10 comments/ 81548 views/ 13 favorites Steve's Story By: elia_cdl (Hi. I'm the Old Man. I've written several stories and posted them here before. Some of them are my fantasies and some are more truth than fantasy. The one thing they had in common was that they were all mine. This one is different. I was working in the yard a few days ago when a young friend, I'll call him Steve, stopped by with an ice-cold six-pack. Nothing better when you're hot and sweaty than a cold beer. We sat down in the shade and popped open a couple and visited about the weather and the Lakers. It was obvious that Steve had something on his mind. When we opened up the second round of beers he finally told me why he came by. He was searching the web to try and explain why he wasn't angry or jealous over something that happened recently. Several days ago he found this web site and joined it. He started reading the stories and looking at the pictures. After reading some of my stories he figured out I was the author. I thought I had disguised myself better than that and he assured me that there probably weren't too many people who could figure it out. He said he wanted to tell me his story and if I thought it was interesting enough I could write it up and share it on the net. This is the story Steve related to me. I have taken the liberty to change names and add appropriate dialogue as best as I can remember what he said.) We, my wife Gloria and I, were at a party one night with a bunch of friends. There were ten or twelve couples there that we party with fairly regularly. We don't have a party every month, but not very many months go by without one. This one was at Jim and Carol's house. Most of the couples are in their forty's, like me and Gloria. There are three couples in their mid to late twenty's. Everyone drinks, but we're all mature enough so that we rarely have anyone getting drunk. That night I was just holding up one end of the bar and watching the ebb and flow of the party. I was pretty tired from all the extra work I had done that week and wasn't in the mood to do much more. In the three hours since the party started I'd had four drinks. I was just in the frame of mind where I wanted to relax and enjoy the sights and sounds around me. Other people were talking in groups or dancing and no one was paying much attention to me. Unlike the stories I've been reading I've never had a desire to watch another man fuck my wife. I can't even recall thinking about something like that. I've never wanted Gloria to expose herself to other men. I know other guys have gotten a look at her titties when she bent over just right, but I'm pretty sure she didn't do it on purpose. I may be crazy, but I like to see her in sexy outfits. And what if she did? I've had occasion to see some other women's tits and Gloria knew, but she didn't complain. I think most guys keep their eyes open for the chance viewing and their mouths shut about it. But being totally honest, I'll admit there have been times when I saw some guy put his hand on Gloria's tits or ass. Hell, I've done the same with other women when dancing. Or maybe I'd be in a corner with another woman where nobody could see what we were doing and we might get a little friendly with each other. It doesn't mean anything. Just fooling around, maybe testing the waters. But not really thinking of following through. I assumed Gloria had done similar things but I never dwelled on it. People are people and I don't know any that are saints. What, you're going to kill someone cause he touched your wife? Just how insecure are you? Anyway, at the party I was paying more attention to Frank's wife, Betty, than anything else. She had on a low cut blouse and no bra. It was fun to watch those jugs bounce and shake when she was dancing. I compared her to Gloria and Gloria was the winner. My wife's tits aren't as big as Betty's but they are much firmer and don't have much sag to them. But it was still fun to watch Betty's tits bouncing all over the place. The song ended and Gloria came over and took a sip of my drink. Her face was flushed and she was breathing a little fast from the exertion of dancing. She leaned in close and whispered that Tim had been trying to cop a feel. I smiled at her and asked her what the problem was. Hell, that happens at all of these parties. It's no big deal. If I had been dancing I'd be doing the same thing. You get your hand on some ass cheek or a tit and the woman pushes your hand away. After she let's you get your little thrill. And don't think for a second that the gals don't like it too. They like being reminded someone besides their husband finds them attractive. Gloria said that Tim's wife was home sick and he was taking the opportunity to get in some serious fondling instead of the usual attempts at groping. I laughed and said I couldn't blame him. "You're the hottest looking woman here. You can't fault his taste." She smacked me in the arm, "Can't you be serious?" "No. I'm here to relax and enjoy. Why don't you relax and enjoy." "You mean you don't mind another man feeling up your wife? Most guys would get pissed off or jealous or something." "I'm surprised you're not flattered. Any other 45 year old woman I know would be ecstatic to have a 25 year old guy chasing after them." She smacked me in the arm again. "Of course it's flattering, but he could be a little more discrete about it. Someone might see." She giggled. "So, the problem is not that he's feeling you up, the problem is he's too open about it. You'd rather he take you outside and fondle you luscious body." She was giggling and gave my arm another smack. "You just can't be serious about anything can you?" "Well, as I see the problem you both want him to feel you up it's simply a matter of degree." "I'm taking the 5th. You can't make me testify against myself." Now it was my turn to laugh. "You're serious? You're not mad? Or jealous?" "Honey, let's just enjoy the party. We can get serious tomorrow or next week. I'm not mad or jealous." I reached up and cupped her left tit. "Yep, that's definitely worth pursuing." She giggled again and took another drink. "OK. We'll see just how relaxed you are." She turned around and I patted her ass as she walked away. A couple of minutes later I saw she was dancing with Tim again. It was pretty dark and they weren't very close to me but I could see his hand on Gloria's ass. I'm sure she let him massage her ass for a long time just to make sure I saw. As they turned around slowly I also saw that his other hand was playing with her tits. I smiled to myself. I don't know why, but I wasn't mad or jealous. I actually thought it was erotic to watch Tim fondle my wife. I found it to be one of the most beautiful and sexy things I had ever seen. They were swaying more than dancing to the soft music. They were in a world of their own and no one else seemed to be paying any attention to them. I could feel a stirring in my pants. It felt good. My prick was growing a little harder with each minute. And I was enjoying the show in front of me that was causing my erection. Just as the song ended Gloria gave Tim a quick kiss. That caused my cock to give a real jump. I didn't know why I should find this display so enjoyable but I did. Tim walked Gloria back to me. I could tell from the position of his arm that he had a possessive hand on her ass the whole time. When they were a step or two away from me Tim said something about the bathroom and headed off. Gloria walked up to me and gave me a kiss. "Still not mad?" She was breathing hard again and I knew it wasn't from the exertion of dancing this time. She was getting turned on. "No, I'm not mad. Are you having fun?" She kissed me again. "You'll never guess what Tim wants me to do." "OK. I'll never guess. But you'll tell me, right?" "He wants me to take off my bra and panties." Man! That caused some pre-cum to leak from the tip of my hard cock. "And?" "I told him only if it was OK with you. Is it?" "Do you want too?" "I asked you first." "I know, but before I can answer I have to know what you want. Your dress is so thin I can see your bra and panties. If you take them off everyone here's going to know. And, there's not going to be much between his hands and your body. So what do you want to do?" "Since you're not mad or jealous about it I wouldn't mind." "Then go ahead and do it." She put her arm around my neck and gave me a lingering kiss. "Thank you, lover." Tim passed her as she walked away from me. He stood beside me at the bar and took a drink. "Well, I think I won that fall." "What do you mean?" "It's like I told Gloria. Dancing is just a form of co-ed wrestling. You move around on the floor and try to gain advantage over your opponent. The one with the best moves wins the fall." I laughed at that one. Tim was always coming up with some off-the-wall shit and making everyone laugh. He smiled at me, glad to see that I wasn't pissed about what he'd been doing or what he said. Before I could come up with a witty response we saw Gloria coming toward us. "Wow!" I knew exactly what Tim meant. I could see the same thing he could. With the light behind her you could clearly see some pussy hair through that thin dress. I was starting to get more than a little warm. Gloria walked up to me and gave me a kiss. "Is it that obvious? If you two don't quit staring I'm going to go put them back on. You're embarrassing me." "Tim's just been filling me in on his theory about dancing and wrestling." She giggled. "Isn't that the silliest thing?" Tim insisted there was nothing silly about it and said he was ready for round two. I asked him how many rounds were in a match. "It should go for the best 3 out of 5 falls. So I guess that would mean 5 rounds unless there are some draws." Gloria and I were laughing before he got it all out. Even he couldn't keep a straight face and he started laughing too. I pulled Gloria up to me and whispered, "I know how you can distract him and win the next fall." "How?" She whispered back. In answer I reached up and started unbuttoning her dress. I unbuttoned the first four buttons. I smiled at her and she asked, "Is that all it's going to take to distract him?" I smiled at her and undid three more buttons. With her dress unbuttoned below her belly button I asked Tim if he was still ready for the next round. He could hardly say anything. His lips had suddenly gone dry and his wisecracks had left him. He finally managed to strangle out a "Yeah." It finally dawned on me that we were putting on a public display. I'm just glad no one had looked our way and seen what was happening. I looked around and saw a hallway where I knew we could find a room to ourselves. I put an arm around Gloria's waist and motioned for Tim to follow us. I took them down the hall and into a small bedroom and closed the door. My voice was a little strange to my own ears when I said, "I think you guys need a referee for the rest of this match." All three of us laughed nervously at that. No one moved for what seemed like hours but was really only a few seconds. Then Gloria moved forward and grabbed Tim. She got to him and threw him face down on the bed before he realized what was going on. She jumped on top of him and yelled, "I win! I win!" I said, "That makes it one to one." Tim recovered quickly and rolled over, throwing Gloria down on her back. He rolled on top of her and pinned her shoulders to the bed. Gloria was gasping for breath and Tim leaned down and stuck his tongue in her mouth. Gloria struggled under him for a minute then stopped squirming around and started responding to the kiss. I let them kiss for a bit then tapped Tim on the shoulder and told him I had awarded the third fall to him. He reluctantly got up and stood beside the bed. I looked at my wife lying there on the bed. In the struggle the top of her dress had been pushed wide open and her tits were exposed to our view. He nipples were sticking up straight and hard. Tim and my wife were both panting and I was breathing pretty hard too. Gloria smiled and raised up. She didn't try to cover herself at all. Gloria stepped over to me and gave me a kiss. I warned her, "He's ahead 2 to 1 babe." She turned around and looked at Tim. Then she reached down and unbuttoned the rest of her dress. She straightened up and slipped her dress off. I could feel the blood pounding through my body as my wife exposed herself to this young man. Tim stood there staring at that patch of natural blond hair surrounding her pussy. Suddenly, Gloria threw her dress over his head and shoved him on the bed. She jumped on top of him and held him down as she went, "One, two, three." Then she jumped up. "That's one for me." She laughed. She put her arms around me and gave me another kiss. I was kind of surprised that she didn't seem to be uncomfortable standing there in the nude with Tim right there. But I sure as hell didn't complain. In fact I wrapped her in my arms and pushed my tongue between her lips. Gloria rubbed her pussy against my hard cock causing both of us to moan. It made me even hotter to think that mine wasn't the first hard on she had felt with her bare pussy that night. We weren't paying any attention to Tim until he said, "OK. We're 2 to 2. Time for the tie-breaker." We reluctantly pulled our lips apart and Gloria smiled at me before she turned around. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she saw Tim standing there with nothing on but a smile. Her eyes just naturally zeroed in on his cock. It was standing up straight and had pre-cum glistening on the tip. I think that was the first erect cock my wife has ever seen other than mine. She stood there, transfixed, staring at Tim's short, fat dick. His cock looked to be a couple of inches shorter than my 8". But it was lots thicker. Tim stepped up to her and more guided than pushed her down on the bed. He chuckled softly, "Two can play that distraction game." He pushed my wife face down on the bed and spread her legs. He moved between her legs and raised her hips slightly. Gloria didn't try to resist or put up any fight. Tim's hand worked between them and guided his fat missile to her opening. Gloria gasped and I saw a shiver run through her body as she came from the first contact of Tim's cock with her clit. Another gasp escaped from her as Tim forced his fat cock into her tight pussy. He kept up a steady pressure forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her tight canal. Both of them were moaning and Tim was trembling with excitement as he stretched my wife's pussy. Once he was buried to the hilt in her tight little cunt he held still for a long time. Then he started a slow rocking motion, fucking his tool in and out of Gloria's pussy. Gloria lay there, unmoving, allowing him to enjoy the sensations of fucking her tight steamy twat. After a couple of minutes Gloria started moving in unison with Tim. As he pulled back she moved forward until just the head of his cock was inside her. Then they would move toward each other till her ass cheeks were pressed tight against him. Gradually the speed of their fucking increased. Faster and harder their bodies slammed together. As Gloria cried out with a second orgasm Tim raised up on his knees. With his cock still buried in her pussy she was forced to raise her ass higher and higher. Tim held my wife by the hips and violently impaled her with his thick shaft. He thrust in and out of her at a furious pace. He let out an animal growl as he slammed into her for the last time and stayed motionless as his cock fired the first blast of cum in her pussy. He grunted and his hips jerked spasmodically several times as he pumped more and more cum into my wife's cunt. As he filled her with his hot load, Gloria came once again. When his balls were finally empty he fell forward, forcing Gloria down on the bed. He lay on top of her as his erection died. Tim got up and looked around the room in a daze, almost like he was just waking up. He wouldn't look at Gloria or me. He hurriedly pulled his pants on and picked up the rest of his clothes. No one said anything as he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. I lay down beside my wife and put my arm across her back. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I moved closer and gave her a kiss. "Still not mad?" I don't know why I wasn't totally pissed off but I wasn't. "No." She smiled at me and kissed me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to have sex with him." "I think you came three times. You must have enjoyed it." "Yes, I did." "Then there's nothing to be sorry for." My hand moved slowly down her back and over her ass. I slid my hand down between her still spread legs until I felt the wetness of her slit. Gloria purred as I slipped two fingers between her cunt lips and into her soaked pussy. She pushed a hand under her and caressed the back of my hand. "God! My husband is feeling another man's cum inside of me. How can anything so nasty feel so good." I kissed her and pulled my fingers from her hole. I brought my wet sticky fingers up to her face and pressed them to her lips. She snorted as she quickly opened her mouth and sucked my fingers coated with Tim's cum and her own pussy juice. We were smiling at each other with our eyes as she sucked and licked my fingers. I didn't know why she was squirming around until her hand appeared in front of my face. Her eyebrows raised in question. I opened my mouth. I could feel her smiling around my fingers as her fingers entered my mouth. I proceeded to lick and suck Tim's cum combined with her pussy juice off her fingers the same as she was doing to mine. Gloria pushed me onto my back and unfastened my pants. She pulled my pants and shorts down, exposing my raging hard on. She pushed my shirt up out of the way and climbed astride my hips. I could see Tim's cum dripping from her cunt as she lowered herself and guided my cock into her stretched opening. I'd never felt her that loose before. Her pussy was so hot and wet I didn't want to fuck her. I just wanted to lay there with my shaft in her warm tunnel. It felt like my cock was surrounded by hot syrup. I grabbed her hips to hold her in place and just let my cock wallow in that incredible wet cavern. For a minute Gloria ground her clit against my pubic bone without raising up and then my cock jerked and twitched inside her as I added my cum to her already drenched cunt. "Oh yes baby. Give me your cum. Aaahhh. God, honey, I'm cumming too." She collapsed on top of me and we lay there holding each other. When we finally got up and dressed and ready to leave she asked me, "Who won the match, Mr. Referee?" "I think we all won." She smiled and gave me another long kiss. (That's the story Steve told me. When he finished I said I had a couple of questions for him and he said fire away. "When everybody wins, isn't that the same as a draw?" He said he guessed so. "Well, if the match ended in a draw when is the rematch? He laughed with me at that then said, "I don't think Gloria's ready. Yet." He held up his beer to me and we touched cans toasting each other, two men who enjoy sharing their wife with others.) Steve's Story Ch. 01 My name is Steve and I had to tell someone this story: I'm a field service engineer in charge of trouble-shooting major accounts in the northern parts of the US. I live in and work out of Minneapolis. When I got an invitation to attend a major convention in Miami, in January, I was really tickled. I had been freezing my balls off up there and getting to go to Miami for a week, even if I had to be working the convention booth, was a wonderful break. Sunday night was arrivals for our team and we had a group meeting where we got introduced to each other, got our assignments and did the rest of the nuts and bolt stuff that goes with working a major show like this. Our crew came from all over the country and included some heavy hitters from sales, marketing, research and tech support. I knew some of the people from my years in my position and some of the others I knew from reputation or from our teleconferences that we did occasionally. I knew one of the 4 women there with us, Bonnie, from working with her via the teleconference route on a couple of problem accounts. I'd never seen her "live" until now. She had always been sitting at a conference table when the camera was "on" and she was not quite as I had imagined her when I finally saw her. Bonnie was in flat shoes and still must have been almost six feet tall. She was wearing a conservative travel outfit that barely suggested her femininity but something about her had my senses twitching. Being about 6'2" myself, I have always preferred big, athletic women. She was wearing very little make-up and really didn't need any, in my opinion. Her hair was fairly short and curly but business-like and she carried herself with a lot of confidence. I was trying like hell not to stare at her and be a "pro," too. Monday was very busy as we were sweating to get the large booth set up and prepped for the opening evening event. There was swearing, hammering and crisis management activities as the details had to come together to make this ready to go. When we finished with the booth we all ran to our rooms to get out of construction clothes and into business suits for the two hours we had to do that night. The doors opened on time and we braced ourselves for the 2,000 plus attendees that always swarm the exhibit floor on the first night. Tonight was supposed to be just a "teaser" to let the techs and supervisors have a peek at all the equipment we had brought with us. It was an incredibly hectic two hours that stretched into almost 4 hours by the time the room cleared out and we cleaned up to be ready for the next time. Tuesday morning was a golf outing and we had reserved 4 carts to pair our golfers up with clients we wanted to get closer to. My guy from Buffalo never showed up. I think he missed his flight because of weather. I was sitting in my cart when Bonnie walked up. She was carrying a lightweight travel golf bag filled with Ping irons, Callaway woods and looked like she knew what to do with them. She explained that she hadn't really signed up for our little outing because she hadn't thought she wouldn't have time, but things opened up and here she was. The other carts were full and when I told her my story about the MIA from Buffalo, she asked if I would mind letting a "girl play with me?" I don't know if a double entrendre was meant, but I almost choked and said "That would be just fine." I was noticed a few things about her: She was forty-something years old, I'd guess, and looked very nice dressed in a golf shirt and shorts. She had a big smile when you could make her grin; and now that I could get a good look at her in casual clothes, I could tell she had a pretty big chest. Finally, at nearly six feet tall, she had legs that went all the way to the ground. Really nice legs. We were playing a "best ball" format that emphasizes having some fun rather than the pressure of a highly competitive atmosphere. There was one of our marketing guys in the cart ahead of us and he was really working on a lab director who was putting up with the constant chatter. I think he was silently wishing the marketing weenie would drop dead. Anyway, Bonnie and I were just chatting and hitting as our turns came up. I had said something about how cold it was up north and she had said she was glad to be here to just get away from her regular life for a little while. I said that she sounded very serious and she said the pressure had been pretty high the last couple of months. Each of us would regularly be the "best ball" and we were having a good time in the great weather. She became our designated putter because anything in the 15' to 20' feet range she just cleaned up. Her drives were usually down the middle of the fairway and about 190 yards long. My drives were a lot longer but often wound up in a different zip code. We were talking about our view of our jobs and I said candidly that I was spending more and more time cleaning up the bull shit that sales created. Bonnie gave me a high-five and said: "I spend most of my day trying to keep the corporation from going to jail because of stupid, fucking "tweaks" that marketing tries to put through after the product has been approved and launched." I was kind of stunned that she would say "fucking" but I got the point that she was very passionate about her work and the level of responsibility she had. After we had broken "the F word barrier", I found out she could swear like a guy and was good at it. We finished up after almost 5 hours on the course. I told her I had had a great time and hoped we would meet sometime during the rest of the week. She said she enjoyed it, too, but said she was committed for dinner that night with a hospital manager and a couple of the other "big guys". Wednesday was grueling. The doors to the exhibition floor opened at 10:00am and the work really began for us. You had to be on your feet, working the crowd all the time. The level of technical expertise varied greatly among the attendees and you never knew when some PhD. was going to appear and need info for some research paper he was doing. However, let me say something about conventions like this: There are really only two kinds of people who come to these things: (1)Men and (2) women. During the working hours, these people are professional (mostly) and are touring the booths for truly informative reasons. However, when the hospitality suits open, new agendas emerge. There is so much energy and sexual tension, you can cut it with a knife. An old friend of mine called it "he'un and she'un." You get the drift. These people work under a lot of stress and responsibility. When they get a chance to cut loose in an anonymous environment, they act like their names changed to "John Doe and Mary Smith." Plenty of the people are looking to hook up for a short relationship and some risqué excitement. It is best described by that "What happens here, stays here" mode of thinking. The displays and demonstration session ended at 6:00 and we were all mentally wound-up from the constant stress of the presentations that we did. A bunch of us were going to the bar as soon as possible to sooth the pain in our feet and legs. Bonnie said she was going up to her room to ditch the heels and make some calls and would meet us down there. There were five of us that went to the bar and pounded down about three Stoly's pretty quickly. We decided that we'd better get to dinner before we fell over so we chowed down in the hotel and then went back into the lounge for an after dinner toddy or two. The place was starting to fill up and at 9:00, a one-man electronic band started. He was actually pretty good. The technology of how they do all that track-over music amazes me but he had a good voice and he wasn't playing elevator music. Pretty soon people were up and dancing so I grabbed Bonnie's hand and said to "Get up and get with it." Even though the lounge was a "target rich environment", the other three guys said they were going up to the hospitality suites for some free booze. We just laughed and went back out on the dance floor and were having a great time with each other. We had talked about our jobs, people we knew, our families and kids; all that kind of stuff. I had always thought she was a real ball buster from the reputation she had but, I think she was just trying to do a good job. Now that I'd gotten to know her from golf and down here in the bar, she was funny, ironic and, after 3 hours of drinking, looking very good. We had been dancing and drinking on and off as the music continued. This set was "oldies but goodies" and we jumped up and started doing the bump, the twist and some of the other outrageous moves that luckily didn't draw too much attention. Then he started playing a slow song and we just naturally came together and danced. I pulled her a little closer because I liked the feel of holding her and it gave me the opportunity to enjoy the sensation of her body. This was the first time I had really touched her and it was one of those "light bulb goes on" moments. The dance ended but then he started playing another slow song and this time when I pulled her to me, I put both my hands on her waist so she had no place to put her hands but up on my shoulders. She didn't resist and rested her head on my shoulder and held me firmly. This felt good and I confess that she started giving me a hard-on. I know she felt it, too. I was a little nervous because I know that relationships in the office can be a flaming disaster but I was living in the moment and since she didn't push away from me, I started having a fantasy that featured her. We had danced our way over to a corner of the floor and as I held her, I put my nose in her hair and inhaled. I put my lips right on her ear and said: "You smell wonderful." I guess she was very sensitive because she just shivered a little and said something like: "Ummm." Now I could feel her nipples pushing through her Oxford cloth shirt. I knew that I had pushed some kind of button with her and I wanted more. I was feeling pretty daring but I knew there was a high "risk-reward" component. In her position, she could crush me like a bug if she felt like I treated her badly. The devil in me was winning the battle...I pulled my head back from her neck like I was going to say something to her but when she looked at me, I brushed her lips with mine and then watched to see what she would do. She looked stunned that I would do something crazy like that and acted like she was trying to say something to me but nothing came out, so I kissed her again; a little more firmly and I pulled her a little closer. When she kinda kissed me back I felt like Superman. I kissed her an third and fourth time and her response was stronger with each kiss. I said I wanted to do some more of this but here was not the place. She was hesitant but finally nodded her head so we went over to our deserted table and got our things and headed for the elevator. I was buzzing at what was happening here! I was headed up to my room with a woman who was both arousing as hell and intimidating, too. I could tell she had some reservations about this escapade and I was not going to press her to go any further than she wanted. I just hoped I was going to be charming, persuasive and up to the task of making this worth her while. I was already beyond my wildest dream; This was crazy wonderful. When we got to my room I didn't turn on the light because the room was filled with the neon glow of the Miami skyline. We took off our jackets and she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I think she was trying to re-group and think about the situation she was getting herself into. I did not sit on the bed or anything as obvious as that; I was on the couch pretending to be looking out the window at the skyline. When she came back and sat down next to me and I knew that I was going to be kissing this wonderful woman and hoped I was bringing my "A-game." If she was nervous, she didn't show it. I put my arm around and said something like: "Where were we?" Then we both moved our heads and savored that first REALLY naughty kiss in a compromising setting. We started necking and pretty soon I ran my right hand down her side and pulled her thigh and leg closer to me. I held my hand there on her leg and then started stroking it up and down from behind her knee to as high as I dared up her thigh and closer to her butt. On one of those trips I risked going all the way up until my fingers slipped under her high-cut panties and I was holding her butt and pulling it even closer to me. As she moved onto me, I let my hand trail down her crack until I think I was right at the tip of her pussy . This made her squirm and clench her ass together like she didn't want me to do it so I moved my hand back up but still held onto to her ass. A minute or two later I did it again; my fingers moved up over the smooth skin of her muscular butt and then another light trip down her crack to her warming pussy area. This time she didn't squirm so much and didn't clench up. I moved my fingers a little in that hot patch of skin. I could feel wetness and I pushed just the tips of two fingers in that crease. I thought that going any further just now would be pushing too fast, so I moved my hand around to the front of her thigh and nudged it a little to get some access to her front. She moved a little voluntarily and I nudged a little more until I was able to run my thumb up her inner thigh and up to where I could feel her underwear starting. There was no way I was going to just grab her pussy now but the thought if it was setting me on fire. She began un-buttoning my shirt, which really surprised me with her boldness and I saw it as a go-ahead with my activities which I was beginning to think of as foreplay to real sex. In my wildest dreams this didn't happen. Especially with this woman, but here I was, moving my hand up her side to gently cup her breast. I just held it to see what would happen but she had her hand inside my shirt and was rubbing her fingers through my hair and playing with my nipples. I don't particularly like that but I wasn't going to stop her now and it was actually making them hard and sensitive. I was just skimming my finger tips over the front of her shirt and she didn't stop me. At any time she could have blown the whistle on this but I think she was going to let this go a little further. I started un-doing her shirt and then pulled it mostly out of her skirt so that I could palm her tits and begin to tease her nipples like she was doing to mine. Her nips were hard and pushing out through this very thin bra she had on. I don't know what it was made out of but it wasn't a padded or push-up bra. The cups were made out of a single layer of something that felt like silk and formed a pouch that her big tits completely filled. I pulled on those nipples, left and right. That was great but I wanted some real skin contact so I said to her: "Please, take it off." She only needed one hand to un-snap the front of the bra but she just left it hanging there over her breasts. I guess she was still hiding them a little but when I didn't immediately start sucking on them, she pushed my head down from her neck and guided me. I got the message and started licking the nipples gently. I had my hand on her breast all the way at her chest. I gently pinched the base of her breast and then pulled it toward the nipple. This was pushing all the blood to the end of her tit and I knew it would make those nipples even harder and more sensitive. Maybe that wasn't fair but I wanted to give her every reason to let me go on. Her breasts were very sensitive and I continued to alternate my kissing, milking and sucking between her neck, ears and each breast. I took as much of her right tit into my mouth as I could cram and applied a lot of suction to it. Then I started whipping her nipple back and forth with my tongue. She moaned and I think she had an orgasm just from that! I kept that up and went over to the other breast for the same treatment. At some point her hand wasn't on my chest any more and she had dropped it into my lap. I don't know if she meant to or not, but she was touching my dick. I had been careful not to be shoving it at her all the time we were making out. I was still in that "no pressure" mode but when she caressed my cock and moved her hand a little back and forth I was feeling like I wanted to rip off my slacks and really give her something to get hold of. But I didn't. Instead I went back to work on her thighs and crotch. This time when I ran my thumb down her inner thigh she moved her butt a little and eased her legs apart a little more. I trailed my fingers down her inner thigh and then brought them back, prying her legs apart as I did it. She let me higher and I was now touching her panties. Oh, how I wanted to rip those off and chew her pussy but I felt like there was a bigger payoff if I could be patient. Besides, I was having the time of my life. I ran my fingers up and down the fabric covering her cunt. I could feel that she was getting wet and she would squirm or wiggle when I started letting my fingers creep into her crack. I really didn't try to diddle her clit now, but when I'd breeze over it, she would push her pelvis up as if trying to get more contact. I started playing with her pussy lips. I'd take each one between my thumb and finger and pull it out and rub my fingers together. I'd tease each lip and then pinch them both together and then rub them against each other. She was pushing up onto my hand and moaning into my mouth and really jacking my dick through my pants. I finally reached all the way up under her skirt and snagged the top of her panties and started pulling them down. She could have stopped this major move but she raised her ass up off the couch and help me wiggle them over her butt and down onto the floor. Now I had total access to her married pussy and I was going to savor every moment of this. I started again running my fingers from the bottom of her slit to the top, not penetrating more than part of one knuckle. She was wet and slick and with each slide up and down, I was getting into her deeper until I finally slid a finger all the into her pussy. I started working it in and out and I curled the tip of my finger to rub deep inside her. She was focusing on my finger and was barely rubbing my cock anymore. I pulled out of her and slid up to her clit, which totally set her off again. I rubbed her clit only a few times when she stiffened, held her breath and then came powerfully. I kept gently rubbing up and down her slit while she calmed down. She eventually reached over and tried to un-buckle my belt but was having difficulty getting that done with just one hand. I stood us both up to make it easier. She got my pants off, just letting them fall to the floor while I stepped out of them. I ran my hands up under her shirt and worked the material, including her bra, over her shoulders. Then I pulled her close to me and reach around behind her to unbutton her skirt. It joined her panties on the floor. We were standing there hugging and exploring each others bodies with our hands and tongues. I still had my boxers on until she ran her hands down my back and got her fingers under the elastic. The started pulling them down over my ass. My hard-on was raging and I thought she would maybe suck it for me. Instead, her wrapped her hands around it and slowly, oh so slowly, jacked me back and forth while kissing me deep and long. It was very sexy and I honestly could have come right them just from the mental fucking she was giving me. I couldn't take this any longer, so I walked her over to the bed and got on first. I pulled her up on top of me so she could be in charge and do whatever she wanted without me pressuring her. She crawled on top of me and seemed to be thinking about something but then started kissing me again. My dick was pinned between us and the pressure on it was getting a little uncomfortable. It was dripping pre-cum on our bellies, which was kinda sexy but I really wanted to let it taste some amazing married pussy. Steve's Story Ch. 02 My name is Steve and this is part 2 of my story. Last night I spent the entire night with an amazing woman named Bonnie, who also happen to be several pay grades over me in the corporation we work for. We had "accidental sex" ...we hadn't really met before this convention and certainly had no plans for an affair. But it happened. It was my fault. We were slow dancing and I took it upon myself to kiss her. She had kissed me back and, as they say, one thing lead to another. I took her back to my room for some more kissing which lead to off- the-chart sex for the rest of the night. Now, it is the next day and I have to work with her. I don't know what is going to happen. We're both married but obviously found each other attractive, at least for the last 24 hours. My guts are all knotted up because she can make my business life hell if she felt I had been anything less than truthful or honest. The exhibition has re-opened with about 2,000 attendees flooding the arena and working their way into our large booth. I've seen Bonnie a few times this morning but she hardly acknowledged me, which has made me even more edgy. About 11:30 I was standing with some of the other guys when she came over to me and said: "Steve, I'd like to talk to you about Grayson Labs." I knew something was up because Grayson Lab is not a problem account. She said to meet her over in the little café area in 15 minutes. "Sure," I said. I got a note pad and headed over to the tabled area to wait for her. She got there, sat down, opened her notebook and just looked at me for a minute. I matched her gaze and tried to read what was going on behind those blue eyes. I got nothing. Aware that we were in full view of our own booth, she was giving nothing away. Finally, she said: "What was last night? What were you thinking?" I'm not sure what I expected but these were certainly simple, direct questions. I'm sure her bullshit detector was set to "high" but that didn't matter because I wouldn't consider lying to her about anything. I hesitated to just blurt something out because I wanted to get this right. I took a deep breath and started: "Bonnie, I'm usually not surprised by much but, last night was unexpected and unlikely and you...you were an even a bigger surprise. I never expected to meet someone like you who, just by being yourself, totally whacked me. All I've thought of since I met you on Sunday was what you must be like; what you liked to do; where you liked to go; what you liked to eat. And, what you must feel like if I got to touch you." I waited. Then I said: "What happened last night was accidental and I can only plead insanity...that I was crazy for kissing you and letting anything get started. I'm not going to say 'I'm sorry' because I'm not. Last night was wonderful beyond my wildest imagination." "Period." I was watching her as carefully as I could, trying to absorb any nuance or look or twitch from her that would let me know what she was thinking. Again, I got nothing. Finally, I said: "OK, how do YOU feel?" She pursed her lips, sat up a little straighter, put both her hands on the table and edged her chair a little closer to me. "How do I feel? How do I feel? Is that the question?" "Let me tell you." I thought, "Oh shit, she is going to kill me here in front of everyone." Then her eyes sparkled a little and she leaned forward closer to me. She said: "I have whisker burn on my both sides of my neck. My lips are still puffy. My breasts are covered with little marks and my nipples are burning. PLUS, my legs hurt so much I don't think I'll walk again AND my inner thighs feel like they've been sandpapered! If I could ignore the cum that is still dripping out of me, I'd be fine. That is how I feel!" she hissed. She was gleaming now and sat back in her chair for me to digest this information. I was giddy and so relieved. I tried not to smile and to look serious for the benefit of those 3 guys that had been watching us from the booth. I said: "Ummm, I'm glad I could do my part." She stuck the tip of her tongue out at me and slid it from side to side and then slowly let it back into her mouth. Oooooobaby....... "Where do we go from here?" I said. She wrote something in her note book and then closed it and said: "Well, first we go back to work. And then you take me to dinner." We finished the day on the exhibit floor but I have no idea what happened that afternoon. I was "not focused", which would be an understatement. As Bonnie passed me on the way back to her hotel room she said she was going to take a long hot bath and try to "heal up" to be "fun" later. We left the hotel separately and met in a café not too far away and then took a cab together to Montey's in the Grove. Dinner was great. The music and atmosphere was fun and the view of the ocean and my date was absolutely memorable. We didn't exactly act like an old married couple but we did have a certain level of comfort. The conversation came easily but there was an under current of tension and innuendo. We were both escaping from other lives, at least for another evening. We also knew where this was going and I think we were getting a little anxious to get our hands on each other again. I know I was. Dinner was over and I said: "Would you like another drink?" She just said: "No, you don't have to get me drunk. I'm as easy as I'm going to get." I said I doubted if she had ever been "easy." "Cheap, then?" she said. I gave her an exaggerated up and down inspection and said: "Never cheap." "What then?" I picked up her hand and kissed her finger tips. "Exciting and tempting beyond words." She smiled that smile that hooked a few days ago and said to "take her away from here." Mindful that the hotel could be full of people that knew both of us, I dropped her off first and had the cab go around the block and then drop me off. I tried not to run across the lobby to get to her room and barely made it to the elevators with my clothes still on. I got to her room and knocked on the door. She had kicked off her sandals and was on the phone when she let me in. She quietly handed me a Stoly on the rocks and kept talking into the phone and said "...it was room service." I slipped off my shoes and padded over to her. She finished her call and took my hand to led me out to the balcony which was overlooking Biscayne Bay. It was beautiful to see all the lights of Miami reflected on the water. It seemed you could see all the way to Bimini. There were a lot boats out on the water and you could see four of the gambling liners out just beyond the two mile limit. She was standing by the railing of the balcony and I stood behind her and put my arms around her waist. We just stood there, not talking. There were a million things going through my mind as I hugged her. This was our last few hours together—maybe forever, or maybe I would get to see her again. I don't know how she was feeling about those prospects. What I did know was the "here and now." She was here and I wanted to kiss her NOW. I drew my head back and used my tongue to just barely lick up the back of her neck. She immediately squealed and said I was giving her goose bumps. I did it again and I could see the bumps coming up on her arms. I moved my hands up her rib cage until they were covering her breasts. As I nibbled on her neck and ear I could feel her nipples starting to pop out. I started pulling on them and then pinched and twisted them which made her roll her head back onto my shoulder and give a satisfied moan. I knew how sensitive her breasts and nips were from last night so I kept working on them for another couple of minutes. Then I pulled my hands to her back and ran them down her spine to her butt. I knelt behind her and moved my hands down to the back of her bare legs. God, those things felt wonderful; they were hard and firm and so smooth they felt like they had been polished. I ran my hands up under her skirt to her ass then around to the front of her thighs and back down to her knees. Then I repeated the process a few times until I sent my hands up under her panties in the back then let my fingers trail around to her mound in the front. She gave a little gasp when I did that and I drug the tips of my fingers down over her pussy as far as they would go. She was loving this and made a little move to push her pussy towards my roaming hands. I just continued to rub her mound without penetrating it. This was frustrating her, I think because she started to rub her hips together and was moving them back and forth for more contact. I told her to turn around but she hesitated and said: "We're out here on the balcony! What do you think you're going to do?" She actually sounded alarmed. I said I was going to something I hoped she had never had done before. I said: " I was going to lick her pussy out here on the balcony of the Omni." She may have not heard all of that very distinctly because I had already put my head under her skirt and was starting to pull off her panties. I had her pressed up against the balcony wall and was working her panties down her legs while she was allegedly protesting. She didn't stop me and finally nervously stepped out of them while trying to look in all directions at the same time. I started licking my way up her thighs which sure got her attention. I know it must have looked funny with my head under there, but once I was able to get my tongue on her slit and slide it in and out a few times she started wriggling. I got a taste of her cunt and there was no stopping me. It was wonderful for me and she was starting to get wet on her own. It is interesting that even though she had been vocally protesting the idea of a pussy licking in public, she was holding herself with one hand on the railing and was now using the other hand to hold up the front of her skirt and pull my hair to guide my head around the places she wanted me to be. I had one hand on her left butt cheek and was pulling her closer to me. My right hand was between her legs and I actually lifted her leg up onto my shoulder so I could get deeper into her pussy. It was so erotic to have her trying to be discrete while I was licking and sucking on her cunt out where we could be seen. With her leg over my shoulder I was able to drill my tongue well into her hole and then drag it up to her clit. I started sucking on her labia and rolling them around with my mouth. After only a little bit of this she really pulled my hair up to her clit and then started mashing her hips into me. I took my right hand and traced her butt crack down to the beginning of her pussy and began to work a finger into her very wet hole. She gave a quick inhale as I sank first one finger and then two into her. I could barely see her face over the bunched-up skirt but I saw that she was totally into the orgasm that was coming over her. Her cunt was getting a complete work out. My fingers were deep inside her and my tongue was lashing the rest of her slit. Bonnie was dripping from her juices and my spit as she started to tremble and then tense up. The foot that was draped over my back was now thumping into me like she was riding a horse. Her hips were cocked out and my face was shiny from my chin to my nose. As I locked onto her clit and applied some suction she went over the top and gasped something like: "Ohhhhhhhgggggggoooooooooodohgodohgodooooooooooo." She quit moving and froze in that position for about ten seconds before she started to breathe again. I slowly let her leg down so she could brace herself against the rail and stood up facing her. She said: "Come here." I moved closer and she held my face with both her hands and said: "Thank you. A hundred times thank you." Then she started licking my face to get her come off of me. Midway through that cleaning I stopped her and started kissing her with true passion and tenderness. I was way beyond "OK" with having her come on my face. I loved it. It tasted great and smelled even better. She finally stopped and she put her hands on my chest and looked at me. She got that sly, sexy look and said that she wanted to do something for me that she hoped I hadn't ever done before...... "Oh?" I cleverly said. "What would that be?" She said: "What's fair is fair. I'm going to give you a blow job out on the balcony of the Omni, just like you did for me!" I thought about arguing the semantics of comparing eating pussy with a "blow job" but I really didn't care that much about what she was going to call it as long as she did it. With that she started on my pants and wasn't content to just pull down the zipper. She un-did my belt, popped the button open and shoved pants and boxers to the ground in a single move. My rigid dick had already been jumping around inside my slacks so when she turned it loose it popped out at her like a spring toy. It was my turn to be a little nervous. Before when I had my head under her skirt you really couldn't see what I was doing; you could guess or imagine but you couldn't actually see my tongue going in and out of her pussy. Now, I was standing on the balcony, naked from the waist down with my cock sticking straight out. There would be no need to guess what was going on. She knew my cock from the night before but it had been pretty dark in the room. She got down on one knee and softly took hold of it. But instead of just sticking in her mouth she took a couple of moments to look it over. She swung it from side to side and up and down. The she slowly jacked the skin up over the head and back. When she brought her lips close to the throbbing head I closed my eyes because watching her was going to make my blow my wad in about two seconds. I was surprised when she didn't start sucking. Instead she rubbed it on her cheeks and over her lips before finally taking her tongue and tasting my dick with some small licks. She kept rubbing the head over her lips and licking the pre-cum pearls that kept forming. When she opened her mouth a little and slid my dickhead in, I gasped a little and put a hand on her head. She was using her tongue under the head like a snake; she'd wrap it around the shaft and then pull it back. My cock was stiffer than a truck spring and I almost lost it when she took her other hand and began rolling my balls around. I was way too excited for this to last any longer, and as much as I wanted her to finish the job I said: "Now, lets do something else neither of us has done before." I pulled her up to me and I guided her over to the chaise lounge that was outside next to the balcony door. I think earlier in the evening she would have resisted the obvious suggestion that I was making but now we were both so hot that I had barely gotten onto the lounge chair when she threw a leg over me and started to position my pulsing cock in her pussy. Her skirt covered us up. She had one hand on my chest and was using the other one to try to get my dick started into her squishy cunt. When she got the head of my cock centered she let herself down enough to let it pop into her. As it did, she let out a little gasp and stopped. That pussy was so hot and wet it felt like liquid fire. The fit was snug but there didn't seem to be any resistance as my cock entered her. She had booth feet on the deck so she could control the speed of the penetration. My hands were on her thighs as she let herself down another couple of inches and tried to pause to get used to the size again. Her fist was still around my cock keeping it from bending and now she gotten enough inside her she had to move her hand. I was watching her as she tried to control the decent; her eyes were closed, her brows were knitted together and her mouth had formed a little "o." I could feel her thighs starting to tremble and then they just gave out and she dropped completely down onto my dick. It was about all that was supporting her now and I could feel my cockhead hitting something at the top of her cunt. She was truly sitting on me with my cock completely stuffed up into her married pussy. When I twitched my dick, she would squeeze it back with her pussy muscles. That was fun but I could see she was starting to concentrate on the back and forth motion that gotten her to come so quickly last night. All I had to do was to hold her hips and help her rock them. This rubbed her clit directly and within a minute she was clawing at my chest and hissing at me trying to breathe. Last night she came so quickly that I didn't get a chance to fuck her properly in that position. Tonight, I pulled her down onto my chest and then started ripping my cock in and out of her. I wanted us to come at the same time if that was possible. I knew she was close so I doubled my speed and could feel my nuts starting to tighten up again. After the blow job she had given me, I was ready to come. Her eyes were glazing over and I could tell my dick was hitting all the right places. The head of my cock was starting to swell and the rim was becoming even more sensitive. She tried to raise her self up a little with her arms but I was slamming into her so hard she was starting to look like a bobble-head. Her tits were still in her bra but they were bouncing up and down all over the place. Her head and hair was flying around and then she started with a deep moan from her chest: "OhhhhfucccckkmeeeeeohfuckmeeeeeeeeeoooooooooOOOOOOOOOO!" and then she was cumming like crazy. That was all I needed and I turned loose a geyser into her pussy. I could feel it racing up the inside of my dick and fire out the tip. Her pussy got even hotter and was clenching my cock like a hot glove. I kept sliding in and out even as she collapsed onto my chest. I could feel the come and her juice leaking out on to me when I finally gave up and just laid there with her. This hadn't been "love making". This was FUCKING. It was raw and wild and hard. Just about perfect, I think. After a little bit, she purred. No shit. I completely understood what she meant because it was how I felt, too. I said we could probably do better if we were in a bed someplace but she said there was no way it could have been better. My ego exploded at that point. I hugged her hard and meant it. We eventually did go inside, got naked, showered slowly and got into bed. It felt so natural. Sleep, however, eluded me. Bonnie had thrown a leg over me and casually draped her arm across my chest. This put one of those rather large, bare tits onto my bare chest. How was I going to ignore that? Her leg had sorta pinned my cock against my thigh and I knew it was HER leg that was rubbing on it. Her lips were somewhere around my collar bone and I could feel her breathing on me. It was only a matter of time before my dick started to try to move. Bonnie was asleep but not in a coma. I almost felt guilty about waking her but I couldn't resist the temptation to tease the nipple that was on my chest...it was just too close and too inviting. With my left hand I just touched it and circled around it. I put some spit on my finger tip and made the nipple wet. Then I blew on it to make to stick out more. As that pink tip started sticking out I gently took it and slightly twisted and pulled on it. It stuck out some more. Bonnie started stirring a little as I knew this stimulation was finally getting to her brain. Almost as a unit she rolled off of me and I rolled towards her so I could get my mouth on her tits again. She smelled wonderful after our shower. I propped myself up on an elbow and began licking her nipple with the tip of my tongue. This brought a smile to her face even though her eyes were still closed. She rolled a little my way so I could get at both her tits more easily. As I was laying there with her breast in my mouth I was just struck at these extraordinary circumstances. It was so arousing to think about how amazing this tit felt and tasted and I tried to focus on how to take this woman with me over the moon.