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Road Trip Rogue Ch. 01

By: Strawberry_2051



Text copyright 2013

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This is a work of fiction.

Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead,
would not only be purely coincidental, but also a complete surprise.
The material found in this story contains sexually explicit situations 
and is intended for a mature audience only. 

All persons portrayed in this story are 18 years of age or older.






Ch. 1: Spouses in the Front Seat

It was late spring when my wife and I joined two couples for a bizarre evening. The six of us piled into a Chevrolet Impala for a two hour road trip and an evening at Hymel's, a dive of a restaurant on the banks of the Mississippi River. It was during the drive back home that my life changed.

We were all in our twenties and generally considered ourselves up-and-coming professionals. The core of our group was us three guys. We had met in college through our fraternities. My best friend Robert was the manager of a floral business. He was a big, soft blond and probably the best looking one of the bunch, which might explain his obvious confidence. 

All three of our women were gorgeous and his wife Sharon was especially attractive that night. Through the beginnings of my alcohol-induced fog I had to discipline myself to keep from staring at her. Sharon was normally a prim and proper mom who was in the banking business like me. But tonight she was out on the town sporting a low-cut green, silky dress without a bra, emphasizing her sensual side. Sharon was buxom, with short platinum-blond hair, and very nice curves that jiggled subtly as she moved. 

Okay, it's obvious I had an extra attraction for Sharon. I know I should have felt guilty about leering at my best friend's wife, but I didn't. Also, you'll notice that I do a much more thorough job describing the women. What can I say? I'm a guy.

I'm Dave and I work at a bank headquarters. I used to consider myself a nice guy but now I'm not sure. I lifted weights so I was the most bulked up of us three guys, which wasn't saying much. 

The love of my life was Ellen. She taught at a middle school and took her profession seriously, which I admired. But on that evening I was more aware of being around three attractive women and having at least this one to admire without guilt or fear of being caught. My wife was the picture of health and beauty. She ran an hour every day of the week and had that tall, thin runner's build with virtually no bosom. Of course that was fine by me. 

Ellen was not only a gorgeous brunette; she was my gorgeous brunette. She had bangs and long hair. Her big blue eyes were almost as much of a distraction as her luscious full lips. I was totally and hopelessly in love with the future mother of my children. 

Ozzie was a contractor in his dad's business. He was average height, weight, and build. Everyone in our group was somewhat competitive but Ozzie was more open about it, which could be irritating and sometimes insulting. 

We were all easy-going and friendly except for Ozzie's girlfriend Paula. In general she was fun to be around, but Paula could be intense and even confrontational. She was younger than the rest of us and the only one not college educated. She wasn't even from the "right side" of town. But she was bright and her personality fit in with ours even though she was obviously an outsider to our close-knit group. 

Paula's appearance matched her personality. Her hair was brown, somewhat curly, and short but always a little messed up and bushy. Peeking out from behind long bangs were dreamy eyes. She had a little bit of a belly, but she had a nice round butt. She was a smoker, which fit with her noticeable I don't give a shit attitude. Paula was sexy without trying. She and Ozzie were the only members of our group not married, and she was a Project Clerk at Ozzie's family construction company.

The trip to the restaurant was uneventful except that we let Paula drive the car. She drove aggressively and cursed the other drivers like a sailor. Ozzie enjoyed her antics and her driving became so entertaining it contributed to our group's good time. 

We talked loud and fast and drank beer when we weren't laughing and making good-natured fun of each other. With three of us in the front seat and three in the back, it made for a circus of animated conversation. 

And the fun didn't stop when we got to Hymel's. The place was famous for messy boiled crawfish, huge goblets of beer, and wax-paper table cloths that were thrown away when customers left. As we got drunk we began to disclose details about our private lives. 

"Does anyone besides my husband have sex in their sleep?" asked Sharon.

She was halfway out of her chair laughing and gesturing. Her question caused an immediate uproar at the table. Robert just sat there with a wide, shit-eating grin on his mustached face.

"Robert always just takes what he wants!" slurred Ozzie. 

"Does he actually come in his sleep?" squealed Paula.

Sharon ignored Ozzie's comment, "Well, Paula, to be truthful, he seems to wake up about the time he's getting good and excited. But I can tell he's dreaming about someone else, because he's always surprised to see me."

Paula crowed loudly with laughter, and if we had been any place but Hymel's it would have silenced the restaurant. Robert, the midnight sleep lover, continued to grin with pride. 

That's when my wife, Ellen, expressed genuine concern, "Isn't it a little rough on you, Sharon, to be waked up in the middle of the night like that with no foreplay?"

Sharon turned toward her with a wry grin. "Oh, there's foreplay okay!" she snorted, "He does better foreplay in his sleep than he does when he's awake! In fact, I'm disappointed if he wakes up too soon."

Even Ozzie had to laugh grudgingly at that.

Robert added to his wife's comments: "One time I woke up with my face buried right in Sharon's naked pussy. And I had her lifted up in the air with my hands under her butt. When I realized where I was I wanted to go back to sleep but she made me keep going."

What a great time with good friends. We laughed until our sides hurt. Paula cuddled up to Ozzie like they were honeymooners and apparently felt she needed to respond. 

"Well, my man doesn't move me in the middle of the night like that, but he definitely keeps me satisfied."

Now it was Ozzie's turn to sit and grin.

Paula added, "Every day." That made the rest of us moan with embarrassment but Paula just wouldn't stop, "Sometimes three or four times in one day."

Now that was funny. I probably laughed harder than anybody. Then I noticed that my friends had turned to look with anticipation at my wife. An "Oh shit!" escaped from my lips as Ellen took a breath to speak.

"My husband never wants to make love after his bedtime. And he never wants to have sex more than one time in a day and maybe just once or twice a week. But I love a few things about Dave. He likes cunnilingus, he's a pro with my G-spot, and he has a large penis. Sometimes it feels too large."

Sharon cackled through the loud commotion that resulted, "I promise a large penis will be especially treasured after you've had a baby."

This was not nearly as funny as when the joke was on someone else. I couldn't reach my wife to shut her up so I yelled over the roar of the table, "Baby, I never told you I had a big dick; I just never corrected you. Don't you know every guy convinces his wife that he's big?"

Of course, without responding to me, my wife added, "And if I manage him right I can get all the satisfaction I need, every time."

Not only was our table rowdy with laughter, apparently we had also been entertaining the tables around us. Even the waitress made a lewd joke about wanting to see if I was big enough to reach the bottom of one of their supersized beer mugs. It was all very embarrassing so I was glad when Paula turned the attention away from me. 

"What kind of birth control do ya'll use?" she asked. 

Robert and I glanced at each other but it was my wife who spoke up first. "We use foam. I tried the pill but it put so much weight on me I got scared. What do you use?"

"I'm on the pill, but you're right about it putting on some pounds." Paula thumped her belly as if to show that she thought it was worth it. "I guess foam works for ya'll since you don't have sex that often. I'd probably drown in it if I had to use foam every time we had sex."

I could feel my face go beet red over the implication that I could not get it up very often. And it actually pissed me off that Paula and Ozzie seemed to glory over that fact. I looked over at my wife and she also was red-faced.

Paula dismissed us and turned to Sharon and Robert, "So what do ya'll use?"

After a brief hesitation Sharon answered, "The Rhythm Method."

"What is that?"

"We're kind of old-school Catholics and we don't use medicinal types of birth control for religious reasons," Sharon patiently explained. "We simply don't have genital sex during the part of the month when I could be ovulating." Sharon turned to her husband with a knowing smile, "Except of course for that one time when we sleep-fucked and we have a baby to show for that."

"That sounds like a nightmare!" Paula said with a look of horror. "I would never even try something that risky. And as far as the sex goes, my ovulation days are my hottest days. I just have to have it right then," she added with a smug smile.

"She's right." confirmed Ozzie. "That's when Paula's as hot as a firecracker and sex is the best." Then Ozzie's face lit up with an idea for a probing question. He smirked at Robert, "So, is tonight going to be one of your lucky nights?"

Robert didn't seem fazed, "We picked this weekend to get together with ya'll in order to distract ourselves, because tonight is a no-go." 

Everyone at the table chuckled and automatically looked over to Sharon who was blushing even as she laughed.

We proceeded to drink and eat crawfish until we were tired and it was time to go. The girls made a long bathroom visit as the guys paid up and then staggered into the foggy parking lot to wait for them. It was an opportunity for us to talk about the girls and for Robert to tease me. 

"Congratulations, Dave; your wife has really bought into that line about your having a big dick. I've been trying to convince my wife I have a big dick for years but she just won't believe it."

"Oh shit, that was embarrassing," I said. "At least you two seemed proud of what we were teasing you about."

Ozzie leaned too close and bragged loudly, "I'm more than just proud. Paula is a hot fuck and she's also making loads of money for me. Paula isn't like your wives. She's kind of a low class bitch. But I keep her around because she has gotten to where she runs our entire company. My dad and I don't do a damn thing. And on top of that she's been fucking me like a rabbit ever since I popped her cherry last year." There is an unspoken rule in the Deep South that you don't talk trash about your wife or girlfriend, just any other woman on the planet. Ozzie apparently had never heard about that gentleman's understanding.

It was probably because he was drunk, but this was strong language even for Ozzie. Then he really broke through the social boundaries. "You two should get me to fuck your wives," he announced, slurring his words. "They're college educated and could probably really make you rich once I start motivating them. And I wouldn't even charge you much."

I don't know about the rest of the world, but in our corner of it you don't even joke about that shit. Ozzie's suggestion was still sinking into my brain as I watched Robert's red-faced, flustered reaction. 

"I don't think you could possibly help me. I've trained myself in bedroom control skills with the Rhythm Method that you guys could never master."

Ozzie just grinned but I was a little surprised that my best friend was directing his comments to me as much as to Ozzie. 

Robert kept going. "If I got my hands on Paula I'd bounce her pussy so hard her little titties would jiggle all over the house. And I'd save my best for Ellen's pussy. I'd get those long legs flying every which way and I'd have her squealing like a pig, EEEEEEE!"

It hurt a little bit that Robert had turned his wrath toward me. We stood still in the silent parking lot waiting to see what would happen. Ozzie started snickering and before it was over we were all three folded over laughing. In general I thought it was all pretty funny. But I didn't think it was so funny that his imitation of Ellen was fairly close to her real life bedroom shriek.

The girls came outside in a good mood and we discussed who would be the best driver for the two hour trip home. I was the first to speak, "I'm exhausted and I need some sleep."

My wife chimed in, "I told you. It's past his bedtime." I wasn't offended and stumbled into her for an awkward kiss. Even a simple kiss from her could knock my socks off. I automatically patted her on the bottom but it was in front of everyone causing her to let out a nervous giggle before continuing, "I'm awake enough to drive but I still feel a little drunk."

Ozzie was completely drunk but that didn't stop him. "I can drive." he said too loudly. He proceeded to stagger toward the driver's side of the car.

"Hell, no!" said Robert, stepping between Ozzie and the car. "You're not driving my car." Robert turned to the rest of us and commented jokingly, "It must be a law of nature that the drunkest person in any group is the one who wants to drive." 

Ozzie was a good sport and laughed at himself along with the rest of us. Paula commented that she also was too drunk to drive.

Robert took charge, "I can drive. I quit drinking an hour ago," he assured us and then turned to my wife. "Maybe you can keep me company in the front seat." 

That worked out well because everyone else was either too drunk or too tired to even think about driving. All four of us sleepers wanted to be in the back seat away from the front seat talkers and away from the radio. We knew it would be crowded back there but that was just part of the fun. As we giggled and crawled into the back seat we tried a boy-girl-boy-girl arrangement. Except for Sharon's dress we were all wearing shorts which led to a lot of thigh contact. 

"Hey, Dave, you're crammed up against my legs," Paula complained.

Sharon solved the impasse by asking my wife, "Ellen, you don't mind if I sit on your husband's lap do you?"

"No, but don't get your feelings hurt if he ignores you. He's about to pass out."

Sharon was already placing her hands on my bare thighs and settling onto my lap. I couldn't help but touch her waist and hips with my fingertips but she didn't seem to mind. Without thinking I commented, "Wow you're nice and soft."

"Are you saying I have a fat ass?" she joked. 

"Don't worry," my wife told her. "He'll love having your soft butt in his lap."

"Well, if that's the case, what happens if I bump into that large penis problem?"

I groaned, "Oh no, not that again," to everyone's delight. 

My wife told Sharon, "In just a couple of minutes the only thing hard you'll be feeling is his knee bone, because he'll be snoring."

Sharon retorted, "Well, okay. And by the way, Ellen; if my husband starts hunching on the steering wheel, wake him up." That joke made everyone chuckle and it somehow signaled the end of our partying.

We settled into our seats and Robert started the car. Ellen turned on the radio and cranked the sound up, then cracked open the windows, apparently hoping the music and rushing wind would help Robert stay alert. But as he started driving, there was a problem. The humidity was so bad that the windshield misted over on the inside. Robert pulled out onto the highway with the wipers going but we were all tense over his lack of ability to see the road. 

I told Ellen, "Hey, babe, wipe off the inside of the windshield and see if that helps." 

My drunk, adorable wife dutifully cleaned the glass right in front of herself. Sharon and I giggled as I corrected Ellen. "No, babe; I meant wipe the part of the windshield in front of Robert so he can see."

"Oh, right," she said, laughing at herself. She started to reach in front of Robert then hesitated. "This windshield is really wet. I need a rag."

We fumbled around in the car looking for something to use while Robert hunched forward and squinted, trying to stay on the road.

"Here, just use my t-shirt." I said, pulling it over my head and handing it forward.

"Eww," Ozzie grimaced. "Dave's always trying to show off his bare chest. Too bad it won't do him any good in the dark."

My wife ignored Ozzie, "Thanks, babe," she said to me. She leaned in front of Robert and cleaned the glass. With a clear view of the highway, he was finally able to accelerate but within seconds a new layer of condensation started forming. 

"It looks like I'll have to keep doing this because the inside is misting over again," my wife announced, and scooted over to sit right next to Robert. 

It appeared we were all settled until Sharon squirmed in my lap and turned to look at me with a slightly drunken smile. She placed a palm gently on my shoulder and moved it across my chest as if she was caressing my pec muscles. She and I laughed at her silent little teasing joke and she turned to face forward again. But she kept fidgeting, unable to find a comfortable position. It was difficult for me to relax with her moving around so much. 

The next thing Sharon did shocked my senses into high alert. After telling Ellen, "You're right; Dave does have a bony knee," she proceeded to ride my leg cowboy style, rubbing her crotch on my thigh. The back of her dress slid up and I could feel her panties and naked thighs rubbing along my bare legs. My hands flew to grasp her delicate waist and I closed my legs together around her thigh, but I didn't know whether to stop her or go along. 

After just a few back-and-forth movements she laughed an evil little chuckle and stopped. She leered back at me then rested against the side window and began to relax. But our naked thighs were still pressed together.

Sharon seemed to think this was all totally innocent, but I was in a panic. We were sitting behind her husband Robert, but fortunately he could not see us easily in the rearview mirror. And even though my wife had never taken her eyes off the road except to chat with Robert it would have been easy for her to turn around and see Sharon's pussy-pushing game. I glanced to the right where Paula and Ozzie were snuggling with their eyes closed preparing to nap, so they did not present a problem. 

Apparently I was the only one worried. However, my dick wasn't worried; it was standing at attention against my stomach. Thank goodness Sharon wasn't sitting further back or she would've felt the seriousness of my predicament. It occurred to me that this could become a funny story if I spun it right. Even though Sharon's pussy felt like a hot, burning ember on my leg, apparently she was too drunk to know what she had done to me. It would take a little determination on my part, but all I had to do was ignore it.

But then her obviously turned-on pussy leaked moisture onto my leg. Her body tensed with the realization, and so did my penis. Sharon had clearly gotten a thrill out of her cowgirl thigh-rubbing routine. Slowly she turned her head toward me and leaned back against my chest, our cheeks touching. 

"Oops..." she whispered in my ear with an embarrassed chuckle. 

"That's okay," I responded stupidly, intensely aware of the smell of her hair and the feel of her silky dress.

This did not have to be a problem. All I had to do was move Sharon to the correct position on my lap. I nudged her waist with my hands to get her to sit on both of my legs. She misinterpreted what I wanted and slid back, pressing firmly against my raging hard-on. I could almost feel her ass jiggle as she flinched and stopped moving. 


Road Trip Rogue Ch. 01



Later, I realized that particular moment was a crossroads in my life. Had I managed it right, we would have gotten past that evening with only a little personal embarrassment shared between us. Instead, I slowly slid my hands off her waist to gently cup her silky, soft butt. 

Sharon did not move and neither did I. We must've spent a full minute with her pressed against my twitching penis and with my hands cupping that sweet ass. Finally, Sharon subtly wiggled her butt against my throbbing dick. I responded by leaning my face into her hair and inhaling its intoxicating scent. Sharon remained very still. She may have been having second thoughts but she did not object as I began to gently caress her ass.

We stayed locked in this situation for what seemed like minutes. The only movement was my hands on her butt. The thought eventually occurred to me that maybe I was taking advantage of an accidental situation and she was struggling with how to stop me. I felt guilty and slowed my hand movements almost to a stop. Sharon again moved her ass up against my dick. It was a very slight motion, but there was no mistaking her signal to continue. 

With that encouragement I firmly and slowly clamped my legs together around her tender thigh. 

She groaned softly and responded by squeezing her naked thighs together hard around my leg and pressing her plainly damp panties onto my bare skin.

Instantly, I was going out of my mind with lust. At the same time I was scared shitless of being discovered. But in the front seat my wife was engaged in a lively political conversation with Robert and the couple next to us was fast asleep. 

With the coast clear, I gripped Sharon's hip bones and lifted my knee firmly up to press against her wet vagina. Sharon just pushed her soft butt harder against my erection. 

I grunted a little too loudly. Robert leaned over so he could see us in the rearview mirror causing my blood pressure to spike.

"You okay, Dave?" he asked.

"Yeah, Sharon just butted me. It's no big deal."

Robert sat back and continued driving without comment. I glanced to the right and was relieved to see Ozzie and Paula were passed out with their mouths open and eyes closed.

Sharon twisted and leaned back into me, placing her lips on my earlobe, "You'll go to hell for that comment." She stayed there breathing into my ear and slowly began a gentle rocking motion. She rotated her pelvis to first press her groin against my leg and then rub her butt against my cock. 

I impulsively grabbed the back hem of Sharon's dress and pulled it out from under her. Suddenly there was no dress between us, just my shorts and her thin panties. The sudden move surprised Sharon and she stopped undulating in order to scan the car. Her dress was draped over both our laps and covered what was going on underneath.

Sharon breathlessly waited to find out what I had in mind. I slid my hands under the dress and encountered cool smooth skin along the outside of her hips and thighs, interrupted only by panty briefs. I could feel her skin tremble with anticipation and indecision. 

I gently ran my hands down the outside of her legs to her knees. The feel of her skin was luxurious. She stayed frozen in position as I then allowed my hands to come around her knees and move up the inside of her thighs. Sharon stopped me. She knew where I was headed and did not want my hands on her wet vagina.

Apparently I had to be content with simply caressing the outside of her legs and her butt. That must have been what she wanted because she resumed her hot rhythmic pelvis grinding. 

I began to explore the fringes of her panties across her belly. Her stomach flinched and she hesitated, and then resumed her movements. But when I moved my hands lower across the front of her panties she slammed her hands over mine. She had stopped my advances from two different directions. No pussy for me.

Eventually Sharon slowed down in order to reach back and to the best of her ability caress my hips and torso. I was already bare-chested so the skin to skin contact felt pretty damn good.

What happened next was probably an accident. I really believe Sharon only intended to caress my stomach muscles and maybe even pass her hand across the front of my shorts. But what she found was my naked penis protruding above the waist band. 

I inhaled sharply. 

Sharon froze with the realization of what she had discovered, but she did not move her hand away. With tantalizing slowness she wrapped her hand around my sensitive cock, prompting a groan to escape from my lips. 

At this point I need to say something about my penis and my decision-making. The instant my dick feels female skin of any kind it seems to assume a personality of its own. Somehow it has great influence with me, and it really does not care very much about consequences. In other words, I may not have made the wisest decisions that night.

Sharon kept a light but determined grip on my penis as I frantically unzipped my shorts to give her better access. She ran her fingertips up and down the full length of my cock and played briefly with my balls. She leaned back into my chest and whispered, "She's right, you do have a large cock."

Our breathing was getting ragged but through a haze of desire I began to understand that Sharon had a very tender lovemaking style. She was not stroking, she was caressing. Her fingertips feathered up and down the length of my cock. 

It was hard for me to control myself. Her gentle exploratory touch on my dick felt like static electricity. Without a thought for anyone else in the car I reached around and got a firm grip of her braless round tits through her dress. She continued to run her fingers along my sensitive member. I decided to give her the best access possible so I lowered my shorts to my ankles.

Sharon whimpered an objection to what I was doing. But she never let go of my dick. My hands were up under her dress and I grabbed the waistband of her panties and jerked them down. 

"Oh, shit," she gasped, but Ellen and Robert were apparently too absorbed in music and watching the road to hear her. 

Sharon could have snatched her panties back when they were at mid-thigh. Instead she simply pressed her knees together. She did not keep me from rolling her underwear completely down. Sharon lifted her legs as I pulled the panties over her shoes and stuffed them in the pocket of my shorts.

When I straightened up I centered her in my lap. Still under the cover of her dress, we were completely naked and pressed against each other from ankle to rib cage with my straining dick trapped between her ass and my stomach. Sharon's breathing was shallow and rapid; not out of fear but from anticipation.



Road Trip Rogue Ch. 02



Ch. 2: Backseat Hanky-Panky

I slid my hands under Sharon's dress and pressed against the skin of her legs. Similar to before, I moved my palms over her thighs. This time she did not stop me. The closer I approached Sharon's pussy, the faster she breathed. When my fingertips arrived near her exposed vagina, Sharon spread her knees slightly apart. But instead of going directly for Sharon's pussy, I slowly dragged my fingertips up across her hips and belly. She groaned with a mixture of relief and disappointment. But I could tell she liked that. 

Sharon straightened in my lap, relaxed back into me, and then spread her thighs apart. My heart began to pound so hard that I could hear it. Using just the fingertips of my right hand I explored Sharon's soft inner thigh, circling closer and closer to her groin. Now instead of trying to stop me she was fidgeting her hips to help. I came across the thrilling feel of her pubic hair so I knew I was close to her outer lips. But I controlled the impulse to dive my fingers into her vagina because I now understood that Sharon liked things slow and sensual.

I could barely feel the rise of Sharon's outer pussy lip. I made sure to take plenty of time exploring her skin. By that time I really had her squirming. She could tell that eventually I would place my fingers exactly where she wanted me to. She just didn't know when. 

Finally I tracked my fingertip over the middle of her pussy lips and over their full length. This was still torture for her because I did not apply enough pressure to slide in and get to the pleasures beneath. 

"Oh, fuck," she quietly drawled. 

I moved my fingertip slowly, repeatedly up and down the center of those lips. Gradually and imperceptibly I increased the pressure. Finally my fingertip fell between her pussy lips into a well of moisture.

Sharon inhaled sharply and her pelvis just about vibrated in my hand. I took my time even though I really wanted to hurry. Sharon kept fidgeting in my lap pushing her pelvis up toward my hand so I was able to easily find her clitoris. She breathed out and all her fidgeting stopped. 

Playing with Sharon's clitoris became easygoing fun, my fingers pressing in a rhythm with her pelvic movements. I really wanted to get my dick in on this action but decided there was no way that was going to happen. I had to agree with her implied strategy to get close but not quite. Aside from cheating on our mates who were just inches away from us, we had no form of birth control. 

I decided I would be happy and even privileged to bring Sharon as close to an orgasm as possible with just my fingers. And we could quit for the night. Bad yes, but we would always be relieved and proud of the fact that we hadn't actually had sex. We would always wonder how far we would've gone if we had birth control.

The time had come for me to locate Sharon's G-spot. I knew better than to make a drastic switch from clitoris to G-spot. First, I warmed her up a little more by using the fingers of my left hand to stretch apart her pussy lips and give my right fingers better access to her clitoris.

Oh, yeah—she liked that too, her body twitched with the increased stimulation. She kept trying to caress me but the spaces were too tight. I concentrated on pleasuring her and finally slipped my middle finger into her vagina. Sharon exhaled a long deep breath. 

But the G-spot wasn't that easy to find. Sharon's pussy seemed different from Ellen's so I alternated between caressing her clitoris and looking for the G-spot. I inserted two fingers and decided I must be close. Sharon gasped and took over strumming her own clitoris, leaving me to concentrate full-time on her G-spot.

I used two fingers and tried to match Sharon's pace. She scooted around on my lap in time with the movements of our fingers. After a while I indulged myself and began to prod my dick against that soft ass of hers. Sharon made a couple of weak attempts to reach back for my member, but I didn't make it easy for her because I was already having plenty of fun. Besides I had resigned myself to this being the limit of our erotic misbehavior.

Sharon abruptly shook her head in an attempt to gain control of herself, and ceased all movement. She leaned back to place her lips against my ear, and seemed almost angry as she whispered, "Goddamnit Dave this has to stop!"

Of course I knew she was right. Our marriage partners were right there in the front seat. But I was more aware of her bare skin against my lap and her lips gently touching my ear as she breathed fast and hard. I complained by groaning and pulling her against me.

"Well okay, but just a couple of minutes more." 

Sharon seemed to think about our situation and then she surprised me. Without warning she lifted her ass up, reached between her legs, and pulled my naked dick forward. She moved with purpose and I realized she had something specific in mind. She leaned her shoulders back into my chest and raised her butt up so that the shaft of my cock ran along her pussy lips.

I touched Sharon where I could but she was in total control. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her luscious vagina on the shaft of my cock. She slowed her upward movement and obviously relished the feel of my dick's head passing over her clitoris as her body quivered.

Sharon took special care to situate my cock head in exactly the right spot. Her manner was so sensual I didn't mind how frustrating it was. She took a deep breath, and ever so slowly she raised her hips so that the head of my dick slowly passed below her pubic bone and seated firmly at the entrance of her soaking wet vagina, causing both of us to practically pant. 

All my instincts and past experience told me to immediately jam my throbbing member up into Sharon as hard as I could. Every muscle in my body was flexed and focused on that hot wet point of contact. But my recent realization that Sharon preferred gentle lovemaking caused me to hold back. This was her show.

And just as I thought, Sharon was painfully patient and delicate. She didn't move even a fraction of an inch until her breathing and mine had calmed. Then with just fingertip control on my cock she gently moved her hips around in order to massage her sensitive opening. At no time did she exert pressure. The touching was so light it was almost a tickle. It may have been the most erotic experience of my life. I was on the verge of coming and she was just getting started.

Sharon seemed to get a lot out of this grinding-the-corn. I would've gotten a lot out of it, too, if I hadn't been gritting my teeth trying to hold back on having an embarrassingly quick orgasm. She got even sexier by moving her hips around more, the whole time controlling the position of my dick to be right at the entrance of her hot, pulsing vagina. It was too much for me and I gripped her hips hard. 

Sharon understood and expertly pulled the head of my dick away from her tempting vagina. She delicately handled me until my breathing calmed down. Then she placed me back on target. Our heads lolled back as we again triggered that intense sensation between our legs. After a few deep breaths Sharon gradually started moving her hips again so the head of my dick was thoroughly exploring the moist surface without going under.

Son of a bitch, Sharon was sexy! That pelvis of hers was rotating all over the place and the head of my cock was the center of her universe.

Without consulting me Sharon straightened up then relaxed just enough for the head to separate those hot, soaking-wet pussy lips. My hands flew to Sharon's ass not only to help support her weight but also to gain some control. She slowly rotated her hips so the head of my cock explored just inside her pussy's entrance. It occurred to me this technique must be part of the Rhythm Method and Sharon was an expert at it. We would languish at the entrance to her pussy where things were relatively harmless. 

Sharon eventually placed a little more weight in my hands but this confused me and I stopped her descent. I was trembling with desire to get in there, but I felt sure that was not what she was doing.

Finally Sharon used her finger to trace a design on my thigh. At first I didn't know what she meant so she repeated the movement and I realized it was a G. I got it. She wanted me to go just a little bit deeper to stimulate her G-spot. That would be my pleasure; my dick was designed to sink deeper into hot, enthusiastic pussy.

We were both careful, which made it very exciting. All I had to do was rotate my pelvis up a little bit. The distance traveled was less than an inch but it was wonderful. I could actually feel the bottom ridge of my crown pass over her G-spot. She squeezed my leg to let me know that was far enough as we both tensed and shivered in pleasure. It felt like fireworks were going off in my brain and in my cock. I knew it would be damn difficult when I had to pull out without completion.

I had less than an inch to work with, but it was enough to go in and out somewhat. And the whole time Sharon exercised those sexy hips around and around.

"Watch out for that truck!" Ellen screamed, causing Robert to slam on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching, jerking halt. 

Of course Sharon and I were not wearing seat belts so when we lurched forward my dick sank halfway into her grasping pussy and by the time we fell back into our seat I was almost all the way in. We both yelled in surprise, which Robert and Ellen thankfully misinterpreted. 

"Sorry, everybody," Robert said over the music, "nothing to worry about." Ellen glanced back briefly to make sure everyone was okay and then cleaned the windshield as Robert accelerated up the highway. Paula and Ozzie appeared to have slept through it. 

Sharon and I were frozen in position breathing heavily as we gathered our wits. It didn't take me long to realize how great it felt for my dick to be buried in Sharon's hot, twitching pussy. However I didn't know how Sharon would react to our new situation. I figured it couldn't get much worse, so I pushed just slightly further into Sharon. She did not respond and stayed frozen. I gently bumped her again.

Sharon sighed and slightly shrugged as if to say, Oh, fuck it and gradually ground her butt down onto me, completing the last inch of our union. I pressed back against her and we strained to get as much penetration as we could.

Sharon moved up and down slowly at first to get used to me. But it didn't take long before she was gripping and rocking with feeling. I had never been able to slide that easily into my wife's pussy. Sharon was a little bigger, which meant I could really force myself deep without having to worry about her being uncomfortable. And wow, what a difference from earlier. Before it had been all slow and tender. Suddenly it was hurried and hard. I gripped her hips as she rode my lap while she stroked her clitoris.

I really didn't think she would be able to have an orgasm in those surroundings but she proved me wrong. She turned her face to the ceiling with her eyes and mouth wide open but made no noise and pushed down against me with short hard movements. 

That did it for me and my come began blasting into her. As I ramped up to a full explosion I ran my hands up her rib cage under her dress and grabbed those big naked tits. I rose up on my heels and ground my pulsing cock as far and as hard into her as I could and she pushed back. I must've sounded like I was choking. 

I remained frozen with hips flexed upward and my dick jammed into Sharon's pussy while my hands pulled hard on her bare tits. Sharon jolted down on me several more times still facing the ceiling open-mouthed and with her hands in her crotch. 

Sharon's dress was up around her rib cage when I looked to my right and made eye contact with a shocked Paula. Sharon seemed to be going through a full body shake as I lowered my ass back to the seat. Paula did not avert her eyes, but looked up and down between me and our throbbing genitals.

Carefully and slowly Sharon rose up off of me, and as she did my semi erect dick finally plopped over onto my thigh pointing directly at Paula. I heard Sharon make a deep-throated groan that was way too loud and I placed a hand over her mouth. She politely shrugged me off. 

While Sharon's exposed and quivering genitals still hovered above me, a large dollop of come dripped from her pussy and onto my still pulsing cock. Paula watched the whole thing in wide-eyed fascination. 

Sharon eased down onto my lap, exhausted, and I spread out her dress. We acted as if nothing had happened. I looked over at Paula and she pretended to be asleep. 

Sharon turned her head to me and said quietly, "I'll call you."

No one said another word the rest of the trip. We simply dragged our tired bodies home.

Sharon called me the next day and arranged for us to meet for coffee in about a week. It was a short and uncomfortable call and neither of us mentioned our unprotected sex. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew how wrong it would be to try to continue some sort of affair. However, part of me was thrilled at the idea of getting together with that sexy wench again. 

When I got to the coffee shop Sharon was there waiting for me. We were awkward with each other until we were able to joke about the fact that we were awkward with each other. I thought she looked fantastic without even trying. I guess once you've sampled the forbidden fruit you always want more, no matter how dumb an idea it is. 

Sharon got right to the point as soon as we were seated. "I just spent a week in hell worried that I might be pregnant. The good news is I started today."

"Thank goodness." I said with a sigh of relief.

I gently placed my hands on the table, and Sharon responded by pulling her hands back to her coffee cup. With that, I knew there would be no affair, no goodbye sex, or even phone sex.

She sipped her coffee in a businesslike manner but I could see her hands shake with emotion. She looked down at the tabletop and continued, "The worst part was I couldn't even talk with my husband about it." She lifted her face for brief eye contact. "I can never do that again!"

Sharon shook her shoulders to emphasize her last statement. Of course, that made her gorgeous tits bounce, but I controlled the impulse to let my eyes drop.

"Yeah, I know," was all I could say, "So we should keep this a secret?"

"I want to try," she said. 

I told Sharon that Paula had seen us. Tears sprang to Sharon's eyes but she shrugged, powerless to control what Paula might say or do. She sipped her coffee then exhaled a long breath. "Well, here's the bad news. It's about that same night in the backseat of the car. You remember when you put your hand over my mouth because I made too much noise?"

I nodded.

"That wasn't me. It was your wife and my husband groaning like that."

I felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice water on my head. 

She continued. "When I heard them I looked in the front seat and saw that they were sitting closer together than before. Their faces were red. And Robert was driving with only his left hand." Sharon paused, "I think they were both having orgasms."



Road Trip Rogue Ch. 03



Ch. 3: Friendships Endangered 

A good while passed and our three couples did not manage to get together again. We had been good friends for a couple of years and it was unusual for us to go even a couple of weeks without a gathering of some kind. It was beginning to look like our group would fragment. I knew it was no coincidence, but I sure as hell wasn't going to say anything.

However I eventually ran into Sharon and then Paula on separate occasions. The first was a bank social event—an employee appreciation afternoon— that included all banks in our area. Our management seemed to think the networking was good for business. It included free hors d'oeuvres and wine in a large hall with some piped in music. Since Sharon was in the banking business like me, and I felt sure she would be there.

I spotted Sharon as soon as I entered the room. Her short platinum-blonde hair made her stand out in any crowd. She wore a black dress that hugged her curves and made my groin tighten. Sharon was talking to a mutual friend of ours, a good looking black woman named Tasheera. They saw me and waved, but I noticed that Sharon dropped eye contact immediately.

As I approached Sharon and Tasheera, I admired Sharon's sexy appearance. This was the first time I had seen her since our coffee shop meeting and I became a little breathless as I got closer to her. I stopped to shake hands with a colleague and when I turned back, only Tasheera was there. 

"Hello, Dave; it's good to see you." She greeted me with a body wiggle and a knowing smile. We shared a quick hug which felt pretty good, but my thoughts were on Sharon.

"Hey Tasheera, what happened to Sharon?"

"She said it was time to go home," she answered with a half smile and seemed to be watching me very closely. 

I was in stunned disbelief at Sharon avoiding me, "Oh... I'm sorry I missed her."

My face felt burning hot and there was a long period of silence as I coped with the idea that a longtime friend and recent lover had just snubbed me. But another thought elbowed into my consciousness like a freezing winter wind. With my impulsive behavior, I may have done enough damage to lose my closest friends and I could even be in danger of losing my wife. 

I lifted my gaze to make meaningful eye contact with Tasheera and her sympathetic smile. In a show of understanding she gently placed her hand on my shoulder. 

"I wondered when you two would finally get together," she said jovially, "but I was beginning to think neither of you had it in you."

"What did Sharon tell you?" I demanded.

Tasheera patted my shoulder and said calmly, "Nothing, but you just told me a lot." She was being an understanding friend but at the same time her evil little smile indicated she enjoyed this sexy development. "It wasn't anything y'all said; it was the way you acted toward each other. In other words, I figure the pussycat wouldn't run out of the room like that unless the pussy has been restless." 

Tasheera chuckled at her bawdy little joke but I just gaped at her. It terrified me to think she knew our secret. Tasheera looked at my stunned expression thoughtfully and added, "You white people are always so serious."

I was rattled and left as soon as I could.

Over the next week or so I did some soul-searching, asking myself what kind of person would fuck the wife of his best friend. Of course, I had a few lame excuses: I was drunk, she made me do it, it was an accident, and so forth. Eventually, an incident occurred with my father that helped me understand myself a little better.

When my divorced father reached his mid-60's he decided he would not age gracefully. He wanted young pussy, and he reasoned the way to find it was to buy illegal drugs for young women. I figured he was crazy, but he was right. However, he did not anticipate that these drug-addicted young women would want him to participate as they ingested crack cocaine. He transformed from a moderately respectable businessman to the oldest crack addict in our city. He lost every remaining friend and no family member would speak with him. 

As dear old crazy Dad ran out of money he finally agreed to drug rehab. It was during my personal soul-searching week that the family nominated me to drive him to the drug rehab center and check him in. 

Nothing was easy concerning Dad. When I arrived at his shack of a house, a 19-year-old crack whore was there with him. He made sure to pat her on the bottom in my presence and she turned to grin at me, showing missing teeth.

No one had called the rehab center ahead of time to let them know we were coming. But the workers there were very professional. They led us through the locked facility to meet the Center's Director. Two huge men each weighing easily 300 pounds positioned themselves at the door as the polite Director had us sit across the desk from him. There was a short silence and it dawned on me that the Director had no idea why we were there. Dad noticed the same thing and he managed to speak first.

"Sir, my son has a crack cocaine problem!"

In a panic I rose halfway out of my chair. The two brutes edged over to block the doorway in case I decided to make a run for it. I suddenly realized it could take me a couple of days to talk my way out of the place.

But that was a good enough practical joke for Dad, who laughed gleefully. "I just wanted to see if ya'll would believe me."

Eventually I got him checked in but I was still covered in a cold sweat when I left, thinking, No wonder I'm fucked up. On the walk to the car another thought kept nagging at me: That 19 year-old at Dad's house sure had a nice ass. 

The whole experience with my father had me so disoriented I almost didn't recognize Paula's voice. It was coming from a construction site next to the center. Paula wore a hard hat and jeans and was arguing with a plumbing subcontractor. 

"Once we poured the slab it became a big problem that your plumbing was in the wrong location. I have to reduce your pay by what it's going to cost us and it won't be cheap." Paula informed him. 

The plumber was getting frustrated. "What are you talking about? All you have to do is make the wall about nine inches wider than it needs to be and that won't cost much."

Paula matched the plumber's intensity but her voice remained steady, "You're wrong about that. I've already described this problem to the owner. He knows that the extra-wide wall means his useable area will be reduced and so will the value of his building. Someone has to pay and it won't be me."

"Bitch!" the plumber yelled and thrust his flushed face close to Paula, "You didn't have to tell the owner; he never would have known the difference."

Three men in hardhats suddenly appeared beside Paula. The plumber slowly backed up.

Paula became very calm. "These guys will be glad to discuss whether I'm a bitch with you." She paused and then continued, "In any case, I'll give you the price of your mistake by tomorrow. Then you can decide if you'd rather pay, or chip out the concrete and locate the plumbing in the right place."

It was an eye-opening experience to see the way Paula orchestrated that entire interaction. It was not a coincidence that her three men were nearby; she knew she might need them. And she was able to do this while overcoming the fact that she was a female and the youngest person of the group. 

The plumber walked away in a huff and the three men returned to work without comment. As if on cue, the Director of the rehab facility came out the front door and talked with Paula. He had obviously handed my father off to someone else and then watched the entire contractor argument from behind the entrance door. Paula had probably arranged that also.

As they talked I hustled to hide behind my car. The Director had already seen me embarrassed once that day and I did not want to repeat the experience.

"Hey, Dave!" Paula enthusiastically waived me over to join them. Shit! 

As I approached them I could hear Paula boasting to the Director, "What a great banker we have. Dave had to do some creative calculations for us to get the loan for this project. And here he is on a Saturday just making sure everything is going okay. How many times have you seen a banker do that?"

"Uh, Paula, that's not exactly why I'm here," I mumbled. At that point the Director and I were both clearly embarrassed. With a nod toward me he stepped away and started walking back to the Center.

Paula was curious for an explanation so I told her, "My father has a crack cocaine problem. The Director and I just checked him into this facility."

A look of understanding and humor gradually transformed Paula's expression. "Gee, I figured you fraternity boys didn't have the same family problems that we working classes have."

The three men in hardhats gently snickered and I glanced red-faced in their direction. Paula seemed to understand my embarrassment and said, "If you have 10 minutes, come with me. I have another job site to inspect and it's just around the corner."

Before I knew it we were speeding down the road in Paula's big white extended cab pickup truck with a standard transmission. She seemed to enjoy popping into each gear and accelerating to the next. 

"So your old man's a handful, eh Dave?" Paula grinned.

I was a little resentful that Paula seemed to enjoy this. "Yeah, it all started when he left my mother and began chasing women."

"Oh...like father like son." 

I sure as hell did not want to talk about similarities between my father and myself. I was nothing like him. Apparently my body language gave me away. "Okay, we don't have to talk about that," Paula said, then asked nonchalantly. "Have you seen Sharon and Robert lately?"

Our eyes met briefly and it was clear we both knew that question was packed with meaning. I considered lying but it would've been useless. "No, I'm pretty sure they're avoiding me."

She responded with genuine concern, "Oh no! We have to do something about that. Good friendships are hard to come by."

Paula drove in silence for a moment and then commented, "You and Sharon were hot as fire crackers in the backseat of that car. I can see why she might be a little afraid of you."

I squirmed and glared at Paula. This girl was way too familiar. 

"Okay, okay." she responded, "We don't have to talk about that either. I know how you fraternity and sorority types like to keep your secrets." She mockingly spoke in a hushed voice, "As long as you can keep the secret, it's like it never happened." Paula smiled and again drove in silence a few moments then said, "But I just want to let you know y'all were really, really hot. It's been hard for me to quit thinking about it. And for what it's worth I've kept my mouth shut. I haven't even told Ozzie."

"Thanks."

"Just let me handle this," she said, "I'm good at getting people together. We can't allow our group to break up over a little spillover lust...no matter how white-hot sexy and wet it was."



Road Trip Rogue Ch. 04



Ch. 4: Friendly Backyard Barbecue

The event Paula arranged was a barbecue at her and Ozzie's place. I appreciated Paula's efforts because I felt if it had been left up to Sharon I would never have seen her or Robert again.

Okay, so the four of us misbehaved with each other's spouses during that car ride. I have to admit it shook me up pretty good even though I remained confused about what exactly had taken place in the front seat between Robert and Ellen. However I wasn't going to bring it up because someone might ask about my activities.

I think one reason we were able to finally get together is that eventually we all got a little lonely for our friends. It wasn't that difficult to just pretend the whole thing never happened. Ozzie and Paula had been innocent so an invitation to their barbecue was hard to refuse. Avoiding this event might have even led to more awareness of what took place in that car, and none of us wanted that.

Ellen and I were in a particularly good mood on the way to the barbecue. We were looking forward to seeing our friends and somehow started feeling a little frisky for each other. I was driving and she edged closer to me as I cupped my hand over her mound. 

Unexpectedly I had a mental image of Robert doing the same thing with her. I figured Robert was probably a very good lover, and before I could get control over my thoughts I imagined Ellen in ecstasy with Robert straining between her thighs. I erased it all from my mind as quickly as possible, and did not let it keep me from enjoying the feel of my wife's warm pussy pressing invitingly against my palm. 

I stole a glance at her and the image warmed my heart. She sat straight and had a naturally relaxed smile. We continued to enjoy our secret driving posture until we made it to the barbecue.

The Chevrolet Impala was sitting in the driveway so we knew that Robert and Sharon were already there. I was nervous about seeing them and I imagined Ellen was too. But my anxiety melted away as soon as the door opened and I saw their smiling faces. Robert and Sharon were clearly as happy to see us as we were to see them.

Our hosts Ozzie and Paula were also at the door to greet us. As we exchanged hello's one small act got my attention. Our normal boy-girl greeting was a very light hug and brushing of the cheek. This time Paula greeted me with a loud, "How's it hangin' stud?" and then a very warm full-body hug. 

She then announced, "It's time for margaritas. Our special mix is freshly made and waiting in the refrigerator, so no excuses. We call this drink the Panty Dropper! Everyone get a glass, and we'll barbecue and swim later."

It was a good margarita, and strong. I backed away from the crowd in the kitchen to enjoy my drink. A soft hip bumped up against mine and it was Sharon. The last time I had seen Sharon she avoided me but now she was being friendly. I felt a little pull in my groin as I admired her sexy curves. 

"So, you're a stud now?" she asked with a nervous smile. 

I shook my head. "I don't know what Paula's talking about." 

"Oh I think I know what she's talking about. She knows our dirty little secret and she's enjoying herself with it." Sharon bumped me again with her hip to emphasize her meaning. 

Paula looked over from the kitchen to catch us looking at her and responded with a conspiratorial grin. 

"I guess you're right." I turned to Sharon. "I'm glad we can talk about it. In fact, I was afraid I would never get to speak with you again about anything."

"Yeah I know. I'm sorry I avoided you at the bank's party. I was just determined to stay away after our huge backseat mistake. But I finally decided it wasn't practical to suddenly drop our closest friends. We can still be friends can't we?" 

"Of course." There was an uncomfortable silence between us and I impulsively tried to joke my way past it. "I'll just quietly go back to leering at your smokin' hot body from across the room." 

Sharon flinched at my lewd compliment, and I feared I had gone too far. But she relaxed into a small body wiggle and smiled, "You're such a greedy bastard, Dave. Just think about my husband with your wife. That's what I do to stop thinking about you." She was right—that image sobered me up. 

Sharon looked thoughtful. "It was a little strange to hear Paula call you stud and give you that sexy hug. It made me a little jealous. Isn't that funny?" 

Before I could think of a response Sharon cheerily avoided that topic. "I think I'll go chat with your wife. I sure don't want to be spending too much time with you." As she moved away I noticed an extra swing in her walk.

Ellen and Sharon had been good friends for a long time and it showed. They got along with Paula but neither was particularly close to her. I chatted with Robert about the office while admiring how the two women worked together helping Paula and Ozzie in the kitchen. Eventually our wives came back out into the living room to join us. 

As usual, the conversation got animated and enthusiastic. And as usual my mind wandered from the conversation while I leered at the women. Ellen stood next to me. She stood tall and had the dark hair, light-skin look I'm attracted to. She was enthusiastic and shook her fit torso when she talked, which I thought was very sexy. That she was flat-chested only made her seem high-class and smart. My woman was no insecure floozy with bleached hair and fake boobs. My woman was a queen. At the same time, I was sneaking a view of Sharon's ample tits. That was my idea of multitasking. 

Sharon was the epitome of what the floozy bleached blonde seeks to be. She was a rare natural platinum blonde with short, silky-straight hair. She had a generous bosom and ample hips that were a wonder to watch when she moved. On this evening it seemed like every time Sharon gestured, her blouse opened a little more. I simply could not control myself; I kept glancing at her tits even at the risk of her catching me, not to mention Ellen or Robert. It was kind of gut wrenching and sweat broke out on my forehead.

That's when Paula broke into our group with a loud, cackling laugh, "Ozzie, let's all go swimming before these two guys break their necks. Each of them is trying to get a look at the other wife's boobs."

I was in shock and Robert was red-faced. That bitch Paula had tattled on us. Ellen and Sharon hurriedly straightened their clothing. No one thought it was particularly funny except for Ozzie and Paula. And I was enough of a hypocrite to be irritated that Robert could be so low as to try to look at my wife's flat bosom

Ozzie's family construction business must've been doing well—he lived in a huge home with a beautiful pool. Once shish kebabs were on the grill, Ozzie dove in and swam a strong lap. He had been a swimmer in high school and looked like it in his Speedo. 

"Come on in y'all," he yelled. "The shish kebabs will be ready about when the sun goes down, and that's still a long time from now."

Robert and Ozzie made sure everyone could hear as they jokingly accused me of holding my breath to show off my build. My wife shook her head at them. "It isn't possible for you to embarrass him about that. He enjoys having the chance to show off his killer body to someone besides me." She followed that comment with a peck on my lips and ran her hand across my chest. Always the competitor, Ozzie took that as his cue to swim another lap. 

My leering eyes didn't miss a thing as the girls approached the pool. All three were wearing two-piece suits and it was stimulating to see all that skin. Ellen wore a black suit that showed off her runner's build. The bottom was actually a pair of very brief running shorts that worked well as a bathing suit. 

She was one of those rare women slim enough to show off stomach muscles which moved as she walked. Ellen had a narrow teardrop ass and her nipples were cute the way they poked at the tube top. What I loved most was the way her shapely hips and waist framed her groin. I felt fortunate to know firsthand that view of my wife when she was naked.

Sharon wore a beige suit that complemented her platinum blonde coloring and emphasized her small waist, along with a fairly prominent pussy mound. But her best feature was her nice, round tits. Even though the suit provided good covering, her breasts were a natural focal point. I had felt those gorgeous tits, but I had not seen them uncovered.

The surprise for me was how good Paula looked. Normally Paula did not put much effort into her clothing and looked frumpy. But she wore a pink suit that was almost a bikini and it transformed her looks. I was aware Paula had a nice, tight, round ass but assumed she had excessive belly fat from the way she looked in her street clothes. But I realized it was because of the way she arched her back. In the bathing suit her posture looked cute and even accentuated youthful, perky tits. What a pleasant sight.

Ozzie looked at the women and swam another lap. Robert teased him, "Ozzie if you're going to do laps just because the girls look good you're going to be swimming all evening." We laughed as we proceeded to stretch a volleyball net across the pool. 

The more we drank the more fun the volleyball. We got to where we didn't hold back bumping into our teammates and laughing as we crashed under water. And any time there was male-female contact it was an extra pleasure. I noticed that the couple of times Sharon, Paula, and I were on the same team, Sharon made sure to situate herself between Paula and me. 

Of course, we played more than just volleyball. Eventually we got around to the game where the women wrestle each other while sitting on top of their guys' shoulders. Ellen and I won that competition every time because we were both in better shape than the rest of the group. It was only a matter of time and booze before we made the game a lot more fun. Paula jumped on my back and enthusiastically wrapped her legs around me, yelling, "Change partners!"

My wife climbed on Robert's shoulders while Sharon shot an obvious look of disapproval at Paula, who giggled and squirmed as she maneuvered onto my shoulders. She scooted forward until her pubic bone was right against the back of my neck. As we closed in for combat with the other two couples, Paula squeezed her smooth thighs together against my face.

Sharon fought us with such surprising ferocity we didn't stand a chance and fell thrashing around in the water. Paula struggled to regain her balance which caused extra thigh and hand contact. We both clearly enjoyed every second of it. 

When we stood to watch the other two couples finish their battle, Paula approached me from behind and giggled as she gave me a brief full body hug that drilled her little titties into my back. When it was time for Paula to get on my shoulders I returned the favor by firmly nudging my knee against her pert butt. We both snickered with the knowledge that we were getting away with something.

As you can imagine we also lost the next battle and Ozzie called out, "You two suck!" 

This time as Paula and I struggled to get back to our feet we made sure to share even more thigh contact. And I don't know which one of us was first to brush a palm across the other one's backside but within seconds we were snickering and openly massaging each other's butts. 

Paula yelled, "Hey Ozzie." I jerked my hand away but she kept hers right on my ass.

"Yeah?" Ozzie yelled back while standing next to Sharon.

"Dave has a nice, hard, muscular butt!" She announced, and then squeezed hard causing me to yelp. 

"Oh yeah?" Ozzie slurred from too many margaritas. "Well, Sharon has a nice ass too." and he reached to goose her bottom. 

Sharon whirled around and scowled at Ozzie. Without speaking she waded toward us, motioning with her thumb for Paula to join Ozzie. Sharon's breasts jiggled slightly from side to side with each step.

My wife was still sitting on the shoulders of my best friend and they seemed particularly entertained at this interaction. Ozzie shrugged as if he didn't know what he had done wrong, and Paula giggled on her way to join him. By the time Sharon got to me she was able to smile with the rest of us. She turned her back to me preparing to be placed on my shoulders. I gently set my hands on her narrow waist then moved toward her until my erection settled against her ass.

Sharon flinched but did not move away. She partially turned her head toward me and said in a sharp whisper, "Damn. What's that hussy been doing to you?"

We waged a few more shoulder-top battles. Sharon and I lost almost every time, mostly because Paula wrestled with renewed strength. It was almost as if Paula was giving Sharon and me a chance to misbehave between bouts. I was in favor of that since I was worked up, but Sharon firmly rejected that idea.

The sun went down and as Ozzie promised the food was ready. Insects were becoming a problem so we decided to eat inside. We talked loud over music and the flow of margaritas continued into the evening. We continued to socialize with some difficulty because of the music volume, and then Ozzie and Paula began to dance. That gave me an opportunity to snuggle up next to my wife on the improvised dance floor.

Ellen and I were a little woozy from the margaritas. We struggled through some fast songs and then stumbled comfortably into each other's arms for a couple of slow dances. We always liked to comment on how well we fit together. We were the perfect height for each other and she could fold perfectly inside my embrace. 

We were still in our bathing suits which made it a special treat to feel the warmth of my wife's skin. I placed my face against her neck and took a deep breath. She managed to dance in a way that our bare thighs bumped against each other. She giggled as I brushed my palm across her ass. And then we kissed—ahh, how that woman could kiss. Ellen totally relaxed her upper body into my arms as I bent down to feast on her full lips. Her eyes were closed and I was in heaven.

Paula yelled over the music, "Change partners!" I guess I should have known that was coming.

I was still a little dizzy from the intoxicating dances with my wife and from the margaritas. I stood rooted to the floor and watched Paula smile broadly and walk across the living room in my direction. Sharon abruptly jumped right in front of me. She turned to look at Paula, who simply shrugged and walked over to dance with Robert. Ellen ended up with Ozzie.

Sharon let out a satisfied little chuckle as she moved against me and murmured, "Paula shouldn't be flirting with you like that."

Slow dancing in bathing suits had been very nice with my wife, but it was a different kind of thrill with a new female partner. Sharon kept a respectable distance at first, yet even that had me alert for the occasional skin contact. After a little encouragement from me she eventually snuggled closer.

What a difference from dancing with Ellen. Sharon was shorter and a lot softer. Even though I wasn't much of a tit man I could appreciate the feel of her full bosom rolling around against my bare chest. The other two couples were clearly enjoying a similar sensual experience, but no one seemed jealous.

I briefly nuzzled my cheek against Sharron's neck and inhaled. She surprised me with a subtle kiss on my cheek. I pulled her to me for a brief hug. Then came the surprise: our bare legs had been touching but Sharon moved in just a little closer and my thigh briefly thumped against her pussy mound. It could have been an accident and I held my breath hoping it would happen again. I had almost run out of air when she gently moved against me again and we shared several seconds of my leg wedged against her prominent pussy. 

As we rotated around the floor I pretended to adjust my arms. I couldn't help it. I moved the hand that no one could see to casually cover and caress the swell of Sharon's warm tit. 

This was an important decision point. Sharon could reject my blatant invitation and we could pretend that everything was innocent. But if she somehow accepted my advance, we both knew it would reignite our passion from a few weeks ago in the backseat of that car.

I returned both my hands to Sharon's waist. We kept dancing without any special contact and without speaking. I could feel the tension in her body. Slowly, she pulled me close and then she clearly and definitely pressed her pussy against my leg.

That did it. We nuzzled our cheeks together and exhaled. Sharon whispered almost to herself, "I can't believe this." My only response was to flex my leg harder against her pubic bone.

We began a thrilling but nightmarish type of dance. We pawed over each other but in a way that no one else could see. She ran her hands over my bare chest and across my bathing suit covered ass. I was able to massage her butt and briefly grope one of her plump tits. 

"I'm out of control." she said. Then she reached inside my swim trunks and brushed her fingertips along the length of my straining cock.

That's when the song ended and Paula announced a change of venue, "Okay, I think we've had enough fun with each other's partners. Let's cool down in the pool with margaritas."

I whispered to Sharon, "Help me get over near the bathroom. I can't let anyone see me like this." Sharon glanced down at my poorly concealed erection and nodded.

I made it to the bathroom without incident. I don't normally speak to my exposed dick while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Chastising my dick almost never works but on this occasion it was worth a try.



Road Trip Rogue Ch. 05



Ch. 5: Jealousy Motivates

I went back to the living room and at first I didn't see anyone. But Paula was standing alone at the kitchen window looking out toward the pool. Apparently everyone else was already outside, including Sharon.

Without turning Paula said, "Come look at this. I told them there are too many bugs out there for me and I want to stay inside."

As I approached I could see Paula's expression was a mixture of thrill and anticipation. She enthusiastically hugged me across the shoulders as if we were comrades. "When she realizes you're not going out there I bet she comes back in here with us."

"Who?" I asked, watching our friends getting into the water with their margaritas held high. 

Paula dropped her arm from my shoulders and turned to me with disgust, "Sharon, asshole. I'm sure as hell not talking about your wife. She doesn't give a shit if you go out there or not."

Paula turned back to the window and her face lit up, "Here it comes. Just watch this. Here it comes!"

Ozzie, Robert, and Ellen were in the water but Sharon was still standing on the deck. She slapped at her legs as if mosquitoes were biting her. She said something to the three in the water and then turned toward the house.

"I knew it!" Paula jumped up and down in the middle of the kitchen floor. "I knew it."

Suddenly Paula was all business. She led me out of the kitchen by the elbow. "You're going to kiss my ass for this. Now go in the guest room next door and make a little noise after Sharon comes in." 

She shoved me into the dark guest room where I could see the swimming pool lights through the curtains of the back window. I reached for the light switch but Paula slammed her hand over mine. 

"Do not turn the light on." she pointed toward the swimming pool, "They'll be able to see."

As Paula walked away she said over her shoulder, "You probably have about 45 minutes. I'll let you know if someone decides to come inside." She was already in the hallway when I thought I heard her say "Oooh, you are going to fuck her so good!"

I have to admit that I was still confused. I couldn't get my mind to comprehend that Paula might have arranged this whole thing. But I did manage to follow her directions and coughed loud enough for Sharon to notice. She hustled in and asked accusingly, "Are you two in this bedroom?" 

The darkness caused her to almost run right into me. I caught her and tried to affectionately pull her to me but Sharon was surprised and confused, "Where is Paula?"

"She's watching to make sure the others don't bother us for a while." I still had my arms loosely around her but she was resistant.

"Oh. I thought you and Paula ..."

Sharon relaxed slightly in my arms and we looked into each other's eyes. She felt warm and soft and I was still worked up from our dancing.

"I am dying to see your tits," I choked out.

So I'm not the smoothest talker in the world. Sharon pulled away from me and walked toward the window. 

"Everyone's right outside," she said as if I were crazy. She peeked between the curtains then stood perfectly still for a long moment. While still facing the pool she gritted her teeth and growled, "Your bitch wife is sitting on my asshole husband's lap."

I slipped and almost fell down trying to get to the window. Sharon moved away in disgust as I shouldered past her. There was my beautiful but not so innocent wife sitting on Robert's lap with one of her feet balanced high in the air and a margarita glass in her hand. They were on the top step of the pool and Robert's two hands were dangerously close to my wife's breast and pussy. She actually looked like she was grinding her butt against his crotch. Ozzie was right there laughing with them and even he was closer to my wife than I thought was proper.

I had a hard time absorbing what I was seeing. I turned toward Sharon, pointing over my shoulder in disbelief. But on making eye contact with Sharon I froze. She grinned and slowly rotated her shoulders. It took me a second to realize that her top was off. Her naked tits swayed left and right, slightly lagging behind the movement of her torso. 

Sharon had great tits and she knew it. They were about the size of two big grapefruit halves, which I consider to be large, especially compared with what I was used to. Her nipples were small and dark and made me think of brown Hershey's kisses.

"You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen." I croaked. I could tell from her expression, she knew I meant it. 

This was one occasion when I took my time enjoying the sight. I gently approached Sharon and she continued her erotic dance until her nipples were grazing against my bare chest. I lifted my knee and firmly pressed it against her pubic bone, moving her back toward the bed.

"Wait," she whispered. "I want to see you."

I stepped away and slowly dropped my bathing trunks. Sharon's eyes grew wide and she smiled at my rigid cock. I knelt in front of her and she never took her eyes off my dick. Sharon was still wearing the bottom half of her two-piece bathing suit and I intended to remedy that. She started breathing rapidly, anticipating what I might do. I wrapped my arms around her quivering buttocks and pressed my cheek against her pubic area. I could feel the heat from her protruding pussy mound. I kissed her right on her moist center. She flinched and giggled.

I calmly lowered her swimsuit bottoms to the floor and she stepped out of them. I could detect the faint aroma of Sharon's pussy. She had sparse, light-colored pubic hair. Her mound had a definite outward curve which was accentuated by her blood-engorged pussy lips. I placed my mouth right on her slit and ran my tongue up the length of her vagina. With a sigh she relaxed into me, tilting her head back.

My hormones were soaring with the knowledge that we'd had sex before and were getting ready to have sex again. I wanted this hot vixen on the bed and I wanted it right then. As I began to stand up I extended one arm between her legs. I was able to lift Sharon with my forearm at her groin and my other arm supporting her torso. 

"Shit. Shit." Sharon yelped with her legs flying in different directions while straining to look toward the floor as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Despite her surprise she clearly trusted me to carry her. I easily hauled her across the room and set her down somewhat crooked on the bed. Red-faced and smiling, she looked into my eyes, breathing heavily with excitement.

I crawled onto the bed next to Sharon with my dick bouncing up-and-down as if it was looking for the target. I was not used to exercising restraint. But I remembered from our time in the car that Sharon liked things slow and gentle. And I remembered how much I liked it too. Still on my knees I straddled Sharon's legs then bent forward to kiss her breasts.

She closed her eyes and moaned, her entire body writhing below me. With just my fingertips I touched her scalp, face, eyelids, neck, breasts, ribs, hips thighs, and her vagina, at which point she tensed beneath me. Likewise, Sharon was busy running her hands lightly over my torso. Throughout this teasing process I tried to keep my penis from touching Sharon. It surprised me when I felt both of her hands lightly close around my cock.

"Dave," she whispered huskily as her fingers continued to drive me crazy.

"Yeah?" 

"I can't have sex with you tonight."

Oh no, not again. We went through this last time. Sharon did not use birth control and she could not have sex during her ovulation days. My body sagged with disappointment.

She hurriedly added, "But as you know we can get damn close." With that Sharon gave me a couple of nice, firm strokes. "Let me have an orgasm first, and then I promise I'll give you a blow job or anything you want. Is that okay?"

I tried to keep my discouraged feelings out of my voice, "That will be wonderful."

Sharon didn't waste any time. I was still hovering above her on my hands and knees. By arching up she was able to press her mound against the shaft of my cock. She used a gentle grip on my dick and slow undulations to stroke herself. I gave a guttural cry—it was tough being so close to the target but so far away.

I was very aroused but I took a moment to simply admire Sharon's skill in bed. My body trembled above her as I watched and learned. She alternated between closing her eyes in ecstasy and looking meaningfully into my eyes with passion. Her face was flushed and her relaxed full lips had turned a darker color. The movement of her breasts was tantalizing and I would occasionally extend my head down for tender nipple kisses, causing her to moan with appreciation.

But what held my fascination was the movement of those hips. Sharon was an obvious expert at stimulating herself using the shaft of a dick, without actual insertion. And she rolled her pelvis up down left and right while her butt was bridged in the air. The sound of our labored breathing excited me as I looked down at her flexing stomach and slightly protruding hip bones. This kind of acrobatic teasing was all new to me. 

Sharon stopped moving and seemed tense. "Dave, I can't help it. I'm afraid about our being totally naked while my husband and your wife are just outside in the pool. Would you look out the window just to make sure everything's okay?"

I trotted to the window very much aware of my nudity. I imagined that Sharon was checking out my muscular butt from her vantage point. I felt pretty good about that because I had spent a lot of hours in the weight room and knew I looked good.

The curtain supports rattled as I looked out. Paula in the next room responded immediately to the noise, "You two don't need to worry. I'm keeping an eye on everyone at the swimming pool."

"Okay, thanks Paula." But I went ahead and looked outside. Robert and Ozzie were being very chummy with my wife. Robert was in the process of hugging her from behind in order to toss her through the water to Ozzie. All three seemed to be having a very good time.

"Everything's fine out there." I announced as I wheeled around toward Sharon. I flexed my chest a little bit as I trotted back toward her, thinking she must be admiring my abs or pecs. But her attention was riveted on my bouncing cock. I could have gotten that without all the weight lifting.

I took a running leap and dove on the bed to rounds of giggles from both of us. Sharon opened her arms to me. I settled down on top of her and simply allowed my legs to fall outside of hers, pinning her to the mattress. We moaned and wallowed against each other with our first real nude hug. 

Sharon showed me her expertise in that embrace as well, reaching behind me and assertively gripping one buttock in each of her hands. With such a commanding grip she could have been guiding a horse. I followed her lead and she squirmed enthusiastically beneath me. The entire time only the shaft of my cock was touching her vagina.

Sharon seemed to think we would be satisfied just like that our entire time together. But we had been through this routine before and I was greedy. I wanted to be between those legs. I moved over to press one leg onto her knees. Sharon stopped all movement to consider this.

Our breathing was still hard but Sharon cautioned me in a normal tone of voice, "Dave, this playing around without actually having sex will require discipline."

In my marital bed it was my wife who acted responsibly and exercised discipline when it came to birth control. I was lacking in that area. But I was burning up to get between Sharon's legs. "Okay, I'm fine with that."

"Good." Sharon looked seductively into my eyes and smiled, "This is going to feel really good." She spread her legs and as I climbed between them she caressed my sides with the insides of her thighs. 

"This makes me really hot," she said, "so I might act like I'm really carried away but I'm just having fun. No matter what, do not go in and do not come." With that comment Sharon finished wrapping her legs and arms around me and I responded by grabbing a double handful of her ass. We pulled tight against one another, grunting in desire. Apparently she wanted me between her legs as much as I did.

After a long moment of our naked bodies pressed together, we relaxed slightly. I could feel the shaft of my cock nestled against the wet spot of her pussy, and I wished I could just slide my dick in there. Sharon spoke in hushed tones, "Okay, now for the really fun part. Give me a little room so I can handle that wonderful dick of yours."

I knew what was expected of me. I propped up on my elbows and knees just enough so she could place her hands between us and guide the head of my cock. She maneuvered her hips and my member so that my dick head moved to her clitoris. Sharon closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly back as she smiled to herself and groaned. I groaned with her. 

She spent a fair amount of time bathing the head of my cock with every part of her clitoris. I trembled above her with our torsos barely touching. I could sense tension in Sharon as she anticipated what was next. Sharon became breathless and frantic. 

"Okay, okay, okay," she gasped, maneuvering the head of my throbbing cock toward the hot entrance of her pussy.

We both groaned loudly as my dick's head touched against her hot moist entrance. Sharon's entire body stiffened as she absorbed the sensation. I flexed my butt to make the head settle firmly on the entrance without quite going in. Sharon flinched at first but then sensuously gyrated her hips. 

"I love this right here." Sharon breathed as she moved the head of my cock all around her juicy entrance. I groaned in agreement and began to move my body to go along with her undulations.

She moved her hands from my member and placed them at the top of my butt. We moaned as I lowered my torso on her and we continued to writhe against each other. It was excruciatingly tense to be right at the entrance of her pussy and not be able to go in; but I have to admit it was exciting. That's when she began to talk dirty.

"Work that fucking dick around." she pulled me a little tighter with her arms. She spread her legs as she commented, "Just think, if we wanted to, you could slide right in."

"Yeah," I grunted. Talking during lovemaking was something else that was new to me, and it was a little distracting.

"Fuck, yeah...God, it would feel good; just like it did when you stuffed me full in the backseat of the car."

I realized that if we were going to talk I needed to say more than yeah. So I spoke the truth. "I think about that all the time."

"Me, too," Sharon smiled. I leaned down and we kissed passionately to mark the moment.

"Do you remember," Sharon asked dreamily with her eyes closed, "we were doing this same thing when I let you push that big cock-head just inside my pussy?" Sharon actually started pushing against me and I had to pull deftly away to keep from going in.

I was confused. I couldn't tell if she really wanted me to slip in or not. My vocal chords almost wouldn't work as I croaked, "Sharon, do you want me to give you just the tip?" I waited and began to think she was not going to answer. 

"Yeah, stick that fat dick in me a little ways." 

Before I was able to do anything the pace of her breathing immediately began to hasten. It occurred to me that in her marital bed Robert must be the one to exercise the control. 

I was learning to like her crude language as I propped up on my arms to get this right. Sharon was looking up at me with wide eyes. Her breathing was so fast that her luscious tits were bouncing. Our genitals were only just touching but I felt like her wet pussy was sucking on the head of my straining dick. Sharon was moving her pelvis around so much I had to pay attention just to maintain contact.

With very small, clinching movements I applied pressure to Sharon's pussy lips. She was very wet so I knew it wouldn't take much to force those lips apart and enter. Sharon was trembling and extended her hips up toward me.

She yelled out as the head of my dick fell into wetness and was enveloped by her pussy lips. Sharon was so loud that I automatically glanced at the doorway. Even with my vision clouded by lust I saw Paula leaning calmly against the frame in her pink bikini, sipping a margarita. She did not look away when I spotted her and in fact had a very good view of me extended up on my arms with my cock wedged part of the way in Sharon's grasping pussy. I did not waste time on Paula because I had the hottest female on the planet squirming underneath me and connected to the end of my cock. Sharon and I trembled as if we were being tasered. 

"Go in a little further and hit my G-spot." 

Sharon's legs were spread wide on the bed and her hands pulled on me. It was only an inch or so to her G-spot but I made sure to go slowly. Her pussy was so hot and ready for me that I had to concentrate to keep from easily sliding in too far. 

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Sharon seemed to be cheering me on as I sank to the right place. "Yes!"

Suddenly I was in trouble. I could feel my balls churning. It didn't help that Sharon was showing all that enthusiasm. Without warning I pulled completely out of Sharon.

"No!" she objected, her face twisting into a frown. 

I quickly scooted down and buried my mouth right on Sharon's pussy. I didn't waste any time and launched into a furious licking of her clitoris. Her thighs slapped together over my ears, and then she relaxed slightly, taking in the pleasure. 

After just a few moments my balls calmed down and I mounted Sharon again. This time she was not surprised. When I got in position above her she had her hips up off the bed and we were both desperately hunching against thin air. Somehow my cock found the target and we both groaned. Sharon settled back into the bed and I followed her. Then I slowly descended partially into her hot wet pussy until I about reached her G-spot. 

These were her rules and that meant less than two inches of my dick was wet. But I gently worked those couple of inches the best I could, with Sharon squirming and groaning the whole time. Then I felt trouble boiling up in my loins again .I bounced away toward the foot of the bed. This time Sharon moved to get in position, draping her legs off the end of the bed. I knew exactly what she was doing because my wife liked the same thing. That position caused Sharon's pelvis to rotate slightly which would make for an easier orgasm.

As I was placing my mouth on Sharon's vagina I was able to take a mental picture. Her mound was up high and gyrating slightly for me. Her pubic hair was sparse and blond, and her pussy lips were swollen. This time I paid more attention to what I was doing. With one hand I spread her pussy lips so that my tongue had better access to her clitoris. I slipped two fingers of my other hand into her vagina and stroked her G-spot. She grunted and shoved her pelvis up, knocking my head back. 

When it was time to mount her again we had our routine established. As soon as I lifted my face up from her vagina she quickly moved both of her hands to busily stroke herself. As my straining cock approached her pussy, Sharon used one hand to guide me into position as her other hand was busy on her clitoris. 

"I'm going to have a really good orgasm like this," she breathed. I slowly and easily sank the couple of inches into Sharon's very hot very wet pussy; and her fingers never stopped moving as she moaned," Oh, yeah..."

After a few turns of suck-n-half-a-fuck, I calmed down and was no longer on the edge of orgasm. By that time Sharon was really enjoying this routine and so was I, so we kept it going. On one of the half-a-fucks Sharon and I were both a little overeager and I accidentally went in further than I was supposed to. "Oops." we both exclaimed, and I quickly pulled back to the allowable two inches deep.




Road Trip Rogue Ch. 05



"Damn, that felt good!" I groaned against Sharon's cheek as I continued with the shallow thrusts.

"Shit yeah, that felt good." Sharon agreed through rapid breaths. "Ever since the baby it's been rare for me to get that full feeling. But your fat cock does the trick."

Sharon's dirty talk was getting to me, along with her sensuous body movements. I just couldn't help myself anymore. Instead of continuing the suck'n'fuck I just continued thrusting; and with each push I went slightly deeper. 

At first I simply hoped Sharon wouldn't notice. But I knew better when she moved her hands from her vagina to my chest. Even then it seemed like I had gotten away with going further than I should, until Sharon took a deep breath and I knew she would confront me.

"Just one time," she gasped with her face flushed, "go all the way in."

Suddenly my brain was able to forget about my wife, her husband, Paula, and even birth control. I became totally focused on sinking my cock deep into her twitching pussy. I could have easily made one big push, but I wanted to make the most of the opportunity because it might be our last. 

Sharon and I looked into each other's eyes as we slowly made several deepening thrusts against each other, calling out as the sensation overwhelmed us. I buried my cock to the hilt and Sharon squirmed beneath me with her eyes closed and her mouth open. Our legs were hanging off the end of the bed so that my toes were dug into the carpet and both of our butts were clinched and straining to mesh our genitals. Our pubic bones had stopped our progress, but we just pushed even harder and ground against each other. We remained in this luxuriating embrace for a long moment.

"Sharon," I could barely speak I was feeling so passionate. "This is unbelievably good."

She didn't reply. I took it to mean that was as much as Sharon was willing to do. Her eyes remained closed with her head tilted upward, her breaths rapid bursts. I pulled back until the head of my cock was just inside her entrance.



Road Trip Rogue Ch. 06



Ch. 6: Give Me a Few Good Ones

After a few seconds Sharon opened her eyes and beamed with excitement, "Oh, fuck." she gasped, "I almost had an orgasm just then, and I wasn't even using my fingers."

I think Sharon was still hoping that we would just poke around a little bit. But that comment moved my thoughts completely over to my selfish desires. I was pretty damn sure that within minutes we would be fucking each other like wild animals. I was poised and ready but I did not move. Sharon seemed to fidget with indecision. Finally she exhaled a long deep breath, and almost imperceptibly spread her knees further apart. She pulled my head down and placed her lips on my ear lobe. 

"Give me a few good ones." Sharon said with a husky whisper. 

I was already on the way in, and it felt glorious. Sharon threw her head back and her pelvis up. I began slow and gentle. That gave us the ability to writhe against each other and groan with pleasure. After a few of those I acted as if I was stopping but then surprised her with three rapid pumps, hitting her pelvis hard on the last one. We yelled loud and long as I slowly withdrew to her entrance. When we settled down a little bit we gazed at each other. I was ready but she had to be ready too. Sharon slowly returned my smile.

Sharon took a long deep breath and yelled, "Fuck me!" Her voice shook as I pounded into her. I started out fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. We bounced up and down on the bed and her tits swung in circles. My lust and adrenaline level was so high I hadn't noticed that she was busy trying to fuck me back. With our legs hanging off the bed Sharon was able to thrust her pelvis up against me every time I slammed into her. I slowed down so that we could become a more coordinated fucking machine. Sharon obviously appreciated the difference.

"Yeah...That's it...I think...I can have...an orgasm...just like this." 

I was glad she said that, because I knew for sure I could have an orgasm. Our bodies began to make a slapping sound every time we hit against each other. Sharon added to the noise by grunting with each slap, and I joined her.

I glanced at the doorway and Paula stood there with a satisfied smile. She silently toasted me with her margarita class. I was way too busy with Sharon to respond. 

The sound of our grunting and slapping genitals was deafening. Then the pitch of Sharon's voice got higher and higher. She was clearly working up to an orgasm. There was only one problem. So was I. 

"Sharon, I'm getting ready to come." 

"Oh..."she frowned in disappointment. I pulled out and jumped down to place my mouth on her pussy. Her body recoiled with the frustrating removal of my cock. 

"Aw, shit... I was so close." she complained. Sharon ran her fingers in my hair as she continued, "Wow, if I could just have an orgasm without using my fingers."

The rumbling in my loins settled down and I lifted up. "I'm coming back up there to try again." She giggled and welcomed me with open arms and legs.

As I mounted Sharon my cock found her pussy as if our genitals were magnets for each other. I grabbed Sharon's ass with both hands for leverage and slid easily into her to resume our fucking session. She pressed her legs downward and her pubic box up, resuming her quest for an orgasm. Once again we grunted and slapped bodies together. But this time Sharon showed greater intensity. I could feel her butt tremble and tense in my hands each time she pressed against me.

"I can feel it starting...This is going...to be great." Sharon said between breaths. "Let me know...if you get close...to coming."

"Everything's fine...so far," I was able to gasp. Sharon's eyes were closed and her head tilted up. I impulsively decided to try more talking during sex. "I love...fucking you Sharon...You're so...hot."

Sharon smiled without opening her eyes. She was in deep concentration. 

"Oh...Oh...Oh..." she said going one music note higher with each syllable as she put more force into her movements. My loins began to stir a little but I figured I could make it through her impending orgasm. Each time my pelvis crashed against Sharon she pressed her heals down and her chin up. Sharon was frowning and her eyes were tightly closed. Her head went from side to side each time our bodies pounded together. But her enthusiasm had caught up with me and I was close. I hated to interrupt her.

"Sharon I'm about to come."

"Shit. I'm almost there." We continued pounding into each other. "Just hang on a little longer."

I kept on thrusting but a volcano was brewing big time in my loins. I began to yell to help relieve some of the tension. Sharon opened her eyes and yelled nose to nose with me then she screamed to signal the beginning of her climax and we clutched against each other. She slammed her pussy up against me and gurgled as she threw her head back. Immediately Sharon's vagina began a heavy throb and released a flood of warm liquid around my straining cock. It was too much. The uncontrollable feeling of inevitable orgasm was upon me. 

"I'm coming." I said, making a weak attempt to withdraw.

Sharon seemed unsure about letting my dick leave her pussy. She suddenly clamped her arms around me while hunching her pelvis against mine. I gave up all resistance and shouted as my entire body clenched to jam as deep into Sharon as possible. We arched against each other at the foot of the bed with our feet straining into the carpet. It must've been a sight for Paula. 

I pressed so hard against Sharon I thought I might hurt her, but she was pushing hard right back against me. Sharon turned her head to me and we shared a long passionate French kiss as we experienced the euphoric feeling of our pulsing genitals. As the throbbing sensation diminished I gave Sharon a few short thrusts. She responded with relaxed, satisfied moans even though she was still breathing heavily.

After a moment she said breathlessly, "For the first time I had an orgasm without using my fingers." She seemed to consider her statement and then whispered, "But I can't believe I had sex with you again. I couldn't stop myself."

Her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed. She had a deep flushed color and her lips were a dark shade of purple. Sharon was beautiful.

"I must be heavy," I managed to mumble even though I felt completely drained of energy. I stirred but Sharon responded by gripping me tightly.

"There's no need to get out now," she whispered. I relaxed on top of her and managed to keep my softening cock lodged inside her warm pussy as I slowly passed out.

I must have been semi-conscious for a minute. I hallucinated that I was inside a dark, warm, comfortable cave with my wife, but she transformed gradually into Sharon and then into Paula. I became aware of gentle female voices.

"Is he dead?"

"He fell asleep on top of me."

Whap!

I felt the sharp sting of a hand slapping my naked buttock. 

"Come on Sleeping Beauty, it's time to get up," Paula said. She was obviously the one who popped me on the butt. I became aware that my face was buried in Sharon's hair up next to her ear. I groggily raised my head, leaving a trail of slobber between my bottom lip and a pool of moisture in Sharon's hair.

"Eww," Sharon and Paula exclaimed in disgust. 

Paula stood over our joined naked bodies still wearing her pink bikini. Without speaking I moved to roll off of Sharon. Paula hustled to the side of the bed.

"Wait. I want to see this." Paula was pointedly looking at our sex organs.

Sharon and I cooperated as if it was the normal thing to do. We all three looked as I slowly disengaged. My cock was still somewhat firm and it took a couple of seconds to pull completely out. 

"Ooo," said Sharon at the triggering of sensitive nerves. 

The head of my penis flopped down on the bed along with a small lava-flow of semen.

"Ugh." I responded.

"Ooo," said Paula, wide-eyed with lust. Then she took charge. "The natives in the swimming pool are getting restless. We need to join them before they come in here. Ya'll have the house smelling like a musty high school locker room." Then with the efficiency of a world-class hotel manager she handed each of us a hot, damp bath towel. 

Sharon and I stood naked beside the bed wiping down and locating our bathing suits. Meanwhile Paula purposely spilled her Margarita on the bed's wet spot, disguising the evidence of our activities. 

"Now," Paula continued, "grab a fresh margarita off the kitchen counter and head for the pool. As soon as you get there go completely underwater; because you both look like shit." Paula got a chuckle out of this while Sharon and I simply followed her directions like zombies.

As I reached to open the back door with margarita in hand, Sharon turned to face me, "I'll call you."

The sight that greeted us from the pool must have been as much a shock to Sharon as it was to me. Ozzie must have been underwater but Robert and Ellen had their backs to us. He held Ellen high above his head supporting her with one hand on her breast and the other hand firmly cupping her crotch. They laughed wildly as he launched her like a torpedo into the water attempting to spear Ozzie. 

Sharon and I came to a stop upon this spectacle of my wife with her husband. She simply said, "I told you."

Paula bolted past us and called out, "Are the mosquitoes any better now that it's dark?"

It was clear from the way they staggered around in the shallow water that all three were completely drunk and enjoying it. Paula expertly distracted them as Sharon and I dunked ourselves. 

We interacted as a group for a while but I was bone tired. I searched out the nearest pool step to sit down. Almost immediately Paula plopped down beside me, beaming with pride.

"Sometimes I amaze myself at what I can do. Ya'll were so hot!" She bumped shoulders, "You owe me."

Before I could say anything Sharon materialized out of nowhere. She was actually rough as she sat between us and then turned to glare at Paula, who simply giggled and gave me a knowing smile before jumping up and joining the others. The whole time Sharon kept a wary eye on Paula without even looking at me.



Road Trip Rogue Ch. 07



Ch. 7: Bite Therapy

The rest of the evening at Ozzie and Paula's was uneventful. Ellen was pretty drunk when we left the party; and we hadn't gotten halfway home before she made it damn clear she wanted to have sex. When we got to the house I had to zip my pants up just to get out of the car and go inside. 

The phone was ringing as we opened the front door. It was Ozzie, "Hey Dave; you left your wallet here."

I tried to talk as I fondled Ellen's butt and she pulled off my shirt. "I thought I left it in my car's glove box. If it's okay I'll just pick it up tomorrow."

"You better come get it now. We leave first thing in the morning to visit relatives and I wouldn't want to set it out for you."

Ellen didn't seem too disappointed, "Fuck it. I'm going to bed."

I hopped back in the car just wearing my cut-offs and drove back to Ozzie's. Nobody answered the front door so I walked around to the back.

Paula was standing leisurely next to the pool wearing an oversized T-shirt. I joined her and realized she was smoking weed. "Ozzie has your wallet." 

I noticed that Paula's nipples were poking into the T-shirt. She took a deep hit and passed the joint to me, "Here, you can finish this if you want. I'm going to have an afterburner." She lit a cigarette as I took a deep draft of weed. It could have been my imagination but I felt high on the very first puff. We stared peacefully at the patterns made by the underwater lights and the surface ripples of the pool. 

"You know what?" Paula asked. "I am damn good at my job." She did not look at me even though we were standing close. "Ozzie and his dad are both fraternity boys and they don't do a fucking thing anymore because I take care of all of it for them. They're just like management everywhere; they sit around drinking and telling stories that make them feel superior."

She continued to gaze at the water's surface and I just listened. "I don't complain since I get paid well, but that's only because other contractors have tried to hire me away. I know those two look down on me because I'm not a high class sorority chick but I don't care. The working class men working for us think well of me and that means more."

Paula took a drag on her cigarette then continued, "Even in our group of friends I can tell that I have lower status. Sharon and Ellen never really take me seriously and I work circles around them. I have to admit that bothers me, because they know me well and it still doesn't overcome the fact that I was never in a sorority and will never be a high class socialite. I don't really want those things, but I do want the respect of my close friends."

I began to feel defensive. "Oh Paula; I think we have plenty of respect for you."

"You're the exception, Dave." Paula finally looked at me with a smile and affectionately nudged a shoulder into me, causing her little titties to jiggle. "You have a healthy dark side, and I think that helps you appreciate someone like me."

Paula said that as if it were a compliment. The marijuana was having a peaceful effect but I still felt insulted. "Hey, just because I make a little mistake doesn't mean I have a secret dark side."

Paula laughed and looked at me as if I were joking, but recovered, "Well maybe you're right. Let's find Ozzie and get your wallet." 

Paula gave me a brief full body hug that felt very good, and then she led me to the house. The way her butt wiggled I wondered if she was wearing anything under that T-shirt. 

Ozzie was laid out on the couch asleep and with his mouth wide open. One arm was extended to the floor and he had my wallet clutched in his palm. Paula and I giggled quietly and stumbled into each other. She draped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to whisper, "He's so cute when he's like this."

I was keenly aware of how much I enjoyed physical contact with Paula. She tugged me along then bent down to carefully retrieve my wallet. I watched the T-shirt ride up the back of her legs and leaned so far forward to get a peak that when Paula straightened up she bumped into me. 

"Finders keepers." she announced and I gladly accepted her invitation to wrestle over my wallet. 

Our bare legs tangled around each other as I halfheartedly reached for my wallet. We stumbled around giggling in the living room but I kept an eye on Ozzie. He never moved a muscle. 

It was loads of fun having Paula wriggle and squirm against my bare chest. Her thin T-shirt material did little to keep me from experiencing the thrill of her jiggling titties and firm ass. Then she began to talk smack in a loud whisper.

"You can't take this wallet away from me. You know why?" Paula said as we playfully circled each other like two wrestlers. 

"Tell me why."

"Because you're a weak, lying, sissy fraternity boy just like your friends."

I smiled and thought to myself that she must want to play rougher. I lunged at her, fully expecting to feel the pleasure of more soft bosom and jiggling butt. Instead all I got was elbows and knees, which was kind of irritating. It was uncomfortable enough that I backed away and circled again.

Paula was breathing hard and had an amused smile, but I couldn't tell if we were still playing or if this had turned into some sort of competition. Whatever it was she kept up the trash talk. 

"What good are those showboat muscles of yours?" 

What the fuck kind of question was that? 

Paula was quicker and stronger than she looked and took the opportunity of my confusion to grab the waste of my loose-fitting shorts and pull hard, slamming our bodies into each other. 

It hurt but Paula seemed impervious and taunted, "You fucking pussy!"

I had no idea what I did to piss her off, and I didn't care. I just wanted her to shut her God damn mouth. But I was still hesitant to take her seriously and I was back on my heels. After all, she was just a girl. Without warning she slapped me on the side of my head with my own wallet, causing credit cards to fly. My hands automatically lifted up and that's when she gave me a straight-arm roundhouse slap right on my side, which stung like a son of a bitch. I lost my shit and stopped caring that she was a girl. I got a running start and tackled her with my shoulder right in her gut.

It surprised me how light she was and I stumbled across the room with her on my shoulder. Somehow I hit the kitchen door frame and she spun out of my grasp and onto the cold kitchen floor, still hanging on to my wallet. 

The wind knocked out of her, Paula was on her hands and knees, disoriented. She was facing away from me, her oversized t-shirt bunched up around her shoulders. She was completely naked underneath, her shaved and rosy-red pussy protruding below her cute little butt. A small tattoo of a dolphin was on one buttock. I didn't give a shit about any of that because I was lost in anger. I slapped that dolphin tattoo as hard as I could, my hand landing with a loud whap!

Paula spun around on the floor from the force of the blow. She hissed at me and pounced on my lower legs. She bit down on my calf and shook her head like a shark in a feeding frenzy. I tried to shake her loose but her teeth remained clenched tight, the floor getting smeared with my blood. It occurred to me that my life might be in danger with this tough, crazy bitch. But I was so furious I didn't care and I sure as hell was not going to give up.

Paula's teeth were still buried in my calf as I fell on my ass and scooped up her body. Paula was naked and upside down in my lap with her pussy in my face. I opened my mouth and carefully placed my upper teeth on her asshole and my lower teeth in her pussy. I did not bite down, I just waited. 

She very slowly released her bite on my calf then breathlessly asked, "Still think you don't have a dark side?"

I couldn't believe this shit. Did Paula start all of this just to prove a point? At first I wanted to blame my behavior on her, but it dawned on me that I could have quit at any time. 

I released my bite on Paula's taint and took a deep breath of fresh air. A small amount of my blood was on the floor and on each of us. Her buttock dolphin tattoo was in the center of a big red welt the shape of my hand. I looked over Paula's naked ass into the living room and saw Ozzie still asleep on the couch. 

Paula spoke from her upside down position, "So what if you have a selfish and violent part of your character? If you learn to deal with it maybe you won't end up like your dad."

"Shut the fuck up!" I barked at her. But after a moment's reflection, I admitted, "Okay, I have a dark side. Now hold still so I can lick your pussy."

I felt my wallet hit me in the chest and fall to the floor. We rolled backward and ended up in a 69 position. While I fed on her slit Paula easily removed my shorts and her t-shirt and then I felt her warm mouth engulf my straining cock.

"You're wet," I murmured, pushing my tongue past her engorged lips and into a hot, liquid reservoir.

"I've been wet for weeks," she said, "Ever since I watched you cram your hulk of a dick into Sharon in the backseat of that car."

"Good, because I sure want to fuck you right now." 

Paula responded by hurrying onto all fours and arching her back for me. I approached her on my knees and got a brief view of her cute round dimpled butt and her red juicy pussy. I reached around, grabbed those little tits and began hunching against her backside. Paula moved her pussy around trying to help me find the target, as neither of us resorted to a guiding hand for help.

"Dave, go easy," Paula gasped. "I've only had one partner and he doesn't have your size." 

I know I should have felt guilty. I was on the verge of stretching the pussy of my friend's girlfriend. But any chance I had for reconsidering vanished when the head of my dick stumbled on the wet spot. Paula grunted and threw her head up. I froze and simply absorbed the tingling thrill coursing through my body from her warm pussy.

I pushed but didn't go anywhere. We both hurriedly adjusted our positioning and I pushed again. Nothing. We began to giggle.

"Shit. This is harder than it looks." I said, feeling Paula's torso shaking with suppressed laughter.

"We're going to have to get lined up just right," she snickered.

We both groaned loudly and stopped laughing immediately as my cock slightly penetrated her opening.

"Oh, my God, Paula; you are so tight." Only the tip had made it in and I could tell this was going to take some careful maneuvering. She was even smaller than my wife and a lot tighter then Sharon. "You feel fantastic."

Paula did not respond. She just continued leaning back toward me keeping the pressure on our genitals. While staying in the doggy position I moved my hands from her luscious tits to under her shoulders. That gave me better leverage for pressing my straining cock into her tight moist channel. I flexed my hips and my cock slowly penetrated into the smallest pussy I would ever know.

Paula pushed back against me and began to scream.

I stopped with my dick rigidly sticking halfway out of her. "Damn Paula! You're going to wake up Ozzie."

"Nothing is going to wake Ozzie." She pushed back against me several times trying to get me deeper. "And I'm a screamer—get used to it."

With the fingers of one hand I began to play with her clitoris. This caused the rest of her body to hold still for a while, and I quickly learned to appreciate her completely shaved pussy. She moaned as I pulled back and slowly began to thrust without going any deeper.

The slick but tight fit had us both groaning. Paula moved my hand so she could stimulate her clitoris without my help. I took the opportunity to pull on her shoulders and clinch myself a little deeper into her hot, grasping pussy. 

She screamed again. Damn she was loud. I figured if she was going to scream like that I might as well get all the way in there. I straightened up to my knees and pulled on her hips as I wiggled my butt to work my way in.

Screaming at the top of her lungs Paula repeatedly jammed herself back against me as her flying fingers stroked her clitoris. 

I bottomed out in her pussy but that didn't keep me from continuing to wiggle and push trying to get even deeper. I felt like I was riding a wild horse the way Paula was bucking and screeching as she started having an orgasm. And I wasn't even close to coming yet. Normally I wouldn't have expected to make it through her orgasm, but this was unexpected, which helped me to endure.

After Paula grunted through her climax, I stalled in position with my dick buried tight and my balls snuggled up against her pussy. I felt her fingers slow their movement and her body tremble as her now-weak knees struggled to support her weight. 

I held Paula up by the hips as her orgasm faded but I wasn't finished with that incredibly snug pussy. Paula's pussy was rhythmically gripping my cock. I withdrew slowly and then just as slow I pushed to get all the way back in until I bottomed out. Damn that felt good. She tried her best to scream but was still wobbly from her orgasm.

Screwing a new woman for the first time is the epitome of mind blowing passion and I enjoyed the added benefit of looking down at Paula's firm, round, dimpled butt with the dolphin tattoo. But there's something particularly special and exciting about fucking from behind. It just feels different. And with a little teamwork you can both have some really fun exercise. 

However Paula was not a team player. She quickly got her energy back and began to push against me from every direction with enthusiasm. Before I knew it I was working hard just to keep up with her. A change seemed like a good idea. 

"Hey Paula, I want to feel what it's like to be face-to-face with you."

It surprised me that Paula was so flexible. Without comment she quickly rotated around so that I never had to withdraw. She fell onto her back causing a slight bounce of her cone shaped titties while breathing shallow and fast. We looked down at our joined bodies to see my cock partially lodged in her slick shaved pussy. Paula teased me by sensually moving her hips from side to side. She looked up at me with anticipation and passion evident in her half-mast eyes.

Even before I could lower my body onto hers I knew this was very different. It was obvious to both of us that this position was a lot more sensual. I lowered my torso to bury my face into her curly disheveled hair and feel her titties wiggle against my chest. Then with one smooth motion I clenched my butt and buried my dick deeper than I had been able to go before. My loins immediately responded with the first faint feelings of an orgasm. Before Paula could let loose with one of her screams I kissed her passionately. She gave a muffled yell and used the insides of her legs to caress as I wiggled and strained to get even deeper into that snug, juicy twat.

It was intense but at the same time almost calm the way we affectionately thrust against each other. We maintained our dizzying kisses with closed eyes, and our movements were very easy and natural. It was no longer the athletic fucking from before. It was intimate love making.

My movements grew more desperate and Paula's breath quickened, knowing my orgasm was coming soon. I moaned with each exhilarating thrust. Paula's hands curled under my armpits and she pulled on the top of my shoulders with every move. Her thighs were spread wide with her heels riding on the back of my knees.

The orgasm was taking a long time to build up, probably because I already had sex that day. I let my mind fixate on what a tight snug pussy I was fucking. I was stretching Paula out like no dick had done before. It was almost like I was fucking a...really...hot...virgin. That thought did it for me, especially when Paula added to it with an enthusiastic hug. With a strangled cry, I thrust so hard that Paula skidded on her back along the kitchen floor. The extended time to a crescendo made for a long and completely draining orgasm.

My dick began to soften and I completely collapsed on top of Paula. "Before you relax let's turn over," she said.

We automatically pressed genitals together to keep my dick buried in her pussy. The cool kitchen floor felt good on my back but when Paula released all of her weight it became difficult to breath. Even so, I was determined not to say anything because women always have to put up with a man's weight.

I closed my eyes and let my hands roam over Paula's rump while she remained motionless. Each buttock was smooth, round, and tight. I marveled at how good it felt to extend my fingers close to her pussy and touch the remains of our juices on her slick skin.

"I wasn't sure I would go through with this," Paula murmured, her lips just under my ear.

I was half asleep but still managed to ask, "At what point did you know?"

She waited a long time to answer, "When I got a mouth full of your blood and a good taste."

I didn't move but that comment got my full attention. I continued to fondle her butt and finally told her, "I have to admit that kind of freaks me out."

"You think it freaks you out? I'm the one with the weird thought. But I get the feeling there's some shit going on inside your head too," she said, making us both giggle. 

After a pause Paula commented almost absentmindedly, "I think we're pretty close to keeping our little group together and happy. All that's really left is getting Robert to fuck your wife."

My eyes shot wide open and my entire body flinched. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

Paula was unfazed by my reaction, and spoke softly into my ear, "My plan for us to become a small group of swingers. Ozzie will be glad to fuck Ellen if he gets a chance. The real problem was Sharon, but you've broken her down to the point where she will eat out of your hand. And I just proved that I can do this."

I listened in open-mouthed surprise as Paula continued, "Robert won't be much of a problem. And as soon as he winks at your wife she'll be spread-eagled on her back so fast you'll think you heard a sack of hammers hit the floor." Paula chuckled then added, "Of course you and Sharon clearly think they're already boning each other and maybe they are."

My mind raced, trying to process a jumble of questions. What did this girl get me into? How did this happen?

Paula sensed my confusion. "Oh, come on, Dave. We could never go back to being three sweet innocent couples. That fairytale ended the instant you buried your eager-beaver in Sharon."

Paula emphasized her point by wiggling her butt, which caused my soft dick to pop out of her tight wet pussy. "Oooh." she laughed.

I looked at the figure passed out on the couch in the adjoining room. "Paula, how is it possible that Ozzie has not waked up?"

"Well," she explained, her lips brushing my ear lobe, "I was supposed to give him two Viagra, but instead I gave him two prescription-strength sleeping pills."

"Oh, shit...I guess that means I should feel even guiltier. My friend had big plans for you tonight but then he found my misplaced wallet."

"Well, sort of," she smiled with the satisfaction of having a secret to share. "You never lost your wallet. I stole it out of the glove box of your car and brought it inside. Ozzie found it after you'd already left and called you, as I knew he would."

Paula's schemes were so involved and devious, it finally dawned on me that she was a lot smarter than the rest of us. 

I had to ask: "Is it even true that Ozzie was the only man you had ever been with?"

Paula lifted her torso so that her modest titties just cleared my chest. She looked intently into my eyes with a clever little smile. 

"Do you want that to be true?" she asked. "Ozzie did."

Epilogue: Therapeutic Alternatives

So Doc, I'm almost finished explaining everything. Gee, once I started talking I didn't stop. You probably see that a lot in therapy. I can already say I feel a little better just telling someone the whole story. 




Road Trip Rogue Ch. 07



So the good news is that Sharon, once again, did not become pregnant. She met me in the coffee shop and followed that news with the suggestion that we confront her husband and my wife on their extramarital behavior. She felt like we should get everything out in the open. If they could admit their indiscretions, it would be a lot easier for us to go ahead and admit ours. 

I didn't say anything about Paula or Paula's grand plan for a swinging relationship between our three couples. But I figured this was a step in that direction, and I was beginning to get used to the idea.

However, our meeting with Ellen and Robert did not go very well. We brought up the night of the car ride back from Hymel's. Ellen and Robert claimed a deer had shot across the road in front of the car and that was why they had both grunted. Their expressions were very believable as it dawned on them that Sharon and I thought they had given each other hand-jobs. They glanced at each other and suppressed laughter as they tried their best to be sensitive to our feelings.

However, we got their attention when we brought up how they had pawed each other in the swimming pool. They knew we were right, but apparently it had not led to anything else. They were apologetic anyway. They blamed their bad behavior on having been drunk.

Because of their guilt they did not think to suspect Sharon and me of anything, and we kept our mouths shut. Of course I kept quiet about Paula.

So now Doc, I don't know what to do. Paula's plan to become swingers is kind of exciting. I'd love to fuck Paula and Sharon some more. And I believe Paula could make it happen. But I've got to tell you Doc, Paula is kind of scary the way she's able to manipulate the rest of us. And I know how self-centered this is, but I'm not so sure I want to share my wife with those two guys. 

On top of this whole secret situation I'm afraid my relationship with Ellen may already be in trouble. She's been acting more and more emotional and crazy toward me since all this started. I just tell her she's being unreasonable and she leaves me alone for a while. But she obviously knows at some level that something is wrong, and it's cruel of me to accuse her of being the problem.

So Doc, if I try to do nothing I'm afraid either my wife is going to go crazy or I'll get Sharon pregnant. If I tell the truth I don't know what kind of hell will descend on me, even though I probably deserve it. And if Paula turns us into swingers, I can't trust where that crazy bitch is going to lead us.

Can you help me with this? I notice you haven't said much and I guess I can't blame you. It's hard to imagine this mess being any worse.

By the way Doc, that is a particularly attractive outfit you're wearing today. In hindsight I probably should have found a male therapist, because you're beginning to look pretty damn good to me..."