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Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 01

By: The Big Bopper



Pete was crazy, couldn't keep it in his pants and lost his job. Luckily, he got an even better job but this time, his loving wife struggled with fidelity. Make sure you make it all the way to the exciting sexual finale. 

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Pete Murray is a great guy, the type that everybody gets on with. He's in his early 30's, been married to a gorgeous young woman, Sandy, for just 3 years now, no kids, but they have just started planning for one. They have a good active sex life although she is a bit prudish, not too worldly where sex is concerned.

He's smart too, got himself a great middle management position in one of those large corporations. The company is based in one of those small towns where the business dominates the town. 75% of the town's workforce works for the company, there's a very rich family at the top - the patriarch is Tom Collins, who seems to relish controlling the lives of the people around him. Tom would be in his mid 60's now.

Pete and Sandy were pretty excited when he got the executive job at the company, even though it meant leaving all their friends and family to move to this small mid-west town.

Now Pete's a pretty straight-up guy, he's got an eye for good looking women, but he hasn't strayed since marrying Sandy, not that he hasn't looked pretty hard at some of the attractive women who have crossed his path. But he just flirts with them, tells them how good they look, asks them what they're doing that night. It's usually all just good fun.

Well, it was good fun until Tom Collins' granddaughter came on the scene. It was the week of her 18th birthday, she was just completing high school and Stephanie called by Pete's office as she had done regularly since he had started at the company 6 months ago. Only today seemed different ... very different.

Stephanie purposely closed his office door behind her and seemed to step more seductively across the room than Pete had ever noticed before. It was her dress too, even that seemed sexier, more mature. It clung to her, hugged the curves of her body, yet it wasn't tight on her. The material bounced around her legs as she walked ... it was short, only came to midway between her crotch and her knees.

Pete thought she looked exceptionally good today. "Hi sweetie," he greeted her in a paternal tone, being 15 years older, watching her slink around the corner of his desk, "what's new?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation light and chirpy.

Stephanie came around the corner of his desk and raised her right leg up until her knee rested on the desk edge, causing her dress to lift and revealing a fair expanse of her left leg that was still on the floor. He couldn't avoid looking at the bare skin of her thigh, even though he knew even a flicker of his eyes would give her cause to comment.

"Looks to me that you might like the look of me in this dress ... or maybe Peter would prefer the look of me out of this dress even more?"

Pete was unnerved by how bold she was today, "I always like the way you look, Stephanie, you're a hot teenager," purposely using the age description to hopefully soften her enthusiasm.

"I hope that's not how you see me, Peter ... as a teenager?"

He loved the way she said his name, never abbreviating it the way everybody else did. And her voice, she sounded so sultry and sexy, like she had been taking lessons in seduction.

"I might still technically be a teenager, but I'm legal from this week, so now the balls in your court, Peter. You know about balls, I'm sure ... do you have them, Peter? Do you have the balls?"

Ignoring her sexual connotation, he instead dwelt on what she meant, "Legal, what do you mean legal?"

"Yes, I'm 18 today, now I can have sex with anyone I want to in this state, and no court will convict the man. How does that make you feel, Peter? I've got to tell you, it makes me feel very excited." She reached her hand out and grabbed the arm of his chair, spinning it around so he faced her and before he knew what she was doing, she had slipped from the desk edge and backed onto his lap.

Pete felt the heat of her arse through the flimsy little dress as she ground it around, obviously causing his clothed cock to respond quickly. She sat with her back to him but she turned her head around, her long blonde below-the-shoulder hair flicking his face, "So what you got there for me, Peter? Umm, feels good, I want to feel that grow under me."

'My God,' thought Pete, 'she has never been this forward with me before ... she is so hot!' Before he could determine how dangerous this was becoming, he felt his cock responding quickly, stiffening in his pants. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't pointed downward where it could have slipped into a trouser leg. No, it was pointing up and when it grew it shaped itself perfectly between the cheeks of her arse that she was happily wriggling around on him, seemingly attempting to capture his shaft there just the way it did.

"Oh God, is that all you? Peter, I have to have that, you can be my first legal sex partner."

"No Stephanie, just a minute," he protested, fearing that he was losing control of this situation, one that could likely end badly. "We can't do this, we can't do anything."

"Ah Peter, I have been waiting for this day, ever since you came to granddad's company. I've been counting the days down until my 18th birthday ... its today and I want my present from you right now." Her words were of a spoilt schoolgirl but the sultry tone was getting to Pete's libido.

She surprised him by lifting out of his lap, turning around and sitting back in the middle of the desk, swiftly lifting both feet up to perch them on the desk edge. That move of course lifted her knees up and she spread them as he spun in his chair to face her so that he was once more seated as he normally would be at his desk. Except that now Stephanie sat directly in front of him on his desk, her legs up, knees spread, the slinky dress had fallen back so far that it covered nothing but her waist. Her long slender legs were totally exposed and as his gaze followed the line of her thighs, he saw that she wore no underwear, he was looking straight at her shaved hairless pussy.

"You're ... oh God, you're not ... you're not wearing any panties," Pete seemed to stutter aloud as his gaze took in the spread pussy before him. He could see her outer lips already parted, they were very moist, he could see the pink inner lining of her vulva. It looked so tempting, laid out for him as it was.

"Of course I'm not, I needed to show you, for you to see what you can have ... right here ... right now. You can just take me ... oh Peter, I so want you. My birthday present will be your treat too."

Pete's mind went berserk. He truly could see one of the finest looking pussies he had ever laid eyes on. This was so tempting, yet in the six months he had known her, he had always warned himself that she was jail-bait. 'But 18 is legal in this state, she's right,' he reassured himself as he actually contemplated having her here and now on her terms. After all, the hard-on in his pants was so big it was almost painful.

"I am so ready," she told him, "can you see how wet I am," and she used one of her fingers to trawl between her nether lips and offer the wet digit in front of his face. He could smell her sex on her finger before she pushed it between his lips and he sucked on her juices. "You can just slide yourself in there. I want it so badly, Peter," her words drawing his eyes to look beyond her carnal treats to engage with her eyes. "What are you waiting for, it's all yours? Give it to me now."

Reason and all logical thought left him as he stood up, his hands dropping to his trousers, unzipping them and letting them fall around his feet.

"Yeah, that's better, oh goodie, how do you want me?" she said eagerly, coming forward and sliding her arse off his desk, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching her face up toward him. His lips found hers and he kissed her passionately, their mouths opening mutually, their tongues wrestling for supremacy. She flattened her teenage body against his impressive hard-on.

One hand unfolded from around his neck and slipped down between their bodies. He felt her grasping the waistband of his boxers and then they too were gone and he felt skin against skin, his rubbing on hers. If there had been a pang of conscience in Pete about where this was heading, it disappeared when he felt his hard erection pressed flatly against her smooth tummy.

He broke the kiss, spun her body around so that she faced away from him and pushed her upper body down on his desk, her impressive breasts flattened against the surface.

"What are you doing, Peter?"

"I want to watch that great arse of yours while I take you," he told her, now taking charge of the situation. His hands pulled her dress up her thighs and pushed it up and over the smooth cheeks of her arse, letting the bottom hem lie at her waist on her partly exposed back. Now Pete truly could see the perfect formation of her arse and below her tiny anal opening, he could see most of the long deep slit of her labia lips. As much as he appreciated the look of a feminine arse, he wasn't into anal. He wanted her the usual way. Eager to be inside her, he grasped his hard-on and centred it at her vaginal opening. With little pause, he manoeuvred the cock head so that it pushed into her.

So preoccupied in getting his cock into this hot young body, Pete hadn't seen the little minx reach across and push the phone's intercom button marked Tom Collins -- his boss and her grandfather.

As Pete applied pressure to his initial thrust into her hot body, he was completely stunned to hear Stephanie suddenly scream out "Is this going to hurt, Mr. Murray?" His cock head was warmly and wetly engulfed by her tight vagina, the feeling was exquisite.

But he so loved the way she said his first name ... what was happening? "What, what are you saying? Keep calling me Peter ... why are you calling me Mr. Murray?"

"Oh please, don't hurt me, I'm a virgin, you know ... I told you that."

"What, what do you mean a virgin?" Pete was incredulous, wondering why she was talking the way she was, but failing to see the warning signals as his head spun from the feelings washing through his body as he steadied and then pushed once more. He watched intently as his shaft began to disappear up into her succulent vagina, enjoying too the sight of her wonderful smooth arse cheeks, resplendent before his eyes. Her anal ring seeming to wink up at him as her cheeks stretched with his thrust into her vagina.

"I mean that you're my first, Mr. Murray ... oh please don't make it hurt!"

"I don't know what you're talking about ... you're no virgin, you've wanted this for months."

He ignored what he thought were her ramblings and pushed hard once more. He saw his erection disappear completely inside the hot young teenager's body, felt her passage grip him tightly, milking his shaft. Her body was giving off much different signs to what her words were saying.

Pete pulled back, then drove hard in again. She responded similarly with her vaginal passage gripping his hard erection, but from her lips, she told him, "Oh Mr. Murray, you're hurting me."

"I'm not, don't be so stupid," he told her as he plunged once more deep into her willing and compliant body.

Pete had completely lost himself in the moment, her hot young body sucked his cock into her so tightly, and the way she moved beneath him reassured him despite the stupid words she was uttering. He plunged it into her again and again. 'Oh, if only this would last for an hour,' he thought as all too soon he felt his release approaching. 'Oh, don't cum yet ... what is this, I usually last longer than this, it must be that her body is so hot.'

She must have sensed that his finish was approaching, probably from the way he now breathed so heavily. He plunged on, knowing that he couldn't hold out - barely two or three strokes more - when she screamed out, "Oh please, don't make me pregnant!"

"Haven't you got protection?" he mumbled as he felt his cock jerk and his potent cum burst from his tip, spilling deep inside her body.

"Why would I have protection, I never expected that you would try to seduce me right here in your office," she screamed back at him, her hand slipping across to the intercom button and returning his phone system to normal.

His cock pumped another bountiful load of his cum into the tight vagina beneath him. "What's that mean, you came on to me?" he told her just as the office door opened and he saw the company owner, Tom Collins stride through the door. "Oh shit!" muttered Pete.

"Jesus Peter, what in hell are you doing to my granddaughter, you randy young prick? Can't you keep it in your pants for Gods sake?" the old man accused.

"She ... she ... err, she came on to me, Mr. Collins ... really she did," Pete stuttered, his penis, still pulsing and ejecting his cum, embedded deep into the hot young body beneath him. His pleasure peaking at this moment was so great that even confronted by his boss striding into his office, Pete just couldn't withdraw until his cock had ceased to pulse out its seed into the hot young vagina beneath him.

"Don't give me that crap, I heard it all, you raped the poor girl. Get off her, let her up. Are you okay, Stephanie?"

"No papa," like turning on a switch, she managed to start sobbing now, "I didn't want this, I was just having a few laughs with Mr. Murray. He took advantage of me, papa."

It had taken a while to dawn on Pete, but he now knew that he had been set up. Why, he didn't know and never really found out. He thought that she might have just done it because she could. Just testing the power of being a spoilt little rich kid.

Of course, he was bounced out the door almost before he could wipe his cock dry. Tom Collins told him that he wouldn't press charges, and he was paid all that he was entitled to. Later, Pete would wonder whether maybe Tom really knew what his granddaughter was like.

The hardest thing was for Pete to have to tell Sandy. She wondered why he turned up at home at 11 in the morning. "What's happened, Pete, why are you home in the middle of the day?"

"I just got sacked."

"My God, why, what have you done?"

"I ... err ... I..." he struggled to say the words, knowing that his marriage could now be over as quickly as his job. "You're not going to believe this, I'm not even sure I do, ... but I ... err, I got caught banging the chairman's granddaughter."

"What? Banging? You mean you had sex with her?"

Pete dropped his head, unable to look his wife in the eyes. "Yes, I think I was set up."

"Honey, whether you were or not, what were you thinking by having sex with another woman, am I not good enough for you?"

"Of course you are, Sandy, you're all I need. It's just that it was there, all in front of me, exposed, naked. I got sucked in, her hot 18-year-old pussy looked so inviting, so easy to have. She was begging me to do it to her, said it would be my birthday present to her."

"My God, you men are hopeless, always thinking with your cock. Why on earth can't you keep it in your pants? Come on, you better sit down and tell me the whole story."

You cannot say that Sandy took it well, because she didn't. She was furious at her husband after he related the whole sorry saga, but she told him that she would resist storming out of their marriage ... at least for now. She suggested that their marriage would be on probation for the next 12 months and if Pete so much as pointed his naked cock at another woman, they would be finished.

Pete even told her that he would totally understand if she felt the need to retaliate, to have another man. He said it was up to her if she wanted to, and that she didn't even have to tell him if she did. But Sandy told Pete that his infidelity was bad enough, she wouldn't compound their problems or ease his conscience by doing the same as he had done.

Chapter Two

Naturally, they had to leave town because the company was the major employer there. Pete was actually quite lucky though, he bounced back in no time and scored what promised to be an even better job. Amazingly, there were several similarities with his new job. Again, it was with a major corporation that was also family owned and was also based in a small town that the company dominated.

This time, the company chairman and family patriarch was Brian Hayes, a bit younger though, probably in his early fifties. Pete and Sandy had only been there for a few weeks when they got invited to a party at Brian Hayes' mansion just on the edge of town. Brian and his wife Penny were at the front door to greet all the guests as they arrived. Although almost a generation older than them, Sandy noted that the 50-plus Brian was quite a good-looking man and she was impressed at how enthusiastic he seemed to be about her Pete. Brian even told her that Pete had a great future with the company. All of that conversation was just inside the front door as they arrived. Pete and Sandy had a great time there, moving around, talking to others, most of whom worked for the company, and most seemed quite warm and welcoming to the newcomers in this town.

Sandy had drunk quite a bit through the evening and about 11pm she decided she better go pee - and soon. She headed off down the hall and tried the bathroom door. "Occupied!" a woman's voice trilled back at her from behind the closed door.

Sandy mumbled her frustration under her breath and began to pace around a bit outside the bathroom door, silently admonishing herself for not going earlier before her need had become urgent. She had left it until she was now busting to pee. She tapped on the door, "Are you going to be long? I need to go real soon," she told the person inside.

"I have a bit of a problem," the female voice told her back.

"Well, so do I," announced Sandy, wondering if 'a bit of a problem' for the woman behind the door meant that she was caught short with an unexpected period or maybe there was a couple behind that door. Perhaps even a pair who didn't come to the party with each other and were using the bathroom for an illicit quickie. Sandy smiled at her vivid imagination, amazed that her thoughts would go that way ... perhaps it was the alcohol.

Just as Sandy squeezed her pelvic muscles for the third time, attempting to stem the pressing pee, the hostess Penny Hayes came down the hallway. "Looks like you need to be on the other side of that door, my dear, can I help?"

"Oh God, is it that obvious?" said Sandy, her feet marking time on the spot, "I should have gone earlier, and now I'm busting."

"Come on, I can let you use the upstairs bathroom. It's normally off limits at our parties because it's amazing how some people leave a bathroom when they've done what they have to do, but I can see your need is great."

Sandy followed Penny to the stairs. Just as they reached the bottom step, they passed Penny's husband Brian, "I'm going to show Sandy here where the upstairs bathroom is, darling, she has an urgent need."

"Don't we all," said Brian and Sandy wondered at the strange look on his face. But more so, she was embarrassed that Penny had informed her husband of Sandy's pressing problem.

The two women climbed the stairs and Penny led the way to two impressive large doors at the end of the second floor hallway. She opened them up to what was obviously the master bedroom. Then, waving her hand off in the direction of another door in the corner of the large room, Penny said, "You can use our en-suite in through that door."

Politely thanking her hostess, Sandy darted across the bedroom to the door as directed and she heard Penny close the large doors behind her. Hiking her dress up around her hips, she slipped her hands into each side of her panties and slid them down around her knees. She perched daintily over the toilet seat and did what needed to be done. Sandy tore off some paper, wadded it and patted away any residue wetness from her vulva.


Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 01



As she stood and turned to drop the toilet paper into the bowl, Sandy heard the door handle behind her rattle. "Occupied!" she called out, just as the inhabitant of the downstairs toilet had done to her. Then with her dress still bunched around her hips, she bent forward, her hands reaching down to pull her panties back up into place.

"What a delectable sight," a male voice said from behind her, startling Sandy who didn't realise that the sound of the door handle was actually the sound of the bathroom door opening. In her haste to pee, she had not locked the door, in fact had not even properly closed it.

"Pardon me, but I said occupied," Sandy said angrily to the unidentified male who sounded close enough to be standing right behind her. Sandy was indignant that whoever it was would be audacious enough to come through the door after she had called out that it was occupied.

Anxious to again be fully clothed, she tried to tug her panties up, wondering why they wouldn't rise with her hands. Then looking down between her legs, she saw the man's shoe between her knees from behind, it was above her panties and as she pulled on them, wanting them up, the man's shoe held them where they hung -- around her knees.

"What do you think you're doing, do you mind?" she asked angrily, now turning her head around to see who it was, hoping that somehow it might be her Pete playing a joke on her. But as her eyes focussed on the man's face, she saw that it was definitely not Pete. She recognised her host Brian -- her husband's boss, the man who downstairs had looked at her strangely as he said "Don't we all" in response to his wife telling him that Sandy had an urgent need.

As the tall 50-plus man smiled at her, she felt his hands softly caressing the smooth rounded globes that were the cheeks of her arse. "What a great arse," he told her admiringly, "you know, nothing beats the smooth silky skin of a young woman's arse ... oh, what I could do with this."

His words made her nervous ... very nervous. Sandy wanted to berate this man for his offensive intrusion into her privacy, her space ... but on seeing who it was - that it was indeed Pete's boss - she determined to mellow her anger just a little. "Can you please let me make myself decent?"

"Decent is the last thing I want you to be, my dear. I would much prefer for you to be very indecent for me, can you be naughty for me ... very naughty?"

"Mr. Hayes, I don't think that's appropriate. Could you please remove your foot so that I can pull my panties up?"

"What's this Mr. Hayes nonsense? Please call me Brian," responded her host.

"Err, Brian, I don't feel comfortable with this ... can you please let me pull my panties up."

He ignored her request, bringing his foot down heavily on the roll of her panties and they tore from her hands and fell beneath his foot to the floor. His hands continued to softly fondle the smooth skin of her arse cheeks and Sandy stood, partially unclothed -- the bottom half of her dress still rolled around her waist, her back to the man, pondering her next move. What did he intend to do? Should her anger rise, should she demand that he leave her alone and get out of the bathroom? But even as she contemplated that move, she thought of what repercussions might come on Pete in his new job.

'Oh, why did I have so much to drink? I can't think straight,' thought Sandy.

Brian's hands gripped her shoulders and turned her around to face him. Somewhat intoxicated and suddenly chillingly nervous, she looked up into the powerful man's eyes. In spite her immediate fear and the huge age difference, she strangely thought again how handsome he looked. But then she forced herself to cast aside his appearance to face the threat that he now presented. What did he want of her, and more importantly, what could she deliver?

She stood there, fully clothed from the hips up, but bare and feeling vulnerable right where it mattered most. She was relieved that by turning her around, his hands had stopped what had been a far too pleasant fondling of the smooth skin of her arse. In her alcoholic haze, that had felt way too good to Sandy and she felt guilty that she had enjoyed the moment.

His eyes were probing, self consciously she sought to avoid his hypnotic gaze by dropping her eyes downward. She was shocked to be confronted by the sight of his hard cock, standing straight out from the fly opening in his trousers, the head a purple hue. "Oh my God no!" she said loudly, "what are you doing, what do you want?"

"I thought that would be obvious, my dear." His hands on her shoulders pulled her fiercely against his body, his mouth sought out hers and he kissed her strongly, his tongue forcing its way between her lips. She tried to resist opening her mouth, but his stiffened tongue was insistent. Her lips relented and his tongue slid into her mouth, immediately contacting her own, although she tried to retract it, hide it deep inside. Their tongues wrestled and a sensual wave of feelings washed through her, causing her legs to wobble, her knees shaking. His strong hands held her shoulders powerfully.

The kiss broke and although shaken by it, she was grateful that his hands held her firmly. Otherwise, she may have fallen. Not wanting to look again at that hard physical object of his lust that jutted from his trousers, she was forced to engage his eyes once more. "You are a beautiful young woman, Sandra. When I saw you at my door tonight, I determined that I would have you before midnight. You are my Cinderella."

"No I can't, I am married and I love my husband," she protested.

"That's wonderful, my dear, and so you should. But what I feel and what I want of you is not love. I simply want your beautiful body. It will be an act of lust, it will be powerful and I hope that you will enjoy it as much as me. But if you don't, then that's just bad luck, because I intend to have you now. I am a powerful man in this company, in this town, and I am accustomed to getting what I want."

She felt his hands leave her shoulders, then immediately she felt them gripping the backs of her thighs, one on each, high up just below the cheeks of her arse. Sandy felt herself lifted up in his powerful arms as he perched her arse back against the edge of the vanity. He moved closer, between her widely spread thighs, held apart by his firm hold on them. Instinctively, she threw her arms up and around his neck to avoid her upper body from toppling back onto the vanity, but hating the signal of possession that it sent to him.

She gasped as she felt the heat and rigidity of that hard cock she had briefly seen between them as it touched her open vulva. The solid mass of his manhood stroked its way through the spread of her soft inner lining, finding her moist, adding his own oozing pre-cum to her light wetness.

He stroked it several times, bringing a strong shudder from her every time it stroked high enough to swipe across her budding clitoral tip. "Please don't do this, I don't want you, I can't do this," she forced herself to say, feeling that she owed it to her husband to tell this to his new boss.

"I think you do, my dear. I can see the sexual hunger in your eyes."

Sandy was confused, filled with mixed emotions, anxious to protect the sanctity of her marriage, but strangely drawn to the danger of this situation. Was it the effect of the alcohol that made this man sinisterly attractive to her, or was there a thought of retribution to what Pete had so recently done to their marriage vows. She knew she shouldn't want this, but there was a part of her that seemed tempted to try it, to stop resisting and let him have his way. 'Oh, if only I was still sober,' she thought.

Through the haze of the alcohol, she appreciated that he hadn't entered her immediately. His hands had her so spread open that he could have, but she wouldn't have been ready and it may have hurt. In spite of this awkward position propped on the vanity, her body had responded quite quickly and she was now very wet. She knew that from the sloshing sound and the splendid feelings that were permeating through her lower body as his firm hard cock slid up and down that natural channel between her inner labia.

She had sometimes wondered how it would feel to have another man -- a stranger -- doing all the good things that her husband did to her. She thought that might be every woman's dark fantasy. Now she was beginning to know what it might feel like ... and so far that feeling was very good. It seemed like all the best times with Pete. But still, there was a conscience that tried to tell her she should resist more, to tell this man that she wasn't that sort of woman ... a woman who surrendered so meekly to a raw carnal approach. But deeper down, she was discovering that she was.

She felt him centring the hard knob of his cock -- she knew it was almost too late now - and then there it was, just the head pushing up into her. "Oh God yes!" escaped from her lips before she could take the words back and her arms tightened around his neck, hanging on, steeling her body for the inevitable first thrust that she knew was imminent. And then it came, the coarse hard strength of this man's firm erection thrusting upward into her open body, pushing in one long slow stroke, all the way, filling her with his power, his raw desire. How did he do that in this awkward position, her body perched precariously between the vanity and his cock?

She let out a long throaty moan from that incredible feeling of fullness as his cock totally filled her passage, her wet inner lining gripping the hard skin of him. 'I can feel the meaty skin ... oh my goodness, no!' she thought, suddenly recognising that she was unprotected. "You're not using a condom," she shrieked in his ear.

"I never do," he answered so very matter of factly as his cock slid backwards from her until only the head remained, her tight wet passage clinging to it wantonly, reluctant to let it go.

"But please, you must," she begged, "Pete and I are trying to have a baby, I've got no protection."

In reply, he thrust again, even harder and firmer than the first time and she grunted like a Russian tennis player hitting a volley. "Then there's a bonus, I can help to get you pregnant," he informed her.

"But I don't want your child, I want Pete's."

"It'll be okay!" he tried to reassure her, his whole being intent on one thing now, having this woman completely, all the way.

"No, it won't be, oh please, stop and put a condom on, I'm begging you."

He had settled into a pleasant rhythm that even she was enjoying. Inside, she saw that he was a man who always got what he wanted so she knew it was unlikely that he would do as she asked. She tried another angle, "Then please, I beg you, don't cum inside me ... can you pull out when you get close?"

"That's never the same, I can't do that, I'm in for the whole journey."

Even before she spoke, she expected her final plea would be futile, but she had to try, "Oh please, I beg you, I can't have someone else's child. If you won't wear a condom and you won't pull it, we're going to have to stop."

Brian Hayes just laughed like she had told a very funny joke, "Babe, this is too good, I'm not stopping for anything now."

He powered on, stopping her pleas by bending his face down to hers, kissing her passionately once more, attempting to stifle all resistance. Sandy kissed him back, realising that hers was a lost cause now. She just hoped that he might get some compassion before his cum bubbled out and filled her fertile parts, seeking out her potent eggs.

As the seconds turned into minutes and Brian Hayes' cock drove relentlessly into Sandy's accommodating vagina, her mind wandered over her predicament. How had she got into this position? Could it have been avoided? She never saw the danger until it was too late and he had her compromised. What part did Brian's wife Penny play in this? Did she set her up? Did she knowingly bring her to this bathroom and then tell her husband where to find Sandy? Could she avoid Pete finding out, and what would he say and do, if he did?

Sandy tried to follow those trains of thought, but she was struggling to concentrate. Her body was responding in a way that Sandy thought it should only do with Pete. Deep down inside her, she felt sensual pulsing. 'Oh my God, no,' she thought, 'I can't cum with him, I can't give him that satisfaction.' She attempted to get her mind back to how this situation had developed. But the waves of pleasure now building within her body were too strong.

As the intense feelings built more and more, she asked herself, 'What can it hurt if I give in to this now, if I let myself cum? Oh, I have come this far and it feels so good, I want it to happen.' And then with a power that was completely out of her control, it did happen. Lightning flashes went off in her head, the intense pulsing became a deep throbbing. Her whole body seemed to convulse, her arms around his neck gripped him so tightly, her thigh and pelvic muscles gripped his cock hard, trying to squash it within her. She experienced a mind-boggling orgasm.

It was so intense, and it seemed that it carried on far longer than any she could previously recall. There was even a moment of unconsciousness and then her head began to clear and she relished the feeling of this man inside her body, his cock throbbing and pulsing too ... spasming even. Her vagina was so sensitive deep inside that she could feel his bursts of cum filling her. When had that happened? Then the awakening, 'Oh my God, he's cum, he didn't pull out, he's cum inside me.'

Her hands grabbed his face, holding his cheeks, pushing his face out in front of hers, "My God, you've cum!" she screamed.

"Yes," he confirmed, a broad satisfied smile on his handsome face, "it was fabulous, I came with you and you were great."

"But I asked you not to, I asked you to pull out," she insisted plaintively.

"Yeah, like that was going to happen," he added sarcastically.

"But I told you how I could have a baby from this ... but I don't want yours ... I want my husband's baby."

"Nothing wrong with my sperm, babe. I've got three of my own, great kids, perfectly healthy, all grown up now."

"Oh my God, what am I going to do?"

"Better get young Pete to fuck you when you get home, then the dates will work out, he'll never know."

"But I will," she told him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Please, can you pull out now? Although it's probably too late already."

"Hang on, I'm not quite finished, just a couple more spurts. I want to make sure I'm done, don't want to drip any cum on the bathroom floor ... Penny gets so upset."

She felt those last two inside her like he was purposely trying to impregnate her. Then he bent his knees and she felt his dripping cock withdraw from her wet vagina. She was amazed at how firm his erection still was ... 'Not bad for a 50-plus man,' she managed to be impressed.

"Oh Sandra, that was great! You are a hot babe." He looked down at what remained of his erection, "Umm, there's enough there that I could almost go again. Tempting thought, but I better get back to my guests."

He settled her feet back down on the floor and she almost collapsed, such was the trembling in her shaky legs. She continued to prop her arse against the vanity, even still rested her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't suppose you'd like to suck my cock dry," he suggested, but the look she gave him told him that she wasn't even tempted. "No, never mind, it was just a thought. Look, I'll leave you to make yourself decent. Thanks for everything, I had a great time, and I could see you liked it too."

She didn't know what to say to him. She couldn't deny that she had become caught up in the moment and had enjoyed having him, and she knew that was obvious to him by how intense her orgasm had been. "I ... err ... I shouldn't have done this. You won't tell Pete, will you?"

"Of course not, it's just between you and I, Sandra ... oh, and my wife of course."

"My friends call me Sandy," she corrected him. "So your wife knows about what we've just done ... did she set me up?"

"Wasn't that obvious, her bringing you up here, and pausing to tell me at the bottom of the stairs?"

"Yes, I guess so, it just seems a strange thing for her to do, to help you to have sex with another woman."

"A younger woman, that's the key, Sandy. My wife is very understanding, I have made her a very rich woman. So to show her appreciation, she assists me when she observes that I am lusting after a much younger woman. She knows that it will not break up our marriage. I am a very horny guy, I have to have sex at least four or five times a week. If Penny helps to get me someone, that's one less time for her to lie on her back for me."

"How can you get it up that often? I mean -- I don't mean to be rude -- but at your age?"

"The wonderful discovery of Viagra, it helps me to stay up all night long. If I didn't have guests to be socialised with downstairs and your husband wasn't looking for you as he probably is now, I'd have my cock up your beautiful arse by now."

"I don't think you would, I don't do it that way."

"Well, there's a challenge for me, Sandy. I'll be in touch, I'd like to see you again, less hurried next time."

"I don't think so, it was wrong of me to do this, we should leave it at just this once."

"Say what you want, but I saw your reaction. I know you'll want it again. As I said, I'll call you."

"Please don't," she begged.

She watched as he tucked what was left of his erection back into his pants, then zipped up. He looked beyond her to check himself in the mirror behind her. Satisfied that his appearance was as it was before he had fucked her, he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and turned and left.

Sandy stood there for a minute or two, somewhat shell-shocked, stunned at what had just happened ... that another man had made love to her -- very well ... and that she had let him -- and enjoyed it. Then the terrible fear came again, 'What if he's just made me pregnant?'

She spun around to look at herself in the mirror. 'My God, what a sight,' she thought as she saw her make-up smudged, some of her hair wet with sweat, matted to her forehead, her dress still bunched up in a roll around her waist. She saw her pubic region, the labia lips wet, red and puffy from the exertion of their wild fuck. She saw the white of his cum leaking from her, some already running down her inner thigh. 'Oh God, I bet that's not all of it, there'll be much more still up inside me. There's probably some good swimmers amongst them. Oh, what should I do?'

With tissues and Penny's comb, she made herself look something like how she'd looked when she arrived at this party tonight. Then she went downstairs, sought out Penny and asked if she had a douche that she could use, alerting Brian's wife to her fear of having been impregnated. Penny did show more concern than her husband had and provided the necessary implement for Sandy to try to flush out the man's sperm, although Sandy knew that its effectiveness as a contraceptive was debatable.

She had now been gone from the party for something like 45 minutes. When she eventually found Pete, he seemed relieved, "Sandy, where have you been, I've been searching for you everywhere?"

She blushed, then hoped that her husband didn't read something into that reaction. "Darling, I ... I, err ... I had a bit too much to drink. I spent a bit of time in the bathroom," leaving him with the inference that she may have vomited. "Then I desperately needed some fresh air so I wandered in the garden."

"I had a look out there, I didn't see you."

"This house has big grounds, darling. I nearly got lost out there. It's okay, I'm here now."




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 01



"I was just worried about you, Sandy."

"I'm a big girl, Pete. Besides, what could happen to me here?"

"I don't know, a new town, new people ... we don't know them all that well yet. I thought perhaps someone here might have hit on you."

Sandy blushed again, "Goodness, why would you think that?"

"You're a good looking woman, Sandy, I'm guessing that at least half the guys at this party have been lusting after you. A couple have even inferred that much to me tonight."

"Really, who?" she asked, looking around to check out the guys in close proximity.

"You'll get no clues from me, honey, I don't want to put ideas in your head."

She tested his reaction, "Would you be upset, darling? You know, if I did ever do it with some other guy?" As soon as the words came out, she wanted to retract them. Still somewhat affected by the alcohol she had consumed this evening, she thought that she might have stupidly planted a seed in his mind.

"I wouldn't be too thrilled about it, Sandy, but you already know that you can have a free pass after what I did to screw up my last job ... although I didn't really want to bring that up again."

She tried to make light of it, "Wow, just one free pass, with all of these hunky guys here."

"Yes, just one free pass ... why, how many do you need?"

"Let's forget it darling, I'm just playing around."

They returned to mingling with the others at the party, although they only stayed for another hour. Sandy found herself angling her position so she could see Brian across the room as he mixed with his guests. She felt aroused again and was certain that her pussy was wet again -- or still - just from looking at him and recalling the unique power of the sex she had experienced with him.

Saying goodnight to their hosts was incident free. Guided by Brian's suggestion, she came on to Pete in the car driving home, leaning across to unzip him and giving him a teasing blow job, having him hard and erect when they pulled into their garage at home. They barely made it to their bedroom before he was inside his wife.

After the episode in the car, Pete didn't last long, but he at least deposited his cum into her. Sandy felt much better having his baby-making sperm swimming around inside her, hoping that his might achieve their aim this night. However, her failure to cum herself with Pete left her lying awake in bed, reflecting back on the powerful orgasm she had enjoyed with Brian. 'Enjoyed, oh dear, should I be using that word? After all, he did force himself on me. But that's what it was, I cannot deny that I did enjoy it.'

Chapter Three

The following week, Sandy had mixed emotions. She found herself thinking a lot about her wild sex with Brian in his bathroom ... and more so about his threat to call her again for more. 'What am I going to do about that, how should I react?' she found herself regularly contemplating each day. Whenever the phone rang, she had an immediate thought that it may be Brian calling to arrange another meeting.

By Thursday, she had turned that anticipation into almost regret that he hadn't called. He had seemed so determined that she had expected it, although she still had no idea what she would do or say if he called her. Or worse still, what would she do if he just turned up at the front door?

On Friday, her period arrived, much to her relief. While she was so eager for she and Pete to start a family, she had feared the possibility that Brian may have impregnated her instead.

On Friday night, she couldn't help herself. Her curiosity that Brian hadn't followed up caused her to ask her husband when he got home, "Darling, did you thank Brian for our invite to the party last weekend?" Sandy didn't really care much whether he had or not, she just had to know if Brian had maybe been out of town. She got the answer she wanted.

"I sent him an email, honey, but I haven't seen him. He and Penny flew to Hawaii on Sunday, I think he's back on Monday."

Nothing more was said, but Sandy found herself bouncing out of bed early on Monday morning, convinced that Brian would either call or just show up at the door once he was back in town. She was sure that he had enjoyed her body that much that he would want a repeat with her. By now, after reviewing her feelings all week, she had convinced herself that she would let him have her just once more.

The hours went by without any contact and disappointment overcame Sandy that she hadn't heard from Brian, although she had hoped that he wouldn't just drop in unannounced because she still had her period that was only in the fourth day.

She was watching Dr. Phil on TV about 2.00 when the phone rang. She had so given up on hearing from Brian today that on recognising his voice on the end of the line, her heart jumped and she felt a little tremor in her dormant clitoris.

"Hello beautiful Sandy, how are you this afternoon?" His rich voice had an allure that matched his handsome mature face.

She brightened immediately, "Oh Brian, I'm great, how are you? I believe you've been in Hawaii?"

"You've been checking up on me, have you?" he teased, "Yes, Penny and I got away for a week. That was a bit of a nuisance, because I had wanted to follow up with you right after the weekend. I couldn't have you think that I didn't want you again. On the contrary, you will recall that I insisted that we should get our hot bodies together again."

'Wow!' Sandy thought, 'he doesn't waste any words on useless banter, does he? Just straight to the point ... should I play hard to get?'

She tried that, "Yes, I recall you making that suggestion, but I don't know if I should. I love my husband very much and I certainly don't want to stuff up my marriage, it could be a huge risk. And for what, just some momentary pleasure." She hoped that she hadn't overplayed her hand as she paused, eager to hear his reaction to her playing hard to get.

"I think that's unfair my dear, downgrading what we had as momentary pleasure. I can recall how you looked and felt while I was doing you. I can assure you that the pleasure I saw in your eyes was a lot more than momentary. Even Penny told me that when you asked her for the douche shortly afterward, she thought that you looked like a woman that had just had her greatest fuck ever. Speaking of that, how did the douche go?"

Sandy paused, unable to get past his description of 'doing you' ... she wished he hadn't used those words. She knew that there wasn't romance between them, but she would have preferred some sensitivity from him. On the other hand, she did appreciate him checking on the possibility of her having conceived from him.

"I'm fine," she reassured him, "I got my period on Friday," finding it strange to be telling a man she hardly knew about the very personal aspects of her body.

"What a pity," he answered, surprising her, "I would have liked to bring another child into this world, even if he couldn't call me daddy."

"Well, that's not going to happen ... at least not with you."

"So my dear, to the more pressing matter at hand. When can I see you? I told you that I must have you again. I am even half erect now just from talking to you, so what about I come over right away?"

"No, no, not now," she blurted out before realising that her addition of one simple word now had terminated any debate as to whether she would let him have her again. If he picked up on it, then it was now a given ... she had inferred that she was willing to get together, just not today. "I've still got my period."

"That sort of thing has never phased me, Sandy, just have a big towel handy."

"No, no, I don't like doing it while I've got that." All pretence gone, she offered, "Err, I'm guessing that it will be gone by tomorrow, so how's Wednesday?"

"I normally play golf, but I would drop that this week if I got a chance to have you again. That's how much I think of you ... you are that special, Sandy. What time do you want me to drop around?"

"Pete leaves for work about 7.30, so anytime after 8, I guess. Is that too early for you?" She felt a sudden pang of guilt, 'Good God, 8am was so early, am I too eager?' she pondered as she conspired with this man to wantonly cheat on her husband.

"No, that sounds great, I'll have a Viagra about 7 and I should be able to stay hard all day for you. Make sure you keep the whole day aside for me, sweetheart."

As Brian confirmed that she would be having sex with him again, she felt that tremor once more behind her clitoris and even dropped her hand down to press on her pubic region, causing another little tremor. In all her daydreams about doing this again with Brian, she had imagined that he would drop by for maybe an hour and they might have another frantic bout of sex like the other night at the party. But because she had proposed such an early time, she was suddenly looking at him being with her -- in her bed -- all day. How many times would they do it? Her mind slipped into overdrive, imagining how it will be.

Chapter Four

Sandy managed to avoid making love with Pete on Tuesday night, wanting to be fresh and a little horny for it when Brian arrived next morning. Turns out that she would be more than ready -- for sure - because having not had sex during her period, meant that she hadn't had it for almost a week. With Pete and her trying to have a baby, that was her longest abstention for months. After Pete left for work on Wednesday morning, she even got one of her sex toys out and ran it up and down between her labia lips, just to open them up a bit and make her wet. But she turned it off and put it away before her arousal reached a peak that she couldn't deny. Having gone down this path to fornication, she wanted all orgasms to be real - with Brian.

She had a quick shower and applied her best perfume to all the good bits where she expected Brian might have his face this day. Then, she rummaged around in her dresser drawer for her sexiest lingerie. She resisted the crotch-less panties as being too tacky, and instead put on a thong. She didn't wear them often because she felt they irritated her anal ring when she walked, but she guessed that she wouldn't be walking much today. Wickedly, she felt that the thong would highlight her arse ... Brian had already commented on it, and even her fear of his suggestion about taking her in the arse didn't deter her from highlighting one of her best features.

A completely diaphanous nightgown in pastel blue -- the one that she had worn for Pete on their wedding night -- completed the ensemble for her day of adultery. She had decided to go bra-less because she had none that she considered sexy enough. She figured that her breasts were still perky enough to stand up and push out her nightgown in the right way. The gown was so see-through that Brian could admire her breasts as much as he might ogle her arse.

She was ready just in time as she heard the doorbell. She checked the bedside clock at 7.59 ... right on time, he must be eager. She peeped out through the curtains in the front room. There was no car in sight and she appreciated that he was being discreet. Looking to her right through the window, she could see him standing on her front doorstep, holding a bottle of champagne.

She went to the door and shamelessly flung it open, standing there in all her glory. He stood there for a moment, admiring the sight presented to him. "Wow" he enthused, "it's my lucky day."

"And mine too, I hope," she responded, having dropped any pretence of reticence on her part. She reached out to take his arm and pull him inside so that she could close the door and shut out any prying neighbours from the sin that she was about to commit within her marital home.

Brian was immaculately dressed in fawn slacks, an open neck striped casual shirt with a brown jacket and matching shoes, probably his normal attire for going to golf that he had given up for her this day. Not a hair was out of place and she was again drawn to how handsome he was and how distinguished looking for a man of 50-plus.

"You look a million dollars," he told her, "you're not going to convince me that you just got out of bed looking like that?"

She laughed an infectious giggle, "No silly, I had a shower after Pete left, had to make myself nice and fresh for you."

"I'm glad you did."

"You scrub up pretty well yourself," she added.

"For an old guy?"

"I didn't say that," she corrected him.

"Do you want to open this now, or will I put it down so I can sweep you into my arms?"

She reached out and took the bottle from him, placing it on a table near the door, "I'm quite nervous about having you come her like this, so I really need you to sweep me into your arms, give me some confidence that I am doing the right thing."

He did, folding his arms around her as he pulled her warm, soft and pliant body up against his, hands quickly roaming over the soft silky material of her gown. His face came to hers and he kissed her, but she was surprised that it was without the frenetic stormy passion of the night at the party where he had needed to assert his authority quickly before she could say no. This time, his lips just brushed hers and he was content initially to kiss her closed mouth, raising her arousal slowly.

Subconsciously, she pressed her pubis forward, wanting to feel the heat of his groin through the thin folds of her gown. When he felt her do that, his own hands dropped to cup the cheeks of her arse and pulled her in tightly against him.

They must have kissed chastely and demurely for a long minute or two before Brian's lips at last pressed hers to part. She recognised the signal and eagerly let her lips part to feel his tongue interact with hers. One of his hands came up to hold her head steady while their mouths twisted with passion and their tongues fought out an intense battle of heat.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he eventually told her when their lips parted long enough for them to draw a deep breath. They were still standing just inside the front door.

"I'm not really," she said modestly, "but thank you for the compliment, the feelings mutual. But please, I better confess now. Inside, I am a bundle of nerves, more so than I expected I would be when we arranged this. This is so out of character for me, I've never done anything like this before and I'm very apprehensive. I mean, not just because I am about to cheat on Pete, but also I do want to be good for you -- you know, in bed, at sex - and I don't know that I can be as good as you are expecting. I mean, I guess you've had heaps of women, and I'll bet they were all a lot more experienced than me. I want to please you, but I am so nervous."

"Please don't think that way, my dear. We are just two people -- a man and a woman -- and good fortune has brought us together. Employing your husband turned out to be the smartest thing I could have done. You and I are here now in the privacy of your home with an uninterrupted day ahead of us. We both have rampant desires to fuck each other, hopefully all day. I want to have you in every way imaginable and I hope that I can bring you the pleasure you deserve."

"Oh, I'm sure you can, if the other night in your bathroom is anything to go by. But that's just it, you said every way imaginable and that's what scares me. I don't have a lot of experience in doing some sexual things and I don't want to disappoint you if I have to say no to certain things."

"Are you talking about having me up your arse?"

"Yes, well there's that for a start, I've never done that, never wanted to. But I'm scared there might be other things you want me to do. I don't know what they would be, I've had a very sheltered life where sex is concerned."

"Don't panic just yet ... we can see about all that as the day goes on. Maybe I can talk you through your inhibitions. Just believe that I won't hurt you, whatever we do."

It did frighten Sandy that Brian still appeared determined to have her do some things that she might not like. Anal sex was what she feared the most after his comment that first night, but maybe there were other things too, fetishes that she didn't know about. Over the years, Pete had told her about spanking and nipple clamps and something called fisting and all sorts of wet games that sounded like they could get messy.

Brian let her go so he could reach over and pick up the champagne bottle that he had brought with him, "So Sandy my girl, how about we go and open this. If you're feeling a bit nervous, a glass of bubbly might be just the thing to calm you down."



"At 8 o'clock in the morning ... oh, should we?"

"Why not? Come on, lead me to the bar, let's get this bottle open."

Sandy's nerves had seemed to increase, rather than diminish, from just standing there in her front room while Brian kissed and fondled her. She would rather have him kissing her in a more relaxed state on her back in bed. She recalled the awkwardness of that first torrid fuck -- her only time with this man - on the night of the party where they stood up through the whole copulation despite the huge bed that was available in the next room. She hoped that he would be content to lie down with her and have her in her own bed where she was most comfortable having sex, albeit not with the man that she normally shared it with.

She was relieved to be able to do something positive with her hands and she took the bottle to the bar and retrieved some appropriate glasses. Brian took the bottle back and proceeded to pop the cork without spilling a drop. 'How many times has he gone through this seduction technique to get a woman to part her legs for him?' she pondered. 'What a slut I am, he doesn't need to ply me with champagne to do it with me, I am here shamelessly to let him fuck me anyway.'

They stood alongside Pete's bar and sipped their champagne. Sandy was relieved to feel the bubbly wine slide down her throat, gulping the first glass down.

"Easy Sandy, this event's a marathon, not a sprint. I need you to be awake all day."

She ached for him to sweep her up in his arms and take her to her bed. She was sure some furious action like the other night would quell her nerves and fears. But she couldn't be the one to move them to the bedroom; they must work at his pace. At last, he put his glass down and removed his jacket, "I've got some catching up to do in the clothes department," he told her as he bent over to remove his shoes.

"Oh dear, you make me feel embarrassed, I am flaunting it a bit, aren't I? I guess I should have at least started with some normal clothes, and then have you get me down to this."

"Are you kidding me? You're perfect just the way you are ... you look a million bucks and I am standing here captivated by the sight of your wonderful breasts through your gown. It was all so quick the other night that I never got to see them, I was in such a hurry to have you before you could say no." Having removed his shoes, he straightened and reached out, running his fingers over one globe through the flimsy fabric of her gown. His gentle touch was like an electric spark and the nipple stiffened in seconds.

"Ooh!" she gasped as he did the same on the other side, "that's nice!"

"I want to devour those." He took up his glass and sipped some more while Sandy wished she had been more circumspect in her drinking. "Spin around, let me see the rest of you," he commanded and she complied, turning on the spot, her filmy gown spiralling out around her turning body.

Completing a full circle, she stopped to face him once more, "No, one more half-turn," he said and Sandy felt self-conscious as she half turned again to present her back -- and of course her arse -- to him. With him now behind her, she couldn't see him and she wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking as his eyes obviously scanned her back and arse through the gown. He could see her smooth shoulders, then the gentle curve inward down to her narrow waist, only to flare out again to two prominent and almost perfectly sized cheeks.




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 01



She flinched when she felt his two hands lightly fondling the smooth cheeks of her arse through the folds of her night gown. She peeped back over her shoulder and was surprised to see him down on his knees, staring at her arse at eye level as his hands tenderly stroked the cheeks. "Perfect, that's a near perfect arse," she heard him say admiringly.

"I hardly think so," she said, feeling the need to say something modest to alleviate the nerves that were back under his intimate inspection of her body. She reached for the bottle of bubbly and poured another glass while his fingers lightly fondled her cheeks.

"Oh my God, you have to let me have this arse today," he said determinedly and she trembled with the apprehension that it seemed to be his priority. At only their second meeting, she had already formed the impression that he was a man who would ensure that he would always get his way.

"If that's all you want of me, maybe this was a bad idea. Perhaps you better go," she tried to say it like she meant it, but they both knew that she would be mortified if he turned and walked out the door. She wanted this man desperately, she couldn't directly say why because she loved her husband. She knew that rationally she should stop it all before it got out of hand, but since that party at Brian's house, this had become the prospect of an adventure for her. And she expected even before today had played out, that she wouldn't -- couldn't - say no to him if he wanted another day with her.

He rose to his feet and closed in behind her, hugging her near naked body back against him, his hands folding around her with one cupping a breast while the other caressed her flat tummy through the diaphanous gown. Pushing the hand flat against her tummy, he said, "We might have another try at putting a baby in here. Every woman should have one."

"No way, with all due respect, I don't want one from you," she protested, "I feel like I dodged a bullet last time, I bought some condoms for you to use this time."

"Yeah, right!" was his flippant response.

"No, really Brian, I insist that you wear a condom today, I have to have protection."

Her lover failed to acknowledge her request, she gave up pushing him for now, but she resolved that she would need to be firm when he began to enter her.

"Can I show you my bedroom now?" she asked, eager to be lying down with him, to feel him inside her the way he had filled her on the night of the party. She hoped that she didn't sound too forward after the words came out.

"Sounds like a great idea, that's where I want to be," he confirmed.

She stepped out of his grasp and trailed a hand that took one of his and she led him toward her bedroom and the king size bed that she shared with Pete. Today, there would be a new male, a different male in that bed with her, doing the things that only Pete had normally done with her ... and, she conceded to herself, maybe new things too that she and Pete had never done before.

Sandy had left her bedroom darkened with blinds drawn, blocking out the reality of daylight and what she was about to do to her marriage in that room. Low illumination bedside lamps lit the room in a subdued fashion. She led him all the way to the side of the bed before she turned, and without hesitation, reached up to take a hold of his shirt, unbuttoning and removing it. His chest was smooth and hairless, not quite a six-pack -- he was obviously a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, including good food. Still, he wasn't overweight and she liked the power and strength in his body. He had demonstrated that strength that night at the party when he held her whole body upright while his cock pounded her insides.

Boldly, her hands moved down to his belt buckle and she unclasped that and the top button of his trousers. In a moment more, they were gone, a pool at his feet. She peeped down to check that his boxers were healthily tented already ... she used her fingers to boldly stroke the outline of that half erection over the material of his underwear.

Brian stood before her in boxers and socks -- nothing else. "Now we're even," she told him accompanied by that wonderful infectious giggle that came partly from her continuing nervousness. She amazed herself that she had taken the lead in undressing her lover.

She had never felt more watched in preparing to have sex. She wondered how she could smoothly move from where she stood in front of him to lying on the bed naked without it appearing awkward. But Brian took away that decision by slipping his hands into the waistband of his boxers and dropping them so that he was now naked in front of her.

Sandy wondered if she should reach out and fondle his cock and balls, or even whether he might expect her to drop to her knees and suck him. She had given blow jobs to Pete from time to time, but she wasn't a great fan of placing the instrument that a man pissed through in her mouth. That was just part of her prudish upbringing.

Before she was forced to make that decision, Brian stepped past her and reached out to pull back the covers, getting onto the bed himself, lying back, half turned to face her. Now there was even more attention on how she made that final move to the bed. She made as if to climb on after him, but he held up a hand to stop her, "Take off your night gown first."

She felt self-conscious as she stood beside the bed, her body illuminated from the two bedside lamps, bright on one side and in shadow on the other. She took a hold of her gown at the hips and lifted it up over her head in one fluid motion, casually tossing it away on the floor, hoping that he liked what he now saw.

She was completely naked except for the tiny covering of the thong -- a slip of material that barely covered her vulva in front and only a thin strand of material in back that was hidden in part by her butt cheeks. Her naked breasts stood out perky and natural, not yet having dropped from the suckling of a baby.

"You are truly a vision" he told her and she blushed at his praise. "But turn around one more time before you get into bed."

Sandy hesitated, knowing that by turning, he would be able to ogle her arse again and she still feared the consequences of that. 'When will he demand anal sex of me, will he want that first up? Surely we could do something normal to start,' she thought as she turned just as he asked and found herself looking back at the door through which they had come.

"Wonderful, you have the best arse I've ever seen ... and I can tell you I've seen a few in my time."

She made as if to turn around again, believing that he had got his eyeful of her bottom by now. "No, stay there, just as you are, feet apart slightly ... now bend over from the waist, touch your toes."

Sandy wasn't happy at putting her arse on such display, exposing so much of herself to him. She did as he asked and bent forward, knowing that the cheeks of her arse would be stretched. 'Thank goodness for the thong,' she thought, aware that the thin strip of material would be all that hid her tiny anal ring and vulva from his view.

"Take it off," he demanded.

Her only remaining item of clothing was the thong so she knew that he was referring to that. Her apprehension at exposing that most intimate part of her was now real. She hesitated.

"I said take it off," he sounded firm and impatient.

Her fingers went to the tiny string-like strip around her waist and began to lower it, so aware that she was exposing her tiny anal ring to him, a place that she knew he was eager to penetrate some time this day.

The thin strip of material held within the crack of her arse for a moment like it was stuck to her anal ring. But then as she tugged more firmly, pulling the thin strand down from her hips, the tight hold of the garment against her most intimate treasures peeled away and fell to momentarily bind her ankles. Sandy heard a loud appreciative gasp from the man on the bed behind her. She slowly rose without asking from her bent over position and daintily stepped out of the thong, leaving her completely nude for her lover's gaze.

"Come to me now," he said and with relief, she turned back to face him and placed a knee on the bed and crawled across the sheet to join him, fitting her naked body to his.

"I am pleased that you have let me into your marriage bed, some women don't, they feel uneasy, like its sacrosanct and they banish me to the guest room. But you, you're classy."

She wondered if she really was. He had awakened a new concern for her, was this gesture of having Brian take her in the bed that she shared with Pete compounding the cheating that she was about to inflict on her husband? Would this make it worse?



Brian was immediately kissing her once more, his tongue claiming hers in a passionate melding of their open mouths while his free hand caressed the smooth skin of her youthful body, dipping between her thighs. When he had aroused her to a feverish high with his lips and tongue, he transferred them down to her breasts, in turn taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking them to hardened peaks.

She could only moan continuously as his mouth brought fresh pleasures to her and just when she thought that she would have to beg if he didn't put his cock inside her body soon, he instead licked and sucked his way down over her tummy to her trembling pubis.

For some reason, she hadn't expected oral from him, but when his tongue searched out her budding clitoris, she wantonly spread her legs and fell onto her back, sending a signal for him to smother his face in her vulva. After their first encounter, she expected that he would be good and he was, time after time bringing her body up almost to the point of orgasm and then maddeningly dropping the intensity so that the peak of her desire ebbed away.

Sandy was going mad with denied satisfaction. Eventually she thrust her fingers through his hair, firmly taking hold of the top of his head and mashing it into her private parts so hard that his tongue and lips had no option but to bring her to the peak her body was so desperately demanding.

Her hips humped up and down off the bed while incoherent loud gasps and sighs came from her mouth as the powerful orgasm flowed through her in waves of intense pleasure. His face withdrew from between her upper thighs from where he had watched her orgasmic convulsions with a satisfied grin. She opened her eyes to see his body stretched out above hers, his face now hovering over hers and she felt the hard knob of his cock slice wetly between the lips of her inner labia.

"Those condoms are on the bedside table," she managed to tell him breathlessly, even as her naked body strained upward, seeking the coupling she now so strongly desired.

"Yeah, good!" he muttered and she naively assumed that he was acknowledging her request to use them. But he would not deny her needs a moment longer, lodging the head of his cock at the opening of her vagina and thrusting forcefully into her. She was so wet and eagerly ready that his erection plundered halfway up inside her passage in one long slow fluid motion. She emitted a loud grunt as his powerful entry took her breath away.

She looked up into his eyes, passion in hers as she felt the strength of his erection. Remarkably, in spite of the aroused emotion sweeping through her, she managed to think to say, "You didn't, did you?"

"Didn't what?" Brian answered, looking deeply down into her eyes as he thrust his hips forward, implanting all of his rigid length within her succulent passage.

"You still didn't put a condom on ... Brian, I asked you. I can't afford to take that risk again."

"And I told you before I don't use them," he responded firmly, pulling back, his hard cock retreating from her vagina.

Sandy wrestled with what more she could say. He was beyond reason, emphatic that he wouldn't wear a condom. What could she do? Should she force him off her, tell him to go back to work or off to his golf if he wouldn't accommodate her demand for him to wear a condom?

Deep down, she knew that her request was futile. He wasn't about to help protect her by wearing a condom - that was obvious. Having waited nearly two weeks for this exciting moment, she was in a very difficult position to make such an important possibly life-changing decision. Lying beneath him, Sandy attempted to make the mental calculation of her cycle, trying to convince herself that all would be okay -- that she would not be fertile this soon after her period.

While she wrestled with what to do with his stubborn refusal, Brian pushed that firm solid core all the way back up inside her, filling her with delirious sensations, then pulled back slowly on it once more.

Without conceding in words, Sandy reluctantly relented and tightened her hold on his strong shoulders, hooking her heels behind his arse, preventing his complete withdrawal, ensuring his cock-head would hold within even after the shaft left her. She dug her heels into his arse, signalling what she wanted to him, forcing him to drive his bare uncovered potent cock into her again.

Brian had won this battle as he expected he would, his body kicked into action, his own yet unfulfilled arousal demanding that he seek its own pleasure as soon as possible. He quickly worked into a rhythm of hard powerful thrusts that Sandy found equally enjoyable, although she personally now accepted that it was his turn for climactic pleasure. Yet, as his thrusts continued rhythmically and his release did not appear to be imminent, she soon realised that the angle of his deeply probing thrusts was once more arousing her own pleasure.

'Dare I hope,' she thought as she began to hump her body back up at Brian, attempting to intensify the pleasure he was already giving her with his powerful fucking motion. Now believing that another orgasm was entirely possible, even probable, she implored him, "Please wait for me," as she felt the first signs of another one coming.

"How long?" he asked anxiously, panting breathlessly from his exertions, indicating to her that maybe he was closer than his face revealed.

Her heavy breathing was now coming in staccato gasps, "Not long ... oh God yes, I'm getting closer ... oh, I'm nearly there ... oh my God ... this is too much!"

"Let it go, babe ... give me everything!"

"Ahhhhhh," she screamed in his ear, "Oh yes ... yes! Oh now, I'm cumming now! Cum with me!"

He watched her face, he felt her pelvic muscles gripping his cock and he heard her moans as another powerful orgasm swept through her body. He pushed hard two or three times more, mentally allowing his body to soak up the pleasure that the silky lining of her tight passage painted on the skin of his pulsing cock. And then he was cumming too, spasms of his life-creating cum spewing from the tip and spurting toward her uterus and maybe eventually her waiting eggs.

Their juices blended, their bodies humped together, pools of sweat from their energetic movements mingled and joined just as these two bodies had joined in a traditional ritual of sex and lovemaking.

Still connected so intimately by his Viagra-assisted cock inside her clutching vagina, Brian rolled her over so that they were on their sides, facing each other, thereby lessening the weight of him on her.

"You're even better in bed," he told her as his breathing steadied.

"I was hoping that you wouldn't want to do it standing up again," she responded with a giggle.

"Didn't you like that the other night?"

"Oh yes, don't get me wrong, it was exciting. In fact, it was probably because it was so exciting having you so demanding, taking me like that that made me want you again." She paused, looking into his eyes warmly, "although you still could have asked."

"What do you mean?"

"You could have asked me to have sex with you the other night, instead of taking advantage of me while I was using the toilet."

"I didn't hear you call rape."

"No, but I could have, you did force yourself on me."

"I'm guessing that you didn't object because you needed it so badly. Doesn't Pete look after you?"

She felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of her husband's name while Brian's cock was still inside her body, "That's just the thing, he does. Oh my God, we have a great sex life, so I just can't understand why I wanted you this way."

"Did you make a decision to do this to help his career?"

"Err, no ... that is, I don't think so. I mean, when you came onto me in the bathroom at your party ... well, I had had a bit too much to drink so I wasn't thinking straight. I must admit that my first thought was that there could be repercussions for Pete if I knocked you back or screamed out for help."

"I have to be honest with you, my girl. There have been occasions in the past where I have promoted a guy in my company because his wife was putting out for me."

"What a life you seem to have ... to most, what appears to be a stable happy marriage, but fucking almost any woman you want."

"And the woman I want right now is you," he said, his hand cupping an arse cheek and pulling her tighter against him while he thrust his still half erect cock once more inside her.

"Ooh, you're still big," she exclaimed, enjoying that he was still inside her, "you did cum, didn't you?"

"Yes I did, but this is where the Viagra comes in handy. While ever I remain sexually stimulated, it won't go down, even after I've cum."

"My God, is it going to stay up all day?"

"Only if I'm thinking about sex or you're turning me on. Anytime that I am aroused, the Viagra will harden it and keep it hard."

He began to thrust himself into her again and it hardened. She lifted the leg that was wrapped over his thigh up higher on his body. This had the effect of separating her arse cheeks wider and Brian took advantage, quickly slipping his middle finger up against the tiny ring of her anal opening. He had wet his finger by drawing their combined juices up from where their bodies were joined. Her "Ummm!" from the pleasure of the resumption of his cock strokes inside her suddenly became an "Oooh!" as she felt his wet fingertip firmly press at her anal opening. She tensed!

"Shush, just relax, I won't hurt you," he assured as his finger pushed at her tiny anus, putting pressure on her tight sphincter. To Brian's relief, she was not resisting -- not yet, seeming to be accepting of what he was doing ... so far. He felt his fingertip slip through the tight barrier as she relaxed as he had told her and it sank inside her anus up to the first knuckle.

"Oh!" she gasped, "what are you doing there?"

"It's okay, just preparing you."

"For what?"

"So I can come into your arse."

"I'm still not sure about us doing that."

"I am, I'm so ready to have you there, you have to let me, it'll be good, you'll see, you'll like it."

"I don't know," she said, wriggling her arse around nervously as his finger pushed deeper inside her anus, getting it to the second knuckle.

"See, it doesn't hurt," he told her.

"But that's only your finger."

Sandy felt her anal ring stretching further, "What's that?" she asked in a panicky voice, uneasy about his new exploration.

"Another finger," he told her calmly, his voice trying to convey a mild, relaxed demeanour to ease her anxiety.

"Have you put two fingers inside me?"

"Yes, and see, it still doesn't hurt. Two fingers is getting close to the size of my cock."

"I think you're a bit wider than two fingers," she said, continuing to squirm around on the bed as Brian worked his wet fingers around inside her arse.

"Oh, maybe just a bit, but you're taking this alright. You're gonna be good, I can tell. You're gonna love this. Look, let's do it now."

"No, can we wait awhile ... please?"

"Sandy, we can wait all day if you really want, but your first time is not going to get any easier for you. I'd say that you best try it while we're both feeling so good after our first fuck."




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 01



"But I don't want to lose this lovely floaty feeling I have. I just know it's going to be painful."

His fingers plopped from her anus and he used his hand to hold her hips steady while he pulled his still hard cock from out of her vagina. He rolled her onto her stomach.

"No, not yet," she pleaded, her voice anxious and trembling.

"Yes babe, I want you right now, in your arse, no excuses. You'll love it ... I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"But it's not natural."

"It is you know, over 30% of couples now do anal ... you and Pete have become the odd ones out."

Brian had moved to straddle Sandy, a knee either side of her waist, she felt his wet cock, still feeling large, resting in the indentation of her arse cleavage.

"Oh please don't, I really don't want to..."

"Do I have to offer Pete a promotion to get you to do it?"

She half turned her head around, trying to look up at him, needing to see if he looked to be serious, "Would you do that? Do you want to do this with me so badly that you'd do that?"

"Yes I do, I've told you that you've got the perfect arse. It was made to have my cock slide up inside it. Now if that's what it will take to get you do it, then so be it. I have to have you there now, but I don't want to force you."

"Okay!" she said in such a whisper that Brian wasn't sure if he had heard her correctly.

"Was that an okay?"

"Yes ... damn you, yes! Go ahead and do it, get it over with," she screamed, louder this time.

Brian left her, getting up off the bed to go to his trousers and take out a tube of KY gel. He squeezed the tube and liberally spread it on his cock, already wet from their combined juices. Then he climbed back on the bed, kneeling over Sandy once more. He placed his hands on her hips and raised her body up onto her hands and knees, causing the bend of her arse to stretch her cheeks wide apart, lewdly exposing her anal ring. His fingers lubed her up, once more pushing two fingers inside her to lube the inside of her anus too.

Then he positioned the knob of his now fully erect cock up against her anal ring. She jumped in apprehension and he placed a soothing hand on her back and caressed her gently, saying "You'll be okay, I've told you over and over that I won't hurt you." His voice was calm.

Sandy felt the pressure at her arse as Brian pushed his cock head forward, obviously so much thicker than her tiny opening ... her sphincter held firm against his invasion. "Oh God no!" she muttered, "stop!."

"Easy Sandy, just relax, let your whole body relax, and when I push, try not to react, not to stiffen your body. Actually, use your muscles to push downward like you're taking a shit. It will be so much easier for you."

She felt the pressure again at her arse and she tried to do as he asked. She pushed down with her bowel muscles. To her surprise, she felt her anal opening stretching, filled by the whole head of his cock. "Oh my God, is it in?" she sounded quite excited.

"Not quite, not all of it," he answered, "but you're doing well, you've taken the head."

"Only the head," she sounded disappointed.

"That's the hardest bit," he attempted to reassure her, "it's all downhill from here."

Sandy felt his hands grip her hips tighter, then his cock sliding very gradually into her arse, bringing a huge feeling of fullness in her rectum. When it began to feel like she couldn't accept any more, she asked, "Oh God, is that all of it now?"

"Almost," he told her, "steady now, just one more little push and you'll have all of me up inside you."

He had entered her so gradually and with care that she was surprised that it wasn't as bad as she had anticipated, certainly nowhere near the intense pain she had expected ... up to this point. He made one more final thrust and now she felt uncomfortably stuffed. "What a great girl, you've taken it all. Feels great from this side, how are you doing?"

"A bit full back there, more so than in normal sex, but I'm okay so far."

"See, not as bad as you thought, eh?"

"Well, I'm not enjoying it as much as doing it the normal way, but I have to admit that so far it's better than I thought it would be."

She felt him withdrawing until only the head of his cock remained captured by her tight anal sphincter, then the hands were back at her hips and he drove back inside her slowly in one long fluid motion. "Unnggghhh!" she grunted as he seated the tip all the way inside her rectum.

"Shit, that's so good!" he exclaimed, "I knew it'd feel good to be up there inside your arse. You've got such a great one. It would be a waste to not have it filled by a man's cock."

He began a rhythm, withdrawing until the length of him had almost left her arse, then plunging it all the way back up inside her. He moved one hand from her hip and it folded around underneath her body, his fingers finding her bulging clitoris and diddling it.

"Oh my God, that'll help," she enthused, wriggling her lower body in her kneeling position to give him better access to her clit.

The pattern now was the rhythm of his hard driving thrusts deep up through her anus into her rectum while his fingers played expertly with her clit. Sandy's breathing became heavy and ragged. In spite of the discomfort of the over-full feeling deep in her arse when he reached capacity on each thrust, her pelvic region was responding with tell-tale pulses that indicated heightened pleasure was coming. Her loud appreciative gasps confirmed it.

Sandy's newly discovered enthusiasm for having her arse reamed by Brian's hard driving thrusts turned him on. The grip of the tight O of her anal ring around his sensitive cock-head now was promising an expectation that he might actually cum again. He thrust harder and firmer into her while his fingers rolled over and around her stiffened clitoris.

Sandy had never expected that she would orgasm while having anal sex. But she came violently, her lower body climaxing in a series of spasms around the digital working of her clit, relaying those feelings back out through her arse to the man who was joined so powerfully to her. Brian felt every throb, every pulse from her body reacting on the underside of his cock, behind the head and his own release came quickly, pumping his cum deep into her rectum.

His knees shook, as did hers, putting more pressure on her hands that attempted to support her body -- and his weight that hung heavily down over her back. They battled to stay upright amid the powerful climaxes of their anal escapade. Eventually, it all became too much for Sandy and she fell forward onto her face and chest on the bed, bringing Brian down with her, his cock still wedged tightly up her arse ... even tighter now with her body flattened, rather than bent over.

He could feel her still throbbing beneath his own spasming cock as her arse milked the last remnants of his cum. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned for her as his entire body weight pressed her into the mattress.

Her response was to giggle infectiously.

"What is it?" he asked, relieved that she sounded happy.

"You're not going to believe this," she said, talking into the mattress, unable to turn her head around to see the man behind and on top of her. "But that was crazy ... crazy good, that is. Oh Brian, I loved it. I can't believe how much I enjoyed it ... and to think I tried to talk you out of it."

"See, I don't want to say I told you so ... but, I told you so."

"Wow, I bet I'm going to be a bit sore, but my body is just floating on orgasms. I never expected to have one while you were filling my butt." She laughed again, amused at the way she was describing the anal sex she had just enjoyed. Sandy couldn't believe that she had just had anal sex for the first time in her life. Her first thought was that she wanted to introduce Pete to it, but she couldn't think of how she might broach the subject with him. She could hardly say, 'How would you like to fuck my arse, darling? Your boss did it so well that I'd like you to try it now.'

Brian's cock, after two orgasms, was now deflated in spite of his Viagra-hit earlier this morning. He pushed his upper body up off Sandy's back and looked down as his cock pulled out of her delectable arse. Her anal opening remained temporarily distended and cum quickly began to seep from it. He lifted his weight completely off her and rolled to one side, facing her, his wet cock pressed against her right hip.

She still didn't move, even freed of his weight, but now she could turn her head to see the face of the man who had just introduced her to the delights of anal sex.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his eyes probing hers.

She blinked them slowly, "Good, I feel really good. Oh Brian, that was amazing. I know you said you wouldn't hurt me, but I couldn't believe that it wouldn't hurt. And I certainly never dreamed of cumming. Oh wow, I feel so good now."

"I'll let you have a rest, then we might do some more."

"What? More? How can you? Pete's twenty years younger than you and I've never known him to even cum twice, let alone talk of going beyond it."

"I told you babe, that Viagra is powerful stuff."

"Well then, why isn't it still up, it doesn't feel stiff against my leg."

"That's only because I am avoiding looking at your arse or your breasts, or your beautiful pussy. I am sure if I did that again, or if you were to touch me, it would respond in no time. There has to be sexual stimulation for the Viagra to work, I'll be big again but I doubt that I'll cum again today. I didn't even expect to cum in your arse, but the sight and sound of you cumming brought me on."

"Ummm! That was so good! I never knew it could feel that good putting it back there."

"Close your eyes, babe, I'd say we've deserved a bit of a rest."

She stayed as she was, lying on her stomach with her face turned to his. She closed her eyes and he affectionately snuggled his warm body closer to her and wrapped a protective arm around her.

Chapter Five

When Sandy awoke an hour or two later, the first thing she felt was his cock, hard once more against her outer thigh. She opened her eyes and saw Brian looking back at her, felt his fingers trailing over the smooth raised rounded cheeks of her arse.

"My God, you're big again."

"I told you I would be."

She smiled at him, "I guess that means you want to do it some more ... we better do something about it then." She rolled over onto her side and reached a hand down to touch his cock, stroking it. It was still wet from both his cum and the KY gel that he had coated her anus with. "Brian, much as I would like to have you just slide it into me right now, I guess we should be careful about infection. After all, you've had this thing in my arse and goodness knows how much shit is on it. I really don't feel like getting up but maybe we should have a shower together ... get ourselves cleaned up."

He agreed with her and together they clambered off the bed and walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom ... she felt how romantic that would look to an observer and began to worry where her cheating was taking her. She reached in to the shower stall and turned on the hot water. After an adjustment to get the warmth just right, she stepped in and turned to pull him in behind her.

Her earlier nervousness was gone and she found herself taking the lead, picking up the soap, lathering up her hands and beginning to wash his body, starting with the main attraction. She soaped up and down his hard shaft, then cupped his balls with soapy hands. She amazed herself by even daring to slide one hand around to his arse and using just her soft fingertips, she played them softly into the cleft between his cheeks.

"Ooh yes!" from him told her that he liked her adventurous roaming, but now he took the soap from her and began to lather up her breasts, his palms and fingers caressing her twin orbs, bringing her nipples promptly to hard attention. His fingers slid lower and she smiled up at him with anticipation, provocatively parting her feet, improving access to her intimate parts.

Brian seemed to take a maddeningly long time to have his fingers slide over her tummy and her pubis before the soapy digits slid wetly between her engorged labia. He lathered her up and down from her bulging clitoris to her vaginal opening, then over the perineum that led to her anus.

One hand slid around her hips to enter her arse cleavage from the top while the other slid between her spread thighs and came up from under. The fingertips of both hands met at her tiny anal ring and he cleaned her of the cum he had so recently deposited there. Sandy rose up on tiptoes, seeking to draw maximum pleasure from the silken touch of his fingers while the warm water cascaded down over her naked body.

His hands rearranged behind the tops of her thighs and he lifted her feet off the ground just as he had that first night in his en suite bathroom when he took her for his pleasure without even asking. Just as then, she was forced to throw her arms around his neck to hold on to his powerful body. But without a vanity unit to rest her arse cheeks on this time, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind his arse.

"Oh my God, you really do like it this way, don't you?" she mumbled into his neck as she cradled her head there.

"Yeah, I'm just not into missionary," he answered.

She could feel his hard erection sliding in around her vulva like it was seeking to find a good landing spot. She wriggled her lower body over his shaft, managing to have the knob slide up to kiss her clitoris and causing her to moan loudly.

"You okay with this?" he checked.

"Ooh yes, it's hitting the right spot now."

He let her continue wriggling around drawing intense pleasure on her clitoris from the wet and hard head of his cock. "Are we going to get more comfortable?" she asked even though she expected he would slide his hard-on into her at any moment.

"I'm pretty comfortable like this, aren't you?"

"Go on, do it," she told him, resigned to having him fuck her in this upright position that she still felt was quite awkward.

He hefted her torso higher and Sandy felt Brian's erection slip into the opening of her vagina. She clenched her muscles in a welcome greeting when she felt the head of his cock slide up inside her. Then he let her weight bring her down on his vertical shaft until she bottomed out with all of him inside her. Then his hands at her arse cheeks lifted her up until only the head remained within her body ... only to let her slide down once more.

In spite of her thinking the angle and positioning of their coupling was awkward, she was soon feeling those electric pulses deep down in her lower body. She became more active herself, answering each powerful thrust of his with her own pelvic movements, intended to make the next stroke more pleasurable than those that had gone before.

They were soaked as the water continued to cascade down over them ... and they were loud with the sounds of intense pleasure as their fast and furious fuck pushed her closer to yet another wonderful release.

"Will you cum?" she managed to ask between grunts and moans and breathless panting.

"No, I told you I think I'm all done with cumming, but I can stay hard for our continuing pleasure.

A little disappointed that she wouldn't again feel his powerful spasms as his cock spurted its cum into her, she nevertheless pushed her own body on, sensing that she would climax very soon.

They went at it hard and heavy and she responded with a towering orgasm that sent waves through her whole body and left her held up there in the shower, her back leaning against the shower wall until her clitoral and vaginal throbbing subsided.

Without any possibility of him cumming this time, Brian took three more deep strokes up into her after he felt and heard her release hit, then he held firm deep into her while her velvety passage pulsed and throbbed around him.

When he saw that her fourth orgasm of this day was complete and her whole body had ceased to tremble, he eased her legs down until her feet touched the tiles on the shower floor. He needed to hold her up as her trembling legs threatened to bring her whole body down.

When she was at last able to stand on her own, Brian opened the shower door and reached for a large fluffy towel hanging on the wall outside the shower. He felt his own legs were a bit wobbly after carrying her weight through that fabulous fuck. He towelled her down until she was dry everywhere except within her vulva. Then she took the towel and did the same for him.

They returned to the bedroom and when Sandy spotted the bedside clock, she said, "Shit, it's lunchtime already, can I get you something, maybe you need some nourishment for whatever you plan to do with me the rest of the day. I am guessing that it's not over, that you do intend to stay with me a bit longer?"

"No, food is not necessary and yes, I certainly intend to stay a while longer. How about we have a lie down just to recover from that last one."

They went back to bed and lay peacefully and entwined together. Sandy observed that the strain of holding her up while also thrusting hard into her might have tired a man who was almost a generation older than her. He fell asleep quite quickly, leaving Sandy to lie in his arms, analysing the day this far. Despite the energy she too had exerted on this very sexual day, she was way too excited by the adventure with Brian to sleep.

While she was ecstatic with the pleasure she had drawn from this man's body, she did ponder how she had let all this happen. Why had she been so eager to agree to have sex with Pete's boss? Why had she so shamelessly enjoyed everything he had done with her so far ... even letting him putting his cock in her arse. She reached a hand around behind her and tested for soreness by gently touching her own anal ring. Yes, she certainly was tender there and it was doubtful she would let Brian do it again today, but it amazed her that she had not felt the pain that she had expected.

She spared a thought for her poor unsuspecting husband. Yes, admittedly he had got himself caught up with the teenage granddaughter of his previous boss and she was still mad at him for that. Pete had even told her that, because of his transgression, she was free to have sex once with someone else. He said he wouldn't be happy, but he would understand. 'But,' thought Sandy, 'would he understand this much sex with another man ... and my enjoyment of multiple orgasms?'

Now, she had had two sex sessions with this man ... Pete's own boss, although that first one had taken her completely by surprise and could have been labelled possibly as sexual assault. But this second session today was completely different - not just a hurried 10 minutes of carnal satisfaction. She and Brian had been at it all morning and there was still the promise of a few more hours to come. Surely she had broken the boundary of the free pass that her husband had offered her.

'What next?' thought Sandy. 'Will a few more hours with Brian be enough?'

Would Sandy be satisfied to walk away after he fucked her once or twice more this afternoon? What if he called her again next week? What would she say then? This man of power -- and physically, a powerful mature man -- had opened up cravings in her body that she never knew existed. His ability to give her multiple orgasms was something she couldn't just turn her back on. And there was the pregnancy risk. Yes, she was indeed now in a deep dilemma.

Sandy amused herself while Brian slept by daydreaming about what she would like them to do next. Knowing that her lover was not a fan of missionary position, she was curious what he would want from her body and how he would take it.




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 02



Sandy was risking her marriage by spending a full day of illicit sex with her husband's boss. Was she completely hooked by Brian's sexual demands or can she still end it in time to save her marriage?

*

Sandy Murray at last came to her senses after that long illicit 8-hour day in which she let husband Pete's boss feed her fantasies, giving her multiple orgasms and initiating her into what turned out to be the delights of anal sex.

Despite Brian besieging her with calls after that marathon day of sex, she managed to keep him at bay, telling him that since she could not trust him to wear a condom, he would not be allowed to fuck her again until Pete had successfully impregnated her.

It was hard for Sandy to refuse Brian. He was persistent and had awakened something sensual in her. She had so enjoyed the way he made love to her and the way her body responded to him orgasmically. Still, she was determined that the child that she would one day bear would come only from her husband's sperm.

A few months would pass before two momentous events occurred almost simultaneously. As good as his word, Brian had elevated Pete's role in the company. With his increased responsibility, Pete came home one night to tell Sandy that Brian had included him in the company delegation to a major business conference in Hawaii. "Guess what?" Pete told his wife, "you're invited too. The delegates can bring their wives along ... isn't that great, honey?"

"How many are going to represent the company, darling?"

"Well, Brian will be there of course -- Brian and Penny ... oh, and a couple of other managers and their wives too."

"That sounds fabulous darling, when is it?"

"In three weeks, honey, we leave the 24th and will be there for four days. Best of all, the company pays for everything."

Sandy agreed that it was indeed good news. She had good news too, but she wasn't quite ready to share with Pete. She had missed her period ten days ago and had just peed on a pregnancy test this morning to have it confirm that she at last appeared to be pregnant. Sandy was excited, but was it too early to say something, even to Pete. She didn't want to jonah them.

As the date of the conference neared, Sandy missed her second period and now she was more confident that she was indeed pregnant, probably about 5 or 6 weeks, she thought. Yet still she held back from telling Pete ... just in case, she told herself.

She had thought that she had managed to get over Brian, but strangely, a day before flying out to Hawaii, Sandy found that memories of her mad, crazy, sexy day with Pete's boss came into her mind. It seemed like so long ago now. But all day, she couldn't get it out of her mind, even reflecting on how she felt when Brian shoved his erection into her arse. She let her fingers drift back there and trace the line of her anal cleavage through her panties.

After persisting heavily for weeks after, Brian seemed to have given up calling her. While she missed his keen attention, she knew within that it was probably for the best. She realised that she wouldn't be able to maintain that subterfuge for too long, and she would have been devastated if Pete had found out about her cheating. Although her husband had granted her a free pass after his digression with the 18-year-old granddaughter of his previous boss, she preferred that Pete think of her as his loyal, devoted wife.

The three managers and their wives travelled together in Economy on the flight to Hawaii, but they didn't see much of the boss Brian and his wife Penny, who flew up front in first class.

It was only at the baggage carousel in Honolulu that they caught up with Brian and Penny. There was some general small talk until Brian managed to separate Sandy from Pete just long enough to whisper, "I've missed you Sandy, I had been so looking forward to a follow-up -- or two -- to our magic day."

Sandy looked around nervously, checking that Pete was out of range to hear Brian's words. Satisfied that her husband was caught up with others in the travelling party, Sandy told Brian, "We just couldn't keep that up, Brian. Don't get me wrong, I had a fantastic day with you, but if we kept on doing that, it was only going to lead to trouble."

"Nonsense my dear, we could do that often, there is no reason for your husband to suspect anything."

"That's easy to say, but it would be hard to keep things quiet if they continued with that kind of intensity. I mean, I was lucky that Pete didn't catch on after that phone call I had with him while you fucked me."

"Yes, it was intense, wasn't it my dear? And how's your perfect arse, I'm sure there were no after effects. You survived that ordeal well, didn't you?"

She couldn't hold back a knowing smile at his mention of her arse, "That was surprisingly good, Brian," quickly looking around to check again that Pete couldn't hear her discussing anal sex with his boss.

"I just wanted to alert you that you and I will be getting it on again this weekend, Sandy dear, no excuses," he told her very confidently.

She did a startled double take, "What ... good grief, no way ... not here, in Hawaii."

"What's wrong, why not? It seems to me to be the perfect place for some hard-driving sex with the woman I desire more than anyone."

"Don't say that, you mustn't. Anyway, it's too risky."

"No risks at all, Sandy, I'll come to you."

"No, no," Sandy was panicking, "No, we can't do it in our hotel room, Pete will be there most of the time."

"Not all the time, he will be under instruction from me to front up to some specific conference sessions. That will give us a few hours together."

"No Brian, what if he was to forget something and return to the room?"

"Makes it more exciting sweetheart, the thought that he could walk in while I'm driving my Viagra-charged cock into that beautiful body of yours." He paused, seeming to revel in her fear, then he added, "Don't worry, we can put the chain on the door."

Her eyes were darting around, checking on Pete's whereabouts, Penny seemed to have him engaged in conversation, and Sandy wondered if that was pre-arranged by Brian so he could get her aside to tell her of his plans for her.

"What day is all this supposed to happen?"

"I'll leave that as a nice surprise for you, my dear."

Sandy couldn't ask any more questions, because suddenly Pete was back by her side and Brian had drifted away to collect his bag off the luggage carousel.

"What was that all about?" quizzed Pete.

"What ... what was what about?" said Sandy nervously.

"I saw Brian talking to you, it looked like you two were getting into quite a deep conversation."

"No, no we weren't," denied Sandy, "No, I was just asking him about this conference and he was explaining what it was all about, what we should expect."

"Oh, I see," said Pete and Sandy wondered if he really accepted her explanation.

The conference's official opening dinner was on the first night. All 8 representing the company were at one big table. It became obvious that Brian and Penny were regulars at these annual business gatherings with many of the delegates stopping by to acknowledge them.

It was at around 9pm that Pete suddenly gripped Sandy's hand tightly as a man in his 60's stopped by, accompanied by a woman that looked like it could be his wife, and two sensational looking teenage girls, dressed up to kill like they were going to their school formal.

Sandy turned to Pete, "What is it?"

"That's my last boss," explained Pete, "talking to Brian and Penny, and that's his precocious granddaughter standing behind him."

"What ... you mean that's the one that you were caught having sex with?"

"Yep, one and the same."

"There are two girls over there, which one is she?" Sandy checked.

"The one on the left, the blonde."

"Goodness me, she's quite a stunner, isn't she? Not that I could in any way condone what you did, but I have to admit that, as unpalatable as it is for me to picture you having sex with her, I see now why you were tempted. Did you say she was 18?"

"Yeah, on the day I got caught doing her ... oh my God, she was as tight as..."

"Okay hold on, too much information darling ... and does that comment infer that I'm not that tight?"

"No, you are ... you are! Oh God, I didn't mean that, you are tight. I don't know, I guess she just seemed incredibly tight because she'd maybe only ever had sex once or twice before when I had her."

"What do you think she's doing here?"

"I have no idea, but it looks like her grandfather is a buddy of Brian's."

"Well Pete, you just keep your mind on the conference."

"Oh I sure will."

"Do you know what you're doing? Do you have to go to all the sessions?" Sandy probed, curious to learn what day Brian might be planning to visit her.

"No, not all of them, I'll have some play time for us. Brian took me aside this afternoon and circled the sessions that he said are most important, that I'm not to miss them."

"Oh, so when are they?"

"Why do you ask, does it matter that much when they are? I told you that our getting to come here wasn't a total holiday, that I would have work to do."

"Oh, I guess it doesn't Pete, I was just curious. I mean I could go and get my hair done when you're really occupied and not going to be around."

"Oh okay, I think that the two consecutive sessions on Sunday morning are essential for me to be at them. Brian said something about the subject matter being relevant to my new department."

Pete's former boss, and the granddaughter that he had been caught having sex with, both moved on from the table and the rest of the opening night went without further incident. Sandy and Pete did some dirty dancing, had a bit too much to drink and then enjoyed wild sex when they got back to their room. Sandy felt that she was much more uninhibited in her sexual activities since her day with Brian.

Sandy was tempted there and then to tell Pete that it appeared that she could be pregnant, but at the last moment held back for fear of declaring the happy news too soon, before a doctor could confirm it.

On the Saturday, Pete hung around with his fellow managers, learning the ropes on how his behaviour should be at one of these conferences. They attended the morning sessions and over lunch, he got into an interesting conversation with Grant, one of the fellow execs, about the odd behaviour of their boss, Brian. Grant described to Pete how familiar Brian became with each of the managers' wives, including his own. He asked Pete had he noticed anything yet with his Sandy or had she informed Pete of an unwanted approach. "Pete, your wife is a stunner, just the kind of good-looking woman that Brian would hit on. I would be very surprised if he hasn't made a move yet."

"No, she hasn't said anything," wondering even as he said the words to Grant if he was a bit too naïve.

"Pete, I am not trying to cause any distrust between you and Sandy, it's just that Brian's track record with manager's wives is 100 per cent. If she hasn't said anything, I'd be checking it out. I mean, I have to say it, our boss is an out and out lech. He had a go at my Barbara for a while when I first started and I know that Bill and Joanne almost broke up over Brian chasing her."

After Grant's advice and now feeling insecure, Pete skipped the afternoon sessions and went looking for his beautiful wife. He found her sunning herself out by the pool. "Hi gorgeous, how's it going?" he said as he approached her.

She seemed genuinely pleased to see him and Pete's initial fears were allayed.

"Hi darling," she greeted, "what's doing? Are you all finished for the day?"

"Yep, I decided to skip the afternoon session, do you wanna go out and do a bit of touring?"

"Yeah, sounds great!"

They went back up to the room and changed, then went out and just got the last two seats on an afternoon coach tour around the island.

"Can you afford the time to do this?" Sandy asked when they were on board, "Are you sure Brian won't mind?"

"No, I'm good honey, Brian was only really specific about my having to be at tomorrow morning's two sessions."

"So you'll be gone from -- what -- 9 till lunchtime?"

Her seemingly simple comment rang an alarm bell in Pete's mind. There she was, asking again about how long he would be absent from her on Sunday morning. He may not have noticed that she had asked an almost identical question on two separate occasions if Grant hadn't advised him at lunch to watch out for signs. Then there was her deep conversation with Brian yesterday at the Airport, like they knew each other better than he expected.

Strangely, with all of these thoughts swirling around in his head, Pete actually recalled that first night out for them after he joined this company when they went to Brian and Penny's home for a party. He had been searching for Sandy for over half-an-hour that night. When she turned up, her face was flushed and she said she'd been in the garden. But he had spent ages trawling through the garden and he was sure she hadn't been out there. He let it go at the time, but now that Grant had caused him to be suspicious, the memory of it came back to him.

Pete contemplated raising the subject of Brian with his wife over dinner, but she was being very loving and attentive to him all afternoon and they were in an especially romantic state (Hawaii). He just didn't want to spoil the mood. Chapter 7

Pete was up early on Sunday morning. He had thought some more about his suspicions and had decided on a course of action. He caught up with Grant an hour before the start of the business sessions that Brian had directed that he must attend.

"Hey Grant, I've got an MP3 recorder here, would you mind taking it in with you to this morning's two sessions and recording it all for me?"

"Pete, I thought Brian said you had to be there yourself."

"Yeah, he did, but I've got something more important that's just come up. Don't let on to him that I'm not down here if you see him ... although I doubt that you will."

"Has this got anything to do with what I said to you yesterday ... you know, about Brian and the manager's wives?"

"Yeah, could have!"

"Listen I'm sorry man, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, it's alright ... actually I'm glad you did."

Pete had convinced himself that his boss was putting the moves on his wife, may even have done so already. Would Sandy be a willing participant or was he blackmailing her into letting him fuck her? He needed to know ... he had a plan to try to catch them out.

He went back to his hotel room, his wife was still stretched out on the bed, seemingly asleep. He stripped off and lay down with her, fondling her warm body affectionately, attempting to interest her in morning sex.

"Darling, go away!" she implored in a sleepy voice, rolling her body away from him. "Don't you have to be at that conference session this morning?"

"Yes I do honey, but I'm really horny this morning. I just thought we could get a little action happening before I go down there."

"No ... no way! I'm still asleep, please let me be."

Reluctantly, he gave up, but her rejection only heightened his suspicions. At home, if he ever felt horny as he was about to leave for work, she would always be very accommodating and let him have her even if she was still half asleep ... like she was now.

He went to the bathroom and took a shower, dried off and dressed smart casual in a pair of slacks with a Hawaiian shirt that he had bought on the first day. He walked over to the bed where his wife was still lying seductively in her supposed sleep. He bent down and kissed her bare back and she stirred.

"I'm going now," he announced.

To his surprise, she half turned and opened her eyes to look at him. 'Damn,' he thought, 'if she comes awake and watches me go to the door, I can't go ahead with my plan to go hide in the closet.'

"Umm, you look nice darling, I like the shirt. I saw a few female delegates, you should stay away from them. Oh, and that 18-year-old granddaughter girl that got you into so much trouble, give her a wide berth. What time do you think you'll be back?"

"Oh, not before 12.30, possibly even one," he was trying to make her feel comfortable and give her a false sense of security if she had plans with Brian.

"Oh that's good," she said.

"Why is that good?" he asked, still hoping that he might be wrong about her.

"No, nothing, just something to say, darling. Have a good time."

"Yeah, I'll try ... well, see you then."

Pete took his knee off the bed and turned toward the door. He had come up with a plan overnight to not leave, to instead jump into the closet and hide as he slammed the room front door, but for this to work, he needed for her to be still asleep.

When he got to the door, he turned back to look at his wife and was pleased to see that she had turned her head away again, facing the windows, appearing to drop back to sleep. But she still called out to him, "Have you got everything ... pen, paper, phone, calculator, whatever? You don't want to have to be coming back in the middle of the meeting."

"No, got it all honey, I won't be back," he called, watching her from the door. The closet was over beside the front door to their room. Checking that she was definitely facing away from him, he stepped into the closet just as he let the front door slam closed with a loud bang.

From his hidden vantage point with the closet door only slightly ajar, he could survey most of the room from the bathroom door to the windows. It looked directly across at the huge King Size bed. He was still attaching the wire that he had set up to keep the closet door from being easily opened when he saw her head lift up from the bed and her eyes scanned the room.

'Aha,' he thought, 'so much for wanting to sleep in. Maybe she and Brian do have something planned for this morning.' Pete watched as his wife sprang up out of bed and walked toward him. Nervously, he drew back inside the darker reaches of the closet. She turned into the bathroom door opposite his hiding spot, not bothering to close it since she assumed that she was the only one in the room.

He couldn't see into the bathroom, but he could hear her peeing. As the sound of her stream into the toilet bowl ended, he heard her fart and had to stifle a giggle. She never farted in his presence, probably due to her prudish upbringing. Then he heard the shower being turned on. Pete settled down to sit in the corner of the closet, waiting for whatever he might see happening in this room. He had a gut feeling that something would and now felt it was more likely having watched his wife rush about the minute she thought he had gone.

Sandy did have some dresses hanging in this closet, so if she was heading out, she could spring him in there, but he doubted that she was going anywhere. More likely, if he was wrong and she was going out, she would probably put on a bikini and they were in a drawer. The risk of her wanting to wear a dress was a risk he was prepared to take.

She was in the shower for quite a while, 'Must really need to make herself clean,' Pete thought.

Eventually, he heard the water turn off, then a minute or two went by and he presumed that she would be drying herself off. Soon, she appeared from the bathroom stark naked. In spite of his fear of what she was planning to do, Pete couldn't help but admire what a great body she had.

She turned the radio on, it must have been tuned to an oldies station. The song that came on was Toni Braxton from 16 years ago -- when Sandy and Pete were teenagers - singing "You're Making Me High." Sandy began singing the words happily, much to Pete's surprise.

I'll always think of you

Inside of my private thoughts




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 02



I can imagine you

Touching my private parts

With just the thought of you

I can't help but touch myself

That's why I want you so bad Just one night of

Moonlight, with you there beside me

All night, doin' it again and again

You know I want you so bad

Baby, baby, baby, baby

["You're Makin' Me High," sung by Toni Braxton, lyrics by Babyface and Bryce Wilson]

As Sandy bellowed out the words with Toni Braxton, singing "I can't help but touch myself," Pete saw her standing in the middle of the room, admiring herself in the dresser mirror. He was shocked to see her spread her legs and reach down to touch herself intimately as she sang out the next line, "that's why I want you so bad, Brian."

What was that, did he hear right? Did his loving wife add the word Brian to the line that Toni Braxton and she sang out ... only Toni Braxton didn't sing 'Brian?'

Pete was treated to a mini masturbation by his wife as he saw her fingers swirl around her still tiny clit and then one slipped up inside her vagina as she sang out "all night, doin' it again and again." Seeing her touching herself so intimately, he recalled that strange afternoon a few weeks ago when he called her at home and she was playing with herself and he ended up doing the same at work and they both came. He guessed that's what they called phone sex.

The song on the radio finished and so did Sandy's little show that had aroused Pete in the confines of his hideaway. He saw her reach out to pick up a small bottle from the dresser, it looked to be her perfume. She dabbed a tiny bit behind an ear, a dab more between her bountiful breasts, another on the skin alongside her spread labia. Pete saw her turn away from the mirror, but look back over her shoulder, seeming to admire her bare back and arse. Then her finger dabbed once more with the perfume between those luscious arse cheeks.

'Why would she put some there?' Pete wondered naively.

Both of them were startled by a knock on the door. Pete watched as his wife looked toward the closed front door, "Just a minute," she called out and turned to step over to the bed and retrieve a skimpy short nightie from under the pillow. It wasn't the one that she wore in bed for him last night. She slipped the new one on, then came back to the dresser and took out something from a drawer. As she stepped into it, Pete saw that it was a thong ... mainly just string-like with a tiny triangle of material that would barely cover her pubis.

Sandy lifted her nightie hem up to her waist so she could look in the mirror and check out the thong from the front and the back. Seemingly satisfied at how she would look in her intimate items to the man waiting patiently at the door, she stepped lightly across to open it. His wife passed inches away from Pete's spot, so close that he could smell the perfume from her ear, breasts and pubis, or was it the dab from her arse that still puzzled him?

Unable to see the front door to his left, Pete waited expectantly, listening for the voice he expected to hear ... the voice that would confirm that his boss had made a conquest of his Sandy, just as he had with other manager's wives, according to Grant.

"My God, you look beautiful, more beautiful than last time," exclaimed the man at the door, still hidden from Pete's view. But he confirmed from the tone of the voice that it was indeed his boss Brian. "It's been a while, far too long, my dear. We've got some lost time to make up."

Pete watched his loving wife backing into the room, passing his vantage point. She was giving off a seductive come hither look with her eyes at her guest, her hands outstretched as a welcome in front of her. She was so close, standing just outside the barely ajar closet door. Pete thought that if she were to turn her head his way at this moment, she couldn't miss seeing him peeping out from the closet. But obviously she only had eyes for Brian.

Pete felt a pang of jealousy as she continued to back up into the room, smiling, her arms outstretched eagerly. At last, Brian came into Pete's view, stepping forward into Sandy's welcoming arms. She quickly folded her arms warmly around the man's neck, pulling his head down toward hers and Pete had such a close view of their first kiss. It was deeply passionate, their mouths open and mashed together with lots of tongue activity. Brian's hands had dropped straight to Sandy's arse, lifting her skimpy nightie so that he could fill his palms with the naked skin of her rounded cheeks, uncovered by her skimpy thong.

As Pete painfully took in the sight before him, his mind was still processing the words that he had heard from the doorway... 'More beautiful than last time' and 'It's been a while, far too long.' So this wasn't their first time ... Pete wondered how long this had been going on. Had it started that first night at the party when Sandy appeared to go missing, or did he make a move that night and complete it sometime later? Pete had now been with the company for about 4 months, so how long had they been doing it and at what frequency?

Pete continued to watch the passionate lust-filled spectacle before him while completing a deep analysis of the words. His mind returned to the here and now and he realised that strangely he was hard. 'Good God, I am watching my wife in the arms of another man and I am horny ... what gives?'

He adjusted his erection within his underpants to ease the strain it was putting in tenting his trousers in front. His aural receptors were filled with the seductive sounds of the couple's heavy breathing. They hadn't even come up for air and this first kiss was still going strong, hands now roaming on each other's backs and arses. Pete was disappointed to see that his wife seemed as much the instigator as his boss. In fact, it was she who pulled his mouth down to hers.

At last, the first kiss ended, each struggling for breath. Sandy turned to look at the unmade bed. Looking back at Brian, she mumbled, "The bed, can we do it there first before any of your kinky standing up positions?"

He laughed, "Sure, wherever you want babe, I'll be happy just being inside you again."

Sandy stepped back from him, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Pete was hurt that she looked frantic to free Brian of his clothes quickly, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper once she managed to get the belt undone. His trousers dropped, leaving him in boxers that tented out impressively in front.

Pete watched as his wife reached down and grasped a hold of the boxers where they were pushed out horizontally. She reached through the fly opening and pulled the man's hard-on into view, stroking it affectionately. "Oh, I've missed this," she muttered gutturally.

"Well, it's been your call babe, I was always around waiting, but you wouldn't let me see you."

Sandy stroked his erection as she talked, looking up into Brian's eyes, "I was trying to give you up before we got too involved. I didn't need the complication of you in my life Brian ... I do love Pete and he's good to me. It's just that after that 8-hour marathon with you, and you staying hard all day, and you kept making me cum, oh God, I thought how this could become quite addictive if I let it."

"Nothing wrong with sex as an addiction babe," Brian told her as he reached down and removed her hand from his cock.

"Don't stop me, I'm enjoying that," Sandy protested.

"Yeah, well so am I ... a bit too much. If you keep that up, you'll have me coming all over you before I'm even inside. Come on, let's take it to the bed."

Sandy turned and pranced ahead of Brian. She placed one knee on the bed, one foot still on the floor and looked seductively back over her shoulder at Brian -- and inadvertently at her husband too. She used one hand to lift her short nightie up over her hips, exposing the bare cheeks of her succulent arse, the thin strand of her thong now the only covering between those cheeks as they spread from her bent stance.

"Oh God, what a sight, I've got to have more of that this morning. You won't be reluctant this time, will you?" he said as he moved up close behind her, reaching a hand out to stroke it softly over the smooth naked skin of her arse cheeks.

"Nope, you are welcome to have it gladly," she promised, wiggling her arse under his sensual touch. "But straight way first," she said, rolling away from his touch and onto her back on the bed in one fluid motion.

Pete watched absorbed. He thought how arousing it would be watching this couple about to have sex if only it weren't his own wife involved. Then he felt his straining erection again and realised it was still arousing, even though it was his wife that was about to be fucked. He wondered about that comment about her arse and her telling Brian, 'you are welcome to have it gladly.'

'Surely, my wife isn't about to do anal sex in front of me ... willingly?' thought Pete as his hand absentmindedly unzipped himself and he reached in to take out his own hard-on. 'How do I feel about this?' pondered Pete, 'Grant had raised my suspicion, but I sort of hoped he might be wrong. Now it was all unfolding in front of me. Hell, I know I started it by getting caught fucking that sexy granddaughter from my last job ... but that was a one-off. This sounds like more of an affair, this is serious.'

On the bed, Brian was drawing the thong down over Sandy's long legs. When he threw it away onto the floor, she half raised herself up off the bed so she could lift the nightie over her head. 'She wore that for all of 5 minutes,' thought Pete.

Brian was pushing his boxers down over his legs, than he lifted up too so he could shuck his shirt off. Now both combatants on the bed were naked. Sandy held out her arms invitingly once more to her lover and Brian fitted his body to hers. "I want you now ... now!" she said quite loudly, her words resonating, echoing in Pete's ears.

Brian considered himself the consummate lover and he was not about to be pushed into hurrying or to let the woman take over. He kissed Sandy again, passionately just like they had when they stood beside Pete's hiding place. Then slowly, his mouth traced down over her body, starting at her neck, giving her kisses and bites that melted her, then her breasts, where his lips, tongue and teeth combined.

"Don't bite me, nothing must show!" she screamed in panic, "No bruises, no love bites, I can't have anything that Pete might see, as much as I like how it feels when you do that."

Brian went lower, over her navel, her bare belly, down toward that delicious zone where her treats were now barely hidden in her pre-coital excitement.

"No, not that now, maybe later ... please Brian, I need you inside me. Fill me up, do it now, oh please!"

Pete thought she sounded like she was almost begging for it. But Brian was determined to do things the way he wanted them. He could wait, be patient, his cock would be rewarded all too soon when it sank into this beautiful woman's clutching vagina. For now though, he wanted to lick her out, raise the heat, turn her on, have her cum.

Brian's tongue touched Sandy's clit and her body rose up, almost lifting off the bed. Pete couldn't help but pump the cock in his hand upon seeing his wife's reaction to her lover's tongue.

"Oh God," she screamed out, "Yes, yes, oh suck it darling, suck it hard!"

Brian must have been doing it exactly as Sandy wanted it because Pete could see and hear that she was rapidly getting there ... much too quickly for her liking. Brian knew that too and he eased his mouth back off her.

"No, don't stop ... don't stop! Oh God, I want to cum, I need to so badly."

Pete couldn't help but see the painful irony as he watched his wife in the excited throes of ecstasy under this man's probing tongue and sucking lips. He had suggested having sex with his wife barely 45 minutes ago and she rebuffed him out of hand. Now she was writhing on the same bed, pleading with her lover for her urgent needs to be met.

Brian resisted her pleas until Sandy began to come down from approaching her peak. He began again, licking and sucking on the burgeoning clitoris, winding up her arousal. Quickly, Sandy became almost delirious with passion once more, "Oh yes, like that, yes in there, oh your tongue is magic. It's never been like this ... oh Brian, please let me cum now. Don't make me wait! Yes ... oh yes, feeling good ... oh, more of that, yes right there ... oh, that's the spot."

Pete couldn't get over how she seemed to be talking more with Brian than she ever did with him.

He watched his loving wife's body writhing on the bed as her arousal crested. Sandy had a tight grip in Brian's hair so that this time he couldn't pull his mouth away. Her loud panting gasps reached a crescendo and just in case her lover and her husband didn't know, she screamed out, "Oh, feeling good! Feeling great! Yes! Yes!" in a guttural tone followed by "I'm cumming!" Her whole body except for head and feet lifted clear up off the bed when the orgasm hit her, carrying Brian's head that was wedged solid between her thighs, with it.

Then a series of spasms rocked her body and she fell back flat on the bed, her lower body still humping as each wave of pleasure flowed through her.

In the closet, Pete had got close to release himself as he stroked his hard cock as a reaction to watching his wife orgasm under his boss' lips and tongue.

Pete still held his cock in one hand, idly wanking on it as he peered fascinated through the narrow gap in the closet door, anxious to see how long his boss could wait before plunging into Sandy's eager body. His wife took quite some time to come down from her orgasmic peak. Brian waited patiently, watching her face intently, looking for a sign -- any sign -- that she was ready to receive his cock into her body.

Pete didn't see it from across the room, but Brian, eyes alert, saw it as his face hovered above Sandy's. She looked up into his eyes so warmly and with deep affection, gave a little nod of her head and used her heels to kick into the back of his thigh like she was wearing cowboy spurs.

Pete watched as Brian lifted his torso up and the voyeur husband could clearly see his boss' erection centre up against Sandy's vagina, then the hips gave an urgent thrust and she gasped sensually as she was penetrated, her eyes wide.

"Umm! That's what I need, oh please Brian, fill me up."

His hips thrust again and Sandy emitted a loud grunt and Pete saw Brian's cock-head disappear inside his wife's vagina. She tightened the grip of her arms around her lover's shoulders, pulling him down to again kiss her. Pete felt the pain at seeing another man's cock sliding up inside his wife's vagina.

Brian's hips thrust again and Sandy grunted even more loudly as at least half his length filled her. "Oh yes! Yes! I want it all! Give it to me!"

Brian pushed his hips far forward and all of his cock slid inexorably deep into Sandy's waiting body. So began the fucking ritual as Brian dropped into a steady rhythm, pushing and probing his cock into the depths of Sandy's vagina. Her breathing quickened as her body responded, her hips humping up to meet Brian's every thrust.

Brian wanted to be good for Sandy, just as he had been last time, but her passage was tight, her responses sexual and provocative, her every thrust aiming to draw his sperm from his balls and deposit it deep inside her. He felt as much as saw her reaction, her body giving her away as within, her pulsing rose to an intense throbbing and she knew her big O was imminent. Brian was confident that he could at least outlast this first one, but he was doubtful that he could hang on while she had two, just as he had last time.

Pete had clicked his milking of his own shaft into high gear, pumping furiously -- and with embarrassment -- as he watched his wife get plugged by his boss. 'Why am I like this?' he mused, 'I should be hating it,' unable to stem the arousal that accompanied his watching of her giving herself so freely and willingly to Brian.

Sandy crested, peaked, her body seemed to explode into massive pleasure waves, then without any chance of respite, she rejoined the parade as Brian didn't let up -- even for her orgasm - in his rhythmic pattern of hard driving thrusts.

As awareness and sense of time and purpose returned to her, she realised from the sound of his breathing and the shorter thrusting of his cock, that Brian was close now, too close for Sandy to hope to elicit another cumming from his fucking within her. Unselfishly, she concentrated on her lover's pleasure, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, urging him to increase the depths of his thrusts deeper into her body.

"Come on Brian, let it go ... I want it now, I'm ready ... give it all to me!"

"Here comes the baby you want," Brian hollered arrogantly and selfishly, uncaring for her lack of protection, and unaware that Sandy was confident that her own husband had already impregnated her. He was surprised that the woman beneath him was not screaming at him to wear a condom. He could care less as he felt the sperm surge up from his balls and his cock spasmed, injecting his cum deep into Sandy's hot vagina.

'No,' Pete wanted to scream from the closet, 'not his baby, don't let him cum inside you. We want our baby, not his.'

Brian was hollering for those in the room to hear, "Oh baby, having my baby, take it all, take it all!"

It was a hot, passionate union, the male and the female copulating on the hotel bed lost in their overwhelming pleasure as he filled her vagina with his seed. Pete watched from his cramped viewing spot as his own hard cock reacted to his fast fisting of his shaft and the cum spewed from its tip, splashing onto the closet wall and door.

The couple on the bed were panting breathlessly, and so too was the cuckolded husband in the closet. 'What now?' thought Pete, 'I guess the main event is over, my worst suspicions have been confirmed. I don't really want to confront them together. Better that I get out as soon as possible and tell Sandy what I have seen when I come back later. She's got a lot to answer for, particularly taking the risk that Brian might impregnate her.'

Pete watched the pair on the bed for the next half-hour, anxious for a chance to slip quietly out of the hotel room, but there was not one moment where he could safely exit the closet and slip out the front door without being detected. He was stuck there for now. He had thought that, exhausted from their wild fucking, they might slumber, but they cuddled and hugged and talked intimately -- much to Pete's annoyance. He was quite jealous of his wife's obvious affection for his boss.

About a half-hour after the wild fornication on the bed in front of him had ended, Pete had become so much over it all. He conceded to himself that he had started all this by his transgression with the granddaughter of his previous boss ... yes, he had offered Sandy a free pass to have sex with someone of her choosing too. But when he said free pass, he intended that she could have one solo fuck too, just like he had ... not an ongoing affair, which this seemed to have become.

Pete saw that Brian's hand now roamed over Sandy's bare back while she lay face down on the bed beside him. Pete noticed that the man's fingers were spending a lot of time fondling her arse, lightly tracing softly up and down on her smooth skin, dipping into the deep crease between her rounded cheeks. Sandy was showing no resistance to that ... to the contrary, she was wiggling her arse, seeming to encourage more fondling there from Brian. Then, without even a hint of a suggestion from Brian, she lewdly spread her legs really wide on the bed. This had the effect of spreading those cheeks so wide apart that Brian's fingers were now intimately rimming her anal ring and Sandy was moaning loudly. Pete was stunned to see this side of her, to hear how much she seemed to like it ... he had never touched her there. She had let him know early in their relationship that she was raised to believe that her arse was a no go zone.




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 02



"Are you going to put it in?" Pete heard his wife ask her lover.

"What, my cock?"

"Umm Hmm! But I'd like you to start with your finger again."

"How about two?"

"Fingers or cocks?" she teased cheekily in response and they laughed together.

Pete couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never heard his wife ask for this, yet here she was asking a man she had only known for a few months, to penetrate her arse.

"Do you have any gel?" Brian asked.

"In the bedside drawer just there" and she nodded with her head to the one closest to Brian, "I went out and bought some yesterday after you told me at the Airport that you wanted to have me again." She smiled cheekily at the man whose finger continued to circle her tight anal entry with complete approval.

"I like the way you think," Brian told her. He paused his fingers for a moment and Sandy whimpered at the cessation of what he was doing at her arse. "Be patient, I'll be right back," he reassured her, reaching across to that drawer, opening it and removing the tube of KY. Brian squeezed a liberal amount on his fingertips and then they were back, lubeing Sandy in the crease between her cheeks, but particularly all around the rim of her anus, and then one finger asserted some pressure and her sphincter ring snapped open to let the digit inside her arse.

"Ummm!" she muttered gutturally, "Two, use two, I can take two," urging him of her own accord to increase the width. How different she was from a nervous Sandy that Brian had initiated into anal sex at their last encounter.

Pete was totally stunned at how compliant his wife was as her lover prepared her to receive his cock anally. He saw his boss withdraw his two fingers with a plop from Sandy's arse, and again she expressed her disappointment at a break in the good feelings, "Don't stop now lover!"

"Easy babe, I just need to lube myself up, won't be a moment."

Pete watched as Brian squeezed more KY on his fingers, then spread it liberally all over and around his hard-on. Pete was amazed that the man was still rock-hard rigid in spite of having cum inside Sandy not 30 minutes ago.

With his cock now well prepared to enter Sandy's anus, Brian used his fingers to urge Sandy's body up onto her hands and knees, something she did eagerly and without any hesitation. Pete could see Brian looking down on Sandy's spread arse cheeks, the man guiding his lubed cock right up to the tiny wrinkled anal ring. The man pushed and Pete saw his wife's legs buckle from the force used to try to get the powerful cock-head through that tiny opening.

"Ooh!" exclaimed Sandy.

"It's okay babe, just relax honey and it'll go in easily," came Brian's reassuring words. "Remember my words from last time, you can push out too."

Pete found himself wincing as he felt for what his wife must be feeling at her arse. 'She's obviously done this for him before,' assumed Pete.

Brian's fingers fiddled with his cock, seeming to aim it up again, trying to correct the angle, and then the hips thrust once more and, to Pete's stunned amazement, he saw his boss' cock-head disappear up inside his wife's anus. Pete almost called, "God no!" out aloud on behalf of his wife.

Pete heard Sandy's voice, "Oh shit, it feels so much bigger than I remember from last time."

"Still the same size, babe. You'll be right, you'll get used to it in a minute." Brian didn't hesitate, he thrust his hips hard again, forcing another inch or two into Sandy's anus.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" she blasphemed.

Pete was concerned ... despite her initial bravado, this didn't look to be going well for his wife. Should he intervene? He didn't want to come bursting out of the closet at this moment, but he certainly didn't want to see his wife in pain, despite her encouraging all of this that she was now indulging in.

"Oh, what a fucking tight arse ... I love it!" screamed Brian triumphantly, eager to implant all of his hard length inside the willing Sandy.

Pete had his hand on the door, ready to burst out and surprise the pair on the bed. But he held back momentarily, almost willing it to get better for his wife, even though he deplored the scenario that had unfolded for him in the past hour.

But then it seemed that Brian regained his compassion, "Are you okay, sweetheart? I'll just ease back until you get used to the size, okay?"

"Thank you, yes, ah that's better," said Sandy as Pete watched Brian withdraw until only the cock-head held firm inside Sandy's anus, tight within her arse's grip, almost like she was holding it captive.

"Sorry honey, I was a bit eager, I'll go more slowly," and with that, the situation improved for Sandy. She wriggled her arse around on the cock-head that was lodged inside her anus and when she felt more comfortable, she urged Brian to continue.  

Pete could have been fascinated watching this scene unfold as gradually his boss stuffed more and more of his shaft up the beautiful feminine arse until she had it all and his pubic hairs would have been tickling the pale smooth skin of her cheeks. But the fact that the rounded female arse was that of his previously loving wife made it difficult for Pete to enjoy watching in a detached way.

Now the real action began and Pete stood there enthralled, behind the closet door, watching Brian's slickly lubed cock shaft plow deeply again and again into Sandy's arse. She was really into it now and she moaned on her hands and knees while her lover behind her grunted at every thrust. The pair on the bed built up to a crescendo and Pete didn't think it possible that Brian could cum again ... but whether he actually did or not, Pete watched as Brian's cock spasmed inside Sandy's arse.

Then, only when Brian eventually withdrew his still quite hard cock from her arse, Pete was able to see that the man had in fact left a creamy trail of cum dripping from out of her expanded anal ring. 'Shit, this 50-plus guy is a bit of a stud,' thought Pete, 'I don't think I could cum twice in 30 minutes, even at my age and I've got at least 20 years on this guy.'

Now the couple on the bed seemed quite exhausted, Sandy wobbled on her hands and knees and gradually let herself collapse face down on the bed. Brian dropped down beside her, his back to the closet in which Pete was secreted, now looking for an ideal opportunity to get right out of the room. He figured that he could do it now, but the lock on the front door would likely make a loud noise as he closed it.

He waited a few more minutes and fortunately Brian roused himself up from the bed and adjourned to the bathroom, from where Pete could hear his boss peeing, having left the door open. 'Damn,' thought Pete, 'I still can't get away.'

Then, Sandy lifted herself carefully off the bed and Pete watched her walk gingerly -- obviously affected by the tenderness in her arse -- and she joined Brian in the bathroom.

"How's the time," asked Brian.

"Only about 10.30, how long does the session that Pete's at go for?"

"I told him he had to stay there until it finishes at 12.30 ... we've still got heaps of time."

Pete could now hear his wife peeing and he resented that she was allowing his boss the intimacy of being there with her while she peed ... an intimacy normally reserved for husbands and wives.

"And heaps of erection too, it seems," Sandy added, "you must still be taking that Viagra."

'Viagra, so that's his secret to staying hard,' picked up Pete. Although he could not see into the bathroom from his vantage point, he could assume from their words that Brian must be standing in there facing Sandy while she sat on the toilet, peeing.

"Oh damn, your touch feels good," Brian said, emotion evident in his voice and Pete assumed that his wife must actually be fondling Brian's remaining hard-on in front of her while she sat on the toilet seat.

"Would you like me to suck on it too?" offered Sandy.

'What, is there anything my wife won't do with this man?' pondered Pete.

"Sounds like a top idea," said Brian in reply and Pete heard the shower turned on, causing the man to add, "Coming in."

"Sure will," was Sandy's response over the sound of the toilet cistern flushing. He waited for a moment longer, then assuming that both were under the water of the shower, he pushed open the closet door and stepped out into the hotel room he was sharing with his wife. Putting his cock back into his pants, he noted the bathroom door was still open, but the shower was around the corner in the bathroom, so he could escape unseen.

Pete took one long lingering look at the hotel bed, the sheets scattered untidily from the frantic events of the past 90 minutes that he had just watched. Then he opened the door into the hallway and left his hotel room with the continuing sounds of his wife again moaning in pleasure from the shower ringing in his ears. Chapter 8

Pete wandered aimlessly around the hotel grounds for a while, his brain trying to process the information that came from what he had just witnessed. Sandy seemed to be an extremely willing participant in the sexual relationship with Brian. How had it started? Did she begin it as revenge for what he had done with the 18-year-old granddaughter in his previous job? Or was she doing it simply for her own sexual needs? Did he not satisfy her? Was she seriously hooked? Could she give up Brian when he confronted her later today, or would this be the end of their relatively short marriage?

He meandered on with little purpose, finding himself in the swimming pool area, and feeling very overdressed in comparison to all of the minuscule costumes and tanned bodies. A voice calling his full name, "Peter, Peter," stopped him abruptly and he turned to look from where it came, curious because only one person in recent times consistently addressed him as Peter. Not only that, it was the inflection in the way it was said.

Sure enough, the beautiful young blonde woman in the briefest of bikinis that was addressing Pete was indeed that sexy vixen, Stephanie, whose naughty exploit in his office had got him fired when her grandfather (Pete's previous boss) had come running in and caught them fucking.

"Stephanie, fancy seeing you here," said Pete, turning to walk over to stand alongside the sun lounge on which she lay in a tiny bikini, her top of two tiny triangles barely concealing the nipples let alone the abundant twin mounds of this precocious 18-year-old. "How did you get to come to something like this ... I mean, a business convention?"

"Grandpa invited me, and he let me bring along my best friend."

"Oh yes, I saw you both with him at the dinner on Friday night."

"Did you, I didn't see you. Why didn't you come over to say hello?"

"Well, you actually stopped by my table, and your grandfather was talking to my boss. But considering the circumstance, in which I left your grandpa's company, I hardly felt it was appropriate to talk to you. It could have been awkward if you or he had told my current boss the reason that I left."

"Oh dear, yes, that was awkward, wasn't it? I wasn't very nice to you, was I? I'm surprised that you're even talking to me, Peter."

There it was, that sexy way she rolled his full christian name off her seductive pouty lips that so turned him on, back then and even now.

"Why did you do it, Stephanie? Did you hate me that much?" As Pete spoke to her, he couldn't stop his eyes from momentarily roaming over those barely concealed breasts and down over the rest of her near-naked body. At her pubis and crotch, again the material was next to nothing and she obviously still shaved down there ... not a stray curly one in sight or creeping from under the tiny bikini bottom.

"No, not at all ... I couldn't hate you. You were fun, all those months that I used to come by your office and tease you ... my God, that was awesome, you were awesome. That was so much fun! No, I still don't know why I did it. Just some crazy teenage thing! Of course, I never expected it to end the way it did."

"How could it not, Stephanie? There was me humping the boss' granddaughter on my office desk, no wonder he fired me."

"I just didn't think it through. I was being silly, I didn't think you'd actually go ahead and fuck me, even though I took my panties off and exposed my pussy to you by sitting up on your desk."

"Stephanie, you underestimated the power of exposing a hot young woman's pussy to a male under 60. You were coming on to me and I had to have you."

"I just wanted to tease you, like I'd been doing for months, only I took it a bit further. I really thought you would control yourself, but suddenly it got out of hand. When you spun me around and pushed me face down and took me from behind, I think I felt like it wasn't romantic any more, you were just using my body to get off inside of me. So on the spur of the moment, I clicked grandpa's intercom button. I suppose I thought I'd show you, teach you a lesson to respect me. But I never dreamed that he would fire you. I didn't pause to think about the consequences. I'm sorry Peter, I felt so terrible afterwards."

"I'm glad you did."

"So what are you doing here now, you look a bit overdressed for the pool?"

"Oh, I should have been at a couple of conference sessions, but instead I've just watched my current boss fucking my wife."

"What? Man, that sounds huge ... how did you do that? Did they just get down and do it in front of you?"

"No, not quite ... oh well, sort of. I had my suspicions, so instead of going to the conference sessions that my boss insisted I should attend, I hid in the closet in my hotel room and watched my boss come in and fuck my wife."

"And what did your wife do? Did she just let him? Did she encourage him? Shit, do you think she's done it with him before? That wasn't their first time was it?"

"From the way they were talking, I'd say they had already done it a couple of times."

"Man, how did you feel? I mean it could be exciting, I like watching sex scenes in movies, but if it's your boyfriend, or in your case, your wife ... shit, how did it make you feel, did you feel like a voyeur watching them do it? Were you jealous ... from the way you looked walking by, I'd say it could have really hurt you."

"Yes, it did hurt, I have to admit ... but..." Pete paused, unsure whether he should be unburdening himself to a teenager -- and not just any teenager, but the one who got him fired from his last job.

"What Peter?" she said his name just the way she always had ... it always had some kind of magic appeal to him.

"Well ... I'm a bit embarrassed to admit it but I ... err, I did get hard watching them do it."

"Oh Peter, that's awesome ... I'd love to watch. I mean, watch somebody that I really liked doing it. My girlfriend and I have watched each other do stuff, but not full-on fucking, just blow jobs and stuff. So what are you going to do ... or have you already done it? Did you leap out of the closet and shout at your boss, 'Get your cock out of my wife?' ... did you, eh?"

"No I didn't ... I waited until they went to take a shower together and then I slipped out of the room. I am going back to confront my wife soon."

"So you didn't want to confront the boss too ... I mean Peter, he was the fucker, he was the man sticking his cock into your wife's pussy. Shouldn't you be having it out with him?"

This teenager was wise beyond her 18 years. 'Yes, she was right,' thought Pete, 'why hadn't I plucked up the courage to tell him to go and fuck someone else's wife. Probably because I was scared of losing another well-paid job ... that has to be the reason, if the truth were known.'

"Yes, you're probably right, I should have, but I didn't ... and now I have to go back and face up to telling my wife to get her shit together and behave like a married woman."

"Peter," my name purred off her tongue, "that can wait. I know I don't deserve another chance with you after what I did, but it sounds to me that you could do with a little Stephanie therapy after what you've just been through." She stretched her hand up from the sun lounge and took hold of his. "How would you like to come up to my room now, perhaps I could make up just a little for what I did to you. I promise that I won't call grandpa this time. How about it, what do you think? You're obviously horny after what you watched up in your room, because your eyes haven't stopped checking out my tits and my pussy since you got here. I'd like for you to have them both, Peter."

Pete was stunned speechless, at last his eyes really did zoom in on Stephanie's eyes that he had avoided almost constantly since he walked over to her sun lounge. Yes, she was right, his eyes hadn't stopped checking out the teenager's prized assets, even though they were partly obscured by the tiny bikini that she wore, probably only to remain decent in the pool area.

"What's wrong, Peter, cat got your tongue?" she laughed, "or should that be pussy got your tongue? Ooh, doesn't that sound nice ... I think I'd like that, your tongue in my pussy. Would you like that Peter?"

Pete's cock stiffened in his pants as he stood above her, still holding her hand and stumbling to get out an answer, "Err ... yes, yes I would, but when?"

"What's wrong with now, Peter? No time like the present. I was getting a bit hot down here anyway, so how about now? Let me just get wet first ... real wet, Peter." With that, Stephanie rose up off the sun lounge and Pete watched in awe as she walked over to the pool edge and dived gracefully into the water. She swam several strokes across and back and then she was lifting her curvaceous body up out of the pool. Pete could see most men within a radius of 50 feet of her checking out her body.

Stephanie strode purposefully up next to Pete and reached her hand out, "Can you hand me my towel please Peter?"

He looked down at the towel that she had been lying on, he could still see the indentation that the curves of her body had left in it while she was lounging. He picked it up and handed it to her. Instead, she took a hold of his hands, forcing him to hold the towel up high, above her head and she backed into it, allowing him to wrap the towel around her wet body.

She turned her head to look back at him, "Hold me tight please Peter, show all these boys around here that you're my man at this moment."

It was such a nice warm gesture by the 18-year-old to make him feel good and Pete wrapped his arms possessively around the towel that now covered her from neck to knees. She stood her ground, allowing his hands to take a towel-covered breast in each, leaning back into him. "Ooh, is that you I can feel back there?" she teased, wriggling her arse against his now solid erection. "Come on, we better go and use that!"

Pete picked up her room key that lay beside an empty cocktail glass on a table beside the sun lounge. Together, they walked along the promenade of the pool deck, Stephanie reaching out to take his hand in hers. He felt proud alongside a beautiful young woman that was being ogled by every nearby male.

When they got to the elevator, she turned to Pete, "That was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yeah!" he agreed and they rode up to the 3rd floor. She led the way down the hall and stopped at a room at the end of the corridor. "Wow, is this a suite or something?" he asked as she opened the door and he got to see the size of the interior from the doorway.

"Yes it is, grandpa spared no expense. He says it's all tax deductible."

They walked into a living area that had to be double the size of the room he and his wife had. There were two doors leading off that Pete assumed must be separate bedrooms. "How many staying in here?"

"Just my bestie and me."

"Where's your grandfather?"

"Oh, he's up on the next floor, he wanted a suite too and they only have one per floor. I don't mind him being up there because he can't keep an eye on me. Hey, do you want a drink? You have to have what's in the bar here because they won't let me order my own booze from room service. Still there's a pretty good selection."




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 02



Stephanie poured herself vodka with ice and she got a cold beer out of the fridge for Pete. He didn't know when to make a move, or even if he should make it. Since this was her suggestion, Pete thought that after the last time with her, maybe he should wait to let her lead the way.

She discarded her towel on the floor and they sat on a sofa, she in her bikini and Pete fully dressed still, facing the open balcony door through which a pleasant sea breeze kept them cool. "I wonder where Rachel can be," mused Stephanie.

"Rachel, who's Rachel?"

"My bestie, we went to school together, we're having a gap year this year, then we'll possibly go to the same college. God, we almost lost our virginity at the same time. We've done heaps of stuff together all through our teenage years."

Almost on cue, Pete heard a sound behind him and turned to see this gorgeous redhead, of about the same age as Stephanie, appear from out of one of the bedrooms. "I thought I heard voices," greeted the redhead.

Pete thought she looked like an angelic vision drifting across the room, clad only in a soft Muu Muu, a loose Hawaiian dress normally of thicker material, although this one was almost sheer and ended mid-thigh. At first, it appeared to Pete that she had nothing underneath it, but then she came around to stand in front of the couple on the sofa, with the open balcony door and sunlight behind her. Pete could make out brief panties -- but no bra -- on her silhouetted figure.

"Hi Steph, how was the pool?" Rachel leaned forward and kissed her best friend flush on the lips, delighting Pete, sitting so close to Stephanie. Although he expected it to be a chaste hello kiss, he detected some tongue between the two girls and that excited him.

"Great, got a bit more tan, see!" She held her arms out for Rachel to admire. "Rach, this is Peter, we go way back to when I was 17."

"Idiot, that was only earlier this year," said Rachel, "it's hardly way back." The redhead held out her hand to Pete, "Hi Peter, pleased to meet you, so how do you know my best friend?"

"Don't ask him, he won't tell you the real story. Peter is the poor guy who lost his job because he dared to fuck me on my 18th birthday when I came on to him in his office."

"Oh, I remember that story. Oh Steph, you were a bit of a bitch, weren't you?" Then, turning to Pete, "So Peter, you're that guy ... and you're still talking to her ... man, you are a forgiving guy."

"Oh Rach, he's cool! I brought him up here to give him a fuck, I figure I owed it to him ... plus he's just watched his wife get fucked by his boss. How sad is that? Doesn't that make you want to cry for him ... or maybe put out for him?" The blonde giggled and Pete couldn't tell whether her question was serious.

"Yeah, that is sad, but why do you look at me when you say that? Do you want me to put out for him too?"

"Well Rach, now you mention it, I would. I thought it would be cool for him to have us both, maybe we could put on one of our little shows to cheer him up ... what do you think?"

Pete picked up on the words, 'one of our little shows' and was curious just what that meant. The barely clad redhead, Rachel stood there in front of him, back-lit by the sunlight behind her, Pete's cock stiffening with Stephanie close beside him, her bare thigh pressed against his, skin on skin.

"Oh yeah, I guess so, he's kind of cute -- and handsome too," then turning to Pete, she added, "but understand that I don't just put out for any guy. You're special because Steph recommended you and because she treated you like shit on her birthday."

Stephanie's hands came across to Pete's lap and he watched spellbound as she unzipped him. "Lift!" she commanded and Pete raised his arse up off the sofa so that the blonde alongside him could drag his slacks over his legs and down to his ankles.  

He now sat in his underpants and Hawaiian shirt only with Rachel dropping to her knees in front of him to pull off his shoes and socks. Both girls could see the shape of his impressive boner that stood upright, tenting his underpants.

Now Stephanie was unbuttoning his colourful shirt and quickly that was gone too. Rachel said, "Lift again!" and this time as he did as he was told, he felt the foxy redhead's hands grasp the waistband of his underpants and pull them free of his hard-on, leaving him naked on the sofa.

Pete was 16 years older than these girls but they were dealing with him like seasoned pros. He wondered if the two had teamed up to seduce a guy ever before. Beside him on the sofa, Stephanie, still in her tiny bikini, asked her friend kneeling on the floor in front of Pete, "So who's going first ... do you want first lick?"

Rachel smiled sweetly up at both of them, "I'll do it," and with that she brought her head forward toward his erection and Pete watched in awe as the redhead opened up those beautiful wet red lips and closed them over the tip of his cock-head. His whole body shuddered when he felt her hot tongue lick right up the underside of his erect shaft.

From beside him, Stephanie half turned toward him and whispered in his ear, "Is it good, is she doing it right? I'll bet you'd rather have me doing it for you?"

Breathlessly, Pete struggled to answer, "It's good, great in fact!" as he struggled to maintain some control over his rampant libido as the redhead dipped her head lower to take the tip of his shaft all the way in to the back of her mouth. 'How can she do that without gagging?' pondered Pete.

Just as he was considering whether he could afford to succumb to this beautiful 18-year-old redhead's blow job and deliver his cum to her and still be able to recover to fuck one or both of them, Pete felt her mouth slip off his cock.

"Aahhh no!" he muttered and his hips humped and his arse lifted up off the sofa in pursuit of the redhead's magic mouth. But even as Rachel settled back on her haunches to watch, Pete caught sight of Stephanie's head dropping across into his lap and then a new tongue was licking, and new lips were closing over his cock-head.

"Who does it better?" asked Rachel, giggling and bringing her hands up to run them through her best friend's long blonde tresses while the girl's head bobbed up and down on Pete's shaft.

Diplomatically, Pete told the young nymphs, "Aahhh yes ... you each do it a bit differently ... oh God, but I get the same result. With both of you, I just want to cum."

Just as Pete was deciding that in the interests of preserving his erection, he would have to stop the chain blow job that he was receiving, Stephanie pulled her head up and slid her mouth off, leaving his very wet, very hard shaft to bob about crazily in its excitement.

As great as both had been, Pete was relieved to get some respite so he could regain control over the activity within his balls. He wanted to experience the fuck that they had each promised. But as Stephanie rested her head on his thighs, Rachel leaned forward between his knees and began passionately kissing her best friend, open mouth to open mouth.

'Every man's fantasy,' thought Pete, watching close-up the bisexual action happening right in his lap, their heads moving around from the activity, causing Stephanie's long hair to keep brushing against his straining erection.

Pete rested his left hand on Stephanie's bare back ... then taking the initiative as he saw this turning into an orgy, he brought his right hand across and the fingers from both hands together worked to unclasp her bikini bra top. As the clasp in back parted and the straps slipped off her shoulders, her full breasts cascaded forward. Pete slipped each hand around Stephanie -- one under her prone body and the other over the top - grasping a bountiful mound in each palm.

Pete's hard-on jerked in response to the sight of the two girls tongue kissing deeply, their heads laying across his thighs as his hands fondled Stephanie's breasts and his fingers squeezed and pinched her nipples. Clear pre-cum oozed from the tip of his erection.

Rachel eventually was the one to break the girl-on-girl kiss, moving her face across Pete's thigh until her mouth pushed at his hand that held one of her friend's breasts, "Can I have this one?" she asked him so politely. His left hand gave up its caressing of Stephanie's left breast as Rachel took over with lips and tongue and teeth.

Pete heard Stephanie gasp loudly when Rachel kicked her arousal up a notch, replacing his hand with her lips. Pete wanted to get at Rachel's breasts too but she still sat on the floor and while her head was in his lap, the rest of her body was out of his reach. He looked for what body part his left hand could now reach to remain involved. Since Stephanie had started out sitting alongside him before dropping her head to his lap, most of her body was still curled up on the sofa alongside him ... and much of her was within his reach.

He touched Stephanie's bare back again, starting just below her neck, then ran his fingers softly down, tracing her spine into the narrowness at her waist then spreading out over her expansive arse. His left hand touched her arse through the material of her bikini bottom, then slipped to the inside of her bikini, feeling the smooth slope of her arse cheeks. He heard Stephanie whimper at his touch and she pushed her arse back toward him, like she was seeking a more intimate connection with him.

An image of his wife Sandy wriggling her arse seductively under the intimate touch of his boss Brian penetrated his thoughts. Having been previously rebuffed by his wife when attempting to touch her there, he was unfamiliar with probing a woman's arse, but he had seen -- to his surprise -- how much Sandy appeared to like it when Brian did it. He moved his fingers deeper below her bikini bottom, toward the cleavage of Stephanie's arse cheeks, sliding them down into the cleft, pleased to see that the 18-year-old didn't retract. Rather, she pushed her arse back toward his probing fingers and he continued to slide them along her crack until he touched, then circled, her wrinkly little rosebud.

"Ummm!" she murmured but Pete was unsure whether the pleasure she was expressing came from his caressing her anal ring or from Rachel sucking on her left nipple. Maybe it was both. Lying in his lap, Stephanie turned her face to look up at Pete, "If you can make that finger wet, you can stick it in my arse if you want."

Pete must have looked slightly confused, his eyes began looking around. Stephanie assumed that he was searching for something wet to dip his fingers in. "Bring them here," she said and he pulled his hand from between her arse cheeks and moved them to her upturned face, holding them in front of her mouth. She used her tongue to lick his middle finger all around and suggested, "Try that now."

Wet from her saliva, he moved it back and slipped it once more between the cheeks of her arse, finding her wrinkled anus easily with her knees and arse bent. He gently pushed at the tiny opening, searching for a way in. This was all new to Pete.

"A bit firmer, push there, right there," the 18-year-old helped and Pete did as he was instructed and felt her sphincter relent and the tip slide up inside her warmth. "Ummm!" she murmured appreciatively and he watched her eyes looking up at him warmly. "More, give me more," she urged when he stopped at the first joint, so Pete pressed his digit in deeper, getting to the second knuckle, but fearful of hurting her. "Now slide it in and out," she suggested and he did, enjoying the look of pleasure that came across her face.

Rachel hadn't let up on her suckling of Stephanie's nipple all this time so the blonde was deriving her pleasure from two sources. But seeing what Pete was now doing, Rachel stuck out her free hand and slid it into the front of Steph's bikini bottoms, finding the girl's clitoris and working on arousing it the way only another young woman would know. Now the blonde had digital attention at both entry/exit points in her lower body.

Pete watched the delirium in Stephanie's eyes that were now half closed as she absorbed the mounting pleasure from fingers at her anus (Pete's) and clit (Rachel's) plus Rachel's mouth devouring one nipple. It took barely a minute more for the blonde to be caught up in a feverish explosion as a big O racked her body, her pelvis humping and her head twisting from side to side from the sensations.

As Steph came down from her intense orgasm, all grew quiet in the hotel suite. Then Rachel rose up above Pete and the blonde, saying "Come on sleepy head, I thought that we were going to give Pete here a good time, and you're hogging all the action."

"Ummmm, that was so great, guys, thank you both." The blonde rolled her body around so that she was now on her back on the sofa, her head still in Pete's lap. Turning her head to face his cock, she pulled the hard-on down to meet her lips and once more sucked him into her wet mouth.

"Oh God girls, that's so nice, but if you two keep taking turns to do that, I'm gonna cum real quick."

Rachel reached down and literally pulled Stephanie's head off Pete's straining cock, "Come on Steph, he's right, a guy can only take so much of that. Move aside, let me have a turn now."

Reluctantly, Stephanie pulled herself up to sit alongside Pete once more on the sofa and Rachel lifted up her muu muu and pulled it up over her head, revealing her beautiful naked breasts. Then she grasped a hold of her panties and slid them down her legs. Spreading her legs wide, she moved forward onto the sofa, placing her knees on either side of Pete's hips. This brought her good parts down to hover above his rampant erection.

Using the fingers on one hand to spread her labia lips, she lowered herself down until Pete felt the heat from the wet insides of her vulva sliding around the tip of his cock. The wetness was substantial from both of them and Rachel had no trouble centring the opening of her vagina over his cock-head. Then for Pete, the exquisite sensation of the heat of her sliding down over his shaft until his cock was totally enclosed within her tight passage.

"How's that, is that nice?" she asked, the redhead's face directly in front of his.

"Oh God, nice doesn't describe it ... Rachel, it's fucking fantastic, you are so wet and so tight."

"Good, I'm glad you like being inside me. Now just be patient, don't move, just absorb the feelings." Then she leaned forward and kissed him, her mouth immediately opening for a passionate melding of their lips and their tongues. All this time, Stephanie, whose idea it was to bring him up to the suite for a fuck, sat patiently alongside Pete, one arm draped around his shoulder affectionately.

Pete felt he was in some sort of sexual heaven. But then it got even better when the long kiss finally came to an end and Rachel pulled her head back two feet away from his, her eyes watching the look on his face intently. Then Pete felt her body rising up, releasing her hold over his vertical cock inch-by-inch ever so slowly. When she had lifted so high up that only his cock-head was still caught inside her, she smiled warmly at him and then, with their eyes locked, she slid her body back down over his cock shaft until his pubic hair was tickling her shaved pubis.

Rachel repeated this move again and again over the next few minutes, but the strokes within her tight vagina were so deliberately slow that he was able to hold himself in check. Stephanie had been desperate to get involved too and with Rachel sitting upright on Pete's cock, she was able to bring her head around between them and begin tongue-kissing Pete with incredible passion. He couldn't believe his good fortune with two young nymphs bringing him the ultimate pleasure.

With Rachel's tight vagina sliding up and down over his cock shaft and Stephanie's tongue wrestling with his, Pete's arousal was getting up into dangerous Richter-scale proportions. Maybe the blonde knew that too. Suddenly she pulled her lips away from Pete's and turned her head around to bring those same lips to Rachel's breasts.

Now Pete was entertained by the look on the redhead's face as her pleasure came from both the blonde's mouth on her nipples and Pete's hard-on pushing constantly up inside her. She upped the pace of the fucking and her breathing told Pete that she was heading for the ultimate pleasure. He struggled to hold on to his own, watching and participating in this orgy of lust.

The room was becoming noisy with heavy breathing with none of the three willing to let up for one moment. Pete was struggling to hold back his release but with Rachel calling the shots, controlling the pace of their fuck, he was very much in her hands. Her intensity was being controlled as much by Stephanie whose mouth ducked and weaved, switching from one nipple to the other, knowing just how to draw the most excitement from her bestie's body.

Pete could feel the cum bubbling up from within his balls. He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, but to his good fortune, neither could Rachel and the redhead suddenly climaxed in front and on top of him. Just as well he was on the verge because her movements stopped abruptly and her body collapsed in a heap, held up only by Stephanie whose mouth had been relentless in helping to drive the redhead over the top.

Rachel's tight vagina pulsed and throbbed over Pete's rampant cock that was now spewing cum into her at a furious pace. Steph had stopped her devouring of Rachel's nipples when the redhead came and she was holding her friend upright so that Pete could enjoy his own release to the fullest within the redhead's tight human sheath.

When Pete had cum to the fullest and there was none remaining for him to spurt into the willing redhead, the blonde eased her friend down into a semi prone position on the sofa on the other side of Pete. "She's exhausted," said Stephanie of her friend, and then addressing Pete, "Did you enjoy that, was it good inside her. She claims guys say she's really tight, did you find that?"

"Oh God yes, almost like a vice, but she's so wet that it's really good. It's just all encompassing being inside that tight grip. It was hard to hold on for as long as I did, particularly after you two girls taking it in turns to suck me."

"You're a nice guy Pete, you deserved that. All three of us have cum now, but this was really about you. I wanted you to have a good time since your wife's giving you so much shit."

Stephanie mentioning his wife jolted Pete back to the reality of this day. "Oh damn, yes I've still got that to deal with, haven't I? For a few minutes, I managed to get lost in you girls and I forgot about Sandy and Brian. I wonder if they've finished yet. Brian may have even found out that I didn't attend the sessions and fire me."

"No, surely he wouldn't do that, he couldn't fire you. For God's sake man, the guy's fucking your wife, he could hardly fire you."

"Yeah I guess so. Look, thanks for bringing me up here, you two made me feel really good for just a little while. You've lifted my spirits, but I guess I better go now."

"Hey, not so soon, big guy. You haven't had me yet. It was my idea in the first place, Rachel just joined in and she got your first cum."

"Hey, that's a good thought, but I don't think I'm capable. I mean, I've just cum now inside Rachel and I did ... err, earlier when I was in the closet in my room, I did fire one off while I was watching the pair of them go at it."

"What?" exclaimed Stephanie, "you dirty pervert, wanking while your wife gets it from your boss. Hey, you are a case, aren't you?"

"Yes, I don't know why, but somehow -- even though it was my beautiful wife that I was watching get fucked -- I got really turned on by it."

"Well Peter, do you think that we can get you up one more time, just for you to pleasure little Steph?"




Power Can Be An Aphrodisiac Ch. 02



"God Stephanie, you're hardly little. Great breasts, fabulous body. I'd really love to if I can. I still remember fucking you that first time on my desk. Shit, I really lost it, I couldn't control myself, you are such a fox."

"I hope that's a good thing, Peter."

"Yes it is."

"Well, how about we take a few minutes for you to recover from your quick little fuck with Rachel and then you and I will really get it on together."

And they did. It took Pete about a half-hour but with Stephanie doing all sorts of sensual things with her body in front of Pete, together they watched his erection grow again until soon it was at full strength. Rachel too was awake once more.

"Let's take it to the bedroom," suggested the blonde and Pete led the way. Stephanie hung back for a few words with Rachel. Pete didn't notice that they appeared to be plotting something, he was just so eager to get inside Stephanie once more. The two girls picked up his trousers, went through his pockets and found his room key. They wanted the number.

As instructed by Stephanie, Rachel picked up the phone and called Pete's room, talking quietly to Sandy. "Your husband's pretty upset at what you did with his boss this morning. I think you need to make amends with him. Come to Room 312 now!" then she hung up.

Pete wasn't aware of any of this, Stephanie had already followed him into the bedroom and joined him on the huge bed, wrapping her body around his seductively. Rachel intended to join them, but first, under instruction from her friend, she left their room key in the outside lock of their room door and stuck a note to the door that read, 'Sandy come in.'

By the time Rachel joined the other two in one of the bedrooms, Stephanie was already on her back, her legs wide apart and Pete was bent over, licking her toward a throbbing climax. Rachel clambered onto the bed and then sat beside the couple, watching.

After the blonde had cum and her breathing settled again, she looked over to her friend, asking, "All done?"

Rachel nodded, "Yeah!"

Pete had moved his head up from between Stephanie's thighs and now with cock in hand, was just adjusting his body above hers, preparing to enter the blonde. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing other than you getting that hard cock of yours into me now," said Stephanie, pushing her body forward so that his cock-head made sweet succulent contact with her vaginal opening. The wet heat from the connection was enough for Pete to forget about expecting an answer to his question. He pushed forward and his cock-head was sucked into her tight passage.

"Is she as tight as me?" queried the redhead like it was some sort of contest. Maybe it was to them.

"Oh God yes," muttered Pete expressively, obviously soaking up the sensations of her body as he pushed forward into the blonde. Pete looked down on Stephanie's face, watching to see her expression, hoping to see that she was enjoying him. He couldn't believe his incredible luck to have her a second time and to have had this brief orgy with these two bombshells that had helped to temporarily erase the nightmare of seeing Brian fucking his beautiful wife.

Pete was fully up inside the blonde now and was settling into a rhythm. He liked the look on her face that told him that she was totally into what he was doing with her. Then to his surprise, Rachel shuffled around them on her knees and got up directly in front of Pete's head, facing him, her body lowering to straddle Steph's head. The blonde knew immediately what her friend wanted and slid her tongue up to meet the lowering vulva of the redhead. Pete had needed to lift his head up from above Stepahnie's to give Rachel room to slide her body up over the blonde's face. Now he was able to take one of Rachel's breasts in his mouth without missing a beat in his hard thrusts into Stephanie.

The pace and the heat built within that bedroom and there was a lot of gasping and moaning and heavy breathing. Suddenly, above all of the sensual sounds, a woman's voice shrilly screamed out, "What in hell's going on in here?"

They all heard it, the two girls on the bed knew who it would be, but Pete, lost in the excitement and the heat of this wild menage a trois, wasn't sure. It actually sounded to him a bit like Sandy, but he didn't want to stop what he was doing. Then the voice called out again from the doorway behind the three on the bed. "Stop this now, Pete get off those women, what do you think you're doing?"

This time Pete could identify that the voice behind him was his beautiful wife Sandy ... he would know her voice anywhere. But what was she doing in here? How did she get here? Had Stephanie set him up again? More important, what should he do? He was feeling so good with his cock, rampant again, driving firmly and strongly into the tight vagina of the blonde beneath him, not to mention what his mouth was doing to the redhead who sat upright in front of him. He was well on the way to a big finish and was reluctant to stop this activity, even to save his marriage.

Stephanie couldn't say a thing, her lips were mashed down by her bestie's vulva, her tongue painting across the redhead's clit. Rachel took it upon herself to become the spokesperson. "Don't stop, nobody stop! And you Sandy, shut the fuck up, you've done enough to hurt Pete today, so just stand there and get an eyeful." Then looking down at the man who was furiously sucking on her breasts (not to mention fucking her friend), she added, "Keep going Pete, we're not stopping for anything, its time this cheating bitch got a bit of her own back."

Sandy gave a fearful look of contempt back at the redhead who was the only one of the three on the bed who could actually see her standing there in the doorway. On the bed in front of her, she could see her husband's back, bent upward so that his mouth could suckle on the breasts of the redhead who sat on the face of the blonde that he was busy fucking. It was weird for her to watch her beloved Pete's arse, rippling as his pelvis thrust forward time and time again, pushing the cock she couldn't see -- but knew the feel of so well -- into the blonde beneath him. 'Who are these girls, they look quite young? Where did he meet them and why is he doing this?' pondered Sandy, now forced to stand and watch by Rachel's harsh tongue-lashing.

Then as the action on the bed rose to a crescendo of panting and heavy breathing with much major cumming anticipated, Sandy suddenly realised that one of these girls would be the 18-year-old granddaughter and the other her friend. Pete had pointed them out to her at the dinner on the first night in Hawaii. She had come to this room when she got that weird phone call that spooked her out because the caller inferred that her husband now knew about her affair with Brian. 'How could he have found out? Surely Brian wouldn't say anything,' pondered Sandy as she watched her husband being the centre of attention with these two young women.

The redhead was first to cum, her sounds were loud and so obvious and she was getting the treatment from two erogenous points. Rachel's gasping pants peaked, her upright body shuddered ... she was able to hold there only for a moment as the throbbing pulses of delightful pleasure swept through her and then she collapsed backward. She fell away out of the reach of Pete's sucking lips and off of her bestie's swirling tongue. She flopped across the pillows at the very top of the bed and her thighs twitched and her lower body humped as the big O pounded through her.

Pete was now able to straighten his back, lying full-length along Stephanie and kissing her just before her orgasm hit and she humped and rocked beneath him in the throes of pulsing excitement. Only a few more hard driving strokes from Pete and then he too gave the obvious signs of cumming, his arse cheeks indenting with the spasming release of his cum into the willing 18-year-old blonde beneath him.

Gradually, as the enthusiastic sexual trio came down from their respective sensual highs, the room grew silent. Sandy still stood by the doorway to the room. She had arrived at the suite after being summoned by Rachel, then turned the key and entered cautiously after reading the note on the room door left specifically for her. Finding nobody in the main lounge area of the suite, she followed the frenzied sounds of sexual activity, drawn to this bedroom. She had stood riveted to the spot, transfixed by the sight of her husband in wild sexual abandon on the bed and driven to silence by the redhead's harsh words.

On the bed, Stephanie took a hold of the head of the man lying on top of her, still connected within her. She brought his face down and kissed him passionately. "Oh Pete, that was wonderful, that was everything I wanted from you that first time in your office. I feel fantastic, you are a great lover."

Pete wasn't sure how much of her words were the expression of her genuine feelings and how much might be Stephanie's way of giving his wife a poignant message. Whatever, he loved the attention from this sexual nymphet so much younger than himself. He hadn't turned around yet so he had no idea whether his wife was even still standing behind him. 'There hasn't been another word from her, maybe she fled from the room unable to watch,' thought Pete.

Almost like she could read his thoughts, Pete heard Sandy's terse voice, "I'm still here Pete, have you got anything to say to me about what I have just been forced to watch? Was it your idea to bring me to this room so I could see the debauchery for myself?"

Before he could answer her, Stephanie's head appeared to the side from below Pete's outstretched body, addressing Sandy, "Now listen here you bitch, don't you come around here trying to be Miss Goody Two Shoes, Pete's told us everything you put him through."

The redhead joined in, "Yes, we haven't heard you being humble, apologising to Pete for screwing around behind his back."

"That's none of your business girls, but you two doing what I just had to watch with my husband is very much my business."

"What a fucking hypocrite," hollered Stephanie, craning her head out from under Pete's heavy body on her, "how long have you been cheating on him?"

"Girls, girls, stop all the name-calling, let me get a word in here," Pete at last took charge of the situation. Sandy watched as her husband's body lifted up on his arms and from her position, she could even see her husband's cock withdraw out of the young blonde, see the strands of his cum cling momentarily to her vaginal opening before he pulled clear. Then he rolled over and she could see his cock fully, still wet from the combined juices of he and the blonde. Then she could see her husband's creamy cum leaking from out between the girl's lewdly spread thighs.

His wife remained on the attack, considering it her best form of defence. "So he's going to be a man and speak for himself instead of hiding behind his young sluts." She still didn't know how much he might know of her activities with Brian, if indeed he really did. 'Maybe he just has suspicions,' thought Sandy.

"Watch your mouth bitch, careful who you call sluts," screamed Rachel from the top of the bed.

"Girls, girls, ease up, let me take care of this." Turning back to his wife, he said, "The party's over for you Sandy, I know everything, I watched you let Brian fuck you so don't come in here on your high horse and moralise with me. And by the way, I didn't bring you to this room, that must have been the girl's idea, but it was a good one, to let you see what it's like to watch the person you love doing it with someone else."

"Oh Pete, not just with someone else, for God's sake, you're in bed with two women," her voice lower now in volume, making one final attempt to accuse him as she began to realise that he knew about her affair with Pete's boss.

"The sex in this room only happened because of what you did with Brian, so you can switch off the accusations, apologise to these beautiful girls for calling them sluts and start explaining your own behaviour."

"Not in front of them, I won't discuss our private life in front of a couple of teenagers," Sandy was remaining defiant all the way to the end.

"Yes you will, we'll have it out here and now if you want to save our marriage. They're involved because they were caring enough to listen to my problems with you and your lying and cheating."

"So they helped your problem by letting you fuck them. How long has this been going on, how long have you been up here in this room?"

"Long enough for these two lovely girls to let me have them both, they were caring enough to see how beaten up I was by having watched you let Brian fuck you, and I heard enough too to know that it wasn't the first time you did it with him."

Sandy appeared to not have heard Pete the first time he mentioned his watching them, at least she hadn't reacted. But this time it sunk in, "What do you mean by watching us?"

"Exactly that, I watched you welcome him to our room, tease him, throw yourself at him. It was obvious who was the willing partner, there's no point in suggesting to me that he forced you, so forget that defence."

"How could you have watched us, you went downstairs to the conference sessions, you told me, Brian told me."

"You only thought I did, you never actually watched me leave the room. I was in the room the whole time ... well, at least until you two took a shower together, that's when I'd had enough, I slipped out."

"That's impossible, nobody could hide in a hotel room, I would have seen you."

"Sandy, you were so preoccupied with Brian, so intent on getting his cock into you that you failed to see me inside the closet."

"What ... oh shit, in the closet. God, could you hear everything too?"

"Of course I could, I saw and heard everything. It wasn't pretty honey, let me tell you."

Sandy stood there for a moment, thoughtful, possibly thinking back, reflecting on what she had done with Brian in front of her husband ... worse still, what words of endearment she may have uttered to Brian in her sexual delight. Tears formed and began to roll down her cheeks. She stood transfixed in the middle of the room, "Oh God, what have I done to you? Darling, I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."

For a moment, Pete left her alone in her sorrow, her regret, but then he actually felt compassion for his wife. Sure, she had hurt him badly, but she now appeared to have genuine remorse. He rose up from the bed and stepped toward her.

Stephanie called out to him, "Don't let her off the hook too easy Pete, it was a terrible thing she did to you."

Pete ignored the advice from the bed and took his wife into his arms and she sobbed against him. They stood there for fully 5 minutes, the two girls on the bed watching the couple in silence.

When at last Sandy's sobbing eased to an occasional whimper, she struggled to put the words together to explain her recent behaviour to her husband. "I know now that I should have told you about Brian right from the start, but I thought I could handle it myself. Now I know that I obviously couldn't. That first night at his party when I met Brian and Penny for the first time, I got set up by his wife. Pete, I was busting to go to the bathroom, but the main one was occupied and I was almost marking time on the spot in the hallway. Penny saw that and urged me to use their private en suite upstairs. She indicated that I wouldn't be disturbed because they kept it off limits to guests. But then when I had my dress hiked up and my panties down around my knees, Brian came in and before I knew what was happening, he was inside me. My God, he was so cool and very quick before I had a chance to realise what he was doing and push him away. Of course, I'd had a bit to drink too."

"So what you're saying is he virtually raped you?"

"Well darling rape is a strong word, he didn't hurt me, but he sure as hell forced himself on me."

"Why didn't you tell me afterward? I recall being out and around the grounds searching for you, I'm surprised that you didn't tell me what he had done when I eventually found you."

"I should have, I know that now."

"That would have been the free pass I promised you after I made that mistake with Stephanie at my old job."

Stephanie pricked up her ears at the mention of her name, "A mistake, is that what you said? Was I a mistake, Peter? I don't think that's very fair, you didn't seem to be thinking it was a mistake while you had me bent over your desk, sticking it to me."

"Yes alright Stephanie, I'm sorry, forgive me, but I'm working on my marriage here. It was great to get to fuck you then -- and now -- but let's face it, I was wrong to do that considering I was married. Okay?"

The blonde mumbled some sort of acceptance from the bed and Sandy continued, "If I had told you then, you might have got furious and done something aggressive or violent toward Brian and lost your job. Personally, I thought that I could handle it myself. But it turned out that I couldn't. Brian wasn't going to be content with just that once so a couple of weeks after, he called me again, said he wanted to come over during the day."

"What was your reaction to that, did you encourage him?"

Sandy was thoughtful for a moment, like she was studying the wording of his question before committing to an answer, then "What does encourage mean to you, does that mean did I say yes or did I just not stop him?"

"Sandy, it means did you want him to come over and fuck you and did you virtually tell him as much?"

"Oh!" then a pause while she considered her options.

"You obviously did by your silence, so are you hooked? Do you want him as much as me, if not more?"

"No, no, that's just it darling, I don't. I only viewed Brian as a bit of an adventure and I had managed to stop him. But here at the Airport when we arrived, he took me aside while we were waiting for our luggage and told me that he would arrange for you to be away at conference sessions for a few hours and that he was coming to my room to have me. It wasn't a request Pete, you know what he's like, it was an instruction."

"Yes he can be rather forceful, but you should have talked to me about it. No job is worth having this situation going on."

"But after the last time, I didn't think that you could be that lucky again to fall on your feet with another perfect job."

"So you were just going to grin and bear it ... for how long?"

"Well until today, I thought it was over, that I had it covered."

"You did kind of gloss over something."

"What's that darling?"

"Sandy, you were telling me about him calling you a couple of weeks after the party, but you didn't tell me what the outcome was. Did you agree to him coming over and did you want him to come?"

"Oh ... err ... well, yes."

"Yes what, you agreed or you wanted him to come, or is it yes to both?"

Sandy tightened her arms around her husband and pushed her face in against his bare chest. "It was both darling, I agreed for him to come over on a day that he would normally be going to golf, and I did want him to come."

"But why, wasn't I enough for you?"

"Darling, you were everything I could want, but when I thought back on how Brian had snuck up on me in his upstairs bathroom while I was taking a pee and how wild and frantic the sex was. I'd never had it like that before, he had me perched upright on the vanity, holding me up while he fucked hard up into me, and I even came in that awkward position. So while I have always been happy with you Pete, I just thought I could do with one whole day of that wild sort of sex."

"And did it live up to its expectation for you?"

"Oh yes, so many different positions and that was the first time ever I've had a man take me in my arse, and I have to admit darling that I loved it. I am keen for us to do it that way, but I didn't know how to ask you. It's not something a woman suddenly starts without a man motivating her."