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Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 01

By: The Big Bopper



This is not only a story of intense sexual activity, it's a story set in the reality of big business dealing with local government and the corruption that regularly occurs. Along the way, a woman offers her body to another man to help her husband's company. It goes on a lot, but I wouldn't want to be pressed to reveal the real names and places, so we will call it fiction for now. I accept that all 3 characters are legally corrupt, but beyond that, I think you'll find them to be likeable people.

The minority purists will rush to label it cuckolding and pour scorn on the story, but only because they don't want to accept that some misdemeanours do go on in the real life beyond their cloistered walls. I hope that the silent majority enjoy it for what it is.

* 

In a way, you could call Jerry Blake a self-made man. He had become a successful property developer. Well, why not? He wasn't very good at much else, so he took some chances investing his first wife's wealth in debatable opportunities. To the amazement of his friends, and his wife and her family, Jerry substantially increased her wealth. But he did it in such a way that his wife only got a 10% return on her funds. He skimmed off most of the profits, and it was that windfall that bankrolled him for the bigger and better deals he would go on to do.

His first wife was one of these women, born into wealth, who thought that once they had bagged a man, they could give up. She quickly discarded the bright, sexy persona that Jerry had fallen in love with. She doled out her sexual favours like they had been rationed and her appearance became frumpy. Along the way, Jerry tired of his sex-less first wife, so he divorced her. There was no other woman and he was content for a while to exist without a woman in his life. But then he met the vibrant, sexual Brittany and his life changed for the better. She was the complete opposite of what his first wife had become.

One of the greatest obstacles for property developers is the planning department at the local government level. These small-minded bureaucrats can hold up processing land rezoning and development applications for months, even years. Meanwhile, the developer needs to keep the projects rolling, so that his funds are not tied up in non-developing developments. He must have the next building project ready to start as the salesmen are selling off the previous homes or apartments or condos.

Once Jerry set his mind to how the property development business worked, he tapped into the way that this business was often done, to keep the approvals coming. Oh sure, it wasn't legal, but he soon found out that it was accepted practice in many developing regions. He discovered that these small-time bureaucrats had needs just like anybody else. But they all needed money to achieve their aims. Jerry decided he could help out there, once he had established who wielded the power. He had the money and they could do what he wanted ... give quick approvals for his projects.

John Reid was just one such official. He happened to be the Planning Manager for the biggest local government area in which Jerry's developments were largely based. Jerry had tapped into what John needed at one of their first meetings, and he had satisfied that by making on-going deposits of cash into John's bank account.

The trouble was that others had become suspicious of how John allowed certain projects to sail through the approval process while many others that weren't Jerry's were delayed for months and months. An employee at John Reid's banking institution tipped him off one day that police and tax investigators had sought access to his bank records. John was shattered that he had been found out and that the comfortable new lifestyle he had become accustomed to might be about to end. What's worse, if the authorities could prove anything, he could go to prison.

In a panic, John Reid called Jerry, who first up, advised him to calm down. Then, Jerry quickly suggested that they not discuss this on the phone. Jerry deduced that if the authorities were checking John's bank account, then they could also be tapping phones. It all depended on how much they already knew.

Jerry arranged to meet John downtown and amid the traffic noise, they talked through John's nervousness. Jerry agreed that he would have to cease making the bank deposits, but he assured John that he would compensate him for his efforts in other ways. Jerry didn't know what that would be just yet, but there had to be a way around it.

When Jerry arrived home that afternoon to his palatial riverside mansion, built on the profits of his property development deals, his new bride was eagerly waiting for him. Brittany and Jerry had married just three months ago, finally putting an end to that loveless first marriage that had bankrolled him into his property deals, but had yielded little else to recall fondly.

Jerry had a fleeting thought that maybe his first wife was behind the investigation that had John Reid so worried. Jerry didn't intend to burden the beautiful Brittany with his current problem. She greeted him in tight white shorts that promoted her great butt, a short colourful halter top, the bottom hem of which couldn't get anywhere near the shorts due to the 36c breasts of the short-haired redhead.

He gazed admiringly at the long legs, the perfect figure, the striking flame of red hair. How lucky was he to meet a young woman like this. She was 33, how was it that she hadn't been snapped up before this? Brittany admitted to having lived with a couple of different guys through her twenties, but had never previously felt the urge to go ahead and marry anyone.

Jerry had been cautious. He was in his mid forties and he was curious what a striking young woman like this -- and over a decade younger - would see in him. He hoped that she wasn't just marrying him for his money. He had suggested a pre-nuptial agreement and she had willingly signed that she would make no claim to the wealth that he had accumulated before meeting her, if their marriage didn't last.

Brittany greeted him with his favourite alcoholic drink and they went out to sit on the sun-drenched patio that overlooked the pool before their land rolled down to the river's edge where their motor cruiser sat moored. Jerry reflected on how good his life had become, now complete with the beautiful Brittany in it. If only he could dismiss the nagging thoughts about John Reid and the investigators snooping around him. If his latest development didn't get John's tick of approval quickly, the business could be in deep trouble.

His new wife got up from her chair and came across to where Jerry was sitting. She eased her perfect rounded butt, encased in the tight white shorts, down onto his lap and draped an arm around his neck. She smelled real good ... the scent of a woman with an arousing perfume blending with her own bodily aroma.

"What's bothering you, Jerry?" she asked, having immediately tapped into the look of concern on his face.

Jerry tried initially to dismiss it, "Nothing ... it's nothing honey ... just work stuff."

"No Jerry, you deal fine with work stuff. This is something else, I can tell. Now what is it, darling?"

Resignedly, he gave a big sigh and began to unburden on his meeting downtown with John Reid. He had to explain to Brittany the way in which John had helped him so many times in getting developments through in a hurry. Jerry pondered whether his new wife would morally judge him for his previously dishonest practices. She seemed not to and took this revelation in her stride.

"So the dilemma seems to be that you can't give any more cash to John for a while ... and if you don't, he will stop granting the favours on your development approvals?"

"Yeah, that's right, honey." While he had thought of nothing else but this current hiccup to his business since talking to Reid a few hours ago, he was feeling soothed by the presence of his wife so close to him. And the feel of her magnificent butt, grinding around on his lap, was bringing his cock to life despite his gloomy thoughts.

"I think maybe you need a diversion, Jerry, something to take your mind off this problem for a while." With that, her fingers grasped the hem of her halter-top and raised it up and over her two magnificent 36-inch orbs that were completely unclad. She pushed her upper body forward and Jerry knew what they both wanted. His lips latched on to her closest nipple, and his tongue and teeth came into play, arousing them both very quickly.

His mouth alternated from one to the other, sucking and licking, his teeth occasionally grazing the tender stretched nipples. Her arse ground around more in his lap and his hard-on became uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers. She suddenly pulled back away from him, his mouth left open and gaping. She got to her feet in front of his chair and quickly unclasped the shorts. They were so tightly attached to her that gravity wouldn't make them fall. She had to push her thumbs into the waistband and shimmy them down over her hips.

Not only was she bra-less, she had no panties on either. Jerry saw the outer lips of her vulva already parted from the heat of her arousal, the pinky inner lining glistening from her abundant juices. He reached down and unzipped his trousers, pushing them down his thighs a little way, pulling his boxers down too and revealing his rampant erection.

"Ummm! That's what I need," she enthused and she placed her feet either side of his hips, as far back in the chair as she could. Her knees were up beside his chest and she lowered her near-naked body so that Jerry felt the tip of his cock suddenly enveloped in the wet heat of her body. Her folds totally clamped around his cock-head and they both moaned in unison.

The late afternoon sun blazed down on the newly-weds as Brittany sank her open body down over his vertical shaft. Their juices mingled within as she used the power of her thighs and calves to raise and lower her lower body up and down in a strong fucking motion that soon had them both gasping breathlessly in their heated passion.

Their patio was well obscured from all but one neighbour, but Jerry and Brittany were so absorbed in their frantic lovemaking that they were oblivious to whether the woman of the house next door may be able to see them. The sensual, sexual passion of their love cast away all other thoughts ... at least for now.

If they could indeed be seen, it was just a male, still mostly clothed, sitting in a chair facing the pool, while his beautiful red-haired near-naked wife sat in his lap facing him. Her body danced up and down on his rigid shaft, in an all too-familiar ritualistic movement of sex.

If the loud panting, gasping sounds from next door should draw their neighbour to her only window that overlooked Jerry and Brittany's patio, she would be just in time to see and hear the moment of release. The moment when both the man and the woman cried out their mutual orgasms and Brittany felt the heat of his discharge fired up within the friction heat of her vaginal passage.

The husband and wife collapsed interlocked on the one chair, their satisfaction complete, the intense pulsing and throbbing from each felt by both, so that they couldn't tell where one party's orgasm extended to and where the other's matched it. It didn't matter because neither was left wanting anything ... well, not for a little while at least.

Somehow, Jerry managed to lift himself and the weight of his wife, who still hung off his appendage, from out of the chair. He half carried her clinging body inside off the patio, and they adjourned to the bedroom where he collapsed with Brittany onto the bed. Within minutes, both were slumbering peacefully, their bodies wrapped together, their limbs still intertwined.

Just after 8pm, Jerry woke, and in trying to extricate himself from the clutch of his new wife's body, he woke her. "Ummm!" Brittany mumbled, "where are you going?"

"Sorry," he admitted, "I am busting for a piss. I'll be back!"

Minutes went by and Brittany thought Jerry was gone for longer than it would take him to piss, but when he returned, he had a food plate piled high with ham and chicken. "You hungry?" he asked.

"You betcha," she told him and the two tucked in to a bedtime snack.

When they had finished snacking, Jerry gave his wife a look that said sex was back on the agenda. Brittany took her cue and fell back on the bed, her legs wide and inviting, her arms spread, welcoming him to her body. Jerry dropped into the cradle of her naked and inviting body and fitted himself to his new wife. Unceremoniously, he plunged forward, sinking his hard cock firmly into her. She adjusted quickly, wrapping her legs around his and thrusting her own body back at his. They began a slow hard driving fuck ... it took a long while to reach completion, but that eventually left them both satisfied again.

Jerry was exhausted when he at last withdrew and he flopped down beside his beautiful red-haired wife. He could have slept again, but this time Brittany seemed to want to talk, so he forced himself to stay awake and alert. At first, the topic was just mundane household and work stuff. Then she suddenly switched the conversation and she got her husband's attention instantly.

"Jerry, you've never involved me in your work, I'd like to help with your problem. What can I do?"

"Help? Help with what?" asked Jerry apprehensively, having been so hopelessly distracted by their hot sex that he had already forgotten that he had unburdened himself to his wife in a weak moment a few hours ago.

"Help with keeping the local government guy on side for your DA approvals without paying him off in cash."

A look of concern spread across Jerry's face, "I should never have mentioned that, honey. I don't want you to worry, don't even give it another thought, it's my problem to sort out."

Undaunted by his put-off, Brittany continued, "Will it be a problem if you cannot get the next property deal approved for a few months."

Letting his guard slip again, Jerry confessed, "Without John Reid's help, it could take 12 months. All our money is tied up in that deal, twelve months would be disastrous for us. We could lose everything, I'm so hocked up on the deal."

"So it really is serious, Jerry?"

He didn't want to alarm her -- maybe he already had - but Jerry knew from the disasters of his first marriage that he needed to be up-front and truthful with his second wife. "Yeah," he finally admitted, "it's really serious. I don't stress out much, but this has got me real worried."

"Can I help?"

Jerry looked at his wife incredulously, "I appreciate you wanting to ... but what could you do?"

"You have been paying him money, right?

"Yes!" answered Jerry with a curious look on his face.

Her next comment rocked him, and she fired it back without hesitation, "Well, how about we substitute fucking for money ... I could seduce him."

Shocked, he shouted, "What?" his eyes wide open, his mouth too, "no you couldn't."

"I could if it meant saving us from losing all this, from you becoming bankrupt."

His 33-year-old wife Brittany was so calm, so measured in her planning. Jerry was a wreck, he couldn't get his mind to go on past his wife's words, 'I could seduce him.'

"I would do it to save all this, to keep your business going. I would do anything to help out ... even that."

Jerry at last got his brain to tell his voice what to say, "No, I couldn't let you do that."

"Jerry, if you're worried about our marriage, our vows, then don't. I love you, that's why I would do it to help out. It would just be sex, a contract, it wouldn't mean anything to me, just my contribution to keeping your business successful. How could that man resist all of this?" To emphasise her point, to show Jerry what she would be offering John Reid, she raised her upper body and turned in the bed to face her husband. "You surely don't think he could say no if I offered him me, do you? Jerry, if he were to see me naked like this, he would have to say yes, and you would have him where you want him. He would have to pass your DA, and with me, there would be no paper trail to trace if the Feds tried to allege corruption."

"My God, I don't know," Jerry said, his mind whirling.

"Forget I'm your wife for a moment," said Brittany, "if you can." She was hovering right above him, he was transfixed by her beauty, even sweaty and worked over after two strenuous sex sessions. "Try to think of me as just a pretty young woman who works for you and I have a job to do."

For the first time since his wife had made this incredible suggestion, he laughed, "That's quite a stretch, you are a lot more than a beautiful woman who works for me."

"Damn Jerry! Just pretend! Give me an assignment to go out and seduce this John fellow ... see if I can coerce him to sign off on your DA in return for him fucking me."

"Oh shit, I don't even want to think about it. How long ... how long do you think you would have to do this for, to get him to agree?" For the first time since this conversation started, this latest response by Jerry actually implied to Brittany that he was now considering her offer.

"I don't know, I can't imagine that he would be happy with just once. Oh, maybe I might have to offer him weekly for a month or so. I don't know, I've never met him, you should know better than me. You're a man, you know what men are like ... and you know this man. How long do you think I would need to fuck him before he gave you what you want?"

"Honey, all the meetings that I have had with John Reid have been about cash, about me depositing money into his bank account. We have never talked about sex, about his likes and dislikes. I don't even know if he's married, he could be gay for all I know."

"Does he look gay, Jerry?"

"No, but you can't always tell. Not every gay guy minces or sounds effeminate."

"Does he look like a sleaze then?"

"No he doesn't. On the contrary, he's not a bad looking guy. That's probably another reason why I don't like your idea."

"Do you have any better ideas then? As I'm hearing you, if this public servant doesn't rubber stamp this latest development, your business could go under and our lifestyle would change overnight. Is that a fair summation?

Jerry looked at his new wife sadly, almost with reluctant acceptance, "Yeah, that's about it."

"Then I don't see that you have any choice other than to let me try. So as far as I'm concerned, it's a done deal. How soon can I try? Do you want to set up a meeting between him and me? How about tomorrow, is that too soon?"

"Yeah, reluctantly I agree. No, I guess tomorrow's not too soon ... at least I haven't got too long to think about it. I can't call John though, we are both worried that his phone might be tapped, after they started looking at his bank account. I will try texting him."

"Do it now," Brittany told her husband excitedly, "before we both get cold feet."

Jerry rose up off the bed and his wife saw something that surprised her. "Where did that come from?" she asked, staring at his cock that had become quite erect again.

"Honey, we've done nothing but bang each other since I got home a few hours ago. Didn't you know that hard-on's are a natural occurrence when a couple is having regular sex."

"Not when he's just cum twice," she stated firmly. "You've never been able to get that hard again after coming twice ... not like that. Does all this talk about me doing John whoever turn you on, Jerry?"

"No, of course not," he tried to say defensively. "You know me, I'm just a horny guy."

"You are, but not that horny." She reached out to grasp his hard-on and stroked its firm length, "It turns you on, doesn't it? Thinking about me fucking this John guy really does turn you on. Wow, who would have believed? I would have bet that you would have been upset at the thought of me fucking another guy. But instead, it turns you on." She fell back on the bed, "Come on, let's do it again. Quick, come into me now and I'll tell you what I intend to do with John when I get him into bed with me."


Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 01



Jerry stood there for a minute, looking indecisive, staring down at his new wife as she lay there seductively on their bed, totally naked, her legs spread wide, whitish traces of his cum still leaking from her vagina. Without a word, he dropped his knees back onto the bed and closed the gap, fitting once more into the comfortable cradle of Brittany's warm body.

He didn't speak as she placed a hand on his rampant cock and pulled it up to her opening. He gave a firm thrust when he felt she had it placed correctly and he heard his wife really getting into fantasy mode, saying, "Ooh John, you've got quite a nice one, I'm going to like this. My husband Jerry said it would be okay for you to fuck me ... even a couple of times if you can keep it up."

Jerry groaned on hearing that she was role-playing, and he plunged his cock into his wife again and again, drawing enthusiastic moans from her, and then, as her breathing quickened, she screamed, "Oh fuck me, John Reid ... Jerry said you can."

Jerry got lost in the moment, eagerly lapping up her fantasy, his hard again cock stroking expertly into his wife, bringing her to another noisy climax. He finished strongly too, although his release of cum was limited after having had two already.

One hour later, he got up from the bed to send a cryptic text to the corrupt local government official ... 'Be at Holiday Inn on Victoria Ave 2morrow at 5.30pm for a surprise. I will text room number.'

John Reid fired back a text ... 'No more money 4 now, be careful.'

Chapter Two 

Jerry called in to the Holiday Inn at around 2pm the next afternoon. He booked a room in his own name, pre-paid for it in cash and left the card key at the reception desk. He sent a text to John Reid with the room number, telling him to ask for the key in the name of Jerry Blake. Then Jerry called Brittany and confirmed that it was all set for that evening.

By the time that Jerry arrived home around four, he could hear his wife in the shower. He yelled out to her that he was home and then lay down on their bed to await her emergence from the bathroom. Shortly, she appeared, her hair wet and a towel wrapped around her body, covering her from under the armpits to her thighs.

"Hi darling," she said cheerily, she showed no sign of any apprehension that she would shortly in bed with another man. She walked over to the bed, bending over him to give him a kiss. He reached out for her towel and managed to loosen it so that as she moved away, it peeled off her body. Brittany spun around, tearing her towel back from his grasp. By the time she straightened, she was totally naked, holding the towel but not covering herself with it. Jerry's eyes scanned her body, like he was still a horny schoolboy, admiring her beauty.

She did nothing to cover herself and instead used the towel to wrap her wet hair as she stepped across to her dresser and sat down facing the mirror to work on her make-up and hair.

"So have you spoken to this John guy?" she asked.

"No I haven't, he doesn't want us to talk on the phone. He's shit scared that they've tapped his phones."

"So he has no idea that I'm coming to meet him?"

"I would think not."

"You would think he'd be curious, wouldn't you? I mean, all you said in your text was go to a hotel room."

Jerry watched her apply the make-up and brush her hair, "You don't have to look too good for him," he told her, noting that she looked especially beautiful this afternoon. Why was that so, was there some inner beauty making her look more radiant? Her red hair was shiny ... her nipples stood out. She looked like a very desirable young woman in heat. He began to worry now about letting her go with this man. 'Still,' he reasoned to himself, 'this is probably the only way to prevent us losing everything.'

Brittany took her time making herself even more beautiful, then she spun around on her chair so that she faced the bed where her husband still lay, watching her every move. She had removed nylon hosiery from a box and as she held it in her hands, Jerry saw that it wasn't pantiehose.

"Stockings, where did you get those?" he asked, peeved that she had never dressed up like this for him.

She scrunched up one and carefully fitted it over her toes, pulling on it, over her heel, and drawing it up her leg to her knee, smoothing it out, then pulling it higher until the darker band at the top rested high on her thigh. Only then did she look across to him, "I went shopping this morning. I thought if I'm going to do this right, I should look the part of a seductress."

Just as carefully and sensually, she took the other stocking and drew it on her second leg. Then she reached back to the dresser and picked up a flimsy delicate lace item with dangly bits. She stood to attach this around her waist, then attached the dangling thin garter straps to the tops of each stocking.

When she was satisfied that the garters were straight and secure, she turned to face her husband full on, "So darling, what do you think?"

Jerry grasped the front of his trousers and rubbed on the bulge there, "Oh honey, you look a million bucks. It's a shame that you never bought that stuff for us."

"We are both sexy enough without props, Jerry. I bought this in case your friend is not that sexual. I figured that I might need all the help I can get."

Jerry laughed in spite of the trepidation he was feeling in letting his wife go and do this, "Honey, with a body like that, you don't need any help. John will probably cum in his pants just from looking at you."

"Oh God, I hope not, Jerry, the idea is for him to have such a good time, not go around wetting himself. It's not too much then, have I overdone it?"

"No honey, as always, you look perfect. I just look at you and can't believe I'm letting you go do this."

Brittany turned back to the dresser and picked up one more item of flimsy material. Jerry stared curiously from the bed as he saw his wife lift one leg and step into what looked like a handful of string. Then the other leg followed and she drew up what turned out to be a thong ... the thinnest imaginable. When she had it in place at her hips, the strand of material in front barely covered her vulva. She adjusted the string waistband so that it sat high on her hips along with the top of her garter belt.

"I thought that you didn't like thongs?" questioned Jerry, watching her turn fully around, checking herself out in the mirror. In back, the string of the thong was so thin that it fully disappeared within the smooth rounded cheeks of her arse.

"I don't, I wouldn't wear one to go out for a whole day, doing normal stuff. I find the string part rubbing against my ... err, what do you call it ... my anus, is irritating. But I do think they look sexy for something like this, wouldn't you say?"

Jerry's mouth was open, aghast, taking in the spectacle that his corrupt local government friend would get to see privately for himself shortly. "Turn around, honey," he told her and she did. "Stop!" he added when she had her back to him. "Now, bend over ... from the waist."

"Oh Jerry!" she muttered expressively, possibly annoyed. But she did as he asked, she felt sorry for the hurt that this was putting him through. She bent over fully, her fingers touching the floor, her arse cheeks stretched and split wide apart. Now he could see the thin strand of her thong between her cheeks. As small as her little anal pucker was, the thong didn't even cover her there completely. And lower into her crotch, the tiny bit of material that struggled to cover her vulva bulged with the treasure she tried to contain there.

She straightened and turned back to face him, "Happy now, had a good look?"

"Not happy, Brittany, not by a long shot. But I know why you're doing this and no words can express my appreciation. It's just that three months ago, on our wedding day, I never expected that I would be watching you dress to go out and please another man."

"Neither did I, darling," and she came over to the bed and bent once more to kiss him. He tried to hold her there for more, but she slipped quickly from his grasp. "Sorry Jerry, I don't want to smudge my make-up."

She went to the wardrobe and selected a short black dress that was hanging there. "At least that's not new," mumbled Jerry, recalling his favourite item in her wardrobe. The little black number was indeed short, coming to only mid-thigh, and it was back-less too. If she wasn't careful when she sat down, she would reveal the tops of her stockings and the garters. The vee in front was cut so low that she couldn't wear a bra with it, which he now realised was why she hadn't put one on.

She pirouetted for him, his wife was now ready to go out and stun this guy. She picked up a black purse that matched the dress. She came close to Jerry as she collected some items from the bedside table that he hadn't noticed when he came in. There were several condoms, a tube of KY and her vibrator.

"Why do you need that?" he asked.

"Need what, darling?"

"The vibrator."

"Oh, I don't know, I probably don't. Hey, I'm new at this, I'm just being prepared, taking everything sexual that I own." She gave him a long lingering look, "Except you honey, I have to leave you behind."

He thought he saw a tear in her eye, but she quickly recovered and spun around to leave. Jerry jumped up from the bed to follow her down the stairs and out through their house to the front door. He went to kiss her, but she turned her head at the last moment and offered her cheek, "Remember, the lipstick darling, mustn't smudge it."

"Please be careful," he said to her seriously, "if you don't like anything about the situation, tell him no and get out quickly. You mean more to me than my whole business, honey."

"I can take care of myself," she assured him.

"I hope so."

"I have no idea what time I'll be home, darling. I figured that I would just play it as it comes. If he's okay, not too demanding, and he looks like he's going to play ball and pass your DA quickly, then who knows, I could be there till the morning. Don't wait up for me."

"Easier said than done," he told her.

She dropped a hand and squeezed the huge erection that his trousers were trying to contain, "I'll hold something back to look after this when I get home, okay. My God, you're a worry ... seeing your wife off to fuck another man and you're as hard as a rock. I don't know if I can work that one out."

"It's a guy thing, honey!" he told her, "just go with it."

Chapter Three 

Her thighs spread wide and her tight dress rode up as she placed one leg out ahead of the other, stepping out of her car outside the hotel, giving the parking valet a long look at her exposed thighs, the stocking tops, the garter straps. Brittany even wondered if the young man could see her bulging pouch barely covered by the material of her thong.

She walked purposefully into the hotel lobby and crossed it quickly to the elevators, fearful that the reception desk might challenge her, ask if she was a guest. Safely inside the elevator, she pressed the floor button and looked in the mirror to check her appearance one last time. She felt as she looked -- incredibly sexy.

She had some satiny material slung over her arm that she kept hidden from the sight of any other hotel guests until she was close to John Reid's room. 'Oh God, I hope he's there, I don't want to stand out in the hall on my own.'

When she was almost at his door, she took the satiny material from over her arm and arranged it so that it was draped over each shoulder. It looked like those sashes that beauty queen contestants wear, except that she had one over each shoulder. They were joined where they crossed at her belly and there was a huge bow attached there in front. It gave the appearance of gift wrapping. She knocked on the door of Room 516.

It opened wide and a pleasant looking man, very tidy, suit and tie, possibly early forties, stood there, a curious expression on his face. Brittany threw her arms out wide in a welcoming gesture, "I am your surprise, John Reid, are you ready for this?"

He looked her up and down and the smile on his face told Brittany that he certainly liked what he saw in front of him. "I guess Jerry sent you," he at last said. "You better come in," and he stood back, holding the door, allowing her to enter his room.

Now that the moment had arrived, that she was face to face with the man that she had promised her husband she would seduce in order to keep their business alive, Brittany was suddenly heavily overcome with nerves. She walked into his hotel room. It wasn't a huge room and the large bed was the most prominent feature. She couldn't take her eyes off it, the reality hitting home, making her suddenly aware that this was where she was about to have sex with a complete stranger. Would he be kind and loving and gentle? Or, given the opportunity to have sex with a woman for which he had no attachment, would he be rough, wild and uninhibited, uncaring about her body and her feelings?

Brittany heard the door close way back behind her and knew that this man must now be watching her from behind, waiting for her to progress to the next step. She seemed to stare at the bed for a very long time, then she slowly turned to find him only three feet behind her. He was looking expectantly, waiting for her to tell him what was to happen next. Even she didn't know that, it would be all ad lib from here.

There was a nervous tremble in her voice as she started, "Jerry Blake is very concerned that his payments to you might have got you into trouble. He said he would do everything he could to get you out of it ... that's if anything comes of it. They may not have anything on you, Jerry thinks they're just fishing around. Anyway John, Jerry said he knows that you cannot accept any more money, but he thought that maybe you can accept favours from me instead of the money."

"What sort of favours?" he asked, although she thought he could already guess the answer to that.

"The kind that only I -- a fit and healthy young woman - can provide you, and that you look like you would enjoy," she insinuated, "his whole business is tied up in this latest project. If it doesn't get approved quickly, he will go under. He said to tell you that this will be the last time he will ask for your help."

John Reid looked her up and down, his eager smile told her how much he approved.

"Do you want to take off the gift wrapping?" she suggested and lifted up the sash that went over each shoulder. "Then you can see what's underneath."

He took a step closer, so close she could smell his after-shave ... it wasn't unpleasant. His hands took a hold of the big bow in front, hooked on to the sashes and lifted them over her head, casting them carelessly to the floor. The twin sashes had crossed in front of her chest. Now that they were gone, John could see how scooped the front of her little black dress was. It was basically just a skirt from waist to mid thigh with two strands of material coming up from her waist. Only wide enough to cover each breast, narrowing the higher it went until each side was only an inch and a half wide at her neck where the two sides met up at the back like a collar.

John's eyes were drawn to her bra-less cleavage where her perky globes stood up well, their smooth inner sides capturing his attention. "I guess that I'd be right to assume that I can have sex with you?"

"Of course," she said, "but John, I am Jerry's payment for future favours, not the past. There are no freebies, you will have to promise me that you will look after Jerry's latest DA before we get down and get dirty."

"I saw his proposal hit my desk a week ago, that's a big project, it's a lot bigger than the previous ones that he gave me cash for."

She was gradually building up her confidence. She spread her hands out expressively, "This is quality, John, I don't come cheap."

"Yeah, but one time with you in a hotel room in exchange for approving that whole project doesn't seem appropriate to cover the risk involved for me."

She stepped forward, closing the gap between them and folded her arms around his waist, drawing his body into a close hug. She looked up into his eyes, now only inches from hers, "Detail John, I haven't given you the details yet. I am not just for one night. Jerry and I were thinking about maybe four weekly visits, just like this, everything paid for in the hotel. What do you think?"

His throat moved when he gulped, "Four visits, just like this. Umm, that does sound good," he admitted.

She was winging it now, Jerry wasn't here to help, she was negotiating directly with the corrupt local government official, attempting to minimise how many times she would have to give her body to him in order to secure the future of Jerry's latest property development. 'Will he accept the four weeks? Oh my God, I hope so,' she thought, watching his eyes, trying to gauge whether he knew how good his imaginary poker hand was at this moment. 'He holds all the aces,' she thought, 'if he says he wants eight visits, or even twelve, what can I do? I would have to agree.'

She felt his arms close around her, he was gaining confidence with this woman so intimately close to him. Still no commitment from him and his hands roamed down her back, over the twin globes of her rounded arse, pulling her lower body tighter against him. She felt a bulge push against her tummy. "What about six visits?" he tried.

'Phew. At least that's not eight or twelve,' she thought. "How much has Jerry paid you in the past, John?"

"Err, three grand the first time, and then five grand the next."

"John, what do you think you would pay for a woman who looks like me coming to your hotel room?"

"Err, I don't know, I've never used hookers."

Brittany had no idea what the call-girl charges might be, but she was going to fight to make this a short campaign and get her husband's project off the ground quickly. "Probably fifteen hundred, John, it's not cheap, you know."

"Is that what you're worth? Fifteen hundred! Shit, you must be good." She felt him pull on her arse cheeks once more, pulling her body hard into him.

'He thinks I am a hooker,' she thought, 'I suppose he would, I didn't say I was Jerry's wife.' She raised herself up on her toes and leaned in to kiss him, just a chaste touch of the lips, enough for him to smell her discreet perfume and taste her lipstick, feel her sexual heat. "It's two grand for a top class call girl," she tried to say with an air of authority, leaving an implication in his mind.

"Wow, I'm gonna enjoy this," he told her, and a fear hit Brittany that she might have sold herself too high. What would he expect from her body?

She continued to bluff, "At those prices, I don't think Jerry would want to pay for more than five visits, what do you think?"

He had raised her up from four, John knew when to quit while he was ahead, "Yeah sure, five it is. One each week, eh?"

"Yes John, one each week. But by the fifth, you will need to have approved the project ... or else." She had no idea what the or else might be, she just felt she had to say it.

"I'll do it, tell Jerry the project is as good as done. Now, how do we start? Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"No John, I'm good, what about you? Would you like to go take a shower, so you're as clean as me, you never know where our lips might go tonight?"

His whole face seemed to light up at that suggestion, "Yeah sure!" He quickly took his hands from around her and their bodies separated. He spun around and headed into the bathroom. "Do you want to shower with me?" he thought to ask as he reached the door, turning to look back and once again admire the vision before him.




Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 01



"No, not now, we might do that later in the night."

His broad smile told her that he was like a kid in the candy store, anticipating the delights that were about to embrace him. He stayed in view long enough to shuck his trousers and shirt off and throw them on the floor. She watched him disappear into the bathroom in singlet and baggy underpants ... and socks.

With John gone briefly, Brittany looked around the room, then placed her purse down on one of the bedside tables. She paused to open it and pondered whether to take the condoms and the KY out and place them on the table for easy access. Then - she didn't know why - she decided against that and re-closed the purse.

She walked to the balcony door and looked out on the setting sun, now low in the western sky, and at the busy streets below. A thought sprang into her mind and she rushed back to her purse, took out her cell phone and called home. Her husband answered on the second ring, "Blake residence."

"Darling, it's me," she identified.

"Honey, are you okay?" he asked, obviously with a degree of apprehension. She had only been gone an hour and here she was, calling already.

"Yes, yes, I'm good. I just wanted to tell you I'm here, I've met John, he seems okay. I mean, okay for someone I would have to do this with. He himself, he looks over the moon about getting to have sex with me."

"Where is he now?"

"I sent him in to have a shower, I don't think it will be a long one. He already had an erection."

"How do you know? Are you both undressed already?"

"No ... we had a brief hug while I negotiated the deal, and I could feel it."

"Really, what sort of a deal did you get?"

"That's why I'm calling. I just wanted to put your mind at rest. He's agreed to five visits with me and he has promised to pass the whole project on that."

"Hey, that's great! Does he know that this development is a lot bigger than the previous two?"

"Yes, he knows all that."

"Honey, you're a gem, it sounds like you might have struck a good deal for us."

"Jerry, he thinks that I'm a high-class call girl worth two grand a night. I hope I can do what a high-class call girl would do for that."

"Oh shit, I hope he won't feel deceived when he finds out you're not."

Brittany heard the water in the shower stop running, "Jerry, the shower's stopped, I will have to go. Darling, I don't think there's going to be a lot of foreplay with John, so I guess within 5 minutes, I'll be on my back on the bed and naked, with him inside me ... wish me luck, darling."

"You know I do ... and thanks again for what you're going through. Don't get to like it too much!" answered her husband before she shut off her call. Brittany could hear his insecurity. She placed the phone back in her purse, checked herself in the mirror once more and stood expectantly in the middle of the room. 'I wonder if he expects me to be naked by now?' she thought, but it was too late as she heard the bathroom door click open and she looked toward it expectantly as John Reid reappeared in the bedroom ... totally naked.

She wasn't expecting to see him naked so soon, but she gulped down her surprise and her eyes registered that the smile was still on his face. Then her gaze dropped to check out his equipment. He was boldly erect ... 'Was it just from the anticipation or had he been stroking it in the shower?' she wondered. "Umm," she told him, "you look ready."

"You better believe it ... I am glad that you didn't take your dress off yet, I want to help or else watch you do it ... I'm not sure which."

He crossed the small room to her and she let him take her in his arms and she folded hers around his bare and still damp skin. She felt his hard-on push awkwardly up, flattened against her tummy. He kissed her, his mouth wanted hers open and she complied although she would have preferred it had started first with just a sensual touching of lips. She sensed how eager he was, he was quickly pushing his tongue inside her mouth, seeking to wrestle with hers. She went along with it, even though she hadn't warmed up herself yet. When the kiss at last broke, she advised, "We've got all night, you don't have to rush."

"Umm!" he said, but she didn't think her words registered. He wanted this to happen so much that he couldn't hold back ... at least not this first time.

She managed to push him away from her and his broad smile turned to a look of surprise, "Lie down, John, you're ready, but I'm not. Lie down on the bed and you can watch me. How about I take my things off slowly? Can you wait for me to do that?"

He let her push him backwards and he dropped onto his back, his hard cock standing up erect and proud from his prone body. She took a moment to look closer at it and noted that it didn't appear any bigger than her husband's. Then she stepped just far enough away from the bed that she was out of his reach. With her limited experience at this, she felt that she needed to slow it all down. She decided that she would take her time undressing, teasing him as she went.

Brittany placed her palms on the outside of her thighs and her hands slowly dragged the bottom of her dress upward in a teasing exposure of her upper thighs. The darker band at the tops of her stockings came into view, then the garter straps attached to them. Her hands kept tugging until the hem of the dress was tightly hugging her hips. She figured that the hem was high enough that the tiny triangle of light could be seen through that gap between crotch and tops of thighs. He would be able to see the tiny patch of material that was her small thong barely covering all of her good bits.

She watched his eyes, their expressions told her everything that he could see. She let the hem slip back just enough to re-cover her crotch and her arse as she spun around, her back now to him. John saw her hands come up and lift the material of her dress that acted as a halter around her neck. It came over her head and she let it drop in front, her back bare to the waist. But more than that, John now knew that in front, her breasts would be completely exposed because that small stretch of material was all that had prevented him from seeing and holding them when she was in his arms.

He reached for his hard-on and stroked it slowly, she didn't see that, she was still looking away from him. She teased him, "Oh dear, if I turn back around, you'll be able to see my breasts. Do you think you're ready for that, John?"

His voice was husky, breathless, "Yeah, turn around ... turn around!"

She turned so slowly, pausing when her body was side on to him, her perky young breasts sitting up, the smooth curve underneath and the stretched nipples prominent in profile. She continued her turn back to face him, surprised to see that he was stroking his cock, "You don't have to do that, John, I can do that for you. Just wait for me!"

"I want to," he told her breathlessly, "but your body is too much. I want to have you now."

"Be patient, John, you'll enjoy it even more if you can wait. Do you want to see what's under the rest of my dress?"

"Oh yes, take it off!"

Brittany slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her dress and pushed them downward, pushing the garment down over her tummy, revealing her garter belt and the minuscule thong to his probing gaze. "Oh God!" he called to her, "what a great body."   

"You can have it, John ... soon, very soon," she said encouragingly as her hands continued to push the dress down past her stocking tops to her knees, from where gravity took over, and it fell to the floor in a pool of black material. She daintily stepped clear of that and pressed her knees against the side of the bed. Now his outstretched hand could reach her and she felt his fingers tracing lightly up over her nylon stockings and onto the bare skin of her inner thighs.

She let his fingers press against her thong-covered crotch, "You're wet," he passed on his discovery in finding the material of her thong damp from her juices.

"That's because I want you, John." She figured that her little strip tease must have turned her on, because she had not had any other stimulation yet.

Her hands went back to her waist and this time her fingers grasped the string sides of her thong, pulling them out and down. Yet the tiny patch of material still clung to her pubis, held there by her natural moisture that clung to the flimsy garment. She spun around once more, presenting her bare back to the man on the bed. Now her fingers tugged harder on the strings of the thong and, as she bent forward from the waist, her arse cheeks stretched and the stringy thong that had been caught in her arse cleavage sprang free. She pulled it lower, exposing the crease within her arse and the alluring tiny pucker of her anus.

"Aah, that's too much!" he mumbled huskily, "what a great arse, a work of art."

Brittany was amazing herself with her ability to tease. She had never even done this for Jerry, yet here she was, exposing the most intimate parts of her body for a complete stranger. She hadn't shown John the treasures that lay within her vulva yet, so she abandoned the showing of her arse, straightened up and turned back around, just as her hands lowered her thong to around her knees. She lifted first one leg and then the other to remove the thong completely, knowing that the lifting of each leg would cause her outer labia lips to part seductively, revealing the wet pink inner lining to his admiring gaze.

"Now, I want you now," he demanded, his body rising up off the bed, his hands reaching out for her, his rampant desire obviously unable to wait any longer. She could see how urgent his need was. She sensed that to stall him any longer just could make him violent ... she had no idea about the nature of this man. Even though she wanted to prolong the teasing, Brittany decided there and then that she would join him on the bed and she dropped down into his arms, fitting her near naked body up against his.

He rolled her over onto her back and pushed his body between her still stockinged legs. She felt his moist tip push into the wet channel that lay within her outer labia below her mons. John pushed it up and down a few times, revelling in the sensual pleasures that the wet velvety lining bestowed on his engorged cock-head. His strokes up and down her slit sparked interest from her emerging clitoris and she wrapped her arms around his back, expressing her own needs with an encouraging moan, "Unngghhh ... oh yes John! That's nice!"

She would have relished more of that, felt that she still needed it, but he couldn't be denied any longer and she felt that prominent cock-head push into the open groove of her awaiting cunt. Her own body seemed to suck him in as much as his thrust forward. As she felt an inch or two sliding upward into her body, her brain fired off a reminder, "John, no, wait a minute..." She had remembered the packet of condoms in her purse. She already had birth control, but had thought of using protection in case he might be carrying something, some infection. She had no knowledge of his background.

She felt his hard drive forward push all of his length deep into her in one long forceful movement that filled her completely ... and much too quickly for comfort. He sounded testy as he responded, "What ... what is it? I can't stop now."

She looked up, his head was hovering right above hers, a glazed look of lust in his eyes. It was too late, he was already inside her. Resignedly, she told him, "It doesn't matter ... just do it!"

He withdrew firmly, held his tip back at her entrance for just a moment, then plunged it all the way in again. His hard determined thrusts took her breath away. It did feel strange, his technique was somewhat different to Jerry's. Yet she was not all that disappointed, each long probing stroke of his hard cock seemed to be hitting all the right spots and she felt her body responding to his.

Was she surprised at this? In her brief planning over the past 24 hours, Brittany hadn't actually given serious thought to whether she could cum with a stranger. Now that the prospect was real, she realised that orgasm -- that highly emotional physical and mental bodily response to the melding of two passionate bodies -- looked to be highly possible.

Would the emotional experience of cumming with this man be a greater betrayal of her marriage to Jerry than just giving her body as part of a business contract? They were noble thoughts, but she knew that she must stop dwelling on those sorts of thoughts. 'Just ride with it,' she told herself, seeking to relax and enjoy the pulsing that was starting to build within her as he plunged fast and furious into her sucking cunt.

She felt herself starting to get there, the feelings and emotions building nicely as he thrust onward, hard and very fast, although she figured that it would take a while yet. 'Oh my God no,' she suddenly thought as she felt his cock bulging within her, 'not yet, not this soon. Oh John, not much longer, I won't take long,' she silently begged, 'just hold back John, oh please ... please don't cum yet.' Before her willing body could respond in its special unique way, she felt him plunge in, hold, but not withdraw.

She felt the warm splash of his cum deep inside her body. Again, the thought that she should have insisted on a condom, but that quickly gave way to how she personally felt. She had given this man what he wanted, what he needed, but her own body had been denied, left up high and not dry ... close, but not close enough. She felt the sensations that had been building inside her die away quickly without fulfilment as she lay beneath him while he emptied his cum into her.

Chapter Four 

Brittany left home at about 5.20 for the hotel meeting with John Reid. Jerry had watched her car drive away, then turned back from the window, suddenly with the realisation that he was now alone in this big house for a long night ahead. He sat down in a lounge chair and gathered his thoughts. Just how did he feel, having watched his wife of just three months, drive away, looking a million dollars, and about to willingly have sex with another man?

He knew that he would think of nothing else all night. How was it going? Was she okay? Was he a caring, gentle lover? Was she actually enjoying it? Was John Reid better at sex than he was? All these conflicting thoughts can take over when you know that your wife is off having sex with another man. But under the circumstances, there was another dimension, she had volunteered to do this so that they could prevent the demise of his business. He would also feel guilt that he had forced her into making this decision by his earlier corrupt actions with the local government bureaucrat.

He opened a beer and tried watching TV. He watched but he didn't absorb a lot. By 6pm, the news came on and he tried to concentrate on that. But when an item came up about government officials being caught in a bribe sting by federal authorities, he nervously turned the TV off. Amid the silence, he wondered what she was now doing. She had been gone almost an hour. She would have reached the hotel by now, she would have gone straight up to John's room. His thoughts progressed ... would they be into it already? He tried to picture them on the hotel bed, and when he didn't like that picture, he tried to dismiss it from his mind.

He was startled back to reality by the phone ringing. To his surprise, it was his wife and she quickly explained that everything was okay, that John was taking a shower. The best part of her call was to let him know that she had already struck a deal and there would only be 5 nights like this, then he would get his property development approved. A huge weight had been lifted and, for a moment, Jerry felt positive, really good.

But he was jolted back to his concerns of a few minutes ago when he heard his wife say, "Jerry, the shower's stopped, I will have to go. Darling, I don't think there's going to be a lot of foreplay with John, so I guess within 5 minutes, I'll be on my back on the bed and naked, with him inside me ... wish me luck, darling."

"You know I do ... and thanks again for what you're going through. Don't get to like it too much!" he told her and then the line went dead. Jerry looked at the clock ... 6.10. He went over to the bar, poured himself another drink, switched the TV back on and again struggled to concentrate.

At the next ad break, he looked up at the clock ... 6.15. It had been only five minutes since her call, she had said, 'within 5 minutes, I'll be on my back on the bed and naked, with him inside me.' Which was worse, the earlier not knowing what exactly was happening that he had experienced over the past hour? Or now so clearly knowing exactly what she was doing. That at this very moment as he sat here in his home, his beautiful wife was lying on her back in a hotel room bed, while this man he barely knew was fucking her. John Reid's cock was inside her cunt, where only he -- Jerry Blake -- had been since meeting her a year ago ... and since marrying her only 3 months ago. Could he cope with this tonight?

Visions of his wife -- naked -- scanned through his mind. 'Damn!' he pondered, 'I don't know what to think about this, but the most confusing thought of all is why I have this damn throbbing erection.' It was so big it was uncomfortable in his trousers. He unzipped and let it out, he was liberally dribbling pre-cum from the tip and it dripped onto his trousers.

Disgusted that he might stain his trousers, he took a firm hold of his hard cock and began to stroke it. That felt better, instant relief. He used the remote to switch the TV off again and let his mind wander to what his wife had just described. He pictured her lying on the bed in John Reid's hotel room. He pictured John lying on top of her, kissing her mouth, her perfect breasts, fucking her. Jerry's strokes became firmer, wanking his hard-on rapidly.

Another vision came into his mind. He thought of John's head wedged between her thighs, lapping at her cunt. 'She does like that,' mused Jerry. Then the couple in his daydream switched places, there was his beautiful wife bent over John's prone body, she was sucking on his cock with gusto. 'Oh my God, would she really do that, would she let this man put his cock inside her mouth, without knowing where it's been recently?'

Jerry felt his own manual pleasure building, his cum had begun its journey, his balls were tightening into hard sacs. His hand pumped furiously, the whole head of it was wet from the leaking from his tip into his palm. He couldn't recall the last time that he had masturbated ... at least not since meeting Brittany. Now he could see Brittany's body perched upright, sitting there, riding on John's cock, controlling the pace, controlling the depth, controlling the fucking of her body.

He pumped harder ... and then he was there. His cum exploded upward, through the gap in the grip of his hand, launched skyward only to have his creamy discharge splatter back down, staining his trousers even more. But now that his relief had been attained, could he now settle down, read a book, get himself some dinner? Could he put the image of his wife constantly fucking John Reid from his mind for the rest of the evening?

 To be continued 



Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 02



Property developer Jerry Blake gets his new projects through the local government approvals process quickly by bribing a local official. But now Federal and banking officials are probing the bureaucrat's bank accounts for the money trail. 

So the method of bribery had to change: no more cash. Jerry's wife came up with the idea of her being the bribe and her first evening of work to influence John is only one hour old, resulting in John's premature cum.

Chapter Five 

John Reid had surrendered to slumber perhaps even before his cock spilt the final drop of his cum into Brittany's eager clutching vagina. She lay there, wide awake and sexually frustrated, weighed down by the man on top of her. 'Just as well he's not a 200-pounder,' she thought, guessing that with his thin build, he was probably around 150 pounds.

With his climax, John's cock had shrunk and she felt it gradually slip from within the confines of her warm body. She could feel his and her juices trickle down over her perineum, sliding between her arse cheeks and pooling on the bed beneath her.

With John's uncontrolled and premature cum, she lay there beneath his body, still wanting so much more. This moment had not been in her planning as she had thought out the likely scenarios of what might happen on this strange night. Fortunately, she had only had 24 hours to think about it since convincing Jerry that she had to do it.

She had slept well last night after her husband agreed to her contribution to their business plight. He had been exceptionally horny, a point which did disturb her. But on the other hand, she took full advantage of it, and with the number of orgasms she had enjoyed in bed with Jerry last night, her sleep was deep and peaceful.

With needing to be at the hotel by just after 5.30pm, her day had been busy, shopping for sexy underwear in the morning and doing a few chores around her home in the afternoon. Nevertheless, there had been long moments where she had stopped to daydream the likely outcome of offering herself to this man.

Somehow not cumming had not been one of them. She was so orgasmic with her new husband that she had come to expect that all sex was like that. Although if she had stopped to think back to her twenties, she would recall that two of the four or five guys she had had, before meeting up with Jerry, had struggled to satisfy her adequately.

No, her daydreams through the afternoon had been more about the anticipation of John's size (not too big she hoped) and his technique (would it vary from Jerry's) and his wants (was he a fetish man and if so could she accommodate him -- nothing too weird she hoped). She had also considered the embarrassment of rejection, although she knew she was attractive (many -- including Jerry -- called her beautiful). 'Surely he would have to be gay to reject her,' she had thought, 'although perhaps a guy very happily married and monogamous might also say no thanks!'

Now her thoughts were on whether the rest of the night would bring pleasure for her, or if she would be obliged to take the vibrator in her purse into the bathroom and finish herself off. Was it that he wasn't any good in bed, or perhaps he just hadn't had it for a while and her hot body was too much for him? She decided she wanted to like the latter option. If so, she would take up the challenge and prolong him long enough next time to satisfy her too.

Then darker thoughts took over, was this to be her punishment for having sex with another man, even though her husband had condoned the arrangement?

She must have lain there awake for at least half an hour. She occasionally looked across at the bedside clock, John was done by 6.30 and she saw 7.00 tick over. But somewhere after 7, she too drifted into a fitful dozing, but only after managing to half roll him over so that they were on their sides facing each other.

Her sleep was so light that the minute that John stirred, Brittany's eyes opened too, seeing the man staring back at her. "What, what is it?" she asked, unnerved by his stare.

"Nothing really, I was only reflecting on how lucky I am to be in bed with such a beautiful woman. Guys like me just don't get to do it with girls like you."

"I'm nothing special, I'm a living breathing woman, much like your mum or your sister or your ... err, your wife. I'm sorry, I don't know if you're married or not."

"No I'm not ... I was, but it didn't work out for us."

"Oh I'm sorry John, do you mind if I ask how long it is since you two broke up."

"Eighteen months, she pretty much cleaned me out, you know, having to pay for her to raise our daughter. That's why I started taking the bribes, it seemed like easy money. I'm probably stupid because I will likely get caught, and then where will I be. But I need the money."

"I am sorry I am not money, John."

"Hey, don't get me wrong. You have come along just at the right moment. I tried dating a few times after the marriage bust-up, but none of those went beyond a couple of dates. I haven't had it with a woman for ... err, I don't know, maybe a year. You mightn't understand ... I mean, being the receiver, not the doer, but the feel of having my cock inside a real hot woman after all this time. It was... God, I can't describe it. That's why I came so quickly. You'll probably think it's a guy thing ... you know, some lame excuse about not having had it for a while and that's why I can't hold my cum back. But I'm sure I can be better, can we do it again ... I mean, like tonight?"

Brittany had come here feeling this was only her duty to be with this man to help her husband's business stay afloat. But now, she felt such compassion for this man, he seemed to be a battler and life had knocked him down a few times. She leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth, the way she had wanted to kiss the first time, with lips still closed, but using the tactile touch of their lips to tease and arouse. "Sure John, whenever you're ready, we can do it again. Just take your time, don't be too eager."

It must have been her words, and maybe the kiss too, but she felt his cock surge between them and it prodded her smooth belly. He obviously wanted to go on with the kissing and she let him take over. She let his lips persuade hers to part and she let his tongue into her mouth, welcoming it with her own, meeting his and twisting around in a sensual welding of their tongue tips. She felt his cock stiffen more and she lifted one leg up, wrapping it over his hip, her heel behind his knees.

One of her hands roamed down and she took hold of his erecting cock and slid it back into the welcoming open slit between her legs. He pushed it forward and back and she enjoyed the sensations, hoping that this would have a better outcome. While her task here was simply to see that John enjoyed himself so much with her that he would pass her husband's property development, she couldn't see why she shouldn't get pleasure too from what was happening in this bed.

So far so good, his cock-head was sliding over her clit on each thrust back and forth between her legs. Their kiss was progressing favourably too, her body was beginning to tingle. But abruptly, his cock pulled away and she couldn't help but cry out breathlessly, "No, that was nice, don't stop."

"I'll be back," he told her and she felt his lips at her neck, kissing her with passion, his mouth sliding down onto the smooth natural curve of her perky breasts. He captured a nipple and that made her happy again, telling him so, "Oh yes, that's alright, I like that, I want that." His tongue swirled around the nipple, his lips closed over it and sucked firmly, "Harder, yes harder, oh yes!" Her hands folded around his head, hugging him to her breast. "The other one too, do it to both of them," she urged, and he did, devoting a lot of time and swapping between her two aroused orbs.

She rolled onto her back, bringing his body over on top of hers once more, feeling good now, surprised that she could feel this much passion in the arms of another man, a complete stranger that she had only just met. 'He doesn't even know my name,' she thought shamefully as his mouth devoured her breasts, then she felt him manoeuvring in between her legs again. 'Oh dear, here we go, am I ready enough? Is he fully stiff? Will he be able to last this time? No, don't think about all that, just let it happen, block out the apprehension, just go with how good it feels.'

His mouth was back at hers, 'This is good, yes please, more kissing, oh yes, more tongues. Oh my God, there it is at my opening, it feels big again. Oh yes, that's good, very good ... slowly, yes that's nice.' She felt his fingers fiddling with his cock, adjusting his point of entry into her. She was pleased that he seemed calmer, more in control now. Maybe he had been a good lover, just the separation had knocked the stuffing out of him.

This time he eased his cock-head more gently and slowly into her hot wet cunt. Only an inch or two, then he gave short stabbing little thrusts that had his tip hitting her g spot on the roof of her passage and she loved it, "Oh yes John, that's the spot, oh right there, oh more of that." Brittany eagerly thrust back up at him, delighting in the little pulses that were coming from deep inside her. "Yes, this is better, feeling good John," she breathlessly told him.

She wished she could stop talking, but that's what she was, a talker in sex. She liked to express what she felt. But she didn't want to put him off, she didn't want to take the control away from the man ... she was now confident that he was capable of bringing pleasure to her body.

He changed the pace, suddenly thrusting all of his length deep inside her, taking her by surprise. She had been enjoying the rhythm of those short stabbing thrusts and was feeling positive that she could get off on them. But now this, she would have to quickly have her body adjust to the new rhythm. But she soon realised that it was okay. This was even better, now his thrusts were hard and driving, filling every inch of her and straight away the pulsing was even stronger inside her. What had been little ripples of nice feelings were becoming big waves of great feelings.

A climax was coming on her quickly now, her body was not going to let her down ... and John was not going to let her down. The pulsing became a throbbing and was now just below the surface of her emotions, on the verge of releasing her body from all the tension of this encounter. Strangely, at this moment just before orgasm, she briefly thought of her husband, Jerry, what would he be doing right now? Was he missing her? Was he jealous? Would he still be warm and loving to her when she arrived home from this night of sex and passion?

And then Jerry was washed from her thoughts as John's hard driving cock pushed her willing body over the precipice and she exploded in wave after wave of rolling crashing spasms. Her tight cunt grasped John's cock in a series of clutching, gripping pulses that threatened to unleash his own release. John struggled to hang tough as her cunt clamped on his thrusting cock. Somehow, with incredible willpower, he managed to resist the powerful pull of the body beneath him as she experienced a satisfying orgasm that left her panting and gasping for breath.

Undaunted, he pushed on, not letting up with his hard thrusts, they were drawing enormous reaction from her body. Brittany wasn't too sure where the waves of the first one began to ebb and the second one crashed over the top, one just morphed into the next. She hung on grimly, her legs wrapped around his body, her heels digging into his arse cheeks.

"I can't take any more," she screamed out, "cum now John, cum for me."

"Yes you can, you've got more in you," and he pressed harder, even though he felt his balls now tightening, knowing that his own release was imminent.

"No, no more," she screamed in his ear, clamping her lips on his neck, her arms and legs clinging to his body, hanging on while his cock ravaged her insides. "Oh yes, oh yes!" she screamed out once again as more rolling waves swept over her. Somehow through the haze of her continuing orgasms, she sensed that he had stopped, his cock wedged hard inside her. Again, she felt his spasms but there were so many juices swirling around inside her that she couldn't feel his cum blasting within her this time.

At least, the raging hard fuck had ceased. 'Be careful what you wish for,' she thought, reflecting on how she had pined for release after he failed her the first time. But now he had come back with a vengeance, he had brought her to multiple orgasms and she was delirious with the pleasure her body had enjoyed.

"Oh fuck, that was great!" were the first words she heard from John and she opened her eyes to look up into his. She saw his face reflecting the positive after-glow of a man who had just got his rocks off for the second time inside a beautiful woman. She knew that it was her body that had brought John so much delight ... and now she too had been fulfilled by this erotic experience. She was so surprised how good it had been after that first time ... she wondered if it would change her. After their first fuck, she had lain there in bed beneath his spent body, looking forward to going home to Jerry ... to have her faithful husband bring her the satisfaction she craved at that moment. But now, this man, this stranger until two hours ago, had crafted out a succession of orgasms for her body, the like of which she struggled to recall having experienced before.

"Oh man, you are something else, great body and a great fucker. You're worth every dollar that Jerry pays you. I can't believe that I've got four more nights like this with you."

She laughed, "Thank you for your enthusiasm, I enjoyed it too. I don't know how you turned it around so well from the first time, but this time, you were great. You did it, you were the one to make me cum like that."

Where the first time John had fallen asleep on Brittany even before his cock had stopped pumping, now he was alert and wide awake, propping himself up on his straightened arms, gazing down admiringly on the beautiful woman to which his cock was still attached. "Hey, are you hungry, we didn't have dinner. How about I call room service?"

She was amused by his bubbly enthusiasm for fucking and laughed again, "Yeah sure John, that would be nice."

"I would like to order, but I can't bear to take my cock out of you, so you might have to wait until I deflate enough to fall out of you."

Brittany liked him, it would seem he had battled, but he still kept a good attitude. He was happy and bubbly.

"Oh damn," he said, "I think my hunger has taken over from lust," and she felt him ease his semi-stiff cock from her passage. More of their juices leaked from her and she thought how damp this bottom sheet was going to get.

John got up off the bed and picked up the Room Service Menu and they each selected something nice. When he ordered, they told him that it would be 45 minutes. He reported that back to the woman in his bed. "We've got time to have a shower together, you said we'd have one later, remember. Come on, let's do it now."

"What if they deliver the meal earlier?"

"They won't, come on, no excuses, let's wash some of the sweat off our bodies."

She let him pull her up out of the bed and be dragged reluctantly into the bathroom. "Just a minute," she said, "I better take these off." She was still wearing the stockings and garter belt. She unclasped the garters, rolled the stockings down and unhooked the belt from around her waist.

John meanwhile, had turned on the warm water and tested it. When he saw that she was nude, he tugged her into the shower stall, picked up a cake of soap and began lathering up her body. She let his hands work on her breasts until the nipples stood up proud and hard. He combined sucking on one of them while his hands worked on the other breast.

She wanted to do something good back to him, but he held the only cake of soap. When he seemed to tire of stroking and kissing her breasts, his hands moved down over her belly and his soapy fingers delved into the crevices of her vulva. She swooned from the touch of his fingers on her most intimate parts and she leaned back against the wall as her legs went weak.

"Here, your turn," he told her, handing over the soap and she pulled herself off the wall and using the soap, began genuinely washing his chest. He pulled her in tighter, her breasts mashing against his chest and her hands were forced to go lower, grabbing hold of his cock and lathering it up.

She felt his soapy hands slipping down her back and over her arse and then, to her complete surprise, the fingers of one hand delved down between the smooth slippery cheeks, pushing all the way to her sensitive anal ring. Jerry had never touched her there and she was startled by the intimacy of John's probing finger. She didn't want to seem prudish, but this was something new to her.

Instinctively, she clenched her arse cheeks tightly, but all that did was trap his fingertip that was pressed firmly right on her anal ring.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She felt embarrassed, "Nobody's ever touched me there."

"Really, I am surprised, given the sort of stuff you do."

'The stuff I do, what's he talking about?' she puzzled, then it occurred to her that since she had earlier suggested that she was a high price call girl, he might just have believed her.

Her first reaction had been that it was dirty to have him put his finger there, but then she decided that with all that soap around, nothing about her body could now be considered dirty. She felt she was being childish in holding back, she unclenched and his middle finger softly circled her tight anus, "That's better," he told her.

Her own soapy hands still held his cock, but their manipulation had slowed. She extended the coverage of her hands to his balls too. She let her head flop against his shoulder as she felt that finger now pressing gently at her tight anal opening. 'Oh my God, can I do this? Should I let him go on?'

She was pleasantly surprised how it wasn't painful, at least not yet, so she felt it was silly of her to stop him. His finger's pressure became a little firmer and she subsequently cried out, "Ohh!"

"Shush, I won't hurt you, just relax." She felt his cock growing once again under her soapy manipulation of his cock and balls, then that finger managed to suddenly push in past her tight sphincter, inserting all the way to the first knuckle up inside her arse.

"Ohh!" she exclaimed once more, burying her head in his shoulder so he couldn't see her face, but helping his access by spreading her feet further apart.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes!" she whispered quietly, "I'm okay, it's just different." Feeling him moving that digit around inside her, she admitted, "Actually, it's not too bad, I think I like it." She wriggled her arse around on the finger that had now pushed through to the second knuckle.

"Maybe we'll try my cock next week," he suggested.

He felt a tensing from her arse at the mere suggestion of anal sex, "I don't know, that's something altogether different."

"Not that different, just a bit bigger. Lots of people do it," he encouraged.

Her experimentation had gone far enough for her now. She suggested that they better end their shower so that they were dressed and ready when the meals arrived.

She didn't want to put her dress back on, knowing that it would be coming off again when they had more sex that she now realised was inevitable. So she got back into bed, now totally nude beneath the covers. John put his shirt and trousers back on, only so he could open the door and sign for the dinners and a bottle of wine. Once the waiter had left, John shed his clothes once more and the two of them sat at the small table in the corner of the room, both stark naked. He had remained half-hard since she had fondled his package in the shower.




Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 02



They took a long time over dinner, both enjoying the anticipation, knowing that they were only prolonging the inevitable. At any moment, either Brittany or John could say to the other one, "Okay, let's do it again now!" and it would happen for sure.

Eventually, the meals had been eaten, the wine bottle was empty, just a sip remaining in their glasses, John led the way, stretching his hand forward toward her on the small table, "Are you ready for me again?"

She smiled warmly and placed her hand in his, "I thought you'd never ask."

He stood up and when he came out from under the table, she could see that his cock was proudly erect again, "Umm, you do want it, don't you?"

"I haven't had this much sex in one night for years," he confessed, leading her to the bed. He pulled the top sheet up over the very damp bottom one, "We've made a bit of a mess of this one."

He pulled her into his embrace beside the bed and they kissed just as they had earlier. Slower now, just a touching of lips first, then their mouths opened, accompanied by the entry of a tongue, she was the aggressor this time, taking the battle into his open mouth. They rubbed bare body parts together and their hands roamed over their backs. She felt his fingers go into the cleavage of her arse again, but this time, unmoistened, he was content to lightly trace feather-like over the incline of her smooth cheeks without touching her anal ring.

Gently, John eased Brittany onto her back on the bed, leaving her legs hanging over the side. He dropped to his knees and she sensed what she thought was coming. "Oh goodness me, you're not, are you?"

"Yes, I thought I would," he said to her with a smile as he knelt beside the bed and his face came down between her thighs that he was pushing apart. His mouth began planting tender kisses on her bare inner thighs.

"This is supposed to be your special night, but you're making it mine. I don't know if I've got anything left in me," she told him.

"Well, let's see if you have, eh." His face slid closer to the tops of her thighs, planting little kisses all the way up. Then his face hovered right there and she craned her head to be able to watch his mouth closing in on her vulva.

Brittany felt it -- his tongue, that is -- almost before her eyes visually recorded him going down on her. She let out a girlish squeal as his tongue slid upward inside the channel of her outer labia lips. And then when his lips closed over her budding clitoris and his tongue painted the little bud, her arse humped up off the bed and she screamed out, "Unnngggghhhh!"

For the next five minutes, his tongue licked and sucked on the very core of her sexual being. The waves, gentle at first, began lapping furiously, but each time she thought she was close, John would pull away and she would be left dry humping, her mouth muttering obscenities at him, "You bastard, let me cum!"

On just one of those teasing stops to the flow of her build-up to orgasm, he surprised her even more by rolling her over onto her stomach, and then planting soft love bite kisses on the smooth globes of her arse cheeks. She was unsure about him having his mouth so close to her arse, but she really called a halt when his tongue slid deep into the cleavage between her arse cheeks.

"No John, not there ... please, don't lick me there. It's dirty, I'll never kiss you again if you stick your tongue in my arse."

He may have been heading there with his lips and tongue, but now she would never know, because he responded to her threat and took his mouth elsewhere. But not before he had pushed to discover the next frontier, "A truly great arse, I want it, you know. You promised me four more nights with you ... well, I can tell you this, on at least one of those nights, my cock will be in your arse. Believe me!"

Brittany shivered at his words, she was fearful of the unknown associated with anal sex, which her husband had never even suggested. She had to concede that she was curious, but actually doing it filled her with apprehension. "I don't know, we'll see, John," was the only commitment she would make.

He rolled her over onto her back once more, pushing her whole body toward the middle of the bed with his face once again down between her thighs and his tongue snaked out to lave her as intimately as he had done before. This time, he let her cum without stalling and she responded with a powerful orgasm that saw her hips lift completely off the bed, just her feet and shoulders holding her up.

Her satisfaction complete, John climbed up higher on the bed, slipping his knees between hers and positioning his cock at her entrance for the third time tonight. She raised her legs and held onto her calves, holding herself open for his entry and he obliged, sliding his cock in slowly, again working on her g spot with his tip for a short time.

She let her calves go and her legs wrapped around his, holding him inside her as he began fucking this woman for the third time tonight. "How can you keep getting it up, John?" she asked as he pumped his hard cock into her.

"I don't know, this is more than I've ever done it in one night. I'd say it's your doing. If you weren't such a great looking chick and good at fucking, I would never have got it up again."

"Ummm! I'm sure not complaining," she told him, the quickening of her breathing conceding how he was arousing her yet again. "Aahh! Feeling good, John!"

"How long are you staying tonight? Are you here all night, or do you run off like Cinderella at midnight?"

She was panting loudly now as her body responded to John's hard deep thrusts that were hitting her clit at just the right angle. "Oh, I ... unngghhh! I don't know, I ... err, I don't think I ... unngghhh! I don't think I can stay all night. Unngghhh! I should get back to Jerry, he's ... err, unngghhh! He's all on his own and I don't know how he'll handle this."

John had built up quite a steady rhythm, which was what was getting Brittany off. But his thrusts stopped abruptly at her mention of Jerry's name, instantly cutting off her impending orgasm. "Christ, don't stop!" she screamed at him, her hands circling his back and pulling hard on his arse to urge him to maintain the momentum. Her eyes flew open, her lower body crazily humped up at him, attempting to maintain his stimulus to her special parts. "God, what are you doing? Just keep fucking me!"

John was wide-eyed, staring back down at her as she tried to focus her lust-driven vision on the man above her. "Did you say you should get back to Jerry?" he asked, and hearing him mention her husband's name, Brittany suddenly realised what she had said. All night, she had perpetuated the myth that she was some high-class call girl. Now, in the euphoria of another imminent explosive orgasm, she had slipped up and mentioned going home to Jerry. The waves of pleasure had died abruptly and she was left hanging, much like the first time tonight, but for a different reason.

"Do you live with Jerry?" he was asking.

Brittany stared up into his eyes, remorseful that she had broken his trust, "I'm sorry John, I should have admitted when I arrived tonight ... Jerry is my husband. My name is Brittany."

"What? You're Jerry's wife. Wow, that's wild. Hey, you're a hot sexy babe for somebody's wife!"

"I'm sorry, John, I'm really sorry to deceive you. We talked about call girls and you thought I was one, and I just went along with it."

"That's okay," he told her, but she could see his facial reaction. His head looked to be spinning at this revelation.

"It doesn't have to change things, John. I might be Jerry's wife, but I am doing this with you, because I want to be here. This was my idea to help Jerry, and to help you."

Overcoming his initial shock, John had very slowly started to pump his cock into her again. Her pending orgasm had died away when he had stopped moving altogether, but she was pleased to feel the resumption of movement and she answered back on his thrusts with her own hip movements. Gradually, a fresh rhythm was developed as he fucked in and out of her body, building up the pace and eventually restoring those pleasant rolling feelings deep inside her body.

Neither had said a word since he was startled by her revelation of who she really was. But now her breathing and her sensual murmuring indicated that he had brought her back on heat. "Oh yes John, feeling good again ... ummm! Ooh yes, like that too. Oh yes, I like it when you do it that way." She was panting loudly, her breath coming in short gasps, her body starting to tremble ... and then she exploded in jerking spasms as yet another orgasm overtook her.

She knew that he hadn't cum despite her being lost momentarily in the euphoria of her release. She opened her eyes to look up at him curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just decided to take a rest."

"Have you had enough?"

"Oh God no, I could keep doing this all the way to dawn. I haven't ever had this much sex in one night."

"Well why not go on then."

"I think we both realise that if I cum again, that will just about be it for me for the night. I can't see me cumming more than three times, if I can even get to that. But when I do cum, you'll go home to Jerry and I'll be left here alone in this hotel room, or I'll go home to my own poky little apartment."

"It can't go on forever, John."

"No, but it could go on until at least sunrise. I don't have to be at work until nine."

Brittany had hoped that she would be out of here by the early hours of the morning. She was eager to get back to her husband, see how he was coping with a long lonely night at home, probably thinking about her constantly, perhaps worried about how she was getting on with this unique experience. She thought about how she could reason with John, keep him happy and satisfied without staying all the way until morning.

John was still hard, his cock wedged deep inside her. She figured that getting him to cum one more time might be the key to ending this soon. "John, you're a bit heavy, can we roll over?"

He happily complied, rolling them both over, still joined intimately. Now she was on top and she manoeuvred her body around so that she could sit up on him, her knees coming up alongside his chest. "John, we might need to compromise. Can you have some compassion for Jerry. I had to talk him into letting me do this. We've only been married for three months, he wasn't too keen on having his new wife go and have sex with another man."

She looked across at the clock, it was just after midnight. "I've been gone nearly seven hours, he's at home alone, probably worried sick about me. He doesn't know you that well ... doesn't know you like I do now. For all he knows, you could have hit me or raped me, or who knows what. I would like to get home to him soon, assure him I'm okay and that I still love him ... even after having such a nice man as you."

"Very nice, very touching, and I do understand. But hey, this is my one lucky break, I haven't had many in life. You have promised me five nights with you and I have agreed to stick my neck out for Jerry one more time. I could get fired; I could go to prison. You and Jerry would say nice caring things about how you feel for me, but that's it, you two wouldn't do anything else for me. Now to me, a night with you is a whole night, Jerry's just gonna have to get used to it."

Brittany fought back her emotions, she was now seeing a different side to this man. At first, he was so grateful, but raw and out of his depth. Then he got his mojo back and made her feel really good. But it seems that since she revealed that she was Jerry's wife, John has become less caring, resentful of all that Jerry has -- such as her -- and cynical toward her. She realised that these five nights might be harder on her than she first expected.

She tried to stop the tears, but she couldn't. At first, just one or two welled up in her eyes and they trickled down over her cheeks. She lifted a hand to wipe them away. "Oh come on, don't cry honey," he said, "shit, damn women and their emotions. I'm not holding you against your will, I just suggested that our night wasn't finished. Fuck, you're on top, if you wanna go, just lift off and get out."

Her tears had become a sobbing, but she quickly brought herself back under control. "Yes, I could do that, couldn't I?" she almost yelled at him, "But you would probably go back on our deal, John. Jerry and I need this so badly, our business really is in jeopardy. I can't take that risk that you wouldn't go through with the approval. I will stay, but only until five. I'm not walking out of here in an evening dress when it's daylight."

"Tell you what," he suggested, his own compassion returning, "I'll make another deal with you. We both know that if I cum again, I would probably never get it up again tonight. For God's sake, I'm over forty now, I don't have the stamina to go all night. I reckon I've held up well until now. So if you can get me to cum a third time, then you can go, how's that?"

She wiped the back of her hand across her face once more, clearing the last of the tears and she managed a smile for him. "That sounds fair, John, you've got a deal." She immediately lifted her body upward, causing his cock to begin to slip from her rising body. But when only the head remained enclosed by her body's warmth, she plunged back down over it again and was delighted to see the look on his face that told her that he really felt arousal from that. She continued with a series of similar up and down movements. He really did look to be enjoying them and she wondered if she was going to get him to cum.

The trouble was that she was trying so hard that her strenuous lifts followed by plummeting back down on his shaft was doing even more for her own arousal. Soon, it was she who was gasping and panting breathlessly and then one more powerful orgasm rocked her body and she slumped down on him, her breasts mashing against his chest, her head in the crook of his neck.

They slept for a while in that position, his cock still inside her. She was comfortable in the position that her body had slumped into. John was happy, he just appreciated the closeness and warmth of a beautiful woman.

When she stirred from her slumber, she checked the clock ... 2.30. She lay where she was for a moment, her thoughts on Jerry. They hadn't decided on a time, but surely he would be getting anxious by now. Should she try calling him? She was tempted, but what if he was asleep? It would really startle him to have the phone ringing at 2.30 in the morning.

She felt the need to pee, 'It must be the wine,' she thought. She was able to lift up off John, his cock's erection had faded and his tip had just been resting at her entrance. Her feet were a bit unsteady when she stood, she figured that it must have been having them spread around this man for most of the night. The room was dark but she managed to feel her way to the bathroom. She flicked the light on in there, flooding the hotel room with a shaft of light from the open door. She looked back at the bed to see that John had woken too, obviously from the beam of light entering the room. He was staring at her. She gave him a little wave, calling out "Nature calls, I'll be back."

When she saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she was dismayed, and distracted from the original purpose of her visit to the bathroom. "Oh God," she exclaimed loudly, possibly loud enough for John to hear outside, she had only pushed the door to, not closed it. She had seen her face, the make-up streaked by her earlier tears, her normally well coiffeured red hair was a mess from rolling around on the bed during their intense fucking.

The bathroom door swung open behind her and John stood there in the doorway, as naked as she, "What's the matter?" he asked.

"I just saw myself in the mirror. My God, I look quite a sight. What must you think of me now?"

"You're still beautiful," he complimented and stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She could feel his limp cock slot easily into the crease of her arse.

"Thank you, I appreciate it, but I can see what I look like. I better do something with this face or there's no way I'll tempt you into a third cum." She laughed to show that she was half joking, not wanting him to take offence that her single-minded pursuit was now getting him to finish so she could go home. "Oh dear, as nice as this closeness is, my love, I forgot I have to pee ... and urgently now." She pulled out of his arms and spun around to sit on the toilet, looking back up at him, expecting him to leave, "Err, do you mind?"

"What, mind what?" he said, holding his ground, standing just two steps away.

"I have to pee, John, usually I do it alone."

"Not this time, sweetheart," he said, his eyes watching her, admiring her near perfect breasts, peeping down into the intimate folds between her legs, now partly hidden by her seated position.

"Oh damn, men!" she muttered and brought her hands up to cup her face in a gesture of embarrassment as the tinkle of her pee in the bowl became the only sound in that small bathroom.

He was content to watch her in silence, "There's something sexy about a woman peeing," he told her just as her last drops hit the water in the bowl.

"I cannot understand why, but then men do have some crazy hang-ups," she told him with a look of annoyance, standing up and tearing off some paper. She gave herself a wipe and discarded the paper in the bowl. "Are you happy, was that good for you?"

"Yeah, this good!" he said, using one hand to hold up his cock that was now half hard again.

"You're joking," she said, amazed. "What, from watching me pee?"

"I guess so," he said, giving his cock a couple of firm strokes to ensure its rigidity.

She turned back around to face the mirror, "I'm sorry, I am going to have to do something with this face," she said. "I cannot stand myself looking like this, even at three in the morning." She turned her head to face him, "Can you be a darling and get my purse, it's on the bedside table."

John returned to the darkened room and found her purse, brought it to her and she opened it to get her make-up. Brittany bent over the vanity and washed all of her previous make-up off, preparing to start again, "I can't believe that I'm doing this at this hour of the morning. I should be home in bed."

John ignored her hint that she should be leaving. He was more interested in standing behind her, his eyes attracted to admiring the perfect curve of her arse cheeks. She sensed that she might be in trouble when she felt his fingers back there, tracing where her cheeks curved in to form a dark recessed crease that led to her anus. "No John, not that, not now!" she said commandingly, wanting to discourage him quickly.

"I can't remember ever seeing a better arse. Have you ever done that, have you ever had a man's cock in there?"

"No I haven't!" she answered defiantly, trying to get in quickly to discourage him before his carnal thoughts developed.

"I have ... a couple of times, it's brilliant, believe me."

"Yeah, maybe for the guy," she said as she used the towel to wipe away the water and any remnants of earlier make-up.

"Well yeah, I can only tell you what it felt like from my side, but shit, it was incredibly tight. It was just so hard not to cum the minute I got in there. Hey, there you go, you want me to cum so you can go home ... well, that would do it. I'll have you here, right now. Shit, if only we had some KY."

At his mention of KY, Brittany glanced across at her open purse on the vanity. She could see the tube of lubricant that she had brought with her, she hoped he didn't see it too. "John, I told you before that I would think about it, that's all, no promises."




Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 02



"What have you got against it?"

"Well, for a start, the fact that I've never done it before."

"That's no excuse, you've got to be adventurous, try everything some time in your life."

She was now leaning further forward, closer to the mirror, applying eye shadow with a fine touch. "And it's probably going to hurt like hell, one of my girlfriends said it did," she added.

"But the babe I did it with seemed to think it was okay, said it didn't hurt her. She did it a second time, so it couldn't have been too bad for her."

"Well, it won't be tonight, that's for sure," she said, trying to put an end to the discussion once and for all. But then she felt something larger than his finger stroking up and down within the smooth crease of her cheeks. It caused her to abruptly stop her application of the eyeliner. "John, I told you no."

"I'm just letting you feel what it's like. There's enough juice on my cock to at least slide it around there, but we would need some KY for me to get it in there. I promise, I won't try to put it in," he assured her, "well, not now anyway."

She felt him prise her cheeks further apart with his fingers and then felt his semi-hard cock-head lightly swipe over her anal ring, "Oh my God!"

"See, I told you you'd like it!" he said in support of her favourable gasp.

She let out another gasp when he gently swiped it over and then around the pucker of her anal ring. "I didn't say I liked it, it just ... oh God ... it just took me by surprise."

"Yeah, surprise at how good it felt," and he intensified his sweeps up and around her tight little anal pucker.

"But that's not going in," she tried to reason, "that's just touching me there. I don't mind that, it even feels good."

"I can put it in and you can try that too," he suggested.

"No, no you can't, not now, just leave it there, no more than that, okay!"

"Alright, but you know I'm going to keep asking, you're gonna have to do it sometime in our next few nights together."

"We'll see," she left the option open, hoping that it would encourage him to give it up for now.

He left his cock there, right up at her tiny anal entrance, his hands left her cheeks allowing them to slam shut, holding him tightly in position inside her arse cleavage. Instead, his hands roamed around the front and cupped her breasts, beginning to massage them. His chest folded over her back and he kissed the back of her neck while she continued to try to apply her make-up in this cramped position.

When she had finished with the make-up, she straightened her body back up, causing her arse cheeks to tighten their grip even more on his now even harder cock, trapping it tightly against her anus. His hands fondling her breasts and the nipples had stirred up her juices again. She felt like she was running with fluids down between her legs. She picked up her hairbrush and tried to make her red locks look a bit tidier.

"There," she said, "that's about as good as I can get it at this time of the morning." She looked at his face behind her reflected in the mirror, "So John, what are you up for now? Will we give this one more try, see if I can get you to cum?"

"Yeah, let's give that a shot."

Reluctantly, he pulled his cock from the tight grip of her perfect globes and looked down to see the trickle of pre-cum that he had left there. She took his hand and led him back to the bed, telling him to lie down on his back. She clambered onto the bed after him and sat back on top of him, lifting herself up, using a hand to adjust his cock at her entrance and then sliding down over him.

It took all of her energy, including two more orgasms for herself before her wild and frantic actions up and down on his shaft loosened him up and he delivered that final mind-blowing release of cum into her somewhere between 3 and 4 in the morning.

She was so exhausted from the efforts to get him off one last time that, instead of rushing to get dressed and leave, she flopped forward and dropped asleep on top of his body again.

Finally, at around 4.30, she lifted her tired body and dressed for the return home. She bent over him and kissed him and he opened his eyes. "Thanks John, you really were a lot of fun. I look forward to next week, same time, same day, is that okay? Jerry will text you to confirm."

Chapter Six 

What a frustrating night it had been for Jerry. After he had succumbed to masturbating to a finish, the initial tension had been relieved and he settled into watching TV. He slept occasionally through the night, perhaps an hour or so, then he'd wake and resume watching TV for a time before drifting off into a light slumber again. It was not good quality sleep and when he woke sometime after 4am and found that Brittany was still not home, he began to get really worried.

He thought about calling her, he was anxious enough for her welfare. But he didn't want to embarrass her if she and John were still in the middle of having sex. He tried to reassure himself that they couldn't still be doing it for their mutual pleasure. 'She must have dropped asleep,' he reasoned.

'Maybe she came home and saw me asleep on the sofa and left me here,' he pondered and got up to go upstairs to the bedroom to check if she was at home in bed. No she wasn't!

He returned to the sofa and started hitting the TV remote buttons once again, looking for something to watch at this ungodly hour. He saw the headlights on the window before he heard her car pulling up on their driveway. 'Thank God,' he thought, 'she's made it home safely.' He suddenly wondered if he should rush off to bed and pretend to be asleep, let her believe that he was okay with it all, and not stressing out.

He got up from the sofa quickly, but not quickly enough. She came in the front door just as he made it to the foot of the stairs "My God, you're still up, Jerry."

"Yeah honey, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He was surprised how good she looked -- hair, make-up quite neat ... not at all like she had been through a gruelling sexual marathon with another man for ten hours. Jerry wasn't to know that she had reapplied all her make-up at 3am after seeing how sexually drained she looked.

He came off the first step and she swept forward into his arms, telling him for reassurance, "I love you, darling, I want you to know that, I really love you."

"I know honey," said Jerry, "and I love you too. Love you more for what you're doing for us. Was it difficult?"

Driving home, she had thought about all the things he might ask her and all the things she might say to him. She knew that he could be feeling some insecurity, some doubts about their marriage after this night. She figured that she needed to reassure him of her love for him. She had done that when she hugged him. She wondered if he could smell the sex on her, she knew she must reek of the combination of John's and her own sexual juices.

"Do I smell like I work in a brothel?" she asked, their arms around each other, hugging tightly, each seeking reassurance from the other. 'God, what a stupid thing to say,' she thought.

"You do smell of sex, did you have a good time? Was he kind, gentle? I hope he wasn't too aggressive, you never know with some guys, they like it a bit rough. I didn't think about that until after you'd gone. Oh hell, I've thought about every possible scenario tonight."

"I bet you have," she told him as she hugged him to her. She could feel that his cock was hard through their clothes, it was pressed firmly against her belly. "Jerry, I don't believe it, you've got another friggin' hard-on. What is it about you, and about me? Why do you get hard when we are talking about me doing it with John?"

"I can't explain it honey, I just do. I know that the thought of you with another man should repulse me, I should hate it. But for some reason, when I think about it, or when you talk about it, I just get so turned on."

"Do you want me now, Jerry?"

"Of course I do, more than ever."

"Well come on, let's go to bed. I better have a quick shower first though, clean myself up a bit. God, I've had so much cum up inside me tonight."

"You didn't use the condoms then?" he asked.

Brittany hesitated, a slip of the tongue. She had not intended to admit to Jerry that she didn't insist on John using protection, "I'm sorry Jerry, it just happened. He put it inside me and I suddenly realised that he didn't have one on, but by then it just seemed too late. You know, heat of the moment sort of thing, he had pushed it all the way up inside me and it was there and it felt good and he was so eager. I didn't have the heart to say stop, take it out and put this stupid raincoat on."

"Come on," Jerry said, taking her hand urgently, "I need you in bed with me if you're going to talk about things like that." He pulled her up the stairs quickly.

"God, you're weird Jerry, you really are."

They reached their bedroom and Jerry was steering Brittany toward their bed. She pulled her hand from his, "I won't be a moment, darling, I'll just go and douche and have a quick shower, make myself all nice for you."

"NO!" he almost shouted, retaking her hand, "come with me, just the way you are," and he pulled her toward their large bed.

"But I'm all sticky and still flowing with stuff down there," she protested.

"That's okay, I want you now, just as you are."

"Oh Jerry, please let me just wash up."

"No, come on!" On Jerry's final insistence, she gave up and tumbled into bed with her husband.

"Now where were we, honey. What sort of a night did you have? Did he appreciate having you? Was he adequate at sex ... or was he a lot better than adequate? Did you cum?

Jerry was wrestling with her dress, peeling it off her as he had asked his array of questions. She struggled to recall the sequence of questions to give him the answers, "Yes, the night was okay," she told him, tending to underplay it for his ego. "Yes, I think he appreciated us both giving him me for the night. Let me see, what was next? Oh, err, adequate ... err, yes, he was quite adequate in bed. Was that all of them?"

Now he was pulling her cum-stained thong from her body, "Shit, you are wet, aren't you? Err, let me see, what else did I ask? Oh yes, if he was adequate, then was he more than adequate?"

"I am not sure what you mean by more than adequate?" she pretended, knowing full well where this inquisition was headed. "He was okay, a bit quick the first time."

Jerry seized on her last answer, "Did he cum before you?"

"Yes he did, it was very fast and he came very quickly. He hadn't had any sex for about a year, his wife left him, you know." She felt Jerry's hard-on slicing into the channel that was formed by the parting of her inner labia and she sighed appreciatively.

"Wow, I bet he really enjoyed having you then, was he just as quick when you did it again?"

"No he wasn't Jerry. Listen, does all this really matter? We have him right on side to approve your DA and that's the important thing." She desperately wanted to avoid telling her husband how many times she came later after that first dry time with John.

"No honey, come on, play with me a little, it's been a long lonely night here in this house. The least you can do is tell me how it was where you were."

"Don't punish yourself darling, don't put yourself through some sort of who was better thing."

"Is that what you think this is?" he asked as he rolled on top of his wife and pushed his cock in amongst the squelchy trail of fluids that still lined her cunt. "No honey, I just want to talk about you and him doing it while I fuck my beautiful, adorable, generous wife. So how many times did you two do it?"

"Oh, err, I don't know, we sort of stopped and started a few times."

"Well then, how many times did he cum?"

She was able to answer that easily, "Three darling, he came three times." She dreaded the inevitable question that would automatically follow that.

"Hey, he did well, didn't he? What about you honey? How many times did you cum? I know you said he beat you to it the first time, but I guess that means you did at least get off with him later on in the night."

She didn't like having to answer these questions, but she could understand where her husband was coming from. She wanted to scream out 'I came over and over until I couldn't cum anymore. There, are you happy now?' But instead, she remained calm and told him, "I, err, I came a few times."

"A few, wow, that's pretty good. So he really pushed your buttons then?"

"Yes, I think he was so embarrassed at cumming so fast the first time that he really concentrated at getting me off ... and it worked. I came quite a bit."

"Shit, now it's quite a bit, sounds like he makes a pretty good lover."

"Yeah, he's okay, but he's not you darling."

Jerry upped the pace and Brittany turned her head to one side to wince at a little discomfort she felt from his thrusts. Her passage was now quite sore from all the activity of this night. She pushed her fingers between their bodies to press her clitoral bud closer to the action, realising that it would be imperative that she cum now with Jerry. After letting on that she had cum quite a bit with John, she knew that she must cum with Jerry now to ease his dented male ego.

She was relieved that he seemed to have stopped with the questions and both were now concentrating hard on this important sexual encounter. Jerry was intent on making it last and Brittany was equally intent on her cumming just as soon and as often as she could. When she felt the first signs of the pulsing from within her body, she wanted to shout out aloud 'Yeah! I'm going to cum!'

She seemed to exaggerate her panting, her loud breathlessness and when her body took her over the top, she screamed in her husband's ear, "Oh Jerry, yes, yes, oh I love you so much!"

The soreness from the constant friction of two cocks this night against her tender inner linings was becoming more pronounced. But she never protested aloud, just suffered in silence as the two of them chased one more ... her second and his first, and they came together in a roaring, raucous blending of orgasm-signalling screams and cries. Then they were still, the only movement being the jerking spasms of his cock inside her cunt and her throbbing responses.

When the two were at last still and they lay together entwined, she said to her husband, "You did well, Jerry, I thought you might have cum quickly after sitting around thinking about things all night. Were you hard all night?"

Now it was his turn to look sheepish, "Err yes, I was ... but I sort of ... err, I beat off early in the night and that took the sharp edge off until now."

"So it's Jerry the masturbater, eh?"

"Sometimes it's necessary," he said, then changing the subject quickly, he asked, "So what are the arrangements for the next time?"

"Same night next week, and I guess a room at the same hotel, that's up to you."

"Yeah, I don't see why not, anything different?"

"What do you mean, darling?"

"I mean are there any changes at all ... are you two just going to go fuck like tonight, he'll go for three again and you'll cum a lot?"

"I guess so," she answered, thinking about John's request for anal sex and wondering if it was something she should discuss with Jerry. She decided not to for now.

To be continued...



Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 03



Jerry's new bride of 3 months offers to have sex on an agreed number of occasions with John, the man previously accepting cash bribes for passing Jerry's new property developments. Their first night of contracted sex went quite well, so a week later, it's on to the second night.

(Warning to cuckolding haters, do not read this story segment ... everybody else is welcome to read and enjoy)

Chapter Seven

Brittany and Jerry's sex life hadn't suffered much at all from the night that she was obliged to spend with John, the corrupt local government official who committed to approving Jerry's latest property development. If anything, their sex had become more frequent with Jerry coming home horny every night.

She had been worried that her husband may probe for more information on her time with John, but fortunately, Jerry seemed quite content just to have sex with his wife regularly without any more references to John. Perhaps, she figured, he wanted to show off his own prowess ahead of her upcoming second night with John, just 7 days after the first.

She would never admit it to Jerry, the man she recently married to be with for the rest of their lives, but secretly inside, there was a little corner of her feelings where she was looking forward expectantly to another evening with John. He was different, and there was also his insistent expectation for her to experiment with anal sex. She had made a point this week to meet up for coffee with two of her girlfriends who she figured could be into it. One was full on that she should try it out at the first opportunity ... of course, Brittany inferred to her that her experiment would be with her husband. The second woman was less encouraging, although she conceded she did do it a bit and confirmed that it wasn't hugely painful. 'More just some discomfort,' her second friend had said.

Her contracted new lover called her early on the day of their second liaison, "Just checking," he said to her, "that we are still on for tonight. I guess it will be the same arrangement at the hotel. I will get there as quickly as I can after I finish work. Don't want to miss a moment with you."

"Yes," she answered, "Same here John, I'm looking forward to it. I will see you there then, about 5.30, eh."

"Yes, soon as you can."

Brittany decided on a different ensemble, both outer and inner, for this second meeting. Instead of the tiny thong that had struggled to contain her leaking fluids after the intense action last week, she wore a latest style sexy pantie that accentuated the crease of her arse -- I think it's referred to as boy-leg.

She also dispensed with the garter belt and instead wore a pair of stay-up stockings with a strong elasticised band at the top around each thigh. The dress she chose was more conservative, again black but with sleeves and covered shoulders, its length only to mid thigh again. It nevertheless had a sexual look about it with a low scooped front that showed off her ample 36c cleavage and perfectly rounded breasts to best advantage. She was able to wear a bra with this dress, but only a half-cup that pushed her perky orbs up to make them even more pronounced.

Just as she had carried a gimmicky gift wrapping sash with big bow to her first meeting, only donning it when she was in the hall outside the hotel room, she again had a fun item to wear. It was a bulls-eye target generally seen on archery ranges. It had an elasticised strap attached and when she was in the hall outside the hotel room where her assignation with John was about to commence, she stepped into it and adjusted its position so that the target was wrapped around her arse, the strap coming around her hips.

She tapped lightly on the door of the same room - 516 - and, for a long moment, there was only silence ... no response. She tapped again, a bit louder and she heard a movement from inside. It opened and John's head peered carefully around the narrow gap. "Wow, you are early, you caught me in the shower," he said, his eyes looking up and down the hall before opening the door wider to reveal that he was standing there in the doorway, completely nude, water still dripping off him onto the carpet.

He smiled to greet her and stood back for her to enter, she looked down quickly to note that his cock was flaccid, hanging limply in front of him. "Last week, you wanted me to wash away the sweat of my day before we got started," he continued.

"Yes, that's fine," she responded, amazed that she found herself suddenly nervous again, just as she had been when she entered the hotel room for the first time last week. 'I got to know him so intimately last week, I can't understand why I am suddenly trembling like a nervous teenager about to lose my virginity. Maybe it's because he is already naked,' was all she could tell herself, hoping she could calm down before he got to touch her. She didn't want him to feel her trembling ... at least not from nerves.

But as she passed through the open doorway, he reached out and pulled her to him, letting the door slam behind them. Just inside the now closed hotel room door, he took her in his wet arms and hugged her tightly against his damp body. He kissed her passionately.

The kiss was intense and frantic and Brittany quickly thought back to his over eagerness the first time he entered her last week, recalling his premature ejaculation. She found his kiss so passionate and arousing that she was already breathless when the kiss eventually ended. It was just what she needed, sweeping away her nervous trembling. When their lips parted, she was at last able to speak, "Hello John, it's nice to see you again."

"Oh babe, I've been counting down the days. You made a big impression on me last week." He tried to draw her back to resume the kiss, but she pushed him away, turning and continuing on into the room, dropping her purse that again contained the condoms and the KY, onto the bed. It was only when he saw her from behind that he spotted the target attached to her arse, "What's that?"

She strode purposefully across to the table where they had sat to eat dinner last week and placed her hands on it. Standing well back from the table with her legs spread, she turned her head to look back at him, her upper body bent well forward from the waist. "Before we start, I need to send you this message, John. You asked me for something special last week." She used one hand to reach back to touch the target, "I just want to get this message out of the way early, I did a little research and I'm willing to try it, so long as you're gentle."

He suddenly realised what she was referring to, "Oh fuck, you mean your arse, don't you?"

She had expected him to be more excited and Brittany wondered if he had really been as keen for it as he had expressed last week. "You do still want it, don't you?"

"Oh shit yes, of course I do, oh I can't believe it. What made you change your mind, you seemed quite determined not to?"

The joke part of it over, she pushed the cardboard target and the elastic down her legs and stepped out of it, then walked back across the room to him, moving into his outstretched arms that folded around her, hugging her to him.

"You did seem to want it so badly and Jerry and I are trying to make these evenings special for you to show how grateful we are that you are sticking your neck out for us. And to tell you the truth, I have always been quite curious what it would feel like to have a man in me back there. I might have appeared to be very conservative last week, but I do really have quite an adventurous streak about me." She looked at him a bit sheepishly and wondered if she should admit it, but quickly decided that she would, "I tried putting my vibrator inside my arse yesterday."

"Hey, that's great! Shit, I just can't believe it, I am about to live out a long-held fantasy."

"How about we save up your treat until later in the night, something you can look forward to, build up your excitement for it."

"Yeah, that sounds great. Now, I was going to go back and finish towelling off, but I think I've drip dried by now. How about you, how do you want to start?"

Pulled in against his naked body as she was, Brittany was surprised to find that his cock was still limp. "Should I get you to lie on the bed while I strip off like last week, that seemed to turn you on quickly." She didn't want to challenge his manhood, but felt she should point out, "There doesn't seem to be much action happening yet."

"I tell you what," John told her, "there is something else you didn't do last week, something that could really help right now." He placed his two hands, one on each shoulder and exerted enough downward pressure for her to see quite clearly what he wanted.

This would be a challenge for her. She had enjoyed nearly everything that the two of them did in this hotel room last week. After his initial quick cum, he had been thoughtful and attentive to her needs too, and she had cum quite frequently. He had gone down on her, showing off his tongue skills as well. But all night, she had feared that he might want her to suck on his cock.

It was not that she was not into that ... she and Jerry regularly engaged in oral sex and she considered that she was quite proficient at it. Certainly her husband never complained and the look on his face when he came was something else. But now, right this instant, she was back to considering John a stranger, just as he had been when she came to this hotel room last week. That night, she had fully intended to insist on condoms, but somehow that inspired idea had been blown away when he so eagerly pushed his cock deep inside her, and she surrendered to his horniness.

But a stranger's cock in her vagina was one thing, putting it in her mouth was another ... at least to her. With each of the men she had previously been active with, including Jerry, it had taken her a while before she felt comfortable enough to orally accept this organ that they also pissed with.

With John's hands pushing down on her shoulders, she accepted the direction he wanted her to go and slipped down to her knees in front of his naked body in the middle of the room. His cock seemed to have grown maybe an inch, probably on her news of the promise that he would have her arse before this night was out. Yet still, he clearly needed some expert attention before he could do anything with this cock.

She knelt there in front of him, so close that he would feel her breathing on his cock, and her eyes examined it closely. She felt his fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp. She expected that if she didn't start up on her own initiative soon, then those fingers would start guiding her head, pulling her mouth onto him. She reached a hand up and lightly touched it, lifting it, using her fingers to stroke along its surface, both above and below. She cupped his hanging balls.

She convinced herself, 'You can do this, Brittany, just think of it as being just like Jerry's. The size is the same, just do all the same things you do to Jerry. Don't make this any harder than holding your arse cheeks apart for him later tonight. Don't hold back, make this guy appreciate you so much that he would never consider welshing on the deal to pass Jerry's DA.'

Holding John's cock up to point directly at her face, Brittany leaned forward, looking up at him with a mischievous smile on her face, and opened her mouth, stretching her tongue out, using the tip to lick his growing head. "Oh hell!" he called out expressively, "I could take a lot of this! Oh man, you are some sexy woman. Yes, lick it up."

She did, using the flat upper side of her tongue to swipe under the head of his cock. It surged in length with every swipe her tongue made and she heard his guttural groans from above her. "Suck it, oh my God, suck it in," he panted, already affected by what she was doing to him orally.

One of her hands cupped his balls, weighing them in her palm gently. She noted how quickly his cock had grown, nearly to full length just from her licking. She realised that she had better get it in her mouth soon before it had grown to full size. She tended to gag on large objects.

She slid her parted lips up over the head, her fingers holding his foreskin back so she could tighten the hold of her lips on the head of his cock. An even louder appreciative moan came from him above her and his legs seemed to shake as the warmth of her mouth enveloped him, taking in inch by inch ever so slowly.

Already, she could hear his breathing quickening, and as if he could read her mind and know that she was struggling with whether she could leave him in there when his cock blasted out his cum, she felt his fingers tighten within her hair. His hands slid to the back of her head and cradled it as he began to gently pump with his hips.

"Oh fuck, your mouth is so hot, your tongue, your lips, oh shit, you do it so well. Ah, that Jerry is one lucky guy."

Brittany wished that he hadn't mentioned her husband's name. To be able to do all of these carnal things with a man who is nearly a stranger, was only possible if she could shut out her thoughts about Jerry alone at home with his thoughts. He had come home early once again tonight, even though he didn't need to. She thought it must be so that he could see what she was wearing for this man because he lay on their bed and watched her get dressed again, just as he had last week.

She wondered about that, and the fact that he always had a hard-on when they discussed her being with this man. Maybe, she thought, in some perverse way, he needs to know what she is wearing so that he can picture her with John. She even had time to wonder if he was masturbating already, just as he had done last week, early in the night.

Brittany had managed to get about two-thirds of John's cock into her mouth. Her natural gag instinct prevented her getting any more in. She held her hand around his shaft to prevent him pushing it in deeper. He seemed content with what she had taken in and he sounded like he was purring contentedly as his hips pumped and his body rocked on his legs in the middle of the room.

She used her tongue to swirl it around the head while the soft wetness of her parted lips slid up and down his pistoning shaft. She heard his breathing quickening, he was gasping now. His hold on the back of her head tightened. 'The moment of truth,' she thought, 'can I do this, can I accept his cum in my mouth, can I swallow it down? I know he'd want me to, but can I do it? He's not Jerry, this is not my husband's loving cum. This is raw, basic lustful carnal cum from a man who doesn't care for me, just wants to get his rocks off in my mouth. I have to decide now, he's gonna blow!'

John's legs were trembling. Brittany saw the added danger that he could topple over on top of her when he came. She placed her free hand around behind him, holding his bare arse to help keep him upright. She thought about him just having had a shower, she thought of how he touched her intimately in her arse last week. On a strange impulse -- she didn't know where it came from - she pushed two fingers deep into the crease of his arse on his pumping outstroke so that he was unclenched. Her two fingertips touched his anal ring and, that moment, with a loud roar, he thrust his hips forward and she felt the back of her mouth splashed by his first surge of cum.

Too late, she was committed, her lips tightened their grip around his shaft and she felt it spasm again within the hold of her mouth. Another splash right to the back of her mouth, his creamy cum was pooling there in her already overfilled mouth. She held her two fingers tightly between his clenched arse cheeks and she heard his enthusiastic mumbling, "Oh Christ, that's great! Oh fuck, oh fuck, you are so good. Oh suck on me, suck on me! I can't believe how good this feels."

Another thrusting spasm of his cock in her mouth and another splash against her tonsils. She had to swallow, she couldn't keep all of his cum and his surging cock inside her mouth at once. She gulped and felt his creamy cum slide down her throat. A second time, she gulped down some more ... more and more until there wasn't much left. Expertly, she sucked one long last time on his shaft, milking out the last drops of his creamy discharge.

"Oh shit, you are a hot woman. Did you swallow it all? Good, yes, oh hell, I loved that. Why didn't we do that last week?"

She eased what remained of his hard-on back out of her mouth, licking the last remains of his cum off his tip with her tongue. She looked up at him with those eyes again and whispered softly, "We were too busy doing other stuff. It looks like this week is experimental time."

"You're not going to tell me that was a first for you too. You were too good at that for it to be your first time."

"No, you're right, it wasn't. Jerry and I do it a bit, but I just wasn't sure if I could do it with a man that..." she hesitated, not wanting to offend him, "err, that I am not in love with. I wasn't sure that I could do it just for sex. Because John, it's sort of so personal, having a man's cock inside your mouth."

"But I went down on you last week, isn't that the same?"

"Oh maybe, I don't know, yes maybe it is, but you're just on the outside on the surface. With a woman doing it for a man, his thing is right inside her, in her space."

"Yeah, and what a space," he told her excitedly.

She gave up on trying to explain the difference that a woman feels. Her mouth had disengaged from his cock, and so had her hand that had held his shaft tightly. But she suddenly realised that the two fingers on her other hand was still resting snugly between his arse cheeks, the tips grazing his anal ring. She began to withdraw them immediately. "You don't have to," he said, "feels nice there."

"I ... err, I don't know what came over me, I've never touched a man there before."

"Really?" John seemed surprised.

"Yes, really! I never have ... ever!"

"Well, I guess I'll be returning the favour later ... in spades! Thanks heaps, it helped me to cum ... and thanks for letting me cum in your mouth. Nothing else is the same."

"Oh, you're just a horny guy, you would say that about any activity that saw you put your damn cock in some part of a woman's body."

It was only just after 6pm, John had already cum once -- Brittany hadn't! He would need some recovery time before trying to have sex with her again tonight. John suggested that they order a room service dinner now, since he considered himself out of action for a little while.

This was such a different night from last time. She was still fully clothed while John was stark naked. Their meals were delivered much quicker this time, and they figured that was probably because they had ordered so early in the evening, before the hotel kitchen got busy. John wrapped a towel around himself while Brittany remained fully clothed. The two had passed the time while waiting by lying on the bed together, just sensually touching each other. 'This is so nice, highly arousing,' thought Brittany.

The pair got to know each other a lot better, chatting amiably about all manner of things -- including their entire sex lives - while they ate their dinner slowly and again enjoyed the wine. Like last week, neither was in any rush to go anywhere or to proceed to the next stage. They each knew that another intense sexual episode would happen between them in this room tonight. They both relished the fact that they could, on the spur of the moment, lose all inhibition and it could start in the next minute ... or it could be delayed an hour. Whatever, it was inevitable and either the male or the female could be the instigator.

Toward the end of dinner, Brittany thought that John was looking like he might be ready to get into it again, but she felt that she needed to attend to nature's call before resuming. So she rose from the little table at which they sat, discovering that she was quite tipsy from all the wine she had consumed.




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"Oh dear," she confessed, "I'm afraid I'm a bit pissed, John ... and speaking of pissed, that's what I have to do this very moment ... before I wet myself and leak all over this floor." She gave him a little curtsy from where she stood and then turned and with unsteady steps, walked across to the bathroom.

She didn't bother to close the door behind her and, taking time to reach under her dress and hook her fingers into her panties to lower them down to catch and stretch at her knees, gave John sufficient time to appear in the open doorway of the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, watching Brittany struggling to pull her dress up around her hips and then lower her arse to the toilet seat.

She didn't see him there at first. She was halfway through peeing when she spotted him there in the doorway, watching her. "Hey, what are you doing in here? Oh that's right, you're a pee perv, aren't you? I remember now, you told me last week, you get turned on by watching women peeing. So John, is this doing it for you?"

John peeled the towel away from around his body, "What do you think?" he asked her while showing off his rapidly growing erection, already halfway back to full strength after his earlier blow-job. He stepped forward until he was in front of her and dropped to his knees. She watched him curiously, still in mid pee, as he took a hold of her panties and pushed them down her legs, over her ankles and off her feet. He could feel that they were quite damp at the crotch and she saw him react to that.

"They're quite wet, John, but I didn't have an accident. They're wet from when I sucked you, I did get quite turned on by that."

He turned them inside out and drew the dampened crotch part up to his face, breathing in the aroma of her natural feminine juices. "That's what I wanted, I love the smell of you in heat."

Her pee had finished and she sat there on the toilet, watching him as he took several deep breaths from her panties. Then still seated, she turned to the toilet roll alongside her and tore off some paper, but he caught her hand with his as it descended between her thighs to wipe away any drips. "Let me," he said, "stand up."

She did very slowly and he brought his face right up to her crotch and licked along inside the parted outer labia, his tongue sweeping away any remaining drops of pee and replacing them with a new lining of moisture -- from his saliva - in her vulva. "Nobody's ever done that before," she told him. Then she had to place her hands on his head to steady herself as his tongue swept up and down in that so sensitive channel, arousing her.

"John, please ... can we get more comfortable. I'm already quite wobbly from all the wine. If you keep licking me there, I'm going to fall over."

Reluctantly, he drew back and rose to his feet in front of her. He leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips, folding his arms around her back to hold her steady. On his lips and tongue, she tasted the saltiness of the drops of her pee that he had wiped up, mingled with the tangy and musky taste of her sexual juices that were flowing now. It was an interesting combination.

When he steered her back into the bedroom, she saw that it was now after 8pm. She had been in this hotel room with him for nearly 3 hours and she still hadn't cum yet. Much of their talk over dinner had been of a sexual nature and she was now aroused, her body hot, in need of release. His hand dropped to her arse as they walked, his fingers quickly sliding into the cleavage formed by her arse cheeks.

"Are you ready for me there now?"

Brittany was still quite ignorant in the ways of anal sex. She had read a lot these last few days and asked many questions of her friends, all to help her make up her mind whether to allow John access to this dark place where even Jerry hadn't been. But with her newly found knowledge, she doubted if anal sex would guarantee her an orgasm ... and that's what her body craved most this very moment.

They reached the bed, "John, I will let you do it, I promise ... I told you that you could tonight. But right now, I need to cum so badly. Would you...?"

"Sure," he said and he reached behind her and lowered the zip on her sleek black dress. She let him peel it down over her body. Her panties had been cast aside in the bathroom, now she wore only the half-cup bra and the stay-up stockings. She unclasped the bra in front between the cups and let that fall from her arms. Now her breasts were bare and John dipped his head down to devour them.

She needed to be more comfortable, particularly with the alcohol spinning in her head. Somehow, they managed to partly fall, partly ease themselves down onto the bed. Brittany was on her back -- yet again -- and John's lips, tongue and teeth were working on her breasts and the nipples, arousing her even higher. Her juices were flowing and her need was great. She did wish it were Jerry making love to her, but had become accustomed enough to John by now that she knew that he would take her to the heights she now needed so urgently.

She felt his fingers on her bare belly, then they dipped down over her mons and swiped up and down in between her moistened labia lips. While his mouth and tongue devoured her nipples, John brought two fingers up and ran them around her emerging clitoral bud. "Oh!" she gasped, "oh, that's good!"

As good as his oral work at her nipples was, and as nice as his fingers felt on her clitoris, she wanted to have his mouth switch to down there on her clit -- and soon. She put her hands in his hair and part pushed and part dragged his head down over her bare stomach, down to where she was hot and wet and ready. She gasped when she felt his tongue electrically touch her clitoris. Her arse lifted off the bed, chasing more contact. "Now, do it now!" she screamed out to him, amazing herself at how desperate her need had become.

John wanted to prolong the teasing, the licking, the sucking of her genitals, but from her breathing and her pleas, he recognised how much in need this woman was. He brought her on quickly and within a minute or two of her back hitting the bed, she was bucking and rocking, her body experiencing a powerful, trembling orgasm that brought with it the satisfaction she craved.

She lay there, coming down from her excitement, her hands still clutching his head between her thighs, her legs locking him to her, wondering just why she had needed that so much, and particularly why with this man. Her nights with him had started out as a chore, an assignment that she had to complete, just to maintain the lifestyle and career choice that made Jerry and she so happy. Now she was desiring him carnally as intensely as she would with her own husband.

From there, her thoughts drifted to his most urgent need. She sensed that after making her promise, she could not delay him any longer. She knew that when her thighs relaxed their grip around his head and when her hands let go of his hair, then he would slide up the bed alongside or on top of her. But she also knew that his strong erection would not be destined for her wet vagina now. 'No,' she thought, 'this is it, that moment that I have considered for days, all week in fact, right back to 7 days ago when John told me what he wanted most from me.'

Her arse clenched involuntarily at her thoughts, 'What will it be like, can I go through with it, will it hurt, will he be caring and gentle, will I be able to walk when he's done with me?' She felt him move and she relaxed the muscles in her thighs.

John lifted his body up and he slid alongside her. She turned her head to face him. "Hey babe, that was something else," he told her, "you looked like you needed that."

She blushed, "I did, I'm not sure why so much. I feel quite vulnerable now, you saw me with such sexual need, I don't know that any woman wants a man to see her that way, particularly one that is not her regular guy. Don't ever tell Jerry how urgently I needed that ... promise me?"

"Yeah, sure," he told her, not really understanding why it mattered to her, but it did -- it was a woman thing. His hand moved on to her breasts and his fingers lightly traced across the smooth nude skin. She smiled and laughed.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"You can't wait any longer for it, can you?" she said to him and John knew that she was referring to his anal wish. "I can see you're being so polite, not wanting to rush me when I'm so nervous about this, but inside you're like a little boy that has been told he can have a bag full of every candy in the store. So little boy John, what happens next, how do we start this without it becoming awkward?"

His face had brightened when he saw how aware she was of his thoughts, his desire. "You could start by rolling over on your tummy."

She didn't respond for a moment, just kept watching him closely, her eyes looking at his eyes, his nose, his mouth, then his eyes again. "Could you kiss me before I turn over? I want to feel how much you want my arse, through your lips and your mouth."

"And my tongue," he finished her sentence for her and leaned in to kiss Brittany with passion. While he kissed her, their lips mashed together, their tongues entwined, his fingers lightly touched her naked skin, roaming between breasts and pubis.   

The kiss lasted a couple of minutes and left them both breathless. "That was nice, I think I'm ready," she told him when their lips parted. "If you reach over to get my purse, there's some KY in there, better use a lot of it."

He retrieved her purse, opened it and pushed the strip of condoms aside to lift out the KY tube. She rolled over and he was presented with the sight of her naked back and arse. She was just as beautiful from behind. The way her back dipped into a curved hollow at her waist, only to rise up into two magnificent equal mounds that were her curvaceous arse cheeks. His fingers traced some more while his other hand fiddled with getting the top off the KY tube.

The fingers that were tracing her smooth skin slid down to the backs of her thighs and she felt him applying pressure, pushing her legs apart. She willingly complied, the spreading wide of her thighs caused the crease of her arse cheeks to separate so that John could now see the pucker of her tiny anal ring. It was so small, untouched and undisturbed at this moment, but shortly to be pressured to open up.

He transferred the KY tube to his right hand and squirted a liberal quantity of the liquid into the crack of her arse. "Ooh!" she gasped at the cold wet touch of the lubricant. His fingers quickly followed, sliding the gel around, coating two square inches around her anal entrance. He squirted a small additional amount right on the pucker and she felt his middle finger circle the liquid around and around the edge of her ring.

Brittany felt a natural tendency to clench as she felt his finger lightly pressing against her anal opening. "Relax!" he commanded and she tried to obey. "More!" he said when he felt that she was still very tight. He lifted his hand and slapped one smooth cheek, taking her by surprise.

"Ooh!" she squealed in shock, but strangely, it did make her relax. She felt his wet slippery finger slot into the pucker and push gently but demandingly at her sphincter. "Oh my God!"

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."

"This part shouldn't be too hard," he persuaded, "you had my fingers inside your arse last week."

"Yes, that's right, oh I'm so sorry, I'm being foolish, aren't I?"

"No, it's okay, just loosen up and relax, it's only my finger."

His words of persuasion seemed to convince Brittany and her sphincter gave way quite easily now, his finger pushing the slippery wet gel inside her opening, swirling around to coat her insides. He pulled his digit out and she pushed her arse up, as if she was wanting to retrieve his finger, to hold it inside her. But he was only gone long enough to squirt some more KY and then he eased that finger back inside her, pushing deeper, coating her tight dark passage with more of the soothing gel.

She felt a bit more pressure back there and she gasped as her anal ring seemed to be stretched wider. "It's okay," he told her, "I've just added another finger."

"Oh my God, two, you've got two in me."

"Yes, it's okay, I'm just trying to get you used to the size of my cock when that comes in."

'The size of my cock when that comes in,' his words rolled around in her head, 'when his cock comes in.' The words added to the reality of what was happening to her body. She was about to experience anal sex for the first time.

He rolled the two slippery fingers around in her anus, stretching her to take them in past the second knuckle. She was tight and she felt some discomfort, but no pain. He must have seen her flinch because he told her, "When I come to put my cock in, I'll get you up on your knees. That will lift your arse up so that you're anus will be stretched open wider and it will go in a lot easier than my fingers. See, you're flat on the bed at the moment, that makes everything going in there feel tighter."

She drew comfort from his words, "That will be good," she told him.

She was just becoming accustomed to his fingers being in there when he withdrew them both with a plop from her arse. She even exclaimed an "Oh!" at their going.

"Don't worry, I'm coming back with the real thing in just a moment," he promised and she felt the bed move as he rose up beside her. Then he straddled her legs and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her body upwards until she was up on her hands and knees with John out of sight behind her.

Her body and mind was filled with anticipation as she waited for his cock's entry into her virgin arse, but nothing was happening and she quickly grew anxious, "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to look back around at him behind her.

"Sorry babe, won't be long, I'm just lubeing up my cock, making it as slippery as your sweet arse. There we go, just about done. Oh, I know it's gonna feel so good in there, your arse is so perfect."

"So good for you or so good for me?" she asked.

"I'm hoping so good for both of us, babe. Now hang on and just relax."

She felt the firm rounded head of his stiff cock nudge right up against her tightly puckered anal ring. Although she tried to keep telling herself to relax, the moment she felt him pushing against her, she instinctively clenched her arse cheeks and closed down her sphincter. She knew what she had done, but she couldn't help herself, it was a natural reaction from her body to clamp against an intruder in such a tiny hole. She heard John's frustrated murmur, "I'm sorry, I'm trying!" she told him.

He traced his fingers lightly over the smooth slope of her back above her arse cheeks, "I know, it's okay!"

She let her body go limp and John had to move his hands to hold her hips steady as she wobbled on her knees. He gripped her body tightly having already positioned his cock right in the groove of her anal pucker. He hoped that with so much KY gel between them, he wouldn't slip as he aimed up. He pushed again and his head caught within the groove of her tiny opening. "Good babe, that's great, feels good, just relax now."

She tried hard to do as he asked and was relieved when her anal sphincter gave way to his cock's pressure, allowing the head to slip through that so tiny opening. "Oh God!" she shrieked as she felt the full size of the head of his fully erect cock completely wedge inside her anus.

"Oh shit," he bellowed from behind her, "your arse feels fucking great!"

She was pleased that John seemed happy with his progress. The jury was still out for her as she felt this incredible feeling of fullness. "How much is in?" she asked plaintively.

"Just the head," he told her, his voice up several octaves with euphoria from the tight way her arse gripped his cock, making it pulse excitedly.

'Oh God,' she thought, 'I feel so full back there, I was hoping that was all of it. If that's only the head, there will be inches and inches more of his shaft still to come in. God, I don't think I can do it. Oh dear, should I tell him?' She steeled herself, knowing that he would be keen to push on now that she had taken his head inside, 'Perhaps that was the hardest part,' she reconciled.

"You're doing well, babe," he told her encouragingly and she felt the pressure again as he pushed his cock deeper into her rectum, gaining valuable inches. She felt every little gain that he made inside her, but after the shock of the head passing through her sphincter, the passage of his shaft was manageable and she began to feel some relief that the worst was over. The feeling of fullness was not though, that just became more and more pronounced as her rectum was filled by more and more of his thick cock.

When nearly a minute passed without any further incremental gains, she turned her head as far around as she could, "Is that it, have I got it all?"

"Yeah, you did well, babe, that's it, I can't get anymore in there. How does it feel?" He slapped her bare arse cheek with his open hand, causing her whole arse to jiggle, resulting in shock waves rolling around his sensitive cock-head.

"I did it," she said excitedly, "I thought I might chicken out, but I really did it."

"So how does it feel?" he asked again.

"Yes, yes okay, I'm good with it, not much pain, more just this incredible feeling of being so stuffed up the arse."

"That's great, now listen, don't get too carried away yet. I'm in, but anal sex is all about fucking you in the arse, so let's get this show going." She felt him pull his hard cock all the way back, the pucker of her anal ring tightly dragging along his shaft as it withdrew. Then only the head of his cock was held by her tiny anal opening. A pause, and then he pushed it all the way back up inside her. A powerful drawing of breath, then an expelling of air as John relished the feelings of her sensitive warm arse wrapped around his aroused cock.

John fucked Brittany anally for as long as he could hang on. He would like to think that it went for ages, but counting in mere minutes would have been the correct assessment as John allowed every sensitive inch of his cock to be aroused by the magical sensations that her tight pucker inflicted on him. He was sufficiently thoughtful to bring the fingers of one hand around her body to play with her budding little clitoris while his other sought out one breast and fondled it warmly.

As John fought to reclaim control over his impending climax, his fingers diddled her clit button with remarkable dexterity. By the time that Brittany got to feel his surging cock bulging within her rectum as a sign of his impending finish, she herself was already in the first flushed and loud stages of a digitally manipulated clitoral orgasm.

Their combined breathless panting and gasping filled the room with heat and noise and was testimony of their shared completed satisfactions. As his cock spewed its warm cum into her rectum, he collapsed forward on her and together they crashed flat to the bed, John on top of Brittany's back.

Her body flat and straightened, her rear hole shut closed on his cock, trapping him inside her warmth. They would have to wait until his cock deflated before he would be able to retrieve his human sex toy from her clamped arse.

It was more than 20 minutes before she felt John lift himself off her tired and spent body, tugging what was left of his erection from her cum-filled arse. She couldn't move, she just lay supine on the bed, reliving the experience she had just been through. She was happy, she had survived it far better than she had expected to. 'Did I like it?' she asked herself quietly and her answer was 'I think I almost did, it was at least much better than I expected. I am sure I could do it again ... if I had to, like if Jerry decided he wanted to try it. I can't wait to tell him how brave I was. I never discussed with him that I was even thinking about doing it, so he will be surprised.'




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She drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to move her body from where she had flopped, too tired to get up and clean his cum from her arse. She could feel it leaking from in between her arse cheeks as sleep overtook her.

John was much more excited about the experience he had just had. He wanted to talk to her about it, ask her how she now felt about anal sex after doing it. But when he saw how exhausted his bed partner was, he resigned himself to joining her in sleep. There would be time for talk and more sex much later in the long night ahead.

This time, their sleep was deep, for both of them. He had eased the full weight of his body off her when he pulled his cock from her arse, but he still remained close, an arm protectively over her back and shoulder, one leg thrown over the back of her thighs, his damp cock against her bare hip.

Brittany managed to ease her exhausted body out from under him. She peeped at the bedside clock showing it was 12 midnight. They had indeed been asleep for over 3 hours. She felt the need to pee and she scurried into the bathroom, needing to use one hand as a stopper to stem the sudden flow of his cum that leaked from her arse. As she sat, her thoughts drifted to her husband at home alone. 'Will he be able to sleep this time, or will he watch every hour go by, anxious about me?'

She half expected John -- the peeing perve-- to appear at the doorway, but this time he didn't and she completed what she needed to do without an audience. She went straight from the toilet to the shower, washing away from her body the sweat of their earlier anal encounter. Her soapy fingers gingerly eased their way between her arse cheeks, testing how sore she was there. Her stretched and well worked over anal ring was very sensitive to her touch.

"I can do that for you if you'd like some more," John's voice brought her eyes open in a flash. She saw him step into the shower with her, wrapping his arms around her soapy, slippery, wet body.

"No John, I'm good, no more touching back there for now."

"Are you okay then? Was it good?"

She looked up into his eyes as he pulled her body in close to his and she felt half an erection already formed, squashed between their bellies. "Let's just say I'm okay," she told him, "it was okay."

"What, not good?" he looked almost hurt that she was not about to give anal sex with him her gold plated seal of approval.

"Well, it was a lot better than I expected, and John, I think I could even get to quite like it. But I'd say it's an acquired thing and I should tread carefully, not too much too quickly."

His hands gripped both of her arse cheeks and, against her wishes, one hand slipped around, the fingers dipping in between her cheeks. Before he could even get close to touching her sore anus, her slippery body wriggled out of his grasp, "Not now, not there," she admonished him.

"I'm horny again, babe!" he protested.

"Alright, alright, we can do it again, but I better give this a good clean after you've had it in my arse," she told him, stepping back and taking his semi-hard cock in her soapy hands.

"Are you gonna tell Jerry that you let me have your virgin arse?" checked John.

"Yeah, I think so," she replied, her hands busy cleansing his shaft.

"He won't get upset that my cock got in there before his?" John asked, his face reflecting the pleasure he felt from the fondling by her hands.

"No, I wouldn't think so," she said, "we had talked about it when we got married. He told me he wasn't interested in anal sex."

"He must be a rare guy then, most guys I know would love to get into a woman's arse."

"Really," she queried, raising her eyebrows, "I wouldn't have thought it was that popular."

"I'm not saying nearly every couple does it, but I reckon nearly every guy thinks about it. The guys that say they don't probably want to convince their wives they don't have some homo tendency."

"You must mix with a different bunch of guys to the friends that Jerry and I have."

She figured that she had thoroughly cleaned his cock while they had been having that conversation. Her expert touch had brought him up to peak arousal once more. "You're all done," she said, "let me just finish washing my own body and we can go back to bed and finish our night. Is that okay with you?" She was hoping that he would be content with what they had done and were about to do once more and not attempt to keep her there until dawn like last week.

"I'll take care of your bod," he said, taking the soap from her, but ignoring her wish for him to give a commitment that one more session of sex might see them done for the night. His hands straight away went to work on her body, soaping and cleansing her everywhere except her tightly clenched arse which she had to repeat was now off limits, even to his gentle fingers.

They towelled each other off and then returned to the well-used bed where the two of them managed to prolong his third cum for over an hour. They kissed, cuddled, hugged, fondled ... they had moments of outright extreme passion, then they managed to temper their excitement and drift back into intimate touching.

She came at least twice more in this intimate hour. She managed to resist letting sleep overtake her when he at last pumped what was left of his cum into her warm receptive body at around 1.20, and by 1.30, she had dressed ready to leave. John did look reluctant for her to go, but he didn't argue with her to stay, "See you next week," he said as she kissed him one last time and headed for the door.

Back in her car and heading home at 1.40, Brittany wondered about whether Jerry would be awake. 'I can't make up my mind whether I want him to be or not,' she thought, 'I think I'd like him to sweep me up in his strong arms and tell me he loves me. But then maybe it would be better to find him asleep and just snuggle in against his warmth.'

Chapter Eight 

Brittany pulled onto her driveway and climbed the many steps up to the front door, high up from the road, but well lit all the way. She opened her front door and headed toward their main living room first. There he was, her husband lying spread out on the sofa. Jerry looked to be asleep, but she quickly observed that his trouser fly was open and his limp cock lay exposed in the gap.

'Looks like he's been looking after himself again,' she decided, walking up to him but finding him definitely fast asleep. She even began to feel miffed, 'How dare he sleep so peacefully while I'm not at home ... while I'm out in the middle of the night, humping John to maintain a normal lifestyle for Jerry and I.'

She wondered if she should just leave him there and go on up to bed, or should she shake him awake to let him know that she had got through the second of the five nights okay?

She dropped her purse, kicked off her heels and knelt down on the front of the sofa, reaching out to take her husband's limp cock, with its still wet tip, in her soft warm hands. She fondled and stroked him arousingly and leaned forward to kiss Jerry on the cheek, whispering his name.

Her husband made a stirring sound, coming out of sleep and he blinked his eyes at her, "Oh hi honey, you're home. What time is it?"

"Almost two," she told him, then giving a more pronounced tug on his cock that he could really feel, she asked, "Am I too late for you, it looks like you may have already looked after yourself?"

"Only once," he admitted sheepishly, "I am sure that you could get me up again," he challenged.

"Should I bother, darling? Wouldn't it just be a lot easier for us both to go to bed and think about sex in the morning?"

"No, no," he insisted, coming more awake, "sit down here with me, let me look at you ... are you going to tell me all about it? How did it go? Was he okay with you again? Did you enjoy yourself? Was he able to last longer, to please you? You're not frustrated, are you? I can help if you are."

"Please Jerry, please, so many questions ... oh, where do I start?"

"Here, sit down with me. I don't care where you start, so long as you keep tugging on my cock like that."

She observed that he had grown half an erection since she started fondling his cock. She perched one cheek of her arse on the front edge of the sofa, her hands maintaining their touching and stroking. "Where was I? Oh yes, John was much more in control of his arousal tonight, no cheap quick cums ... which was good, err, better."

Jerry closed his eyes, soaking up the intense sensations of having his wife stroking his firm semi-erection. She even bent forward and slipped her lips around his cock-head, sucking and licking it within her mouth. "Oh God no, that's great," he told her.

She pulled her mouth off him and his eyes flashed open, looking to see why she had stopped. "I am not done with telling you about tonight," she explained, "you were asking me about John ... did he cum before I was ready tonight?"

"Umm!" mumbled Jerry, sounding like he didn't really care about John's performance now, smiling when her hands resumed their fondling and stroking of his cock.

"Did you like that, Jerry? Did you like having me suck your cock, darling?"

"Oh yes!" Jerry mumbled, his hips pushing his lower body up off the sofa, attempting to re-engage with her open mouth, her parted lips, that hovered just above his growing erection.

"Yeah, John liked it too," his wife told him, watching for his reaction, seeing if he was listening intently to her words, "he said he liked having his cock inside my mouth. You see, we didn't do that last week."

She dipped her head again and stuck her tongue out, licking the head of his cock like it was ice cream in a cone.

"You gave him a blow job," Jerry almost shouted at her, suddenly grasping what she had just said to him, "you actually sucked him?"

"Yes Jerry, he really did like it, said how good it was to have his cock filling my mouth."

"Wow, I can't believe it, you've always told me how you've been so selective about doing that through the years."

"Yes Jerry, you're right, I have been, but I just figured it was something I needed to do for John."

"Oh my God, my next question honey, did you let him cum, did you have to swallow? Did you have to drink his cum down your throat?"

She held her parted lips tantalisingly close to his now fully erect cock, stretching her tongue out to swipe a lick across his cock-head once more. Smiling at her husband, she answered, "Yes ... yes ... and yes!"

"Oh shit, I bet he loved it. He wouldn't have had a blow job like one of yours before. So how many times did you cum tonight?"

"Oh, I don't know," she offered reluctantly, "does it matter? You know me, I am quite orgasmic, I do cum quite easily."

"So he managed to get you off a bit, eh? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes Jerry, a bit. I don't know, several times. It was nice, left me with some good feelings."

"So anything else new, besides the blow job ... or did you two just do all the same stuff as last week, like a routine married couple?"

"Err, no ... there was something else. Does it really matter? The main thing is that John has a very good time so that he goes ahead with the deal. Nothing else after that should matter."

"Darling, help me here, you have found out what I'm like ... I mean, I have found what I'm like too. I do like to hear about what you do with him."

"Yes, that's right, you really are a worry. Err, let me see, what did we do different from last week?" She knew the big answer, it was just that now sitting alone with her husband, holding his erect cock, she didn't seem quite as gung ho about revealing her intimate moments spent with John.

Her husband reached out and touched her breast fondly through her dress and bra. "I missed you honey, I'm glad that you got home earlier this week."

She liked the feel of his hand massaging her breast. She retrieved her hands from his cock so she could reach back and unzip her dress and she peeled the top half down to her waist. Now Jerry had better access and his hand could now palm the smooth skin of her globes still encased in the half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up nicely.

Brittany noted how aroused her husband had become and she needed to ease back on her stroking of his cock for fear he might cum too quickly. She stood up, but only to get the rest of her dress off her body. She took the opportunity to unclasp her bra between the cups in front. It fell away and she was now almost naked in front of him. He looked up through sexually aroused glazed eyes, at her standing there in front of him, wearing only her panties and the stay-up stockings.

She paused for a moment, looking like she was debating how far to take this. She could finish him with a blow job so quickly or she could extend it to full-on sex. Her body didn't necessarily need any more at this time of a very busy night, but this was her loyal and faithful husband lying here. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her hips.

Jerry's eyes flashed down to her almost bare mons, just a fine line of trimmed hair pointing the way. The lips of her vulva were still spread from her recent activity with John and Jerry could see traces of white -- the remains of the other man's cum. "Should I go clean up?" she asked her husband, knowing what he was looking at, but also knowing his answer.

"No, just the way you are," he told her, reaching his arms out toward her.

She knelt back down on the sofa, gathering up enough confidence to say, "Would you like to know what else I gave John tonight, darling?"

She got his attention, even without her hands touching his erection, "Yes, yes of course ... what more could you do?"

"I have to admit, Jerry, that I did something for him that I've never done with you. But then darling, you have never asked me to."

"What, what is it?" he asked anxiously.

She was bent close over to Jerry, her mouth on his chest, pressing little kisses while the smooth skin of her breasts teased his hard stretched cock, as he lay sprawled along the sofa. She said softly to him, "He put it inside me, Jerry, but somewhere that you've never been."

His eyes opened wide as he grasped an idea of what she was saying, "Not in your arse?" he asked tentatively, "I never thought you would."

"Yes darling, he put his cock in my arse ... and then he fucked me there ... hard!"

She felt his hard erection jerk violently from her words, leaking pre-cum onto the smooth skin of her breasts as she hovered closely above him. "Oh my God, did it hurt, honey? How was it? Are you okay?"

"No, it didn't really hurt, Jerry ... not like heaps of pain. It just got a bit uncomfortable for a bit while he was getting his cock up inside my arse..."

Jerry's cock slipped between the cleavage of her breasts and he pumped hard to feel the smooth soft skin all around his sensitive hard-on.

"Oh dear God, Jerry, you really are horny. Do you like me talking about John fucking my arse? Now that I've done it, I could do it for you too," she teased, "I don't mean right now, cause I'm a bit sore, but sometime soon. Would you like that, darling?"

Jerry's eyes looked like he was lost in the euphoria of sexual arousal, almost beyond control now. His cock tit-fucked her ample breasts. She suddenly lifted up and he felt the wet heat of her cunt close down quickly over his cock-head. "This is what you really want, darling, isn't it?"

He could only mumble an incoherent, "Ummppff!" as her body slid down fully over his vertical shaft, her muscles clamping on it to milk his cum. Brittany did all the work for him, lifting her body up and down at furious speed on his bursting cock. Jerry lay back, soaking up the intense feelings as he felt his body manufacturing the ingredients to deliver into her body.

Fortunately, his wanking of his cock, not long before she got home, had taken the edge off his intense need, and delayed the arrival of his cum long enough for Brittany to experience one more orgasm herself before she felt his cum pumping up inside her. She flopped her body down on top of her husband's and lay there in her own after-glow, just enjoying the jerky spasms of his cock in the tight clutch of her hot cunt.

She was happy to be home with her husband once more.

To be continued  



Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 04



The story so far:

Jerry has been bribing John, a local government official, to approve property developments in his region. The feds appear to be chasing the money trail, so Jerry cannot give cash any more. Jerry's new wife of 3 months, Brittany suggests that she can become the bribe and contracts with John to give him 5 nights (one a week) with her. The first two nights have gone well, even introducing Brittany to anal sex (see Part 3). Read on now, but not if cuckolding offends you...

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The phone call that Brittany received early in the afternoon took her by complete surprise. When she heard her husband's voice on the other end of the line, her first reaction was to assume that John had cancelled for their third illicit assignation that evening.

But a firm No was Jerry's answer to her question, "He's not coming, is he? He's cancelled, what's his excuse?"

"No honey, no he hasn't cancelled, he actually called to suggest that we change the venue."

"Oh really," she said, "I thought that hotel you've been booking was pretty convenient. What's his problem, where would he prefer for us to meet?"

"He wants to come here, to the house, said I should save my money. I told him I couldn't see anything wrong with that."

"What? Jerry, you told him what?"

"I said that it was alright for him to come here tonight."

"Jerry, Jerry, what is it about you? Can't you see how bad that would be, he and I being in the same house as you, having him jump my bones while you're downstairs. Oh hell, I couldn't handle that. You under the same roof while this man has sex with me. Oh no, no, no!"

"I've already told him that he could come over, honey."

"Why would you do that, why would you not consult me at all. Jerry, we call the shots with this arrangement ... yet you just tell him to go ahead and change whatever he wants to?

"Honey, I couldn't see that it would be a problem. I will stay right out of your way. In fact, I will probably just move into the downstairs spare room for the night. Believe me, no harm done. I thought it was a good idea, I thought that you might be more comfortable in your own bed."

"Oh Jerry, you've always been something special to me, but after this, it looks like you're just like other guys, you don't think things through, can't see the dangerous pitfalls."

"I am sorry honey, but I guess it's too late now, I already told him yes. He'll be at our house around 5.20. I thought I'd bring some takeaway home for all of us, but I can't see me getting there before 6.30, so you may want to get started when he arrives and take a break when I get home with the food. We can all have dinner together."

"How chummy that will be," she told him facetiously, and her sarcasm didn't go unnoticed by her husband.

Brittany was not at all happy with the change of plans. The more she thought about it, the more she dreaded meeting John in her own home and having Jerry around all night. 'I have very bad feelings about this,' she thought.

This third evening, she got dressed alone, making a late decision to wear a night-gown rather than a dress. Her reasoning was that it would conserve her limited sexy outfits for the two remaining nights, and since she wasn't leaving the house now, nightwear would do her just fine.

In fact, the item she selected for John's pleasure was Jerry's favourite negligee. He always told his wife how sexy it looked on her. It was in sky blue and it contrasted wonderfully, he told her, with her flaming red hair. But the negligee was more than that, it was see-through, not in a cheap blatant way. A man looking at her would need to look closely to see what was underneath the filmy folds of the sexy garment, but once he realised to adjust his eyes to probe, it revealed everything. She selected only that tiny thong she had worn on Week One, leaving her breasts free to be seen sitting upright and perky through the transparent material.

Right at 5.20, she heard John's car and was behind the door waiting for him to knock after he negotiated the pathway up to the front door. She flung the door open immediately and John stood there, gobsmacked at how beautiful she looked. He really didn't know where to look. Brittany was such a beautiful woman, her face picture perfect, but then as he gazed at the sky blue nylon and lace trim negligee, he realised that he could actually make out the outline of all her excellent body parts through the garment.

Her 36 inch breasts pushed the negligee out in front, and her pointy hard nipples showed through like welcoming beacons. Then as John cast his eyes down past her narrow waist, he saw the outline of her string thong. To give him even more to admire, she pirouetted in the open doorway, allowing him to see the fine outline of her rounded arse, and the tempting darker region within the crease of those cheeks. He recalled how much he had enjoyed that fine arse only one week ago.

Fortunately, her front door was obscured from her neighbours and the street below. "Hi John," she welcomed brightly, "do come in."

He didn't respond immediately, he just stayed glued to that spot on the doorstep, his mouth open, his eyes re-examining every delectable inch of her, most of which he could see through the subtly transparent negligee.

"Every week you surprise me with something different. Man, how good you look tonight." He at last got his feet to carry him across the threshold.

She pushed the door closed and slipped her hand around his waist as she led him through the ground floor level of her two-storey home, conducting a guided tour for her guest. "When Jerry told me about the change of plans, I have to say that I wasn't happy, John. But then I thought how convenient this will be, now I won't have to get all dressed up to go out. So here I am, in Jerry's favourite negligee. The way you looked at me back at the door John, I think maybe it might become your favourite too."

She showed him the kitchen, dining room, the large living room that had sliding doors that opened out onto a patio with rolling green lawn beyond, then the in-ground pool, and further, beyond that, the bank that rolled down to the river where the riverbank was lined with shade trees. "How about we come out here later?" he partly asked, partly suggested.

"Sure John, whatever you want. Come on, I better show you the rest of the house." She led him to the stairs.

"Your bedroom, I want to see your bedroom," he told her anxiously.

"Of course," she said, starting up the stairs, surprised at first that he wasn't alongside her, he had held back. But then she realised why, he was three steps behind, his eyes would be level with her arse, watching the movement of her hips as she climbed the stairs, the sexy undulation of her body. And, knowing the negligee she wore was transparent, she knew that John's eyes would be probing through the folds of the filmy material to see her bare cheeks moving beneath the nightgown, the thong string hidden within the clutch of her arse.

At the top of the stairs, she turned to see him following a few steps behind her, "Are you coming?" she asked with a grin.

"I nearly am, after following you up the stairs. What a great hot body, and you've outdone yourself this time."

"I told you this was Jerry's favourite too. I don't know what he will think when he comes home and sees that I wore it especially for you."

"So when is he coming home?"

Taking John's hand in hers to lead him down the hall to the master bedroom, she told him, "He said about 6.30, he's going to bring some takeaway for us all. Seems a bit weird to me, but then you and he cooked up this idea of having you come around here this week. I'm just going along with it, but I hope it doesn't upset him. With all of this going on between us, the last thing I want is for Jerry to be hurt by any of it."

"But you said he's okay about it," said John as they reached the doorway to the bedroom. John paused behind her to take in the size of the room, the size of the bed that looked huge ... the French doors beyond that opened onto a large deck that looked out on the pool.

"Oh yes I did, and he does seem to be. He even likes me to tell him when I get home about all the things you and I did, in detail. I can't follow it, but it seems to turn him on." As soon as she had said it, she wished she could take it back. This was too much information to pass on to a man that she had quickly grown to like, both as a person and sexually, but about whom she still had questions of trust.

She led him by the hand into the bedroom, the dying westerly sun streamed in through the open doors to the deck, the curtains billowing in the afternoon breeze off the river. They reached the massive bed and she turned to face him, "John, maybe you better get the door, I wouldn't want Jerry to walk in on us if he comes home early. I am sure he'd be discreet, but he might just not be able to resist a peep."

He walked back to the door and closed it, then retraced his steps toward her at the side of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. By the time he reached it, it was off and he was bare-chested. She reached out a hand and ran it softly over his tanned skin. "You've got a nice touch," he told her.

"So what will it be? I know this is only our third meeting, but I never know how to start it with someone that I'm not in love with. It all seems so clinical, but we have done quite a few different things since that first night, so what's your preference?"

Without answering, John reached his hands around her body and placed one on each arse cheek, pulling on them to part them, making an implication that she did understand. "What, again?"

"We've only done it the once, it was my favourite and you asked what my preference was. Besides, I got the impression that you kind of liked it."

"Put it this way John, it was very different, but yes, you're right, it was much better than I expected. But I'm sorry darling, not now. Maybe later tonight if you're a good boy." She might have sounded patronising, she didn't mean to. But she had not expected him to ask her for anal sex again, she thought that the treat she gave him last week would be sufficient under this five-meeting pact they had made. "Tell you what, let's just both get on the bed, lie down together and kiss ... then we'll see what comes up."

"It's already up," he told her with a smirk.

"I'll bet it is, come on," and she scrambled onto the bed, slid over to the centre and waited for John to join her. He took off his shoes and his trousers, so that when he did join her, he was down to his tented boxers.

They kissed for quite a while without the frantic urgency that had accentuated the first hour of their previous two meetings. She felt that they were more like a committed couple this time than the tempestuous couplings previously.

While they kissed, she reached a hand into his boxers and warmly fondled his hard-on. He quickly became frustrated with the covering that her negligee afforded her, and began to remove it, starting at the neck and working down, giving the smooth now bare skin of her breasts his oral treatment. He removed more and more of it until she lay before him wearing only her now damp thong. He quickly removed that too and now she was naked and he rose above her and fitted his cock into her liquid sheath. In stark contrast to their prior meetings, this first of the night was long and slow and passionate, more akin to the sex of long-term lovers.

Unlike their first night in that hotel room, John was in complete control and he managed to bring her on twice, taking her to the heights of passion with powerful cock-driven orgasms before he himself emptied his cum into her receptive body.

As the two contract lovers regained conscious awareness of their surroundings, they both heard footsteps outside the bedroom door, there was movement in the house. Then the sound of Jerry calling the dogs, his voice was loud, it sounded close, he must have been on the patio below the open doors to the deck. "We've got company," said John a little nervously.

"Sounds like it," she answered, appearing uncaring that her husband was nearby as she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his diminishing hard-on, milking the last of his cum. "That's okay, there's no rush, this is our time, darling," letting him know that know that she was committed to his pleasure. But she did look beyond the closeness of his body, across at the bedside clock to check the time. It was just after 6.30, their first session tonight had lasted an hour. She felt good, completely relaxed after her twin treats and she rolled back against John, her arms cuddling him to her.

She had her back to the closed door, so she was startled when she heard a knock, and then without a pause, she heard it open. "Sorry to interrupt guys, hope you're both decent ... oops, well nearly, eh! If you're able, dinner's on and I don't want it to get cold."

Brittany stiffened, stunned that her husband would open the door and disappointed that he would have seen her nude back and arse with John's arm draped protectively around her. "Could you see him, was he looking in here?" she asked John, who was facing the door and could probably see past her body.

"Yes, he had a damn good look. I've gotta say I didn't expect him to do that."

"Friggin' perve he is," said Brittany, "John, are you really sure this was your idea to move our night from the hotel to here?"

"Yes it was, I put it to Jerry today."

She gave him a suspicious look as if she wasn't really sure that he was telling her the truth. She rolled away, out of his embrace and collected her thong and her negligee, putting both back on and checking herself in the mirror. "Are you going to come down to eat?" she asked her guest as he rolled over to the side of the bed and pulled his boxers on. "That's all you need," she told him, "we are dressing to please and arouse ourselves, not my husband. Come on, let's go eat."

She took his hand and led him back down the stairs, alongside each other this time. They headed for the kitchen, where they found Jerry laying out the takeaway food on to plates. "Ah there you two are, how goes it?" he asked nonchalantly, as if they had been on the patio having a drink instead of fornicating frantically for an hour in his marriage bed.

Brittany found this to be a very awkward moment, her initial face-to-face meeting with her husband while holding John's hand tightly and with both of them obviously unsubtly dressed for their sexual assignation. Jerry had a strange reaction too as he looked to see his wife walking into the kitchen wearing his favourite of her negligee's ... and holding this man's hand affectionately -- this man who wore only his underwear. The actual sight of the couple like this was far different -- more intimidating - than the many hours he had pictured it in his mind, particularly seeing them holding hands like lovers.

"We're good Jerry," and she turned to look at John with a broad smile, both affectionately looking into each other's eyes. Still smarting from Jerry agreeing to the venue switch, Brittany had suddenly decided on cheeky brazen, "No, actually we're great Jerry, we've both just cum, twice for me, and we're buzzing ... right John?"

John looked as shocked as Jerry at what she had said, but he felt this beautiful woman squeeze his hand and he was compelled to support her, "Yeah Jerry, fuckin' great man, what a great start to the night."

Jerry was a little taken aback by the audacious honesty of both of them, "Oh okay, that's good, you guys, I'm glad it's working out. John, we haven't had a chance to talk much lately, Brit's no doubt told you how much we appreciate the way you've helped us." He gave a stupid laugh, "Oh hell, she didn't have to tell you much I guess, she's downright shown you how much we appreciate it, eh! You two getting it on like this, she's a hot woman, isn't she?"

"Oh shit man, she sure is, a hot piece of arse."

Brittany wasn't sure that she liked being described this way, and by the look on Jerry's face, she thought he didn't approve either. She turned to John, "That's enough, don't overdo it."

The two of them sat down at the table in the kitchen and Jerry brought the plates over, pausing to describe what each of the dishes were. He had picked them up from the Chinese Takeaway nearby.

"So what are your plans for tonight?" asked Jerry, perhaps just trying to make innocuous conversation in an otherwise awkward moment.

His wife answered, "Oh, I don't know, probably a lot more of the same, we've come to know what each other likes best over the past couple of meetings. More important, how do you plan to spend the night, Jerry?"

"I don't know, honey, I haven't thought a lot about it. I guess, just watch some TV, try to keep out of the way of you guys."

John spoke up, "I thought we might try out the pool later, Jerry, it's quite a warm night."

"Yeah, Brittany and I have had a few fucks out there, a good spot for it if you like banging under the stars."

"Don't be coarse, Jerry," said Brittany, staring daggers at her husband.

"Sorry honey!" said Jerry and the three of them ate on in silence for a while.

She felt awkward and embarrassed sitting in her own kitchen with John while her husband sat with them, a big smirk on his face. Brittany broke that silence after a few minutes, catching both men completely by surprise. Turning to John, she said quite loudly, "Oh John, I mustn't forget to get the KY out of my bag before we go back upstairs, you did say you wanted to be in my arse again."

Well, John almost choked on the dim sim he was eating and Jerry did a double-take, his eyes opening wide to look at both his wife and the man with her. Eventually, when John had finished coughing to clear his windpipe, he looked across to her, "Oh, that's great, I will look forward to that." He was so surprised that she would suggest it after appearing reluctant earlier. He rightly guessed that he was in the middle of a testing conflict between the husband and wife, but he could become the beneficiary of it.

She continued, "Now John, I want it just like last week, don't you hold back now, hard and strong."

Her comments were having a positive effect on John, who felt his cock growing hard again, pushing his boxers outward. Jerry chose to ignore his wife's teasing comments and turned to John, "Hey man, you're closer to the fridge, can you get a couple of beers for us?"

John paused, wanting to appease his host, but now caught out by the tenting of his boxers. He stood up quickly and spun away from the table, making it to the fridge, taking out a couple of beers. But when he turned around to head back to the table, he was in full frontal view. John saw both Brittany and her husband staring directly at his embarrassing tent in front where his hard-on now pushed the material to the limit.

"Ha ha, must have been my wife promising you another go at her arse that did that, eh John," Jerry said with a knowing wink.

Again, Brittany felt her husband's comment was out of hand, she spoke sternly to him, "That's enough Jerry, I asked you not to be so coarse."

The meal continued in more tense silence. Brittany got up and poured herself a glass of wine, and then had a second. The two J's drank their beers with nothing much to say, the only thing they now had in common was fucking the woman who sat at the table with them.

Brittany found being at the table over dinner with both her husband and her temporary lover was awkward, so at the first opportunity, she said, "Oh, I'm done, can't eat anymore, that was nice, thank you Jerry. So John, have you had enough? Can I tempt you back to bed for some more of me?"

John picked up the beer bottle and gulped down the dregs remaining, "You sure can," he said loudly, with a confident look across at her husband. Then John stood up, his hard-on still prominent in his boxers, and moved behind Brittany to pull her chair out for her, adding quietly, "particularly if it includes your arse."




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She gave him a small smile and they both looked across at her husband, who definitely looked like he'd also heard the add-on comment. "Have fun, you guys," said Jerry as the two turned and departed the kitchen.

The time was 7.30 and it was not quite dark outside. "So what are you up for?" she asked.

"You, silly!" he told her.

"No, I mean do you want to go out by the pool, maybe have a swim. We can even do it in the pool if you want."

"Yeah, that sounds good, I'll be in that. I do like doing it outdoors."

"Umm, same here," she confirmed. "What will we wear, should we be decent and wear costumes?" but quickly answered her own question, "I guess we're past that stage."

"Are you embarrassed if Jerry sees us?"

"No, not at all ... I think I'm over that. Although it wouldn't surprise me if he sneaks a peep."

"Oh yes, you were saying before about how he wants to know all the details when you get home from being with me."

She didn't want to say anything more about that, but the two glasses of wine must have loosened her tongue, "That's not the worst of it, he even gets a hard-on when I tell him stuff. I don't understand why some men are like that, but it's like he likes for me to have sex with you, even though I would have thought it would hurt him deeply to see me with another man."

"Come on then," John urged and he pulled her toward the patio and the pool area beyond instead of heading for the stairs which seemed to be their first intention, for more of the same in bed upstairs.

The pair reached the pool area, dusk was gathering, but you could still see the area without lighting. Nevertheless, Brittany walked over and switched on all of the lights ... in-pool, the surrounds and a few in the trees too. The area became quite bright.

Unashamed, she walked over to one of the pool lounges, pushed it up against another and lay down on one of them, "Join me?" she asked. John didn't need to be asked twice, he bounded over and dropped onto the second sun lounge that she had butted up against the first. She half turned toward him, "Kiss me!" and he did, draping his right arm over her body that was still clothed in the negligee.

Jerry was clearing up the dishes in the kitchen, the window above the sink afforded a generous view of the entire backyard of the property, the pool area being just 30 feet away. He saw his beautiful wife lie down on the sun lounge, could even hear her encourage John to join her alongside. Then Jerry stopped scraping plates as he watched the couple kissing with lust and passion.

From his vantage point, Jerry Blake could even see his own wife initiate the touching, reaching into John's boxers and he watched as her hand fondled the man's erection. He watched as her touching of John wasn't enough, saw her push his boxers down over his hips. And then Jerry watched in awe as his wife broke from the kiss, bent over from the waist and took John's hard-on into her wet mouth.

Jerry walked across the kitchen to the light switch and darkened the room from where he watched the carnal couple outside, then returned to the window above the sink. He unzipped and reached into his trousers so that he could fondle his own cock while he watched his wife's head dipping down and back as she swallowed and then drew back on her temporary lover's hard cock.

Jerry thought he might even get to see her swallow this man's cum, but just when it looked like the action was heading that way, she suddenly stopped. She stood up, lifted her negligee up over her head, revealing her splendid curvaceous body, her perky breasts standing up in profile, just the string of her tiny thong the only covering. He heard her clearly, saying to John, "Come on, let's try the pool, it is heated."

John stood as well, let his boxers that were hanging low on his thighs, fall away, leaving him naked too. Jerry watched as Brittany came around the bottom of the chairs, joining John where she looked down at his hard-on, touched it fondly and leaned in to say something intimate to him. The man laughed back, reached out and slapped her on her bare arse. She ran away and dived into the pool, cutting the water with style and grace. John ran on behind her, leaping forward ungracefully, tucking his legs up under him to splash into the water.

Now they were in the pool, the edge obscured most of what they might be doing. Jerry quickly left the kitchen, his cock still stretched from his trouser fly, his fingers still lightly fondling it. He quickly climbed the stairs two at a time, and strode along the hall into the master bedroom where the fornicating couple had been sexually active just before Jerry got home. He walked to the open doors that led to the deck that overlooked the pool. Once outside on the deck, the gathering dusk managed to conceal the area from where Jerry furtively watched the actions of his recent bride with John.

The view was superb, he looked down into the pool at a 45 degree angle so he could see everything that went on in the water. That action was highlighted by the illumination of the in-pool lights. John and Brittany were playfully skylarking in the water like a pair of teenagers, splashing each other, chasing each other across the pool, only to hug and kiss when one caught the other. The water, being heated, had not seemed to quell John's ardour and Jerry observed that it was still rampant and hard. His wife seemed to notice that too, playfully touching and rubbing herself up against it at seemingly every opportunity.

She swam to one end and turned around, leaning back against the pool wall, her arms resting along the edge to either side of her head. She never said a word but her look and her submissive position implied to both men, 'come and get me.' John swam up to her and found this end was shallow enough for him to stand as he fitted his naked body hard up against hers. They kissed again and then Jerry guessed that John had fitted his cock into Brittany when she emitted a surprised, "Ooh!" and then she threw her arms around his neck tightly and burrowed her mouth in against him.

So began the beautiful ritual of fucking between man and woman. Jerry had an uninterrupted armchair view of his own wife and the man they were indebted to, doing the deed in the pool. The water became churned up around them as the action of the two bodies intensified. John was humping up into her furiously, causing her body to lift upward with every thrust, her breasts breaking the surface with each stroke that he pushed into her.

Jerry increased his own strokes on his cock, making his attempts more serious now, feeling his desire for release pushing up closer to the surface. He had never had great success with sex in the water, so he was stunned when he heard his wife's frantic loud mutterings, imploring John to "Cum with me, darling ... I'm almost there."

Jerry's view was theatre box quality, perched just back from the railing and looking down on the frenzied action on the stage that was the pool directly below him. He pumped his own cock, his eyes riveted to the couple in his pool, hearing his wife begging for her temporary lover to join her in ecstatic release. "Oh John yes, oh please cum with me!"

Then, anyone for a hundred yards around would know of her orgasm as she screamed loudly in the cooling night air, "Oh yes ... yes, yes, yes ... oh John, I love your cock."

Jerry wanted to see John pump his cum into his wife, but his own need couldn't hold out like John could and Jerry's cock erupted within his grasp, gobs of his cum gushing out in spurts that hit the railing in front of him. Jerry managed to stifle his own mumblings as he peaked and then rode his climax to its natural end.

As he himself ebbed, he saw and heard John reach his own successful finish, triumphantly trumpeting his cumming with loud sexual exhortations. Brittany was loud too and her husband wondered if her first orgasm had successfully segued into another. John had to hold her up as well as himself as her arms slipped from the pool edge and she floated in more ways than one.

"That was great," John said when both of them had quieted down from their euphoric finishes.

"Yes, sensational. You know, Jerry and I have tried that a couple of times, but we couldn't seem to make it work for us in the water. So we've just taken to fucking ourselves silly out on the sun lounges. I thought that's where we might do it tonight, but then you seemed to want to try it in the water, so I decided I was game for it. Now I'm glad we did, shows I can cum in the water after all ... Jerry claimed it wasn't possible."

Jerry had heard every word, but now he needed to get back downstairs to the kitchen before the two of them came back up to the bedroom. He hurried down the stairs and just got back into the kitchen to see his naked wife climb from the pool, water dripping off her sleek shiny body. She turned at poolside and waited for John to climb the ladder and join her, his cock now floppy after its exertions.

They embraced and kissed passionately. Jerry felt a twinge of jealousy for the first time since starting to watch. He found that he had actually enjoyed watching his wife being fucked by another man, but didn't like seeing a show of such affection as the passionate kissing. That raised his hackles, because that was taking his wife's conjugal contract to a higher level. Fucking without much kissing, like it might be a medical procedure, had been his expectation. Now he was shocked by how intense they seemed to be. Jerry even saw little romantic gestures like Brittany's right foot curling around behind her left foot during the deep kiss, and then the way she took John's hand so fondly to lead him back toward the house.

Fortunately, the couple bypassed the kitchen and headed for the stairs, water dripping from both of their naked bodies as they walked. Jerry heard John say, "I wonder what happened to Jerry, I wonder where he was while we were in the pool. Do you think he saw us?"

Jerry heard his wife answer, "I'll bet he did, he would have made a point of being somewhere that he could have watched us from."

"Really, do you think so."

"I'm sure of it."

Jerry heard nothing more of their conversation as the couple disappeared upstairs, reclaiming the bedroom that he -- Jerry -- would normally share with his wife.

Chapter Ten 

John and Brittany went straight into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom and showered together, washing away the pool chlorine and the bodily fluids from their latest sexual tryst. That was a lot of fun too with plenty of soapy lather and heaps of touching that seemed to restore their libidos for the next stage of this evening.

The two of them took turns at towelling each other dry and then they both adjourned to the huge bed in the master bedroom where this whole evening had started a few hours ago. John had cum twice in that time and he knew that his ability to keep getting it hard could expire after the next cum. Three had seemed to be his limit since coming in contact with the voracious sexual appetite of the woman in the bed with him now.

This was a nice time, they kissed and cuddled and touched and fondled. For him, it never went a lot further than the almost constant hard-on that he had when in her presence. But for her, John's quite good massage (for an amateur) brought on yet another very satisfying orgasm. As she came down gradually, John curiously opened a draw in the bedside table and found her treasure trove of sex toys.

"What does this do?" he asked naively as he pulled one after another from the drawer. After she described what pleasure she got from each item, John would insist on using it on her and he controlled the degree of pleasure dished out. Needless to say, she was kept on a constant pleasure high and she came several more times.

Meanwhile, Jerry was less content to be stuck downstairs after having been entertained by watching his wife and her new friend cavorting in the pool from above earlier. On a couple of occasions, he chanced his luck creeping up the stairs and proceeding right up to his bedroom door that the couple had conveniently not shut. Jerry was able to peep through the crack and watch the action inside his bedroom for a while.

The first time he found John sitting on top of Brittany's prone body that was flat out, face down on the bed. The corrupt local government official was in the midst of that massage and Jerry watched it all the way, seeing John's fingers on her back, her legs and then foraging in the crease of her arse that raised Brittany's appreciative moans. Then Jerry watched as John rolled his wife over, the man's fingers caressing her breasts and nipples before they zeroed in on her vulva and manipulated her sexual parts to an exciting and loud finish.

He returned downstairs after that and tried to read a book. He didn't want to turn the TV on because he was listening out for sounds coming from upstairs ... sounds that might indicate yet more sexual activity.

Then, about an hour after his first stealth venture up the stairs, he set out again. His ears had detected a buzzing sound and he was curious to track it down. It got louder as he approached his bedroom and he peeped in again, this time to see John experimenting with Brittany's various sex toys. Jerry stayed in that spot outside the slightly open door for over 20 minutes and watched his wife reacting to John's use of the toys on her body. Jerry was amazed to see her cum powerfully twice in the time that he watched. 'How many times has she cum tonight?' he wondered, 'how many times is it possible for a sexually active woman to cum?'

Jerry crept back downstairs and resumed reading his book. But when the clock struck midnight, he got curious once more. He had not heard any sounds for quite a while. He crept quietly up the stairs and to the open door, carefully avoiding a couple of creaky floorboards that he was aware of.

He peeped into the large room, now only illuminated by light from the two bedside lamps. The couple on the bed appeared to be sound asleep, John was even snoring lightly and Jerry's wife seemed to be oblivious to that. 'Probably because she is exhausted after cumming so many times,' thought Jerry.

He wanted to see them up closer but wondered if he dare take a chance. His wife would be furious, and so embarrassed, if either of them woke to see Jerry standing over them. But despite knowing how wrong it was, he stealthily slipped in through the open door and across to the bed.

Now he could see much better. They did both appear to be in deep sleep. The covers were thrown back and John was on his back, completely naked, his cock was still about a third erect, even while its owner slumbered. Brittany lay on her side, her head resting in the crook of John's arm that cradled her neck. The hand on the end of that bent arm rested on the smooth side of her left breast. Her face was on the edge of his chest, facing Jerry, who noted that even in her sleep, she wore a happy contented look.

Her hand lay across John's hip, the fingers resting on the man's semi-hard cock. Jerry figured that she had probably been holding or fondling it when sleep overtook her. Her left leg was bent at the knee, pulled forward and draped across her temporary lover's thighs while her right leg beneath was straight, parallel with John's toward the end of the bed. By moving around the bed to the other side Jerry could see her arse stretched by the separation of her thighs and he could peer closer to see her bulging vulva in beyond her arse from behind.

Her vulva was still glistening wet from her juices and one of her dildos still rested there, it's tip just pressing into the opening of her cunt, its task completed some time ago, but like anything that gets in there, reluctant to leave. Jerry crept quietly back around the bed, looking at the fornicators from every angle, aroused by what he saw there. He couldn't help himself and he reached into his trousers and again pulled out his by now quite stiff cock. He stood there surveying the scene on the bed and masturbating above them.

'This is getting worse,' he conceded, 'if either one wakes up now, I'm in deep shit.' But it didn't deter him and he managed to wank his cock almost to the verge of cumming before slipping out of the room to achieve his finish, knowing that the slapping sounds of his pumping hand and his uncontrollable grunts, could wake the pair on the bed.

Jerry's cock erupted in another powerful climax of cum and he rushed off into the bathroom trying to control where he sprayed it. All cleaned up, he gave up on being downstairs. Up here would be where the action was when the pair woke up and he wanted to be nearby. Jerry slipped into the second bedroom across the hall and lay down on his back on the bed. He was near enough that he could hear John's light snoring, so he was bound to hear sexual sounds when they next happened.

Chapter Eleven 

It was around 3am before John stirred, his arm that was under Brittany was in cramp. He managed to ease it out from under her body without waking her. He eased his body slightly away from her and she rolled over to now be lying front down on the bed. He watched for a while, taking in her wonderful shape, her body so feminine, and her flash of red hair that did so much to accentuate her beautiful face.

Moving so he could see further down her body, he spotted the discarded dildo between her lower lips and he removed it. He lightly ran his fingers through the moisture that still pooled there in the channel between those stretched labia lips and she stirred slightly, an appreciative murmur coming from her mouth.

John figured that he would likely only have one more cum in him this night, so where did he want it to be? He would love to try her arse again, but he didn't want this beautiful woman thinking that he was obsessed with anal sex. Still, after his finger had played between her labia lips, tracing up and down to bring out more of her juices, that finger was inexorably drawn to the dark cleavage of her prominent arse cheeks. Their mounds were so high and so smooth as she lay on her front ... he traced the lines of her arse crease, pushing in a little deeper on each sweep.

John figured that she must be awake. Early in his touching of her moistening vulva lips, her legs had shuffled wider apart, seemingly of their own accord, just to improve his digital access to her treasures.

Tempted as he was to have his fingers explore her anus again, he returned them to her vulva and resumed tracing a course that stretched along her now quite wet channel -- with spread puffy lips -- from the entrance to her cunt all the way to her emerging clit.

When his fingers paused high up in front to concentrate on her clitoris, Brittany suddenly came alive. Her body began to hump feverishly on his rotating fingers as they swirled in the moisture of her growing bud. She became quite loud, gasping out those wonderful warning signs that a woman gives when she is building toward a magnificent towering orgasm.

John's head swivelled around to check the door. It was open ... he would have preferred it closed so as not to wake Jerry, wherever he might be. But there was no way now that John could get off the bed to close it. He wouldn't dare leave Brittany so close to finishing, just to close a door.

Jerry had been brought awake with a start when he heard his wife's familiar voice echoing out the preliminary sounds of a sexual climax. He jumped up from his bed across the hall from his master bedroom and rushed to stand at the open doorway.

The sounds of his wife on the crest of sexual arousal came through the open door, sounding like it was part of intense sexual activity, so Jerry was surprised to see his wife in much the same position she had been in when he last peeped into the room. She was lying face down on the bed with John -- his back to the door - on his side beside her, the man's hand busy between her spread thighs. Brittany's hips and arse appeared to be the only parts of her body moving, but her loud sounds confirmed that she was about to cum hard.




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Jerry stood and watched as the man who he had invited to their bed steered her through what was obviously a very satisfying and complete sexual finish. It took her a while to come down, but eventually all was quiet again. Jerry saw her roll her body over onto her side, facing her temporary lover, spreading her arms to welcome him into a closer embrace.

The man peeping through the door felt a stab of jealousy, seeing the contented look on her face, the broad smile that accompanied John's body fitting itself up against her. Then Jerry also saw and heard the enthusiastic gasp as she obviously felt the lover's firm hard-on push against her belly, and her left leg lifted up, it would seem to accommodate the placing of that hard cock into her wet channel that folded around the shaft.

"That was such a nice way to wake up, John, I feel so great now" she told her lover. Jerry heard the same inflections, the same warm tone in her voice that he thought she only used for him when their bodies were this close -- so entwined. "It feels like we are still going. What do you want to do now, John? I don't think there's much I can deny you anymore, we've done most good stuff, haven't we?"

Jerry strained to hear, but he couldn't catch John's quiet words to her since the man was facing away from him. But whatever it was, Brittany giggled girlishly, gave her lover a broad smile and told him back, "Ooh John, you are a very naughty man."

At his place by the open doorway in the hall, Jerry struggled to keep an eye on the activity in his bed. He couldn't chance looking into the room too much because his wife was facing the door, even though she was partly obscured by John's body.

He stole another quick look and saw that the couple were rising. John sat on the edge of the bed and Brittany was already standing. She turned her back to Jerry as she spread her legs and straddled her seated lover, her knees to each side of his hips. Then John rose up from the bed, bringing her with him and she locked her legs tightly around her lover's arse. Jerry figured that she had positioned her body onto John's hard cock that was probably now up inside her.

The two were headed for the door where Jerry was standing and he quickly spun around and rushed back into the spare room where he had previously been sleeping. He lay back on that bed in case the couple peeped in that room, but he heard them go past the door.

Jerry heard his wife's voice, "So John, our tour begins here, there are three bedrooms off this hallway."

Jerry worked out that his wife appeared to be taking their guest John on a tour of their big house ... but with John carrying Brittany on his cock, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs locked around his arse. She would feel movement of that cock in her cunt at every step John took, shaking her up and down on his hard appendage. He could hear that by her grunts that punctuated every third or fourth word.

Satisfied that the couple had gone past his door, Jerry slipped out into the hallway just in time to see John - holding Brittany on and in front of him -- standing at the top of the stairs, looking about to attempt to negotiate the steps down to the ground level. 'Don't drop her, man, oh please don't drop her ... particularly with your cock up inside her' he pleaded silently.

He could hear his wife giggling. She was of course facing the man who carried her on his cock and in his arms, so her back was to the descent down the stairs. "Don't you drop me," Brittany told her temporary lover, echoing her husband's silent pleas.

John couldn't hold the banister railing because both of his hands were busy holding this woman, cupped under her arse cheeks. He tentatively edged his foot down the first step, then had his other foot join it. Then the left foot onto the second step and the right followed. One by one, John carried his precious skewered cargo down the stairs at around three in the morning ... and Jerry lurked just out of sight a few paces behind, avidly watching them.

The couple made it to the bottom of the stairs as Jerry reached the top of the stairs, hanging back for the couple to move off on the ground floor before he attempted his own descent.

By the time Jerry reached the bottom of the stairs, Brittany and John had wandered off somewhere into one of the ground floor rooms. He tentatively followed them, listening for a sound to identify where they might be. He heard his wife from somewhere down the hallway, "Oh John, it feels so good, every step you take pushes it up into me. Oh my God, I don't believe it, I might cum again."

Jerry was getting anxious to see them. He followed the sounds, peeping tentatively in through each doorway that he came to. All the while, he could hear his wife's breathing now loud and ragged, he detected that she was getting close again, knew that each step John took, drove the man's cock hard up inside Brittany's hot cunt.

Jerry peeped through the doorway to the kitchen, and spotted the pair of them across the room in another doorway -- the one that led into the dining room. John had his back to Jerry, the feet were spread apart, braced there in the open doorway. Jerry could see his wife's face quite clearly, her eyes were closed so he felt safe in stepping closer into the kitchen to watch.

Brittany's cheek rested against John's cheek, her arms that had been draped around his neck, now were stretched upward, her fingertips clinging to the sill above the doorway, holding her body up, hanging there in his arms while his cock pounded upward into her body. Her legs clutched around his hips, his arse, but they moved in ecstatic rhythm with the force of each stroke up into her cunt.

Her breath was now coming in short static gasps, expelled by the force of each upward thrust into her body. John too sounded on the verge of climax as he desperately tried to hang on while the woman who rode him neared an explosive orgasm. Jerry looked on in awe as he saw the expression on his beautiful wife's face reveal every emotion, every passionate feeling that this man gave her as her body crested and then peaked on the top of John's cock. There was a loud expressive scream from Brittany, accompanied by "Yes, yes, oh God, I'm there! Thank you! Thank you, John!"

Jerry saw her fingers let go of the sill above the doorway and her arms fell once more around John's neck. She hung on as his hips continued to thrust upward, but only for seconds more, and then he too emitted an explosive sound and he yelled, "Oh God yeah, what a great fuck!"

John's unsteady legs buckled and Brittany's hands were forced to reach out on both sides, hanging onto the doorframe for fear of them both tumbling to the floor. Somehow, they managed to stay upright and Jerry listened to their combined gasps of intense sexual pleasure as the two bodies spasmed and jerked their way through one final fulfilling finish.

Jerry again reached for his own hard erection and he stroked it lightly, unsure if he really wanted to beat off once more. What he really wanted would be for John to leave quickly now so that he - the husband - could be with his wife, to re-live her sexual highs this night for his own selfish but entirely necessary sexual gratification.

John's legs still trembled and somehow he managed to back up into the kitchen, forcing Jerry to slip back out of the doorway that he lurked in. John scrambled across the room to the table where the three of them had enjoyed Chinese takeaway so many hours ago. He managed to drop Brittany's arse onto the table edge, taking the combined weight of both of them off his shaky legs.

She opened her eyes and saw John pull his head back so he could stare into hers. "You okay?" he asked her with concern that looked genuine.

"Oh my God, yes John. Oh my goodness, that was just incredible. I don't know how you held me up. I expected we were both going to end up in a heap on the floor."

John leaned forward and kissed her and she kissed him back with immense passion. Jerry watched from the darkened hallway outside the kitchen, somewhat surprised by the intensity of what the fornicating couple was sharing, his hand still idly stroking his cock.

John used his hands to hold her body steady, just the cheeks of her arse perching on the table edge. He bent his legs to lower his body enough to ease his cock from out of the clutch of her cunt and she looked down anxiously to see it appear from within her. "Is it okay, John? Are you all right? It didn't get bent or anything, did it? I don't know how you did that, how you held me up on top of you for so long. Oh my God, it was truly amazing. You're good, John, so good!"

He too had looked down to check on his cock as it reappeared. "Umm, looks okay," he reassured his temporary lover, then smiling, he said, "...and feels fuckin' great, I might add."

"You did do a good job with that, John. Say, did we finish our tour?" and she laughed at the idiocy of the comment.

"Yeah, we sure finished the tour ... finished damn near everything, I'd say. I'm all finished too, I guess I better go." John looked around the kitchen, although surely not expecting to actually see her husband, "I don't know where Jerry is, but I won't try to find him. Can you tell him good night and thanks again?"

"Yeah, sure!" she told John with a warm smile.

"I'll go find my clothes upstairs and then I'll let myself out," John told her, "Bye babe, look forward to next week. We might go back to the hotel, what do you think?"

"That would be good, John," she said, "I'd feel better without worrying all the time whether Jerry's watching us."

"Do you think he did, babe?" John paused in his exit to ask curiously.

"Yeah, I'll bet he did. I'm not sure where or how, but from the way he wants to know stuff after each meeting we have, I figure he would want to, although I don't know why."

Jerry had to quickly back-pedal out of the way when John left the kitchen in search of his clothes. He hung around downstairs, waiting and listening for the sound of John leaving. Eventually, he spotted John, once more fully dressed, heading toward the front door, and then the sound of the door closing.

Jerry sprinted for the stairs, he bolted up them two at a time, just as he had when he went to spy on his wife and her temporary lover cavorting in the pool. He headed directly to the master bedroom and once inside, he saw his wife. She had collapsed, exhausted, on the bed. Jerry had his clothes off by the time he reached the bed.

Brittany felt the movement as Jerry knelt on the edge. Being so drowsy, she didn't know that her temporary lover had left. "Not again, John, I can't do any more. Why are you back, did you forget something?"

Her eyes were still closed in her exhaustion, but the sound of her husband's voice snapped her eyes open. "It's not John, honey, he's gone. It's my time now, don't drop asleep yet."

"Oh darling, couldn't you please wait until the morning? I am just beat."

She felt her husband spread her thighs apart, and then the familiar feel of his cock-head at the still very open lips of her labia. He pushed himself inside her easily. She was so wet with the remains of John's cum that her husband slid into her smoothly and Brittany experienced a mild panic, 'I have always been so tight for him, I hope he's not disappointed.'

Brittany felt the weight of Jerry's body fitting itself to hers and, through natural instinct, her legs and arms folded around her husband and she resigned herself to this long night being one good fuck longer.

As he settled into a rhythm that she was surprised actually felt quite good in spite of her numerous multiple cum's that evening, she asked Jerry, "Darling, what did you do all evening while John and I were busy?"

Her husband supported himself up on his straightened arms, looking down on his beautiful wife as his hips drove his firm erection in and out of her very wet cunt. "Nothing special, just hung around ... read a book for a while."

"Did you watch us, Jerry?"

"Why honey, did you want me to?"

Caught out by her husband switching the question back on her, she stumbled, "Err no, of course not ... I just thought that the way you've been ... err, you know, so anxious to hear about what John and I had done. Well, I just figured that with us here in the house, you wouldn't be able to resist the chance to peep on us."

"Peep ... hey honey, that sounds like I'm some kind of voyeur."

"Call it whatever you want, Jerry ... so, you didn't answer me, did you watch?"

Was it to avoid answering again? Jerry pulled his cock almost out of her and switched to short, sharp stabs, only penetrating less than 2 inches into her wet passage, working on her g spot with practised style.

"Oh God!" she squealed, overcome by the sudden change of pace and thrusts. "Oh, not again, I just can't cum any more."

"You came for him enough times, surely you can give me at least one," he told her as he switched the pace again, returning to hard, driving thrusts that pushed his tip right up to the end of her cunt.

She gave up asking and surrendered her body to the throbbing, pulsing orgasm that washed over her. Driven by all he had seen take place between his beloved wife and her temporary lover this long night, Jerry switched into high gear and drove a dozen more hard strokes that resulted in his own climax, spasming his cum into his exhausted wife.

When he had emptied the last drops of his seed into her body, Jerry rolled off her and lay to one side. She immediately turned to him, "So, you managed to distract me by getting me to cum, but now, I'm waiting..."

"Waiting ... waiting for what?"

"You know," she said, punching his arm, "I figure you did watch us. You can just tell me how much you saw."

"Okay, okay, you're right, honey. I saw you two do it in the pool."

"You did ... where were you?"

"Up here, out on the balcony, a great view from up here."

"You dirty perve, I can't believe you did that. Why would you do it?"

"Because seeing you have sex turns me on. It turns me on when I see you have sex with me, like just then. And now I've found that it turns me on to see you have sex with John. Having you tell me about it was one thing, but actually seeing you give yourself so warmly, so openly, to another man. Wow, that makes me horny."

"You are real strange, Jerry," she told him. Then she began thinking back on the other things that John and she had done tonight, "Did you see John trying out all my dildos and sex toys on me?"

"No, I missed that. I would have liked to have seen that, but when I eventually got myself back up here, you two were sound asleep. I did see one of your toys lying there, just inside you."

"How could you see that from back at the door?"

"I couldn't. I only saw it when I came in and checked you two out."

"What? While we were asleep?"

Jerry grinned, "Yeah, pretty cheeky, eh?"

"What if John or I had woken up?"

"I guess I'd have been embarrassed then."

"Is that all? Where were you when I rode John's cock around the house?"

"Ah yeah, that was good, shame we too have never tried that."

"You mean you saw that too? But how, we went from room to room?"

"With me just a few paces behind. I got down to the kitchen in time to see you cum in the doorway. Shit, that was exciting!"

"You really are a voyeur, Jerry. Well, you're gonna miss out next week, John and I have decided to go back to the hotel."

 To be continued...