.

While some might say that it was just one more unfortunate stereotype to say that a proctologist should be just as interested in all things anal outside of the office as they were while on the job, a lifetime of being married to one had made her see it as a truism instead. Her husband might not be of much use to her in the bedroom these days, but he had at least succeeded in getting her hooked on butt fucking and she was delighted to have a lover who understood when she needed a fix and could be so enthusiastic about giving it to her.

Bent over somewhat awkwardly with her legs well apart, bracing herself against one of the trees, Cassie was in seventh heaven as that big dildo stretched her sphincter wide open, filling up her tail pipe like her husband could have only dreamed of doing. Her lover was right behind her, holding onto her hips firmly with both hands as she urged that sex toy ever farther into her until it's full length was sheathed.

"Oh, yeah, girl!" she cried, her eyes tightly closed and a few tears leaking out as she endured this exquisite torment. "Take me! Fuck my fat ass!"

Daisy moved only a little, making the fake cock bump and wiggle inside the other woman in a way that stole the older woman's breath away for a moment. To this, she added a sharp and well-timed slap across Cassie's fleshy buttocks, but for the moment she denied her the shafting she so clearly craved.

"Please, baby!" Cassie wailed desperately, perfectly willing to do whatever it took to make this young woman do her. "I need it bad and I need it now! Fuck me now!"

Daisy gave those broad buttocks one more harsh slap and then eagerly went to work. Starting slowly with only the shortest of strokes, she let the speed and force of her thrusts build smoothly until she was slamming it home over and over again in a steady and relentless rhythm. The way Cassie grunted and moaned blissfully was ample evidence of how much she was enjoying this shafting, taking everything the girl could give and pleading for more.

Using every last ounce of will power she possessed and all the tricks she had learned over a long lifetime of fucking, the mature woman held out desperately, wanting to make this experience last just as long as possible. Daisy was always amazed at just how good her lover was at that and it really was quite some time before the old woman finally lost control and was wracked by what must have been a huge orgasm.

Daisy slowed down what she was doing and rode out the climax with her, one hand moving up to claim one of those big, dangling breasts, finally finishing with their bodies molded to each other and the dildo entirely sheathed in the old woman's ass.

* * *

It was quite some time after they first entered the trees that Cassie and Daisy finally staggering back out of them, much the worse for wear.

Though the couple had cleaned themselves up as best they could and gotten their clothes back on, they still bore little resemblance to the couple who had been playing golf on this course earlier. Still, they were confident that they had done enough repairs that no one back at the club would realize that their disarray had been caused by illicit sex. A quick shower in the club house's locker room would surely be enough to get rid of the last few traces of evidence.

It must be said that Cassie looked radiantly happy and was positively glowing. Since she was also walking with such an awkward gait and leaning heavily on the putter she was using as a walking stick, it wasn't surprising that Daisy looked very pleased with herself as she carried her package under one arm.

At the golf cart, they found their friends waiting for them. 

Though they too had their clothing back in order, they also looked every bit as disheveled and wiped out as Cassie and Daisy felt and were wearing beatific smiles, so it was clear to them both that Brenda had not missed out on the chance to spend some quality time with the other girl, either. It was totally beyond her how anybody could enjoy a tryst while having to wonder all the time if someone was going to catch them red-handed.

She allowed her lover to help her back into the cart's driver seat, then waited as the girl quickly and carefully stored away both the putter and the package. The two older women watched with wide smiles as Daisy then remounted the golf cart, settling in next to her fellow caddy.




Playing A Round



Cindy turned her attention to Cassie. "So, did you find that ball?"



Playing Again



Just me and a toy again. Trying something a little different this time.

Thank you for all the wonderful comments and feedback!

As always I hope you enjoy!

~lucky

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Playing Alone



This is my story of how I play and use my toys when alone.

I guess it depends on my cycle and or my mood, sometimes I can't seem to get enough even with a regular boyfriend. It all begins in my mind, I might see a cute guy or think of something from the past. Once my mind takes over I just get more and more horny till I do something about it. Sometimes I get myself so horny from just thinking about it, I know when I get home what's going to happen.

I'll get home run a nice bath, some bubble bath or nice bombs. I get every thing ready as my bath runs, a towel, my toys, some music. I begin to undress for my bath, slowly running my fingers over my soft skin, across my breasts feeling my nipples begin to harden. Taking my time feeling every little touch, making myself even more aroused.

Finally my bath is ready, I slowly hop in laying in the warm sweet water. Letting it consume my body, feeling the warmth I close my eyes listening to my music. My mind wanders thinking of my fantasy's. After a while I begin shaving my legs, working my way up to my sweet soft folds of womanhood. Slowly I hold my sensitive lips as I shave my whole vulva. I feel my sex getting even more aroused as I touch and hold myself as I shave myself bare. I lay back feeling my smooth legs, my smooth pussy. 

Eventually I get from the bath tub looking at my body in the mirror, wondering if I'm ok not too fat not too skinny. I slowly dry myself, then wrapped in a towel I go to my computer. I log on and check my mail, then read a story or two in literotica. Still sitting in my towel I chat with some guys or girls. Making myself more aroused I begin touching myself, I run my fingers over my legs, my breasts feeling my heat building. I feel that flushed hot feeling you get.

Then I move to my bed, I lay back listening to my music, just feeling my arousal. Knowing I'm getting more and more wet the whole time. My pussy feeling more and more wet. My nipples so hard so sensitive I pull them and twist them a little. I take my dildo and suck on it as if it were a cock. My hand teasing my nipples, I lay on my back with my legs up high as I rub the dildo over my clitty. I slowly run my finger along each of my lips gradually moving towards my wet hole. Sometimes I pull my lips or rub them between my fingers eventually I slide one finger slowly inside myself. Feeling how wet I am, imagining it is you. I usually finger myself with one finger then two fingers feeling how slick I am inside, ending with three fingers fucking myself. Then I hold myself open and begin to push the dildo into my hot wet juicy hungry pussy. I feel it slowly enter me opening my vagina stretching me as your cock does. I push it all the way deep inside me as I rub my clitty. As I pump it in and out of my wet sex I feel my juices flowing freely from me running down to my ass. I get my small vibrator and rub it thru my wetness as I begin to slide it into my tight ass. Having both my holes filled like a slut.

I begin to feel my orgasm building deep inside me. I know I'm close to cumming now and pump my pussy harder, stopping only to rub my clitty . The vibrator in my bottom is now on, the dildo is deep in my wet juicy hot cunt. My fingers are rubbing my clitty as I love, then it hits me my first wonderful orgasm. Waves of pleasure wash though my whole body as I lay there quivering shaking in pure pleasure.

As I regain my senses I begin gently caressing my breasts once again, letting my engorged clitoris recover. I feel my arousal growing once again my hands wander back to my vagina. By now my pussy is so wet so hungry I need to be fucked, to be filled with something. I reach for my toys once more rubbing the cock like dildo along my lips, from my ass to my clit. I pull my skin above my clit up so my little pleasure bud peaks out, rubbing the cock against it. Soon I can feel my orgasm as it builds within me, I feel my body begin to shake as I am once more overcome with pleasure. My pussy is my whole body now nothing matters but my sex. Sometimes I think I pass out momentarily as I cum waking a few moments later. My whole body is trembling and shaking as I come back to life.

Sometimes I do this 3 or 4 times depending on my lust my, my needs.

Then I get up and have a shower or have a sleep depending on how much time I have and who's around. 

I hope you liked my story, if you want to know more or get more stories just let me know. I truly love writing them and also reading others.

Emma.  



Playing Around



I looked around, there was no one nearby. All our friends were off exploring.

"Have you ever been fingered?" I asked her daringly. She was my girlfriend now, but I wasn't sure how far she'd gone with other guys before.

She hesitated then nodded yes. I was immediately both jealous and hard.

"Stephan?" I asked. She'd been with him for almost a year before hooking up with me.

"No," she said blandly. I was puzzled. Before Stephan?

"Gee, you must have been young?" I said. Joycie shook her head.

"No, not really."

I gave a confused look. "But you were only seventeen before you got with Stephan, weren't you?"

Joycie went red.

I looked at her with surprise. "Gee...just how old were you when...when someone...when it happened?"

"No, no it's not like that at all!" she blurted out, "Its all been recently."

"Hey? Huh?" I looked over her shoulder to try and read her face. "What about all the time you were with Stephan?"

Joycie looked down, letting her hair fall across her face.

"C'mon, what you talking about?" I persisted.

Joycie sighed deeply. "Stephan doesn't do parties, not really. He can't really drink and he gets all shy if people start, you know, pushing us together and stuff, pushing us into the bushes or into a back room or stuff. He's kinda, well, he's not really comfortable about sex, and he made me nervous about it too. So he usually finds some excuse not to go."

"Okay...so?"

"So, I dunno, I go and everyone's together and I can't be with someone and all I end up doing is drinking more than everyone else."

"And...so what?" I asked. This was not what I expected. 

"Well, usually I get drunk. And usually someone finds me drunk and, you know, takes advantage."

"They what...they...they fuck you?" I was horrified.

"No, of course not! No one would dare!" she said looking back at me now. I couldn't tell if she was unhappy or not. She calmed down a little. "No, they don't fuck me, they just play around."

"Jesus," I said. "Play around? What's that mean?"

"'Playing around' has a definition, its the same for everyone. You can either take a girl's pants off or her top off, but not both. Whichever I take off you can only take off the opposite," Joycie explained.

"Run that past me again? Some guy can take off your top or your pants?"

Joycie nodded.

"As in all off, not just to your bra and panties?" I asked further.

"Yeah, of course all off," Joycie said as if I were some naive kid.

"Ok, but if some guy takes your pants off, he can only take his top off, he can't take off his own pants?"

Joycie nodded again. 

"But if I'm there and I take my pants off, I can only take your top off?"

"Uh-huh."

I was in awe. Why hadn't I seen any parties like this?

"But then what?" I asked, "If some guy takes your pants off and, you know, gets his finger...in you...don't you get in trouble with Stephan? He doesn't get upset?"

"Come on! We're only playing around, it's no big deal. Anyway, people won't tell on you if that's as far as you go. It's just one of those things that happens at parties. But if you fuck someone, then that's really cheating, so people will tell your boyfriend for sure."

"Wow," was all I could say. 

There was silence for a while while we both thought about what she was saying.

"So how many times did you 'play around'?"

Joycie blushed. "A few..."

"A few?" I repeated, picturing my girlfriend with her tits out for a guy. "Which half do they usually choose?"

Joycie giggled at that. "The bottom! Every time!"

"Really? Why?"

"Well, guys know if they can get your pants off that they'll usually get your breasts anyway. Bit hard to say no to a hand up your shirt when the other one is, well, you know, doing this...," she wiggled her finger in the air.

"But don't the guys want you to feel them up? Wouldn't they rather have their pants off than yours?"

Joycie just shrugged. "Never seems so. They always take my pants off."

I looked down at her bikini bottom. I'd be keen to do the same. I had no idea it was so easy to get into her. She must have thought me such a kid, I hadn't tried to do a thing with her. She must think I was another Stephan.

"How many...have...how many guys have done it with you?" I asked sheepishly. My hard-on was embarrassingly obvious.

She went red again. "I dunno. Maybe ten, eleven."

"Eleven?" I whispered. I almost came. Joycie turned to look at my face, at my mind racing.

"Don't worry," she said, reading my thoughts, "most of them are people who don't really know us."

I looked at the side of her face.

"What does that mean?"

"They usually aren't guys from my group or your group. They're mostly just strangers, you know. I don't even know most of them's names," she said by way of explanation. I took a very deep breath. I struggled to keep the cum inside my shaft.

"Mostly strangers?" I asked after a while. 

"Hmmm," she went quiet.

"But some people from our group?"

"Only a few," she mumbled.

"Who?" I asked flat out.

"I can't say. They have girlfriends."

Of course they do, I thought. Just like you had a boyfriend. Just like you...have...a boyfriend, it dawned on me. We'd been together about 5 weeks.

"When was the last time?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, showing no fear or panic.

Joycie looked back at me, then away.

"Don't ask me that," she said. Holy shit. Holy shit! Was she actually saying she'd been with a guy in the time we'd been together? I thought back over these weeks. When had she been out by herself? Holy shit! Her cousin's birthday. And that camping weekend she had. Or the 'slumber-party' at her girlfriends. She'd had lots of chances.

"Shit," I let out quietly. She knew what I was thinking, for sure. But she said nothing. Neither of us did for a long time, we just lay there in the sun, close but not touching. After a long time of thinking of what to do I leaned up and over her. I had carnal intent and she knew what I wanted.

"No," she said calmly.

"Why?" I asked, half expecting the rejection. "No one is out here."

"I don't like it," she said quietly, hiding behind sunglasses now.

"A dozen guys finger you, and you tell me you don't like it? I'm your boyfriend."

Joycie took a deep breath.

"Just cause your my boyfriend doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."

"But any boy a at party can!" I had to be careful not to lose my cool.

"That's different!"

"How? How is that different?"

"I don't usually know them..."

"So? How is that better? How can not knowing you give me a better chance to get into your pants than being your boyfriend? How does that make sense?" I was becoming emotional.

"I don't know. It's just...I have to be drunk for a start. I only like it when guys I don't really know do it. It's not so messy, it's not so awkward, I don't have to worry about what happens later, we just have some fun then go away. It's what happens. Don't ask me to explain it."

I tried to calm down.

"So you won't take your pants off for me?"

Joycie didn't say anything, but it was pretty clear she wasn't going to.

"But you'll keep taking your pants off for guys who get you drunk at parties?"

Again she didn't reply, so I took it she would. Joycie turned into me, kissing me.

"Don't be mad baby," she said through my lips, trying to be empathetic to my frustration. "You're my boyfriend still."

Her sunglasses pushed into my face and her hips against my hard-on. For the first time ever I reached down and touched her ass, pulling it to me. It was just a small thin bikini between my fingers and her bare skin but it was a huge barrier for me. Joycie was gorgeous, her face was gorgeous, her hair was gorgeous, her body...her body was more than simply gorgeous, it was carnal. I could only imagine what it was like for those guys, her pants completely off, laying there taking their fingers.

"I need to know, when was the last time?" 

She kept kissing me for the longest time before answering, "Last Sunday."

It is weird to have a conversation with a girl when you are tonguing, but this conversation was the weirdest I'd had in any circumstances.

"Your cousin's birthday?" I had guessed correctly. She nodded into my mouth.

"Pants off?" 

She nodded again, kissing harder. I squeezed on her ass, my head spinning, my imagination going crazy. She was my girlfriend, she had cheated on me just last weekend but I had to know more.

"You were drunk?"

"Very," she mumbled into my mouth, pushing her hip hard against my boner.

"Where?"

"Cousin's."

"Yeah, but where?"

"Bedroom."

I'd half-hoped it could have been outside, or with people around.

"You got fingered?"

"Uh-huh."

"And breasts?"

"Uh-huh."

"He took your top off, too?"

"Hmmm."

"I thought that...wasn't in the rules."

She ignored my comment. Geez. I was so angry. So jealous. So very hard.

"His pants were on or off?"

She didn't answer.

"Did you touch him?"

She nodded, kissing and grinding at me, as if she was remembering it all.

"Did he cum?"

She nodded.

"Where?"

"You don't wanna know."

"Huh? Why not?" I asked, genuinely worried.

"Cause you might not wanna keep kissing me," she said, kissing me.

"Why?" I was confused.

It took her a while before she said into my lips, "Mouth."

Oh. Bloody Hell. 

"I want it," I whispered as we kissed.

"I know," she said back. She reached her hand between us and squeezed on my hard-on through my swimsuit. I came instantly, completely embarrassed with myself. She grinned and pulled back, lifting the hem of my shorts and her sunglasses to look at the semen covering the inside of my shorts.

"See? We don't need to get undressed," she told me, then rolled back onto her back, leaving me there with no idea of how to clean the mess I was in. 



Playing Around at Paul's Cabin



Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre.



Gusts of rain flattened the field of wild sage, and beyond it, the dark woods leading to the lake hissed and groaned in a very uninviting way. Staring out the cabin window, Mia told us of her urge to run into the dense maze of wood wearing nothing but sandals. I laughed, believing she wouldn't last five minutes in the mountain cold. She took it as a challenge, and I suddenly found myself seated on a pine-post railing, rain beating against the metal porch roof, and my girlfriend leaning naked on the railing next to me, describing how much she loved a good storm. Her bare tits rested in her folded arms and her bent over twenty-three-year-old ass looked round, tight and delicious. I reached out and caressed the top of her bad-ass bubble-butt. Top-fucking-shelf! I still had trouble believing I'd landed such a top-shelf piece of ass.

When we returned to Paul's warm cabin ten minutes later, she glided straight to the fire, breaking stride only to snatch the knitted blanket from the leather sofa back. She wrapped herself inside and flopped down on a buffalo skin rug a few feet from the fireplace screen. My vegetarian girlfriend never set foot on that rug before, but the temptation of the blazing pine logs finally proved stronger than her disgust. Soon Emily took a seat next to her, and together they watched the flames flicker and spit, while Paul and I heated up mulled wine in the cramped kitchen. We took a cupful to the girls and then he broke out a bottle of brandy, pouring a fair amount in two large brandy snifters. 

It wasn't long before the wine hit the girl's and their conversation grew louder, bolder and full of laughter. They must have exchanged stories about every guy they'd ever known, as Mia shifted behind Emily and braided her long brown hair. She'd wrapped the knitted blanket just below her armpits, leaving her shoulders totally exposed and her arms free. The loose knit blanket let her skin peek through the holes, and my eyes kept finding the pink of her nipples. Paul carried a hot ladle across the room, topped off their wine cups, and then sat next to me at the small dining table. He angled himself towards the girls, as did I. 

"I could watch that all night." 

"No shit." 

"So Mia sure does love nature, rain or shine." 

That summer Mia had lead the four of us skinny dipping in the lake, but it had been hot, sunny and a totally summer thing to do, but stripping down at this time of year rang just plain insane. 

When Mia completed Emily's braid, Emily removed her sweater, leaving her in a wife-beater and sweatpants. She has splendid tits, and seeing them braless in a wife-beater, the nipples poking at the fabric and the outside curvature of her boob visible from the side opening, warmed me in a way the brandy couldn't. 

But it was more than her partially exposed boob––something about Emily told me I could have her if I wanted. Something about her thick lipstick, thick eyeliner, and her sparse tattoos, seemed... I don't know... slutty? But then Paul's girls have always struck me that way. He may have displayed a taste for refined luxuries, rolling about in a Mercedes and showing off his pricy wine rack, but he gauged his woman by their performance in the sack, and that's about it. 

Mia turned her back to the fire and loosened the knitted blanket. She clutched it to her bosom but allowed it to fall from her back, leaving her bare skin sparkling in the firelight. Mia may have lived in a way that made minced-meat out of social norms, but she seemed oblivious to the affect it had on people, and never came off slutty. Weirdly enough, however, watching her get friendly with a girl like Emily blurred that distinction for me, and I couldn't keep my mind off fucking her super sleazy like. Maybe that's why Paul preferred the easy chicks––their willingness to do it all set fire to the imagination. 

Mia caught me gawking, her sharp green eyes trapping me like a spotlight. She'd do that often––her eyes would bound wildly about the world and then lock onto me with a sudden razor sharp intensity. And while her cocky smile let me know she could damn well read my mind, her green peepers revealed the pure heat living in the depths of her soul. I literally found myself salivating, like a hot buttered carrot rested on my tongue, and I proceeded to swallow awkwardly. 

Paul sipped his Brandy to hide his own shit eating grin, then whispered, "Dude, you're girlfriend's amazingly hot." 

"Yeah she is. But so's yours, man." 

"Isn't she though?" 

I checked to make absolutely sure Mia wasn't listening, and then turned again to Paul. "Don't say anything to Emily, but I'm getting a ring for Mia in a couple of weeks." 

"Holy shit! Seriously, Devon?" 

I just smiled proudly and nodded my head. 

"Fucking congratulations, man!" He looked back at Mia, naked under the blanket, and snorted a laugh. 

"What? You wouldn't marry that?" 

"No dude, that's not it at all." 

"Then what?" 

"Well I'm just glad you told me before I said anymore." 

"Oh yeah, such as what?" 

He punched my arm instead of answering. 

"This is an excellent Brady, but I'm breaking out the choice Cognac for this." 

He went to the liquor cabinet and brought back a brown bottle littered in calligraphy. 

He then explained how he'd met a French electronics genius who bragged about a family making a Cognac to rival Hennessey's finest, and charged about one-sixth the price. So Paul spent a hundred dollars in long distance calls tracking this family down and then bought six bottles at two hundred a pop, which is nothing compared to the price of supreme quality Cognacs. . 

"It was such a legit operation the bottles arrived on my doorstep in an actual wooden crate. How insane is that? But here it is, and now you can honestly say that you've tasted the best fucking Cognac in the world." 

I took a sip and let it hover in my mouth before swallowing. 

"Liquid silk, right?" 

"Wow!" 

"So alive, yet so tranquil––wakes up the throat, then leaves it cool and happy." 

His dark eyes, which I've heard woman describe as seductive, ignited with devilish excitement. With his next sip he completely lost his customary cool composure and drifted away in an almost heroine like daze. Nobody appreciated life's finest more than Paul. 

"So fuckin' smooth, smooth, smooth." 

He then produced two cigars from his flannel shirt pocket. "Let's go finish it on the porch with these. You know your cigars?" 

"Not really." 

"Well this cigar is about on par with the Cognac, that's all you need to know." 

Outside he passed a clipped and lit cigar as I zipped up my winter coat. The icy drops fell in sheets just beyond the eves and I asked if we might see any snow. Being a databank of worldly wisdom, Paul assured snow wouldn't show for at least another week. 

"I'm back up here with a snowboard on the third, how about it?" 

"I wish. We're pretty booked until the New Year." I took a drag off the cigar and felt myself turn green. I had to take Paul's word it was 'primo', because all cigars tasted like ass to me. Still, I was sipping the world's finest Cognac and smoking an equally fine cigar, and felt very Fortune 500 doing it. As I took another drag I wondered if that was most likely their universal appeal––the awesome taste of power. 

I directed my thumb towards the cabin door. "So back in there, what was so funny about marrying Mia?" 

He dodged the question by asking about our friend Mitch. "You think Mia is going to allow him at the wedding? I mean, when's the last time you've even seen him?" 

"Months! There's no way he's not coming to the wedding, though." 

"Hahaha! That girl holds a grudge worse than I do. Doesn't she get Mitch is just a scatterbrained surfer?" 

"I think so." 

"Doesn't she know all of us passed around a girl at one point or another? And shit, it worked out for her, didn't it? His loss, her gain, right?" 

"Man, I haven't even asked her to marry me yet, I can't worry about all this now. Anyhow, it makes choosing my Best Man a whole lot easier." 

"Well shit, Devin, thanks!" He took a drag off his cigar and exhaled with an I'm-up-to-something smile. "Well now I'm really glad I silenced myself back inside." 

"Come on fucker, out with it!"

"If you really gotta know, I was going to suggest we swap score-cards for the night." He immediately broke into laughter. 

 "Swap score-cards?" 

"Girlfriends!" 

"Ah, got it!" 

"I was just bullshitting, you know." 

"Yeah, I got it." 

"We were both bullshitting about our girls, right?" 

I laughed a cloud of smoke. Every guy Mia met had a crush on her, and hearing Paul repeatedly stress he was only bullshitting lead me to believe he was at least horny for her. 

Mia's a beauty. Her red hair hangs straight for a few inches and then turns into big looping curls that circle her head like the brim of a hat. She almost always hooks them behind her ears or ties them up into a springy ponytail, which I prefer because it showcases her elfish cheekbones and roundish forehead. She also has twinkling green eyes set into very shallow eye sockets, granting her a look I lovingly refer to as "Irish Exotic". At five-seven she isn't really short, but Mia has a long svelte neck, lowering her shoulder line and granting her a more petite body. Thankfully her slender ribcage and narrow tummy help maintain an elegant length to her proportions and make her smaller tits look substantial. They also help launch the gorgeous curves bowing around her hips and ass before they dramatically taper down her long shapely legs. Mia avoids make-up and sexier clothing, going for a natural sunnier look and allowing her God-given beauty to stand on its own. 

But what really stole my heart was her spirited attitude. Her mission in life appeared to be waking mankind from a state of depression, with an arsenal of fun, fearlessness, and a total love of adventure. A few have referred to Mia as an attention whore, but time with her always amounted to one memorable moment after the next, and its a criticism made by bores and fueled with envy. 

Paul, on the contrary, came off as an incredibly tactile guy, a trait typically at odds with Mia's spontaneity. Just that afternoon he'd led us twenty miles on mountain-bikes to a place called The Gorge, and about three miles out, Mia diverted us towards the remains of a burned out house. She searched the aged debris strewn over the old slab foundation, determined to find a lost belonging to reveal the lives of those who lived there. We were free to leave when I discovered an old picture frame in the bushes, which she held like some mystic channeling the past. By then no one seemed too interested in reaching The Gorge, and I could tell Paul was a bit annoyed his day had been derailed. 

I also suspected he despised women he couldn't control, which is why it really surprised me to discover he'd go for Mia. And as Paul and I smoked down our cigars, I felt surging pride knowing that this man, who probably carried more debt than the government in his pursuit of the finest pleasures in life, desired my girlfriend. In fact, he desired her so bad he'd have me fuck his girl in trade. 

I needed to hear more, my buzzed ego demanded it, and I baited him by suggesting he let me have one final night as a free man, and stuff Emily's cannoli full of some sausage. 

He tapped the ashes from his cigar. "You couldn't handle Emily, my friend. She's one hell of a nasty girl." 

"I don't know about that, I think Mia's prepared me for anything." 

"Yeah, I can only imagine she's a pretty wild lay. But if you let me snake her plumbing I'll make an experienced woman out of her. I'll give you back a pretty girlfriend who knows more positions than a Rubik's Cube." 

We split a gut laughing, and kept on 'bullshitting', until suddenly we weren't bullshitting anymore. He suggested we get the girls drunk and really swap, and if I'd been sober I would've flat out said no, but instead I used Mia as my excuse, saying she wouldn't go for it. 

"I have a pretty good idea how Mia's wired." He tapped more ashes over the porch railing. "She'll go along with it just to spite us. She's a feisty one, man, she'd turn it around just to knock us down a peg. Am I right?" 

It amazed me he thought he knew her so well. "That's a stretch, man." 

"Come on," he persisted, "You complained she's always putting herself at the mercy of strangers for the sake of adventure, so put her at the mercy of a friend instead." 

"I said she's too trusting of strangers." 

"How's that any different? Listen, Emily does these exercises called Kegals. Let me tell you, you haven't ever felt anything like a Kegal tightened pussy. It's almost as good as this." He then displayed his glass before his face 

 "Almost?" 

"Hey, this is really good Cognac!" 

The thought of Emily's tight pussy made his proposition very enticing, and after returning inside, Paul saw to it their mugs of mulled wine never went dry. 

Eventually the girls were ready to call it a night and we headed off to bed. Mia had reached her giggly level of drunkenness. She'd agree to almost anything in that state, and as I shut the pine slated door to our bedroom, I searched for a way to broach the subject. Before I could, however, we climbed into bed and immediately began to fool around, and then it seemed impossible. I kissed her gently and let my hands roam up to her tits and my tongue wind down her neck. She has lovely youthful tits, just big enough to feel some heft as I held one, and to swell outwards as I squeezed. Her nipples are tiny, and because of this I tend to treat them delicately. I don't know why, other than they just seem so perfectly perched on top of her boob and I hate disturbing them. I rolled one gently between my lips, sucking no harder than I would hot soup. 

Because she has a voice like Fiona Apple and a presence bigger than a house, I tend to forget her smaller size until I actually touch her, and then it just amazes me a one-twenty-pound creature can drive a six-foot one-eighty guy utterly helpless with desire. 

She began to hum, and so I spread her legs, deciding I'd really give her something to hum about. My mouth found her exposed and wet. My thumb rubbed the little patch of bush above it. She didn't grow much pubic hair to begin with, and waxed those fine hairs into a narrow landing strip. As I tongued her with increasing intensely, her humming progressed into soft moans. The sound she made was so utterly cute and sexy I almost forgot I'd soon need to abandon her. But some 'strange' waited in the other bedroom, and Paul would soon be here between Mia's legs. 

Weirdly enough, I wanted Paul to have her––I wanted him to know what a great fuck she could be. I wanted him to be there at my wedding, envying me for landing such a juicy hot fuck. 

I lifted my mouth from Mia's drenched labia, and asked how badly she wanted it. 

"Very!" she moaned. 

I slipped two fingers inside her and began to frig her little bunny hole. 

As feisty as she was, she let me direct all her wild energy during sex, so I took her hand and replaced mine with hers. She took over pleasuring herself as I kissed her delicate nipples. I couldn't see in the darkness, but the sounds of wet smacking flesh painted a vivid picture of her digging in two-knuckles-deep. 

"Could you ever see yourself fucking Paul?" 

The sound of her wet smacking pussy ceased. "Fucking Paul?" 

"Yeah, Paul." 

In an effort to ease any suspicions I might have, she laughed. "Paul's a little too into himself. That doesn't really do it for me." 

"Yeah, but Mitch was never your type." 

"True, he wasn't." 

She spoke carefully now, trying to piece together where I might be headed with this. It may have been a mistake mentioning Mitch's name, but before growing fed up with chasing down the flighty, flakey, surfer dude, they'd had a hot and heavy couple of weeks dating. 

"So I'm just wondering if you think Paul's looks are anywhere near Mitch's. You know, attractive enough to take to bed?" 

I found her fingers, licked them clean and returned them to her wet pussy. She compliantly resumed business, and the room again filled with sounds of her wet pussy being pleasured. 

"I suppose he's handsome. If I found him in my bed, I probably wouldn't kick him out." 

Her sudden change of heart led me to believe she'd figured out the entirety of our plan, and did exactly what Paul said she'd do––acted into it just to spite me! 

"So if he walked through the door while I was gone..." 

Her fingers quickened and she moaned. "I'd keep him very warm." 

"Good!" 

"And I suppose you plan to keep Emily very warm?" 

 I suddenly found myself having to choose words carefully. "That's the plan. This is one hell of an adventure, babe. It's a real chance to wander into the dark woods, naked and free." 

"Into the woods where a big bad wolf is waiting for me!" 

The sound in the room grew louder, wetter, and faster than before. God she was fucking hot. I muttered that I loved her, and then rushed out the door while I still could. 

I met Paul in the dark living room and we flashed each other our square flat condom packages. He quietly boasted what serious balls we had, and we softly hi-fived before continuing on our separate ways. 

As soon as I stepped inside, Emily spoke, telling me to hurry up and get into bed. The sound of her voice was strange and startling. She slurred her words and her throat crackled seductively. Not knowing what to say, I charged the bed and dove onto the bottom half, then quickly cuddled up next to her and unleashed my hands over her body. I trembled nervously, but once my mouth found a nipple to suck on, my fear transformed into need. I recalled the sight of those beauties earlier, the sides visible from the loose tank top, and now those globes of squishy fun were in my hands as I sucked back and forth between nipples. Unbelievable! 

She seemed as cool as a marble statue about the arrangement, yet her body burned at the touch of my hands. It helped me grow bolder and hornier by the second, and I descended onto her pussy with a hungry mouth. My tongue made its way into her wishing well and instantly became a conduit between more than just flesh. Her pussy exploded with heat and secreted fluid like a sponge in vice grips. I tasted her, much like Paul's pricey Cognac, and that little slurp of her soul would remain in my catalogue of worldly pleasures forever. 

Minutes later we fucked. I could tell she was tired, but I had to come inside her. We spooned as I slowly pushed my cockhead in, and she moaned a guttural, "uh!" Wasting no time, I soon pounded her in that position. My dick wasn't just inside her, it fucked her tight little cooch righteously. I lifted her leg up and placed my hand alongside the action. Using my palm, I tugged the skin away, opening her wider. 

She moaned in her crackly drunken voice as I pumped that stretched open pussy hard for several minutes. Even stretched open, her pussy gripped me as tight as Paul claimed it would, and I concentrated on that fact to help bring myself off. After a crescendo of fuck-me's, she began to quiet down, and I realized she might be passing out, so I hastened my pace and headed towards climax like a dog on a fox hunt. 

It was a short fuck, but it left me remarkably satisfied. I mean, when you're with someone for the first time, there's a tendency to hold back and keep to the basics, since you never quite know what she'll consider obscene, and while technically you might have fucked the girl, you can't really say you've had her––I mean, you've barely backed the car out of the garage and broke first gear, right?. Well I at least got Emily out for a perfect lap, during which time she was well and proper fucked. I'd had her, and felt very great about it in my afterglow. 




Playing Around at Paul's Cabin



She went out fast without so much as a word, and I skedaddled into the living room. Moonlight streamed in from the large front windows and the fireplace glowed with a few persistent embers, radiating just enough light to reveal the room was empty. The rain had ceased, and I heard them from the other bedroom––a haunting wail that chilled my bones. And then I couldn't not hear them, as their activities must've escalated to a point requiring grunts and yelps. 

I sat on the couch and pulled the knitted blanket over me, wondering how long I'd be there. Mia's husky coo grew louder and more frantic

Paul kept quiet, but his presence was revealed by a loud slap cutting through the house and making Mia chirp. More followed, and then two distinct slapping sounds, the second popping off rapidly and producing a meaty thud, and surely do to his hips slamming her ass with brazen authority.

The tempo quickly picked up. Thud, thud, thud, slap! 

I sat listening to them for quite some time, maybe ten minutes, feeling proud, then jealous, and finally horny enough to whip out my dick and masturbate along with Mia's moaning and Pual's ass tenderizing rebuttal. 

Eventually they settled down, and as Paul came through the door, I could see him smiling in the moonlight. 

"Sorry Devon, your girlfriend was apparently very in the mood." 

I laughed, and said he was right about Emily, her puss was fucking-ay-tight. Then he wavered on his previous opinion, and acknowledged Mia's little cooch had to be on par with Emily's. "Man, don't ever let a pussy like that slip away from you. As long as you can put up with her feisty-girl shit, she's gonna serve up her wifely duties spicy-hot." 

He gave me a hand getting up from the couch, and then Paul, who I'd always considered an amazingly particular human being, confided his envy over my choice for a bride. 

When I finally slipped in next to Mia for the night, she stared out the cabin window, where stars pricked pinholes into the smooth ultramarine sky and the forest beneath stood tall and black. 

"Did you two have fun?" 

"Fun enough. I won't bother asking you, because I heard your fun." 

"Ha! Well it was fun, except for the part where he kept trying to stick it somewhere I wasn't ready for." 

I laughed. "Where?" 

"Where do you think? I finally told him he was too big and I didn't do that on first dates. Your friend has a really big dick––just in case you were wondering." 

"Oh, is that so! Well, rumor has it––Emily had some rather large cock tonight herself." 

"Oh, is that so!" 

"You're not jealous, are you?" 

"No, I'm not jealous, but you're telling me you aren't?" 

"No, actually, I'm not." 

"Hmmm!" 

"I see guys check you out all the time, eating up how hot you are, and I feel pretty proud about it. What just happened––I think I sort of feel the same way!" 

"Proud, huh?" 

"That's right!" 

"You're weird!" 

I hit her with my pillow, and then we snuggled up laughing and fell asleep. 

I wasn't sure how I felt about things when I awoke sober in the morning. Peering up at the blue sky through the rippled glass window, buried under a heavy blanket, since Mia had me turn off the heater in the middle of the night to prevent her skin from drying out, I thought back to my late teens and early twenties, when this type of thing was practically common place. 

Paul was something else back then. He, Mitch and I were good looking enough, I suppose, and we were these cool semi-stoners and fulltime surfers. At school we wandered the edges, looking a little rougher than we probably were, but were well known at parties and on the cool patch of sand next to the Santa Monica pier. Paul had mediocre surfing skills, but he was our charmer. He could reason with anyone, college kids, cops, gangsters. He'd get us into parties, out of jail, and he'd charm the pants off a girl like nobody I'd ever met. He had class and was for real, and I haven't met anyone like him since. 

Mitch was a blonde six-one surfer built of lean tan muscle. He spent the day in swim trunks and the night in a Mexican poncho. His energy was endless and love of the beach unreal. Even now he works in scuba gear under docked boats at the Marina, grinding barnacles from their hull. He always got us into trouble, yet did it with a no-bullshit innocence that made it hard to blame the guy. In fact, the girl's typically coerced him into doing the nasty. Diana, this black chick, once pushed him into his van and said she was going to undress him like a doll. Beyond that, however, no chick could seriously pin him down. He'd rant about blowing out of town. He'd throw up his hands when asked what time he could be expected. He was always high. 

I fell somewhere in the middle. I was definitely shy like Mitch, but I was also too sharp to balance out my irresponsibility with innocence and made a lousy boy-toy. Thankfully I had a pretty good smile to fall back on. I also claimed to understand the 'poetry of a woman's mind' like some teenage guru, and young chicks love nothing more than to hear about themselves. 

Paul always invited too many girls to join us at the beach, which is what made it possible for us to mix it up. I had very few serious relationships until I hit my twenties, and the girls frequently rotated between our beach towels. Eventually Paul openly set us up with his recent lays so we could experience something like a blow-job by Nikki Malone's pieced tongue. It would've seemed a dickish thing to do, except that Paul didn't just share women, he wanted us to partake in everything he had, shoes, boards, pants, you name it. His weed was king of all chronic and he passed it around freely at parties. And he cherished these women, they were all special to him, and he lived for reaching new pinnacles of pleasure. Hell, he probably appreciated what they had to offer more than any boyfriend since. So I don't know––it all seemed like young harmless fun at the time. 

After her night with Paul at the cabin, Mia had been officially passed between the three of us, and I had to decide if it still felt as harmless. But as the day progressed, I couldn't keep my eyes off either one of the girls, and I realized everything was fine, I had no regrets, in fact quite the opposite. When I asked Mia, she confirmed she pretty much felt the same, and I jokingly called her weird.





Playing Around at Paul's Cabin







Playing at Nude Beach



The last few days have been great! It's been very sunny, James is off from work and those two mean we can have more of our exhibitionist fun.

On Tuesday, so the 30th of December, we went to an unofficial nude beach. As those that have read our other stories would know, whenever we go on our "adventures" I usually wear as little as possible. This was no different. My outfit consisted of a tiny pink skirt that did not cover my ass fully, no panties (obviously), a brand new buttoned crop top and no bra (even more obvious). The new crop top was a great find. The top had five buttons and with each one I undid, I showed off more and more of my cleavage. It also did wonders at pushing my tits up so I was even more on show. I chose to undo 3 buttons leaving very little to the imagination. If you were tall you could see down my top very clearly and from the sides, you could see my constantly hard, dark nipples poking out.

I stepped out of the car and immediately noticed a car drive away. As I stepped out, my legs spread and I could feel the cool breeze against my bare pussy. The skirt was so short there was no hiding my pussy which was on show. As I said, this skirt did not actually cover my ass fully. The bottom of my cheeks were on display and it stopped about an inch below my pussy. With half my boobs out, my stomach uncovered and this tiny skirt, I looked like a total bimbo and I loved it.

The beach is about a ten minute hike and we passed a lot of hikers/runners. One man even stopped us and asked for directions for a lighthouse. A few passers by stole quick glances at my tits, some didn't bother hiding and just openly stared. It felt great to be on show and have these strangers stare so openly at my tits. 

The hike also has a lot of stairs so as I walked, I felt my skirt move quite a lot. I have no clue who or what I flashed on the way down to the beach. Once we were off the main track James reached over and lifted up my skirt and tucked it up at the waist. Now my ass was completely on show. I walked on enjoying being so exposed but felt the skirt fall back in place. Not wanting to stop my exposure and without any prompting from James, I reached back and lifted it up again and tucked it back at the top. I continued walking enjoying the feeling of the wind on my bare ass and knowing James was probably getting hard looking at my butt move as I navigated the rocky path.

We eventually got to the beach and noticed two naked men down on the beach. We were on a cliff overlooking the beach. James and I never go to the beach but continue to the left along the cliff and know of a great shaded section of the cliff. It overlooks the water and the beach. 

Since it was holiday time we noticed there were at least thirty or so sailboats. There must have been an event or something as we heard a few sirens every so often. Not only were there sailboats but a number of larger boats on the water. 

We were on the cliff overlooking the water but we could quite clearly see these boats which meant, they could quite clearly see us. We made our way to our favourite spot and lay down on our towels. I decided to start off slow and put on my bikini bottoms, took off my skirt but kept my crop top on. 

Once we were lying down I immediately started kissing James. The excitement of passing all those people dressed like a bimbo had got me going. James hands immediately found my ass and wasted no time. His right hand was under my bikini bottom and was squeezing my ass, much to my delight. I moaned softly in his mouth as we continues kissing. 

James's hands became rougher and he was really squeezing my ass. If you've read my other stories, you'd know I love my ass squeezed. I kissed him harder encouraging him to continue groping me. 

I was getting wet and needed more attention but wanted to take my time. James's hand moved from my ass to my back and under my top. Since the top was so tight the buttons popped open and my tits were finally out. I was lying with my back to the beach and James and I noticed a man had moved from the right side of the beach to the left where he had a clear view of us. He had moved quite quickly after we had arrived, no doubt with the hope of seeing me naked. 

The crop top wasn't doing much and I decided to discard it. It was only hampering James's access to my nipples which neither one of us wanted. 

As soon as it was off I pressed my bare tits against his muscular chest and moaned as we kissed passionately. His strong hands dug into my back, my ass and squeezed and groped. 

I moved to his nipples and started licking and sucking them. He gently caressed my hair and soon was pushing my head into his chest as I sucked harder. I reached down to his cock and felt his rock hard cock through his baggy shorts. 

"Mhmmmmm," I thought to myself, I was going to enjoy feasting on his cock!

"Turn around baby, it's my turn now." 

I lay on my back as he kissed me, his strong hands kneading my tits and flicking my nipples. Every flick of my nipples sent shock waves of pleasure through my body. Oh how I needed his touch!

He kissed my neck, I moaned. He kissed my boobs, I moaned. He gently circled my right nipple with his tongue, I moaned louder. He gently sucked and bit my nipples, my right first, then left, then back to right. This went on for a few minutes, with each lick, I was getting hornier and hornier. 

His right hand trailed down my stomach and I instinctively spread my legs. His fingers found my clit, circled it once or twice and then moved away. 

"Nooooo," I moaned. I needed more!

Once again his fingers found my clit, then moved away. He teased me again and again until I was squirming, begging for him to make me cum!

"Oh please don't tease me, I need to cum...please make me cum."

"You'll have to wait for that baby," was his response. 

"Let's go for a walk and show you off babe."

I smiled, he knew exactly how to keep me horny. I stood up, now only in my bikini bottoms. As I said there were quite a few sailboats and other larger boats around. The man from the beach was staring intently and now, there was a man on a paddle boat who had moved quite close to our location and was fishing. He had the boat turned to face us and was staring straight at me. 

I took it all in. I was topless with these two men staring at me and all these boats in the distance. Who knows who had binoculars and who was looking at me. The thought of being watched was turning me on...a lot!

James and I explored the cliff and moved away from the beach. I could feel the warm sun against my body, the cool breeze against my tits. It felt so naughty to feel the breeze against my tits, I mean they're usually covered but I loved the fact they were out. 

"My bottoms are going to get dirty," I informed James.

"Oh really now, we can't have that can we. What shall we do about that?" 

I knew exactly what I needed to do, but I wanted to prolong it a bit more. We continued our walk until we could go no further and decided to head back. 

"Shouldn't you take your bottoms off?" James asked.

My reply was to untie my bottoms and hand them to James. He had a huge grin and I did too. I was now naked with who knows who watching me. 

After a few steps I could feel my juices dripping down my leg.

"Oh no, I'm dripping," I exclaimed. 

"Oh wow, I've read stories where the woman says they get so horny that they're dripping but I never believed it. So it's true, it's actually possible."

James put his hands around me and we kissed. My ass was facing the boats but I didn't care. James's hands were groping me for all to see but I loved it! I wanted the guy on the beach and the guy fishing to see me being groped. 

We made our way back to our towels and lay down. I put on my bikini bottoms just in case as it wasn't actually an official nude beach.

James lay on his back and I leaned against his leg and took out his cock. I could tell he was excited as he was already hard. I took him in my mouth and started sucking slowly. It felt amazing to be sucking him in public. I knew the guy on the beach was watching us but he could only see my back and head bobbing up and down on James's cock. 

I was moaning as I took his cock in my mouth. Oh how I'd been looking forward to this! I wrapped my right hand tight around his cock and as I moved down his shaft with my mouth, I moved my hand and jerked him off at the same time. 

"Ohhhh yeah baby, Oh yes, that feels so good."

I started bobbing harder and faster. His moans fueled my lust for him and I wanted to feel his cock shoot in my mouth.

After a few minutes of sucking him he pushed me off his cock and had me lie down on my stomach. He straddled me and started working on my ass. For all you ladies out there, you need to have your man learn to give a good butt massage. He kneaded and worked my butt. I closed my eyes and every so often moaned softly as his strong hands worked deep into my butt muscles. It was so relaxing but also such a turn on, especially given how much I love having my ass squeezed. 

James then turned me around again and went to work sucking my tits. I couldn't help but moaning as my pussy got wetter. I was soaking and I knew I would have to wash these bikini bottoms. 

James's fingers found my clit and once again we were playing the teasing game. This time however it lasted longer. Just as I thought this was it, he wasn't going to stop, he'd stop and leave me frustrated. 

Eventually even he couldn't wait and he untied my bottoms. I was naked once more with my legs spread. I lay with my head facing the beach and James lay on his side with his face between my legs. We somehow made this work in an effort to not make it too obvious what we were doing. It may have looked like he was lying on my stomach from a distance.

As soon as James kissed my pussy lips I was about to cum. He took his time, kissing me, gently circling my clit and gently sucking it, building up my orgasm. For the next five minutes he expertly and slowly worked on my clit. The pressure of his sucking and licking gradually got harder until finally I exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm. I was on the edge for so long and when I finally went over, I bit my lip to stop from screaming in pleasure. My body convulsed and he continued his onslaught on my clit. Wave after wave of pure pleasure rocked my body. I ground my clit into his face as he continued sucking as my orgasm slowly faded. 

I could finally take no more and pushed him off me. He got up and wiped my juices off his chin and smiled. He kissed me passionately, his right hand roughly squeezing my right boob. Yes! I wanted to feel used, I wanted him to be rough with me.

Now when I cum, I'm in a state where I have very little control over what I do. ALL I want is cock. I took his cock out of his shorts and went to town. I started sucking but my body convulsed again as the after shocks of my orgasm hit me. 

James spanked my ass sending another shock wave of pleasure through my pussy. I convulsed again as I struggled to suck him. 

"Suck that cock baby," he instructed as his left hand groped my ass. I didn't need to be told twice and I started sucking and licking his cock. I made sure it was nice and wet and jerked him off as I kept my mouth over the head of his cock. 

"Oh yeah baby, that's your cock isn't it, it's all for you, just enjoy sucking that cock."

I loved when he encouraged me and I lay down and started taking my time, enjoying having his rock hard cock in my mouth.

"Do you wish you had a cock in your pussy right now babe?"

"Mhmmmm," I responded as I continued sucking his cock.

We'd never swapped and probably never would but the thought of being used turns me on so much. The thought of James and another man or two having their way with me, or as James's fingers me, to have two guys jerking themselves off watching me makes me so wet!

"I bet you'd let another guy fuck you as you suck me wouldn't you babe? If you found him attractive, you wouldn't mind would you my little exhibitionist slut."

"Mhmmmm."

Deep down, I knew I would. For the first time I admitted to him and myself that I really did want more than one cock at the same time. 

"You really are a cock hungry slut aren't you."

"Mhmmmm," I moaned as I took James's cock in my mouth. 

Wow, I was a cock hungry cock. I had never thought I wanted another guy, maybe because all the couples we'd met were older and no one was in shape like James, but if we met young hot couple, I'd seriously entertain the thought of having both him and James at the same time. While James and I are waiting till we're married for sex, I think to have James finger me and jerk off another guy, oh wow, the thought made me wet!

"That's what I was thinking of when you were licking me. I imagined two guys jerking off watching you lick me and then they came closer and I reached out and started jerking them off."

"Fuck that's so hot babe."

James's grabbed my head and pushed me down and I resumed sucking him. Once he was nice and wet I started jerking him off. He loves watching me jerk him off as my perky tits jiggle. He stared, transfixed on my tits as they jiggled as I jerked off his hard cock. 

"Oh yeah baby, I'm going to cum soon."

I immediately took his cock in my mouth and within seconds felt the satisfaction of feeling his cock shoot his hot cum into my mouth. I took it all in and when he was drained, stood up and walked a short distance away and spat his cum out. 

I drank some water and kissed him passionately.

"Thank you babe, that was amazing," I said.

Before we left we made sure to take some pictures via snapchat for one of James's friend. I started off with all my buttons done, then one by one took a button off. Finally I was left with all the buttons undone but I made sure to hold the top so I didnt expose my nipples. Though most of my boobs were out. It's James's best friend and the pictures we've been sending him have been getting progressively more revealing. It's a huge turn on as he always comments on how badly he wants to screenshot the pictures and he always replays the snapchat. 

We headed off soon after that. We reached the car without passing many people. We did pass two guys who asked us about the beach. I had on the same crop top but with 4 buttons undone. I think they were gay as they still wanted to go to the beach even when we told them it was a semi-nude beach. Plus they looked at James and didn't stare at my boobs at all...which was a huge let down. It would have been great to end the adventure off with them staring at my tits.

As usual, please feel free to comment or send us an email if you're a couple or female who's into the same thing we are!



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 01



Jen added a few more numbers to the spreadsheet, then swiveled her chair to look at Randy. "See, it's all fixed."

Randy smiled. "Jen, thanks, you're a life saver." 

Jen smiled at the compliment. As a mid-level account executive, she was happy to help wherever she could, especially when it was for a senior executive like Randy. She swiveled back to face the computer and pointed at the computer screen. "If you need to go back to where you started, just change these two numbers. Do you see how this works?"

Jen spoke on for a few moments before she realized Randy hadn't responded. She glanced behind her. Instead of looking at the screen, Randy's eyes were on her legs. Startled, Jen quickly looked back at the screen. She glanced down at her lap. In swiveling back and forth, her skirt had risen, exposing most of her legs. Her skirt had risen so far, in fact, that about a half inch of her lacy stocking tops could be seen. 

She suddenly felt uncomfortable, being so exposed, and knowing Randy's eyes were on her. Trying to act normally, she continued talking. "And you just have to change these numbers if you want to include other markets," Jen said, trying to keep her rising nervousness out of her voice.

Jen glanced at the photo on her desk, of her husband Michael. Thinking of her husband, and steeling her nerves, she scrolled to another part of the spreadsheet. "Let me show you something else I fixed." As she played with the mouse, Jen casually crossed her legs. She felt the skirt inch further up her legs. She didn't dare look down, knowing that more of her stocking tops were exposed.

Jen continued her tour of the spreadsheet. She felt the executive's eyes on her. Finally, Randy stood up. "Jen, I'm very impressed with your work." He put his hand on Jen's shoulder. "Keep up the good work." Randy's hand lingered on Jen's shoulder. With his thumb he rubbed along her bra strap, over the light material of her blouse. 

Jen blushed, uncomfortable with Randy's hand on her. "Uh, thanks, I will," she managed to say. 

Randy smiled. He squeezed Jen's shoulder, and then turned to leave. Jen couldn't help noticing the tent formed in Randy's pants.

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Michael slowly fucked his wife. He was so excited. He willed himself not to cum too quickly. 

"You're sure he saw your stocking tops?" Michael urgently said in his wife's ear.

"Yeah," Jen moaned, pushing up to meet her husband's thrusts. Michael was fucking her so good. She loved it when he was this excited. He felt so good ... and soooo hard.

"I let my skirt ride up my legs," Jen continued. "He definitely saw my stocking tops. Maybe even the straps of my garter belt.

"Oh god," Michael groaned.  He clenched his eyes shut, painting the picture in his head of his pretty wife revealing her long shapely legs to the senior executive.  "Did he touch you? Rub his hand along your stocking tops? Did he?"

"No, but you wish he had, don't you?" Jen sexily taunted. She took her husband's hand and guided him to her lacy stocking tops. "You wish he'd touched me here, don't you?"

"Yes, yes!" 

Jen felt her husband get even harder. God, he felt so good. She loved it when he was so excited. 

"He rubbed my shoulder," Jen said truthfully. "He ran his fingers along my bra strap."

"He did?" Michael asked excitedly. "He really did? You're telling the truth? God, I'm going to cum." 

"Play with yourself," Michael said urgently, knowing his wife couldn't reach orgasm from intercourse alone. "I want you to cum at the same time."

Jen eagerly snaked her hand between their bodies. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she begged as she rubbed her clit. 

Michael's body tensed. "I'm cumming!" 

"Me too!" Jen wailed, her hand furiously rubbing her clit. 

Michael planted his lips on his wife's as the married couple orgasmed at the same time.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 02



Jen nervously adjusted in her seat. She reached for her martini glass, and had to concentrate to keep from shaking. She took a long sip but the Cosmopolitan didn't help calm her nerves.

"This isn't as easy as Michael thinks," she thought to herself. She felt so exposed. She couldn't remember the last time she had worn a skirt so short. Maybe her high school cheerleading outfit, she thought with chagrin. She crossed her legs and re-adjusted, tugging her skirt down.

She heard her cell ring in her purse. She opened the phone and saw she had a text message. "Stop worrying about your skirt," it said. Jen glanced around the room, trying to spot her husband Michael. While she couldn't see him, she knew he was watching her.

Jen took a long drink of her martini, finishing it. She hesitated, letting the warm rush of vodka seep through her body and calm her. Then, trying to act as normal as possible, she re-crossed her legs, this time pretending not to notice as her skirt inched up her thighs. She glanced around the room again, looking for her husband. Instead of seeing him, she saw a lot of guys looking at her. She quickly looked back at her martini glass, now empty. Butterflies flew through her stomach. She had never felt so on display.

Michael's heart pounded as he watched his wife from the shadows. She looked so good sitting at the bar. His 25 year old blonde wife was hot. She was 5'4" and petite, with smallish breasts, a flat stomach, and a tight ass. Her best feature, besides her Cover Girl pretty face, were her long shapely legs. 

Michael watched as Jen crossed her legs, his heart skipping a beat as her skirt rose just enough to reveal her black lace stocking tops. He stiffened in his pants. 

A well-dressed man approached Jen, and Michael's throat went dry. He quickly finished his beer and ordered another one, never once taking his eyes off his wife.

"Can I buy you another drink?" 

Jen turned at the voice. She saw a handsome, 30-something man. "Uh, yes, thanks."

The man looked at the bartender. "Vodka martini, and ..."

"A Cosmo," Jen said.

"My name is Matt," the man said, smiling and offering his hand.

Jen took his hand. "I'm Jen," she replied.

Jen tried to pull her hand away, but Matt held it. "I'm sorry to be so forward, but I can't help myself. If you don't mind me saying, you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."

Jen blushed from the compliment. "Thank you."

"No, really," Matt said, as he began to caress Jen's hand in his. "You're breathtaking.  You must be a model."

Jen laughed nervously. She couldn't believe how forward this stranger was being. Had the dating scene changed so much? But then, back when she was dating, she had never gone to a bar alone, or dressed in such a revealing outfit.

"Are you a model?"

"No," Jen laughed again. "I work in advertising."

"For what firm?"

"Dickstein Slater."

"Ah, yes, a good firm." 

Matt finally released Jen's hand when the drinks arrived. "To my beautiful new friend," Matt toasted, clinking his glass against Jen's.

"Thank you again," Jen said, feeling more and more uncomfortable. She almost jumped when she felt Matt's hand on her knee.

"You have incredible legs," Matt whispered in Jen's ear, his hot breath giving her a chill.

Jen's instincts were to push Matt's hands away. But she knew her husband was watching. "You ... you probably say that to all the girls you meet in bars."

"I'm wounded – you think I'm a gigolo?" Matt asked, pretending to be hurt. Matt and Jen both laughed, breaking the tension. But Matt didn't pull his hand away. He began to lightly draw circles on Jen's leg with his fingers.

"Umm," Jen started, her heart in her throat. Her instinct was to make Matt stop, but she knew Michael would want her to let Matt play for awhile. Not knowing what else to do, she took a long sip of her Cosmo. 

Matt's grin grew. Taking Jen's inaction as permission, he began moving up her leg, from her knee to her thigh.

"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?" Jen finally managed to say.

"I'm curious, that's all," Matt said with a boyish smile.


"Curious about what?"

"About what this feels like." Matt moved his hand higher until his fingers touched Jen's lace stocking tops. He rubbed his thumb across the soft lace. "This is so sexy."

Jen looked down, seeing Matt's hand on her exposed stocking tops. She had forgotten how high her skirt had edged up her thighs. She covered Matt's hands with hers, stopping his upward movement. She forced a smile. "I think that's far enough, Matt. I've only just met you."

"I'd love to get to know you better," Matt said, undiscouraged.

"Maybe, but not tonight. I think I'd better go." Jen got off the bar stool and tugged her skirt down. "Thank you for the drink." She almost turned to go, but then paused. Hesitantly, she kissed Matt on the cheek. "Maybe I'll see you again," she said, then turned for the door.

Jen's legs were shaky (and her nerves raw) as she hailed a taxi. The trip took 20 minutes, but even after getting home her heart still beat wildly. Five minutes later the door opened and Michael entered. He looked flustered and excited. "God, you were so good tonight!" Michael said as he took his wife into his arms.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 03



"Wake up sleepy-head."

Michael opened his eyes to see the pretty, smiling face of his wife. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up. 

Michael looked at the clock. "Shit, I overslept! I better get going!"

Jen giggled, and said playfully, "Well, maybe if you hadn't ravished me all night, you'd be more awake!"

Michael remembered the night before. How he had watched his wife flirt at a bar, and how he had fucked her all night long. He ran his hand along his wife's leg, over her skirt. "You were so good last night." Michael's hand continued moving up Jen's leg until he felt her garter straps underneath her skirt. "I love it when you wear this."

"You better," Jen said with mock scorn. "They cost a lot more than pantyhose."

"Ugh. You know I hate it when you wear pantyhose."

Jen ruffled her husband's hair. "No duh, Sherlock. That's why I only wear stockings. Just for you, because I love you so much."

Michael grinned. "The guy last night. Matt, right? He liked them too."

Jen suppressed a shudder at the memory of the night before. "Well ... other guys might like it, but I wear them for you. Just remember that, okay?" Jen looked at the clock. "Oops, I'm late! I've got to go!" Jen kissed her husband quickly, and then quickly left for work.

Michael lingered in bed. He looked at his wife's lingerie from the night before, scattered on the floor. He picked up her panties. He remembered how wet Jen had been. He touched the crotch of her panties and felt his wife's dried pussy juices. "Matt really turned her on last night," he thought. 

Michael re-played in his mind the night before. He had been surprised (and delighted) at how far Jen had let Matt go. Letting him caress her so intimately. Letting him run his hand up her leg, even letting him touch her stocking tops. Clearly Matt had gotten to her. The thought of another man arousing his wife made Michael dizzy with excitement. 

He felt himself stiffening. Michael pushed the covers away and grasped his semi-hard cock. He loved playing these games with Jen. It had taken years, but finally she was getting into it, letting herself go. 

He reached down and picked up Jen's stockings. He ran the silky fabric over his chest, and then his face. He reveled in the pungently sweet scent of the stocking feet. Then he wrapped the delicate fabric around his hard penis. He stroked himself, remembering how Matt had so boldly tried to pick up his wife. "He wanted to fuck her. Penetrate her married pussy with his huge cock. Shoot his sperm into her fertile womb." 

His excitement growing, Michael caressed the lacy stocking top with his other hand. "Matt touched this," Michael thought. "He ran his fingers along this lace." With a grunt, Michael spasmed and came on his wife's stocking.

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Jen's mind wandered as she rode the subway to work. Her thoughts were on the night before.

She couldn't believe what she had done, what she had let Matt do. She was happily married, how could she let a stranger feel her up like that?

Because that's what Michael wants, she told herself. Still, she had been scared that Michael would be mad at how far she had let Matt go. But instead of being mad, Michael was just turned on, and their sex had been great.

They had met in college, when she was a senior and he a graduate student. Despite their differences -- she was a popular leggy sorority girl and he was a geeky business major -- they had fallen in love. They married soon after graduation, and recently celebrated their second anniversary.

Michael had always been kinky. It turned him on when other guys paid attention to her. He always encouraged (and cajoled) her to wear revealing clothing, and flirt with other guys.

She didn't mind. Harmless flirting was fun, and didn't hurt anyone. She enjoyed the self-esteem boost whenever guys paid attention to her.

But lately, their games were getting more intense. Michael was pushing the envelope, asking her to go farther and farther. It seemed he could only get excited -- and hard -- when they played their games.

Jen hurried to her office, late for a meeting. She rifled through her bag, finally finding her heels. She tossed off her sneakers, and slipped into her black stilettos. Her long blond hair almost brushed the floor as she bent over to attach the ankle straps of her Jimmy Choos.

"I'll never understand why girls wear different shoes to the office."

The unexpected voice startled Jen. Her voice caught in her throat when she saw a confident and smiling Randy standing in the doorway. "Um, well, it's hard enough wearing these all day long." She extended her shapely leg, showing off her stiletto heels. "Besides, these shoes are too pretty to wear on the subway." Jen stood up and reached across her desk for her notes. "I'm sorry, I'm late for a meeting, can I help you with something?"

Turning, Jen caught Randy staring at her legs. She blushed, wondering if, in stretching for her notes, she had flashed her stocking tops. 

Randy's gaze left her legs, then slowly traveled up her body, over her flat tummy, her breasts, and finally to her face. He didn't apologize or try to hide the fact that he was checking her out, undressing her with his eyes. Jen was unnerved by his unabashed confidence. 

"Um, I'm sorry, can I help you with something?" Jen asked again, willing her voice to be steady.

"Have lunch with me today," Randy finally said.

"Lunch? Uh, I can't. My meeting will probably go into the afternoon."

"Fine. Then tomorrow then. I'll pick you up at 1230." 

It wasn't a question, but a statement. "Um, okay," Jen agreed uncertainly.

++++++++++++++++++

Jen couldn't concentrate at the meeting. She kept thinking about Randy. He was a rising superstar, barely 30 and already a senior executive. He was tall, broad shouldered and ruggedly handsome. All the single girls in the office swooned over him. She knew she was pretty and guys were attracted to her. But he was so accomplished. She felt like a school girl when around him. 

Jen almost jumped when she felt her cell phone vibrate. She read the text message: "Meet me at the Hudson at 8." Jen inwardly sighed. It was only last night that she let guys hit on her at the bar. She hoped that Michael just wanted to have dinner, with no extracurricular activities. But she wasn't sure, especially since he wanted to go to the Hudson, a notorious pick-up bar. Michael was becoming insatiable, and she didn't know if she was up for another night of playing their game. 

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Jen checked her hair and makeup, touching up her lipstick. The meeting ran long and she was late. She grabbed her purse, and hurried to the elevator.

The door opened and Jen was startled to see Randy.

"Late night?" 

"Um, yeah," Jen said nervously, edging into the elevator. 

Jen shyly kept her eyes locked on her toes as the elevator descended. She could feel Randy's eyes on her. She shifted nervously in her heels.

"You don't change your shoes when you go home?" 

"Um, well, I'm meeting my husband for dinner."

"Ah. And what does your husband do?"

"He's an accountant."

"I see. He does people's taxes, like H&R Block?"

"No," Jen said defensively. She felt like Randy was demeaning her husband. "I mean, yes, he does taxes, but not for H&R Block. He works for a firm."

"Which one? EY? PWC?"

"No -- I mean, not a big firm. It's a small firm."

"Where? Here in the city?"

"Um, no. In Jersey." Jen felt her face flush. She felt Randy was mocking Michael. She wished she could defend him better.

"And what does he do there?"

"He ... he does people's taxes," Jen admitted, feeling embarrassed.

The elevator finally reached the lobby. "So, where are you meeting your husband?"

Not thinking, Jen reflexively answered, "The Hudson."

Randy looked surprised. "An interesting choice. That's a singles bar." Then, with a stare that Jen felt was reaching into her soul, he added, "A notorious pick-up bar."

Jen felt caught, like a deer in the headlights. "We, ah, we like the food," she said weakly.

Randy searched Jen's face. Then he abruptly changed the subject. "Here, I'll give you a ride."

"No, no," Jen immediately objected. "I'm fine, I'll get a cab."


"Jen, there's no way you'll get a cab at this time of night," he said firmly. "I'm going that way, it's no trouble."

Randy opened the door to his jet back BMW sedan. "Please," he said, gesturing for Jen to get in. Jen carefully slid into the car, holding her skirt so it wouldn't rise too much. Despite her efforts, she felt the lacy stocking tops brush against her hand, and she knew she was exposing more leg than she wanted. She surreptitiously glanced up, and saw that Randy was enjoying the show. She slid over as far as she could, and tugged her skirt down.

Randy closed the door and then addressed the driver. "The Hudson bar, Tommy."

"Yes sir," the young black driver replied immediately. 

"So ... you get a company car?"

Randy nodded. "One of the perks of being on the executive management team." 

As they drove through traffic, Jen nervously shifted and rubbed her legs together. The rustling sound of her silky nylons rubbing together heightened the tension in the car.

Finally Randy broke the silence. "How did your meeting go today?"

Relieved to talk business, Jen spent a few minutes describing the day long meeting. The purpose of the meeting was to close a big deal for a client. In the darken car, she didn't notice as Randy slid closer and closer to her. When she finished speaking, she was alarmed to find Randy sitting right next to her.

"Jen, let me give you some advice," he said, leading slightly so his leg pressed against hers. "In our business, if you want to close deals and get ahead, you have to use all your god given gifts."

"Um ... I'm not sure what you mean."

"Jen, you're smarter than that. You know exactly what I mean. You're a beautiful girl. You know the effect you have on men. Use that to your advantage."

Jen's discomfort was increasing by the second. What was Randy asking her to do? 

The young executive seemed to read her mind. "Jen, your job isn't to be the pit bull. Your job is to be the charmer." Randy flashed a conspiratorial smile. "A little innuendo. A touch here and there. A little flirting. That's what I'm saying."

Jen froze when she felt Randy put his hand on her knee. "You know how to flirt with men, don't you Jen?"

Jen firmly pushed Randy's hand away. "I'm married, so the only man I flirt with is my husband," Jen said with as much indignation as she could muster.

Randy laughed. "That's a shame." Then his tone became serious. "Maybe you can practice with other men at the Hudson tonight." 

Again, Jen felt like she was caught. Did Randy know something? Just then her cell phone buzzed.

"Aren't you going to answer? It's probably about the deal."

Jen didn't want to answer with Randy sitting so close, but she felt she had no choice.

It was a text message. "Take off your wedding rings. You'll see why."

Randy read the message, pretending it was work related. He looked at Jen quizzically. "Take off your wedding rings?"

Jen quickly deleted the message. "It must be a wrong number."

They finally arrived at the Hudson Hotel. The driver opened Jen's door. Before Jen could get out, Randy said, "Keep in mind my advice." He put his hand on Jen's thigh, over her skirt, feeling her garter strap underneath. Jen was momentarily frozen, giving Randy more time to caress her thigh. "With legs like yours, you should wear shorter skirts." 

"I need to go," Jen said. She immediately scolded herself, as her words came out like a request, and she certainly didn't need his permission to leave.

Randy continued to caress Jen's stockinged leg. "Think about what I said, Jen. Closing this deal will do wonders for your career."

Jen finally pulled away, and rushed into the Hudson Hotel. 

"Where to now, sir?" Tommy asked.

Randy thought for a moment. "Park the car, Tommy. I think I'll have a drink."



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 04



Jen hurried to the ladies room. She was shaking and unsteady on her feet. She gripped the counter and took deep breaths to try to calm herself.

Her entire body was tingling, on fire. She felt a mix of emotions. She was angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time. 

She was also aroused. Randy oozed confidence and charisma. She wasn't used to that. Michael was loving and sweet. But he wasn't a man's man like Randy.

Jen scorned herself for thinking that. She felt she was betraying her husband.

But she couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Randy. The girls around the office said Randy was gorgeous, and they were right. But that's not why she was attracted to him, or at least not the only reason. The way Randy put his hand on her thigh, like he owned her. His take charge personality. The commanding way he spoke to her. For a moment, Jen allowed herself to imagine what it would be like in bed with Randy. Would he dominate her? Make her do things ...

Treat her like a slut?

The thought made Jen shudder.

Then she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "Michael is upstairs waiting for me," she pleaded with herself. "He's waiting for me."

She checked her hair and makeup, and re-applied her lip stick. She sprayed perfume behind her ears, neck and her wrists. She pulled up her skirt and checked her garter straps and stockings. Then she smoothed her skirt, and was about to leave when she remembered her husband's text message. "Take off your wedding rings." She couldn't imagine what he had in mine. With a shrugged, Jen took off her engagement and wedding rings, and put them inside a zippered pouch of her purse. Then she headed to the elevator.

The bar was packed. She looked, and finally spotted Michael near the bar. He was talking to an older man. Michael saw her and waved her over.

Jen walked over. Before she could say anything or kiss her husband, Michael said, "Dick, this is the friend I told you about. Jen, this is Dick. I met him last year at a conference."

Jen took Dick's offered hand, but was confused into silence. Why did Michael introduce her as a friend, and not his wife?

An awkward silence followed. Dick openly stared at Jen, his eyes moving from her pretty face to stiletto heels, and back again.

Michael finally broke the silence. "Um, Jen, I explained to Dick how you're my wife's friend from college."

"Yes, yes," Dick said, his eyes continuing to feast on Jen's face and body. "It's convenient that you and Mike's wife have the same name. Easy to remember, right? It's too bad Mike's wife couldn't be here tonight."

Understanding hit Jen. "Um, yeah, too bad." Jen looked at Dick for the first time. He was older, maybe late forties. He was short and paunchy, with thinning jet black hair (clearly colored). Did Michael want her to flirt with him?

"Dick, what terrible gentlemen we are! Jen doesn't have a drink. Could you get her something, while she and I catch up a bit?"

Dick looked disappointed that he had to leave Jen's side, if only for a moment, but he agreed.

"What's going on?" Jen said as soon as Dick left for the bar.

Michael grinned. "It's a perfect set-up. I can watch close-up while you flirt with him."

"Michael, this is crazy. You know him. He's going to find out we're married."

"He lives in Minnesota, and goes back in a week. He'll never find out."

Jen shook her head. "I don't know ..."

Michael smiled encouragingly. "Okay, I know he's not the best looking guy around. He's not Matt." Michael's grin widened. "But remember the line from that movie, 'Romance'? Ugly attracts beauty. Give it a chance, you have fun." 

Jen looked uncertain. "I don't know, Michael. We just did this last night."

"And you were great," Michael said enthusiastically. "Listen, honey, I wouldn't want to pay the game again so soon either, but Dick called out of the blue today. He knows I'm married, but doesn't know what you look like. It's too perfect to pass up."

Jen was still doubtful, but she couldn't do anything because Dick returned with the drinks. "Here you are, my dear, a Cosmopolitan."

Jen managed a weak smile as she took the martini glass. "To such a beautiful girl. And to the start of a wonderful evening." They clinked glasses, and Jen took a long sip. Dick finished his with a long gulp, and ordered another one from a passing waiter.

"Mike told me there's a rooftop garden here," Dick said after receiving his new drink. "Jen, would you like to see it with me?"

Jen looked over at her husband, who nodded with a slight smile. "Um, okay."

"I'll hang out here," Michael said, his smile growing.

Jen took Dick's offered arm, and they took the yellow-lit glass elevator to the roof. The garden was crowded, but not as crowded as the bar. Dick put his arm around Jen's waist. In her heels, Jen was taller than Dick, so his hand was dangerously close to her shapely ass. Dick didn't seem to mind.

"Come on," Dick said as he lead her behind a few trees. "It's not as crowded here. We can talk."

"Mike tells me you're recently divorced."

Jen was shocked. "He did?"

Dick smiled reassuringly, revealing yellowed smoke stained teeth. "Don't worry, he told me to be quiet about it." Dick took out a cigar. "Do you mind? I can't believe smoking is banned in bars, even here in New York City. Where is the world coming to?"

Dick lit up and took three long draws. Jen tried to avoid the cigar smoke, which she hated.

Dick finished his bourbon, and then ordered another from a passing waiter. Somehow he held both the glass and the cigar in one hand, so his other hand remained around Jen. His hand drifted from Jen's waist to her ass. "If you ever need company, just let me know. I mean, from your divorce. It must be terrible what you're going through."

"Ah -- thanks." Jen wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"I mean, getting it all the time, then the divorce, and poof, no more sex."

Jen was shocked. What had Michael told Dick?

Dick caressed Jen's ass over her skirt, stroking between her cheeks. "Listen, you're a looker. I know you can have any guy you want. But sometimes it's good to have sex with no strings attached. Do you know what I mean?"

"Um, I guess so." Jen broke away from Dick and walked to the end of the terrace, looking over the New York skyline. She hoped this creep wouldn't follow, but soon she felt his presence behind her. 

Jen felt Dick put his meaty hands around her waist, and press his body against her. He ran his hands down the front of her skirt, surprised to feel the garter straps underneath. "Shit, you're fucking hot!"

"I've got what you need," Dick growled into Jen's ear. He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. "Feel that? Pretty good, huh? I can take care of you. I can give you what you need."

Jen pulled away. "Um, we should go see how Michael is doing." But Dick pressed her against the edge of the terrace, and covered her mouth with his. His thick tongue snaked into her mouth, exploring. Jen almost gagged from his terrible, smoke and alcohol tainted breath. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. 

Dick groped her tits, kneading her small breasts through her blouse and bra. He rubbed her nipples through the material. Jen struggled but she didn't want to make a scene. 

Suddenly Jen felt Dick's other hand under her skirt. He quickly moved from her stocking tops, over her garter straps, and then he was touching her panties. "Fuck, you're so wet," she heard him growl. "You need it bad, don't you bitch?"

Jen felt Dick press his finger against her clit, and suddenly pleasure sparked through her body. She felt more pleasure as he rubbed her clit over her soaking panties. "Oh god, god," she moaned.

"Look at them go! The fat guy is going to fuck her right here!" Jen heard someone say. She looked to the side. A large excited crowd had gathered around them. Jen snapped to her senses, and with all her strength, she pushed Dick away. She pushed down her skirt and left as fast as she could.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 05



"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Michael pleaded, having just gotten home from the Hudson and finding his wife crying on the sofa. "I didn't think Dick would be like that."

"What did you tell him?" Jen cried, tears running down her cheeks. "He said you said I was divorced."

"I did, but only because I wanted him to think he might have a chance with you. I didn't think he'd be that aggressive."

Michael kissed away the tears on Jen's cheeks. "I'm so sorry, honey." He kissed his wife's face repeatedly, apologizing again and again, kissing her again and again. 

Michael kissed Jen's lips, and then kissed under her chin, and then down her neck. He returned to her cheeks, lightly kissing again and again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, kissing her over and over. 

Soon his kisses went from tenderness to passionate. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he kept saying, but his kisses became more urgent and probing. As he kissed her, his hands cupped her breasts. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said.

"No, Michael, no," Jen protested, pushing her husband away.

"Please, let me," Michael begged, unbuttoning his wife's blouse and snaking a hand inside. He cupped her small breasts over her bra. "Please," he pleaded, kissing her neck and lips, kneading her breasts. He had watched it all. Watched as Dick fondled and caressed his wife, how he had even fingered her. He hadn't thought Dick would be so aggressive, but he loved seeing the older man's lips and hands on his pretty wife.

Michael was pleased to feel Jen's nipples harden. He pushed her bra down and rubbed her nipples between his fingers. "Nooo, Michael," Jen said, but her protest came out more like a moan. Michael unbuttoned her blouse completely. He lowered his head and took Jen's nipples in his mouth. "No, no," she said, but she didn't try to push him away.

When Jen's nipples were rock hard, Michael slid to the floor. He pushed her legs apart and kneeled between them, his hands running up her legs, over her stockings, pushing her skirt up to her waist. He buried his head against her legs, loving the feel of the silky nylons against his face. He kissed her nylons, moving from her knee to her thighs, kissing and running his cheek along the heavy lace of the stocking tops. 

Although aroused, Jen felt hurt and upset, so she pushed her husband away with her foot. Undeterred, Michael took her slim ankle in this hands, kissing her shapely calves, rubbing his cheeks against the silky nylons from her ankles to her knee. He took off the high heel from her right foot. He caressed and massaged her stockinged foot. Unable to control his passion, he buried his face in her toes, and then sucked her toes into his mouth. He caressed her shapely leg with his hands, running his fingers from her ankle, pass her knee, and then to her stocking tops. 

"Go away," Jen said, hurt in her voice. She was confused, her husband had never acted like this. She pulled her toes from his mouth and pressed her stockinged foot against his face. "Leave me alone."

"Please," Michael begged, dizzy with passion. He took her petite foot in his hands again, caressing and kissing her, and then again sucking her stocking-covered toes in his mouth.

Michael slowly moved from her foot to her thighs, kissing and caressing. He spread his wife's legs wider, giving him a clear view of her panties. They were soaking. Maybe Dick turned her on after all? Michael knew better than to ask. But he remembered how Jen responded to Dick's touch. He had definitely turned her on. She probably would have let Dick go further, if not for the crowd. 

Michael buried his head between his wife's legs, pulling her panties to the side, reveling in the soft delicate flesh that he knew Jen kept completely hairless from her ass to her bellybutton, except for a thin landing strip above her clit. 

Michael slowly licked Jen's clit with the point of his tongue. Jen moaned and soon she was thrusting into her husband's face. Michael maintained his slow, deliberate licking, and soon he felt Jen tense and then arch her back with an orgasm.

Michael looked at his wife's post-orgasmic face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips formed a small O. Her bosom rose and fell rapidly. It took a few moments for her to remember he was still there. Finally, she opened her eyes, focusing on him. Despite her orgasm, she still looked upset and hurt. She still wore her shoe on her left foot. She placed her heel on his chest and pushed him away. "Go away," she said.

The sting of the stiletto heel made Michael's cock twitch. He took her foot in his hand and lovingly caressed the high heel shoe, running his fingers along the smooth patent leather, lightly clutching the stiletto like it was his penis. Michael unzipped himself and took out his member. Jen pushed against his chest again, but this time Michael forced her foot to his crotch, firmly gripping her foot so it pressed against his erect penis. 

Jen was still upset and hurt, and confused. Why was he acting this way, obsessed with her feet? Why did he let Dick take advantage of her? She pressed the stiletto against Michael's bare penis. Surprising her, Michael grunted with as much pleasure as pain. She flexed her foot and dug the toe of her heel into her husband's tender member. "Oh gawd," Michael moaned. 

Michael pulled his wife's right foot to his crotch. "Please," he begged. Although shocked, Jen understood what her husband wanted. She cradled Michael's penis between her feet, and stroked him. "God, it feels good," Michael groaned, the feeling of Jen's high heel and her stockinged foot almost too pleasurable to bear. He ran his hands up her legs, grabbed her garter straps, and pulled her towards him, increasing the friction between her feet and his penis. "I'm cumming," he soon said, and his cock twitched and began spurting on Jen's stockinged legs. Spent, Michael collapsed on his wife. Unsure what else to do, Jen wrapped her arms around her husband, and softly stroked his hair.

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Jen lay in bed, listening to the heavy breathing of her sleeping husband. Her head was still spinning. What was happening to their lives?

She was happily married. Yet, in the last 24 hours, she had been hit on 3 times. Twice, with Matt and Dick, it was with her husband's approval, and even encouragement. Michael didn't know about Randy yet, but she was sure it would excite him to no end when he found out.

She didn't want this. Girls don't grow up hoping to flirt with strange men in pick-up bars after getting married. Michael's obsession with their game distressed her.

Yet, it was a turn on too. She couldn't deny the arousal, couldn't deny how turned on Matt and Randy had gotten her. Even Dick ... god, she hated admitting it ... even Dick had aroused her. Thank god the crowd had snapped her out of it. How far would she have let Dick go?

But the arousal was frustration, too. God, she was so horny. Michael had given her an orgasm, but it didn't satisfy her, not after Matt, not after Randy, not after Dick. She needed fucked, to have a hard penis inside her, and all Michael gave her was a tongue orgasm.

She hated herself for thinking it. She loved Michael so much. But lately he was lacking in bed. Often he couldn't get fully hard. That's the reason she started playing these games with him, to help him get excited. It seemed like he could only get hard after playing one of these games. But now, sometimes he'd be so excited he'd cum too fast. Or sometimes he'd still get half way soft while fucking her. 

Oh, god, she was so horny. She glanced over at Michael, checking that he was asleep. Then she reached into her panties and rubbed her clit. God, she needed another orgasm. With her other hand she pulled her shirt up and pinched her nipples. Guiltily, she fantasized about Dick fucking her. She quickly came, and then rolled over, tears building in her eyes, feeling guilty and ashamed.

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Randy opened his robe. The beautiful blonde hooker got on her knees and wrapped her hands around his cock. "Oh good, a big one," she cooed.

"Shut up, bitch, and suck me!"

Randy closed his eyes as the high priced, alluring prostitute took him in her mouth. He thought of Jen. She had given a good show tonight. And he knew he wasn't the only one who enjoyed it. Randy had spotted Jen's husband watching as well.

"So Michael likes to watch his pretty bride with other guys," Randy thought. He smiled. This was going to be fun. 



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 06



"Why aren't you getting ready for work?" Michael asked Jen, who was still in bed.

Jen continued to channel surf. "I think I'll stay home today."

"Why? Are you sick?"

"Um, no, I'm okay."

Michael grew concerned. He sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you still upset about last night, about Dick? I'm really sorry."

Jen saw how sorry Michael was, and knew he was sincere. She kissed him. "No, I'm not mad anymore."

"So ... you're not turned off playing our game?"

Jen saw her husband's puppy-dog eyes, and her heart melted. Even though she had misgivings, she didn't want to disappoint him. "No, I still want to play." She smiled and poked him in the side, and then playfully scorned, "But not too soon, mister. Let's take a break."

Michael looked relieved. "That's fine, I think we need a break, too. But, why are you staying home?"

Jen hesitated, not wanting to tell her husband, because she dreaded what he would say. But she knew she had to tell him. "Yesterday ... I mean, we haven't had a chance to talk. Yesterday, Randy made another pass at me."

"He did?" Michael said, excitement in his voice. "What happened? Tell me!"

Jen shook her head. "No, Michael, no. Not after last night. I don't want to get into it. He hit on me, can't we leave it at that?"

"Well, okay," Michael said, clearly disappointed, but not wanting to give up completely. "We'll talk about it later. But I still don't understand why you're staying home."

"Well ... because he asked me to lunch today." Jen held up her hands, trying to head off her husband's cajoling and nagging. "Michael, no. I know you want me to go, but I just can't do it. Not after last night with Dick, and the night before with Matt." 

"It's just lunch," Michael insisted. "What's the harm?"

"No, Michael," Jen said as firmly as she could. "I played the game last night with Dick, because you wanted me too, even though I didn't want to. You have to give me this one."

Michael didn't believe his wife completely. Yes, she didn't want to play at first, but she sure got into it with Dick on the rooftop. If only the crowd hadn't interfered, who knows what would have happened.

"Well, okay. But you can't hide from Randy forever. What about tomorrow?"

Jen sighed. "I'll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Tomorrow came faster than Jen wanted. The previous day, she spent a lot of time deciding how to deal with Randy. She decided she needed to take control of the situation, and that meant doing exactly the opposite of his advice.

She walked into her office wearing a shapeless pants suit. She didn't often wear pants. Sometimes she wore jeans on casual business days, but those were tight designer jeans that made the most of her long legs and tight behind. These were shapeless pants. Under her clothes, she wore a simple white cotton bra and panties, no hose, and flats. She had pulled her hair into a pony tail, and wore little makeup. She did everything she could to look plain and unsexy.

It was a quiet morning, until just before lunch, when Randy walked into her office. He closed the door.

"Where were you yesterday?" he demanded.

"I took a personal day."

Randy looked Jen up and down. "You don't take direction well."

Jen steeled herself. She had rehearsed what she would say. "Randy, what you said the other day, what you did, was wrong. I'm a happily married woman. Please leave me alone. I don't want to go to lunch with you today, tomorrow, or ever."

Randy didn't appear fazed at all. Instead, he smiled, like he thought what Jen said was funny. "Jen, Jen, Jen. Don't you know a joke when it hits you across your pretty face? If you don't want to go to lunch, that's fine. I thought you might appreciate advice on how to close your big deal, but if you want to go solo, that's fine."

Randy held up both hands in mock surrender. He continued to smile. "Listen, I'm having a party this weekend. A lot of people you should meet will be there. Why don't you come?" Almost as an afterthought, he added, "Of course, your husband is invited, too. What's his name? HR, right?"

"His name is Michael," Jen said icily.

Randy laughed. "Jen, I'm joking. You really need to work on your sense of humor."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen walked into her condo, and slumped on the sofa. She kicked off her flats, and put her head in her hands. 

"What's wrong?" Michael asked, concerned. "Did Randy bother you again?"

Jen shook her head. "No, that's not it. I talked to him. He apologized, and even invited us to a party this Saturday. But my deal is falling apart. What's worst, no one listened to me today. They treated me like I wasn't even there."

"I'm sorry," Michael said. Then, hesitantly, he said, "I guess this might not be the best time to ask you something."

Jen looked up at her husband. "What?"

"Well ...Dick called me today. He asked me to contact you, to see if you'd like to go out with him tomorrow night."

Jen looked incredulously at her husband. "He wants me to go on a date with him? What did you tell him?"

"Well ... I told him I'd ask you."

"Michael! After what happened last night? Do you really want me to go on a date with him? Alone?"

Michael smiled sheepishly. "Well, you know what they say. If you fall off a horse, you should get right back on."

"Michael, no, no, no," she pleaded. "I don't want to see Dick again. And I don't want to talk about this anymore. I have a headache, and I just want to relax. Okay?"

"Okay," Michael relented. "We'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

Jen shook her head, but she was relieved to not talk about Dick anymore, at least for the evening. She felt the deal, and maybe her job, were slipping away. Michael didn't make that much at the small accounting firm. She needed her job. She needed to figure out what to do.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen carefully rolled the sheer black stocking up her leg. She attached the lacy stocking top to the strap of her garter belt, and then repeated the process for her other leg. She put on her bra, a lacy sheer push-up bra that matched her Victoria Secret panties. 

She walked into her closet to pick out a blouse and skirt. About half her skirts were knee-length. Those are the ones she normally wore to work. The other half were a few inches shorter, some much shorter. Her collection of those mini-skirts had increased dramatically over the last few months, as Michael bought them for her to play their game.

Jen hesitantly picked one of the shorter skirts. She stepped into it, and then slipped into a matching silk blouse. The blouse plunged just slightly, providing a peek of the soft swell of her small breasts made a touch larger by her push-up bra. She slipped into 4 inch black stiletto heels. She checked her makeup again, and then brushed her soft blonde hair. Her hair fell to about the middle of her back, and she wore it loose today.

"Wow," Michael said as Jen walked into the kitchen. "You look incredible."

Jen smiled and pecked her husband on the cheek. "Thanks."

"So, you changed your mind? You're going out with Dick tonight?"

Jen looked shocked. "No, I told you, I don't want to see him again."

"Oh ... I thought the way you're dressed ..."

Jen sighed. "No, Michael. I just have a big meeting today." 

The stress of the meeting flared Jen's anger. "You're obsessed, Michael," she said with a mixture of anger and frustrated. "Obsessed with the game, obsessed with Dick. No means no. Okay?"

"Okay," Michael said, feeling the sting of his wife's rebuke. "I thought you liked the game, too.  But, if that's how you feel about it."

Jen saw the hurt on her husband's face and immediately felt guilty. Michael's puppy-dog eyes could always melt her heart. "Michael, it's not that, it's just that ... I just have a big meeting today. I'm worried about it."

Michael hugged his wife reassuringly. "It'll be alright." He kissed her forehead. "I know you'll do great."

Jen wasn't so sure. While she hated doing it, she had decided to follow Randy's advice. That's why she'd dressed as she had. She needed this job, and she needed this deal. It was just a little harmless flirting, she told herself. It'll be like playing the game. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Every male head turned when Jen walked into the conference room.  Her heels clicked against the granite floors as she walked to her seat, causing all the male hearts to quicken. When she sat and crossed her legs, everyone around her turned to get a peek of her long, shapely legs.

"Now listen," the gruff old man sitting next to Jen began. Jen knew he was the key to closing the deal. "Your last counter-offer was ridiculous! Who scheduled this meeting? This is a waste of time!"

Jen waited a few moments. She took a long breath to gather her courage. "Just like playing the game," she thought to herself.

"John, I know how you feel," Jen finally said, soothingly. "You've done a lot of deals like this. You're the expert here, we all know that. Can't you help us correct this?" Jen smiled, and placed her soft hand over his. "I know you can do it, John," she said, pressing his hand encouragingly. 

John looked surprised, but pleased. "Well, Jennifer, of course I could fix this deal. But your client rejects everything I suggest."

"We can try again, can't we?" Jen said innocently. She leaned forward so her stockinged leg pressed against his hand. "John, I bet if we talk to my client together, we can convince him." Jen moved her leg slightly, so the silky nylon of her stocking rubbed against his hand.

"Together, huh?" The old man said, a smile coming to his face. "Jennifer, you know, I think you're right." Under the table, the old man put his hand on Jen's knee. "It won't be easy, though."

Jen moved her foot under the old man's pants, and pressed the toe of her high heel against his leg. "But you'll try, won't you John?" she asked, looking expectant and innocent.   John laughed. "Sure, why not? Let's get to work!"

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The deal was completed by early that afternoon. Before leaving, John spoke privately to Jen. "Young lady, if I was 30 years younger I'd ask you out to dinner," he said, beaming.

Jen smiled sweetly. "You always say the nicest things." Then she thought of Michael, and their little game. John was an older man, but not bad looking. She heard her husband in the back of her head encouraging her. Hesitantly, she said, "Well, um, dinner might be nice sometime."

John's smile disappeared and he became serious. "Really? What about your husband?"

"Well ... I'm sure he wouldn't mind. It's only dinner." Jen imagined what Michael would want her to say. "And ... ah ... he travels a lot ... for his job."

John's smile returned. "Does he now? Well, why don't you call me the next time he travels, and I'll give you some company."

"Um, okay, I'll do that. Bye." Jen walked back to her office, regretting what she had just done, her misgivings about the game growing more and more.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen's spirits rose as she received congratulations after congratulations from her co-workers over the completed deal. She couldn't wait for the day to end, so she could tell Michael. She was so happy, and relieved. She would probably get a big bonus, and they needed the money to pay some past-due credit card bills.

Thinking about Michael made her feel bad. She felt guilty about taking out her stress on him. She shouldn't have snapped at him like that. She wondered what she could do to make it up to him.

The answer came to her immediately. Michael would love it if she went out with Dick tonight.

Would it be that bad? Dick was a creep, but she could handle him, couldn't she? And it would make Michael so happy.

With trepidation, she speed dialed her husband. "Hello," she heard him say.

"Okay," she said softly. "I'll go out with him."

"What? Honey, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me." Jen steeled herself. "And yes, I'll go on a date with Dick tonight."

"You will? Honey, that's great!"

"How will we arrange things? Will you be there?"

Michael chuckled. "No, I don't think Dick will want me to tag along on his date with you. I'll wait at home for you. You can tell me all about it when you get home. I'll call Dick now, and tell him to pick you up at your office at 7."

"Well, okay."

"By the way, how did your deal go?"

Jen's spirit brightened. "We completed it today!" she said cheerfully.

"Honey, I'm so happy for you," Michael said with real joy. "I knew you could do it. I love you."

Jen beamed into the phone. "I love you too."

"And honey? Whatever you do tonight with Dick is okay with me."

Jen was taken aback at the quick change of subject. "What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.

"I'm just saying, tonight, do what you want, whatever comes natural. I won't be upset, no matter what happens."

"Well ... alright, I guess," Jen said, already dreading the evening to come.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen fidgeted in her high heels, from nervousness and the chilly air. Her stocking-covered legs were freezing, and the swirling wind blew right up her short skirt. She could have waited for Dick inside her office, but she didn't want people to see her going out with him. 

"Congratulations on your deal," she heard a voice behind her. She recognized the voice. With dread, she turned to see Randy standing behind her. He flashed a confident smile, and openly looked her over from head to toe.

"Thank you," she said, unnerved by this unrelenting stare and hoping he would go away.

Randy continued to openly stare and admire Jen's body. "I see you took my advice," he said approvingly.

Jen bristled. "I didn't take your advice," Jen said sharply. "What I'm wearing has nothing to do with you, or the meeting today. For your information, I'm going out tonight."

"Ah, another evening of bar hopping. Where are you and HR going tonight?"

"You know my husband's name is Michael, not HR. I wish you'd stop making fun of him like that. He doesn't work at H&R Block."

"Calm down, calm down. You need to learn how to take a joke," Randy said condescendingly. "So where are you and Michael going tonight? Back to the Hudson Bar?"

"No, someplace else. Anyway, for your information, the Hudson is really nice." 

"Yes, yes," Randy grinned. "I hear they have a wonderful rooftop terrace."

Jen froze, feeling caught again. "Um, yeah, they do."

"Did you get a chance to look over the skyline? It's beautiful from their terrace."

"No, ah, I didn't," Jen lied. The memory of Dick's hands all over her as she looked over the skyline was still fresh in her mind. Does Randy know something?

"Jen, your rings," Randy said, his voice filled with concern.

"Excuse me?" Jen asked, confused.

Randy motioned at Jen's left hand. "Your wedding rings. They're missing. I hope you didn't lose them."   

"Oh, ah ... no, I just ... ah ... they're being cleaned." Jen clutched her purse, knowing her rings were inside. She had taken them off right before leaving the office.

"That's good," Randy said pretending to be relieved. "A young married girl like you shouldn't go out without your wedding rings. As pretty as you are, you'll get hit on all the time. But that's no problem tonight, of course, since you'll be with HR – I mean, Michael."

"Uh, yeah, right." Jen prayed that Randy would leave. It would be a disaster if he was there when Dick picked her up.

Randy lingered, seeming to enjoy Jen's growing discomfort.  "Well, I must be going. You'll be at my party this weekend, won't you?"

"Yes, absolutely," Jen said, relieved that he was leaving. "Michael and I will be there."

Tommy opened the door for Randy. "Where to, sir?" Tommy asked. 

"Wait here, Tommy. Then follow her." Randy smiled. This was getting more and more fun.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 07



"Where are we going?" Jen asked as the taxi approached the theater district.

Dick put his hand on Jen's knee. "You're in for a treat. You're going to love this."

The taxi drove until they were in front of what looked like a glitzy, run-down theater. The large neon sign above said "Private Eyes." There was a crowd waiting to get in. Jen noticed immediately that it was all guys. What is this place?

Dick took Jen's hand and brusquely walked to the front of the crowd. A bouncer blocked their path.  The bouncer was black and broad shouldered, but young. Jen guessed he was barely out of high school. Dick flashed a card. "Out of my way, boy," he said rudely. "I'm a VIP here." Dick impatiently brushed past the bouncer, knocking over the bouncer's podium and causing papers to fly everywhere.

The bouncer stared angrily after Dick, but held his temper in check. He bent down to pick up the papers. 

"Here, let me help you," Jen said, kneeling down and helping to pick up the papers. 

The bouncer was surprised at the offer of help. "Thanks," he said.

"I'm sorry about my friend."

The bouncer sneered at Dick. "Is he really your friend?"

Jen smiled warmly. She playfully narrowed her blue eyes and whispered conspiratorially. "Well, not really. But it's a long story."

The bouncer returned Jen's warm smile. They finished picking up the papers, and he helped Jen stand up. "Well, have fun tonight. We don't usually get girls at this place."

Jen looked puzzled. "What kind of place is this?"

"You're kidding, right?"

Jen was about to ask more questions when she heard Dick call after her. "Well, I'll see you later."

Jen quickly understood what Private Eyes was. It was a topless bar. The bar and stage were mostly polished chrome and shiny plastic, filled with beautiful, completely nude dancing girls. All the customers were men (except her). They were sitting at tables, either watching the young girls on stage, or getting lap dancers from mostly nude girls walking around the room. More than a few guys (and a few of the nude dancers) turned their attention to Jen as she walked through the club.

Dick took her hand and lead her to a private booth in a darkened corner. A tall brunette waitress with huge breasts and wearing only a g-string approached them.  "Bourbon for me, and a Cosmopolitan for my friend," Dick ordered.

"This is an ... interesting place to take me," Jen said.

"We're just stopping here for a drink," Dick assured her. "Our reservation at Per Se isn't for an hour. Besides," he continued, wrapping his arm around Jen, "it'll put us in the right mood for the evening."

"To you," Dick toasted when the drinks arrived. Dick made small talk as they enjoyed their drinks. Jen wasn't surprised when she felt his hand on her leg, under the table. She decided to let him do what he wanted. She didn't want to fight him all night, and with her legs tightly crossed, he couldn't touch her most private parts. If he fondled her leg, even under her skirt, she could endure it. In 2 or 3 hours she'd be home with Michael. She could endure it, she told herself.

It shocked Dick that Jen let him freely fondle her under the table. "Shit, this divorced bitch is hot to trot," he thought. "She must really need it." He expected Jen to resist when his hand moved under her skirt, but she let him do what he wanted. His cock grew as he caressed her stocking-clad leg, moving over her stocking tops, and then touching her garter straps. 

"Your skin is baby soft," he whispered huskily into Jen's ear as his calloused hands touched her bare flesh above her stockings. His plump fingers traced circles over Jen's sensitive skin.

Despite herself, Jen was getting aroused. But it was the show on the stage, not Dick, that was turning her on. Two young girls were on the stage, one blonde and the other brunette. They had undressed each other, and were down to garters, stockings, and incredibly high stiletto heels. The blonde had licked the brunette to orgasm. Being a girl, Jen was pretty sure it was a real orgasm, not faked. Now, the brunette was fucking the blonde with a huge strap on dildo. Again, Jen was pretty certain the blondes moans were real, not fake.

One of the dancers came up to them. Dick's face lit in recognition. "Hello Mona. Jen, this is Mona. She's been dancing here for years."

Mona was beautiful. She was tall with long, lush red hair. She was older – Jen guessed forties? But she had a wonderful body, with huge breasts, a flat stomach, curvy ass and long shapely legs. She was dressed in a lacy black bra and g-string that revealed almost everything, and black thigh highs. Her black lingerie was striking against her fair skin. 

While Mona was beautiful, she had an ... evil look to her. And the lines in her face betrayed her age, and made her look hard. Mona studied Jen, her gaze lingering on her face and chest. Jen felt that Mona was undressing her with her eyes, and it sent a chill down her spine. 

Mona spoke to Dick without taking her eyes off Jen. "I like her Dick. So young. And so pretty." Mona stroked Jen's face. "So very very pretty." Jen pulled her face away from Mona's hand. Mona laughed.

Mona looked at Dick. "Do you want a lap dance?" 

Dick chuckled. "Not tonight, Mona. I've got everything I need right here."

Mona looked behind the table and saw Dick's hand on Jen's leg. Dick had worked Jen's skirt up around her waist, so her stocking tops and garters were clearly visible. "Not as sweet and innocent as you look, are you?" Mona said with a smile. "Good, I like that."

Jen blushed with embarrassment, and pushed Dick's hand away, causing both Dick and Mona to laugh.

Mona's tone became sultry and serious. She bend at the waist and brought her head to Jen's, their cheeks almost touching. They were so close that Mona's huge tits pressed against Jen's tender bosom. "Would you like a lap dance, honey," Mona breathed into Jen's ear.

"That's a great idea," Dick said enthusiastically. 

"Er, no," Jen said awkwardly. "I don't think so."

Mona smiled. She stroked Jen's cheek, then continued down her neck, down the V of her blouse, her long red nails teasingly following the swell of Jen's cleavage. "Are you sure? I know you'll like it."

"Yes, I'm sure," Jen said quickly in a shaky voice. "Maybe later."

"Maybe later?" Mona repeated in a mocking tone. "There's no time like the present, honey." She motioned to the stage, where the blonde was still getting pounded by the brunette. "That's nice, isn't it? Isn't it exciting? Don't you wish you were the blonde on the stage?"

Jen looked and soon was mesmerized by the stage. The blonde was on her knees, and the brunette was fucking her like a dog. Jen broke out of the spell when she realized Mona's hands were on her. She was alarmed to find that Mona had unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse.

"No, no," she protested, pushing Mona away and buttoning her blouse.

"Don't be such a prude, sweetheart," Mona said with an evil smile. "I just wanted to peek at your goodies."

Mona stood up. "Dick, I think your new friend needs to relax."

"Don't worry, I'm working on that," Dick said. Making sure Jen wasn't looking, he winked at Mona.

Mona smiled knowingly. "Really? Then maybe I'll come back in a little bit."

"Yes, why don't you do that."

Jen didn't know what they were talking about, but she knew it was about her, and she didn't intend to be there when Mona came back. "Come on, Dick, it's been almost an hour. Let's go."

"Wait, wait, Jen, just a little longer."

"No, Dick, I want to go now."

Dick looked hurt. "Jen, are you mad at me? Do you me to take you home?"

"No, uh ..." Jen knew she couldn't let Dick take her home, because then he'd find out she was Michael's wife. "I'm not mad. I just want to go."

"I think you're mad."

"I'm not," Jen insisted.

"Fine, let's go to Per Se, but first you're got to let me kiss you, so I know you're not mad."

Jen thought this was childish and ridiculous. "Okay, fine," she said.

Just then Dick coughed, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth. Then he slid closer to Jen, and put his arm around her. Jen steeled herself for the kiss. "Just one kiss, how bad can it be?" she told herself. Dick pressed his lips to Jen's, and then forced his tongue inside her mouth. Jen hadn't agreed to French kissing. She pulled away, but Dick put his hand behind her head and pushed his tongue deeper into Jen's mouth.

Just then, Jen felt something on Dick's tongue. It was small and hard ...

"Oh my god, it's a pill!" Jen realized with horror. She tried to pull away, but Dick held her firmly. He pushed the drug down Jen's throat, and she had no choice but to swallow.

Jen finally managed to pull away from Dick. "What was that?" Jen demanded angrily.

Dick smiled. "Something to help you relax." 

The drug had an immediate effect. Jen's body started to tingle, like a thousand tiny pinpricks. She touched a finger to her wrist, and it set off an electric shock that ran up her arm. Somehow, the drug super-sensitized her skin, so every touch was hugely magnified. Then her arms and legs grew heavy. She could move, but she wasn't sure she could stand much less walk without help. 

"What did you give me?" Jen repeated.

Dick took Jen in his arms, and pulled her close. "Don't worry baby, it'll make you relax, you'll love it." Dick cupped her breasts. "You like that baby?"

"Aaaah," Jen moaned, as pleasure shot through her body. The drug had so super-sensitized her skin. Even through her blouse and bra, Dick's hand on her breasts sent bolts of pleasure cascading through her body.

Mona came back, smiling. "Is she ready?"

"Oh yeah," Dick said eagerly. He squeezed Jen's breasts, causing her to jump. "She's ready."

Mona leaned over so her face almost touched Jen's. "Ready for some fun, honey?" She unbuttoned Jen's blouse. "Let's take a peek at what you're hiding in here."

Jen tried to pull away but she was paralyzed by the date rape drug. Mona pulled Jen's unbutton blouse open, exposing her lacy black bra. "How pretty," Mona said approvingly. She traced her long red nails along the lace of Jen's bra. "Aaah aaah," Jen moaned. Mona smiled. "You like that, don't you?"

Mona knew how the drugged worked. She had taken it herself many times, and enjoyed it. The drug heightened pleasure. Even the softest touch could almost cause an orgasm. But the drug also increased desire. Not only did the drug increase pleasure, it magnified the need for pleasure. 

The drug was working its way through Jen's body. Mona knew that soon, Jen would crave an orgasm like a druggie craves cocaine. Soon, Jen would be begging to be fucked.

"Reach behind her and unsnap her bra," Mona told Dick without taking her eyes off Jen. Dick eagerly reached under the back of Jen's blouse and expertly unsnapped her bra. Jen's bra went slack. Mona looked into Jen's eyes. "Let's see what you've been hiding." Mona pulled Jen's bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms. The bra fell to her flat tummy, revealing her breasts.

The sight of Jen's breasts took Mona's breath away. They were perfect. Soft, round, perfectly shaped, with not a hint of sag, capped with perky nipples that were surprisingly large compared to the size of her tits. 

Jen's breasts were small. Maybe 34B, if that. But they were so perfect and beautiful that Mona felt envious, even with her natural 44DDs.

"Nice, really nice," Mona said admiringly. 

"Please," Jen begged. "Please let me go."

"Go? Why?" Mona rubbed both of Jen's nipples between her thumbs and fingers, causing Jen to wiggle and moan with pleasure. "We're going to have so much fun."

Mona ran her hands over Jen's thighs. "You have really nice legs. But you know that, don't you? That's why you wear short skirts, to show them off, right?"

She took hold of Jen's legs and pulled her forward in the seat, pushing her mini-skirt up around her waist. Then she spread her legs obscenely wide, completely exposing her. "She's wet," Mona said to Dick. "Soaking wet. She must like this."

Mona pulled Jen's panties to the side. "Completely bare," she said approvingly  

"Is this what you want, honey?" Mona asked as she ran a long fingernail along Jen's soaking pussy lips. 

"Aaaah aaaah," Jen moaned.

Deep down, Mona envied Jen, even though she barely knew her. She envied Jen's Cover Girl, innocent good looks. She envied Jen's lush blonde locks. She envied Jen's tight young body. Mona wanted to torment Jen, and she knew exactly how to do it. She knew how to keep Jen at the brink of cumming, but not let her cum. Soon Jen would beg for it. And then Jen wouldn't be so innocent anymore. 

Mona rubbed Jen's pussy, being careful not to touch her clit. Jen wiggled and writhed under Mona's touch. Mona smiled triumphantly. "Am I teasing you?"

With the tip of her finger, Mona grazed Jen's clit, touching but not applying any pressure. "Oh god oh god," Jen groaned.

Mona moved her finger back and forth, barely touching Jen's clit each time, teasing and torturing her. Jen writhe under Mona's delicate touch, tears of humiliation and frustration clouding her eyes.

"Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want an orgasm? I know you do. Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it. Beg me, and I'll give you the orgasm you crave."

"Do you want me to make you cum?" Mona repeated as she continued to tease Jen's clit.

"Yes --- yes," Jen said, awash in shame but not able to control herself. 

"Beg me to fuck you. Beg me."

"No, please," Jen said, using her last bit of resistance. "Please don't make me."

Mona reached further and scraped a long nail across Jen's sensitive asshole. Jen clenched her toes in her heels, the pleasure so intense it was painful. "Oh gaaawd," she moaned.

"Beg me," Mona repeated.

"Please --- please."

"Please what?"

Tears of shame and humiliation flowed down Jen's cheeks. "Please ... fuck me."

Mona smiled triumphantly at Dick. With the drug in Jen's system, Mona could have fucked her whenever she wanted. But it was so much better to hear Jen beg for it.

"Let's get her to the stage," Mona ordered.

"What? What?" Jen cried.

"The stage, honey," Mona said with an evil smile, her hands cupping Jen's pretty face. "We'll going to give everyone a show."

"No, no!" Jen cried as Dick carried her to the stage. "No, let me go!"

"Make sure you have the camcorder going," Dick said to Mona. "I want to record all of it." 

Dick couldn't wait to get the tape. He chuckled to himself. "Once I get that tape, this bitch is mine!"



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 08



"Get the strap-on," Dick said to Mona as he carried Jen to the stage. Dick put Jen's hand on this crotch. "Feel that baby? Like how it feels? Don't worry, you'll get it, every inch. But first Mona's gonna warm you up for me."

Mona smiled with anticipation. The dildo would be fun, but first she was going to sit on Jen's sweet face.

"What's going on here?"

Dick turned and saw the bouncer. "Get out of the way, boy!" 

The bouncer looked at Jen, and then back to Dick. "What did you do to her?"

Jen felt in a fog, another side-effect of the drug. But through her hazy eyes she recognized the young black man. She reached out and gripped the bouncer's arm. "Please, help me," she pleaded with a weak voice. "Please."

The bouncer saw that Jen was drugged. "This isn't right," the bouncer said.

"Get lost boy. This doesn't concern you."

"Please ..." Jen begged.

The young bouncer made a quick decision. "Give her to me," he demanded.

"How dare you? Move out of my way!"

"Give her to me!" the young black man demanded. "Now!"

Dick saw the bouncer's determined face and bulging muscles, and reluctantly let Jen go. "I'll get you fired for this!" he promised.

The bouncer looked concerned. He put his arm around Jen and helped her walk out of the bar.

Jen passed out almost as soon as they got into the taxi. The bouncer looked in Jen's purse to find where she lived. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen slowly opened her eyes. Her head throbbed, and she felt queasy. "Where ... where am I?"

She felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. "It's me, honey," she heard her husband say. "You're home. You're safe."

Jen's memory from the prior night was hazy, but she knew she had been in trouble. "How did I get home?"

"The bouncer brought you home, in a taxi. He said Dick drugged you. Honey, I'm really sorry. I can't believe he did that to you."

"I called Dick up, that bastard!" Michael said angrily. "I said I'd break his face if I ever saw him again."

Jen sat up but felt woozy, and had to lay back down. "You probably need more sleep," Michael said. "Rest now, and we'll talk later."

Jen slowly woke up. She saw it was dark outside. She must have slept for hours.

She couldn't help her thoughts turning to the night before. Her head was finally clear, and she remembered everything. She shivered at how close she had come to being gang raped. She hated Dick for drugging her, and Mona for talking advantage of her. She also felt ashamed, because she remembered how aroused she had been. She had wanted to be taken ... to be fucked. Tears of shame formed in her eyes as she remembered how she had begged Mona to fuck her. "God, was that really me?" she asked herself. "It must have been the drug. It had to be."

But then she remembered how horny she had been lately. How could she help it? It was only natural for her body to respond to all the male attention she got from playing the game. For not the first time, she wished they had never started playing. It wasn't right, being a married woman and flirting with other men. 

But she couldn't deny the excitement of the chase, of being pursued, the thrill of being touched, even kissed, by a strange man. The first kiss, the first touch, the newness of it all. She had forgotten had thrilling that could be.

Then she remembered the night before, and shivered at how much trouble the game had almost caused her. "God, did it really happen to me? I was drugged, and almost raped." Jen had read about date rape, but she never thought it would happen to her, especially after getting married.

Despite herself, the thought of Dick and Mona aroused her. She hated and despised them. But she couldn't forget how their fingers and lips had felt on her skin. It had felt good. She remembered how she had longed for an orgasm. The longing was still there. She craved an orgasm. Was it a side effect of the drug? She didn't know, she hoped so. But at that moment, the reason didn't matter. 

"Michael?" Jen hesitantly called out.

Michael quickly came to her side. "Honey, are you alright? You've been sleeping for hours. I'm really sorry about last night."

Jen took both her husband's hands, and kissed them. "It's alright, you couldn't have known." Jen kissed Michael's hands again, and then slowly brought them to her breasts. She was nude under the blanket. 

Michael cupped his wife's breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. "You're really turned on," he said.

"Yeah," Jen breathed, unbuttoning Michael's shirt. "Make love to me."

They made passionate love. They didn't talk, keeping to their own thoughts.

Jen's fantasies wandered from Randy to Matt. Even to Dick. 

Even to Mona. 

She felt so ashamed, but couldn't help herself. 

Michael couldn't help thinking of Jen with Dick and Mona. What they did to her ... and what they almost did to her. When Michael called Dick earlier that day, Dick couldn't help gloating about the prior evening. 

"You're an ass for drugging her!" Michael had said. 

"Why do you care?" Dick retorted.

Michael stammered, then remembered their story. "Because she's my wife's friend, I told you that."

"I should call the police," Michael had continued angrily. "Date rape is against the law!"

"Hold on, hold on," Dick quickly said. "Okay, I admit I gave her something, but it wasn't a date rape drug. It was just a Quaalude, just something to get her to relax. You know what they are, right? A Quaalude doesn't make a person moan and beg for it the way Jen did last night. It was a small pill, practically a placebo. Listen, I don't care what Jen told you, she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And she's a kinky chick, too. She begged Mona to fuck her with the dildo."

Michael had looked at the telephone in shock. Could Dick be telling the truth? 

As Michael made love to Jen, he couldn't shake the images of Mona playing with Jen's tits and clit. He knew it was terrible. But he couldn't help thinking about his wife getting turned on by Dick and Mona's lips and fingers, and about Jen begging Mona to fuck her with the strap on.

"I'm gonna cum," Michael groaned. "Hurry and play with yourself."

"Oh ... okay," Jen said as she reached a hand between their bodies.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen lay awake in the darkness, long after Michael fell asleep, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. She craved a long fucking. Her body needed it after everything that had happened that week. Thankfully, Michael had managed to stay hard, but he came too fast. She had barely had time to make herself cum. It wasn't enough to satiate her body's needs.

The past week had been wrong. How had their marriage gotten this way? She was flirting with guys in bars, flirting at work, even going out on dates arranged by her husband. This wasn't how she dreamed marriage would be, back when she was a little girl. What happened the night before was still fresh in her mind. It scared her, remembering how turned on she got. But Dick was repulsive, and she had never been interested in other women. It had to be the drug, right? 

Despite her misgivings, she couldn't deny the excitement of the game. It was a major ego burst to have so much male attention. It was like back in college, before she met Michael. She hadn't realized how much she missed flirting, and the thrill of being chased. 

She wished Michael had lasted longer. Even though she couldn't reach orgasm from intercourse alone (she had never been able to), she enjoyed feeling him inside her. She thought of waking Michael up, but he usually couldn't get hard again so soon. The problem with the game is it made her so horny. It left her body with longings. God, she needed sex so bad, it made her wonder if the drug was partly still inside her. 

She snaked a hand down her lacy panties. Playing with herself wasn't as good as intercourse, but it was better than nothing.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

The next week at work, Michael often found himself daydreaming about their game.

He couldn't believe how well things were going. What a difference a week makes! Before, Jen might flash some leg or let a guy look down her blouse. She might flirt a little. But nothing like this week. All of the guys -- Matt, Randy and Dick -- and even Mona -- had been close to fucking her. Jen was that close to letting them in her pants. 

What had come over his wife? He didn't know, but he loved it. 

His fantasy was to watch another man fuck Jen. To watch Jen's face as she came with another man's cock inside her. Michael knew it was demented, but he had stopped trying to understand his desires. His greatest fantasy was for Jen to become a hot wife, and he couldn't change no matter how much he wanted to.

Before, Jen might flash a little leg or flirt a bit, but it was always at his cajoling. She never expressed any interest in other guys, which made it less exciting for him. Michael wanted his wife to get hot over other guys, to flash and flirt because she wanted to, not just to make him happy. He wanted Jen to desire other guys. Then somehow, this week, it was like a switch turned on in his wife's head. There was no doubt that Matt and Randy, and even Dick and Mona, had aroused her (and if Dick was telling the truth, it wasn't because of the pill Jen took).

Would Jen actually make his fantasy come true, and sleep with another man? Matt or Randy, it could happen with either of them. The best chance was with Randy, because who knew if they would ever see Matt again. Randy was better anyway, since Jen worked with him. Michael hoped they would have an affair for a few months, and then Jen could move on to another lover. Michael looked forward to Randy's party next weekend. He'd give Jen a day or two to get over what happened with Dick and Mona, and then he'd start putting ideas in her head about going the next step with Randy.

Just thinking about his wife with another man made Michael hard. He went into the bathroom to masturbate, the second time today he had beat off. He felt guilty knowing he might have trouble staying hard tonight if he and Jen made love, but he couldn't resist. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen cautiously walked up the stairs in the run-down apartment building. Checking the apartment number, she knocked.

The door opened. "Yeah?" an old black woman asked.

"Um ... my name is Jen. I'm here to see Tyrone. Does he live here?"

The woman looked doubtfully at Jen for a few moments. Then she shouted back into the apartment. "Tyrone! Someone here to see you!"

Jen waited nervously at the door, when finally a muscular black teenager appeared. It was the bouncer from the Private Eyes topless bar.

Jen smiled nervously. "Hi, um ... I wanted to thank you for the other night. For helping me get away from those people."

Tyrone looked Jen up and down. "Lady, with you dressed like that in this neighborhood, I might need to help you again."

Jen blushed in embarrassment. "I came right after work," she hurriedly explained. Ever since closing the deal the week before, Jen's skirts had become higher, and her blouses a touch more revealing. To her chagrin, she found that Randy was right, it helped her at work to dress a little sexier. 

"How did you find me anyway?"

"It wasn't that hard," Jen said smiling. "They told me at Private Eyes that you were fired. It took a while but they finally gave me your address."

"I'm sorry that they fired you," Jen said earnestly. "If I can do anything ..."

Tyrone shrugged. "That's okay, it was a shitty job. I was just working there to save up for college."

"So, do you have another job yet?"

"Nah ... kinda hard getting a job, my high school grades weren't too good."

Jen had an idea. "Well, there might be an opening where I work."

Tyrone looked warily. "You're kidding, right? What is it, a janitor or some shit like that?"

"No, no," Jen said quickly. "Last week I closed a big deal, and now there's a lot of things I have to take care of. My boss might let me hire an administrative assistant."

Tyrone grinned. "You're kidding, right? Me in an office?"

"Well, I have to check, but I think ... yes, I think it'll be okay."

Tyrone's grin grew wider. "Where do I sign up?"

+++++++++++++++++++++++

"That's what you're wearing to Randy's party?" Michael asked, the disappointment clear in his voice.

Jen had slipped into a conservative black dress with low heeled shoes. She sighed. "Michael, there'll be a lot of people from work there. We can't play the game there."

"I know, but there's no harm in dressing a little sexier. I mean, you dress sexier when you go to work."

Jen shook her head. "Michael, we've gone over this already. Work is work, but this is a social occasion. It's different."

Michael's disappointment soured his mood, and it only got worst once they arrived at the party. It was boring, with everyone talking shop. He wandered around Randy's house to pass the time.

"You must be Michael, Jen's husband."

Michael turned to see a tall, broad shouldered man. "I'm Randy."

Michael shook Randy's offered hand. "Hi, I was just admiring your sports collection," he said, feeling uncomfortable. Despite his fantasies involving this man and his wife, Michael felt awkward talking to him. 

But Michael's discomfort quickly faded as Randy gave him a tour of his sport memorabilia collection. They were both Mets and Jets fans, and soon they were acting like old friends as they talked about their favorite players and games. Randy pulled out 100 year old scotch from his private collection and poured two glasses, handing one to Michael. They laughed and talked, and Michael enjoyed himself more and more, finding Randy easy to like. 

"I've season tickets to the Jets, six rows up on the 50 yard line. You and Jen should come with me next Sunday."

"You're kidding, to the Jets Patriots game? We'd love to!"

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen was so upset with her husband. Why hadn't he asked her before agreeing to go to the football game with Randy? She still felt uncomfortable around Randy, and she didn't want to spend an entire afternoon with him.

Jen was frustrated, too. Sexily frustrated. The last 2 times they had sex, he couldn't stay hard. He was able to cum, but with his penis only half hard while inside her, their sex didn't satisfy her at all. Didn't Michael find her desirable anymore? They hadn't played their game since that terrible evening with Dick and Mona. Was that it? Could Michael only get excited when they played the game?

Sunday morning came, and Jen stepped out of the shower and went into the bedroom, planning to dress casually in jeans and a sweater. When she got to the bedroom she found Michael laying out an outfit.

She picked up the mini-skirt Michael had selected. "Michael, I'm not wearing this. It's too short. Remember, you said this was just a football game. We're not playing the game today. Anyway, it's too chilly for a skirt this short."

Michael grinned. "I know, that's why I laid out these tights. They'll keep you warm. And it's a wool skirt. Besides, you'll be wearing a coat."

Jen felt the cashmere sweater Michael had picked out. It was silkier and more form fitting than the one she had in mind. Michael had also laid out a lacy push up bra and a matching silk thong. She shook her head. "Michael, I don't want to play the game today. You said it was just a football game."

"Jen, why not?" Michael asked, disappointed. "What's the harm? Listen, Randy's invited us to a pre-game party in one of the suites. We can play the game with guys there. You don't have to flirt with Randy, you can ignore him if you want. Besides, I'll be next to you the entire game, he won't be able to do anything but look."

Jen sighed. "Michael ..." She was frustrated, but she knew Michael wouldn't let up. With a shrug, she put on the clothes Michael wanted. "Maybe sex will be better tonight if we play a little," Jen thought, consoling herself.

"Wow, you look great," Michael admired as his wife entered their family room. Jen's clingy, off-white cashmere sweater hugged her small breasts. It was so sheer it clearly revealed the outline of her bra. Her short plaid skirt wonderfully showed off her long shapely legs. Jen's off-white cotton tights and low heeled, ankle-strap Mary Janes gave her an enticing school-girl look. 

At the pre-game party, Jen mingled while Michael chatted with Randy. In no time she was surrounded by a group of single guys. With the beer and alcohol flowing freely, the guys became bolder and bolder. Jen flirted a little, and she allowed some touching. She stole a few glances at her husband, and was pleased to see he was watching with a big smile on his face. Randy was watching too, which made Jen shiver. 

"Jen is truly beautiful," Randy said to Michael as they watched her surrounded by the single guys. "You're really lucky to have her."

"Thanks, I know," Michael said almost absentmindedly, without taking his eyes off his wife. He seemed to have forgotten that Randy was there.

Randy studied Michael, whose attention was focused clearly on his wife and the guys around her. Instead of being jealous or angry, Michael seemed to be enjoying the attention Jen was getting from the single guys.

"You like watching Jen, don't you?"

Michael's attention was suddenly drawn back to Randy. "What?"

Randy smiled. "I said, I think you like it when Jen flirts with other guys."

"Er, no, no I don't," Michael lied. "I mean, it's not a matter of liking or disliking it. I'm just not the jealous type."

"It's okay, Michael, you don't need to get defensive," Randy said, still smiling. "Someday I'll get married, and when I do, I hope my wife flirts with other guys, just like Jen. I mean, it's hot, right?"

"Well ... yeah, it is," Michael admitted cautiously.

Michael was happy when the game started. He hadn't planned on such a frank talk with Randy. Still, Randy was understanding, and didn't try to take advantage of the situation. Michael found himself liking Randy even more.

Jen was anxious as they went to their seats. Randy had seen her flirting with all those guys. Would he try to throw it into her face? But Randy never mentioned it. In fact, he was pleasant the entire afternoon, even fun to be with. What was up? 



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 09



"Want another beer?" Randy said.

Michael looked at his watch. "Okay, one more. Then I've got to get home." Since the football game, Michael and Randy had become fast friends, going out at least once a week for a beer.

"How's work?" Randy asked.

Michael shook his head. "Not that great. One of my clients is pissed at me."

"Hey, I'm sure it'll work itself out. Anyway, my offer still stands. If you want, I'll send my taxes to you."

Michael looked unsure. "Thanks, but I usually don't do work for friends."

Randy shrugged. "That's cool. Just let me know if you change your mind."

"Look over there," Randy said, abruptly changing the subject. He motioned to a pretty blonde dancing with a big black guy. 

Michael admired the blonde's petite figure and shapely legs. She looked a little like Jen, although older. Then he remembered. "Hey, didn't that girl come in with her husband about an hour ago?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying," Randy said. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Look over there. No, back there. That's her husband, right?"

"Yeah, I think you're right," Michael said, his heart starting to beat faster. "He's watching his wife dance with the black guy."

A slow song began, and Michael and Randy watched as the black man took the blonde into his arms. The black man slowly seduced the blonde wife, his hands gently caressing her back and then moving downward towards her shapely behind. The black man pulled the blonde to him, so her stomach pressed against his crotch. He whispered something in her ear, and then his lips trailed along her cheek. As they spoke their lips were almost touching, and from time to time their lips did touch. The blonde looked flustered when the song finally ended. The black man took the blonde's hand and lead her back to the table where her husband sat. After a few minutes of small talk, the husband whispered into his wife's ear. The wife, looking shyly at her lap, nodded. The husband grinned and said something to the black man, and the three of them got up and left the bar, the wife between her husband and the black man.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Randy finally said.

Michael coughed, his throat dry. He took a gulp of his beer. "I don't know," he said, "what are you thinking?"

"Oh come on, don't play dumb. It's clear. Husband and wife come into a bar together. She flirts and dances with a stranger, with her husband's permission. She's smitten by the stranger, and so they go to a hotel room so the black guy can fuck the wife's brains out, while the husband watches. Isn't that what we just saw?"

Michael shrugged. "Could be? Who knows?"

Randy looked at Michael skeptically. "Sooooo ...," Randy continued. "Is that what you and Jen do?"

Michael was ready for Randy's question. He looked blankly at Randy. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, Michael. You told me you like watching Jen flirt with other guys. I know you take her to the Hudson Bar, a notorious pick-up place. Come on, level with me, I promise not to tell Jen. Do you and Jen play games, like we just saw?"

Michael thought a moment, thinking about what to say. He knew Randy might be using him to get into Jen's pants. But then, isn't that what he wanted, to see Jen sleep with Randy? 

"Okay, I admit it," Michael finally said. "Sometimes we go out, and I watch while she flirts with other guys. It's a spark to our sex lives. It's harmless, no one gets hurt."

Randy laughed. "Hey, man, I'm not judging you. I think it's cool. Like I said before, when I get married I hope I'm as lucky as you, to have a wife like Jen who likes to do things like that."

"Do you guys ... you know ... does Jen sleep with other guys?"

Michael shook his head. "No, but ... we've talked about it. This is mostly my thing, but ... well ... she might be open to it, if the right guy came along."

"And you'd be okay with that?"

Michael shrugged. "Like I've said, I'm not the jealous type. Jen may be married to me, but that doesn't mean she's dead. If she's attracted to some guy ... well, I'm fine with that. I mean, you only live once, right?"

Randy clinked his glass to Michael's. "Amen to that, brother."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"What a day," Michael lamented two weeks later as he sat down and picked up the menu.

"What happened?" Jen asked. Their conversation was interrupted as the waiter took their drink orders.

"We lost a big client today." Michael put his face in his hands. "What's worst, it was because of a mistake I made."

Looking concerned, Jen took her husband's hands in hers. "Michael, I'm so sorry. Don't be upset, I'm sure everything will work out."

"I don't think so," Michael said, looking inconsolable. "This is the second client I've lost this month. I'm sorry, honey, but I might even get fired."

Jen squeezed her husband's hands tighter. "It's okay, honey. With that big bonus I got, we'll be fine."

Michael shook his head. "I feel like such a failure," Michael said sadly.

Jen felt terrible seeing her husband so sad. "Michael, you're not a failure, not at all. Honey, come on, don't be so down, it'll get better." She hated seeing him like this. Lately things were going bad for him at work, and he was constantly depressed.

Making a decision, she squeezed her husband's hands again. "I know," she whispered conspiratorially, mustering as much excitement in her voice as she could. "Let's play a game tonight."

Michael looked up. "I don't know," he said hesitantly. 

"Oh, come on honey," she said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "We haven't played the game since that disaster date with Dick. I mean, not including the football game with Randy, which really doesn't count. So come on, let's play, I really want to. Please?"

"Really, you do?"

"Oh yeah," she said, trying to sound sultry. She crossed her fingers under the table. "I miss it." 

Michael signed. "I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm in the mood."

Now Jen was really concerned. He must really be upset, if he didn't want to play the game. She felt guilty. Maybe she wasn't being convincing enough. Maybe he could tell she still had misgivings after the date with Dick.

Jen knew she had to help Michael out of this funk. She glanced around, making sure no one was looking. "I know how to get you in the mood," she whispered with a sly smile. She took a deep breath, and then brought her hands to her blouse. She quickly undid one button, and then another. She glanced around again. Thankfully no one had seen.

Michael finally smiled. "So, what game are we going to play tonight?"

Before Jen could answer the waiter arrived with their drinks. Jen took a quick sip of her Cosmopolitan to steel her nerves. Then she innocently leaned over slightly, pretending to study the menu. She pretended not to notice as the waiter stared down her blouse.

"Did you like that?" Jen asked after the waiter had left.

"What are you wearing under your blouse?" Michael asked excitedly.

Jen was happy to see that Michael had forgotten about the problems at work. "Um, well, let me think," she teased. "Oh, right, I remember ... I'm wearing that lacy black bra you bought me last month."

"You know, the demi bra ... the one that barely covers me," she said, drawing out the moment.

"Oh," Jen said innocently, pretending to be alarmed. "I hope he couldn't see my nipples. You know how sheer that bra is."

Jen let the moment linger. She had her husband's full attention. She remembered the other night, when he had worshipped her feet. So she extended her leg under the table and pressed her stiletto heel hard against her husband's foot. "So, do you think you're in the mood to play a game tonight?"

"What do you have in mind?" Michael almost coughed out, his throat dry, his breathing quickening.

Jen gave Michael a sexy, teasing look. "Well ...," she started, pretending to think. "Maybe ... maybe you could take me to a bar ... you know, one of those singles places you like so much ... and then ... we'd go in separately ... and then ... well, you'll have to watch to see what happens then."

Michael's smile grew wider. All thought of his problems at work were gone. "That sounds like a fun game. But you'll have to do something extra, to make it really fun."

"What?"

"Before we go, take off your bra."

"Um ... I'm not so sure that's a good idea," Jen said, concern creeping into her voice. "My blouse is too sheer for that."

Michael shrugged. "So what? Like you said, your bra barely covers you anyway. Besides, I'll take you someplace dark, so no one can see."

"But they'll be able to know I'm not wearing a bra ... if they touch me."

"I know," Michael said excitedly. "That's why this is a fun game."

"Well ...." Jen didn't want to go braless. But she liked seeing Michael so enthusiastic and happy again. Also, maybe this would help Michael stay extra hard in bed tonight. Besides, if they went someplace dark, no one would be able to see ... and so what if a guy found out she wasn't wearing a bra, a lot of girls go braless, right? It wasn't a sin or anything.

"Well, alright. I'll, uh ... I'll be right back," Jen said as she got up to go to the ladies room.

An hour later, Jen walking into Idol, another notorious singles pick-up bar. The bar wasn't as dark as Michael had promised, and she kept glancing down to see if her nipples were visible through her sheer silk blouse. She couldn't remember the last time she had gone braless. Maybe back in college, but then she always wore a sweater over her top. She had never been so exposed as now, with only the wispy material of her silk blouse covering her perky breasts.

"Hey, I know you," she heard a deep male voice. "Jen, my beautiful model friend who works in advertising."

Jen turned around to see Matt. She smiled at the sight of the familiar face. "Hi. I'm flattered you remembered my name, and where I work."

"Of course I remember. Dickstein Slater, right? How could I ever forget, you're so god damn beautiful."

Jen blushed at the compliment. "Thank you," she said, shyly avoiding Matt's eyes.

"Let me get you a drink. Cosmo, right?" 

Jen couldn't believe Matt remembered so much about her. She was flattered, the ego boost making her feel great. 

She had forgotten how good looking he was. "Tall, dark and handsome," she thought. They chatted, and Jen found herself enjoying Matt's company.

Still, she almost jumped when she felt Matt's hand on her back. He caressed her, right where her bra strap would be. "He can tell I'm not wearing a bra," she nervously thought to herself. She forced herself to remain calm. "Michael would want me to let Matt do this," she thought.

A slow song began. "Dance?" Matt asked, offering his hand. Jen nodded, and hesitantly took his hand. Jen continued to let Matt caress her back as he took her into his arms. His fingers slowly trailed up and down her back, each roundtrip seeming to emphasize her bralessness. Jen let Matt gradually pull her closer to him, until her braless breasts pressed against his chest. She felt uncomfortable in Matt's strong arms, but she knew Michael was watching, and enjoying the show she was giving him.

Taking Jen's inaction as permission, Matt gradually lead her across the bar, to a darkened hallway. Jen felt Matt get more and more excited, his hardness pressing against her tummy. 

"Jen, you're so sexy," he said as he touched his lips against hers. Jen's instinct was to pull away, but she caught herself. "Michael would want me to let Matt kiss me." Jen let Matt push his tongue into her mouth, and she even twirled her tongue around his.

Matt lead Jen further down the hallway, into a storeroom. Matt continued to French kiss Jen. Then he brought his hand up and cupped her breasts. "You're so fucking hot," he said as he squeezed her braless breasts through the silky material of her blouse. 

"Michael wants me to do this," Jen told herself, letting Matt fondle her, her nipples hardening with excitement. Matt felt Jen's nipples hardening and he rubbed them between his thumb and finger. "Ohhhh," she moaned. She felt it was wrong to enjoy it so much, but her body couldn't help but respond to Matt's touch. 

Matt deftly unbuttoned her blouse (she had re-buttoned it after taking off her bra). He took a moment to admire Jen's small, but shapely breasts. "Perfect," he said. He lowered his head and sucked on Jen's erect nipples. Jen clenched her eyes shut at the intense pleasure. "Ohhh gaaawd," she moaned, involuntarily wrapping her arms around Matt's head. Her mind flashed to her husband. "Michael would want me to ..."

Jen felt Matt reach under her mini-skirt. She felt his hands on her stocking tops, and then her garter straps. "Jen, you're so sexy!" Matt said as he tugged her garter straps. "You're the only girl I know who wears this." Matt's hands caressed her sensitive bare skin above her stockings. 

Jen gritted her teeth as Matt's fingers trailed up her naked thighs towards her lacy thong panties. This was going too far. With effort she pushed his hands away. "No, Matt, no," she said between heavy breaths. "We have to stop."

"What's wrong?" 

"Just let me ... just let me catch my breath," Jen said, her bosom heaving. 

Matt grinned, then pulled Jen back into his arms. "That's alright, baby, take all the time you want, we have all night."

"No, no," Jen said, pulling away. She held up her left hand, showing her wedding and engagement rings. The diamonds sparkled in the storeroom light. "Matt, you know I'm married. I can't do this."

"It's alright, baby," he said, undeterred. "I have a lot of married friends. I can keep a secret."

Jen unreasonably felt a spark of jealousy. "Well then, why don't you call up one of your other 'married friends'?" Jen said as coldly as possible. "I'm leaving."

Matt laughed. "Come on, don't be mad." He pulled Jen to him. "I'd drop all those other girls for you in a second. You're fucking gorgeous. And ..." 

Matt reached down and trailed his fingers along her shapely stocking-clad legs.

"... you've got the best legs I've ever seen." 

Jen couldn't help smiling, charmed by Matt's flattery and boyish persistence. "Will you stop," she insisted, her scolding mixed with laughter. "I told you, I'm married. I can't cheat on my husband."

Matt leaned back against a crate. "Jen, you can't do this to me," he said, partly joking, but partly serious. He motioned at the large tent in his pants. "You can't leave me like this -- not again!"

Jen laughed at Matt's good humored frustration. "Well, you could call up one of your other 'married friends'," she teased. "Or a cold shower might help."

"Jen, I'm serious," Matt said. He took Jen's hand and placed it over his hard-on. "You can't leave me like this. Not again. You have to help me out here."

Jen couldn't help noticing how big Matt was. She couldn't help being -- a little -- curious by his size. "Um ... well ... what do you want me to do?" she asked against her better judgment.

Seeing his chance, Matt quickly unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Jen's eyes grew wide. She had never seen anything so big. Matt wrapped Jen's hand around his cock. He was so thick her fingers didn't touch. 

"Just ... play with me a little," he said.

Jen felt a mixture of fear and fascination. Her instinct was to run. She wanted to run. But she heard a little voice in her head. "Michael would want me to do this."

She slowly stroked Matt, first with one hand. Then with two. To her amazement, he got even bigger. And he was so hard. So very hard. Like granite.

"Yeah, like that baby," Matt said. He reached into Jen's open blouse and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples. "Just like that."

Jen moaned. Her nipples had always been so sensitive, like a direct connection to her clit. Seeing Jen's weakness, Matt kissed Jen's neck and ran a tongue along her ear. Jen squirmed from the pleasure, reflexively releasing hold of his penis. But Matt grabbed her hand and guided her back to him. Matt ran his lips along Jen's cheek, and then touched her lips. Jen reflexively opened her mouth, and Matt pushed in his tongue.

Matt's hands wandered under Jen's skirt. He touched her panties, making Jen jump with electric pleasure. "Jen, you're so wet. Let me fuck you, come on. You want it as much as I do."

"No no," Jen said with her last remnants of will power. "No, Matt, I told you, I can't ... I can't cheat on Michael."

"Okay, okay," Matt said, resigned. "But at least go down on me." He put his hands on Jen's shoulders, gently urging her to her knees. "Come on. Please. Just a little."

Jen hesitated. This was wrong. She was married. Things had already gone too far. 

Then she thought of her husband. Was Michael here, hiding in the shadows, watching them? A thrilling chill ran down her spine. Knowing what her husband would want, and that he might be watching at that very moment, Jen let Matt push her to her knees.

Jen was face level with Matt's cock. She held it with both hands. It was long. And thick. Pre-cum oozed from its head. 

"Lick it," Matt urged her.

Jen hesitated again. But she knew Michael wanted her to. She remembered what Michael said the other day, before her date with Dick. "Do what you want ... I won't be upset, no matter what happens."

Jen knew what her husband wanted her to do. And a part of her ... a part of her wanted it to. She was fascinated by Matt's size. 

She cautiously extended her tongue and grazed the bulbous head of Matt's cock. She tentatively twirled the tip of her tongue on his cock head, eliciting a low moan from Matt. Jen hesitantly ran her tongue along Matt's pre-cum, tasting him. 

Jen wasn't an expert at sucking cock, but she wasn't a prude, either. She went down on her husband regularly, and had shared the pleasure of her warm mouth and soft tongue with past boyfriends. But she had never had anyone as big as Matt.

Matt seemed to sense this. "Just take as much as you can. I won't push," he assured her.

Jen adjusted herself, sliding her knees across the floor. She felt her nylons run, around her knees, but she needed to position herself to take Matt into her mouth. 

Jen formed an O with her mouth. Her heart pounded, and her head swirled with mixed feelings of excitement and reluctance. She felt she was about to break her wedding vows. But she thought again of her husband, and of what he wanted. "Just pretend it's Michael," she thought.

With that comforting thought, Jen closed her eyes, and pulled Matt's cock to her soft lips.

But it wasn't Michael, Jen realized immediately. While Jen could easily take her husband's entire erect penis in her mouth, she couldn't even swallow Matt's cock head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and with an effort, she was able to take Matt's cock head in her mouth. 

But she panicked, not able to breathe. She pulled him out, gasping for breath. Randy has seen this happen before with other girls. "Try again," he urged her. "Breathe through your nose."

Jen looked uncertain. But her competitive fires were urging her to try again. She opened as wide as she could and again eased Matt's cock head into her mouth. She reflexively wanted to breathe through her mouth, but she forced herself to breathe through her nose. It worked, and after a little bit her confidence grew. She swallowed a little more, but his cock was so thick there was no way she could take much more.

She remembered watching x-rated films with Michael (he liked the Wife Watching series), and how the actresses were able to take huge cocks down their throats. She maneuvered on the concrete floor, trying to find the right angle. She felt her stockings tearing against the rough concrete as she slid on the floor.

Jen tried to swallow more of Matt, but there was no way. He was too thick, and she knew she'd gag if she tried to stuff more of his cock in her mouth. 




Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 09



But after giving dozens of blowjobs to her husband and past boyfriends, Jen knew what to do. While keeping his cock head in her mouth, she licked the underside of his rod. She also pumped his shaft with her soft hands. 

Then she looked up, her greenish-blue eyes looking right into Matt's.

It was too much for Matt to take. He could tell Jen wasn't an expert, but that made it more exciting. His cock in her warm mouth, feeling her soft tongue. Her soft, petite hands around his shaft, carefully stroking him. And then seeing her look up at him, seeing her gorgeous face framed by her long blonde hair, seeing her sweet, almost innocent eyes looking into his. It was too much for Matt to take.

"I'm cumming," Matt groaned.

Jen's eyes grew wide in alarm. She quickly pulled Matt's cock from her mouth. She continued to stroke him, her hands moving faster over his shaft, but she pointed his cock to the side. 

Soon Matt tensed and grunted, his cock pulsed and he shot stream after stream of thick milky cum on some crates. He spasmed so violently it was all Jen could do to hold onto his shaft without accidentally hurting him with her manicured nails.

Finally Matt stopped cumming. Not knowing what else to do, Jen smiled awkwardly at him, and kissed his half hard penis. She got to her feet. She saw that her nylons were ruined.

She held her hands to her side, not knowing what to do. She needed to fix her clothes, but her hands were covered in Matt's pre-cum and her own saliva.

"Here," Matt said, recognizing her problem. He pulled out his shirt from his pants and gallantly offered his shirt tails.

"Thanks," Jen said appreciatively, and wiped her hands.

Jen's hands went to her blouse, but Matt stopped her before she could do the buttons. He eased a hand into her blouse and flicked one of Jen's erect nipples with his thumb. Jen, not having cum yet and her body on fire, almost leaped out of her high heels. 

"Let me go down on you," Matt said. "I promise I won't try to fuck you."

Jen believed Matt. And her body was on fire, craving an orgasm. But she felt that, while it was okay to give pleasure to Matt (with Michael's blessing), receiving pleasure from a man other than her husband crossed the line. Maybe she could stay true to her wedding vows if she allowed only her husband to bring her to orgasm.

"No ... um ... that's okay," she said with some regret. She reached again to button her blouse. "I better go."

But Matt stopped her again. "Let me look one more time," he said as he opened her blouse. "You have incredible legs," Matt said as he gazed at Jen's shapely breasts. "But your tits are even better." He was being honest, even though he preferred large breasted women.

Jen sensed Matt's sincerity, and blushed. "Thanks," she said.

Then, to her surprise, Matt began buttoning Jen's blouse. This caring gesture made Jen feel good. 

As Matt zipped his pants, Jen pulled down her skirt. She hurriedly ran her fingers through her hair and fixed her makeup. She looked at her legs. Her stockings were scuffed and severely laddered, especially around her knees. She considered taking them off, but she didn't want to pull up her skirt and unsnap the hose from her garter belt in front of Matt. 

"Um, well, I better go," she said.

"Can I see you again? Can I get your phone number?"

Jen weakly smiled, and held up her left hand. "Married, remember?"

Matt smiled, knowing he had gotten as much as he could hope to get from this beautiful married girl He handed Jen his card. "Well, maybe if you ever become unmarried."

Jen hesitated for a second, and then took his card. "Okay, but ... I don't think that'll ever happen."

Feeling awkward, she raised up on her tip toes and kissed Matt softly on the cheek. "Bye."

"Bye," he said. "I'll wait here a few minutes, to give you some cover."

Jen wasn't sure what he meant. But understanding hit her as soon as she left the storeroom and re-entered the bar. It seemed everyone was looking at her. She realized with alarm that people had seen her go into the storeroom with Matt. Now they were all whispering and laughing at her. A group of laughing girls cattily pointed at Jen's legs. "Oh my god," Jen thought, remembering how laddered her stockings were around her knees. "They know I went down on Matt."

Men hungrily leered at her. Jen's body was still on fire, and she remembered she was braless. Tears of humiliation formed in her eyes. "God, they probably can see my nipples." 

Jen blushed a scarlet red, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. She exited the bar as fast as she could, and took a taxi home.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 10



Jen pulled Michael to her as soon as he entered their condo. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged.

Her body burned with desire. She needed Michael inside her. She needed fucked, an orgasm.

Michael needed it too. He hadn't been in the storeroom. But he watched Matt seduce her on the dance floor. He watched, like many others, as Matt lead Jen into the darken hallway, and into the storeroom. He watched as Jen came out of the storeroom, her hair and clothes disheveled. Her stockings scuffed and laddered at her knees. HER KNEES! Michael almost came right then. "Oh my god," he thought, his head spinning. "Jen gave that guy a blow job!"

On the way home, as he followed Jen's taxi, Michael's head spun in disbelief. "My wife went down on another man," he repeated again and again in his mind. "What else did she do? Did she swallow his cum?"

"Did she fuck him?"

Michael's cock throbbed. He was so hard it hurt. He couldn't resist. On the way home he masturbated, careful to catch his sperm in a tissue. "I'll last longer this way," he reasoned, feeling a little guilty.

Michael wrapped his arms around his wife and they passionately kissed. Jen wrapped her leg around Michael's waist, dry humping him.

"God, she's so hot, like a bitch in heat," Michael thought savagely.

They fell onto the sofa and Michael quickly pushed Jen's skirt around her waist. He reached down and fingered her, her panties soaking.

"Fuck me," Jen begged. "Fuck me."

Michael pulled out his hard dick. He pulled Jen's panties aside and penetrated her with a single thrust.

"Yeah, give it to me," she urged with a throaty moan.

Michael ripped open Jen's blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. He roughly groped her tits. "Did he touch you here? Did he touch your breasts?" 

"Yeah," Jen admitted. "He touched me there ... He touched my breasts."

Michael felt his dick get harder. He pressed his cheek against Jen, and hissed into her ear. "Did you suck him? Did you put his cock in your mouth?"

"Yeah ... yeah," Jen said, her body burning.

"Did he ...," Michael began, his excitement so great he almost couldn't form the words. "Did he fuck you?" Michael held his breath, not sure what he wanted to hear. Had Jen satisfied his greatest fantasy? Had she fucked another man?

"No, but ... he wanted to. He tried to ..."

Michael pressed his eyes tightly closed, feeling both relief and disappointment. Oh god, it almost happened. Almost! But she let another man fondle her naked breasts! She put another man's cock in her mouth!

Then suddenly, despite his excitement, despite the fire in his body, the unthinkable happened. Michael's dick got soft.

Jen felt it immediately. "No, no, no!" she silently pleaded. "No!"

Michael got half hard. He silently cursed himself for masturbating on the way home. He slowed down his thrusting, to keep from falling out. "It's okay, honey, just give me a minute."

He slowly stroked Jen, trying to get hard again. He wished he hadn't masturbated in the car. "Maybe you better play with yourself."

No, that's not what Jen wanted. She couldn't cum from intercourse alone, she had never been able to. But she wanted to be fucked really hard, to be pounded, before playing with herself. Her body ached, it needed a hard fucking.

But she didn't want to hurt Michael. "Okay," she said, trying to keep the frustration from her voice. 

Michael ran his finger tips along Jen's shapely legs, feeling her garter belt, her stocking tops, her silky nylons. Usually that helped him get hard again. His fingers ran down Jen's thighs, and then to her knees. He felt something unusual. He looked, and the sight took his breath away.

He saw Jen's ruined nylons, scuffed and laddered at her knees. This visually reminder of what his wife had done that evening -- getting on her knees and sucking off another man -- was too much for Michael. Although his dick was still not completely hard, his body reflexively lurched, and he came.

"Noooooooo," Jen silently cried. She hadn't had time to make herself cum. Her frustration and yearnings grew as she felt Michael's dick grow even softer, and slip out of her.

"I'm sorry," Michael said after catching his breath. He slid between her legs. "Let me finish you," Michael offered, and he lowered his head to Jen's pussy.

Jen reached orgasm quickly. But it was weak and unsatisfying, not nearly enough to satiate her body after what she had done with Matt. Worst, Michael wasn't able to get hard again, something that surprised Jen given the events of the evening. She didn't know Michael had masturbated as he drove home from the bar, or that he had also masturbated earlier that day in his office.

Regret hit Jen the next day. She cried and begged Michael to forgive her. She hadn't meant for it to go so far with Matt. 

Michael hugged and kissed her tears away. "I'm okay with last night, what you did," he assured her. "I'm more than okay, I'm thrilled with last night. I'm thrilled by you. I love you so much."

They made love, and their lovemaking filled Jen's heart with joy. It assured her that Michael wasn't mad and he still loved her. And Michael stayed hard the entire time, so it helped satisfy her body's needs and cravings caused by what she had done the night before.

Michael couldn't wait for the next time they played their game. Might Jen go all the way? 

But Jen's misgivings grew and grew. This wasn't right. A normal couple didn't do these types of things. And she couldn't forget her humiliation at the bar, as people laughed and pointed at her. God, what if someone they knew had been there? That had never been a problem before. Then, her flirting was harmless, and if a friend saw she could easily blame it on a little too much to drink. But the other night? Necking in a darkened hallway, letting a strange man feel her up, going into a storeroom with the guy -- then coming out with her stockings torn at her knees, having clearly gone down on the guy. There was no way she could explain that away.

These thoughts were on her mind when she came home from work late. She found Michael at the table with a pile of papers around him.

"Hi honey," she said, kissing her husband. "What's this?"

"Randy's financial papers from last year. I decided to take his work."

Jen's interest was instantly peaked. "Oh, um ... can I take a peak?" She felt guilty for asking, and it showed on her face.

Michael laughed. "Just don't tell him I let you," he said conspiratorially.

Jen sat down and studied the papers, growing amazed as she turned the pages. Randy was rich, and it wasn't from family money. He was a self made man. The papers made clear his financial brilliance. Jen was impressed. She knew he was a rising star at her company, but she never imagined he was so brilliant. 

Jen looked up when she felt her husband's hand on hers, his face smiling.

"So ... do you want to play the game tomorrow night?" 

Jen had been dreading this moment. "Um ... Michael ... I don't know. We just played last week ..."

"I know, and it was so much fun, and you were great."

"Michael, I don't know. I'm worried we'll run into someone we know."

"I know, I know," Michael said excitedly. "I've thought of that. I think we should go to Philly ... maybe even DC ... we can make a weekend of it."

"Michael ... I don't know about the game. I'm having second thoughts about it. It's too dangerous. Look at what happen last week. What might have happened."

"What are you saying?" his concern growing. He looked crestfallen. "You want to stop playing the game?"

Jen looked into her husband's brown, puppy dog eyes, and her heart melted.

"Um ... no ... I'm not saying that. It's just ... I mean, even in Philly we might run into someone we know. I'd be mortified if that happened. And even if that didn't happen ... I mean, I might meet someone like Dick. I could get hurt. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No, no," Michael said quickly. "But, well ... what do you want to do?"

Jen took her husband's hands in hers. She smiled encouragingly. "Let's just take a break from the game. We'll figure something out." 

Michael looked crestfallen. "Well ... okay," he reluctantly agreed. 

Jen felt relieved, but tried not to show it. She hoped this was a phase Michael was going through, and with time he'd get over it. She hoped so, anyway.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The next two months were bad for Jen. Sex with Michael decreased to once or twice a week. He didn't seem interested -- certainly not nearly as much as when they were playing the game -- and when they had sex he couldn't always stay hard. 

It upset her. Didn't Michael find her desirable anymore? It seemed like Michael needed the game to get excited.

Their decreased sex life wasn't enough to satisfy her longings. Despite her misgivings, her memories of playing the game were burning embers in her body, making her body ache for satisfaction. She continued to dress alluringly at work, and flirt a little. It helped her career. Her flirting prompted touching, though, from men she worked with and male clients. Harmless touching, like a hand on her arm or back. Sometimes her knee. The touching fueled the fires in her body. 

Michael and Randy went out for a beer once or twice week. Jen suspected Randy's intentions, but he and Michael seemed to be fast friends. Randy treated her nicer at work. He hadn't touched her since she chastised him, although he often ogled her with his eyes.

Jen didn't often go when Michael and Randy went out, but tonight she made an exception because it was Randy's birthday.

"Do you know any single girls?" Randy asked after they ordered their drinks. "I need a date next weekend."

"What's up?" Michael said.

"An old girl friend is getting married, and she invited me to the wedding. All my friends from college will be there. The last thing I want is to go there alone. They'd be laughing behind my back all night long."

"You don't have a girl friend?" Jen asked, surprised.

"No," Randy said, looking into Jen's eyes. "All the good ones have already been taken."

Jen blushed, looking away. "Well ... you must know some girls. Can't you ask them?"

Randy shrugged. "She's got to be beautiful. A real knock out. I want to impress my friends." Randy smiled. "Jen, you don't have a twin, do you?" 

Jen blushed again, and laughed nervously. Michael's cock twitched as he watched Randy flirt with his wife.

"I have an idea," Michael said.

Jen and Randy looked at him.

Michael smiled. "Okay, you're going to think this is crazy. But what if Jen goes as your date?"

Jen's jaw dropped. "What?"

Michael shrugged, still smiling. "It's just an idea. You'd pretend to be Randy's date at the wedding."

Randy nodded. "It's all right by me. You'd be the prettiest girl there, by far. All my friends would be envious."

Jen was flattered by the compliment, but had no intention of spending that much time alone with Randy. She shook her head. "You two are crazy."

"Jen, what's the harm? You'd be helping Randy out."

Randy nodded in agreement. "You'd really be doing me a major favor."

Jen shook her head. "I don't think so. Randy, I'd like to help, but I don't think this is a good idea. I'll try to think of a friend who might be able to help you."

Jen was furious when they got home. "Michael, how could you make an offer like that, without checking with me first?"

"Randy needs help ..."

"Michael, don't even try," Jen said frustrated. "Be honest. This isn't about helping Randy. It's about me playing the game with Randy."

"No, it IS about helping Randy," Michael insisted. "But ... well ... would it be terrible to play the game again?"

"Michael, we said we'd stop playing the game for awhile."

"And we have. We haven't played for months. But Randy is the perfect guy to play the game with."

Disbelief filled Jen's pretty face. "No he's not. For goodness sake, I work with him. He's a senior executive."

"I know, that's why he's perfect. He can't tell anyone. Senior executives aren't supposed to date people who work for them. And he can't be a jerk like Dick, because you can cry sexual harassment. Besides, Randy and I are friends. He won't hurt you."

Jen looked skeptical. "Michael, have you thought the only reason Randy is friends with you is because he's trying to get to me? I mean, he hasn't done anything lately, but remember? He made passes at me."

"Honey, I'm not that stupid," Michael assured her. "Have you considered the only reason I hang with Randy is to make sure he's a good guy for you to date?"

Jen looked dumbstruck. "What?"

Michael took his wife's hands. "Jen, you know what my fantasies are, right? I want to see you in the arms of another man. I can't explain why I'm like that. I don't know myself. But that's how I am." 

"But it's not just for me. It's for you, too. I want someone who can satisfy you sexually."

"Michael. I don't need anyone else. All I need is you."

Michael shook his head. "Honey, don't lie to me. And don't lie to yourself. It's your turn to be honest."

Jen put her head in her hands. "No, Michael, no. Don't make me do this."

"Jen, Randy is the perfect guy. He's attracted to you. And you're attracted to him, don't lie. He's a nice guy, so he won't hurt you. But even if he's fooling me and he's not really a nice guy, he still won't hurt you because you work at the same place."

"Go to the wedding with Randy. Be his date. What's the harm?"

Jen shook her head. She could think of a lot of things that could go wrong if she went to the wedding with Randy. 

But something was already wrong with their marriage. They were stuck in a rut, and somehow they needed to get to the next step. Jen didn't know what the next step was. All she knew is she wanted to make her marriage with Michael work. 

She finally took her head out of her hands. "If I ... if I go as Randy's date ... well, what are you expecting me to do?"

"I mean, is it enough that I just flirt with him a little ... or are you expecting me to do more?"

Michael took his wife's hands again. "Honey, I want you to do whatever you want to do. Whatever comes natural. That's all."

Jen slowly nodded her head. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she and Randy could just go as friends, and keep it at that. If it made Michael happy ...

"Okay," Jen finally said. "I guess I'll do it."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Jen sat nervously next to Randy in the back seat of his BMW sedan, as Tommy drove the two hours to the wedding.

"Listen, Jen," Randy said. "I really appreciate this. I owe you."

Jen shrugged. "That's okay. I'd want to impress my old friends too. I remember at my five year high school reunion ... the cheerleader captain wanted us to wear our uniforms to the dinner. I was terrified I wouldn't look as good as I used to."

"You were a cheerleader?" He looked at Jen's long shapely legs. "I bet you looked great in your cheerleader uniform."

Jen smiled weakly, feeling uncomfortable with Randy's eyes on her legs.

"Randy, I don't know what Michael told you, but ... well, we're just friends, okay? I'll pretend to be your date tonight, but we're just friends. Okay?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Randy quickly said. "I keep saying stupid things around you. I don't know what it is. I have no problem talking to big clients and company presidents, but I always feel like an idiot when I'm around you. So I end up saying stupid things."

"What?" Jen asked, mystified.

Randy shrugged, looking embarrassed. "I'm not sure what it is. I feel like an idiot when I'm around you."

"Why?" Jen asked softly.

Randy looked even more embarrassed. "Well ... because you're so god damn beautiful. I've never met anyone like you. Great looks, great personality. The whole package."

Jen blushed, flattered and embarrassed. An awkward silence followed, and they spent the rest of the trip in silence.

The wedding ceremony was uneventful, and soon they were at the reception. "Listen, I'm sorry I embarrassed you in the car," Randy said as they were served drinks. "I was just trying to apologize to you. For the things I said, back when you were trying to close that big deal."

"That's alright," Jen said, sipping her drink. She was disarmed, and a little charmed, by Randy's confessions. But also wary.

Since she was pretending to be his date, Jen let Randy hold her hand as he introduced her to his friends, and let Randy put his arm around her. When the music started, they danced along with all the other couples.

Jen felt uncomfortable in Randy's arms, so close to him. She couldn't help noticing how handsome Randy looked in his expensive tailored suit. The single girls in the office described Randy as gorgeous, and they were right. They'd be envious if they saw her now. Also, in his arms and so close to him, she couldn't help noticing how strong and muscular he felt. 

Then she felt something else. Something hard pushing against her stomach. Randy looked at her embarrassed. "Sorry about that," he said, pulling back so his tented pants stopped pressing against her. He grinned sheepishly. "What can I say? I'm a guy, and you look incredible tonight."

Jen smiled, but didn't say anything. Inside, though, she beamed at the compliment. Jen had wanted to dress conservatively at the wedding. Michael argued for something more alluring, since she was there to impress Randy's friends. Jen finally decided on something in between.

She wore a black dress with a conservative, high neckline, not revealing any cleavage. But it was clingy, hugging her breasts and shapely behind. It was also short, ending a few inches above her knees. Her slim, shapely legs were wonderfully exposed, and her 4 inch stilettos made them look even more enticing.

As they danced, Randy couldn't help rubbing against her from time to time. Jen flushed. He felt big. She felt the beginnings of a familiar tingling. She tried to will it away, but as Randy's hard-on rubbed against her, the tingling between her legs only grew. 

Jen was thankful when they called dinner. Their table was so crowded they had to sit close together, their legs almost touching, the tension between them growing by the forced intimacy, and the inadvertent touching of Randy's leg against Jen's. 

The dinner music was loud. To hear they had to speak into each other's ears. Jen almost shivered each time she felt Randy's hot breath in her ear. Since they were pretending to be a couple, Jen didn't object when Randy put his arm around her. She felt enveloped in his musky, man cologne. 

Somewhere between entrée and dessert, Randy put his hand on Jen's thigh. "No, stop," Jen said softly, not wanting to attract attention. "Just friends, remember?"

Randy rubbed the bump caused by Jen's garter belt. He smiled. "My friends are probably surprised I've been able to keep my hands off you this long. Remember, we're pretending to be a couple."

"Well, you've touched me, so now you can stop."

"Jen, don't you think Michael would want you to let me touch you?"

Jen looked surprised. She always wondered what they talked about, but she didn't think Randy would tell her anything. "What did Michael say to you?"

Randy caressed Jen's thigh. "He said you could do anything you wanted tonight. We could do anything we wanted."

Jen felt betrayed by her husband. "Well ... I want you to take your hand off my leg," she said as icily as possible. Chastised, Randy took his hand away. But the tingling between Jen's legs wouldn't go away.

Finally the reception ended. Randy and Jen went up to their suite. The wedding was too far away from home, there was no way they could return that evening. The suite had two bedrooms, and Jen immediately went into her room and locked the door. She sat on the edge of the bed, almost shaking. She fumed at Michael. What else had he said? 




Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 10



Her body burned. God, she was so hot. Sex with Michael hadn't been satisfying lately. Since she agreed to go to the wedding with Randy, Michael had been constantly excited, and they had sex almost every night. But Michael often came too fast. Or he couldn't stay completely hard. She suspected he masturbated too much. But whatever the reason, sex with her husband wasn't satisfying the needs of her body.

Tonight had only fueled the fires inside her. Jen couldn't deny it, she was attracted to him. His openness and apologies disarmed and charmed her. And he was gorgeous, tall, broad shouldered, and so handsome. Being so close to him, for so long. In his strong arms, his fingers touching her. And he felt so big, and hard ...

"Enough!" Jen thought, violently shaking her head. She wanted to go home, but that wasn't possible. She decided to go to sleep. She'd throw cold water into her face, maybe even take a cold shower, and then curl into the soft sheets and blankets.

She hesitantly unlocked and opened the door, and peeked into the sitting room. It was dark. Randy's door was closed. Maybe he had gone to bed, or gone downstairs to join post-wedding partiers at the hotel bar. Jen tiptoed in her heels to the bathroom. The door was slightly cracked open, the light on. She peeked inside, and her eyes grew wide.

Randy was at the sink, washing his face, naked except for his boxer briefs. Jen's breathing quickened as she gazed at his lean, muscular body. Jen couldn't move, unable to take her eyes of Randy's sculpted body. His body was amazing, like Adonis, like the David. 

Then Jen's eyes fell to Randy's crotch, and her breathe caught in her throat. His boxer briefs fit him like a second skin, clearly outlining his penis. Jen's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt herself getting wet.

It was huge. Long and thick. Like a pylon running down his leg. Ending in a large, bulbous cock head.

And he wasn't even hard.

Jen forced herself to step back. She had to remind herself to breath. She ran back to her room and closed the door. Her heart pounded in her chest. 

Jen was 25, and in her life she had seen twelve penises. Her husband, of course. Three boys in high school. Seven in college. And Matt. 

Of the twelve, Michael was about average. Okay, she forced herself to admit, a little smaller than average. Matt was off the charts. 

Randy looked bigger than Matt.

Jen shook, a sudden chill running through her. She crawled onto the bed. She was so horny. She needed some kind of relief.

She brought her hand to her bosom. She trailed her fingers across her breasts, around her nipples. They were so hard, she could feel them through the sheer material of her bra and dress. She reached down and gripped the hem of her dress. Then she pulled her dress up her legs, not stopping until it bunched around her waist. She spread her legs, her stiletto heels dragging across the bedspread. With one hand on her breast, she extended the other and touched her panties. They were soaking. 

She reached into her panties ... passed her trimmed landing strip ... and touched her clit. She moaned under her breath. She didn't want Randy to hear. As she kneaded her breast, she began rubbing her clit. It wouldn't take long. 

She couldn't help fantasizing about Randy. His handsome face. His muscular body. His long, thick cock.

Suddenly, her door opened. "Jen, are you alright? I thought I hear you ..."

Randy's heart leaped as he gawked at the sight before him, Jen's dress bunched around her waist, her long stockinged legs exposed and spread wide, a hand on her tits, the other down her panties. In two steps he was at the bed. 

"Randy, no," Jen protested, pushing down her skirt.

But there was no stopping Randy. Jen had bewitched him. He wanted her more than life itself.

He pushed her dress back up her legs, and then easily tore off her flimsy panties. He pushed her slim legs apart, taking a moment to admire Jen's thin pussy lips, hairless from her belly button to asshole except for a trimmed, narrow landing strip. He lowered his head until his lips almost touched her glistening pussy lips. She was wet, and her scent was sweet and enchanting.

"Randy, please, stop," Jen begged, trying to squeeze her legs together and push Randy away.

But Randy was too strong. He easily held her legs apart, one hand on each of her silky thighs. The he extended his tongue and attacked her pussy.

Jen tasted good. She was soaking, and tasted sweet. Randy licked her pussy lips using the flat of his tongue. Then he pushed the tip of his tongue into her, and licked up and down, his tongue grazing the underside of Jen's clit on each upward stroke.

"No, no," Jen said, but her protests were half-hearted. Her body, so long neglected, betrayed her good sense. She writhed under Randy's attacking tongue, her hands desperately clutching the bedspread. Randy so differed from Michael's slow, methodical, soft technique. Randy savagely attacked her pussy, pushing into her, roughly rubbing her clit with his tongue. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Jen cried, her head tossing from side to side. "I'm cumming!" Her back arched and her toes curled in her ankle strap heels. Pleasure exploded through her body, and as she came, Randy flicked his tongue harder and faster over Jen's clit, increasing the intensity and length of Jen's orgasm.

Jen lay panting for long moments, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Eventually she came back to her senses, and the reality of the situation hit her. She could only imagine how obscene she looked, with her dress bunched around her waist, her legs spread wide open, and her ripped panties lying someplace on the floor. She suddenly felt shy. She pushed her dress down and tried to squeeze her thighs together. 

But she couldn't, because Randy knelt between her legs. He moved up her body, until his face almost touched hers.

"No, Randy, please. I'm married. This is wrong."

"No it's not," he said, and then his lips were on hers. Jen tried to turn away, but he held her still, wrapping his fingers in her soft blonde hair. He edged his tongue into her mouth, overcoming her resistance, and danced his tongue around hers. 

Randy's lips and tongue were soft, surprising Jen. He was a good kisser, insistent yet passionate, firm yet tender. Again Jen's body betrayed her. Knowing it was wrong, she began to return Randy's kisses, pressing her lips against his, opening her mouth, allowing Randy's tongue to roam freely. 

Randy reached underneath Jen, searching for the zipper of her dress. He found it and pulled it down. Jen felt what he was doing and panicked. She knew all was lost if she let him undress her.

"No, Randy, don't," she protested and tried to wiggle away. But Randy was too fast. With her dressed unzipped, he quickly pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms. Her skirt was now completely bunched around her waist, the filmy material looking like a belt. 

Randy studied the pretty blonde wife beneath him. He wanted to see her breasts. He craved it. They were the only part of Michael's wife he hadn't yet seen. Only her lacy demi-bra stood between his eyes and her naked tits.

Jen felt Randy's hands move under her. She felt him find the clasp of her bra, and expertly unsnap it. He quickly pulled the bra off her shoulders and down her arms, tossing the sexy lingerie on the floor.

Jen tried to cover her breasts, but Randy took her hands and firmly held them to her side. He took a moment to admire her beauty. Her breasts were amazing. So shapely, so full, so soft, so firm. Her nipples were long and hard, each surrounded by a dark, areola circle. They were small, but their smallness made Jen look even younger. With her pretty face framed by her soft blonde hair, and her small breasts, she almost looked like a young, innocent school girl.

Still holding her hands, Randy lowered his head and flicked Jen's nipple with his tongue. Then he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it. Jen's body tensed and writhed as Randy worked on her body. "Nooooo," she whined, but her protest came out like a moan, and she clenched her eyes shut as Randy rolled his tongue around her nipple. She didn't want to feel pleasure, but Randy knew just how to arouse her body. 

She gritted her teeth to stifle her moans, but soon she couldn't help herself. Randy brought his hands to Jen's breasts and he kneaded them as he sucked, his lips going from one nipple to the other, then back again, sucking, licking, flicking and rolling his tongue over Jen's sensitive flesh. Jen's moans came continuously as, for long minutes, Randy played with her sensitive breasts and nipples. 

The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, especially coming so soon after her orgasm. "Wait, wait," Jen begged. "I just need ... I just need a minute, to catch my breath," she said, gasping for air.

Randy took the opportunity to throw his robe to the floor. Then he shed his boxer briefs. Jen's eyes grew wide as she saw Randy's cock for the first time.

He was huge, bigger even than Matt. The shaft was thickly veined, and it curved slightly towards his hard stomach. The bulbous cock head was enormous and leaking pre-cum, and his balls were large and held in a tight sack. The skin was soft and completely unblemished. Jen had never seen anything like it.

Randy's hands gripped Jen's silky thighs, right on her lacy stocking tops. He pulled her towards him, his cock head dangerously close to her unprotected pussy.

Jen covered her bare pussy with her hands. "Please Randy ... don't ... I've never cheated on Michael."

Randy rubbed his cock over Jen's soft hands, smearing his pre-cum on her petite, manicured fingers. "Jen, this isn't cheating, and you know it. Michael wants you to do this. You know he does."

Randy took Jen's hands and gently, but firmly, pulled them above her head. He easily held both her hands with one of his. With his other, he guided his cock towards Jen's pussy. "You know Michael wants me to do this," Randy said, looking into Jen's fearful eyes.

Jen felt helpless, with her hands pinned above her head, and her legs spread wide apart. But, in truth, she didn't resist. Her aching body was beyond that now. 

Jen moaned as Randy rubbed his cock head between her pussy lips, his pre-cum mixing with her wetness. Randy positioned his cock at her opening, his muscular thighs tensing. He dug his feet into the bed. Then he slowly but forcibly pushed, penetrating Jen, not stopping until his wide cock head popped into her.

"Oh god!" Jen screamed. "Stop it hurts!"

Randy clenched his teeth. Jen was so tight, like a virgin. He knew it'd take time for Jen to get used to his size. He gripped Jen's slim angles and spread her shapely stockinged legs as wide as possible, then pushed an inch of his thick shaft into her. 

"Stop!" Jen cried, tears of pain coming to her eyes. "You're too big, I can't take it!"

Randy pulled out, leaving just his cock head inside her. But then he pushed in again, this time not stopping until burying another inch inside her.

"Please, stop," Jen begged, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"It's okay," Randy assured her, kissing away her tears. He rocked back. "It'll feel better soon. It will."

Then he pushed in again, stopping only after penetrating her with half his shaft.

"God, oh god," Jen whined, biting her lip, her eyes squeezed shut.

Randy leaned up, angling his cock so it pressed against Jen's clit. Then he rotated his hips, causing his hard cock to rub against the sensitive underside of Jen's pleasure organ.

"Ah ... ah," Jen moaned as, suddenly, a bolt of pleasure shot through her lithe body.

Randy rotated his hips again and again, angling down to increase the friction against Jen's clit. He alternated between hard and soft, slow and fast, teasing and thrilling Jen, sending pleasure through her body.

"God, oh god, god," Jen moaned, the pain endurable and almost welcome as it mixed with pleasure.

As he rotated his hips, Randy slowly pushed deeper and deeper into Michael's wife. His body glistened with sweat. Even with his powerful body, penetrating Jen was exerting. Her pussy was so fucking tight, and he didn't want to hurt her.

But now he judged she was ready. He dug his feet into the mattress and, with a powerful lunge, he shoved the final inches of his cock into the pretty blonde wife.

"Ugh, god!" Jen grunted at the sudden and deep invasion. She gritted her teeth. She felt like she was being split open. Her heart pounded and her breathing came rapidly as her body processed the sensations of being so completely stuffed, so full, so impaled by something as thick and long as Randy's hard cock.

Randy held still for long moments, allowing both to catch their breath. Then he began to slowly rock, moving in and out, just a little at first, letting Jen get use to him, little by little, giving pleasure, not pain. Gradually he pulled out more, and pushed in deeper, rotating his hips, pressing against Jen's clit, slow at first, then faster, deeper, deeper, faster.

Jen began to rock with Randy, back and forth, in and out, meeting his thrusts, tentatively at first, then faster, with more passion, faster, with greater urgency, her passions growing, the pain forgotten as the pleasure intensified. 

She dug her stilettos into the mattress, pushing up to meet Randy's thrusts, and then rocking back as he pulled out, opening her legs wide to let Randy go deep inside her. She loved it when he rotated his hips, began to yearn for it, because the extra friction against her clit shot pleasure through her body.

Then something happened. Something Jen hadn't expected, and wasn't ready for.

It started at her clit, slow, like a tiny trickle of water. Intense pleasure. It spread rapidly from her pleasure button, up and down her body, like a tidal wave of pleasure from her clit to all parts of her body, making her body tingle from her finger tips to the tips of her toes. Her back arched and her manicured nails dug into Randy's muscular back, her toes curling so violently in her high heels that the straps strained against her slim ankles. The pleasure was so intense her body shook, and so overwhelming she almost passed out. 

When the pleasure and tingling finally subsided, Jen was left gasping for air. "Oh my god, my god," she whispered in amazement between heavy breaths. 

In her life, Jen had reached orgasm many times. But only using fingers, mouths, tongues. She had never been able to cum from intercourse alone. Not ever, not even once.

She envied her friends who could. They told her how great it was, how much more intense the feelings were. She often wondered if they were lying. Was it really possible to cum from intercourse alone?

Now, basking in post-orgasmic bliss, she knew the answer. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be the same. This had been a true orgasm. A deep, satisfying orgasm, focused on her clit but reaching every part of her body, from her nipples to her finger tips.  

Jen felt Randy's lips on hers. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. "You seemed kind of out of it."

"Yeah," Jen said softly, returning Randy's kiss. "Yeah."

"Good ... because ... I haven't cum yet," he said, starting to rock back-and-forth again, his cock moving in and out. Jen's pussy was so tight, it felt fucking great!

Randy shifted Jen so her stocking-clad legs pressed against his chest. He thrust back and forth, each time pulling all the way out except for his wide cock head, and then savagely pushing back in. His pace quickened, and soon he was pistoning in and out, frantically ramming his monster cock into Michael's pretty wife.

"God, yeah, fuck me," Jen groaned. She had never been taken like this. She hadn't completely adjusted to Randy's huge cock, but it felt better and better, and her body burned with passion and desire. "Fuck me," she begged. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Jen's pleas were music to Randy's ears. He dug his feet into the bed and pushed even harder, faster, grabbing Jen's thighs and pulling her towards him so on every thrust he penetrated her with even more of his long, thick cock.

"Oh god, oh god," Jen cried as Randy relentlessly assaulted her tight body. She felt an orgasmic wave building again within her, seemingly ready to explode. Was it possible? Was she going to cum on Randy's cock again?

Randy's cock twitched and his balls tightened. "Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

Reality hit Jen and her eyes grew wide in alarm. "Randy, you have to pull out!" she screamed. "Pull out! I'm not on the pill!"

But Jen's warning came too late. Randy's muscular legs tensed, and then he violently lunged once again into Jen, thick sperm bursting from his cock into Jen's fertile womb. Again and again Randy rammed his cock into Michael's wife, his cock flooding her with his seed.

"No, no," Jen cried. "Not inside me!"

But Randy's powerful, orgasmic thrusts pushed Jen over the edge. "Oh god, oh god," she moaned as she felt Randy's sperm explode inside her, and felt her orgasm flood through her body. Once again, Jen came on Randy's cock, the experience and pleasure so intense that she reflexively wrapped her stockinged legs around him, digging her stiletto heels into his muscular thighs, urging his cock deeper inside her.

The couple lay tangled together in post orgasmic bliss, both panting, their hearts beating wildly. Eventually, though, Jen came down from her orgasmic high, and reality hit.

"Oh god, oh no," she cried. She pushed against Randy's chest. "I told you to pull out! I'm not on birth control!"

"I'm sorry," Randy said as he rolled off. "I was too far along, I couldn't help it," he said honestly.

Tears formed in Jen's eyes. "Please leave. Please leave now."

Looking disappointed, Randy reluctantly got up and left Jen's room. Jen locked the door, and then hurried to the bathroom. She got in the shower and tried to wash away as much of Randy as possible, trying to purge his seed from her body, but she knew there was no hope. He had shot too much of his sperm into her.

She crawled into bed and started to cry. This was terrible! She had betrayed Michael, her husband, the love of her life. She had broken her wedding vows and allowed another man to fuck her. Worst, she had let Randy cum inside her. Oh god, was she pregnant with another man's baby?

And the worst part ... she had enjoyed it. Three times Randy had made her cum, and each orgasm was better than the last. As a final act of betrayal, she had cum on Randy's cock, something she had never been able to do with Michael.

Jen wanted to call Michael, but she couldn't bear to. Disheartened, she sobbed into her pillow, and eventually fell asleep.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 11



Jen awoke early, before sunrise, her eyes red from crying. Not bothering to pack, she threw on a blouse and skirt, not even bothering with underwear. She wanted to get home, she needed to see her husband. She went down to the lobby and stepped into a taxi for the two hour ride home.

She fell into Michael's arms as soon as she got home. "I'm so sorry," she cried, tears running down her face. She told her husband the whole story, how she had let Randy seduce her and have his way with her, not leaving out anything. 

To her surprise, Michael wasn't angry. "Honey, it's okay. This is what I hoped would happen." Michael brought Jen's hand to his crotch, so she could feel how hard she had made him. "See?"

Michael pressed his wife's hand against his crotch. "You did what I wanted you to do." He pulled out his hard penis and wrapped her hand around it. "I wanted Randy to fuck you."

Michael rolled Jen to the bed and buttoned her blouse, exposing her braless breasts. He pushed Jen's short skirt around her waist, and got between her legs. 

"No Michael," Jen protested. "I'm not ready for this. We need to talk."

For the longest time, Michael had fantasized about this ... about fucking Jen after she had been with another man. 

To fondle the tits that had been groped by another man. To kiss the lips that had kissed another man. To tongue the mouth that had swallowed another man's cock. To penetrate the pussy that had been used by another man.

"No, Michael, no," Jen whined as her husband pushed apart her slim legs.

Michael couldn't help himself, he was consumed by lust. He covered Jen's lips with his, pushing in his tongue, exploring her mouth. He cupped and fondled Jen's tits with one hand while, with his other, he guided his penis to his wife's pussy.

Michael slowly pushed in, and within seconds he was fully inside her. He noticed the difference immediately, and his penis twitched with excitement. Where before his wife fit him like a tight glove, now she felt looser. This clear evidence of Jen's affair with Randy made him dizzy with excitement. Jen had fucked another man! The excitement was too much. With three short jack-rabbit thrusts, Michael came inside his wife.

Michael pulled out as his penis soften, and then spooned Jen. "Don't be upset," he said as he kissed the back of Jen's neck. "You didn't cheat on me, or break your marriage vows. I wanted this, you know that. You're a wonderful wife, you've given me everything. You've made my fantasy come true."

Jen turned to face her husband, tears running down her cheeks. "I never thought you really wanted me to sleep with another man. To go all the way. I always thought you were just saying that."

Michael grinned. "Well, now you know I meant it."

Jen buried her face in Michael's chest. "But how could you?" she cried. "How could you want me to give myself to another man? Don't you love me?"

Michael hugged his wife. "Of course I love you," he said soothingly. "I love you more than anything. I don't know why I am the way I am. I can't explain it to myself, so I can't explain it to you. The thought of you with another man ... another man giving you pleasure ... it's such a turn on for me. I can't help it, it's how I am."

The married couple hugged each other for a long time. Michael got hard again, thinking of Jen and Randy. This time, Jen didn't protest when Michael entered her.

"Did Randy really make you cum?" Michael asked as he slowly fucked his wife.

"Yes," Jen said hesitantly. "I'm sorry, I ..."

Michael kissed his wife. "Don't apologize. I'm not mad. Just tell me the truth, okay?"

"Okay," Jen said reluctantly, feeling uncomfortable about talking so opening. 

"Was Randy ... was he good?"

Jen hesitated again, not wanting to hurt her husband's feelings or bruise his ego. 

Michael kissed Jen. "Just tell me the truth, it's part of my fantasy," he said gently, trying to make his wife understand. "Nothing you say will hurt me, I promise. I really want to know. But you have to tell me the truth, okay? Don't tell me what you think I want to hear. Just tell me what really happened. Okay?"

Jen nodded. She hesitated again, but then finally said, "He was ... he was good."

Michael pushed harder into his wife, his lust growing.

"Is he big?"

"Um ... yeah."

"Bigger than me?"

"He's ... he's big," Jen said, avoiding her husband's question. Michael saw the discomfort in Jen's face, so let it go. 

"And he made you cum, just from fucking?"

Jen nodded slightly.

"You didn't have to play with yourself?"

"No," Jen admitted, her voice soft.

"How many times?" Michael grunted, his orgasm near.

"Twice."

"Two times? You came on his cock two times?"

Jen nodded.

"Say it!" Michael urged, consumed with lust. "I want to hear you say it! Say you came on his cock two times!"

"Michael, no ..."

"Say it, damn it," Michael growled, overwhelmed by lust. "Say it!"

Jen turned her head, not wanting to look into her husband's eyes. "I ... I came on Randy's cock two times," she said reluctantly.

Michael's body tensed, and with a lurch he came.

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Michael and Randy sat across from each other, beers between them. 

"Here's Jen's suitcase," Randy began, finally breaking the awkward silence. "I packed her stuff. So ... how is she? Is she okay?"

Michael took the offered suitcase. "She's okay," Michael said, feeling awkward sitting across from the man who had fucked his wife just days before. "I mean, well, she felt bad at first. But I think she's getting used to it." 

Randy looked at his friend. "How are you?"

Michael grinned sheepishly. "I guess I'm getting used to it, too."

Randy looked concerned. "It's not what you were hoping for?"

"No, no, it's not that," Michael said. "I'm happy it finally happened. It just takes getting used to, that's all."

Michael hesitated, then finally added, "I'd do it again."

Randy raised an eyebrow. "Will Jen do it again?"

Michael looked past Randy, into the faceless crowd. "I think so. I hope so."

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Michael hurried to his office and locked the door. He put the suitcase on his desk and opened it. He slowly sorted through his wife's dresses, heels and lingerie. He found the black dress Jen had worn to the wedding, and brought it to his nose, smelling the familiar scent of Jen's perfume. But he smelled something else. The musky combination of male cologne mixed with a man's sweat. Michael felt his penis stiffen in his pants.

Michael found Jen's stockings. His breathing quickened when he saw how laddered they were. Then Michael found Jen's panties, and his throat went dry. The silky, lacy thong panty was ripped at the sides.

Michael fell into his chair, his body shaking, his heart pounding. He pulled out his hard penis, and wrapped one of Jen's ruined stockings around it. He stroked himself and within seconds he came, catching his sperm in Jen's torn panties.

Panting, Michael put his head in his hands. It happened after every orgasm. With his lust sated, his doubts emerged. Why did he fantasize about Jen with other men? He recognized his wife's beauty. With her soft blonde hair, Cover Girl good looks, tight petite body and long shapely legs, Michael knew Jen turned heads wherever she went. He knew men lusted after her. Why, then, would he desire to see Jen with other men? Why would he want to share his wife's body with other men?

Michael knew Jen wasn't a virgin when he met her. But he also knew Jen had been faithful to him since they started going out, showing interest in only him, not any other man. Since their very first date, Jen's body ... her lips, her breasts ... her pussy ... they had all been exclusively his. Now, though, that wasn't true. Dick had fondled Jen's breasts. Matt's cock had been in her mouth. And Randy's cock had been in Jen's pussy.

His wife's body was no longer exclusively his. Michael felt regret at the loss, knowing it could never be undone. Jen had been with other men. Other men had used her body for their pleasure. That could never be undone.

But Michael's regret was laced with lust. Just thinking about Jen with other men stirred Michael's loins.

He remembered what Jen had said. Her sweet voice, uttering the words that had so thrilled him.

"I came on Randy's cock two times."

With a shaking hand, Michael began stroking himself again.

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Jen guiltily glanced at Tyrone again, sitting at his desk outside her office. The young black man had become a good administrative assistant. But that's not why Jen stared at him.

From her vantage point, Jen could see under Tyrone's desk. Tyrone always wore tight jeans. His jeans were so tight that you could see the outline of his penis. He looked huge. Based on all the giggling in the lunchroom, other girls in the office had noticed too.

Jen shivered, then pulled her eyes away from Tyrone's crotch. "He's barely out of high school," she silently scolded herself. "And you're a happily married woman. You shouldn't be thinking such thoughts."

Her self chiding made her laugh. But her laugh was humorless, more like an unhappy sigh. Her marriage wasn't what she had dreamed about as a child. She loved Michael, adored him. But his fantasies and sex games tortured her soul. She wanted to be a faithful wife, not someone who slept with other men. She had crossed so many lines lately, broken so many vows. 

Despite her regrets and misgivings, she couldn't deny the thrills. Even now, as her eyes darted back to Tyrone's crotch, she couldn't ignore the fires burning inside her. Sex with Randy had satiated her desires. But it'd been only temporarily. 

Playing the game had lit a fire in her body. When they first started, she had only reluctantly agreed to play the game. She did it to make Michael happy. But her body couldn't help respond to all the male attention, to all the gorgeous guys that Michael encouraged her to play the game with.

The wedding was two months ago, and the satisfaction she had gotten from Randy had long since worn off. For weeks Michael had urged her to play the game again. Having crossed that boundary with Randy, Jen knew what her husband wanted, knew how far he wanted her to go. So far Jen had resisted. She wanted a normal marriage, one where she slept only with her husband, not with other men. 

But she had to admit, she was thinking about it. Each time Michael urged her to play, it was a temptation, like teasing her body. Lately she had caught herself checking out other men. Her eyes would fall to a man's crotch, to see what she could see, and wonder what he had. Like how she looked at Tyrone's crotch, at his bulge in his tight jeans. Could he really be that big?

Jen shivered again, then felt guilty and bad, pressing her palms into her eyes in a self-reprimand, forcing herself to think of something else.

The knock on the door made her jump. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Jen looked up, surprised. It was John, the older man who helped close her big deal. "John ... hi, there. No, that's alright, I was just thinking about something. Um ... what are you doing here?"

John smiled. "I'm here on business. Thought I'd drop by. See if you're free for lunch."

Jen remembered her last conversation with John, when she teased him, pretending to welcome his advances. She knew John would hit on her if she went to lunch with him. She didn't want to lead him on, any more than she had already done. 

Still ... if she flirted with John ... played a "little" game with him. Well, then, she could tell Michael about it, and maybe then he would stop pressuring her to play the game, at least for a little while. 

John was older. Almost old enough to be her father. But he was a handsome, well-dressed man, dapper and charming. She didn't want to lead him on, but it was just a little flirting and teasing ...

"Well, um, okay," Jen finally said. "But I just have to finish something ..."

"Of course, of course," John said, clearly happy. "I'll wait for you at your reception desk."

Jen closed her office door. She checked herself in the mirror behind the door, brushing her hair, touching up her makeup, putting on new lipstick. She sprayed a little perfume behind her ears, and on her wrists, then she went to her desk. She slipped off her 3" Mary Janes, then opened her desk draw and took out her black Manolo Blaniks with the 4" stiletto heels. After slipping into the sexier heels, she checked herself one more time in the mirror, and then went to join John in reception.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 12



Jen was surprised to see John talking to Randy in the lobby. Randy coyly smiled as Jen approached. "Sorry, Jen, but you'll have to give John a rain check. Something's come up, and we need to talk."

"Oh ... okay," Jen said cautiously. Randy gestured down the hall, and Jen began walking to his office. They didn't say anything, the silence broken only by the clicking of Jen's stiletto heels against the expensive hardwood floors. 

Jen's nervousness grew as she sensed Randy's commanding presence as they walked. She had done her best to avoid Randy since the wedding, over two months ago. She didn't want to be alone with him, but knew she had no choice. 

Jen followed Randy into his office. She stood in silence in the middle of the room, her nervousness growing. 

Randy went behind his desk and eased into his leather chair. "Please close the door." 

Jen obediently turned and walked to the door. She closed it.

"Lock it," he said, 

Jen hesitated. "Is that really necessary?" she tentatively asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

"Jen, don't be a child," Randy said dismissively. "We have important issues to discuss, and I don't want to be interrupted.

Jen reluctantly locked the door, knowing she had no choice. She turned and faced Randy, and found him staring at her. For long moments he was silent, his eyes on her, running up and down her body. She fidgeted nervously, her heart quickening as Randy undressed her with his eyes.

"It's time for us to talk. It's been over two months since the wedding. You've been avoiding me."

Jen immediately flushed with embarrassment. "No I haven't," she said unconvincingly.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying. I ..."

"Jen, you don't have to feel ashamed or guilty. You and I both know Michael wanted us to have sex. He wants us to have sex again."

"No, you're wrong. It was a mistake. I don't want it to happen again, and Michael doesn't either."

Randy laughed. "Jen, you know that's not true. Michael wants us to fuck again. He told me."

Jen looked disbelieving. "He did not."

"Of course he did. Are you really surprised? You know Michael's fantasies. Do you really doubt he wants us to fuck again?"

"I don't believe you," Jen insisted, but her voice carried little confidence. Yes, she knew her husband's fantasies. But would Michael really talk about it so openly with Randy?

Randy sensed Jen's indecision, and took a step closer. "Why were you going to lunch with John?"

Jen took a step back, disoriented by Randy's sudden change of topic, and uncomfortable with his close presence. "We were going to lunch."

"I know you were going to lunch," Randy said impatiently. He moved closer. "I'm asking why."

"We're -- ah -- we're friends," Jen said, taking another step back. Her legs touched the front of a sofa, stopping any further retreat. "You're making me uncomfortable," Jen said as Randy moved still closer, until they were just inches apart.

"You were going to play your game with John, weren't you? Tease him. Let him touch you."

"No, that's not true."

"Sure it is," Randy insisted. "Were you going to give John a blowjob? Like you did with ... what was his name? Matt?"

Jen's eyes grew wide. How did Randy know? "I ... I don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying without success to hide her shock.

Randy laughed. "Don't lie, Jen. I told you, your husband wants me to fuck his pretty wife." Randy snickered. "So HR tells me things," he said, referring to Jen's husband by the demeaning nickname.

"Tell me the truth," he commanded. "Why were you going to lunch with John?"

"I told you, we were just going to lunch," she insisted, not willing to admit to her indiscretions. "We're friends, that's all," she said unconvincingly. 

Randy smiled knowingly, and then brushed his fingers against Jen's soft cheek. "We're friends," he said. "Why didn't you ask me to lunch?"

Jen pulled her head back, away from Randy's hand. "We're not friends," she insisted, uncomfortably aware of the tingling growing between her legs.

"Sure we are," Randy said as he moved closed and again caressed Jen's cheek. "We've been as intimate as a man and woman can be."

Jen reached up and pushed Randy's hand away. "That doesn't make us friends. It makes us two people who made a big mistake."

Randy grinned lecherously. He took Jen's small hand and pressed it against his crotch. "Big like this?"

"You think so much of yourself," Jen scorned, but she couldn't prevent her voice from quivering.

Jen tried to pull away, but Randy wrapped his strong arms around her. He pressed his muscular body into hers, grinding his cock against her. "Admit it," he said, his lips almost touching Jen's face. "You wanted it as much as me."

"No, I didn't," Jen insisted. She silently begged her body not to respond as Randy pressed his hard cock against her, as he breathed his hot breath against her cheek and into her ear.

"Yes you did," Randy said. He moved his hands down her sides until his fingers rested just below her short skirt. He clutched the skirt's hem and slightly raised it. "HR would like this, don't you think? He'd want me to pull your skirt up."

"No he wouldn't," Jen said with as much conviction as she could muster. "Stop it."

"Come on, just a little bit," Randy said almost playfully, raising Jen's skirt another inch, his fingers trailing on her silky thighs. "You know Michael would want me to."

"Please stop," Jen said, her heart pounding, feeling trapped and helpless as Randy slowly raised her skirt, slowly exposed her, his fingers tracing circles on her thighs. 

"Your husband wants me to fuck you again," Randy said as his fingers continued their upward climb, stopping only upon reaching her heavily laced stocking tops. "He told me so. He'd want me to fuck you right here, in my office."

"Stop," Jen pleaded again, her breathing rapid as she felt Randy continue to caress her legs, knowing his fingers were only inches from her sensitive bare thighs, just inches from her panties, feeling ashamed at how wet those panties must be.

Randy knew Jen was close to surrendering her body to him, but he wanted Michael's pretty blonde wife to beg for it. He picked up a remote control from his desk, and pointed it at a large plasma TV. Soon a DVD began playing. "You're going to love this," he said with a lecherous smile.

Jen watched in horror as the video began, thinking Randy had somehow recorded their passionate evening of sex. But she soon realized it wasn't them. The video showed an office store room. She recognized it as the store room just down the hall from Randy's office.

Randy saw Jen's recognition and grinned. "We installed these security cameras a few months ago," he explained.

Jen continued to watch as a man and a woman entered the room. They were immediately all over each other, passionately French kissing, groping each other. Jen recognized the girl. It was Tracie, a young big breasted brunette, one of the junior account managers. 

Then Jen's attention turned to the man. He was tall and broad shouldered. Young and handsome. And black.

Jen gasped as recognition hit her. It was Tyrone!

"That's right," Randy said. "Your assistant Tyrone is very popular with the girls. He's in that storage room all the time. I'm surprised he gets any work done."

Jen watched in fascination as Tracie got onto her knees and ran her hands over the large bulge in Tyrone's pants. Smiling seductively and looking into Tyrone's eyes, Tracie unzipped Tyrone's pants and reached in. With some difficulty, she pulled out Tyrone's hard cock.

Jen gasped at the sight of Tyrone. He was huge! An ebony, long, thick shaft, with large veins running up the sides. Tracie's eyes grew wide, surprised and pleased by Tyrone's size. She wrapped her small hands around Tyrone's shaft and flicked her tongue over his cock head. She began to take Tyrone in her mouth, but he stopped her.

"Not yet, baby," Jen heard Tyrone say. He effortlessly lifted Tracie to her feet, and then unzipped her dress. In moments her dress lay on the floor, leaving Tracie in just her bra and pantyhose. She didn't wear any panties. 

"Nice," Tyrone said as he cupped one of Tracie's large breasts. He fondled her, gently heaving her tits up and down as if to gauge their size. Then he reached behind the young brunette and expertly unsnapped her bra. He threw the bra to the floor and then admired Tracie's large, naked tits.

"You like them?" Tracie asked.

"Oh yeah baby," Tyrone said. He lowered his head and took Tracie's nipple in his mouth.

Tracie moaned as Tyrone kneaded her breasts and sucked her nipples. "Oh yeah, that feels so good."

Jen couldn't take her eyes off the screen. The sight of Tyrone's jet black hands on Tracie's milky white breasts was so erotic. Her body was on fire. She found it hard to breathe, it was as if she could feel Tyrone's hands on her breasts, his lips around her nipples.

And then she realized that hands were cupping her breasts, and lips were sucking her nipples. With her eyes focused on the TV screen, she hadn't noticed Randy unbuttoning her blouse. He had pulled down her bra and now he was fondling her breasts and sucking her nipples.

"Stop, stop," she protested. She tried to pull away, but lost her balance and feel back into the sofa. 

Randy quickly sat next to her, his large muscular arms holding her down. He pulled Jen's blouse and bra off, throwing them on the floor. He pressed his face against Jen's, forcing her to look at the TV screen. "Just watch," he said, his hands again cupping and caressing Jen's breasts. 

"Noooo," Jen protested, but she couldn't help almost jumping as Randy rubbed her erect nipples. 

Jen watched the screen as Tyrone lifted Tracie on a desk, and got on his knees. He tugged off Tracie's pantyhose and then buried his face between her legs. Jen felt a mixture of dread and excitement as she watched Tyrone lick Tracie's pussy, anticipating what Randy was going to do next to her.

Jen's fears were realized as Randy slid off the sofa and got on his knees. "Don't," she begged, pressing her legs tightly together, her hands covering her naked breasts.

Ignoring her pleas, Randy pushed Jen's skirt up, pass her stocking tops, pass her bare thighs and lacy panties, not stopping until her skirt was bundled around her waist. 

Randy easily pushed Jen's legs apart. Jen felt helpless as she lay on the sofa completely topless, her skirt bunched around her waist, her most private parts protected by only her flimsy silk panties. But she couldn't deny her excitement and arousal.

Randy traced a finger along the lacy patterns of her panties. 

"Don't ... stop," Jen pleaded, her breathing heavy. She wanted to say "stop torturing me," but didn't. 

Randy lecherously smiled. He ran his finger along the camel toe formed in Jen's wet panties. "You want it as much as me."

"No, I don't," Jen said weakly.

Randy pressed against Jen's clit, making the young wife moan. "I think you do," he said. Randy ran a finger inside the barely-there waistband, and then easily tore Jen's panties away, revealing her most private parts to his hungry eyes. With another lecherous smile, Randy buried his head between Jen's shapely, stockinged legs.

"No ... don't ... no," Jen protested between heavy breaths, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa as Randy skillfully flicked his tongue between her pussy lips and clit. Randy raised Jen's slim legs over his shoulders and pushed his thick tongue deeper between her lips, harder against her clit.

"Stop ... stop ... oh god," Jen groaned. She glanced to the side and saw Tyrone eating out Tracie. Tracie rolled her head from side to side, clearly enjoying Tyrone's ministrations. Tracie dug her spiky heels into Tyrone's back, urging him deeper between her legs. Like in a dream, Jen found herself mimicking Tracie, digging her stiletto heels into Randy's muscular back to urge him to press his tongue faster and harder against her clit. 

Randy felt Jen press her heels against his back, and he inwardly smiled. He knew she was close to completely surrendering her tight body to him. He abruptly stopped eating her, pleased at the expression of disappointment on the young wife's pretty face. 

"What ... what's wrong?" Jen whined.

Randy pulled his hard cock from his pants. He leaned into her, his cock head pressing against her pussy. "Reach down and guide me into you," he commanded.

"Noooo," Jen protested with her last shred of will power. It was one thing if Randy took what he wanted, if he forced himself on her. But she wouldn't -- she couldn't -- willingly submit to his desires.

"Do it!" he said. "Take my cock and put it into you. You know Michael wants you to."

"No he wouldn't," Jen insisted, her voice quivering with unwanted desire.

Randy smiled evilly, sensing her vunerability. "Why don't we find out?" Jen looked confused as Randy reached to the side table to a speaker phone, his hard cock still pressed against her. He dialed a number, and soon Jen heard her husband's voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey buddy," Randy said as he smiled conspiratorially at Jen. "Guess what? Our pal Tyrone is at it again."

"No kidding?" Michael asked excitedly. "Who's he banging this time? Brittany?"

"No, someone new this time. Tracie."

"Tracie?! The sexy brunette with the big tits? Man, I can't believe Tyrone nailed her. Didn't she just get married?"

Jen was surprised and upset to hear her husband talk so excitedly and crudely about her co-workers. Randy almost laughed as he saw Jen's reaction. 

"Yeah, she got married about a month ago. Who knows?" Randy looked into Jen's eyes. He rubbed his cock between Jen's bare pussy lips. "Maybe Tracie's husband is like you. Maybe he wants Tracie to fuck other guys."

Michael was silent on the other side of the telephone. "Tell you what," Randy continued. "I'll send you a copy of the DVD."

"Well ... okay," Michael said, clearly grateful. "Just make sure to send it to the right address, like last time."

"Sure buddy, you got it. When you watch it, you can pretend it's Jen that Tyrone's fucking. You never know. Maybe Tyrone WILL get into Jen's pants. I've seen her checking him out."

"Really?" Michael asked eagerly.

"Sure. She can't take her eyes off him. Especially his crotch."

"Wow. She hasn't said anything to me. Have you ... made any progress with her?"

Randy laughed. He winked at Jen. "You mean, have I fucked her again yet?"

Michael chuckled on the other side of the line. "Yeah, that's what I mean. She loved it the first time you banged her, she told me."

Randy smiled triumphantly at Jen, and ran his hands up her silky legs, over her stocking tops, and along her garter straps. Looking into Jen's eyes, he said, "Don't worry, it's just a matter of time." Then he hung up.

Jen's eyes glistened with tears. She felt hurt and betrayed by her husband. She pushed against Randy's chest. "Let me go!" she cried.

But Randy held her down. "I know you're pissed at HR, and your pretty head wants to get away, but this ..."

Randy reached down and fingered Jen's soaking pussy, making her squirm.

"... this tells me your body wants something else."

Randy pressed his cheek against Jen's, forcing her to look at the TV. Tyrone was fucking the newlywed, relentlessly thrusting his cock in and out of Tracie's tight pussy. "Do you wish that was you?" Randy hissed into Jen's ear as he rubbed his bulbous cock head over her excited clit. "Do you wish Tyrone was fucking you with that big black cock?"

Randy cupped Jen's breasts and rubbed her nipples, knowing how sensitive they were, causing Jen to writhe underneath him. "Your nipples are rock hard, your pussy is soaking. You want it, I know you do. Come on, take my cock and guide me into you."

While continuing to rub Jen's clit with his cock, and twirl her erect nipples between his fingers, Randy snaked his tongue into her ear, knowing it was another erogenous zone for her. Jen moaned, her body twisting convulsively. "Look at Tracie. She's loving Tyrone's cock. You know she just got married, right? A month ago. She's still a newlywed. But that's not stopping her from getting the fuck of her life. Give in to it, Jen, just like Tracie. Don't deny yourself."

Randy reached under Jen and ran his hand along Jen's shapely ass, between her cheeks. He traced a finger along her sensitive asshole. "Oh god," Jen groaned, her body writhing to Randy's touch.

"Let yourself go, just like Tracie," Randy urged, simultaneously rubbing Jen's clit with his cock and her asshole with his finger. "She's not letting her wedding vows stop her, you shouldn't either."

Jen could resist no longer. Randy was right. Why should she deny herself the pleasure Randy could give her? Wedding vows weren't stopping Tracie, so why should they stop her? Her body burned with passion and desire. She needed an orgasm, she needed a big hard cock. And isn't this what Michael wants? 

With a quivering hand, Jen reached between their bodies and found Randy's cock. She moved him until his cock head was positioned between her puffy pussy lips.

"That's right baby," Randy encouraged her, feeling triumphant. "Pull me into you. Pull my cock into your tight married pussy."

With all reason lost, Jen gripped Randy's thick shaft and pulled him towards her, at the same time sliding her butt off the sofa so as to push Randy's big bulbous cock head into her tight pussy.

"Ugh god, god," Jen groaned. She clenched her eyes shut as the pain hit her. God, Randy was so big!

"Don't worry babe," Randy said brusquely. "You know you want this."

Unlike the first time when he was gentle, Randy wasted no time, using his powerful body to impale his entire cock into Jen with a single thrust. "Nooooo," Jen cried, tears of pain rolling down her cheeks. But Randy ignored her. Ever since the wedding he had wanted another go with Michael's pretty bride, and he was tired of waiting.

Randy fucked Jen with abandon, raising her slim shapely legs over his shoulders to penetrate deeper, relentlessly pounding her pussy with one thrust after another. As he pounded her pussy he fondled her body, groping her tits and twisting her nipples, snaking his tongue into her mouth.

Soon Randy's efforts were rewarded. He felt Jen dig her spiky heels into his ass, and then her body went rigid, her back arching off the sofa, her head rolling from side to side. "Oh god, oh god!" Jen screamed as she came.

Jen collapsed into the sofa, breathing hard, the after-orgasmic spasms making her body involuntarily twitch. But Randy wasn't done with her. He wanted to show her what a real man could give her. After giving her a few minutes to catch her breath, Randy began fucking her again with his long, thick cock. His thrusts were long and slow, and each time he re-positioned himself, so with each thrust his hard cock hit a different part of Jen's pussy. 

Randy was searching for something inside Jen, and he knew he found it when a guttural moan escaped Jen's lips. "What -- what are you doing?" she asked.

"Making you feel good," he said. He began to fuck her faster, each time hitting the same spot -- Jen's g-spot.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Jen panted. She had never experienced anything like it, indescribable, intense pleasure bursting from within her pussy and cascading through her lithe body like a tidal wave over water. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Jen cried uncontrollably, not wanting the continuous pleasure to end, and yet knowing she would pass out if it didn't stop soon.

Finally the pleasure subsided and Jen was left panting on the sofa, a look of absolute bliss on her pretty face. Randy grinned triumphantly, knowing he had given Michael's pretty wife the best orgasm of her life. 

He hadn't cum yet, and now he wanted his own pleasure. He stroked Jen long and hard, letting his orgasm slowly build. Her pussy felt so good around his cock, so tight, like a teenage virgin. "Yeah, yeah," he grunted. "I'm cumming baby. I'm gonna cum inside you babe, get ready."




Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 12



Jen wasn't on birth control. She was completely unprotected. But she was too spent to stop Randy from cumming insider her, from shooting his fertile seed into her unprotected womb. And she knew that, after the pleasure Randy had just given her, she couldn't deny him. At that moment, she was his, and he could do anything he wanted with her body.

"Yeah baby yeah. Here it cums. Wrap your legs around me. Dig those spiky heels into my ass."

Jen did as Randy asked. She wrapped her shapely, stocking-clad legs tightly around Randy's waist, and dug her stiletto heels hard into Randy's muscular ass, coaxing his long hard cock deeper into her.

"Yeah yeah," Randy grunted as he came, his body jerking back and forth, his cock shooting wave after wave of his milky, powerful sperm into Jen's unprotected, fertile womb.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 13



Randy turned to the door of his condo, hearing the bell. He walked to the door, wearing only a robe. He opened the door and smiled. Standing there was Tracie.

"Come in," Randy commanded, gesturing into his condo.

"I can't stay long," Tracie said nervously. "My husband will be home soon."

Randy ignored Tracie's comment, and didn't offer her a seat. He sat on the sofa in front of Tracie, allowing his robe to open to just below his crotch. He didn't say anything, letting the awkward silence linger.

Finally Tracie spoke. "Did I ... did I do what you wanted?" she asked nervously.

"Oh yes, you did," Randy. "You did everything I wanted."

"So ... you won't tell anyone about the pills?"

Randy smiled. He enjoyed playing with the young newlywed. "Tracie, did you enjoy getting fucked by Tyrone?"

Tracie's face went pale. She looked pained, Randy's words hitting her like a physical blow. "You know I didn't. I only did it because you forced me."

Randy smirked. "Tracie, I didn't turn you into a drug addict. I didn't make you steal those pain pills from the company pharmacy, to feed your addiction."

"I am not a drug addict!" Tracie said angrily. "I hurt my arm three years ago, and the doctor gave me pain pills. They're addictive, it happens to a lot of people."

Randy shrugged dismissively. "That's your problem, not mine. If you hadn't tried to steal the drugs, I wouldn't have caught you. If I hadn't caught you, you wouldn't have had to do what I wanted, to keep me from turning you into the police."

Randy smiled wickedly. "So how does it feel, cheating on your husband just a month after getting married?" he said cruelly.

Tears welled in Tracie's eyes. "I love my husband! I didn't cheat on him. You forced me to seduce Tyrone, to have sex with him. You blackmailed me!"

"Don't lie to me," Randy said laughing. "I watched it all. You loved every second of it. Or, I should say, every INCH of Tyrone's black cock. I saw you orgasm at least twice, and don't try to bullshit me and say you were faking it."

"I hate you," Tracie said, sobbing. "I saved myself for my husband. And then you ruined it, and made me have sex with another man."

"Wait a minute," Randy said, his interest perked. "You were a virgin before your wedding?"

Tracie nodded, tears running down her cheeks.

Randy laughed. "This gets better and better. Not only did you cheat on your new husband, just a month after your wedding, but for the rest of your life, you'll be lying when you tell him he's the only one who's had you."

Tracie looked astounded at Randy's cruelness. "Why did you do this to me?" Tracie cried. "Why?"

"Because I wanted to convince a girl I know that marriage vows are meaningless," Randy said matter-of-factly. "You know her. Jen."

"Jen?" Tracie asked incredulously, her eyes growing wide with shock. "But she's happily married! She loves Michael! Adores him!"

Randy shrugged, uncaring. Then he smiled lecherously. "There's another reason I set this up. I wanted to see your newly-married pussy stretched by a big black cock. What do you think your husband would think, if he knew a black man had soiled his new bride's sweet body, had shot his black spunk into her pussy?"

Tracie choked a sob, realizing what she had lost. "You're so horrible!"

Randy threw open his robe, revealing his large, erect cock. "Tracie, if I was really horrible, you'd be on your knees and I'd be fucking your pretty face."

Tracie took a step back, amazed at Randy's size, and fearful of what he might make her do.

"I've really have to go," she said fearfully.

Randy chuckled. "Go," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "You're not my type. I prefer blondes, and only natural blondes. Like Jen."

Then he tossed a bottle at Tracie. "Here, a bonus."

Tracie looked at the bottle. It was filled with pain pills.

Tracie looked disbelieving. "I've been good for over two years. I haven't taken anything for a long time. Why would you tempt me with these drugs?"

"Tracie, don't lie to me. I caught you stealing drugs just a month ago."

She shook her head. "A month ago, I was so worried and stressed about my wedding, that's all. It was a moment of weakness. But I haven't taken anything for two years. I've broken my addition to pain pills. Why would you give them to me? Drugs almost ruined my life before. Don't you realize I could get addicted again?"

"I'm doing you a favor," Randy insisted. "You'll need them, to help you deal with your guilt of cheating on your husband. Shit, Tracie, you fucked another man only a month after your wedding. You're still a newlywed, and you let another man fuck your brains out, and bring you to orgasm multiple times. A black man, at that. Shit, he shot his sperm into you, so you might even be pregnant. Pregnant with a black baby! And you're catholic, right? So you can't have an abortion, you'll have to have the baby. And anyway, the baby might be your husband's. So if you are pregnant, you'll have no choice, you'll have to have the baby, even if it's Tyrone's."

Randy pretended to be concerned. "That's a lot to deal with, Tracie. I'm doing you a favor by giving you these drugs, to help you cope with all your mistakes."

Tracie was frozen, not sure what to do. The burden had been great the last few days, since she had been with Tyrone. She was going mad with worry and guilt, and it was starting to hurt her marriage. "But if I take this bottle, I might get addicted again," she said, thinking out loud.

"Don't worry," Randy said reassuringly. "If you need more, come and see me. I'll give you all the pills you want."

Tracie looked at Randy, her eyes a mixture of longing and fear. Maybe she could control it this time. Take a pill every now and then, just to relax her, to help relieve her guilt over what she let Tyrone do to her. Making a snap decision, Tracie grabbed the bottle, and ran from the condo.

Randy chuckled. Tracie didn't have Jen's jaw dropping good looks, but she was definitely fuckable. He might have to think about some fun things to do with Tracie, after he got finished with Jen.

The thought of Jen got Randy hard. Her Cover-Girl good looks and tight sexy body were incredible, as fine as the hottest starlet. But it was her school girl innocence juxtaposed against her college educated sophistication that really aroused him. 

Randy picked up his cell and dialed Michael's number. "Hey buddy, did you get the package I sent over?"

"Yeah," Michael said hesitantly, remembering his wife's torn panties that had been in the courier package. "So ... you did Jen again? When?"

"Yesterday, in my office, right after I called you. What? You're saying she didn't tell you?"

"No, she didn't," Michael replied, annoyance in his voice. "I don't know why. She knows I wanted her to get together with you again."

Randy stifled a laugh. This was working out better than he hoped. "Mike, don't worry about it," he said, feigning concern. "She's probably feeling a little confused."

"What do you mean?"

"Buddy, I need to tell you something. Yesterday, after we ... you know ... after we did it ... Jen hinted she'd like to go out on a date with me."

"You're kidding?" Michael said, astonished.

"Don't be pissed at me," Randy said hurriedly, still pretending to be concerned, while having to stifle a laugh. "I told Jen I'd have to check with you before doing anything," Randy lied.

Michael sounded amazed. "I've always hoped Jen would take on a steady lover, even date him. But I didn't think she'd ever do it."

"Maybe she's buying into your fantasy. So, what are you saying? Do you want me to go on a date with her?"

"Well, I don't know," Michael said hesitantly. For the longest time, he fantasized about Jen with another man. He had hot wife and even cuckold fantasies. But now, things were happening so fast. After the first time, at the wedding, Michael urged Jen to see Randy again. He didn't want her to shrink into a shell, and never do it again. But fucking Randy, and not telling him? And wanting to go on a date with Randy? This was going so fast ... 

Randy interrupted Michael's thoughts. "Mike, this might be your only chance to make your fantasies come true. Jen's starting to get into it, but she's probably unsure if you're really serious about wanting her to have sex with other guys. If you back down now, she'll probably never try it again."

"So, what do you think I should do?" Michael said, still uncertain.

"Tell her you want her to go out on a date with me. Make it your idea. Then she'll know you're really serious about turning your fantasy into reality."

"Well ... let me think about it."

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Jen looked at her wedding and engagement rings on her left hand. When she was a child she dreamed endlessly about what marriage life would be like. But she never imagined it would be like this.

Just a week ago she had let Randy seduce and fuck her again. For a second time she had broken her wedding vows. Worst, she had listened on the speaker phone as her husband urged Randy to do his best to seduce her.

She felt a mix of guilt over her actions, and betrayal by her husband. How could they ever have a normal marriage, with Michael cajoling her to have sex with other men, and helping other men to have sex with her?

But, she couldn't deny it, the sex with Randy had been incredible. Practically a spiritual experience. This is where the guilt came in. Not only had she cheated on her husband, but she had loved every minute of it. Even worst, after having sex with the muscular, Adonis-like Randy ... with his incredible cock ... and his incredible technique ... Jen wondered if Michael could ever again satisfy her. Jen felt terrible for such thoughts, for such betrayal, and those self-reproachful feelings were eating at her.

To make matters worst, now Michael was urging her to go on a date with Randy. Jen knew where that evening would end. She didn't have any confidence that she could resist Randy's advances. But to go out on a date with him? It sounded like Michael wanted her to have a romantic relationship with Randy, beyond just sex. That was crazy.

But was it, really? At some point, sex goes beyond physical and becomes emotional. Especially the incredible sex with Randy. Was it possible she had feelings for Randy? He was overly confident, arrogant, a jerk. But also charming and, at times, disarming. 

But if she developed romantic feelings for Randy, wouldn't that be the ultimate betrayal of Michael? But then, it was Michael who was urging her to date Randy. Didn't he see the risks? Or was that part of his fantasy? To not only have sex with other men, but to actually have romantic lovers?

Jen turned when she heard the knock, her head reeling from trying to figure things out. Her heart did a flip when she saw Randy standing at the door, looking as confident and commanding as always. Randy stepped in and closed the door.

Without any preamble, Randy said, "Let's go out this Saturday." It was a statement, not a question.

Jen turned away, not wanting to look into Randy's intense, steel-blue eyes. "I guess Michael told you about our conversation? That he wants me to go on a date with you?"

"Of course. I told you before, HR tells me things." Randy laughed, then turned serious. "Not that I wouldn't love to spend more time with you. You're an incredible girl."

Jen blushed, feeling her panties dampen. God, why does this man have such an effect on me?

Jen tried to hide her unsteadiness. "I wish I understood why my husband wants me to date another man."

"Mike's fantasy isn't just about sex, it's about seduction," Randy said matter-of-factly. "He wants to see other men seduce you. That can only happen if you date other guys."

Jen looked at Randy, surprised. "You sound like you've met men like Michael before."

Randy nodded. "I have. Jen, I'm not looking for a long term relationship. For me, the best relationships are with married women. But I don't want to fuck a wife behind her husband's back. That creates too many complications. So I have relationships with the wife and husband. Like you and Mike. You'd be surprised how many husbands have hot wife fantasies, just like Mike."

Jen couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How long do you have these ... relationships ... with other married couples?"

Randy shrugged. "A few months. Then, usually, the couple wants to move on. Often its just a phase of their marriage. I'm fine with that. As I said, I'm not looking for a long term relationship."

Suddenly, Jen felt incredibly relieved, for so many reasons. Maybe Michael wasn't as kinky as she thought. Maybe she wasn't breaking her vows by stepping out, but was instead helping to strengthen their marriage by making her husband's fantasies come true. Maybe what they were doing was just a phase in their marriage, and after a few months, Michael would stop urging her to date and have sex with other men. 

"So, I'll pick you up at 8." Again, it was a statement, not a question.

Jen looked at Randy. She took at deep breathe, putting her doubts aside. She smiled, trying to look confident. "Okay, then. This Saturday."

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Michael paced the living room, his heart beating wildly. He had sported a perpetual hard-on since the moment Jen told him she had agreed to go on a date with Randy. Finally Saturday arrived, and he tried to calm himself but he couldn't sit still as he waited for Jen to finish dressing, and for Randy to arrive to pick her up.

The phone rang and Michael picked it up. It was Randy.

"Hey buddy, I'm almost there, but I wanted to ask a favor. Could you ask Jen to not wear her wedding ring tonight? I don't want stares from people ... you know, a single guy out with a married girl."

"Uh, sure," Michael said. "That makes sense. I'll ask her."

Randy arrived a few minutes later, and Michael got him a beer while they waited for Jen to finish dressing. Finally she came into the living room, and the two men stopped in their tracks, taking in her beauty.

Jen wore an off-the-shoulder, black satin dress that ended at her knees. The dress hugged her body like a second skin, revealing an enticing amount of cleavage. She wore black stockings and black patent leather heels. Her makeup was perfect, and she wore her hair up, revealing her long elegant neck. She finished the outfit with a string of pearls.

"My god, Jen, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Randy marveled.

Jen blushed, and shyly looked away from Randy. 

She looked at her husband, into his eyes. Her silent message to him was clear. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Michael kissed his wife reassuringly. "I know you're going to have a great time tonight," he said, answering her silent question. He touched his wife's left hand. "You should take these off, don't you think? You're a single girl tonight, going out on a date."

Jen looked startled, clearly uncomfortable with taking off her wedding and engagement rings. But then she inwardly shrugged, accepting this as part of the game. She took off her rings, and handed them to her husband. As she did, she squeezed Michael's hand, and looked into his eyes. "Are you sure?" she silently asked again.

Michael smiled and squeezed his wife hand. He kissed her cheek. "You guys better be going, you'll be late."

With a look of resignation on her face, Jen turned to Randy. "Can you help me with this?" she asked, handing him her wrap. Jen looked at her husband as Randy draped the black silk wrap over her bare shoulders. Looking resigned and a little disappointed, Jen took Randy's offered arm and they left for their date.

Randy took Jen to see Mama Mia, and then to dinner. Despite her misgivings, she soon began enjoying herself. He was interesting and charming, and he lavished attention on her. He seemed genuinely interested in her opinions and thoughts, and he asked her countless questions about her life growing up, and her interests and hobbies.

Jen hadn't spoken at such length with a man other than her husband for years. For the past year or two, her conversations with Michael had focused more and more on his fantasies of her with other men. He was obsessed with it, and wanted to talk about it all the time. She found it refreshing to talk to a man who seemed genuinely interested in her as her, instead of her with another man.

It was inevitable that, when Randy invited Jen to his apartment, she said yes. Sex was the point of the date, wasn't it? It was how Randy and Michael wanted the date to end, and the ending that Jen consented to when she agreed to the date in the first place.

Jen entered Randy's apartment feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation. She knew she was about to be fucked by Randy. For the third time. This time, though, was different. The first two times, she was initially unwilling. True, Randy eventually seduced her into wiliness, but initially, she had been unwilling.

Now she was willing. But reluctant. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the evening, and Randy's company. Not that she didn't anticipate the pleasure Randy was about to give her. But she couldn't help thinking of her husband, Michael, at home alone. And she could help but miss the two rings absent from her left hand.

"Take off your dress," Randy commanded. He sat on the sofa, with Jen standing in front of him. Jen almost shuttered from Randy's commanding tone. She had to admit, his assertiveness aroused her. Randy was so different from her husband's gentle ways.

With almost trembling hands, Jen reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Within seconds, her dress lay on the expensive carpeting, bundled around her feet. 

"Now the bra."

Again Jen reached behind her, and undid her bra strap. For an instant, feeling modest, she held her bra in place. Then she realized how silly that was, and let the bra join her dress on the floor.

"Come closer," Randy said, his eyes feasting on Jen's perfect tits. He fingered the edge of Jen's skimpy panties, a lecherous smile on his face. "The first two times I ripped your panties off. Should I rip them off now?"

Jen's heart pounded in her chest. "You can do whatever you want," she said, trying to sound confident.

"What would HR do?" Randy taunted, tracing his finger along Jen's flat stomach, just above her panty line. "Would he take off your panties, or rip them off?"

"I don't know," Jen said, trying to keep from trembling.

Randy continued to follow along the edge of Jen's panties, his finger moving from her hip to the moist camel toe formed in the silky material. "Has HR ever ripped off your panties?" he asked, his finger lingering on the camel toe, "or does he always take them off you?"

Jen shivered as Randy traced along her pussy lips, embarrassed that he could clearly see how aroused he had made her. "He ... he takes them off me," she said between heavy breathes.

Randy's finger traced from her camel toe to her other hip, and them moved again along her flat tummy. "You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he asked as his finger traced down again to her pussy lips. "You liked it when I ripped them off before. And you're hoping I'll rip them off now."

"No. I'm a good girl," Jen insisted. "I --"

Before Jen could finish, Randy ripped off her panties, making Jen yelp in surprise and, she had to admit to herself, more than a little pleasure.

Randy smiled knowingly, seeing Jen's flushed face and heavy breathing, as well as her glistening, puffy pussy lips. He pulled Jen next to him on the sofa, and soon his lips were covering hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth and down her throat.

Randy surprised Jen by going down on her, masterfully eating her out and giving her an incredible orgasm. But instead of satisfying her, the orgasm made Jen crave Randy's big cock even more. Randy gave Jen want she wanted, fucking her for a full hour and giving her two more mind-blowing orgasms. Because Jen wasn't on the pill and Randy hated condoms, Randy agreed to pull out and Jen finished him with her mouth and hands. 




Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 13



But Randy wasn't done. Soon he was hard again, and he fucked Jen for what seemed like hours, using a variety of positions. Randy seemed to have unlimited stamina, and he stayed rock hard the entire time. Randy gave Jen multiple orgasms and, towards the end, they all seemed to run together, a long continuous toe curling orgasm. Finally Randy was about to cum, and Jen begged him to pull out. He reluctantly complied, and he shot his cum all over Jen's tits, adding his string of pearls to those around her neck.

"Oh my god," Jen said when she finally caught her breath. "I'm going to be so sore tomorrow."

In her hazy, post-orgasmic bliss, Jen didn't protest when Randy tenderly wiped her tits with a towel, and then wrapped her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. "What, you think I'm done with you? Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go again."

Jen playfully punched him in the side. "Mister, you're crazy if you think you're getting any more of me. I'm already too sore."

Randy laughed at Jen's playful jab, and tickled her side, making her giggle and squirm. Still laughing, Jen didn't resist as Randy pulled her close. He wrapped an arm around her, snuggling her against his muscular chest. 

"Does that mean HR's not getting any tonight?" he said lightly as he stroked her soft blonde hair. "You know he'll want some as soon as you get home."

Jen giggled, her cheek resting against Randy's chest. "Well, it's easier with HR than you. He's not as ... you know ... as well endowed as you."

With her cheek against his chest, Jen couldn't see Randy smiling triumphantly. He was pleased to hear Jen refer to her husband by the demeaning nickname. "It won't be the last time," he thought to himself.

Jen absentmindedly ran her fingers along Randy's muscular chest, tracing the ripples in his biceps and muscular arms. "How do you stay in shape like this?" she asked.

"I played football in college. I was drafted by the Cowboys, but my knee gave out. I work out ever day." Randy noticed how much attention Jen was paying to his sculpted body. He smiled arrogantly. "You clearly appreciate my efforts to stay in shape." 

"Not really," Jen coyly teased. She traced along the ripples of his hard, six-pack stomach.. "I just wanted to make sure you don't spend company time working out."

Randy laughed. "Yeah, right, like you really care about that."

Pretending to be serious, Jen said, "We need you focused on work, so our company stock will go up." As she said this, Jen teasingly scrapped her fingernails along Randy's sculptured chest. 

Randy moaned. "Yeah, baby, something's gone up." He motioned to his crotch.

Jen's eyes grew wide in disbelief. Despite having already cummed twice, Randy was already hard again! And not just semi-hard, or mostly hard. Randy's cock was rock hard, looking like a granite monument.

Randy moved to get between Jen's legs, but she pushed him away. "No way, cowboy. I told you, I'm too sore."

"Come on baby," Randy said. "You got me this way, you have to take care of me." He fondled Jen's tits, rubbing her nipples. Despite already cumming multiple times, his touch aroused her. But she didn't think her pussy could take any more pounding. 

With a smile, Jen said, "I never said I wouldn't take care of you, cowboy."

Jen crawled between Randy's muscular legs and went down on him. Later, when he reflected back on it, Randy would remember the blowjob as one of the best he'd ever gotten, if not the absolute best. Jen wasn't a pro, and at times she was awkward, not being used to his size. But she did incredible things with her mouth, tongue and hands. The way she ran her nails down his chest as she licked the inside of his thighs. The way she fondled his balls as she bobbed on his shaft. The way she looked up at him with her innocent, greenish-blue eyes as she sucked on his cock head.

Randy's instinct was to roll his head back and close his eyes, relax and enjoy the pleasure Jen was giving him. But instead, he couldn't take his eyes off the pretty young wife, loving the sight of her long blonde hair swaying back and forth as she bobbed on his long shaft, feeling himself get even harder as he watched and felt his thick cock move in and out between her soft, full lips. The best porn movie wasn't so erotic. The way her cheeks hollowed out, and then bulged, as she sucked him in and out, the way her nostrils flared as she strained to take more of him into her mouth, the way she almost gagged as his long, thick shaft almost hit the back of her throat.

Randy wanted to extend the pleasure, but Jen was too good. Way before he wanted, his body tensed and he came. He put his hand behind Jen's neck and pushed himself deeper down her throat, wanting the young blonde wife to swallow all his spunk. Randy was impressed that she didn't try to pull back, didn't fight as he pumped in and out of her mouth, fucking her face, shooting streams of thick cum down her throat.

"That was incredible," Randy said honestly.

Jen beamed with pride, ecstatic that Randy was happy with her performance. Feeling good about herself, and still feeling the lingering bliss of her multiple orgasms, she didn't resist as Randy reached out and pulled her towards him, snuggling her against his sculpted chest.

Jen couldn't help feeling safe in Randy's muscular arms. She felt satisfied and complete, and happy with herself for giving him pleasure as well. Jen felt Randy softly stroke her hair. It felt good, comforting. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her cheek against his chest, feeling secure in his arms, feeling content.

Then, suddenly, she remembered Michael. She hadn't thought of him in hours. She immediately felt guilty, and then began to feel awkward. She was in another man's arms, in his bed, snuggling with him. She was a married woman, this wasn't right. Sex was bad enough, but to be cuddling so intimately. So romantically. A physical relationship with another man was one thing. But an emotional one? This was going too fast, and all of Jen's doubts resurfaced.

"I've got to go," Jen said, sliding off the bed. Suddenly she felt bashful and embarrassed, wearing only her garter strap, stockings and high heels, almost frantically searching the floor for her clothes so she could cover herself from Randy's eyes. 

She wiggled into her dress and stuffed her bra and torn panties into her purse. She looked at Randy. She didn't know what to do, so she kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for tonight," she said awkwardly. "I'll ... I'll see you."

Then she rushed from Randy's condo, feeling more confused than ever.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 14



"Are you almost ready?" Michael asked. 

"Almost," Jen said. "Can you zip me?" She turned so her back faced her husband.

Michael immediately noticed his wife wasn't wearing a bra. "You're going braless?"

"Uh ... yeah," Jen said hesitantly. "Randy asked me too." She looked over her shoulder. "Is that okay?"

Michael felt himself grow hard. "Sure, of course," he quickly said, and zipped up her dress.

Jen turned and gripped her husband's hands. "Michael, are you sure about this?"

"What do you mean?" Michael asked. "About going out with Randy tonight?"

Jen shook her head, tossing her soft blonde hair from side to side. "Not just about tonight ... about everything. About me dating Randy. I'm not sure it's good for us."

"Of course it's good for us," Michael insisted. He grinned mischievously. "You enjoy sex with Randy, right? And our sex is better than ever."

"Michael, I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about us, our marriage. If I keep dating Randy, and we keep having sex ... I'm afraid I might develop feelings for him."

Michael suddenly understood his wife's concerns. He took her head in his hands, and kissed her. "Honey, don't worry about that," he said reassuringly. "Of course you'll develop feelings for Randy. That's natural, and perfectly okay."

Jen's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "How can you say that? What will happen to us, if I develop feelings for Randy? What if I fall in love with him?"

Michael shook his head. "Honey, our marriage is strong, we love each other. And you won't fall in love with Randy. It's a crush, that's all."

Michael kissed his wife. "Honey, stop worrying so much. Let's have fun with this. Randy isn't permanent. Eventually we'll move on to another guy. That's the swinging lifestyle."

Jen felt better as they taxied to the club. For the past week, since her date with Randy, she had grown more and more concerned over her growing feelings for Randy. Could she be falling in love with him? But Michael's words put her at ease. It was a crush, not love. Like the crushes she had in high school and college. 

She thought of her growing feelings for Randy. How intimate they had been in bed. Not just during sex, but afterwards. How her heart flipped and her knees grew weak whenever she saw him.  It was just a crush, she kept telling herself. Just a crush.

Michael held his wife's hands in the taxi. He felt the straps of her garter belt under her dress, and he heard the periodic rustle of her stockings against her dress. He was hard, even more so as he anticipated their plans for the evening. Dinner first with Randy, and then back to their apartment, where he'd finally get to see his wife fucked by another man. 

After arriving at the club, Michael got out and held the door open for his wife. "You better take those off," he said as he tapped Jen's left hand.

"Oh, right," Jen said. Somewhat reluctantly, she took off her wedding and engagement rings and put them into her purse.

Randy was already there. He shook Michael's hand, and then took Jen into his arms, kissing her. Michael grew harder as he watched Randy passionately kiss his wife, not two feet in front of him. Randy put his arm around Jen's waist and lead them to their table. Tonight Jen was his date, and Michael was the willing third wheel.

Randy had reserved a secluded alcove with two low-standing contemporary loveseats. Michael sat in one, and Randy and Jen sat in the other. The loveseats stood so low that, as Jen sat, her dress hiked up her thighs, exposing most of her shapely legs. Every now and then, Michael saw a flash of her lacy stocking tops. God she looked so hot.

Randy's arm was around Jen, his hand caressing her bare shoulder. His other hand was on her leg. As they spoke, Randy caressed Jen's silky thigh, at times moving slightly under the hem of her dress. 

Jen stiffened as Randy touched her. She felt uncomfortable with Randy's caresses, with her husband sitting directly across from them. But Michael didn't look upset. His eyes excitedly followed Randy's fingers as he caressed her thigh and moved under her dress. Seeing Michael didn't mind Randy's advances, Jen allowed herself to relax.

Michael's heart pounded. To see Randy fondle his wife so opening in front of him was incredibly thrilling. His ultimate fantasy was going to come true tonight. He was going to watch another man fuck his wife. Jen's reluctance was apparent, but that was part of the turn on. Still, her attraction to Randy was clear. She was guarded, but he saw the effects Randy's charisma and charm were having on her. She seemed taken by him. And Randy's fondling was turning her on. Her arousal was clear not just by her flushed cheeks, but also her hard nipples that poked through her silky dress.

As Randy caressed Jen, he looked directly into Michael's eyes. He loved this. Seducing a young wife in front of her husband. There was nothing better. He told Jen to go braless because he wanted Michael to see the effect he had on her. He wanted Michael to see as his pretty wife's nipples grew harder and harder. The funny thing was, Randy actually liked Michael. But that wasn't going to stop him from taking Michael's wife away from him.

Randy was hard. When the young pretty waitress approached to take their order, Randy purposely spread his legs. Randy's hard cock was clearly outlined in his pants, a thick python running halfway down his muscular thighs. The waitress's eyes grew wide and she couldn't take her eyes off Randy's crotch. Jen looked down and almost shivered at the erotic sight, her nipples growing even harder and straining against the thin material of her dress.

Michael looked where the girls were looking, and was amazed at Randy's size. He was hard too, but his erect cock barely dented his trousers. He suddenly grew self-conscious, and adjusted the napkin on his lap, not wanting the girls to compare him to Randy.

"Can I ... um ... can I get you something?" the leggy waitress asked, not able to tear her eyes away from Randy's crotch. Jen took a dislike to the waitress, not liking how she stared at Randy.

Randy sensed Jen's annoyance, and smiled smugly. "I think we've decided to have a drink at home," he said, handling the waitress a hundred dollar bill as a tip. He stood and helped Jen to her feet. 

When they arrived at Michael and Jen's apartment, Randy pulled Michael aside. "Buddy, give us a few minutes alone. Jen's nervous about you watching, so it'll help if you let me warm her up."

Michael agreed, and Randy led Jen to the guest bedroom. As they walked down the hallway, Jen looked back, and for a moment the married couple's eyes locked together. Looking into his wife's beautiful, innocent eyes, Michael had the urge to shout "Stop! This has gone far enough!"

But then Jen followed Randy into the bedroom, and Michael's unspoken words were left hanging in the air.

Michael walked down the hall and pressed his ear against the door. He heard talking but couldn't make out the words through the thick door. But soon he began to hear moans, and they were clearly his wife's. He looked at his watch. They had been in the bedroom for 15 minutes. Michael decided that was enough time alone. He slowly opened the door, being as quiet as possible.

Before him was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Jen was on her back, naked except for her garter belt, black stockings and high heels. Her black dress and lacy panties lay on the floor. Randy was completely nude and between Jen's legs. He was fucking her.

Michael walked in a few feet so he could see everything. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, and began stroking himself. He remembered the camcorder he had set up earlier, and pressed the record button.

Jen was moaning continuously. Randy pistoned back and forth into Jen's pussy, each stroke incredibly long, each powerful thrust pushing Jen against the headboard. Jen's stockinged legs were wrapped tightly around Randy's waist, the stilettos of her high heels biting into his hard ass.

Randy looked up and saw Michael watching. He inwardly grinned. He loved showing husbands what a real man could give their wives.

By now Randy knew all of Jen's erogenous zones, and he had the tools and technique to stimulate all of them. He knew how she liked to have her breasts fondled and her nipples rubbed, how she liked to have hot breath and a wet tongue in her ear, how she liked to have a gentle caress inside her crack and a light tickle around her sensitive asshole. He knew how to rub her clit just so to ignite and prolong her orgasm, and he knew how to stimulate her g-spot to spark so much orgasmic pleasure shooting through her body to almost make her pass out.

Randy repositioned himself between Jen's open legs, wanting his cockhead to rub against her g-spot. At the same time he inched up Jen's body and pressed down, pushing his thick rod against Jen's clit. Randy fucked Jen slowly but intensely. On each inward thrust he pressed against Jen's g-spot and clit. Then he rotated his hips to simultaneously grind against the young wife's g-spot and clit.

Jen had never felt anything so good, to have her two most sensitive erogenous zones stimulated at the same time by a massive hard cock that filled her up so completely. Jen gripped Randy's muscular arms, ran her nails down his sculpted chest, feeling the rippling strength in Randy's powerful body. Being beneath such a man, having his powerful body between her stocking-clad legs, only heightened her excitement.

Jen felt her orgasm building, and when it came it felt glorious, waves of pleasure flooding through her body. But the pleasure didn't stop, and her orgasm didn't peak. As Randy relentlessly stimulated her clit and g-spot with his long, thick cock, he sent a never ending tidal wave of pleasure coursing through her tight body, each wave more pleasurable than the last. "Oh god, oh god, oh gawwwwd," she cried as she writhed under him.

Michael had never seen his wife this way. Clearly she was cumming, but her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She dug her manicured nails so hard into Randy's back she was practically drawing blood. Her heels had fallen off, and he had never seen her toes curled so intensely. Her moans were continuous and like a low guttural wail. 

Finally Jen's moans subsided and her body relaxed. She collapsed into the bed, her chest heaving, her breathing fast. Jen's face was a picture of complete, post-orgasmic bliss.

Randy pulled out and turned Jen over, intending to take her doggy style. In that moment, Michael saw Randy's cock for the first time, and his eyes grew wide in shock. He had never seen anything so long and thick, even in porno movies. The cockhead was huge and large veins ran up the long, thick rod.  Michael couldn't believe his petite wife could take something so big.

Then Michael and Randy's eyes locked.  Randy's eyes went down to Michael's cock, which he still clutched in his hand. Randy smirked, and Michael flushed in embarrassment. Randy grinned in an arrogant, triumphant way. 

Michael's heart sank as reality hit him. He could never fuck his wife the way Randy could.  Jen would never be sexually satisfied with him again.

Still looking at Michael, Randy said, "Jen, ready for more of my hard cock?"

Jen's face was buried in a pillow. She hadn't even realized Michael was there. It was as if she forgot he existed. 

"Yeah," Jen said, still panting and trying to catch her breath. "Give it to me. Fuck me."

Despite his disheartenment, hearing his wife beg another man to fuck her was too much. Michael jerked and came.

Randy almost laughed as he watched Michael's cock shrivel into a limp worm. He tapped Jen's shapely ass with his hard cock, and then ran his cockhead along the straps of her garter belt, his pre-cum soiling the delicate, lacy material. Then, almost violently, he plunged his long, thick cock into her pussy. 

Jen clenched her eyes close. "Oh gawwwd," she cried as Randy abruptly impaled her. 

Randy fucked Jen hard and the lovers soon established a rhythm. 

"You like fucking my big cock?" Randy asked, looking again at Michael.

"Oh god yeah," Jen panted. She reached between her legs and caressed Randy's balls. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave her. "Your big cock feels soooo good."

Not able to take any more, Michael turned and staggered from the room. 



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 15



Michael fell into his bed. He felt sick as he remembered the way his wife moaned and writhed under Randy as he fucked her with his monster cock. 

"She'll never be satisfied with me again," he admitted to himself. "I'll never be able to make her cum, the way Randy can."

But as Michael remembered what he had seen and heard, he got hard again.

"Give it to me," he remembered his wife begging Randy. "Fuck me!"

Michael wrapped his hand around his cock and masturbated, the images of Randy between his wife's open legs playing through his mind. He stroked his cock faster as he remembered how Jen had run her fingers along the ripples in Randy's muscular arms and chest, how she had dug her nails into his back and wrapped her long shapely legs around his waist, how her stockinged toes had curled as she came on Randy's long thick cock.

Michael quickly came again, but then he immediately felt disgusted with himself. Exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

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Michael slowly woke as a soft hand gently nudged him, and a soft cheek pressed against his. "Wake up sleepyhead," he heard in his ear, and he turned to see his wife snuggled against him in bed. He looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. He must have fallen asleep for three hours. Had they been fucking for that long?

"Where's Randy?"

"He's asleep in the guest room," Jen said, snuggling closer in her husband's arms. Then Jen kissed Michael, and climbed on top of him. Michael began to stiffen as he felt Jen's silky nylons brush against his skin. 

Jen reached between them and caressed her husband's cock and balls. When he was hard, she guided him into her pussy. With her pussy stretched by Randy's much larger cock, Michael entered her easily.

"You're so wet," Michael noticed immediately. "You let him cum inside you?"

Jen nodded. "The condoms we bought weren't large enough." Jen looked alarmed. "You're not mad, are you?" 

Michael felt a mixture of hurt and excitement. "I guess I thought you'd make him pull out."

"He ... he doesn't like pulling out," she said hesitantly. "It's my safe time of the month," she quickly added.

Michael felt the excitement build inside him. "Well, I guess it's okay."

Relieved, Jen began to move up and down on her husband's cock. She ran her nails along his chest, knowing how he liked to be touched.

Jen felt so loose and wet. But even though Michael could barely feel anything, knowing that Randy had just fucked her, had cum inside her, make him dizzy with excitement.

But then, suddenly, Michael's cock softened, and soon he was so limp he felt out of Jen's pussy. "I shouldn't have beat off so much," he silently cursed himself.

Embarrassed, he said, "I guess I'm tired."

Jen kissed him. "That's alright, it's been a long day. Let's go to sleep."

Michael wrapped his arms around his wife, and they fell asleep.

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Michael woke with a start. He looked at the clock. It was 3:30am. He felt for Jen in the bed, but she wasn't there.

With a mixture of dread and anticipation, Michael walked to the guest bedroom. The door was open, and he looked inside.

Jen was on top of Randy, fucking him. She was in the same position with Randy as she had been with Michael just two hours before, but Michael suspected that Randy wouldn't go soft, as he had done.

Michael wondered how long they had been fucking. Had Jen waited until he fell asleep, and then immediately returned to Randy's bed? Had she become addicted to Randy's big cock?

Jen still wore her garter belt, but the stockings had become detached and were now loosely around her calves and ankles. She fucked Randy slowly and steadily, pulling up until he was almost out of her, and then pushing down until he was completely inside. It wasn't the frantic fucking like before, but the slow and deliberate fucking of familiar lovers, the kind of fucking that feeds the heart as much as the body.

Michael felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal as he watched them. Their movements were so intimate ... Randy fondling Jen's breasts, Jen caressing Randy's muscular chest, the two of them kissing and twirling their tongues. They didn't speak, but the room was full of their soft sounds of arousal. 

This wasn't just sex. It wasn't fucking.

It was making love.

A part of him wanted to pull Jen away and take her back to his bed. But even as his jealousy increased, his excitement grew so much that he felt lightheaded. Somehow, his jealousy feed into and increased his sexual excitement.

He went back to his bedroom and fell into the bed, feeling a mixture of regret, sadness, and excitement. His cock was hard. He masturbated to the image of Jen fucking Randy and quickly came. Then he fell into a restless sleep.

*****************

Michael awoke with the sun shining in his eyes. The clock said 8:00am. He looked for Jen, but she wasn't there. He wondered if his wife had spent the entire evening in Randy's bed.

Michael found his wife in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"Where's Randy?" 

Jen turned, startled. "God, you scared me! Randy left a few minutes ago."

Michael saw two dishes on the table. "You already ate with Randy?"

"Um ... yeah ... I was going to wake you, but you were sleeping so soundly. Your breakfast is warming in the oven."

"Maybe later," Michael said, not trying to hide his anger. It bothered him that Jen had made Randy breakfast, and ate with him, without bothering to wake him up. "I think I'll take a shower," he said, his unhappiness apparent on his face.

Michael entered the shower and let the hot water wash over him. A few minutes later the curtains parted, and Jen joined him. Without saying a word, Jen got on her knees and went down on her husband. Despite being upset, his body was still excited by the events of the night before. With images of Randy and Jen fucking running through his mind, Michael quickly came in his wife's mouth.

"You seem upset," Jen said later as they snuggled in bed. "Are you mad about last night?"

"I'm not sure how I feel," Michael said honestly. His anger was gone, replaced by uncertainty and mixed feelings. "Last night was incredible. I've never been so excited, watching you with another man. I think I came three times, playing with myself as I watched Randy fuck you."

"But ... it made me jealous, too, watching how you responded to him. I guess I wasn't as prepared for it as I thought. Did you ... did you sleep with him last night?"

Jen nodded, looking guilty. "After we fell asleep, Randy came in and woke me up. We went back to the guest room. We, um ... we had sex again. Then I guess I fell asleep. I wasn't planning to sleep with him, but I guess I was tired."

She looked quizzically at her husband. "Does that upset you, that I slept with Randy? I mean, after having sex with him, I guess I don't understand how sleeping with him matters."

"I guess I don't know either," Michael said, shrugging. "Somehow, sleeping with him is more intimate than having sex with him. I know that sounds crazy, but it's how I feel."

"So ... what do you want to do now? Are you saying you want to stop playing the game?"

"No," Michael said quickly. "I love watching you with other men. It's such a turn-on. And I know you like the variety. But you were right. We shouldn't play with the same guy. I didn't think it would bother me, but it does. I think we should play with different guys, like before. So I don't want you to see Randy anymore."

"Well ... okay," Jen said somewhat reluctantly.

*****************

Three weeks later, Michael and Jen were in the Acela, riding the train to Pennsylvania. But they weren't traveling together. 

Jen looked nervous as she sat in the lounge car, sipping white wine. She wore a classic black dress that buttoned in the front. The top three buttons were undone, revealing a hint of her lacy black demi-bra. The dress ended above Jen's knees and the bottom four buttons were also undone, so her dress parted high up her thighs when she crossed her stocking-clad legs.

Michael watched from across the car as a well dressed man approached his wife. He was 30-something and broad shouldered, and looked like a lawyer or broker. (Jen later told Michael the man's name was Jason). 

Michael smiled encouragingly when his wife nervously glanced his way. Then Michael watched as Jen flirted with Jason. Playing her role well, she twirled her blonde hair, played with the buttons on her dress, smoothed her stockings, and dangled her heels from her toe. As they spoke, they touched each other. Jen's touching was less than Jason's, but her subtle touching encouraged him, and he became bolder and bolder. His hands were on her legs, caressing her knee, then moving up her silky thighs until momentarily disappearing under her dress. 

After twenty minutes of flirting and three rounds of drinks, Jason rose and whispered into Jen's ear. Michael watched as Jen hesitated, and then nodded. She took Jason's offered hand and slid off the stool, inadvertently causing her dress to ride up and momentarily flash her lacy stocking tops.

Jason took Jen's hand and led her to the back of the car. Jen was unsteady in her high heels after all the drinks. But the drinks helped soothe the butterflies in her stomach. Still, she followed Jason nervously, hoping they would go unnoticed, but the lounge car was too small for that, and Jen's beauty and flirtation with Jason had drawn the attention of every male in the car. Jason went into the bathroom. Jen saw the eyes on her, and knew she couldn't follow Jason without being noticed. Then she glanced at Michael, and saw the intensity in his eyes. "Go in with him," she heard her husband silently urge. Red faced and ashamed, Jen quickly followed Jason into the bathroom.

Jason locked the door and roughly pushed Jen against the wall. The charming man from the lounge was gone, replaced by an aggressive well-hung stud interested in only one thing. Jason had noticed Jen's wedding ring. This wasn't the first time he had picked up a married woman on his weekly business trips between New York and Philly. He loved fucking married woman, and knew exactly what Jen wanted.

Jason pushed his tongue down Jen's throat, at the same time undoing the buttons to her dress. Soon Jen's dress lay at her feet, leaving her in just her demi-bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, as well as her high heels.

Jason groped Jen's tits. He pushed up her bra and roughly fondled her naked breasts and rubbed her nipples. "Oh god," Jen moaned, her body responding to Jason's rough fondling. Jason smiled. "You like it rough, is that it?" Jason said as he pinched Jen's erect nipples.

"Is this what you want?" he asked as he crudely pressed his hard-on against Jen's flat stomach. "Your husband not giving you enough?" 

Jason turned Jen around so her naked tits pressed against the wall. "Uhhh," Jen grunted as Jason ripped off her panties. 

Jason unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He rubbed his hard cock between Jen's shapely cheeks, pressing against her clit.

"Ohhhhh," Jen moaned. 

"Is this what you want bitch? You need this big cock? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeeees," Jen moaned. "Please, fuck me."

That was all Jason needed to hear. He positioned his cock at Jen's pussy lips, and then with one powerful upward thrust, he pushed himself into Jen's married pussy.

"Oh god," Jen moaned. Jason wasn't as big as Randy, but he was big enough, and hard enough.

Jason explored Jen's tight body as he fucked her with his hard cock. He cupped and fondled her firm tits, ran his hands over her flat stomach, and traced his fingers along her garter belt and lacy stocking tops. Jason got harder as he fondled Jen's tight, 25 year old body. "God you're fucking hot!" Jason marveled as he rammed Jen with his cock. 

Jason turned Jen around because he wanted to look into her pretty face as he fucked her. "Your tight pussy feels good around my cock!" he hissed as he pounded her.

Jen wrapped a shapely leg around Jason, pulling him closer, urging more of his cock inside her. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged. Jason wasn't as long or thick as Randy, but he was big enough. His hard cock felt so good inside her, and she was even more aroused by the naughtiness of fucking him just a few feet from a roomful of people. Within moments her body convulsed as she came on Jason's cock, the intense orgasm shooting shockwaves of pleasure through her young married body.

Seeing Jen's beautiful face shudder with orgasm pushed Jason to the edge of his own orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he growled.

Still basking in the warmth of her own orgasm, Jen became alarmed, realizing she hadn't made Jason use a condom. "Don't cum inside me!" she pleaded. "I'm not on the pill!"

"Fuck!" Jason growled disappointedly. He pulled out and pushed Jen to her knees. "Then suck me off bitch and swallow my load!"

Jen opened her mouth, realizing she had no other choice. She braced herself, but still almost gagged as Jason pushed half his cock into her mouth. Jen struggled briefly as Jason forced more of his shaft down her throat, but Jen knew it was either in her pussy, on her face, or down her throat, and of the three, the last option was the best one. Jen relaxed and tried to adjust to Jason's size. He wasn't as big as Randy, but then Randy never tried to get all his cock down her throat. 

Jen felt Jason clutch her hair as he fucked her face. With each thrust into her mouth, Jason pushed Jen along the rough tile floor. Jen could feel her stockings ripping at her knees. 

Jason looked down at Jen as he fucked her pretty face, impressed she was able to swallow most of his long thick shaft. Not many girls had been able to do that. Jason wanted to prolong the experience. Jen was movie-star beautiful, and it was hard to hold off as his thick shaft went in and out of her soft mouth, between her full pouty lips. But finally he couldn't hold off any longer. Jason's body convulsed as his cock twitched in Jen's mouth, and then he shot enormous amounts of spunk down the young wife's throat.

Jason pulled Jen to her feet. She looked enticing in just her garter belt, stockings and heels, and he couldn't help reaching out and fondling her small, perky tits. He wished he had more time to fuck her again, but they were pulling into 30th Street Station and his wife would be waiting for him. Jason eased his cock back into his pants, fixed his tie and jacket, and then left the bathroom.

Jen staggered to the sink. She fixed her hair and makeup, and pulled her bra down over her breasts. After putting on her dress, she picked up her torn panties and threw them away. With another glance at the mirror, she steeled herself, and walked out of the bathroom. 

She wasn't surprised everyone turned to look at her. They had all seen her go into the bathroom with Jason, and although she had fixed her makeup and hair, she knew she had that freshly-fucked look, and her stockings were terribly laddered around her knees. 

Jen's cheeks redden in humiliation as she heard the snickering and saw the finger pointing. She saw Michael in the background. He smiled approvingly, but his support didn't ease her embarrassment and humiliation. She wanted to find a place to hide. But she couldn't leave the car because they were pulling into Philly, so she had to stand there and pretend not to notice the lecherous eyes of all the men, and the jeers and snickering of all the women.

Later, in their hotel, Jen cried as Michael held her. "I feel like a cheap slut," she sobbed. 

"No, no," Michael said soothingly. "You're not a slut. You're my beautiful wife, and you make all my fantasies come true."

Jen couldn't deny how good the sex with Jason had been. He had made her cum, and because of his size and the naughtiness of the situation, it had been a great orgasm. But despite her husband's assurances, she felt like a slut. 

She thought of Randy. A part of her missed him. He could have satisfied her without making her feel like a slut, without embarrassing and humiliating her.



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 16



Jen felt relaxed sitting in the theater, next to Michael. Finally, a normal evening! 

For the past few months they'd played the game every few weeks. If it was up to Michael, they'd play every night. But Jen agreed to play only when she could no longer deny her body's desires. She'd hold off as long as she could, but eventually her body's cravings became too much to resist, and she'd give in and play. Each time was different, but the game always ended the same way, with Jen getting fucked by a well hung stranger.

Jen always felt ashamed and slutty after those evenings. She liked the attention she got from guys, and she enjoyed flirting. But letting a stranger fuck her just an hour after meeting him ... letting him kiss and fondle her ... letting a stranger penetrate her, and sometimes cum inside her ... being so easy. She felt ashamed and slutty. This was not how she thought married life would be like. 

But she couldn't deny the pleasure she got from these one night stands. She almost always came, and usually her orgasms were really good. But why did she have to pay such an emotional high price to get physical sexual satisfaction?

Her thoughts drifted often to Randy. If she was with him ... if she were Randy's wife ... he could give her want she craved. Randy could satisfy her, and she wouldn't need other men, she'd only need Randy. 

She felt terrible for thinking these thoughts. She was Michael's wife, not Randy's. She loved Michael, not Randy. She tried to banish the thoughts away, but they kept coming back. Truth was, she still had feelings for Randy. Michael wanted her to stop dating Randy, so she did. But she couldn't turn off her feelings so easily. Michael called it a crush, not love. But whatever those feelings were –crush, infatuation, love -- Jen still had them, they hadn't gone away. 

Jen couldn't just forget Randy, like turning off a light. And Randy wasn't making it easy to forget him. He was always stopping by her office, calling her, IM'ing her. He had made his intentions clear. Randy wanted her. And not just for sex. Since breaking off with him, Randy had told Jen many times he had fallen in love with her. Randy wanted her to divorce Michael, and marry him. 

Jen hadn't told Michael this, because she knew it would upset him too much. She loved Michael. But these games ... they made her feel so slutty and dirty, they were so demeaning, they made her feel bad about herself. And yet, if she didn't play the game, at least sometimes, her body would go crazy with sexual frustration. 

Jen had given up hoping Michael could satisfy her sexual needs. Maybe in the past, he could satisfy her. Or maybe she just hadn't known what she was missing. After being with all these hunky guys ... especially Randy ... she knew Michael couldn't give her what she needed.

She hated that this was true, and she cursed herself for having desires that could only be satisfied by well-hung muscular men. But it frustrated and hurt her that Michael didn't even try to satisfy her anymore. They hardly ever had intercourse, and he rarely went down on her or even fingered her. He seemed happy with his hand and watching her with other men. He didn't seem interested in pleasing her ... he seemed content to leave that to other men.

So Jen had no choice but to play the game, and have sex with other men. She could play with herself or use toys, but that gave her only temporary relief, and often it actually increased her frustration. She no longer tried to deny it ... she needed a big hard cock attached to a handsome, well built man to truly satisfy and satiate her sexual longings. Her needs shamed her, made her feel dirty and whorish, made her feel like slutty white trash. 

And then she'd think about Randy again. It was tempting. He could give her everything she needed. She wouldn't need any other man, just him.

Jen shook her head, excising these thoughts from her mind. She was already married to a man she loved, and tonight they were just a normal married couple, out to see the new James Bond movie.

As they watched the movie, Jen felt Michael's hand on her knee. He slowly moved up her thigh, moving under her skirt. Jen glanced at the middle-aged man sitting next to her. His eyes were riveted on her legs and Michael's hand under her skirt. Jen demurely adjusted and pushed down her skirt, hoping Michael would get the message, but instead, Michael's hand returned to her thigh, moving back under her skirt.

The man couldn't take his eyes off Jen's legs. Michael saw that, and got hard. He pushed Jen's skirt up higher, revealing more of his wife's shapely thighs to the strange man. 

The man salivated as Jen's lacy stocking tops came into view. The man glanced at Michael and his cheeks redden when he saw Michael looking at him, embarrassed to be caught ogling another man's wife. But then the man saw Michael smile encouragingly, and he realized he was free to look as much as he wanted.

Michael wrapped his arm around Jen and pulled her towards him, kissing her. Jen tried to pull away but he placed his hand behind her head, keeping his lips on hers, darting his tongue into her mouth. As he kissed his wife, Michael kept his eyes on the man, who was still ogling Jen's legs. Michael pushed Jen's skirt even higher, wanting the man to see even more of his wife's long shapely legs.

The man tentatively reached out a hand and touched Jen's back. Jen immediately turned and glared at the man. But Michael pulled her head back towards him and covered her mouth with his again. At the same time, Michael nodded to the man encouragingly, giving the man permission to touch Jen.

Emboldened, the man caressed Jen's back, feeling her bra under her cashmere sweater. Jen tried again to pull away, but Michael held her still. The man seemed content with just rubbing Jen's back. Impatient, Michael grabbed the man's hand and pulled it down to Jen's exposed thigh.

The man couldn't believe his luck. Not only could he look, but touch, too. And not just the sexy blonde's back, but her legs. The man caressed Jen's exposed thighs, loving the feel of the silky nylons and lacy stocking tops. Michael forced Jen's skirt even higher, until it was bunched around her waist. The man almost came in his pants when he saw the garter belt holding up the stockings. He excitedly traced his fingers along the straps of Jen's garter belt, and caressed the soft bare skin above Jen's thigh high stockings. 

As the man caressed Jen's legs, Michael pulled Jen's sweater out of her skirt and pushed it above her bra. With experienced fingers, Michael deftly unsnapped the back clasp of the bra. He pushed the bra up and was pleased to see that Jen's nipples were rock hard. Michael lowered his face and sucked Jen's nipples into his mouth, and inwardly grinned as he heard his wife moan. 

Michael locked his foot around Jen's slim ankle, pulling his wife's legs apart. He grabbed the man's hand and pulled it to Jen's pussy. Michael hooked a finger into Jen's panties and pulled them to the side, giving the stranger unfettered access to his wife's most private parts. The stranger almost had a heart attack when he saw Jen's beautiful petite pussy, absolutely bare except for a neatly trimmed landing strip about her clit. He stuck two fingers into Jen's tight pussy – she was soaking – and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Jen squirmed as Michael sucked and licked her nipples, and the strange man explored her most private parts. This had happened so fast. Yet, here she was, terribly exposed in a public theater, being finger fucked by a stranger as her husband fondled her breasts. 

But, god, it felt good. She hadn't wanted to play the game, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she was feeling. But then she noticed other men looking at her. The theater wasn't crowded, but it seemed like every man in the place now surrounded them, and their eyes were riveted on her. Jen flushed with embarrassment. She felt so humiliated, to be so exposed to their eyes. These strangers could see everything, her breasts, her legs, even her pussy. It was so humiliating, so demeaning, so ... naughty.

Suddenly Jen shook as an orgasm ripped through her body. "Oh gawwwd," she moaned. Waves of intense pleasure cascaded through her body, and they went on and on. When finally her orgasm subsided, Jen was left breathless, her heart pounding in her chest, her head dizzy from the glorious, unexpected orgasmic pleasure.

But the man to her right didn't stop. He got on his knees and pushed Jen's legs wide apart. At this point Jen didn't have the will to resist. The man ripped off Jen's panties, and then attacked her pussy with his mouth and tongue.

Jen gripped the arms of her chair as the stranger went down on her. It felt good. The man was good at eating pussy. Jen felt another orgasm building inside her.

Suddenly, Jen realized Michael was no longer beside her. Where did he go? But then just as quickly, another stranger was sitting in Michael's place. And then a third stranger sat on her other side. One stranger kissed her while the other fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

Jen had never been in an adult theater, but she imagined this is what it must be like. Surrounded by numerous men, all of them watching, as they took turns fucking her. Is that what was happening? Was Michael going to let all these strangers fuck her, gang bang her?

Jen got her answer as the man between her legs rose up. He took his cock out of his pants, and then he positioned himself, aligning his cock with Jen's wet pussy. Then the men beside her grabbed her hands, and made her hold their hard cocks. Jen heard more zippers opening, and soon all the men had their cocks out. 

"Oh god," Jen thought, "they're going to fuck me. They're all going to fuck me." Jen shuddered from the wicked thought, and she realized she was cumming again. "Uhhhhhhh," she groaned as again waves of pleasure rippled through her body.

The stranger rubbed his large bulbous cock head between Jen's pussy lips. Jen braced herself, knowing he was about to penetrate her. 

Then, just as the man was about to lunge into Jen's pussy, the movie abruptly stopped and bright lights came on. "What the hell is going on?!" a man yelled as he ran down the aisle.

"Who the hell are you?" one of the men surrounding Jen yelled back.

"I'm the manager of this place, and all of you better get the hell out of here before I call the cops!"

 

Everyone quickly left, not wanting to get involved in a sex scandal. Jen pulled her sweater and skirt down. She looked around for Michael but he wasn't there. She hurried towards the exit but the manager grabbed her arm.

"Not so fast, lady," the manager said. Holding her firmly, the manager forced Jen into his office.

The manager closed the door, and then leaned against it, blocking the only exit. The manager was short and fat, with greasy hair and a pockmarked face.

"You lost me a lot of money, lady," the manager said. "There were families in there – wives and kids – they'll never come back here. This isn't a porno store or an adult theater. What the hell were you doing fucking all those guys?"

"I wasn't!" Jen insisted. "My husband ... he started kissing me ... things just got out of control."

"Your husband?" the manager smirked. "I don't see any husband. Where is he?"

"I ... I don't know," Jen said. "I don't know where he went."

The manager looked skeptical. "Don't try to bullshit me. You're a whore, turning tricks in my theater." The manager picked up the phone. "I'm calling the cops."

"No, don't, please," Jen cried. "I'll be ruined if this gets out. I'll lose my job, my reputation. Please, I swear to you, I'm not a prostitute, things just got out of control. Please, let me go."

The manager looked Jen over, his eyes moving from her pretty face to her high heels. His lecherous eyes focused on her chest. Jen hadn't had time to pull down her bra, so it lay bunched under her sweater, below her neck. Her snug cashmere sweater molded itself around Jen's braless tits, her nipples clearly visible through the sheer material of the sweater.

The manager picked up a pool cue that leaned against his desk. He extended the stick towards Jen's legs, and then used it to raise her skirt above her lace stocking tops.

"Please, don't," Jen begged, but she didn't try to stop the manager.

The manager pointed the stick at Jen's chest, and then rubbed Jen's nipples with the end of the cue.

Jen shuddered. "Please," she begged with a quivering voice. "Please, don't call the police. Let me go, please." 

"I'll let you go," the manager said as he gently pushed the end of the stick between Jen's lips. "But first you're going to do some things for me. Now come over here. And get on your knees."

"No, please," Jen said, tears forming in her eyes.

The manager picked up the phone. "Do what I say – exactly what I say – or I call the cops."

Jen knew she had no choice. With tears running down her cheeks, she got on her knees.

Smiling triumphantly, the short ugly manager moved forward until his huge belly pressed against Jen's pretty face. "What are you waiting for, slut?" he said cruelly. "You know what to do."

With shaking hands, Jen reached up and unzipped the manager's pants.

****************************

Three hours later, Jen staggered into her apartment. The manager had fucked her repeatedly. She could still taste his cum in her mouth, and her thighs were wet with his spunk leaking from her well-used pussy.

She found Michael in the family room, playing with himself while he watched a movie on the computer. She couldn't believe what she saw. It was a movie of the manager fucking her.

Michael smiled. "Wilbur just emailed this to me. You were wonderful!"

"What?" Jen asked, not understanding. "You know him?"

"Of course I do. I do Wilbur's taxes, I've known him for years."

Jen couldn't believe what she was hearing. "So --- you set this all up? You let that foul man rape me?"

Michael's smile disappeared. "Honey, don't be upset. Wilbur didn't rape you. I've watched it all. He made you cum multiple times. Don't deny it, I saw your face, I saw how you wrapped your legs around him dug your nails into his back. You loved the fucking Wilbur gave you."

"How can you say that?" Jen sobbed. "He raped me, and you set it all up. You let him rape me."

"No, no, no" Michael protested, wrapping his arms around her. "He didn't rape you. Okay, you're right, I set this up. But it was just another game. I was doing it for you as much as me. Honey, I love you, and I know you better than anyone. I know what you want, what you need."

"You know what I want?" Jen said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You know what I need? You think I want to act like a cheap slut and fuck strangers? You think I want to be raped? Well, I don't! I don't! I hate the game, I hate it!"

"That's not true," Michael said quickly. "You love the game as much as me, I know you do. You love all the sex, you always cum."

"I hate the game!" Jen insisted angrily, all of her pent up concerns, doubts and insecurities coming to the surface. "You say I want to fuck other men? Well, if you were more of a man, I wouldn't need anyone else. If you could satisfy me, I wouldn't need other men to make me cum."

Michael took a step back, his wife's angry words hitting him like a physical blow. "I never knew ... never realized you thought so little of me."

Jen shook her head. "Michael, what kind of man wants his wife to have sex with other men?" She felt emotionally spent. Lifelessly she walked into the bedroom and threw some clothes into a suitcase. 

"What are you doing?" Michael asked.

"I need to get away," Jen replied, her voice filled with sadness. "I think I need some time away from you."

Michael reached out and grabbed her arm. "No, please, don't go. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have set you up with Wilbur. It was a terrible mistake, please don't leave."

Jen pulled her arm away. "Michael, I can't go on like this. I want a normal life. I want to feel good about myself again." She started walking away.

"But where will you go? You're going to Randy, aren't you? Don't ... he'll never love you like me. He'll never understand you like me. You have to trust me. I know what you want, what you need."

"No Michael," Jen said firmly. "The game is your fantasy, not mine. I can't do this anymore."



Playing at Work is Dangerous Ch. 17



(Six months later)

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Randy growled as he pounded Jen's pussy.

"Yeah god, oh god, I'm cumming too, you're making me cum again," Jen whined, her stocking-clad legs wrapped tightly around Randy's waist and her nails digging into his back.

Randy lunged once more and began shooting his seed deep into Jen's fertile womb.  At the same time, Jen's lithe body tensed and her back arched, the stilettos of her heels digging into the back of Randy's muscular thighs, urging him even deeper inside her.

Afterwards, Randy possessively held Jen in his muscular arms.  "Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go again," he said.

"Um ... I'd really like that, but I can't.  Remember? I have to see Michael tonight ... about the divorce papers."

"Oh yeah," Randy said, a big smile coming to his face.  "Finally!  About time you divorced HR."  Randy chuckled, then turned serious.  "Now you can marry me.  Tommy will drive you."

"No, that's okay," Jen said.  "Tommy's busy tonight.  He's taking his mother to dinner, it's her birthday."

"Fuck that," Randy scoffed.  "He does what I say.  His old bag of a mother can wait."  He smiled and leered at her.  "I want him to get you back here asap.  I wanna see if your pussy feels any different once you're a single girl again."

Jen silently shrugged, knowing it was useless trying to convince Randy otherwise.

"Sorry about this," Jen said to Tommy as he held the door open for her.  "I could've driven myself, but Randy insisted.  This shouldn't take long."

Tommy smiled at Jen, both from her kindness, and also the nice view he got of her long shapely legs as she stepped into the car.  "That's alright, it's no trouble."  

As they drove, Jen thought of Randy.  She wondered if she had done the right thing by moving in with him.  It seemed like the right thing to do after leaving Michael.  

But Randy's confidence and charisma that had originally attracted her, now seemed more like arrogance and cruelness.  And, surprisingly, sex with Randy wasn't as exciting as before.  He seemed to desire her as much as ever, and they had sex every day, usually more than once.  But sex with Randy had become monotonous, almost boring.  He was gorgeous and had an incredible body, and his cock was magnificent.  But while he usually made her cum, the sex just wasn't as exciting or satisfying as before.

Tommy opened her door once they arrived at the restaurant.  Jen was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't notice as Tommy ogled her as she slid from the car, her short skirt hiking up so much to almost expose her lacy stocking tops.

Michael was already in the restaurant, and handed Jen an envelope.  "Here you go," he said without any introduction, his voice filled with regret.  "I've signed the papers, so as soon as you sign, our divorce will be final.  You'll be free to marry Randy."

Jen blushed.  "I haven't decided if I'm going to marry him."

A waiter came to take Jen's drink order.  Jen studied the drink menu, giving the waiter ample time to look down her blouse and admire the soft swell of her breasts as they lay snuggly inside her demi-bra.

Michael looked terrible, sadness clear on his face.  "Well, I hope you'll be happy, whatever you decide.  I just want you to know ... well, I'm really sorry for all the things I did.  I didn't mean to force you into anything, but now I see I did.  I'm sorry for that, really sorry."

Jen fought back tears, her feelings for Michael still strong.  "I'm sorry too.  I said some things to you I really regret saying."

"No, no," Michael quickly said.  "I deserved it all.  I was cruel to you.  You deserve better.  I hope Randy -- or whoever you end up with -- I hope he makes you really happy."

Jen started to say something, but then a loud commotion drew their attention.  They looked at the entrance and saw an overweight, balding short man arguing with the hostess.  Jen's eyes grew wide in surprise.  It was Dick!

Jen turned back to Michael, who looked embarrassed.  "You better leave, before he gets here," Michael said.

"You're meeting with Dick?" Jen asked in shock.

Michael looked embarrassed.  "Randy fired my firm.  My boss said he'd fire me if I didn't get another big client.  So ..."

"You're doing Dick's taxes?" Jen asked, the disbelief clear in her voice.

Michael looked down, feeling small and humiliated.  "No, he hasn't decided yet.  That's why I'm having dinner with him.  I'm hoping he'll hire my firm."

Jen nodded, feeling bad for Michael.  "Well, um, good luck," she said.  "I guess I better go." 

"Yeah, that's probably best, before he sees you.  He, ah ... he asks about you all the time."

Jen's eyes grew wide.  "He does?" 

"Yeah," Michael said sheepishly.  "He wants me to set up another date with you."

"I told him no, of course," Michael quickly added.  He glanced over at Dick again, who was still arguing with the hostess.  Or maybe he was flirting with her, Michael could never tell with Dick.  He turned back to Jen.  "You better go, before he sees you."

As Jen rode in the back of the limo, she shivered at the memory of Dick.  She shuddered as she recalled how Dick had fondled her at the Hudson Hotel, and how he had taken advantage of her during their date at the Private Eyes club.  She remembered how the dancer had groped her.  What was her name?  Then Jen remembered.  Mona.

Mona.  

Jen shivered again.

Suddenly, Jen realized she was aroused.  More aroused than she had been in months, since moving in with Randy ...  since leaving Michael.

And in that moment of self awareness, Jen understood herself.  Truly understood herself, for the first time in her life. 

Handsome men, sculpted bodies, big cocks.  That wasn't what really turned her on.  Randy had all that, and he aroused her less and less.

What turned her on was the game.  Being controlled, being taken.  Getting groped and fondled.  Getting forced down on her knees.  Having her legs pulled apart.  Being used ... soiled.  Being humiliated.  

And knowing that someone was watching her.  That someone was getting turned on by what men were doing to her.

But also knowing she could let herself go, let men do things to her, because that someone was there to take care of her if things got out of control.

Jen shivered with sexually excitement.  She didn't have to touch herself to know she was soaking.  "Tommy," she said, her voice trembling a little.  "Could you take me back to the restaurant?  I ... um ... I forgot something."

Tommy glanced at the mirror and looked at his boss's pretty blonde girlfriend, her nipples so hard they were poking through her silk blouse.  He stiffened in his pants.  "Sure," he said, knowing he'd need a cold shower if he couldn't find a girl later that night to take care of his needs.

At the restaurant, Jen looked around the corner at Michael's table, not wanting Dick to see her.  Seeing that Michael was alone, she walked quickly over.

He looked up in surprise.  "Is something wrong?"

"I ... I," Jen sputtered anxiously, not knowing how to begin.  "I just ... I just wanted to let you know that you were right.  You do know me better than anyone else.  And, I'm not going to marry Randy.  I don't love him.  You're the only man I've ever loved."  Jen paused, tears of regret in her eyes.  She dropped the envelope containing the divorce papers on the table.  She mustered all her courage.  "Can I ... can I move back home?" she asked, her eyes so big and her voice so pleading that she seemed to be a school girl asking a teacher for forgiveness.

Michael looked shocked at Jen's words.  Before he could reply, Dick returned from the washroom.  "Well, who do we have here?  Hello Jen, funny to see you here. Mike and I were just talking about you."  Dick leered at Jen, his eyes hungrily moving up and down her body.  "Why don't you join us?"

Jen shook her head, and was about to speak when Michael interrupted her.  

"I just told Jen you wanted to go out with her again," Michael said.  He looked sideways at his almost-ex wife and saw a quizzical expression on her face.  "She said she'd love to go out with you again."

"Really?" Dick said excitedly, immediately taking Jen's soft hands in his.  

"In fact," Michael continued, "She said she's free tonight."

"Is that right?" Dick said, snaking an arm around Jen's waist, his pudgy hand just above the curve of her tight ass.  "Well, I'm up for that."  Dick laughed, belatedly realizing his double entendre.  "I'm definitely up for that!"

Michael saw Jen about to protest.  "Jen, after your date, why don't you give me a call?  We'll continue our conversation.  I might be open to your suggestion."

The anxiety on Jen's face turned to joy.  "Really?  You will?"

"I might," Michael said with a shrug.  "We'll talk ... AFTER your date with Dick."

Jen slowly nodded, understanding the deal Michael was offering.  He'd take her back, but only after she went on a date with Dick.

Jen stiffened as she felt Dick move his hand to her ass. He began to fondle her, pushing her skirt between her crack with the tips of his fat fingers as he cupped her cheeks with his pudgy hand.  Her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment as she saw people watching as this fat, ugly man openly fondled her.

"You DO want to go out with Dick, don't you?" Michael asked.

Knowing the stakes of this game, Jen said, "Yes, I'd, ah, I'd love to go out with Dick again." 

Dick was practically panting.  "Then let's get going.  Mike, we can continue our meeting some other time."

"Of course," Michael said.  "I almost forgot.  Jen's probably too shy to tell you, but she told me she'd love to see your friend Mona again."

Jen's face went pale, and she looked anxiously at Michael.  

"Isn't that right, Jen?" Michael asked.  "You'd love to spend time with Mona again?  With both Dick and Mona?"

Jen felt dizzy, her heart pounding.  Things were going so fast.  Her memory of Dick and Mona were still fresh in her mind, the way they had taken advantage of her, the way Mona had almost fucked her with a huge strap-on, the way they had almost gang banged her in front of a packed audience of leering, sex hungry men.  The thought of being with Dick and Mona terrified her.  Her good sense told her to run away.

But she had never been so sexually excited.  Her nipples were so hard they hurt as they pressed against her lacy bra, and her pussy throbbed.

Jen looked down at the pointy tips of her high heels.  "Yes," she said in a soft, almost trembling voice.  "It'd be nice to see Mona again."

Dick's eyes grew wide, looking like he had died and gone to heaven.  "Let's go then!  Mona will love seeing you again Jen, she's always talking about you!"

Dick began leading Jen away, and then turned back.  "Hey Mike ... you said you were getting a divorce.  Want to come along?"

Michael looked deep into Jen's expectant eyes.  "I think my wife and I are getting back together."

"But sure, I'll come along," Michael continued.  "To watch the show."  

Then Michael tore up the envelope containing the divorce papers, and the three of them left to find Mona.

~~~ The End ~~~



Playing Away



It had been a long day; endless meetings with contractors, solicitors, architects, planning-officers, it seemed my secretary had arranged meetings with anyone who wanted to talk to me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my job and the salary that goes with it, but getting this new factory built had been a huge pain in the ass. All I wanted was to get back home and spend some time with my wife and kids; but that wasn’t going to happen just yet, there were three more days of meetings and site visits to endure before I could go home.

I could imagine Sharon, my indispensable but cruel PA, arranging my schedule with a kind of perverted glee, but eventually even she must have felt a twinge of sympathy for me; at last, the endless meetings ended and I headed off to the hotel Sharon had booked for me. It was nothing special, identical to countless others I had stayed in, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that my room had a shower and a bed, which I intended to make immediate use of. It seemed to take forever to check in, but eventually I got to my room, tearing off my clothes as soon as I got in the door and heading straight foot the shower. However, as soon as I had finished showering I realised there was another priority I had to take care of; a cup of coffee for breakfast and a pre-packed plastic sandwich at lunchtime had left me ravenous. When I arrived at the hotel I had noticed the hotel restaurant was open for a couple more hours, so I had plenty of time to give my wife Karen a call, maybe even take a short nap.

I woke up lying across the bed, still naked from the shower, phone in my hand; I must have fallen asleep before I could call Karen. I hadn’t realised quite how tired I was, but the nap had done the trick, I felt more refreshed and wide awake than I had done all day. The clock told me I only had thirty minutes until the hotel restaurant closed, so I quickly dressed and went back downstairs.

The restaurant was pretty much empty by now, only a few tables were occupied with diners lingering over their desserts. I seated myself at a table near the window, and a pretty young waitress came over to take my order. I can’t remember what I ordered, I was more interested in the waitress; she was young, as I said, no more than nineteen or twenty, with long dark hair and luminous brown eyes, slim figure, short skirt, nice legs. I flirted with her, in my usual lumbering way, and she responded pleasantly enough, rewarding my clumsy efforts with a girlish giggle that I found quite arousing.

As I waited for my meal, my mobile rang. I answered it quickly when I saw it was our home number.

“Well, hello”, my wife’s voice always has an effect on me and I felt a tightening in my groin. I glanced up and saw my sexy little waitress chatting to the diners at a nearby table; the sight of her smooth round buttocks in a tight black skirt made my cock stiffen even more.

“Hello yourself,” I replied. “Sorry I didn’t call earlier, but I nodded off.”

“Oh, I thought you’d forgotten all about me” said Karen, a pretend-pout in her voice that put an image in my mind of her soft warm lips. “Anyway,” she continued “where are you?”

“Hotel restaurant,” I replied. “Waiting to be served.”

“Oh, really? Are you expecting a good service?”

“Well, one never knows one’s luck”, I said, my eyes fixed on that delightful rear, jiggling away from me towards the kitchen. I explained to Karen about the waitress, and my dear wife then spent the next five minutes telling me in pornographic detail exactly what she would do with the waitress if she were there instead of me. By the time she had finished, my cock was fully erect, painfully constrained by my clothing. Karen ended the conversation by whispering “Don’t come home until you’ve fucked her.”

I should explain, although Karen and I have a very happy and stable marriage we are not exclusive; if the opportunity for some harmless fun presents itself, we take it. Both of us are happy with this arrangement, in fact the greatest turn on when we are reunited is to snuggle up in bed together and relate our adventures to each other; this always ends in a marathon session of the most passionate and imaginative sex either of us have ever experienced.

So, with my wife’s blessing, I considered how to seduce this pretty waitress, a girl young enough to be my daughter. Imagine my consternation when I saw her, through the open kitchen door, putting her coat on, obviously getting ready to leave! My conversation with Karen had left me incredibly aroused, and my cock was still painfully erect. I knew if I had to relieve myself it would take several orgasms to do so, resulting in a sleepless night, something I didn’t need with another long day ahead of me. I tried to will my erection to subside, but that has never worked and it didn’t work this time. 

I hardly noticed the other waitress as she brought my meal; I thanked her distantly, hoping she wouldn’t notice the bulge in my trousers. But as she hurried away, I found myself looking at her. Short and plump, with dyed-blonde tightly-permed shoulder-length hair, I couldn’t guess her age as she was facing away from me. No super-model, but I have always had a weakness for ‘curvy’ women; my own dear wife is, shall we say ‘well-rounded’. This waitress, like the other, was wearing a short black skirt, stretched by her ample buttocks; good legs, clad in sheer black hosiery. Stockings or tights, I wondered.

I turned my attention to the meal in front of me. I can’t remember what I ate, but it fulfilled one of my needs; if only my other needs were so easy to satisfy. Once I had finished my meal, I pushed my chair back to stretch my legs. The waitress took that as a sign I had finished and hurried over to clear my table, obviously near the end of her shift and keen to leave. 

This time, I could see her face. She was older than I had expected, late forties, old enough to be the other waitress’s mother. Slightly too much make-up covered an otherwise pretty face, and her blouse was undone far enough to reveal an impressive cleavage. The overall impression was tarty, but not cheap; certainly attractive enough to make my cock twitch. As she approached I realised the bulge in my trousers was clearly visible, no longer concealed by the table. She leaned over to pick up my plate, and I found my face only inches from her impressive bosom. As she straightened up again I looked at her face. A big grin spread across her face and I realised she was looking straight at my groin; my erection must have been obvious. I allowed my own gaze to wander over her voluptuous body. How could I have fancied that skinny young girl, when there was a real woman around?

I felt hugely disappointed when she scurried off to the kitchen, but almost immediately she was back.

“Would you like anything else?” she asked, looking directly into my eyes. I almost laughed out loud at the double-entendre, but I just smiled at her and said “What have you got?” trying not to sound like Sid James in a Carry On film.

“Well, the restaurant’s closing now…” she replied, emphasising the word “restaurant”, from which I inferred there was something on offer that no mere restaurant could provide.

Ten minutes later I was in my room; there was a knock at the door and I opened it to find my waitress, Jill, with champagne and glasses. I stood back to let her in, but as soon as she had crossed the threshold I pushed her up against the wall, my hands were all over her, my mouth clamped to hers, tasting breath-mints and cigarettes. Jill could do nothing, her hands were full with the champagne and glasses. We stayed like that for some time, our tongues entwined as I explored her glorious curves. Eventually we realised the door was still open, and I kicked it shut as another guest walked by, doing a quick double-take.

Jill pulled away from me and put the champagne down. Grabbing hold of my shirt, she pulled me after her as she backed towards the bed where we collapsed, Jill giggling uncontrollably. I felt her warm breath in my ear as she pulled me on top of her, my leg sliding between hers, her skirt riding up so that her crotch was pressed against my thigh. Jill started to move her hips, rubbing herself against my leg, clearly becoming aroused. I slid a hand along her thigh and found she was wearing tights; like most men I prefer stockings, but most women seem to choose tights for everyday wear.

Suddenly Jill pushed me off her and sat up; I felt a momentary sensation of panic that she had changed her mind, but she only wanted room to push her panties and tights down to her ankles. Jill rolled me onto my back and quickly unbuckled my belt. Soon my trousers were around my ankles and Jill pulled me back on top of her. My cock had been erect since dinner, so it needed no stimulation, Jill just guided me with her hand and I sank my length into her. There was no finesse in our actions, just the need to satisfy ourselves. I humped Jill mercilessly, but however hard I gave it to her she begged me for more, harder, faster, rougher. After just a few strokes I shot my load, giving a great sigh as I did so. When my orgasm had subsided I withdrew and rolled off of Jill, temporarily drained. 

I let Jill take charge then, all I was aware of was her removing my clothes. Soon I was lying naked on my back, Jill straddling me. She was still fully clothed, except for her panties and tights which she had now completely removed. Slowly Jill unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more and more of that magnificent cleavage. Her large tits were supported by a white lacy bra, and Jill began to massage herself through the flimsy material, squeezing her breasts together then spreading them apart. I felt a stirring down below at this amazingly erotic display, and when Jill unclasped her bra and let her breasts swing free I felt my cock stiffening rapidly. Jill reached between her legs and grasped my cock, rubbing it along her pussy lips. I thought I would come again immediately, but Jill had other ideas. Releasing my throbbing member, Jill leaned forward and dangled her pendulous tits in my face, slowly moving backwards, letting her erect nipples scrape across my chest, then my belly, until my penis was safely nestled between her tits.

Jill then started to rock back and forth, her folds of flesh engulfing my cock, her skin so soft and silky. Jill continued until she felt I was about to come, then she started to move back up my body, rubbing those gorgeous breasts all over me. I tried to capture one of those big sensitive nipples in my mouth, but Jill pulled away and positioned herself over my face. I could see her pink lips, flushed with arousal, surrounded by a narrow strip of light brown fuzz. As she lowered herself, I stretched out my tongue to caress Jill’s pussy lips, rubbing the very tip up and down, the taste of her juices making me hornier than I could imagine. As she sank down, impaling herself on my tongue, Jill reached behind and gently allowed her fingertips to brush the head of my cock, so lightly I could hardly feel her touch. Jill used her other hand to rub her clit as I probed ever deeper, bringing a loud sigh from her lips. Jill began to grind her pelvis against my face, her feather-light touch on my cock fading away entirely as her climax approached.”

“Uuh”, Jill gave a great sob, then another and another “uuh, uuh, uuuh.UUUH! UUUH! UUUH!” Finally she came, her juices dribbling out of her onto my face.

Jill collapsed onto the bed beside me, breathless. I turned towards her and let my hands roam over her body, gently brushing her nipples, moving lower across her belly, down between her legs to feel her wetness, forcing a pathetic little mewing sound from her. Then we just held each other for awhile, until at some point I must have nodded off.

When I awoke, Jill had disappeared. I felt hugely disappointed, until I realised she was in the shower. When she came out and saw I was awake, Jill smiled and sat on the end of the bed. Slowly she began to run her fingertips along the inside of my legs, her touch so gentle I could hardly believe she was touching me at all. Gradually she moved higher, stroking my thighs. At the top of each stroke the backs of her hands were brushing against my cock, which by this time was rising again.

Now Jill took my cock in one hand and cradled my balls with the other. Just holding my cock lightly for now, she began to fondle my scrotum, probably the most arousing thing a woman can do to me. Soon I was hard again, and Jill lowered her head to take my balls in her mouth, sucking them in one at a time. Then she moved onto my cock, running the tip of her tongue up and down my shaft, up and down, over and over. When she suddenly stopped, I looked up at her. Gazing directly into my eyes, Jill lowered her soft warm lips over the head of my penis, sliding her mouth lower over my shaft, taking my whole length. Then she withdrew, until her lips were sealed around my helmet, and she began to go to work with her tongue. That was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had, her tongue was like the soft touch of a butterfly’s wings, caressing, licking, flicking, rolling, probing, smearing pre-cum all over the head, all the time maintaining eye-contact. This could have gone on forever as far as I was concerned, but my body had other ideas. Jill realised I was about to come, taking her mouth from me and rolling onto her back. The rush of relatively cold air on my cock, after Jill’s warm mouth, was enough to delay my climax, and I rolled on top of her, intending to slide my cock deep inside her. But Jill had other ideas, grasping my cock she pulled me towards her, wrapping her huge breasts around my shaft. I began to fuck her tits; knowing I couldn’t last long, I reached between her legs and found her clitoris, began to rub it with a fast circular motion. We both came quickly, great gobs of sticky cum all over her breasts, her face, her hair, Jill’s body bucking beneath me as she climaxed.

Exhausted at last, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke to the touch of Jill’s lips on mine; it was morning, and Jill was fully dressed.

“Next time, bring your wife” she whispered, before turning away and walking out of the room. Maybe I would. Who was I kidding, of course I would. I settled back for a final half hour in bed, sinking into a dream of two beautiful, sexy, dirty women. And me.



Playing Away



I have been happily married to my husband for 6 years, and in that time I had never even looked at another man, never mind sleep with one. However, all that changed after a drunken night out with the girls.

We had been out clubbing, it was getting late and I was about to call my husband to come and pick me up, when Joanne suggested that we all head back to her student flat for a few more drinks. I wasn't that drunk and could probably last another hour or so, so I rang my husband, told him I was going to Joanne's and not to wait up as I would get a taxi home.

When we got there, Joanne's flat mates were still up. I had met them before, apart from Stuart, and extremely good-looking 22 year old rugby player from Belfast. Joanne handed out some more drinks and I soon got talking to Stuart. I was wearing a very short skirt, and I naughtily crossed my legs so that he could see my skimpy white knickers. I could tell he liked what he saw by the bulge in his trousers. Things were going well until he placed his hand on my leg and started to move it slowly and gently up my thigh. I suddenly realised what was happening and got up to leave. I looked around and saw each of the girls making out with the blokes, in various states of undress. One of the blokes had his hand up Joanne's skirt, whilst at the same time kissing and fondling her ample breasts. She was making no attempt to hide her pleasure as she moaned softly at his touch.

Stuart called to me and apologised for his actions, he said he just read the signs wrong. I decided to stay, but told him that I didn't want to be around all the other couples that by now were mostly naked. Stuart led me to an adjacent room, and poured me another drink. We sat down on the couch; but I was still on edge, so I did not complain when Stuart offered to give me a shoulder massage. His touch felt good and I began to relax, my head moving to one side as I responded to his firm hands. 

He began to kiss my neck, I tensed but soon gave in as his kiss felt good. He moved upwards towards my mouth. His lips met mine and our tongues entwined. At the same time I felt my bra strap loosening, and his hands moved lower and cupped my breasts through the soft material of my blouse. My inhibitions now gone, he undid the front of my blouse exposing my tits. His mouth moved to my right nipple, it stiffened immediately as he sucked, nipped and played with it. He knew I was his and this time I didn't stop him as he moved his hand up my leg toward my sex. I gasped as he slowly ran his finger up and down my slit through the material. I knew my knickers were wet as he pulled them to one side and placed his fingers on my engorged clit. I was in heaven as he removed them. Here I was, ready to be taken by a man other than my husband, for the first time in 6 years, and I had only met him for the first time that night. 

Stuart pulled out his cock, and wanked it hard, pre cum already leaking from its tip. He was longer than my husband, about 8 inches, but not as thick. I lay there and without knowing it I opened my legs wide, allowing him better access. He positioned himself and slowly rubbed his cock up and down my wet slit. I pushed upwards, and the tip entered me, he pulled out and then pushed in again, this time going further. I felt full as this strange cock finally reached the neck of my womb. He lifted my legs and got himself into a rhythm, within seconds I was coming, and I squealed with pleasure as he pounded my slit. I wrapped my legs around him as I felt another orgasm coming, and then as I came for the second time I screamed at him to fill me up with his seed. It didn't take long for me to get my wish, as he soon tensed and pumped what seemed like gallons of spunk into me. 

We lay there for a short while to get our breath back, he pulled out and suddenly I realised what I had done, I'd been fucked silly by this big Irishman, but I had no regrets. I began to put my clothes on so I could get a taxi home, but Stuart said that I wouldn't be needing them. I was puzzled as he led me naked into the other room, his seed already running down my leg. We entered the room to a tremendous applause, and I realised that Joanne had set me up. I never did get that taxi!!!



Playing Away



(this is our first story so be gentle and sorry if the grammar is not perfect it is a fantasy my wife thought up and told me one night it involves real people and friends so some of the names have been changed as one we don't know whether they will recognise themselves and 2 we don't know if they would be turned off by our fantasy)

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After suggesting I go to Sheffield to see my friends, I finally got around to organising a night out with the girls. When I called Sharon to arrange a get together, she mentioned that Sally would be performing with her troupe of burlesque dancers that weekend and invited me along as her guest.You agreed to stay at home so I could go out and so I took Sharon up on her offer.

Having nothing in my wardrobe that fit for such a night I had the perfect excuse to go out and buy a new outfit, finally after much browsing I settled on a pink frilly basque with suspenders, thong and stiletto shoes. Although nervous about my new sexy outfit, I wouldn't let you see it as I wanted you to be at home all evening wondering what I looked like and imagining the worst....

I travelled down to Sheffield on Saturday afternoon to get ready with Sharon. She had a couple of bottles of wine in and so we started drinking early as we were getting ready. Before getting dressed I asked Sharon if I could use her shower to relax me and clean up after my journey down. As I showered Sharon stood outside the shower cubicle, telling me about previous performances and the erotic adventures she had, had.

I could see her glancing at my body as I washed and noticed that she kept commenting on how great I looked and how well I'd done on my diet. This made me feel really sexy and I imagined you sitting at home on the internet chatting about what I could be up to on Swinging heaven, as Sharon was again glancing at my body I promised to try to remember any good details or action of the night to tell you later on.

After my shower Sharon and I help each other dress, she was wearing a tight black dress with buttons all the way down the back, as I did the buttons up for her I could see over her shoulder how the tightness of the dress hugged her cleavage and gave her large bosoms a fantastic up lift, but also gave anyone slightly above her an excellent view of her cleavage. By now we had consumed several glasses of wine and were quite tipsy so our hands lingered longer than necessary, being far more daring than we had ever been before.

We were soon ready to go and given the state of our drunkenness we ordered a taxi to take us to the venue. The driver was a young man about 22 -- 24 who asked us lots of questions about the event we were going to and seemed to have his rear --view mirror focussed on our legs. We both enjoyed the attention and played up to it. Sharon and I would casually stroke each others thighs and caress each others hands. My dress left very little to the imagination as stupidly I had left my coat back at Sharon's and as Sharon gently squeezed my thigh, I could feel the drivers eyes concentrating on where my thong was stretch across my pussy, this caused me to quiver slightly and I could feel the warmth building inside of me.

As we arrived at the venue I noticed it was packed with lots of men dressed very smartly and fewer women but all of them looked extremely sexy some wearing very little which made me feel a lot more comfortable that I was not the only girl stood around in an thong and stockings.

Sally and her troupe soon came on and the mood shifted from excited to erotic. Twenty voluptuous women wearing not much more than myself, were dancing and flirting with the crowd. Every now and then during a dance one of the women women would bring a guest into the dance. Sometimes this person would be led to a chair where they would get up close to the dancers. Towards the end of the performance, I felt a tugging on my hand and noticed a tall brunette lady who I believe was called Jowho was leading me to the centre of the room. I allowed myself to be led and ended up sat on the chair. Jo was stunning -- tall and slim with short brown hair and lovely pert breasts, encased in a velvety black basque with a black fluffy trim over her cleavage.

She kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, asking if I was ok with being involved. Well it was too late now with all eyes on me and her and if I wanted to protest I could have stopped her at an earlier stage. So I nodded and she bent over me sat in the chair and kissed me fully on the lips. It had been many years since I last kissed a woman fully and as I enjoyed the moment she continued to stroke down my body with her hands whilst swaying her hips and bum to the music for the benefit of the onlookers. She then turned around so her back was to me and invited me to stand behind her. I danced at her back with my hands cupping her bottom and stroking her legs quite lost in the moment and was only brought back when we were surrounded by the other dancers. 

I joined their dancing for a while and the troupe gradually dispersed into the crowd with each dancer selecting a partner. As I wandered back towards the crowd I noticed one man in particular who seemed to be watching me. I smiled at him and he looked away shyly as if ashamed. He reminded me of a younger you sexy but shy. As I approached him, I noticed he was somewhere in his mid twenties, tall and well built with dark features. He was wearing a full cut suit and tie with dress shoes, which is always a favourite of mine. By now I was feeling very sexy and confident having had lots to drink and so many people already watching me being caressed by the lovely sexy Jo.

I approached the stranger and stood on tiptoes so I could whisper in his ear. He leaned down so I could reach and I noticed he stole a glance at my cleavage before looking away. In a whisper I asked him if he would dance with me and promised to take good care of him. He smiled shyly and said he would love to dance but then stood there with his hands by his side. I didn't ever ask his name just took his hands and placed them in the small of my back and held my body next to his, swaying in time to the music. I could feel his heat and a bulge that I assumed was his erection pressing against my stomach. 

As we danced I saw him repeatedly glancing at my tits then look away, it was kinda sweet that someone could be so shy in a room so full of flesh to look at. I caught hold of his hand and pressed it into my chest. Doing this reminded me so much of our first night together I felt guilty for a brief while wondering what you would say. But then remembering our many sexual fantasies that we had shared together in bed I became brave again and took him by the hand and led him to the door. He told me he was staying in the hotel that we were in for the evening and we could go to his room so I quickly made my way to find Sharon to tell her were I was going. Sharon and Sally were sharing a drink in the bar and looked shocked when I told them I was going upstairs, with a stranger. Little did they know about my husbands fantasies about me or about them. They made me promise to give them a full account later and both gave me long lingering kisses while this poor fella watched nearly drooling at the sight and his cock twitching visibly through his trousers.

As we made our way upstairs, he told me that he had come with colleagues tonight and they had gone off without him and that he had very little experience with women. I told him that I was married and so tonight would be a one off and I would be completely in charge. I left out that you had any inkling of what I was up to because I know from the websites that you visit that men love to think they are using other guys women with out their knowledge, is it MILF's or WILF's I don't know but I just wanted him hard and ready for me. He grinned and said 'DEAL!' and so we went to his room. 

I made him stand at the foot of the bed and slowly undressed him, removing his jacket and tie and then his shirt. I rubbed my basque covered body against his naked torso and kissed him hard on the lips using my tongue to part his lips. I then worked my way down his chest with light kisses and little flicks of the tongue. I then knelt at his feet and removed his shoes and socks before coming back up to unfasten his zip. At first I tried to use my teeth but this had never worked when sober never mind drunk all's that it did was to rub my face some more against his hard cock which was straining for release. Then using my hands his cock bounced as I unzipped him and lowered his trousers.

He stepped out of his trousers and tried to reach out to touch my body, but I moved away and reminded him that I was in charge. I moved back towards him and ripped down his boxer shorts to reveal his tight balls and throbbing cock. I expressed my approval at his body slim and hairless with nicely defined muscles and kissed him again this time allowing his hands to roam over my arse and thighs. 

I then took a pace backwards to allow a little room as I stripped very slowly for him, firstly pushing him back onto the bed and then lifting each foot onto his thighs to remove my shoes and then slowly rolling down each stoking gently dragging it across the head of his cock and then dropping it to the floor. I then turned my back to him and allowed him to unclip my basque before letting it fall to the floor.

Next, I told him to lie on the bed and I stood over him wearing only my thong. I could see his cock throbbing and he was gently stroking it as he gazed up at my body. I explained that I would be lowering my juicy cunt onto his face and I expected him to sink his tongue deep into my twat and suck my clit until I creamed all over his face. His cock bounced wildly in his hand and he gasped 'Oh Please'. I knelt over his face and slowly lowered my thong to meet his lips. He licked the thong tentatively at first and then tugged the small strip of material to one side and gleefully sucked on my clit. As the pressure within me built I ground my pussy over his face, I could feel the pleasure building and sat back so as he looked up past my cunt he could see me stroke and squeeze my nipples. His eyes were wide and he was breathing hard for air as I came hard over his face.

I then turned 180 degrees keeping my pussy on his lips to watch his cock bouncing and beginning to ooze a clear precum from the tip of his cock. I lowered my self to his cock and using the tip of my tongue dipped my tongue into the silky juices and then asked him casually if he minded if I shared him tonight with my friends down stairs. He just said ' oh fuck' and I took that as all the yes' that I needed. I took my phone and called Sally whilst using my index finger on my other hand to swirl the precum over the head of his cock whilst he held the base firmly for me. I explained to Sally that this young man thought he could handle the 3 of us and would she and Sharon care to join us.

I then took the young man by the hand picking up his tie as we crossed the floor to a very comfy chair I sat him down and took his hands and placed them behind his back tying them securely together. Sharon and Sally arrived at the door I placed them in front of our lover and told them to kiss as I stripped each of them in front of him. I made sure I took my time taking advantage of these too ladies to touch and feel them and caress every part of their bodies as they stroked each others hair and held each other in a passionate kiss.

Then leaving the young man where he was the 3 of us moved to the bed. We lied down together and spent a few moments just kissing and caressing each other, whilst we were doing this my pussy was aching to be touched but I held back not wanting to spoil the moment, knowing just how badly my hubby at home would have loved to have seen this.

Sharon was the first to break away from the caresses and walked over to the chair, she knelt in front of the young man in-between his legs holding the base of his cock gently and took long licks from the base to the tip not pulling on the foreskin just gently warming his prick with her tongue. His eyes were on Sally and I as I had took advantage of the situation to get Sally into a 69 position and have her explore the folds of my pussy using al my will power from just hammering my cunt onto her face. As me and Sally continued to lick each other out Sharon stopped before the young man got over excited and lent over him her large tits hanging in front of his eyes, she whispered to him that his cock tasted yummy but she did not want to let us 2 have all the fun so she was going to rejoin us two on the bed. He watched her ass as she wiggled back to the bed thinking she was a cruel prick tease and that if he got the opportunity he'd love to fuck that ass and teach her a lesson not to tease.

Before getting on the bed Sharon reached into her bad and pulled out a dildo that she had brought in case the night resulted in her having to entertain herself. She gently moved Sally from licking my pussy which by now was sodden with spit saliva and cunt juices. Sally moved to my tits and Sharon pushed the dildo deep into my pussy causing me to scream as the intensity built she added to the pressure by leaning over and sucking the opposite nipple to Sally I had never felt so much attention on my body at once. The young man could just see their two arses either side of me and the dildo stretching my cunt lips just as he wished he could. I came quickly a ripple of orgasms careering through my whole body causing me to yelp and scream and beg the girls to stop before I wet myself with the pleasure. Sharon then went back to our prisoner and grabbing his hands walked him to the edge of the bed knelt him level with my pussy and ordered him to lick my pussy clean. 

As he did this, Sally sucked his cock from one side and Sharon fingered his arse hole. They then slipped a condom over his cock and whispered into his ear that whilst my eyes were shut enjoying the pleasure of his tongue he should take advantage and fuck my little pussy that had been teasing him for so long. He needed no further encouragement he mounted the bed and as I opened my eyes to see he had already mounted my self and plunged deep into my cunt with his cock. My pussy was pulsing and dripping everywhere, wetness hung from my pussy lips and as he banged into my twat the wetness bonded to his balls spreading the juices between us. 

Through the shock and surprise Sally had manoeuvred back onto the bed and stopped me from making any further protests by lowering her pussy onto my mouth. I was in another world this was the first cock to stretch me wide since I first met my hubby 12 years ago and he was gasping hard all the build up had really pushed his limits of stamina and he was having to concentrate hard on not cumming deep into me before I gave him permission remembering our deal. His eyes were squeezed tight shut and as Sally came and climbed off my face I lifted my self up with my hands and kissed him. He groaned and said he was about to cum and so I told him to pull out and cool down. 

We made him sit on the end of the bed and blindfolded him. I sat behind him whispering into his ear how Sharon was sitting between Sally's thighs and was fingering her cunt. As I spoke I gently stoked his nipples and his cock keeping him right on the edge where I wanted him. Each time Sharon or Sally gasped, his cock would bounce and he would turn his head to follow the sound, though still blindfolded. We then played a game were we sat him in the centre of the bed and we took turns teasing him or allowing him to touch our bodies and had to guess which of us it was. His prize for 3 correct answers was to direct the next sex game.

Sharon went first and we told him to hold out 1 finger. Sharon then placed this on her clit and he guessed correctly that the hairy cunt belonged to her and easy starter for him. Next Sally took his hand and placed it on her breast now Sharon had by far the largest tits but me and Sally were a fairly close call and he guess incorrectly that the breasts were mine. The 3rd attempt was a lingering kiss from Sally and he guess correctly. I suppose he had some foreknowledge there having been kissing me most of the night. My turn was next I bent over on all 4's and placed his hand on my arse cheeks, he squeezed them firmly and then cheekily stroked my arse hole with a finger and as I gasped he correctly guess it was myself he had been groping.

Having guessed 3 out of 4 correctly we kept to our bargain and let him direct the next sex game.

His choice of game was less of a game more of a at last some fucking, he was to kneel high up on the bed with Sharon and I on all 4's in front of him. He instructed Sally to lie in the opposite direction below Sharon so her cunt was below Sharon's head and her breast below my face. He then took out the dildo and placed it in my cunt and rammed his cock into Sharon's pussy and pumped away at both of us, whilst instructing us to pleasure Sally. After a few minutes of doing this he rested and then swapped cunts into mine and the dildo into Sharon's. After swapping back and forth several times he noticed Sally screaming and writhing as she came hard beneath us at the other end of the bed. He pulled out and yanked off the condom and spurted an enormous amount of cum all over Sharon's arse. He pulled the dildo roughly from my cunt leaving me wide open and frustrated as the other 2 had cum, then using his cum as a lubricant eased the dildo into Sharon's arse giving her a small arse fucking for teasing his cock earlier. He climax just went into overdrive and she lost all balance in her legs and collapsed on top of Sally shuddering and sobbing with pleasure.

Before the end of the night came, our young stud begged for one last opportunity to do something he had once seen in a porn film and always wanted to recreate. We all agreed as he had been such a well behaved stud, he arranged us on the bed before taking his position. He had me kneeling on the bed on all 4's, laying on her back with the dildo in my cunt was Sally. Sharon was laid in her side with her hand buried in Sally's cunt. Finally, he placed himself so his cock bounce around just below my mouth, and with his own head buried in Sharon's pussy. All at once we simultaneously guzzled on cock and cunt, while receiving the same pleasure in return. Corny yes but we could not deny it was fun to act out. Much slurping and gasping and the odd bit of repositioning to get a better angle. After this we then left our man behind in the room thanking him for a fun evening and went back to Sharon's house to get some sleep.

The next day I came home and sore and unwashed. I told you a little about my evening and begged you to let me shower before I gave you the full story. You could smell the sex on me and insisted on more details.....

You pinned me down on the bed tore off my panties and ate out my pussy as I told you about the dancing. When I got to the part where I led my young man upstairs you turned me over lifted my arse into the air then plunged your cock into my cunt calling me a dirty slut, before cumming hard as I described my first time with another man and the rest of my story in explicit detail.



Playing Away



I was on my way to pick up my partner, a playing partner in badminton, we had a match. 

My name is Pat; I am six foot tall and eighty kilos, medium build and am thirty six. I have played badminton for many years in local leagues. Call me big headed, but, I am good at my sport. I am half Indian and half English in origin. 

My badminton partner was Susan; she's a couple of years older than me. She's five foot eight tall, around sixty kilos. Her figure is not quite athletic, some would say a little plump in places, but nevertheless is quite attractive. She has short wavy blond hair, which she colours now and again with all sorts of differing shades, green, blue red...purple. Her eyes are blue; her boobs are nice, what I could make of them with clothes on. But her legs are the best feature; they are very distracting when we play. I hoped they were more distracting to my opponents than me. And by-the-way she too was a good player.

She separated from her husband about a year ago and she had two kids, both of whom live with the father. 

I think she had seen a couple of men since her break up, but I was not sure. To me she was a sexy looking woman, but for some reason just seemed hands off.

We played for a local club and we have matches both home and away. For home games everyone makes their own way to the club. But for away matches, depending on how far away they are, we would all cram into a couple of cars and go. Six of us in total are required for a match, three pairs. 

We had an away match and on that occasion it was convenient for me to pick Sue up and we would both make our way to the match venue. 

Because it was a fair way to travel, I had told Sue that I would pick her up in plenty of time to make sure we got there on time. 

It would take us thirty to forty minutes to get there, depending on the traffic. I wanted to make sure Sue was going to be ready, she was always late. So I got to her place extra early to hurry her along. 

I was right, when she answered the door she still had her work clothes on. She gave me a friendly kiss on the lips and said, "Hi Pat. You're early, come in, I'm just getting ready."

Good thing I was early, I said, "Hi Sue, running late as usual I see."

She and I were always jovial with each other; she slapped me on the arse and said, "Cheeky, you're the one who's early. Thought you'd catch me half naked did you?"

To be honest I have always fancied Sue, ever since we had met five nearly six years ago. And no matter how well we had got on, I never had the courage to do anything about it. As I have mentioned, she was married when we met and for me it was hands off.

Sue always looked good in whatever she wore, she is very bossy, I think that was one of the reasons her marriage had broken up, but I did try and control her when I could, on court anyway.

I closed the door and said, "I can always hope."

Sue said, "I'll be right down."

She went up and I went through to the lounge and waited. It had been about ten minutes and Sue came down and said, "Okay I'm ready."

Sue had her outfit on and she always wore a white top and skirt, a very short skirt. She knew herself she looked sexy showing off her legs. She looked at a clock on the wall and said, "We've still got a few minutes, do you want to see the spare room I've finished painting it with the colour I told you about?"

I stood up and said, "Yeah sure, if it's quick."

We both walked up, I let Sue lead the way and I watched her arse and legs as we went up the stairs. She opened the door to the room and went in, I followed her through. She looked around and said, "Well what do you think? You like it?"

The room itself was empty, apart from some bin bags, tools and steps. It all looked very nice, I commented, "Well done Sue, you've done a good job, nice."

She still looked around and stopped at one point and said, "Shit, look its peeling away."

I looked up and saw a piece of wallpaper which had just peeled away from the wall, quite high up. She got hold of the steps which were in the room, got up and she said, "I can't leave this, can you get me the sticky tape from next door, it's in the top drawer."

I went to her other bedroom and saw two chests of drawers; I opened the top draw of one and found it was her knicker drawer, I picked one up, it was yellow and frilly, almost see through. I thought 'Naughty Sue.' I put it back. I opened the other one and found it had various things in it and found a roll of sticky tape. 

I took it in to her and she said, "You took your time."

I passed it to Sue and she said, "I need to reach, can you hold the steps?"

I stood on the lower step and held her by her hips and she said, "Don't get any ideas Pat."

She tore off three pieces and stuck back the peeled paper and she said, "That should hold it for now, I'll deal with it properly later."

As she said that, she passed the sticky tape down to me, but she still looked up. I sort of got hold of it but missed; I concentrated more on her bare legs, rather than her passing the tape down. I'm not sure how but we both fell and we ended up on the bags of rubbish on the floor. Sue to one side and me besides her with a hand on her boob.

She looked at me and said, "You really have a way with girls."

I did not even think where my hand was and said, "Sorry Sue, you okay?"

She looked down to my hand which still rested on her boob. I then realised where my hand was and took it away sharpish. We both got up and brushed ourselves off and Sue said, "You took your time finding the tape?"

I said, "Yeah, I found you knicker drawer first."

She looked at me and said, "I suppose that gave you a cheap thrill then?"

I placed my hand back on her boob, squeezed it and said, "I didn't see any bras in there."

She brushed my hand away and said, "Fuckin' pervert, they're in the next drawer down, do you want to go see?"

I said, "I'd rather see you in them," but thought to myself 'I'd rather see you without.'

She came up close and looked me in the eye, the next thing I felt was her hand which had grabbed my cock and said, "Still soft, really?"

I took hold of her hand and said, "What are you doing?"

I got a bit embarrassed and continued to say, "We have a match to get to."

Sue looked at her watch and said "We have ten minutes before we need to leave."

I said, "We do need to leave the traffic may be bad."

Sue looked at me and said, "We've got time."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

She winked and said, "To have a bit of a warm up before the game."

Sue must have known I had the hot's for her, even when we bantered with each other there was always a sexual connotation around the conversations.

She took me by surprise; she flung her arms around me and gave me a big wet kiss. 

'Holy fuckin' shit. What the hell.' I was not going to stop her, no fuckin' way; I'd rather be late for the match. I kissed her back and we were there for several minutes, as we kissed passionately and hugged each other tight. I pushed and rubbed my groin into her.

Sue must have realised I was getting a hard-on and she too started to push herself back onto my cock.

She broke away and said, "Want a quick fuck before we go?"

How in the world could a man say no to an offer like that! From a woman he had wanted to fuck for years. I did not say anything I just kissed her back, I grabbed her arse and pushed my groin into her, I wanted her to feel my hard cock.

While we kissed Sue guided us both with small steps to her bedroom. We both fell onto her bed and we still kissed passionately. I hugged Sue so tightly I did not want to let her go. 

Sue pushed me off and said, "Get it out, hurry up."

She pulled her skirt up and knickers off; I looked at her in sheer astonishment. Sue said, "Pat, fuckin' hell, get it out! It's a quickie!"

I was in shock, although I had fantasised about Sue, I never in a million years thought that it would ever happen. And then it was, oh fuck, okay. So even if it's just a quickie, I was up for it, my cock was up ages ago. 

She looked fab, for the first time I saw the full length of her legs, from calves, thighs and then up to her arse. They were fit, tight and toned. From all the years of playing and other things she did fitness wise. Her stomach was not flat, a bit of a pot and she had nice love handles. Her boobs looked firm through her top; I hoped I might get to see those sometime soon. 

I started to take my top off and Sue said, "Leave your top on, just get your cock out, a quickie, don't you understand?"

Oh! I understood, I was just stunned; I took off my shorts and my cock popped up. I'm not a big man in the cock area, six inches, with a good head, not sure if that's bragging but anyway that's the best feature I suppose and I'm cut. 

Sue went straight down and sucked it, no hands just her mouth, she took it all in and lathered it up with her saliva. She slowly let it out of her mouth and spat on it. She fell back onto the bed pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. 

She brushed her hair away from her face and said, "Come on get in!"

I moved in-between her open legs and was going to lick her when she said, "Just get your cock in, no time for foreplay now."

I looked at Sue and moved up, I was at her face when she grabbed hold and kissed me. I jabbed twice and found her entrance. She was not wet but was open enough for me to enter. It was a dry entry, but once past the threshold, I slid in and Sue instantly started to buck her hips. I pumped away and we fucked just for the sake of fuck.

There was no thought behind any of it; it was not the way I would have planned it. But those things rarely go to plan anyway. 

We stopped kissing, Sue held me close and tight while we both fucked each other. I had built up such an image of Sue that I was already close to cumming.

About five minutes of fucking at speed, and the pent up expectation of fucking Sue, I said, "I cumming!" 

Sue threw her hips higher and faster and said, "Come on hurry up."

I without a thought blasted four then five shots deep into her, then came to my senses I said, "Oh! fuck, sorry Sue I've cum... in you."

I felt Sue's cunt tighten on my cock and she said, "That's where it's supposed to be Romeo, are you finished?"

I thought that was brash of her, all I expressed was an apology for cumming in her and said, "Fuck you," and 'bitch,' under my breath.

Sue smacked my ass and said, "That's what you've done, good observation."

I didn't want to start a fight and didn't want to say anything, but it slipped out, I said, "Piss off Sue." And thought, 'Fuckin' bitch who does she think she is.'

I pulled out and Sue lowered her legs. She went out the room; I lay on my back and regained my breath. That was one of the quickest fucks I'd ever had. And the more I thought about it, her pussy was quite tight for her age and the fact that she had had two kids that came out that front door. 

Sue came back a couple of minutes later and said, "Fuckin' hell Pat, what are you doing, get your things on and let's go."

***

We went off to our match. And Sue's legs were an even bigger distraction having fucked her minutes ago.

We won five – four (best of nine), Sue and I won all three of our games and they were long tiring games.

Towards the end of the evening June came up to me and asked if she could get a lift back with me. June was another one of our team members. The person she had come with needed to leave early. June lived only a few minutes away from Sue so I said yes.

I told Sue and she said to me, "I want you to come back to my place tonight. Take June home first."

But the thing was that Sue's place came first, and it would have looked odd if I took June home first. So I told Sue I'll drop you off first and she said, "Okay but hurry back."

I dropped Sue off then took June home. June is much older than Sue, June's in her late fifties I'm sure. She was taller at five ten and slimmer than Sue. And June was married.

I got to June's place and her house is set back from the main road and in darkness. So being the gentleman, I got out of the car and walked her to her door. 

The polite kiss on the lips as usual and I said, "Good night June, I'll see you next week."

And then out of the blue, I never expected it; June took hold of my face and gave me a long kiss and said, "Want to come in?"

I was in a bigger shock than earlier that evening and thought to myself, 'What the hell is going on tonight.'

I said, "I'd love to, but not tonight I'm really tired, is Sid not home?"

She said, "Sid's away for a few days. It's okay that's fine, some other time maybe?"

I kissed her on the cheek that time and said nothing. But just as June went through her door she said, "Say hi to Sue."

Holly fucking shit, how did she even know? I was dumfounded. I drove back to Sue. 

It was around midnight when I knocked on Sue's door; she looked out from a window above and threw down a key. 

I let myself in and walked up and saw that her bedroom door was closed, but the light seeped through from under it. I approached the door and knocked on it, Sue answered, "Come in you fuckin' idiot."

I opened the door and walked through, 'Fuckin' hell.'

Sue was standing beside the bed, let's start at her feet. She had black thigh high boots on, the flimsiest black thong and a black sort of bra; it had straps like a bra, but small triangular patches only covered her nipples. 

Her hands were on her hips and she said, "Well how's this?"

I looked her again back up and down and thought, 'Fuckin' hell, fuckin' hell fuckin' hell.'

My cock got harder and harder, she said, "Cock up yet; strip!"

Sue looked like she had already had a shower, I said, "I'm a bit sweaty, how about me having a wash too."

Sue took a step closer and said, "I like my men hot and sweaty, stay as you are."

I almost tore my clothes off and on taking my shorts off; I fell and landed on my back. Sue came across, placed a foot on my chest, looked down and said, "You're very eager! Just calm down or you'll blow you're load prematurely."

And with that she took her foot off and kicked my stiffened cock.

I looked up, a magnificent sight but I was a bit embarrassed for having fallen, but thought I should make a comment and said, "Fuck off Sue; I'll cum when I want."

I propped myself onto my elbows and Sue said, "Oh! really, you think you've got that much control do you?"

I stood up, faced Sue and said, "Let's see shall we, let's see how much control you have my pretty Sue."

She grabbed my cock and said, "Let's call a spade a spade you're the 'Wanker,' and I the 'Whore.' Okay?"

She stroked my cock and squeezed the head and said, "Would you like me to be your whore?"

I leant forward and kissed her on the lips and said, "Whatever turns you on bitch...sorry...whore."

She turned around and walked to the bed and said, "Bitch...whore, call me what you like wanker." 

She lay on the bed and said, "Wanker, would you like to take my clothes off?"

I walked up and onto the bed; I ran my hands along her boots and across her thighs, I squeezed her thigh while I was there, then to the very thin string that was part of her thong. I took hold of both sides on her hips and peeled off the thong and revealed a just shaved clean pussy. I remember it being a bit hairier earlier that evening.

I bowed down and kissed her pussy all over and I licked her slit. She did not have any prominent pussy lips and her clit was quite small.  

I continued and peeled off her thong; she raised her legs one after the other and I got it off. Sue said, "Wanker, put them on."

I had never been into that sort of thing, so I looked up to Sue and said, "Fuck off bitch; I'm not putting this thing on!"

Sue sat up and came very close to my face and grabbed my cock at the base, she kissed me softly and pulled back. With her other hand she smacked my cock-head, fuck it hurt. But I did not want her to know that. I gritted my teeth and my eyes narrowed. 

Sue said, "Put it on or this thing does not come near me."

She smacked it again, just as hard. Shit that fucking hurt and I did want to get my end away into Sue again. 

Women are so forceful when it comes to matters of sex, ninety nine percent of males will do whatever is asked of them in order to get the ultimate prize. I was not the one percent; I too would do what was asked of me. So okay, I'll play along with Sue till I see my opportunity, I'll wait my turn.

I stepped off the bed and put the thong on. My cock was stiff and popped up from above the thong. Sue came up to the edge of the bed. I stood between her open legs; she placed a hand on my balls then ran her hand from bottom to the top of my cock. When she got to my knob, she squeezed it between her thumb and index finger; I oozed a bit of pre-cum. She lowered her head to my cock, her eyes looked up at me and she licked it off.

Her eyes never dropped down while she licked and sucked my cock-head softly. She took one last suck and asked, "Wanker, you like this don't you?"

My cock was so stiff it ached; Sue's tongue had a cooling sensation on it, I said, "Yes bitch, it feels good."

She grabbed my cock through the thong, her eyes still fixed on mine and she licked the very tip then blew softly across it with her rosy pink lips. Fucking bitch, she'd done that before; she knew exactly how it felt to me.

I closed my eyes and took in slow deep breaths. I grabbed hold of her head and stuck my cock into her mouth, just the head and fucked her face. 

After a minute, Sue squeezed my cock and took it out of her mouth. That caused me to take a step back and as quick as a flash; Sue tore off the thong and threw it to one side. She grabbed my cock again at the base and smacked the head and she asked, "Wanker how does this feel."

It felt good, a bit painful but a good bearable pain. Sue stuck it in her mouth, pulled it out and smacked it several times.

Okay, it's time to get my own back; I grabbed her head and pulled it off, I bent down grabbed her legs and threw her onto the bed. She did not object or protest. I spread her legs and started to eat her out, I licked her slit I stuck my tongue deep and flicked her tiny clit with my thumb. She became wet very quickly, her hips bucked and she started to push my head into her with both hands. 

Her thighs started to shake and she said, "I'm cumming, wanker, I'm cumming!"

She shook for another minute or so, her thighs clamped on my head and I felt the shocks travel through her thighs and body.

She pushed me off; my cock was so firgin' hard. I moved up and grabbed her face and kissed her, I kissed her hard and Sue responded. And with the very first attempt my cock went straight up Sue's tight married pussy.

Sue gasped and said, "You know I'm an unhappily but very married woman."

I treated that as a rhetorical statement; but, to play along; I pulled out slowly and kissed her again, and said, "Oh sorry, I shouldn't put that in there then!"

Sue reached between us and grabbed my cock; she jerked me off with a tight grip and squeezed my cock-head in her fist really fucking hard. She slapped it a couple of times, and because she did not hold it still, it did not hurt as much, but still felt so fucking nice. 

She brought her hand up and held my face with both hands, she kissed my forehead and looked me in the eye, and we looked at each other for a while. Both wondered what we were about to do. And then Sue said with a hunger in her eyes and in a soft sultry voice, "Fuck me."

To me it felt like a personal challenge. 'Okay fuck her.' 

My cock was already poised, and I pushed ever so slowly in and home. I slipped in so nicely; I said to Sue, "You're really nice down there."

And after the initial few customary strokes to get used to each other, we started to fuck like crazy. Sue sucked my tongue and bit it, I did the same to her, and I sucked her sweet lips. I kissed her all over her face and then went back to her open mouth. Her hands were on my arse and pulled me in in time with my thrusts. 




Playing Away



We fucked fast we fucked hard and I wanted to fuck Sue to make up for all the past missed years.

Then all of a sudden Sue shook and her hips bucked up high, my cock felt so wet, it felt like I was fucking her in a bathtub. The noise of our copulation became more audible and very squelchy.

I said to Sue, "You cum a lot bitch."

Sue smiled and said, "Wanker, it's not just me cumming, I get very wet, not that I squirt, but my pussy flows like a river."

I pulled out and went down to see, she had stopped flowing, but the bed was soaked. I stuck in two fingers and with the other hand I rubbed her clit. I moved my fingers fast and as deep as I could get them. And it wasn't long before Sue again bucked uncontrollably and her thighs shook. She wanted to close her thighs and I had to force them to stay open while I continued my quest to see Sue's river. 

Sue mauled her tits and threw her head back and oh my fucking god, there it was, like she said it was not a squirt but an awful lot of fluid came out of her cunt. I bent down and licked it, she was so sweet, and I started to lap it up like a dog at feeding time.

Sue's tremors eased and her river abated. I was going to climb back onto Sue when she raised herself up and said, "Lay down dick head, I'm on top now."

We swapped places; my arse was in an extremely wet pond. Sue was about to bring her leg over, when I said something I thought I would never say, I grabbed her by the ankle of the boot and pushed it back and said, "Whore, abuse my cock."

An extremely broad grin took over Sue's face and she said, "Yes wanker, your wish is my command."

She moved between my open spread out legs, knelt down and took hold of my cock and I knew what was to come next. Sue bent down and licked it like a lollipop, all round. She took it all in and softly extracted it. She then took hold of the base and looked at me, she moved her other hand about a foot away from my cock and then bam, fucking hell it felt good. 

With closed eyes I looked up; Sue hit it again and again. My face grimaced on each stroke of her hand. Sue stopped and I looked down, she swapped hands and continued with my request. 

After another six or seven blows she sucked it softly, her wet mouth soothed my cock and the sensation was out of this world.

While she sucked she never took her eyes of mine. My eyes closed and opened with the pure bliss of Sue's awesome work on my cock. 

My cock was the colour of beetroot with Sue's love treatment. She took me deep into her succulent mouth and that time she extracted me with a harder suction than before, it made a pop as it left her lovely lips.

I had my eyes closed and heard the sound of a zipper, I looked at Sue, she was undoing her boot. I grabbed her hand and shook my head. She did the boot back up.

I said, "Jump on whore."

I was sort of done with the play acting and wanted to fuck Sue for who she was. And for me she was Sue my partner and hopefully we would become each other's companions. 

Sue straddled me and placed my cock at her womanly entrance, Sue looked at me, I had my hands on her hips, she said, "Wanker... you can sure take a beating I'll give you that. I've beaten quite a few cocks. I'm not a whore or a slut...please believe me, but they have either just shot their loads at the beating or could not handle it and made me stop."

During that speech Sue had lowered herself and I was in her fully to the root. I then grabbed a hand full of her love handles and she placed her hands on mine, we began to fuck slowly, sensually.

We did not speak a word for almost a quarter of an hour. Sue rode my cock and she had her river flow twice in those fifteen eighteen minutes. I felt it run down my balls, hips and arse. And the bed just got wetter and wetter. 

I broke the silence and asked Sue, "Did you see the way Steve was looking at you tonight?"

Sue still rode me and I was slowly meeting her, it was a harmonious fuck. Sue looked down and said, "I did notice he was looking at me, yes."

Steve was one of the opposite teams player in last night's match. He was a member of our club two seasons ago. I knew Steve had asked Sue out on more than one occasion. I was not sure if Sue had ever allowed Steve to enter her pussy, to put it bluntly, so I asked, I wanted to know, "Well did you and Steve ever...you know...do this."

Sue looked down, smiled and said, "You don't want to know."

I pinched her love handles and said, "Come on tell me."

She said, "No."

I stopped moving and lay still, Sue also stopped, with me in deep, I said, "Tell me or we won't go any further."

Sue grinned and said, "God you men it's all a macho contest between you all."

I pushed my hips high and carried her up and said, "Maybe it is and maybe it isn't." 

I held her up and withdrew my cock, I dropped her off my cock and placed her down onto my legs and said, "Well?"

Sue smiled and shook her head then said, "Okay I'll tell you."

She grabbed my cock gently and ran her hand up and down and said, "You know I said I'd had a few men."

I said, "No you didn't," trying to be sarcastic.

Sue looked down to my cock; she stroked it gently, softly and said, "He's is bigger than this."

Sue looked up and saw my smile had dropped of my face and I had loosened my grip on her love handles. She leant down and dribbled some spit onto my cock and continued to stroke it gently. 

She looked back up and said, "There...you see I haven't even started telling you and you're deflated." 

I didn't say anything I closed my eyes and wanted to go, I wanted to just go home 'Fuck, shit, fuck.' Why did I even ask? 

Sue gripped tighter and said, "Wanker, you wanted to know, shall I finish?"

Without opening my eyes I said, "Yeah, okay, finish, he's bigger than me, hooray," in a brash unconcerned way.

Sue continued, "Wanker...you really are. I'll tell you but if I ever hear of this from anyone you'll have hell to pay."

I lay silent; Sue stroked my cock and said, "Well earlier you know when I said some men can take a beating. Well, Steve, he's a smooth talker and we did end up at his place. This is a couple of years ago when Steve was in our club back then."

Sue must have sensed that I had lost interest and squeezed my cock to grab my attention again. I without looking down said, "Yeah, yeah okay, carry on I'm listening."

Sue giggled in a girly voice and then continued, "There we were, had just stripped naked with his big cock stuck up like a soldier on attention waiting to fire his pistol."

She leant back down and sucked and spat on my cock again, then continued, "He does have a nice big cock."

I again was silent, I let go with my right hand of her love flesh and brought my forearm to my forehead. I groaned as I said, "Yes okay I got it thanks he's bigger than me, he's got a big fucking cock, he can fire all night long."

Sue stretched out and slapped my chest with her other hand and said, "You're such an idiot, let me finish."

My mind had at that time wandered off, when Sue said, "Well?"

I looked at Sue and said, "You're not doing my cock any favours. Is there a point to your big cock story?"

She still stroked my cock gently and rubbed my chest with her other hand and said, "Yes, I'm coming to it. Just listen...you idiot."

I threw my head back and Sue carried on. "Well there we were naked, his bi... nice cock out and I grabbed it. He was hard... and well I sucked it for a few minutes. Then you know me... I took it out and smacked it. Well he grabbed my hand and said, 'Don't do that babe!' I smacked it again and said to him, 'I like it rough.' And he said, 'I like to fuck.'" 

Well anyone can just fuck. So I sucked him really hard, I was annoyed, he tried to pull away but I held on and sucked hard. And within two minutes he blew his load. I spat it out back onto his cock. I was not going to swallow that cunt's cum."

I looked down to Sue, she licked my cock-head and swirled her tongue around it. I asked, "So he didn't like your little games?"

Sue smiled and said, "Not that he didn't like my... games... he didn't like eating me either. He just wanted a fuck, another notch on his bed post."

I placed a hand on Sue's head and asked, "So he never gave you an orgasm?"

Sue frowned and said, "He did start to eat me, but when I started to... flow he moved away and he didn't quite say anything, but I could tell, he didn't like it; I could tell from his face... arse hole. So no, he never gave me a proper orgasm."

I questioned her, "But you made him cum."

Sue slithered up my body and lay on top; she kissed me and wriggled her hips to get my cock lined up to her pussy, she pushed down and took me in. She pushed herself up and left her hands on my chest. She rocked her pussy back and forth slowly not letting my cock out.

And as she ran her fingers all around my chest she continued, "After that, he tried to shove his cock into my mouth. I grabbed it and wiped back his cum. I took his soft cock back in and sucked him for several more minutes, but he never got hard again. Well that was it really, he didn't like getting physical, well my sort of physical. And he did not like to eat me... fuckin' looser."

Sue carried on, "I didn't 'Kick' him out, but he couldn't get his pecker back up. So he left in a hurry, by himself."

I grabbed Sue's love handles again and rocked with her and I said, "So that's why he left the club?"

Sue grinned from ear to ear and said, "Total fuckin' looser. And I'm glad we beat him tonight."

I said, "And that's why he was looking at you in a funny way."

Sue smiled contently and said, "Yes, but the best thing was that he never fucked me, and never will. I was so happy when he walked away."

I stroked her head and said, "Ahh, so you never got to experience his 'Big cock.'"

Sue giggled in her wicked way and said, "So the moral of my story is, when it comes to sex in its raw form, size does not matter; it's what you can do with it." 

That was music to my ears, and it fed stiffness to my cock. I couldn't wait to see Steve on the other side of the net again and picture his useless 'Big cock,' in my head, metaphorically speaking. 

Sue still had her nipple hiding bra on, I tugged on the middle bit of string and Sue removed it. Again the only words that came to mind were 'Holy fucking shit.'

She had big pointy nipples, I could not believe my eyes they stuck out about three quarters of an inch and looked very stiff. I raised my hand up and with a finger I rubbed one softly, I ran my finger around the areola. I pushed a nipple down and watched it flick back up again.

Sue closed her eyes, looked up and said, "You can smack them if you like."

I did like, I did want to smack them they looked so ripe for smacking, so I did, I smacked her nipples, both, one at a time and also her boob flesh too.

Sue moved with more forcefulness on my cock. Her hips moved with a greater urgency and she said, "Ahh I'm cumin, pinch them!"

I also complied with that request; I pinched, squeezed and rotated her nipples, I had both hands up and grabbed both nipples. Like I was tuning a radio; and Sue went crazy; she started to buck up and down. She went slowly up but came down with great force. I rose to her and we smacked out hips together hard while I tuned her in.

She had another orgasm and I went back to holding her love handles.

We quietened down and we fucked in silence for some time. Sue had a couple more orgasms and her river flowed almost continually, the bed was really, really soaked.

It was so wet I had to get off it. I rolled Sue off and we both got up and faced each other on our knees I said, "Go on hit it, I know you like your little thrills."

But before she did, she grabbed my cock again and placed it between both her palms. She then rotated my cock to and fro; I watched my cock-head go round one way then the other. 

She looked up at me and said, "I love this cock, it's fucking great."

Sue came and kissed my lips softly and said, "Wanker, I think you like this more than me." 

Sue held my cock and wacked it, I said, "Harder hit it harder."

Sue said, "See, you're loving it aren't you?"

Yes okay, I had developed a kinky liking for Sue's games and I may have got a bigger thrill than she was getting, although I seriously doubt it. She smacked it around, I had my hands on her shoulders and my head was thrown back, eyes closed and I absorbed the pain.

Sue stopped and squeezed my cock, it oozed per-cum, Sue bent down and rubbed her big, hard pointy nipple across my cock-head, she smeared the pre-cum all around her nipple and areola. God even that felt so fucking nice. 

I said to Sue, "Turn around."

She turned and bent over on all fours. I looked at that arse I could only think of one thing that came to mind immediately, a fucking good spanking. I knew she liked it rough so let's see.

I got behind her and she expected me to place my cock up her, but I got there, and literally slapped both her arse cheeks with both my hands as hard as I could. Her head went up and said, "Fuckin' hell, bastard."

I slapped her again, but that time one cheek at a time, and just as hard if not harder. My hand prints came up red on her arse. And then they disappeared as hand prints and became a mass of red, all over her bare arse. 

Best thing was, she loved every second of it and she loved every slap. She never looked back, but did shout out that she wanted more, she said, "Oh god, that's heavenly. Lick it, suck it, and slap it!"  

Her arse was so red and looked so abused, I did lick, suck and slap her again and again. But then I kissed both cheeks lovingly. I ran my hand across them softly. I placed my face cheek onto her arse and caressed against it.

Again she didn't look back, she held out one hand which I took hold of, and she squeezed it so tight, she said, "Thank you so much, I love that. It's not what a lot of men do for me, thank you." 

I moved close and took my cock in my hand and guided it to her pussy. Before entry, I rubbed it along her slit and across her clit. I entered her with ease, straight in to the core. I stayed in deep, my cock felt calmer in her river bed. The red hot outer case of my cock was being quenched by her love juice and there was plenty of that.

I took hold of her hips and started to fuck my 'BAD-minton' partner. Sue started to push back and we built up a 'rally' going back and forth.

I leant over and grabbed a boob and fondled it, I squeezed and pinched her nipple but that time more gently. Sue moved a hand to her clit and started to stroke it.

It wasn't long before Sue said, "Oh my fuck, I'm... ahhh."

Another trickle of juices ran out of her, across my balls and down my thighs. It was a sensational fuck; I'd never ever experienced that before, ever. I moved back to an upright position and grabbed her arse. I was close to cumming. 

I started to move quicker and Sue also moved with harder thrusts back into me. I felt more streams as they ran down my thighs. I squeezed her hips and love handles and I was there. I rammed my cock in hard and blew a load deep into Sue. Oh fuck it felt great, I withdrew, rammed and blasted another load deep again, and again and again.

There was pain in cumming with a red raw cock, but holy fucking shit it felt awesome; so awesome that I could not wait till the next time. 

That was it, I kept in deep and I felt Sue's cunt as it milked me, we stayed locked for a minute then I tapped her on the arse and she fell forward laying on her front. I flopped to her side also on my front and we both looked at each other, side on, we smiled contently and breathed heavily.

I placed a hand on her arse, squeezed it gently and said to Sue, "I don't think you're a whore."

Sue smiled and said, "You're still a wanker."

We both laughed.



Playing Baseball



"Are you sure?" I asked my sister.

"I'm sure, you're my brother."

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Everything, again you're my brother."

"What if I told you I've thought about this for years."

"Years?"

"Yea, years. I think you're really hot."

"But again, you are my brother."

"So you're saying because I am your brother, there's not a chance in hell that this could happen?"

"I don't think so," my sister told me. "I've never thought of you that way."

"Never?" I asked her.

"Well maybe never is too strong of a word."

"Ahhhh," I thought to myself, maybe there is a chance this could happen.

We had been sitting around all day by her pool drinking. I think I was on my forth or fifth rum and coke. My sister Kay was on her third. I'd been mixing them pretty strong. We both had been sitting around in our bathing suits. She had a two piece on. It fit her well. It was a little suit, but to my disappointment covered everything. Even when she bent over I wasn't able to see down her top, and I really wanted to see her tits. Even at forty she was hot. She was tan with long shapely legs. She didn't have big tits, but they were more than a mouth full. Her skin was real smooth. I don't know how many times I thought about her with no clothes on.

I had been visiting her now for about two weeks. Her husband was out of town on a business trip. I planned my visit with her because of that. My wife didn't mind. I'm retired and I think she just wanted me out of her hair. The trouble is I haven't made any headway towards fucking her. I was running out of ideas.

"I'm really starting to feel drunk," I told her.

"Yea," she laughed," I can tell."

"Let's play a game." She loved playing mind games.

"OK, what's the subject?"

"OK, you have to do or say something to shock me."

"Shock you?"

"Yea, something that would really blow my mind." I could tell she was thinking about this.

"OK, but I want you to go first. If you can shock me, then I will try to think of something to shock you. You first."

I took another drink of my rum and coke. I was thinking about what to do. "Say or do something, right?"

"Right, big brother, if you can freak me out then I'll try something to top it."

"OK, fair enough," I told her and stood up. She was watching me wondering what I was going to do. 

I hooked my thumbs in my bathing suit. I looked at her.

"OK, sis, I am going to slowly pull down my bathing suit. You have to watch. You can say stop at anytime and I will stop. If you don't say stop I will pull them all the way down and you'll see my dick, all of it."

"I don't think you will pull them all the way down. I think you'll stop before you expose yourself. You don't have the nerve."

"I bet you tell me to stop before I pull them all the way down."

She laughed. "I won't tell you to stop."

"OK, but if you don't, you're going to see your brothers dick."

My thumbs were still hooked on each side of my bathing suit. I pushed downward just a little. I felt my suit go about an inch down. I was looking at her. She was watching me.

"I mean it. I'm going to keep pulling them down until you tell me to stop."

"Go ahead, big brother, I won't say stop because I know you will stop on your own."

I pushed my suit down a little more. There still wasn't anything to see yet, but my suit was now about two inches lower. I watched her as she took another drink of her rum and coke.

"Why did you stop, lose you nerve?" she said as she put down her drink.

I pushed my trunks down some more. By now my trunks were just above my dick. I know some of my hair was showing. 

"If I push them down any farther, you're going to see the top part of my dick."

"I still don't think you have the nerve to pull them all the way down and show me your dick," she laughed and took another drink of her rum and coke.

"OK, now I'm not going to stop. I'll pull my trunks down slow enough to give you time to tell me to stop, but I won't stop unless you tell me to." I was hoping she wouldn't tell me to stop, but I was sure she would.

"Here goes, I'm not stopping this time." I was standing about two feet away from her.

"You'll stop," she answered.

I started slowly pushing my trunks down again. I looked down. By now I had pushed my trunks low enough that she could see the top part of my shaft. I was surprised that by now she hasn't told me to stop. I knew if I pushed them down any more, my dick would jump out. I felt my dick hit the cool air. It had jumped out from the band on my trunks. I pushed down more and exposed my balls. She could now see my entire dick and balls. I pushed my trunks down to my knees, raised up and looked at her.

"Well?"

She was looking at my soft dick just hanging there. I didn't say anything. I just stood there waiting to see what she was going to do or say. I was enjoying her looking at my dick.

"It's bigger than my husbands."

"Really? Are you shocked?"

She laughed again. "Surprising......no."

"Sis, you're looking at your brother's dick. I am showing you my dick. How do you feel about that?"

She looked up at me and smiled. "A dick is a dick, big brother. What did you want me to say?"

'Aren't you shocked?"

"I am surprised you showed it to me, but I'm not shocked. You're going to have to do better than that."

Her answered shocked me. I thought that would be enough showing it to her so she would have to come up with something to shock me. So far this wasn't going as I planned.

"Not shock enough huh?"

"Nope. You'll have to do better than that, she laughed.

"OK, wait a minute." I pulled up my trunks and walked into the house.

I started playing with myself to get a hard on.

"What are you doing in there?" I heard her yell out at me.

It didn't take much playing with myself thinking about her looking at it. I got it nice and hard. I pulled my trunks back up and walked back outside. I stopped again in front of her. I stood about a foot from her.

"Not shocked enough, huh?"

"Nope."

I quickly pulled my trunks down and exposed my raging hard on to her.

"OH my God!" I heard her say. She was looking at my raging hard on. "Oh my god, "she said again. She couldn't take her eyes off it. My dick was so hard it was thodding.

Now she was shocked. I could see it on her face.

"Oh my God, It's so....so...big! It looks twice as big as my husbands."

My dick stayed hard because she kept staring at it. She finally took her eyes off it, reached over and......(here's where you're thinking I'm going to write, reached over and took a hold of it) you're wrong....She reached over and picked up her glass and took another drink.

She finished her drink and set her glass down. "OK, big brother, pull up your pants and sit down."

I pulled my trunks back up." Do you want another drink?"

"Yea, thank you." I took her glass and mine into the house. I walked in, and then went over to the rum bottle. "Damn," I thought. "I thought this would go farther. I was disappointed. 

I was in the house for about ten minutes fixing our drinks. I picked up both glasses and started walking back out side. 

I wasn't ready for what I saw. I almost dropped the glasses. My sister was in the deep end part of the pool. All she had above the water was her head. She was standing in the five foot section. So why did I almost drop our glasses.

What I saw when I came out was her swim suit, top and bottom on the table where she had been sitting. I looked over at her standing in the pool. I couldn't really tell, but since that was all she had on, I believed she was naked in the pool. I set the glasses down on the table next to her swim suit. I picked up both the top and bottoms and held them up.

"Sis, are you naked?"

"Naked as the day I was born," she answered.

I tried to see though the water. I wanted to see her naked body. She has always had a hot tight body with long tan legs. I started to walk over closer to the pool. I wanted a better look.

"Stop! Just stay right there," she told me.

"Why?"

"You shocked me, now it's my turn to shock you."

"This was getting better by the minute," I thought to myself. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I reached down and picked up my drink. I drank half of it then set the glass back down on the table.

"You ready?"

"Ready for what?" I asked her.

It was started to turn evening. The sun was starting to go down. The light had a gold look as it dance off the water in the pool. She was waving her arms back and forth under the water. It caused ripples in the water so I still wasn't able to see her body thought the water. Her head and part of her shoulders was the only thing out of the water.

The pool was the type that if you stood in the deep end, you were standing in about five feet of water. The floor of the pool got less deep at the end where the table was, and where I was standing. One end was five feet and other end was only about two feet deep. I was still looking at her.

"Watch," was all she said.

I watched as my sister started slowly walking toward the shallow end of the pool. I slowly started see more of her body start to come out of the water as she walked toward me.

It didn't take long until the pool water was below her shoulders. I could see the top of her very nicely shaped tits. Two more steps to the lesser deep end of the pool and I would be able le to see her tits. This was more than I could hope for.

She stopped. I still couldn't see her nipples. The water was just above them. 

"Why'd you stop? Loose your nerve?"

"No, are you sure you want me to walk father into the shallow end?"

I couldn't believe my sister was teasing me this way.

"I dare you. I don't think you will."

I couldn't take my eyes off her. I waited. She started moving toward me again. I watched without blinking. I didn't want to miss anything. She slowly started moving toward the shallow end. She took another step. Now the water was only covering half of her nipples. I held my breath. She took another step. She raised up in the water more. The step she just took totally exposed her tits to me. They were prefect. Dark brown nipples about the size of a quarter. Her nipples were sticking out because of the water. My sister was forty years old and her tits looked like a teenager tits. I couldn't take my eyes off them.

She stopped. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Are you shocked I am showing you my boobs?"

"Sis, even though your boobs are prefect, you haven't shocked me."

She raised her arms above her head. It made her tits even more perfect. I could picture myself sucking on them.

I reached over and picked up her swim suit bottoms. "I really don't think you will walk out of the water more. I don't think you would show me your body totally naked. That would shock me."

She lowered her hands back into the water. "You don't think I will, huh?"

"Nope."

She started walking again. I watched as she kept walking toward the shallow end. Now I could see her belly button. I thought she would stop again, but she didn't. She kept walking. I saw her hips. She took another step and I could almost see her pussy. Another step, now her pussy was exposed to me. I realized she shaved down there. It was as bald as a baby's ass. She was still walking toward the steps in the shallow end. She didn't stop. She climbed the steps and walked out of the pool. She walked right over and stood in front of me. I watched the water run off her naked body.

"Oh my god sis, you're perfect. I really mean that." All I had to do was reach out and I could touch her tits. That's how close she was standing to me. I watched the water rolled off of her body. I could barely make out any tan lines.

She bent over toward me. Her tits were less than six inches from my face. I thought she was going to put them on my mouth. I was wrong. She bent over to pick up her swim suit from the table. 

My dick was rock hard. She was looking at me as she started putting her top on. I watched her as she put her tits in the cups, and then tied the string in the back. Then started to put on her bottoms.

"It's a bitch trying to get these bottoms on," she told me. 

I stopped staring at her. "What do you mean?"

"These bottoms tie on each side. It's hard to hold it in place and tie it. I need help."

"What you want me to do?"

"Hold up the front so I can tie it back."

I reached over and held the front of her suit up. I used my finger and thumb to hold up the front. My hands, the back of them were against her skin right above her pussy. She tied it back in record time.

"There, all done." She told me. I watched her as she sat back down.

I sat there trying to think of something to say. Nothing came to mind.

"Well," she said looking at me. "We've seen each others stuff. Are we still playing the shock game?"

"Yes," I answered her. I wondered just how far I could take this game. She still seemed willing to play. The trouble was I couldn't think of something else to do. I was at a lost.

I took another drink of my rum and coke.

Nothing much happened for the next hour. It was like nothing had happened. 

"Sis, are you a good kisser?"

"I don't know. No one has ever complained. I guess I am."

I knew with her lips she had to be a good kisser. I wanted to feel her lips on mine.

"I want you to kiss me. I don't mean a sister brother kiss. I want you to give me your best kiss."

She looked at me, picked up her drink and took another sip. "You want me to kiss you like I kiss my husband?"

"No, I want you to kiss me with your best kiss, tongue and everything."

"Tongue too?"

"Yea, tongue too."

"I don't know...."

"What could it hurt?"

"Nothing I guess. It just seems strange. I mean you want me to kiss you like a lover?"

"Yea."

"OK, stand up" she ordered me.

"Just think of it as first base," I told her.

"First base?"

"Yea, first base. Haven't you ever heard of first base, second base, third base and home run?"

"No, I haven't. What does it mean?"

"I can't believe you've never heard of this. OK, first base is a kiss, second base is touching your boobs, third base is playing with your who, who"

She laughed at the who, who remark. "Home run is when we do it."

"How far do you want to play the game?" she asked me.

"As far as you let me. You have total control. I won't go pass any base you don't want me to go pass"

"I can say stop at anytime?"

"Yep, anytime," I answered. I couldn't believe she was considering playing. Who knows maybe I'll get as far as touching her tits.

She walked over and stood in front of me. "So I won't feel strange, it's OK if you kiss me back. I want to see if you're a good kisser also."

I put my arms around her. I rested my hands on the small of her back just above her swim suit bottom. She put her arms around my neck. She was looking up at me.

"I can't believe I'm even doing this with you."

I pulled her closer to me. I watched her shut her eyes and tilt her head up towards mine. I slowly lowered my head down to meet her lips. I felt my lips touch hers. It was just a little kiss, then another, then another. I felt her open her mouth just a little. I started to stick my tongue out. I felt the tip of her tongue on mine. She opened her mouth a little more. Before I could stick my tongue in her I felt her push her tongue in my mouth. Both of us opened our mouths wider. We started playing with each others tongues. I could feel her tits on my chest. I had a hard on and I knew she could feel that against her. To my surprise, we kept on kissing. She was really getting into it. So was I. I slowly started raising my hands up her sides. I went slow to give her enough time for her to tell me to stop. I figured she would tell me any minute. Now my hands were higher on her back I felt her swim suit string. I didn't try to untie it. That might cause her to tell me to stop. I slowly started moving my hands to the sides of her tits. I could feel her skin and the beginning of the side of her tits. I decided if she let me I would feel her tits over her swim suit. By now the palms of my hands were near the front of her tits. So far, so good. I could felt her firmness. I slid both hands over her tits. I could feel the top of her skin above her swim suit top. 

She stopped kissing me and looked up. "I guess you just got to second base," she told me.

"Not quite," I answered.

"What do you mean?"

"Second base is when a guy feels total skin. I'm still over your suit top."

"Oh," was all she said and started kissing me again.

I took this to mean I could go under her top. I decided I didn't want to press my hands under her top until I untied it. That would tell me she wanted me to do it, or gave her time to tell me to stop.

I slid my hands over her skin until I reached her back again. I felt the bow she had tied after she put her top back on. I felt around for the string to pull. Found it. I slowly started pulling the string. She stuck her tongue in my mouth even deeper. As I kept pulling on the string I felt it come undone. I kept kissing her and rubbing my hands up and down her now bare back. Her skin was smooth and soft. I decided to undo the string around her neck also. I reached the back of her neck and pulled on it. It came undone as easy as the back. Her top was still in place because we were still pressed close to together. I started to press less on her so it would fall to the ground. Before I could, I felt her pull away from me just a little. It was enough. Her top fell to the ground. I had to fight the urge to reach down and untie the bottoms. It wasn't time yet. I started moving my hands around to the front of her. I felt my hands touch the sides of her now bare tits. I kept moving to the front of her. My palms slid across her nipples. I cupped both of her tits in my hands.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I heard her moan. The moan was real low, but just enough for me to hear it. I started playing with her tits. I felt her nipples get hard. Again, she stopped kissing me. She looked up at me. My hands were still on her tits.

"Well, big brother, I guess you made it to second base with your little sister."

I smiled at her. "Sis, your boobs feel great. I mean really great. Plus, you're a great kisser."

"Really?"

"Really" I answered her.

"Do you want to keep kissing me?"

"I don't care if we never stop."

We started kissing again. Now it was time to see if I could get to third base.

I slowly started lowering my hands to her hips. I figured she'd stop me anytime now. I felt the strings holding her swimsuit bottoms together. They were tied into bows on each side. I felt around for the string that would untie her bottoms. I pulled on a string on one side. It came undone. "Well, she didn't stop me," I thought to myself. I pulled on the other string. I felt it come untied also. Now the only thing holding up her bottoms was our bodies against each other. I moved my hips back just a little. I wasn't sure if her bottom dropped to the ground. My hands were still on her hips. I started moving them around to her ass. My fingers felt the top of the beginning of her ass. I didn't feel any bottoms. I lowered my hands a little more. Before I realized it my hands were on my sister's tight firm ass. I started cupping her cheeks.

"Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned.

This time I stopped kissing her. I looked down at her face. She looked up at me. 

"Well, Sis, I think you're naked."

"I can feel your hands on my ass."

"Your ass feels great,' I told her.

She looked down at the ground. "My suit is on the ground." She lowered her hands to my ass. "Why do you still have you suit on?"

"I didn't want to scare you. If I take them off there nothing between us, nothing."

"I know, what's the matter, are you getting scare now that I've let you go this far with me?"




Playing Baseball



"I don't want you to tell me to stop."

"I haven't yet, have I?"

"No," I answered and started pulling down my swim suit. I rose back up and put my arms around my sister's lower back. She didn't resist me. I felt my now very hard and straight up dick against her skin.

She put her arms around my neck. "Now let me understand this game. Third base is you feeling my....my...." she laughed, "My who, who."

"Your what?"

"My who, who." She laughed.

"Yea, third base is me feeling your "who, who." I laughed.

"And home run is you putting your....your..."

"Its called a dick, what the matter, can't you say it?"

"I can say it, dick, see dick. Now home run is you putting your dick in me?" Right?"

"Right."

"Can I say stop at any time, still?"

"Anytime, you say stop, sis, I'll stop."

"Even if you don't get to make a home run?"

I felt disappointed. "Even if I don't get to make a home run," I answered. 

"OK, but lets go inside to my bedroom." She took her hands off from around my neck and started walking into the house. I watched her ass as I walked behind her. I really wanted to get a home run.

She lay down on her bed. I stood there just looking at her.

"What's the matter?" she asked me.

"Nothing, nothing, Sorry I was staring at you, but I never thought I'd get to see you naked. Sis, you are really hot. I mean hot. Your body is perfect."

"Thanks, are you going to kept staring at me or climb in bed with me?"

I walked over and climbed into her bed. I lay down next to her. She turned on her side facing me.

"I can say stop at anytime, right?"

"Anytime. If something doesn't feel right to you, just say so." After telling her that she seemed to relax.

"Lay on your back," she ordered me. 

I watched her as she slowly started to move her hand toward my very hard dick. I felt her hand rub the top of my shaft. A chill shot though me. I thought I was going to come right then. I had to will myself not to cum. I felt her hand start to slide up and down my shaft.

"It's bigger than my husbands," she told me again.

My head was on the pillow where I could see her hand playing with my dick. She rested her head on my chest as she kept playing with my dick. She stopped. I felt her raised up. "Not now," I thought to myself. "Don't stop now."

She rose up and moved between my legs. I spread my legs out wide. She lay down between them. She took a hold of my dick again. She started moving her head toward my dick. I watched her as she put her lips on the head of it. She looked up at me.

"I bet you never thought you would see me in this position."

"Never, Sis, never," was all I could say. She lowered her lips back on my dick. She started sucking on the head. More chills shot though me. I felt her and watched her take me in her mouth deeper. It was too much for me. I started shooting cum in her mouth.

Surprised she raised up off my dick. When she did another load hit her in the face.

"Gross," was all she said.

"Sorry! Sorry! I couldn't help it. Feeling and seeing you sallow my dick was too much for me. Sorry!"

She got up off the bed and walked into her bathroom. I laid there thinking. "Great, I blew it, she thought it was gross. Now I'll never get to fuck her."

After about two minutes she came back into the room. To my surprise she climbed back up on the bed and lay down next to me. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.

My dick was getting soft after shooting my load.

"Oh, it's not hard anymore." She looked up at me. "Will it take long to get hard again? Maybe if you went back to first base, then maybe second base and even third base, it will get hard faster."

I couldn't believe it. I just shot my load in my sister's mouth and on her face and she wasn't saying stop.

We started kissing. I felt her tongue in my mouth. We started playing with each other tongues. I slid my hand down and started playing with her tits. I felt her nipples get hard. As I was playing with her tits she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I worked my way down to her pussy and started rubbing it. It didn't take long for her to get wet. I slid my middle finger in her.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as I slid my finger in and out of her. I was still lying on my side. With my finger still going in and out of her and started sucking on her tits. I played with her nipples with my tongue. This I noticed seemed to drive her wild. She started humping my hand. She wanted my finger in her deeper. I pushed my finger in her as deep as I could.

"Get between my legs," she whispered to me. By now my dick was rock hard again.

She spread her legs out wide for me as I got between her legs. I looked down. My nut sack was resting against the top of her opening. I noticed since she was so small my dick reached clear up to her belly button as I lay on top of her. She raised her head and looked down at my dick. 

"Don't put it in," she told me.

I felt disappointed. 

"Can I trust you to just rub the head of it on my pussy lips without putting it in? I'm not sure yet if I want to go that far with my brother yet."

"You can trust me."

I started just rubbing the head of my dick back and forth on her pussy lips. The longer I rubbed the wetter she got. 

I could feel the head of my dick separating her pussy lips just a little. I had to fight the urge to drive my dick into her.

"Don't put it in me, don't put it in me," she kept saying over and over again. "I don't think we should go that far. I'm trusting you."

Hell, I was happy I got this far with her. I realized it would be easy to just slip it in just a little. If I did, she might tell me to stop all together and I didn't want that to happen. This went on for about ten minutes. I felt her hand on my shaft. She started moving my dick back and forth on her own. 

"Oh God, we shouldn't be doing this," she whispered. 

I felt her spread her legs out more. I knew she was enjoying it, but I didn't have the nerve to push in any. With her holding my dick it was impossible to push in her. She was doing all of the work now. She kept sliding the head of my dick across her pussy lips. I lowered my head and started sucking on her tits.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned as she kept sliding my dick back and forth.

"Maybe you could just put the head in," she told me as I stopped sucking her tits and looked at her.

"Just the head, no more. Just put it in me just a little."

I pushed in a little. I felt the head go just inside her pussy lips. She still had a hold of my shaft. Now she was moving it around.

"Oh God, this feels good. Does it feel good to you?" she asked me.

"Oh sis, I've never felt anything this good before. Never." I took a chance. "Sis, it's getting real hard to keep from pushing more into you. My muscles are getting tired just trying to hold back."

"I know, I know. I want you inside of me, but something is still holding me back. I'm sorry."

This went on for another five minutes.

"OK, OK, Just slip it in me a little more, enough so you can relax your muscles a little, but don't move it around any, OK?"

"OK," I relaxed some and my dick slid haft way into her.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as it slid deeper into her. 

"Is that better?" she asked me.

"Better, but still hard for me not to go in you all the way."

"OK, just lay on top of me. It's OK if it goes in more. Just let it slip in me more, but don't move it around."

I laid on top of her and felt my dick go the rest of the way in her.

"Oh God, you're a lot bigger than my husband. I felt it slide in me more. Is it all the way in?"

"Just about."

"I really feel full. I mean your dick really fills me up."

We both laid there not saying anything.

"Are you OK with this?" I asked her.

"Yea, I'm surprised, but I'm really OK with this. It feels good having you in me. It doesn't even feel that strange."

"Well, we've gone this far, I say we try to do it and see what it would feel like."

"OK," she told me. "I want that also. It's OK, go ahead and move around in me. I mean, go ahead and push in and out of me."

I pushed as deep in her as I could.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned again. 

I slowly started pulling out of her. When I could feel the head of my dick at her pussy lips again, I drove back into her.

"Oh God! Oh God! She said as I drove back into her. 

I started fucking my sister. This was the best pussy I've ever been in. As I speeded up and thrust into her she started fucking me back. She thrusts her hips into me as I drove back into her. Faster and faster we started fucking each other. She wrapped her legs around me to get me to go into her even deeper.

"Oh god, you're deep in me, deeper than anybodies been." 

She was turning into one hell of a fucking machine. I knew with her fucking me back I wasn't going to last long.

I started driving into her as hard as I could. She was loving it. She drove her hips back into me.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she started having her orgasm. That did it for me. I started shooting my load into her.

"Oh God, I feel it! I feel it! I can feel you Cumming in me. Oh God! Cum in me, brother, cum in me! I want all of you!"

I fell exhausted on top of her. We didn't say anything to each other for a few minutes.

Her breathing started to slow down enough for her to talk.

"Why did this feel so good? I mean we both have had sex before, but never like this. Why do you think this felt so good?"

I looked at her and smiled. She was smiling back at me. "It felt so good because brother and sister aren't suppose to fuck each other that's why."

"Fuck that," she said. "As soon as you get hard again, I want you to fuck me again."

"Oh I intend to, sis, I intend to fuck your brains out."

End



Playing Beside Hubby



Shelly was startled by her phone as it suddenly vibrated in her hand. 

She hadn't been expecting anyone to text her at this time of night, but when it happened she knew immediately who it was. 

She quickly shifted her eyes to look at Randy and reflexively put her phone down beside her - afraid that he had heard the 'buzz' of the phone. 

Randy, her husband, was still sleeping beside her as she sat propped up in their bed. He hadn't stirred, yet she listened to his breathing and watched him for a few seconds to make sure he was still asleep. The soft light of the lamp on her bedside table gave her enough light to see that his face showed he was fully asleep.

Shelly had been mindlessly playing 'Angry Birds' and listening to music through an earpiece from her iPhone as her husband lightly snored beside her.

Shelly had just recently purchased her iPhone. 

It was her first smart phone and she was really enjoying having it. She liked that she could use it to listen to music, play games and text with her friends but the real reason she got it was so she could secretly get her mail and messages from Brent. 

She turned to her phone and saw that there was one new message.

She opened the message app, and saw it was from 'Brittany', as she expected. She had setup Brent's contact name as Brittany - just in case...

"Hi sexy - you awake?" 

Her heart fluttered. Contact with Brent did that to her - it excited her always. 

It was like being a teenager again.

She text back: "Yes, but I'm in bed - Randy is sleeping"

"Did you wear him out?"

"LOL Right - He came to bed and was out in 5 minutes"

"Awww - no fun for you tonight?"

"Like any other night"

"I don't know how he can keep his hands off of you"

Her heart skipped. 

Over the last few months there had been three times that she and Brent had been able to sneak away for a few hours.

Brent certainly had been very attentive. He was attentive to her, her needs, her body. He seemed to be completely enthralled with her. It was gratifying, flattering to be the center of someone's world even if for a few hours every once in a while.

"He seems to have no trouble keeping his hands to himself" she text back.

"His loss - unfortunately yours too..."

"Yeah - it has been way too long since I've ... you know"

"Nope - I don't know. You'll have to tell me ;) " he teased her.

"Yeah, right. You know full well what I mean..."

"Nope. I'm completely unaware - tell me"

Shelly smirked to herself; she liked it when he played coy with her, as she enjoyed all of the little games that they played.

"I'm sure you can figure it out" she text back. "It has to do with Randy not wanting any intimacy, and me not having the privacy to be 'intimate' by myself "

"Awwwww, no privacy must suck" Brent replied. "I have lots of privacy tonight and was thinking of getting 'intimate with myself' "

Shelly flushed at the thought of Brent playing with himself

"OMG - really?"

"MMMmm Yes. I'm out of town for work in a hotel... all alone... Now that I hear your voice I'm so turned on..."

Shelly envisioned Brent stroking himself and it excited her, she could feel her pussy begin to lubricate at the thought of it.

She text back "Ok. That isn't fair! I told you that I haven't in so long and now you're teasing me!"

"Haven't what?"

"CUM!!"

"Oh is that what you meant?" he text.

"YES - You knew full well what I meant!"

"I just wanted to be sure. ;) "

"Yeah right. Now I'm even more horny" 

"You're horny?"

"Yes and chatting with you isn't helping ;) " she text.

You wanna cum with me?"

Shelly paused looking at the screen then turned to look at Randy. He was still snoring laying on his back beside her. She'd love to cum right now, with Brent - but how?"

"What do you mean?" she sent.

"Make yourself cum for me - with me ...please"

"I can't - Randy"

"Be quiet about it"

"I can't"

"Please - I'm so hard right now thinking of you playing with yourself"

"I'd love to see your hard cock" 

"Wanna?"

"MMMmm I'd love to"

"Where is the earpiece that came with your phone?"

"I'm listening to music with it, why"

"Because if you really want to see we could facetime"

Shelly again looked at Randy. He was still zonked out... She was soooo horny and getting hornier by the minute.

"We can't" she sent

"If you use the earpiece the phone won't make any sound. You wanna see how hard you make me? Go into another room"

She wanted nothing more than to see Brent's hard cock right now. Well there was one thing she wanted more- to cum! But what if Randy heard or saw...

"If I get up to go to another room Randy will wake up - he always does when I get up at night"

"I guess you'll just have to be quiet and play there then" he sent

"I just can't Randy is righ..." Shelly was typing into the phone when it buzzed in her hand. Shelly was on edge and the phone buzz made her jump.

BRITTANY FACETIME REQUEST was displayed on the screen.

Shelly turned to Randy in wide-eyed nervousness. He made some noise and turned to his side, facing away from Shelly.

She was torn between receiving the request or not... What if she was caught? 

She pressed 'Accept'.

The music that she had been listening to was muted and she heard in her earpiece Brent's voice:

"Hi gorgeous. I know you can't talk... I can see you a little bit - it is pretty dark there. Can you hear me? If you can just nod" 

Shelly looked at her phone. Although it was quite dark in her bedroom, Brent's hotel was apparently quite well lit as she could see him clearly. 

He was obviously on the bed in his hotel room She could see the typical hotel room furnishings behind him. 

She could only see him from the midsection up though and he was shirtless smiling at her through the phone.

She nodded slowly and smiled back at him.

"Good" he said, "You are so gorgeous... "

"I know you have to stay quiet, so I'll do the talking ok?"

Shelly nodded and slid down from her propped position on the bed. She managee to manoeuvre herself down, placing her head on her pillow with her back to Randy.

Shelly is almost bursting with sexual energy. She is extremely horny yet nervous of being caught - her husband is right beside her. Her horniness is winning out over her caution and Shelly is already starting to lubricate fully as she knows she will not be able to hold back from playing with herself. Brent is seducing her now, here, in her own bed with her husband beside her. She cannot believe she is going through with this - but her passion is too high, the tension too great she desperately needs to cum and Brent is encouraging her to do so, now, with him. 

"Do you really want to cum Sexy?"

She nodds.

"Do you really want to see me cum?"

She nods again.

Brent is sitting up in the hotel bed and he pans the camera down across his bare, muscled chest to his midsection. The camera pauses there for a moment and as he pans it down farther it shows a thin sheet covering him from the waist down. The sheet is bulged giving evidence that Brent's cock is completely engorged.

"See how hard you are making me?" he whispers in her ear.

She can see his right hand slide under the sheet and as she follows its movement under the thin cover she can see it wrap around his hard erection.

"I'm gonna cum for you - and I want you to cum for me."

"You are so gorgeous ... Touch yourself for me...Please."

Listening to him talk as she watches him play under the sheet is too intense for her.

Shelly slides her left hand across her tummy, as it finds the elastic of her pyjama bottoms her fingers snake inside them. She is wearing no panties under the light material of her pyjamas and as her hand traces down her lower abdomen she shivers in excitement.

"Mmmmm yes" He whispers, "You're excited I can see it on your face. You want to cum - you need to cum, you want me to watch you cum..."

Her fingers slip across the light hair of her closely trimmed pubic mound and with great anticipation and warm satisfaction her fingers slide across her wet hooded clit.

She exhales with a low guttural moan that Brent can barely hear through the phone and her expression tells the rest of the story.

"OH YES!!" Brent moans into the phone. He sees her eyes close and her head draw back in pleasure.

"It feels good doesn't it Shelly? I bet you are so so wet."

Shelly opens her eyes again and looks to the phone and nods. 

As she watches the phone, Brent pulls back the cover over his body. In one motion the sheet is removed and Brent's privates are centered in her phone. His cock is hard - angry hard - she can see it pulse with his heartbeat.

His voice is grating as he tries to whisper in his great excitement "I so wish I was sliding this hard cock into where your fingers are right now MMmMm"

A light moan escapes her. She stifles it as best she can but knows she was lauder than she expected. Laying still she holds her fingers motionless against her clit and slit and listens to Randy's breathing. She feels the bed move in unison with his easy breathing.

As she listens to her husband breath beside her, she watches her phone inches from her face. Brent is pouring some lubricant over himself. His cock and balls glisten as he drizzles clear liquid over them. 

Again Shelly cannot suppress a moan as she slips a finger inside herself while watching Brent lube up his pulsing cock.

"Shhhhhh Sweetheart - You'll wake up Randy", he reprimands her.

"Is he still asleep?"

She nods in response.

"Ok, be carefull... Too bad you can't be loud like me" he tells her then moans noisily as he begins to stroke his shiny wet cock.

"OHHhhhh AAAHHHHHH mMmmm" he moans as Shelly watches him slide his hand over his slippery slick member.

Shelly can hear the slurping sounds of his play and unconsciously she starts to again massage her slick clit in rhythm. She tries to be as still as she can but it takes a conscious effort to hold back from thrusting her eager pussy against her probing fingers. 

Shelly is matching Brent's strokes with hers and although she tries to lie still she cannot stop her groin from contracting in concert with her fingers and Brent's stroking. 

"OH this feel so good - OH you look so HOT. The expression on your face is just like it is when I am inside you ...MMMmMM ah AH AH AH... " Brent is whispering louder in her ear.

Her fingers are achieving their purpose faster than expected and she is nearing her orgasm.

Brent's hand is steadily stroking his cock and making slurping sounds. Shelly now notices that she too is making slurping wet sounds as she uses the flat of two fingers on her over sensitive clit. Her groin goes rigid as she slides her fingers over her clit and probes into her wet throbbing pussy with one then two fingers.

"You're ... aaAHAHH c c c close aren't you?" Brent manages to say...

"SHHHHHhhhh" Brent tells her. It is then that she notices that she is whimpering in pure excitement and pleasure. Her whole focus is on the sight of Brent's masturbation while she is engrossed in her own.

She closes her lips hard to try to suppress her sounds but cannot stop her play - she is too close.

"AH AH AH...MMMMmMMMMmmm" Brent moans.

She opens her eyes wide into the camera and nods her head strongly in jerky almost erratic motions.

Looking at the screen, Brent turns his phone camera so she can see him from his crotch to his face. He arcs his back and goes rigid for a few seconds as his hand is a steady blur on his raging cock. His eyes close and then she sees it - a rope of cum erupts from Brent's cock.

It hits her like a tidal wave. Shelly's orgasm tightens her whole body into a quivering mass. Try as she might she cannot control her whimpering and bucking. Her fingers grind against her mound her clit now too sensitive to touch and too excited to leave alone.

Shelly watches rope after rope of cum erupt from Brent's engorged cock as she feels 'Wham, Wham, Wham, of her orgasm bear down on her clenching her hand between her legs as she grunts, moans and bucks through her lasting hard orgasm.

She is only beginning to catch her breath when she is aware that Randy is moving beside her.

In a panic she turns the phone over, screen down and tries to lay as still as she can. She feels him rise up to look over her shoulder. He places his hand on her shoulder and speaks quietly to her.

"Shelly...Shelly... Wake-up, you're having a dream."

Shelly murmurs, pretending to be waking from sleep. "What?"

"Are you ok?" Randy asks. "You were thrashing about and making all kinds of noise.

"Yeah, I'm fine" she answers.

"Well you're all hot and sweaty it must have been a pretty nasty dream"

Then from the earpiece in her ear "More like YOU were nasty and the dream was 'hot and sweaty' ... goodnight sexy..."



Playing Boyfriend



My Name's Randy, 18, I live in a small house with my sister, 20. I guess I'll give a description of myself, I stand 5'10" and 187lbs, slight muscular build in my arms and chest, I admit I have a little bit of a gut. My hair is considered short, but it's at least 3 inches long, brown and very soft so I've been told. I have a goatee, oh and yes I do shave my nether regions! I guess I'm what's considered a "manly" build, I've never thought those scrawny guys at school were very manly built.

My sister, Jennifer is much shorter than me, she's only 5'0", and even though she doesn't think so, she has an amazing body. She wasn't toned either, but I loved her cute little belly. She didn't have much of an ass, but her breasts more than made up for it. She had long brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. We look nothing alike in the face, but I guess most people could still tell we were related, even though everyone thought I was the older brother, but truth is she's two years older than myself. 

One day I was home alone, bored beyond belief, so I did what I usually did when that bored; I snooped. Yes, I know it's not a good thing for me to do, but I never did any harmful snooping. My sister smoked weed, and I was going to see if she had any I might be able to just take one quick hit. I wasn't much of a weed smoker, but when extremely bored with nothing to do, I don't mind doing a one-hitter. I looked in her usual spot. There was a small baggy, but what caught my interest was next to it. It was her diary. I laughed to myself at first, I thought only little girls kept diaries? But I guess not and of course, my curiosity got the better of me. Most of the pages were pretty boring, she was bragging about her new boyfriend and how perfect he was...but as I read on, the book got much hotter. She started talking about how amazing Dustin was in bed...how he knew exactly what to do to drive her wild. I admit, I started getting very hard reading this.

"Gosh Brad is so amazing in bed. If I put my right leg up he starts thrusting into my left and if I put my left up he starts thrusting into my right. He hits each spot so perfectly, I don't think I've ever cum so much."

I started feeling extremely hot and slightly guilty, I put the book back and of course went to my room to take care of the pulsating cock beneath my waistband. I agree with her. I don't think I've ever cum so much!

I was asleep, at least trying to sleep, the next night. My room was always the hottest, and I have no idea why! So I was tossing and turning most of the night, kicking the sheets off of me, laying there in nothing by my tight boxers. I couldn't get to sleep, so I figured I'd keep my eyes close and just rub my bulge a bit. It felt good in the fabric against my now growing prick. I'm not huge down there, though I never measured. I'd say just by looking at it that it's only 6 inches, but fairly thick. I let out soft sighs and moans as I rubbed softly and sweetly along the length of my cock thru my boxers. Suddenly, I jumped a bit as I heard a sound. It was the sound I often here when someone twists a doorknob. I thought at first someone was coming in my room, but I knew if they were I'd see a blue glow of light at my doorway. I paused, laid there and listened; I couldn't hear anything. Suddenly, lights beamed into my bedroom window. I peeked through the blinds to see my sister's boyfriend pulling out of the driveway and heading home.

"What a douche bag," I whispered to myself. He said he was going to spend the night with my sister, but I knew he was just using her for sex. I was about to lay back down and just go to sleep when I thought maybe I should check on Jennifer to make sure they didn't have a fight, but I didn't hear anything, and he left the house very quietly, so I figured he was just sneaking out. Either way, my sisters door was already open so I peaked in. Jennifer was still laying there in her bed sleeping in her odd way of sleeping; she's the only person I've ever seen sleep on her back with her feet on the bed and knees in the air. I came up to her, I was going to wake her and tell her what had happened. I hated Brad anyways, I'd love if they broke up. But I didn't have the heart to do that to her, I just watched her sleep, her lips were slightly parted and looked so soft. I brusher her hair with my hands softly. I don't know what came over me but I leaned forward, kissing her lips lightly; they were even better than I thought. I freaked out when I saw her hands start to move. 

She moved her hands to the back of my neck and whispered, "Mmmm Brad" and pulled me forward and started kissing me deeply and passionately. I was in shock but this passionate lip lock wouldn't let me go. Our tongues matched eachother, becoming one, tossing and turning in our mouths, I sucked and nibbled her bottom lip as she moaned more and more.

She scooted over and pulled me into the bed. I just realized how dark her room was with her black curtains, she couldn't see a thing (plus she wore contacts during the day). I felt her soft lips kiss my chest and work her way down my body. My breathing got heavier as I felt her slide my boxers off and release my throbbing rod. I didn't know if I should stop her or not. I didn't have time to think because the next thing I felt was this amazingly warm and wet mouth slipping it's way down my shaft. I moaned by kept it soft so she wouldn't recognize my voice. I run my fingers through her long soft hair, her mouth massaged my cock with each stroke. Wow, this is definitely the best blowjob I think I ever got. She drooled a bit on my cock while sucking it then licked it all up and continued, giving it a wet-dry sensation that nearly blew me over the edge. She could feel my dick pulsating faster in her mouth and I heard her playfully whisper 

"Nuh uh, not yet you don't".

With that she moved around a bit, I finally could make out her silhouette and noticed she was undressing. She sat on my lap and began to kiss me. My hands cupped and massaged her perky C cups, playing with her nipples and rubbing her chest massagingly. Finally, she arched her back and slipped her dripping pussy onto my cock. I could feel she had a small landing strip of pubic hair on her pussy, which right now I could care less. I was in total ecstasy. She rocked her hips and ass, it was so amazing, the top of her body barely moved but her lower half was like a sex machine, working everything just right. I grabbed her ass and helped her work my cock. I could feel her pussy juice pooling at the bass of my cock and balls, it was so amazing. I flipped her over, continuing to kiss her, then thrusting my way deep inside her pussy; finally I was getting the loud orgasmic moans I wanted from her. She lifted her left leg, and I began to remember her diary, so I started thrusting even harder and deeper into her right side...she scratched my back 

"Oh fuck!! that's so amazing!" She sounded as if she was going to pass out from orgasms. 

"Oh shit" I exclaimed. I didn't disguise my voice. I prayed she didn't know it was me...I guess she didn't because before I could say another word she said, 

"Oh baby, remember don't cum inside me"

I'm glad she reminded me because honestly with how amazing her tight pussy felt, I was ready to unload deep inside her. We kissed deeply and I lifted both of her legs to my shoulders, pounding her pussy into jello. We both were sweating like crazy, but I think most of the moisture was from her pussy--yup, I just realized her pussy juices had gushed out of her pussy while I was fucking her! I had no idea she could do that. I moaned and groaned and pulled out. I was about to jerk off my cock like I usually do when I pull out, but I had no chance; my sister's mouth lunged at my cock, sucking it til I came hard in her mouth, she made sure to suck and lick it all up...I wish i could've had a light on to see her twirl my cum around her tongue..

We collapsed in eachothers arms...she whispered 

"I love you."

I smiled and whispered, "I love you too."

and kissed her head, we fell asleep. I didn't bother getting back in my own bed.



Playing By Ear



I'd met Adele a couple of times before she turned up on my doorstep. She seemed nice enough but the truth was that after a messy divorce I was happy to be living alone in my town house with no yard to look after, no crappy social events to attend and no one to look after but me. All I wanted at that time was to get my work done, come home and eat takeaway in front of a ball game. Sure, that would change, but at that time in my life, I was tired and just wanted solitude.

So, one Saturday afternoon Adele turns up at my door. She's panicking about bread rolls for a party she's having that night... and comes to me. She did this because when we met she recognized my surname and associated it with my father's local bakery business. That's the joy of small town living I guess. It's been at least ten years since I worked in my dad's place and even then I followed instructions, didn't necessarily understand them. Adele didn't notice my sigh, or the excuses I gave her about being incapable. Somehow she persuaded me to go to her house, two doors down, and have another go at the rolls.

We started making the rolls, following the recipe she had written on a Post-It note. She was measuring out ingredients when I noticed there's no sugar in the recipe. I explained that the yeast needs sugar to work properly, which is one of the few things I know about baking chemistry, and we added a tablespoon of sugar to the dry ingredients. Adele wasn't totally convinced, as the dough didn't feel any different, but it started to rise after twenty minutes, looking better than either of her previous attempts. I assured her that I believed this batch would be a success and excused myself.

She thanked me profusely and insisted that I come to her party that evening. I thanked her for the offer but declined, saying I had some work to do. A party was the last thing I wanted that weekend.

And that was basically it, or so I thought.

Sunday, the following weekend, there was a familiar knock on my door. When I answered the familiar face of Adele was standing there. She was holding a plastic container and my first thought was, "God no, she has another baking issue. I'm moving."

"Hi." Adele drew out the word and gave me a sheepish smile. "I brought you some cake. I wanted to say thanks for last week... and to prove that I could actually bake something successfully."

She stood there with the box in her hand, not extending it. If she had, I would have accepted it and carried on with my day, as she didn't offer the box I figured she expected to share the cake with me. I wasn't feeling particularly sociable but didn't feel I could turn my neighbor away so I stood aside and invited her inside. I said I'd make some coffee and Adele followed me into the kitchen.

"Your place looks good." She let her eyes scan the open floor plan. "Not bad for only being here a few weeks."

"There wasn't much to do." I shrugged, measuring grinds into the coffee maker. "I just brought furniture in and threw some things on the walls."

"Well, it looks good." Adele came over to the counter and placed her box on it. "I made lemon cake. Hope you like that."

"Sounds good." I pulled a couple of cups from an overhead cupboard and didn't say that I hardly ever ate cake – a legacy of having as much as I could eat as a child.

"I have to be truthful though." Adele's mouth squinted as she came clean. "I did try to make one last Sunday to bring over, but that one was a disaster. I didn't want you to think I was completely helpless in the kitchen. Even if I am."

I laughed at the thought and felt a little sorry for her. I gave her some plates, forks, a knife and invited her to cut some cake for us. Adele put two generous slices on plates and sat at the breakfast bar. When the coffee was ready I poured two cups and joined her.

She was better at small talk than me and we steered our way through several topics while we ate and drank – neighbors, the state of the neighborhood, the weather. I won't say that I was enjoying Adele's company, or that her cake was wonderful, but I was comfortable with her in my kitchen.

Adele had a fairly plain face, not beautiful in the classic sense, but pure, well-formed and pretty. Her nose was small and her mouth thin, but they were well proportioned below hazel eyes that glinted with life as she spoke. Her short dark hair was thick and showed signs of waves that would probably be more evident if she grew it longer. After a while I couldn't help but notice she had a nice figure too – trim and while not exactly buxom, her boobs were big enough to draw a male eye to the T-shirt she wore. The T-shirt said, "Well Qualified Buyers Only".

I obviously looked once too often and Adele caught me reading the logo. "I work for a finance company," she explained. "It's kind of a joke around the office and some of us girls had these made up for a bowling competition we entered. It was our team name."

"Did you win?" I asked.

Adele laughed heartily. "No. If there's one thing I'm worse at than baking, it's bowling."

Watching her laugh, I realized I was starting to enjoy having her around. It had been a long time since I'd been around female laughter.

"You make it sound like you're not good at much. What are you good at?"

She thought for a moment. "I'm good at my job, I'm a risk analyst. I'm pretty good at the piano." She nodded over towards the electric piano that was in the corner of my lounge, next to the computer table. "Do you play?"

I started to tell her that I played a little, mostly chords for songs I'd written and recorded, but Adele was up on her feet and walking to the keyboard. "May I?"

All I could do was follow her and turn the instrument on. She sat on the stool in front of the keyboard and didn't so much as pause to think what she would play before planting her slim fingers on the keys and running into a few augmented chords and a whimsical melody. She wasn't showing off, just naturally letting her hands make music. There was a joy in the way she played that was evident in the sounds she made but I didn't recognize any of the music until she started into the first few bars of Bruce Hornsby's "The Way It Is".

Adele's fingers were at full stretch as she played the intro to the classic, looking like she almost didn't have the span to hit the keys, but what she played sounded just like the recording. When she decided to finish she gave a short laugh and giggled, "That's the crowd pleaser. Everyone knows that tune."

"You play wonderfully," I complimented. "Must've been lessons for years."

She laughed again. "Not a single lesson. I'm self-taught, on my grandmother's old upright. Can't read a note of music, I totally play by ear."

I nodded, impressed. I was a hack compared to her.

"Pull up the other stool." She indicated the one by the computer. "Let's play something together."

I sat on her left, with the low notes and timidly started to prod at a few chords, following a progression I'd been working on. Adele paid a passing interest in what my hands were doing, but she was listening intently. After only two bars she started accompanying me with an improvised melody that rolled around the room with dizzy quality.

We played for a full three minutes like that. I tried to change up my chords and Adele followed me brilliantly. She played with a captivating smile on her face and I was disappointed when I botched a change and we ground to a halt. My bad fingering was caused by a loss of concentration when I looked down and realized how short Adele's skirt was, having ridden up a little while she'd been on the stool.

I was excited now, in more than one way really, and I asked if Adele would play on one of my recordings. She was a little self-effacing, but agreed. I got the feeling that she didn't get to play much music and was glad to be engaged.

By the time I'd made more coffee I had also fired up the computer and called up a song I'd been working on for months. I thought it need a piano, Adele was kind enough not to say anything about the simple structure or the occasionally awkward lyrics of my hobby. While I played the song through a few times she tinkled with the keyboard, learning the structure and letting melodic ideas flow through her fingers.

Over the next two hours Adele worked hard on creating several piano parts that I knew I could weave into the song. They were exactly what I was looking for but had no skills to execute. My role was simply to ensure the recording levels were right, press the "record" and "stop" buttons on the computer and watch. I enjoyed watching as much as I enjoyed listening.

Recording complete, Adele pulled her stool next to mine again for a listen through of the song, now complete with expert piano work. I tried to listen, I really did, but it was impossible, given that Adele had pulled herself so close to me. Was that an accident, or was she feeling the same attraction that had grown in me over the last couple of hours?

"Wow, that was fun." Adele smiled widely when the playback finished.

"You sounded great." I patted her on the back, letting my arm fall to her stool, rather than coming back into "my" space. "Who knew I had such talent living so close. I hope you'll be available next time I need some piano expertise."

She shook her head dismissively. "You should find an expert."

"I think I have." She looked at me, her hazel eyes wide and appealing.

"I just play by ear." Adele's gaze never left mine, inviting and seemingly available.

"Playing by ear is just fine for me." I kissed her.

There was no deep passion in our first kisses, just small, exploratory pecks accompanied by arms that wound around our bodies, ensuring we continued, encouraging. I felt no resistance when I pulled Adele closer to me and kissed her harder. Her lips parted and our tongues met, pausing momentarily, before twisting and exploring each other as the heat between us rose. Adele's mouth was warm, inviting and delicious.

When we broke the kiss we were both smiling and I felt the excited relief that comes with mutual attraction being confirmed. Without a word I took Adele's hand and stood up. I walked her over to my sofa and we sat, immediately falling into another tight embrace and deep kiss.

I felt like I wanted to ask her questions, know more about her, but the moment seemed all about being together and the passion we were feeling. We were both needy and our hands were carefully exploring each other and urging more contact, hungry for each other. I felt Adele's delicate hand run up the side of my torso, gently pushing my shirt, then on past my shoulder to hold my neck while we kissed. I pressed my hand against her lower back, almost down to her ass, slowly moved it up her spine, massaging and caressing all the way to the nape of her neck.. Adele shuffled her position on the sofa, easing me downwards and leaning across me to kiss me from above. I felt the soft flesh of her breasts press into my chest and her thigh entwine with mine.

I could feel the heat of her groin against my thigh. It felt like there was fire in those panties. She shuffled again, lowering herself more and pressing against me until my erection was against her lower belly. She seemed content there for a few moments as we kissed.

When we broke again Adele seemed to pause a moment and then started awkwardly, "I... I hope you don't think..."

I smiled and pulled her closer again. "I think nothing." I whispered, "I'm just playing by ear."

Adele kissed me and then pulled back. She crossed her arms in front of herself, took hold of the edges of her shirt and pulled it over her head. I stared at the white lacy bra that she revealed. My instinct was to immediately take this move one step further and get rid of the bra, but I took her breasts in my hands, feeling them move beneath the material. Adele closed her eyes and her head leaned back a little while she sighed and enjoyed my touch.

While I was kneading her breasts through her bra, Adele straddled my thigh, pressing her heat further into me, and ran her hands up under my shirt. She smiled playfully and said, "You have a shirt on. I don't. That's not fair."

"You should do something about that." I invited.

I doubt she needed the invitation, but Adele pulled my shirt off, then reached behind her torso and undid her bra. She shook it off her front and dropped it on the floor, leaving her pert breasts open to my view and inviting my touch. Her nipples were just bigger than a quarter and showing definite signs of excitement. I took one in my fingers, felt the give in her skin as I squeezed and delighted in the gasp of pleasure I got in response. Not wanting to leave the other nipple out, I reached over and repeated the treatment. This time Adele sighed with a more contented expression. "That feels good." She smiled.

"You feel great." I agreed.

I pulled her down to me, her skin meeting mine as we kissed. I felt her hand run along my thigh as she squirmed her groin on the other, her panties just a thin barrier. I swear I could smell her excitement by then, but the air had been so charged it was difficult to know for sure. It had been so long since I'd been in a passionate embrace, it all felt so good.

Adele continued to take the lead, lifting off me and running her hand over my thigh, electrifying the skin beneath the denim of my jeans and sending waves of excitement through me when her fingers came along the inside of the thigh. I wanted her to move her fingers further up to feel my erection, but I was enjoying the tease.

She wanted more than the tease though and soon she was running her hand hard over the front of my jeans, her fingers covering my bulge and pressing on the outline of my hard on. It was my turn to close my eyes as the pleasure level continued to elevate.

Adele didn't wait long to move on and unbuckled my belt. I sucked my tummy in while she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Next she stood and pulled my jeans away, leaving my briefs barely covering me. Adele kneeled on the edge of the sofa and looked down at me. There was no hesitation as she reached out and rubbed the front of my briefs. I moaned involuntarily, feeling every movement her fingers made, wrapping around my cock with only the thin barrier of cotton now separating our skin. "You need to come out," she muttered, swiftly pulling the elasticated band over my cock and down.

I let my head fall back and enjoyed her touch as she explored. Adele's fingertips lightly ran along my length. Then she held my shaft tighter and pulled downwards, drawing down my foreskin and exposing the bulging purple head of my excited cock. She pulled down at the base of my shaft, elevating me to vertical and encouraging me to look down and see what she was doing. At least half of my cock was exposed above her hand. I'd never felt bigger than in her hand.

"It looks beautiful." She stroked me a little, looking at my cock all the time. It had been so long since anyone had paid any attention to my body, and it felt wonderful. I was transfixed, watching her watch every twitch my cock made in response to her touch. It was only when she brought a hand to my balls that I snapped out of the trance and realized Adele still had too many clothes on.

I stood from the sofa and she followed my lead. I held her arm while she continued to stroke me and I kissed her, feeling those sweet lips and her playful tongue. Next I kneeled in front of her and felt behind her for the zipper on her skirt. I knew it was there, having paid intimate attention to that skirt an hour earlier. Once the zipper was unfastened the skirt fell easily to the floor and she stepped out of it. I saw her tiny black panties for the first time and reached out to run my finger along the front of them. The heat was unmistakable and I swear they felt damp.

Keeping my eyes firmly fixed on the area her panties covered I took each side in my hands and pulled them over her hips. The magic revealed was a perfect little shaved pussy with just a hint of lips protruding from the cleft. "You look wonderful." I said in a breathy voice and looked up to find her eyes. Adele was smiling down at me, inviting me to explore some more.

"Touch me." Her whispered plea made me smile. I replied by lifting my hands towards her and watching as she opened her legs in anticipation.

I traced my fingers lightly along her pussy lips before pressing just firmly enough to ease inside a little and feel how wet she was. I watched my finger slip a little further in and I heard Adele gasp. I slipped it in further, pushing all the way until my knuckles met her skin. She was soft, tight and hot. I noticed her quiver as I pushed a little harder then withdrew so I could push in again. I doubt I've ever seen a more erotic sight than my finger moving in and out of that perfect little pussy.

Adele groaned as I continued to push in and out of her, each stroke of my finger easier as her wetness spread and intensified. I changed to two fingers, pushed in and she moaned again, trying to open wider for me but limited by her standing pose. Keeping my fingers inside her, I gently pushed on her tummy with my other hand, motioning that she should sit back on the sofa. She sat carefully, still with my fingers inside her, lay back and opened wide for me.

Now I had an even better view of her pussy as it swallowed my fingers each time I pushed into her. Adele's pussy lips were swollen now and her whole pubic area soaking as I'd spread her juices. I watched intently as her clit moved up each time my fingers explored her. After a few moments Adele's hands reached down and gently eased her pussy open wider for me. I could see the pink inner skin around my fingers. It looked so gorgeous, I had to taste her.

I withdrew my fingers and took a good look at Adele's open pussy before I lowered my head and licked her. She continued to hold herself open for me as I traced the tip of my tongue up and down each side of her opening. Then I licked as deep into her hole as I could reach, and finally up to the bud of her clit. One of Adele's hands slipped away from her pussy and rested on my head, encouraging me as I drew light circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue. I felt her hips move and her involuntary groans increase as her excitement built.

Pausing my licking, I raised my head a few inches so I could get another view of her glorious, and now sopping wet, pussy. Her pussy lips looked swollen as she pulled open with her fingers and her clit was easily visible, swollen and proud as she stretched the skin around it.

I pushed my index finger into her and watched it sink. I left it there and bent to lick her clit, a little harder this time, hoping I could bring her to climax. It certainly looked and felt like she was ready.

As soon as my tongue touched her she raised her hips up and ground her pussy into my face. Feeling her need, I withdrew my finger and quickly slid both index and middle fingers deeply into her as I licked her clit with intent. Adele's hands stopped pulling her pussy open and now both rested on my head, encouraging me not to move until she came.

It didn't take long. Adele started making little "Ah" noises as her breathing got heavier and her muscles started to tense. I knew she'd reached the point of climax when her hands gripped my head harder and pushed my face into her. I kept licking her clit and using my fingers inside her to stroke her G-spot as her orgasm arrived, eliciting a small scream from her and clamping her pussy around my fingers. I felt her pussy contract four or five times as her moment extended, then Adele flopped back on the sofa.

She wasn't spent though. Her eyes opened wide and she looked over to me. She was smiling, a mixture of relief, surprise and desire. "God, that was so good." Adele sat up and reached over for me, specifically, she wanted my cock in her hand. I stood up and let her take me and she immediately started pulling me towards her. "I need you to get inside. Now."




Playing By Ear



I wasn't about to disappoint her. Getting inside her was high on my agenda also. I leaned over, placed a knee on the sofa and let my body follow Adele's lead as she pulled my cock towards her. She placed me at the entrance to her pussy and let go. I looked at her smiling face momentarily before I made a few tiny movements near her opening, just enough to coat the head of my cock in her juices, then I pushed hard and deep inside her.

Adele felt hot, tight and slippery as I entered her. It was easy to push all the way in, but I felt like I was clamped inside her. I watched her eyes close with pleasure as I pushed again, making sure I got as far into her as I could. Our pubic areas ground together as I tried to get my skin touching her clit. Her eyes opened as I started to withdraw. Adele was smiling and it was very arousing watching her reactions to our lovemaking. It had been so long since I'd felt reciprocation in this situation and my excitement was all the higher for it.

Once I was all the way out of her, I held Adele's gaze as I slowly plunged back into her depths. Her eyes closed involuntarily again and I reveled in the pleasure I saw in her face. As I pulled out again Adele pulled up her knees, opening her legs wider for me and encouraging me to plunge as deep as I could.

I tried to stay as slow as I could, but after only a few strokes I felt the sublime build of climax start to run through me. Every time I sunk into Adele I felt her heat engulf me and my balls tighten. I gave up thinking about slow strokes and fought myself to just stay with the rhythm I had built up. Her face now had an intent look and her arms had wrapped around me, pulling me into her. I looked down between us and saw my cock disappear between Adele's pussy lips each time I thrust. I watched one more time as my cock came out as far as I dared, thrust back inside and I knew there was no more holding back.

I continued to thrust into her as I came, but it was all instinct. I had no control over anything anymore. My body tensed as the orgasm crested and fell all over me in waves, stimulating every nerve in my body and sending sparks of electricity through every muscle. After a few seconds my body celebrated the huge climax by pumping cum into Adele. I felt extra heat as my streams of cum flooded around her pussy.

It was touch and go, but I retained enough strength in my arms not to simply collapse on top of her. Adele's hand came up and touched my cheek. "That's better."

Not wanting to pull out of her, I held on as long as I could, but our position on the sofa wasn't working for being comfortable after making love. I sadly pulled my soaking cock out of her and sat next to her. We kissed and wrapped each other up in tired arms. Adele found my deflating cock with her hand and held it, almost like she was making sure she'd wring every ounce of pleasure out of my orgasm that she could. I pushed my arm behind her back and pulled her close.

"I take it my cake wasn't too bad then?" Adele giggles in my arms.

"Your cake was just fine." I agreed. "I'm still evaluating the long-term consequences though. I wasn't expecting cake and coffee to be so good."

"I know, shocking." Adele tweaked my cock a little with her hand, just emphasizing her point.

"Well, maybe not shocking." I kissed her and looked into her eyes. "But this afternoon has proved incredibly pleasurable. Who knew? Who knows what comes next?"

Adele kissed me back. "I agree. This has been a great afternoon. The rest... we'll just have to play by ear I guess."

That sounded as good as the piano she'd played earlier.