5 comments/ 70127 views/ 4 favorites Sweet Sunflower Ch. 01 By: Heironymous This story is dedicated to Sunflwr52, and was inspired by her three-part series, "Hubby Gets His Wish", published here in Literotica. ----------------------------------------------- I just fucked Sunflower. Sunflower just fucked me. Now I'm propped up on fluffy pillows, resting against the padded headboard of the bed in a King Suite at the Marriot Town Center Hotel in Charleston, West Virginia. I am naked. My breathing is returning to normal from the excitement and exertion of fucking Sunflower. My right hand holds a fresh, cold glass of Makers Mark, on ice. That hand is cold. My left hand gently strokes the perfect, pendulous breasts of Sunflower. That hand is warm. She, too, is naked. Sunflower is a woman in the full blossom of her life. She lies back, easily, hair splayed across my naked, exposed lap, still gasping for air from the thorough fucking she's just had. Her hair tickles my now flaccid, post-coital cock. Her naked body is stretched comfortably on the king-sized bed, knees up; her legs are spread wide open. I am aware of having one hand so cold from the ice-filled glass and the other so warm from her breasts. I gaze down past the sun-bleached hairs on the back of my hand and take in Sunflower's exposed body as I take a small sip of my Bourbon. My fingers caress Sunflower's dark brown nipples; I feel them harden suddenly. It makes my cock twitch, and I feel my balls tighten. I gaze across the top of her head; her darkened hair, down the length of her tummy, stopping to marvel at the perfect 'O' made by her belly button. I gaze past her suntanned tummy, see the patch of short curlies trimmed above her pussy, and watch as Sunflower's husband, Robby, bobs his head up and down as he laps at her cunt and sucks my cum out of her. I feel the tickle again in my cock, and I marvel as it fills with blood, rises, and gets hard again so soon. My cock hardens even more as I tease her nipple between my fingers. I feel Sunflower's body tense as she cums from the combination of my attention to her breasts and her husband's oral ministrations to her cream-filled pussy. Sunflower turns her head up and kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth and holding it there as she continues her long orgasm. I push her husband's head away from her pussy easily, spilling my drink across his chest, and mount her. She grabs my hard cock, lines it up to her sopping cunt, and pulls me into her in one long, cum-and-saliva lubricated thrust. "Fuck me," she says out loud. She looks directly at her husband, his face smeared with our collective juices, his eyes glazed over and far away. She turns back to me and looks me in my eyes. "Fuck me hard." I look over and see Robby stroking his cock as I pound mine in and out of his wife. I look back at Sunflower and her eyes are closed, concentrating on the big man-cock pumping in and out of her. "Fuck me harder," Sunflower says, and I feel her pussy clench my hard cock as she starts cumming again. I feel it pulsate with each spasm of her body-wrenching orgasm. She opens her eyes suddenly, looking beseechingly into mine, and I let loose another load into her as my body shudders with the strength of my orgasm. She holds me tightly as I pump the last bit of my man-juice deep inside her. We hear Robby gasp as he squirts onto the hotel carpet. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I met Anne, who I later came to know as Sunflower, quite by accident, or so I thought. I had been walking my dog and had stopped on a park bench to rest. Anne came walking by, and stopped to admire my canine companion. "Oh, what a cute dog! What's his name?" she asked as the dog sat for her and wagged his tail. "Well his full name is Rimbaud," I said. "But I just call him Rowdy." "Good boy, Rowdy!" she said as she bent down and petted him. I took the opportunity to check her out. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse, looking like she might be on a break from work. Nice figure, nice face, nice hair, nice rack. About the same age as me. "What is he?" she asked as Rowdy tried to lick her face. "Part Jack Russell and part Beagle, near as I can tell. He's a great dog. Smart as a whip." We continued the small talk, and soon Anne was sitting on the bench next to me. We went through the normal "getting to know you" chat. Names, workplaces, hometowns; the usual stuff. As we talked, I felt a bit of a spark between us. "So are you just out walking your dog?" she asked. "Yeah, I try to get him out every day. He gets nutty if he doesn't get exercise." "Well, there's a little place to get coffee nearby with an outdoor patio," she said. "I could use some coffee. Want to join me?" I smiled. "Sure. That would be nice." We walked together and continued to talk. When we got to the coffee joint, she said, "You and Rowdy stay out here, I'll get the coffee. What's your fave?" I thought about telling her I like my coffee just like my ex-wife.....hot and bitter. Instead I replied, "Just black". "You don't want a latte?" She smiled a cute smile. "Ok, get me what you're having," I told her, and she disappeared inside. As Rowdy and I were getting settled at a table, a fellow walked into the store and I could see him talking to my new friend through the large windows. Boy, she really is friendly, I thought to myself. Soon she came out with two coffees...mocha lattes. We got right back to chatting as we drank our coffee. I offered to pay her for my coffee, but she wouldn't hear of it. "There's something I have to tell you," she said. "Ok," I replied. "Shoot." "I'm married." She looked at me closely. "Why do you feel you have to tell me that." I asked, somewhat confused. "Because don't you feel the spark between us?" she asked. Things were moving fast. "Well, actually, yes. I was, er, am feeling it, especially now that you mention it." I saw her glance to the side and realized the man she had been talking to in the store was sitting at a table nearby. Was she checking him out?? "Well before we went any further, I wanted you to know I'm married. But it's not a problem." She glanced again at the mystery man. "How about you?" she asked. "Are you married?" "Was," was my reply. "Not now. It's just me and Rowdy." "But it's not a problem," she said, and blushed deep red. I instantly jumped on the opportunity to move the conversation closer to sex when I realized why she was blushing. "Not a problem for what?" I asked and smiled. "Not a problem if we, uh, got together." She looked quickly at the man and then down at the table, still blushing. I could almost feel the heat coming from her face. "Is that something you'd like?" I asked. "Us getting together?" "Um, yeah," she said. "I thought you were cute when I saw you at the park. That's why I stopped to talk to you." "And what about your husband. Why is it not a problem that you're married?" My curiosity was getting the better of me. "It's complicated," she said. "Do you live near here?" "Yeah, about three blocks. Wanna come play over at my house?" She blushed again. "Uh huh," she said. "I'd like that a lot." She blushed a deep crimson. My cock filled with blood in a rush. "By the way," I said. My name is John." Rowdy wagged his tail. ------------------------------------------------------------- When we got to my house I put Rowdy in the fenced back yard and let Anne in through the door to the kitchen. The minute the door was closed she moved towards me. She leaned into me, her hands clutched at her breast. I could feel her shaking, and though I was tempted to put my arms around her, something told me to resist at that moment. I let a quick awkward moment pass as she realized that her first move had not been responded to. She pulled away from me and looked away. She was clearly nervous, not knowing where to look or what to do. I let another moment pass. "Let's go in the living room," I said, and walked past her through the doorway. She followed. "Have a seat, Anne," I told her once we got into the living room. She looked around and sat on the leather couch. I took an easy chair across from her. She still didn't know where to look. "So what are you doing here?" I asked her. "Do you normally pick guys up at the park?" "No", she replied, and then paused. "I've thought about it before, but could never go through with it. I thought you were really good looking, and with your dog, it was easy for me to talk to you." "So you don't just go around picking guys up and going over to their houses?" I needed some reassurance that this wasn't just another day for the town slut, and I wasn't just another notch on her belt. "No, I never have." She finally looked up and caught my eye. "Could you come over here and sit next to me on the couch? I'd feel a lot more comfortable." I went over and sat next to her on the couch, and she immediately threw herself at me. Reassured, I embraced her, and our mouths met for our first electric kiss. As we kissed, her mouth opened and I gently moved my tongue between her lips. She responded by sucking it in, and I felt the passion in our embrace increase. I laid her down on the couch, not breaking the kiss, and began to let my hand roam over her body. Her breasts were large, and felt firm under my hand. I could feel her nipples poking through the material of her bra. She felt like a caged tigress in my arms, passionate, writhing, responding to my touch. I felt her hand down at my crotch, trying to find my cock. It was hard as a rock, but out of position, still pointing sideways, contained by my tight jeans. It was uncomfortable. When she finally found it with her hand, I felt her body tighten and she audibly gasped. She began stroking it through my pants. I slid my hand down her belly until it was below the hem of her skirt, and then slid it up her nylon-clad leg towards her pussy. As I got my hand up the inside of her thigh, the nylon ended, and I could feel the garter holding them up. I slid my hand a little higher, and my hand met her bare, unclad cunt. I could feel the soft fur as she moaned and opened her legs wider, allowing my hand better access. She was still rubbing my cock through my pants and it was feeling fantastic. I ran my fingers up the side of her pussy, lightly caressing her vulva. I let my hand move closer to the center and immediately felt her wetness. Silky juice coated my fingers as I continued to explore the outside of her cunt. She sucked on my tongue as we kissed, her hand working non-stop on my throbbing dick. I began running my fingers up the length of her slit, stopping to lightly rub her clit with each stroke. She responded by moving her hips in time to my ministrations. I plunged a finger into her wet pussy, probing for a moment, and then pulling it out and began to work circles around her clit. Her body went electric as she writhed and bucked against my hand. I felt her hand stop rubbing my rock hard cock and realized that she was unbuttoning her blouse. She quickly went through each button, top to bottom, then used both hands to pull her blouse open. Wasting no time, she unclasped her bra, letting her generous breasts fall out. Still fingering her cunt, I started licking and sucking her breasts, going back and forth from nipple to nipple. I felt them harden as I sucked and nibbled. My cock was getting more and more uncomfortable being pressed to the side by my tight jeans. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, whipped my shirt over my head, and dropped my pants and boxer shorts. My stiff boner bounced up and down in the cool air. She lay on the couch with her blouse wide open, revealing her full breasts, her eyes riveted on my hard cock. She reached for it, grabbed it, and pulled me towards her. As I moved a step towards the couch, she sat up. I moved my cock up to her face and she kissed the tip very lightly. Stroking her hand up slowly and down my long shaft, she began sucking on the head of my dick, running her tongue down the underside each time her hand hit the base. Her spit was flowing all over my cock as she worked her hand and tongue in perfect harmony. I put my hands on her shoulders as her head worked against my crotch, and I felt the muscles in the front of my thighs start to tense as the sensations she was giving me in my cock intensified. I realized I was about to cum, and pushed her face away from my dick. "Stand up," I commanded her. She stood up. I pulled the blouse off her arms, then took the open bra off her. I reached around and unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down to her feet. She stepped out of it. I took a step back and stood gazing at her in nothing but her thigh-high stockings, garter belt, and black pumps. She was beautiful, and my hard cock was sticking straight out, pointing directly at her wet pussy. The nipples of her full breasts were rock hard and pointing back at me. She started to close the gap, moving towards me. I put my hand out. I had a thought; the deep recesses of my mind had spoken to me, disproving the myth that a man only has enough blood to rule one head at a time. "Stop," I said. She whimpered and pushed against my hand. "Stop for a moment," I said again. I held my hand against her chest, maintaining the distance between us. "Stop and answer me: will it hurt your husband if I fuck you now? I've been hurt by this, and I don't want to be the cause of that kind of pain for any man." "No," she cried out, sounding desperate. "He wants me to do it." She looked away from me. "He likes it when I fuck other men." That was enough for me. With no thought or analysis of what she had just said, I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her body melted into me as the kiss intensified. I pushed her down on the couch and quickly moved my head between her legs. She put one leg over the back of the couch and let her other foot fall to the ground opening her pussy to my face. I dove in and licked her pussy bottom to top, top to bottom. Her love nectar tasted so sweet as I found her center and plunged my tongue into her, pulled it out, and thrust it in again, rubbing the tip of my nose against her clit. She pushed her pussy against my face. I looked up at her as I continued to please her pussy with my tongue and saw that she was caressing her own breasts as I licked and sucked her pussy and clit. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and she quickly removed her hands from her breasts and looked away, as if she was a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. What is up with this woman? I thought to myself. I met her two hours ago, and here she is naked on my couch, but she can't even look me in the eye. "Turn over", I said. "What?" was her reply as she stopped moving her pelvis against my face. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked her. "Yes!" she answered without hesitation. "But not back there." "I'm not going to do it back there," I laughed. "I'm going to do it from behind. My thought was if she couldn't look me in the eye, I'd let her face away from me. She rolled over on the couch, and I hovered over her, my weight on my knees and hands. "Spread your legs," I told her. She spread her legs, and I lowered myself until my lower stomach was against her round butt. "Reach under and put it in," I told her. She raised her butt up and reached under herself. I put my cock between her legs, and she found it with her hand. "Put it up to your opening," I told her. She pulled on it, and I followed her hand until the tip found her wetness. I gave a small push, and I felt the tip enter her. She gasped. I pushed ever so slightly and felt the entire head slide in with a pop. She moaned. I pushed softly again, and the entire length slipped into her sopping wet cunt until my pelvic bone was pressed against her anus. She gave a long groan as I held my hard cock deep within her. I slowly pulled back and when I was about half way out, thrust it back in to the hilt. She cried out in ecstasy. I felt her shift her ass up, changing the angle so I could slip in even deeper. I pulled back out and gave her another thrust, which she met with a movement that put me all the way into the deepest part of her vagina. I pulled back again and started a rhythm, in and out, in and out. With each thrust in, she matched my rhythm, pushing back against me and gasping out loud. "Yeah, baby," I said. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock." She just said, "Oh!" and changed her gasping to "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," as I began ramming my cock into her. I held myself up as if I were at the top of a pushup, and slowed the pace. Each time I would push myself slowly all the way in, she would emit an "Oh!" with an exhalation of air. I slowed still more until I was slowly sliding the entire length of my shaft in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. With each push from me, she pushed back, raising her pelvis off the couch, trying to get every inch of my cock in her. "Do you like it like this, baby?" I asked as I slid it all the way in? "Yes," she cried. "Yes! I like it!" I began to pick up the pace, each piston stroke coming a little faster than the one before. "Do you want me to cum in you, baby?" I asked. Do you want me to shoot my load in you? I'm fixed, baby. I'm fixed...no babies. Do you want me to cum in you?" I was ready to pull out, because I was about to shoot off about a week's worth of cum. "Yes!" she almost screamed. "Cum in me. Fill me up!" That was all it took; I straightened my legs, let my chest fall against her back, and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum up her thrashing, wet pussy. It was one of the strongest orgasms I'd had in a long time. I lay on top of her for a moment and waited for the movement of her pelvis to stop. She still slowly ground her pussy against my cock as it deflated. When she finally stopped, I got up and knelt next to the couch. After a moment, she turned her head towards me, and I leaned in for a kiss. It was a gentle kiss...a safe kiss. "I've gotta go," she said. "What?" I asked. "Why so soon?" "I've just gotta go. Gotta get back." I was totally confused by this woman. She got up, and reaching for her handbag, pulled out a pair of pale blue panties and slid them on. She stood and found the rest of her clothes and quickly put them on. "So, you're just going to fuck and run?" I asked with a smile. "Yeah, I have to, sorry," she said. "But that was really great." "Are we going to do that again?" I asked? "I hope so," she replied and gave me a self-conscious smile. "How do I get hold of you?" I pulled on my boxers and moved towards my desk. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, I handed them to her. "Do you want to give me your number? She took the pen and paper and wrote down her number. "Only call me during the day," she said. "This is my cell phone and I have it at work with me." She came over and handed me the pen and paper, and stood on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. "I've really got to go," she said. "Ok, " I responded. I walked her to the door. "Call me," she said as she opened the door and exited. "I will, " I answered. "I will soon." There was something about this woman that really intrigued me. The door closed and I watched through the window as she strode down the cement walkway in my front yard, turning right when she reached the sidewalk. Just then, a light colored sedan pulled away from the curb at the house to the left of me. It caught up to her as she passed the house to the right of mine and pulled over. Anne walked over, opened the door and got into the car. I couldn't see who was driving, but remembering what she had said when I asked about her husband, I guessed that it was him. The car pulled slowly away. Sweet Sunflower Ch. 01 "Hmmm," I thought to myself. "The plot thickens." I looked down to the paper I still held in my hand, and saw the name "Sunflower" with a ten-digit phone number next to it. Below it was a small heart. "Hmmm," I said out loud. I went to the back of the house to let Rowdy in. ---------------------------- Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for Parts 2 & 3, cumming soon!!! I answer all email and comments, and as always...don't forget to vote!! -Heironymous Sweet Sunflower Ch. 02 Sunflower had just left my house, and after letting my dog, Rowdy, back in, I grabbed a beer, sat down at my desk and began mentally reviewing what had just happened, searching for the sense in it. We met in the park, she admiring my dog, then went to get coffee. She was conversing privately with another man while standing in line, then kept glancing at him while we drank our coffee on the patio. We went back to my place, she blurted out that her husband likes her to fuck other men, we had some really good sex, she slips on panties she wasn't wearing when I undressed her, then left right away. A car pulls over and she climbs right in. I suspect it was her husband. A few other things strike me as I mull this all over. She was both very nervous and sexually aggressive. She initiated the meeting, she initiated the conversation moving towards sex, she initiated the first physical contact, but then was very passive to my telling her what to do during sex. She didn't orgasm, and didn't seem to be in any particular hurry to do so when I ate her or when I fucked her. I thought this over for a while, and without coming to any firm conclusions, suspected that there was more to her husband wanting her to fuck other men than was meeting my eye. I suspect they were in on this together; that he had urged her to find a man to fuck, and then somehow was getting off on her doing it. Not my thing but, hey, I'm not about to judge anybody's sexual proclivities. Soon, having drunk both a mocha latte and a beer, I had to pee. I got up, went to the bathroom, then returned to my desk and thought I should get a little work done. I work out of my home as a marketing consultant, having sold my small advertising firm after my divorce. It gives me a lot of freedom; I can play all day and work all night if I choose to. Before I got to work, I looked down to where Rowdy was curled up at my feet. "Rowdy," I said. "We're going to call this Sunflower tomorrow and see if we can get to the bottom of this. I also knew I wanted to have sex with her again. I wanted to explore every inch of her body, I wanted to feel her lips around my cock again, and I wanted to taste the sweet honey that was between her legs. Her breasts were about perfect, her mouth so kissable, her pussy so warm and inviting that I wanted to feel my hardness slip into it again. She had woken up the sleeping beast within me. Since my divorce I had been near celibate, fearing involvement with any woman who might hurt me again. I had almost cut myself off from sex or thinking about sex, but here was a golden opportunity. A woman who was married, who wouldn't ask more from me emotionally than I could give, but who was beautiful, lusty, and seemingly available. "Yes, Monsieur Rimbaud, we'll call Sunflower in the morning." I got to work. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning was busy: up at 7 a.m., feed Rowdy, make breakfast for myself, shower, shave, and clean up the kitchen. I had a conference call with a client at 8:30, and got in an hour or so of work on his account before I finally decided to call Sunflower around 10 o'clock. I dialed the number she had written down, hoping it was a real number and not just a fake she had given me in order to make a clean getaway. "Hello." Her voice was unmistakable. "Hello, Sunflower," I said, figuring that would identify me immediately. "Oh, hi!" she said enthusiastically. "I was hoping you'd call today." "Well, here I am. I was thinking I'd like to see you again." I figured there was no use beating around her bush. "I'm at work right now," was her immediate response. "But I have a lunch break at noon and I brought enough for two. Do you want to meet me at the same bench where we met yesterday? We can have lunch and talk." "Sure," I said. "I'll bring Rowdy, too." I tried to work after that, but realized I was really just killing time until I met with Anne, or Sunflower, as I had begun to think of her. I piddled around the house until about a quarter to 12, then began my walk to the park. I got there before her, and walked Rowdy around the park until I saw her coming up the flower-lined walkway leading to "our" bench. She looked beautiful in a dress that clung to the curves of her body. It was white with a blue flowery pattern, and she had it unbuttoned at the top, revealing her ample cleavage. She had a basket on her arm. "Ahoy, there!" she said when she saw me. I waved back at her, and started towards her. In the meantime, she sat down on the bench and started unloading the basket. I approached, and saw that she had made small sandwiches with cheese and crackers. She even had brought sparkling water with small plastic cups. I sat down and we began eating, chatting amiably about the weather and other neutral subjects. I finally decided it was time to break the ice. "So I thought yesterday was pretty fantastic," I said as an opener. "Me, too," she said, averting her eyes. "It was a pretty amazing day." "But you said something that kind of piqued my curiosity," I continued. "You said your husband likes you to fuck other men. What's up with that?" "I don't know," she said. "I had an affair a while back with a guy who used to come into the store where I work. I had married young, and had never been with another man. I told my husband, Robby, about it before we actually had intercourse. We had been kissing and doing some heavy petting, but hadn't actually 'done it' yet. I figured Robby would be mad and might even divorce me, but instead he urged me to go ahead with the affair. He even told me I should go all the way with Sam." She stopped, took a bite of her sandwich and a sip of water, then continued. "So I met Sam at his house, and we had sex. It was really good, and really exciting, and when I got home and told my husband, he was more excited than I had seen him in a long time. He even went down on me and gave me a bunch of orgasms. He was as hard as a rock, and I could tell he was excited by me fucking Sam." "How many times did you see Sam after that?" I asked. "I saw him a few more times, and every time it was the same thing. Robby would lick me afterwards and be really excited and give me orgasms like I had never had. It was, like, really exciting to him, which made it really exciting to me, plus I really liked getting screwed by Sam. But then Sam moved away." "Did you cum with Sam?" I asked. I had been curious as to her not even getting close to orgasm the day before, even though I had been doing my level best. "No, I can only cum with my husband," was her quick reply. She looked away again. "Well, we'll have to see about that," I said, and reached over and put my hand on her knee. "So anyway, we've been talking about it every time we have sex since Sam moved away," she continued. "How exciting it was, and Robby always wants me to tell him what it was like when Sam would screw me. So we started fantasizing about me doing it again with another man." "And that's where I came in," I said, taking a bite of my own sandwich. "Yeah," she said. "We had watched you, and..." "What?" I stopped her. "You and your husband were watching me?" "Yeah," she repeated. "You walk your dog every day at the same time, and we saw you at the park. Robby asked me if you appealed to me, and I told him I thought you were really cute, and that I could definitely sleep with you. So then every time we'd have sex, we would fantasize about you doing all kinds of things to me. " "Wow," I laughed. "And I had no idea the two of you were using me to get yourselves off." She laughed, and for the first time I felt her guard go down. She had a pretty smile. "We had some really hot times talking about you while we did it," she laughed again. "And little by little we started hatching the plan where I'd bump into you in the park and seduce you. I actually was in the park about six times before we actually met. I couldn't get up my nerve." "And the guy sitting near us at the coffee shop, and the guy who picked you up in the car was your husband, right?" It was all coming together now. "Yes," she said. He was there so I was safe, plus he wanted to watch you think you had picked me up." She looked up at me. "It was a lot better with you than I even imagined. Better than with Sam." Then she looked down. I took her chin in my hand, and turned her eyes toward me. "You don't need to be embarrassed. It's o.k. It doesn't upset me. I'm alright with it." I let go of her chin and she held my gaze." "So tell me what happened when he picked you up when you left my house." "He asked me if we had done it. When I told him we had, he reached over and felt my panties to see if they were wet, and....." "Wait," I interrupted. "I noticed that you put on panties afterwards, but you weren't wearing any when we got undressed. Why was that?" "It was to hold your sperm in me, so it wouldn't run down my legs and we wouldn't lose it all." She started to look away, but quickly looked back in my eyes. "He wanted it in me so he could feel it." "Wow," I said. "Yeah," she said. "And when he felt how gooey my panties were, he reached under the side and felt your cum in me. Then he brought it up to his nose and smelled it, then he put his fingers in his mouth and licked it all off. " "Phew," was the only answer I could muster after hearing that. "And when we got home, he took me right to the bedroom and took off all my clothes except my panties and laid me down on the bed and started kissing my tits. He was so worked up he was almost hurting them with his sucking and biting. He kissed me on the outside of the crotch of my wet panties, and licked them. Then he reached in my panties and felt how messy I was and it made him come. He just shot off on the bed. I hadn't even touched him." I realized I had been holding my sandwich in mid-air, listening with rapt attention as she told me her tale. "Well, I got upset, because I thought he was going to screw me and make me cum. That was how we had planned it; after we got home, he'd screw me and give me at least one orgasm, probably more. I told him I had done it for him, and now he wasn't going to be able to live up to his part of the bargain." She continued with no urging from me. "But he told me it would be alright, that he had taken a Viagra, and he would be able to get it up again soon. Whenever he took a Viagra, he was like a seventeen year old boy again with his ability to keep it hard. So I told him I needed something right now, because I was hot, so he went down to the foot of the bed, and pulled the panties off me. I could feel your cum leaking out of me, down my butt, and Robby put the crotch of my panties up to his face and took a deep whiff of the smell of my juice and your cum." "Wow," I said again. "So he really likes that." "Yeah," she answered, but quickly went on. "He really gets off on that. He spread my legs, and then started licking all around my crotch, licking up the cum leaking out of me. Then he started in on my....my...." I could see her embarrassedly searching for the right word. "Your pussy," I filled in for her. "Yeah, he started licking my pussy. And he really dove into it, and then started licking my clit. When he put a finger in me, I came right away. I was just so turned on from having just had sex with you, and then with Robby eating me out and cleaning your cum out of me, it made me just have the longest orgasm. I came for a long time...maybe even more than once, I don't know, because it just kind of all blurred into one. I was so turned on." Speaking of turned on, I realized that my cock was now at full attention. I had worn loose shorts after my experience yesterday, and my crotch was tenting out. "So then after my orgasm subsided I licked Robby's dick to get it hard again. When it got hard, I laid back on the bed and spread my legs for him so he could screw me. While he was screwing me I came again. After he came, I told him I had to get up and take a shower, but he told me to wait until later, he wanted to fuck me again after dinner with all the goo in me. So I made dinner, and then we fucked again, and I came again really hard thinking about you fucking me instead of Robby." By this time I was so turned on I think I could have just shot off like her husband had. "Let's go back to my place," I told her, not knowing how I could stand up with a big tent in my pants. "I can't right now. I have to go back to work." She started packing up the remnants of our lunch after glancing at her watch. "Wow, I guess I'm going to have to take care of myself, then, after hearing that story." I wasn't kidding, either. "Don't," she said quietly. "Save it for me after work. I get off at 5, and I'll come right over after work." Rowdy barked his approval. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The afternoon passed slowly as I anticipated our rendezvous that evening. I got a bottle of wine at the store and loaf of French bread. As the entire scene played over and over in my head, there was one thing bothering me, although I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I took Rowdy for his walk and laughed to myself that I was "late" today because of my meeting with Sunflower. I hadn't realized I was that predictable. I guess they played me pretty well, although in this case I didn't think there was anything wrong with getting played. I tried to work, but my mind was too busy digesting all I had heard at lunch. I tried to figure out what would cause a guy to get turned on by his wife fucking another guy, and why he'd get off on cleaning up the messy aftermath. I did remember that even though I was devastated when I learned my wife had been having an affair, there had been moments within the grief where the thought of my wife having wild and passionate sex turned me on. It wasn't about the other guy, though, it was about her being so passionate; just like she had been with me in the beginning, but had not been for so long. Maybe that was it. As I turned it over in my mind, I finally realized what was bothering me. He had just fucked her last night, and here she was coming over less than 24 hours later to have sex with me. It may turn him on, but it didn't do anything for me. I prefer my pussy fresh and sweet.....and unused recently, unless by me. I'd have to figure something out on that. As my thoughts gathered, I also realized that this was perfect for me. I could see her from time to time, get my sexual needs filled, but she would always go back to her husband, and I would be at no risk of a broken heart. It would be to my advantage to feed their fantasy and keep this going. 5:15 finally came and so, too, would I very soon. Sunflower knocked at my front door, and I let her in. I offered her wine, which she accepted, and took the bread and a brick of Brie cheese that I had in the refrigerator out to the living room. I handed her the wine, and she immediately came into my arms, being careful not to spill on the carpet. She began to kiss and nuzzle at my neck, putting her free hand around my back. "Hold on, Tiger," I told her. "Let's at least say hello first." I motioned to the couch, and she sat down, with me plopping myself down next to her. I took some bread and spread the soft cheese on it and handed it to her. "The story you told me today really turned me on," I told her. "Me, too," she responded. "I've been squishy all day." That made me laugh. "Well, I have had to make myself keep my hands away from certain parts of my body all afternoon," I laughed. "You told me you wanted me to save it all for you. And for your husband, I guess." She took a sip of her wine and looked at me over the rim of my glass. "You're really okay with that, aren't you" she asked. "I'm perfectly okay with it," I answered. "I can't quite figure it out, but it works fine from my end. There is something that bothers me, though." She looked alarmed. "What?" she asked immediately. "The fact that now you've got his cum in you from fucking last night. It may turn him on, but it bothers me. I'll work around it for tonight, but in the future, if I want to go down on you, I don't want to be wondering if I'm drinking some other guys cum." "Do you want me to stop letting him fuck me?" she asked. The question threw me, not just because I hadn't considered it, but because she seemed so willing to do it. It also might derail my perfect situation...her husband being her first priority, leaving me safe. "No, I don't want that. It seems like that's a big part of this whole thing for him and you. Besides, isn't he the only one that can make you cum?" I laughed to let her know I was just kidding around. "But I do want him to use a rubber every time. Every time, no exceptions." "Oh, we'll have to stop on the way home to pick some up. We haven't had any around the house since I started using The Ring." This indicated a couple of things to me. First, that they were driving home together, by the use of the word 'we'. Second, that they were planning a replay of yesterday afternoon when she got home from me tonight. "And that means he wears one even if you blow him. I don't want to kiss you thinking his dick might have been in your mouth a couple of hours ago. I can fuck you tonight with the remnants of last night, but I don't want to after this." She was nodding her head as I told her all this. "I washed really well last night, and even kind of douched as well as I could this morning, hoping we might get together again today," she told me. That was good news. And I won't let his bare dick touch me anywhere. Not even my hand." With that, she put down her wine glass and moved her hand over to my lap. "I'll only let my bare hand touch your dick." She unzipped my fly and pulled out my hard cock. I was so turned on that her caress felt like fire on my stiff member. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and she dabbed at it with her thumb, then used it as lubricant as she stroked me. She leaned in for a kiss, and our lips met with the passionate burning need we had been feeling all afternoon. She took more pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock and spread it by stroking the entire length of my shaft, up and down. She broke our kiss. "You have a very nice penis," she said as our lips parted. "You mean a nice cock," I said. "Yes, you have a nice cock." She paused for a second. "A very nice cock," she said again, and giggled. "I'm a good girl, and good girls don't usually use the word cock. But I like saying it. You have a beautiful cock. A thick cock. A long cock. I really, really like your cock." "Well, I really like your cunt," I said in response. "You have a very beautiful cunt. A warm cunt. A wet cunt." She kept stroking my beautiful, thick, long, cock as she leaned in for another even more passionate kiss. I reached under her dress and ran my hand up and down the insides of her thighs. Our tongues were lashing at each other, and it was a wonderful, soulful kiss, but I ended it and whispered in her ear, "Suck my cock." She unbuttoned the top of my shorts and pulled them off me. Kneeling on the floor between my legs, she took my hard cock in her mouth and started kissing, licking, and sucking it with great fervor. Her hand was working the shaft as she sucked the head into her mouth. I reached down and started unbuttoning her dress as she kissed the tip and worked her spit-lubricated hand up and down my shaft with a turning motion. I wanted at those bulbous breasts of hers. I wanted to feel her hard, brown nipples in my hands, wanted to kiss them and suck on them. I put my hands on either side of her head and pulled her off my dick. I finished unbuttoning her dress, and she stood and pulled it off, revealing that again she wore only a garter belt and thigh high stockings, and black pumps with a 3-inch heel. No bra, no panties. I pulled my shirt over my head. Sweet Sunflower Ch. 02 I laid her down on the couch and started kissing her breasts. She ran her fingers through my hair as I went back and forth between her nipples, gently caressing them with my tongue, kissing them, and lightly sucking on them. I moved my hand down her stomach, and ran it over her pubic hair, pausing to rub her curly patch lightly. Still sucking and kissing her breasts, I moved my hand down to her wet, furry pussy. She was soaking wet, just flooded with juices. I started tracing circles around her clit. "If you hadn't been with your husband last night, I'd eat your pussy right now and prove to you that can come with someone other than your husband," I said as I continued to run my hand lightly up and down her wet slit, pausing to pay attention to her clit each time I got to the top. "I think I might be able to come if you keep doing what you're doing," she panted. I really want to come. Keep kissing my breasts and rub my clit." I returned to her breasts with my mouth. They were so big, and so natural, and so perfectly shaped, with pert, brown nipples that were hard like little pebbles. I pulled the hood of her clit up with my thumb and worked her clit with my middle finger. Every once in a while I would move my finger down and plunge it into the depths of her wet pussy, but would quickly return to her clit. She began moaning and moving her hips in time to my hand, pressing up each time I ran my middle finger into her wet hole. "God," she cried out. "Oh, oh, oh." I quickened the pace of my finger on her clit, and just as I felt her about to reach her climax, plunged two fingers into her cunt. She grabbed my head as the full force of the orgasm hit her, squeezing her legs together. For the first time, I felt the contractions of her muscles as she came around my fingers, pulsing with each wave of her climax. I worked them gently in and out as her orgasm subsided, and placed my hand gently over her vagina as she came back down to earth. "That was so intense!" she said as she caught her breath. "That was the first orgasm I ever had other than one I've given myself or my husband has given me. God, that was fantastic." She pulled my head up, and gave me a passionate kiss. After a moment, she broke the kiss and pushed me back. Her head went right to my lap, and she started sucking and stroking my cock in earnest. I could feel her rubbing her wet pussy against my leg as she worked my cock into a frenzy. I lost track of exactly what she was doing, the sensations were coming at me so fast. "Give me your cum!" she cried as my legs shot out, and the orgasm hit me like a freight train. She pulled her mouth away, and I shot jet after jet of hot, white sperm into the air as she continued to stroke and milk my cock. "Fuck," I said. It was the only word that occurred to me at that moment. "Fuck, that felt good." My vocabulary and ability to put words together was returning. Sunflower slowly stroked my cock as my excitement ebbed. Then she stood and grabbed her glass of wine. She bent over and poured a bit in my belly button, then lapped it up. "Mmmm, very good," she said. "Except for the belly button lint!" I laughed and sat up. "But I'm a bad girl," she continued. "I know, and I like it when you're a bad girl saying the work, 'cock'," I answered her. "No...well, that too......but I'm a bad girl because I didn't get your sperm in me." "It's not too late," I told her. "Give me about a half hour, and I'll bet you can get some of my cum for your husband." "Yeah, he likes your cum. I like your cock." She was starting to get into this talking dirty. I didn't mind. I got up and went over to put some music on my iPod. I chose a playlist I had made that afternoon just for tonight. "More wine?" I asked her. "I can have one more glass, but that's all," she said. I have to work tomorrow, and I haven't had dinner yet." I got her another glass, and emptied the rest of the bottle into mine, and returned to the living room. She was sitting, still naked, on the couch, legs pulled up. I could see her cute little pussy peering out at the tops of her thighs. I sat down across from her and admired the view. She didn't seem as shy as she had in the past. Something dawned on me, and I said it right away. "I'd also like you to shave your pussy for me." I swear I saw it twitch when I said that. "I can do that," she purred. "I've shaved it before, but my husband likes a little bush down there. Guess he'll have to get used to having it bare for a while." "Don't shave it all. Just your pussy lips, and leave a little tiny patch at the top, above your clit. I like a little fur at the top, but I like bare lips when I lick it. And keep it shaved close so my tongue doesn't get sore from the sandpaper." She spread her legs open. "Do you mean you want me to shave it here and here?" she asked as she ran her fingers up one side of her pussy and down the other. It looked like an open flower, and I could see the moisture glistening on her inner lips. I would really have liked to have gone down on her right there and then, but the thought of her husband's dick having just been in there stopped me dead in my tracks. "Yeah," I said. Shave it on both sides, and trim that patch up top." "And then will you kiss me right here?" she asked as she put the tip of her index finger on her clit. "And will you run your tongue up and down here?" She rubbed her fingers up and down her wet slit. I sat, transfixed, feeling my sexual energy returning. Her legs were spread wide open in front of me, her knees up, her pussy exposed. "Yes," I answered as she continued to smear her juices around her lips. "And will you stick your cock in here?" she asked as she plunged a finger into herself. My cock moved against my leg as it began to come back to life. "I'll give you the fucking of your life," I told her as I moved around the coffee table to get to her. She grabbed my rapidly filling cock as I got to her and brought it to full attention. She lay back on the couch, and pulled me towards her. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," I said. "I want you to fuck me," she answered. "What do you want me to fuck you with?" I asked. "With your cock," "And where do you want me to fuck you?" "In my pussy." So much for her shyness. We needed to get rid of that. I got on top of her and she took my now rock-hard cock in her hand and guided it up to her wet opening. "Fuck me," she whispered in my ear, and I plunged it in. She felt incredibly wonderful. Tight, wet, silky, and the way she moved her hips drove me wild. I plunged into her, not thinking about anything but the sensations I was feeling of her skin against mine, her body moving beneath me, and the feeling of running the length of my cock in and out of her. I plowed into her for what must have been ten minutes, just carried away by the moment. She was moaning and groaning and moving in time with me. I heard her ragged breathing increase in pace, and I started giving her everything I was worth. She clutched at my back and bucked against me as I drove towards an orgasm, blinded by the need I felt. Her body tensed as I got close, and as I pumped my first shot into her, she cried out as she came hard. I gushed squirt after squirt into her as her pussy clenched my cock, milking it and pulling every bit of my seed deep into her. She was crying out in short bursts with each squirt, and wrapped her legs tightly around mine as we slowly came back down to the real world. "I've never come that hard just from intercourse," she finally said. "That was incredible." "It was pretty damned good for me, too," I grinned. "But you know, what..." she said. "Your husband is waiting?" I asked. "Yeah," she answered. "Gotta go. I want to deliver it nice and fresh." And so she dressed and left, carefully keeping her legs closed, opening them only to put on her panties. I was drained, and she was going to hook the receptacle up to her husband's mouth. As soon as she left, I got a warm, wet cloth and cleaned my cum up from my leather couch and carpet. I looked at Rowdy, who had been sleeping in the corner all through the action. "Shower time, Rowdy." I said. "And I hope I can keep my hands off myself." She had me pretty worked up. Sweet Sunflower Ch. 03 Sunflower had come clean with me about her husband wanting her to fuck other men. I honestly didn't get it, but had been obliging him willingly for the past couple of days. Each time we had sex she would return to her husband, and give him what was probably the fucking of his life. Seems he gets off on sloppy seconds. I told her I didn't mind, so long as he always used a condom; I wanted to make sure I wasn't getting sloppy seconds, too. The setup was perfect for me; no commitment, no broken hearts. She started dropping by the house from time to time, usually calling in advance to see if I was free. We would have a wild fuck, always different, and then she would put on her panties, call her husband, and he would dutifully come pick her up in front of the house. I would often check in with her about her husband's use of a condom. "Is he still wearing a condom every time?" I would ask. She would always answer that yes, he always wore a condom when he fucked her, when she gave him oral, and even when she touched his cock. She even told me once she was feeling upset with him and she made him put on two. When he asked why, she told him she didn't want one to break and have his cock-skin touch her. I thought that was a little mean, but kind of funny. One afternoon she showed up in a nice work outfit with a bag from Bare Essentials, a local lingerie and adult toy store. It was in the same commercial and retail area that she worked in. She told me she had bought me a little present, and then coyly said she had bought herself one, too. She disappeared into the bathroom and when she emerged a few minutes later, she was dressed in the most amazing piece of skimpy lingerie I had ever seen. It was a pale blue, so sheer I could see right through it, including the skimpy matching panties, through which I could see the dark outline of the little patch of pubes above her pussy. One strap hung off her shoulder, exposing her brown nipple, erect in the cool air of the house. In her hand was a large vibrator, shaped like a cock. "Wanna play?" she asked. She sauntered on into the room, walking right up to me and pressed her breasts lightly against my chest. She looked up at me. "Feelin' horny tonight, mister? 'Cause if you're not, I can get you horny." She walked over to the couch and plopped herself down, leaning back into the cushions. She pulled the other strap off her shoulder and began to caress her tits. "Ooh, this feels so nice," she cooed. "My nipples are getting so hard." She started to pinch and pull at her nipples. "This feels so good it's making my pussy wet," she purred. She lightly kneaded her breasts, pushing them together, then running them through her hands until only the nipples remained between her fingers. "Ooh," she said as she pulled on her nipples. I walked over and sat down in the recliner across from the couch, happy to sit back and enjoy her show. She ran one hand down her tummy and spread her legs wide as she ran her fingers over the crotch of her panties. "Oooh, she's wet!" she said. "I can feel how wet she is through these panties." She pulled the panties aside and I could see her shaved lips gleaming with the moisture. She used one hand to hold the panties aside and started stroking her wet pussy the other. "Mmmmmm," she murmured. "Feels good." Her pussy was open, exposed. She reached over, grabbed the dildo, and started rubbing it up and down her wet slit. "Oh, my," she said. "This feels so good, and it isn't even turned on yet. Are you?" I smiled and nodded. "Getting there," I answered. She turned the vibrator on low, and held it up against her clit. "God, that feels good," she said in a low voice. "Mmmmmmm." Her eyes closed as the vibrator buzzed against her engorged clit. She began moving it up and down her pussy, stopping at her clit to let it buzz. I walked over to her. "Let me help you," I said, and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs and off her. But then, rather than do what she expected, I took the panties and went back and sat down again. "They were blocking my view," I said and smiled. Free of having to hold her panties back with one hand, she went back to using one hand to caress her breasts, which were hanging out of the lacy lingerie. She worked the vibrator against her clit, and slid it all the way up her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she began to quiver. I rubbed the wet crotch of her panties between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the thick fluid from her pussy on the silky material. She reached down and turned the vibrator up. One hand went back to her breasts, the other began to wield the vibrator with a passion. Holding it against her clit, she would cry out, then plunge it into the depths of her cunt. Out again, in again, then held against her clit. She was moaning and groaning, and at one point I thought she might be crying as she worked the vibrator in and out of her slick gash. Finally, she held it against her clit and let out a "Oh, Fuck" so loud that I thought the neighbors would think she was being hurt. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, her toes curling, her knees pulling up, her eyes closed, her face clenched. I got up, escorted her around to the back of the couch, bent her over the back of the couch, pulled my pants down, and rammed my cock up her cunt from behind. I didn't even try to hold back, I gave her about 10 thrusts and exploded into her pussy. First she cleaned me off with her tongue, then she licked the dildo clean. She called her husband, dressed, and waited with me in the living room for him to pick her up. When we heard the car she gave me a peck on the lips. "I left my teddy and my toy in the back of the linen cabinet in your bathroom," she cooed. "That way we can have them here to play with again." I watched her walk out to Robby's car and climb in. I waved through the open door, and she waved back. So we got into a sort of routine. She'd come over, we'd fuck, and Robby would pick her up. One Saturday afternoon Robby came to pick her up about 3:00. I would usually give her a kiss goodbye, then open the door, and watch as she got into the car. This time, I opened the door and walked out onto the porch when I heard him pull up. She followed me out, and I turned to her and gave her a kiss goodbye. Sensing what I was doing, she moved into my arms and returned a long, wet kiss full of tongue. We hugged and kissed for a moment, while Robby watched and waited, then I told her goodbye. As she walked towards the car, I waved at Robby and walked back into the house, closing the door. She called me as soon as she got home, which was rare. "Oh my God!" she said in a loud whisper. Robby must have been close by but out of earshot. "That got him so hot, he pulled over in the mall parking lot and he fucked me in the car in broad daylight!" I laughed and said, "Whatever floats your boat!" After that, it became a common occurrence for me to kiss her goodbye outside the door while her husband looked on. After about a month of this, Robby pulled up one day and got out of the car. He smiled and walked up the front walkway. "I guess it's about time we meet," he said, putting out his hand for me to shake. Well, I've got to tell you here, dear reader, that I wasn't quite sure how to handle that. I mean, I'm fucking the guy's wife, and he's smiling at me and holding out his hand as if we were best buddies. But I did reach out and take his hand, and smiled back. "John," I said. "I know," he answered with no hint of malice or embarrassment. "Nice to meet you. Well, I guess we're off!" he said chirpily, and together they went back down the walkway and got into the car and drove away. Odd, I thought. He seemed like a nice enough guy. About a week later, Anne called and told me she wanted me to fuck her in their bed. She told me that her husband actually enjoyed the humiliation of having Sam fuck her in their marital bed, and she thought he'd like it if I fucked her there, too. I told her I'd think about it. I really wasn't too sure I wanted the whole deal to be any different. She came to my house, we fucked, and she left. That was pretty simple, and I kind of wanted to keep it that way. She called me back the next day to ask me what I thought about it, and in spite of my misgivings, I told her I was up for it. "Good," she said. "I'll take Friday off, and Robby will be at work. Come on over at about 11." She gave me their address, and I was surprised that I was less than a mile away. I showed up at her house on Friday, but I really wasn't sure that Robby was gone. There were two cars in the driveway; the one he picked her up in, which was his, I figured. There was also an older model Toyota, which I figured must be hers. Hmmm. I came in and she seemed a little nervous. She was wearing a short sexy gown and nothing else. She offered me an iced tea from the pitcher she had on the coffee table, which I happily accepted. I sat on the couch, and she sat next to me, cuddling right into my side. We started making out, and I started rubbing her big tits through the gown. Her nipples got really hard, and I tweaked them with my fingers as we kissed. She started rubbing my cock through my pants, and I ran my hand down to her lap and pulled the hem of the gown up to her waist. I didn't waste any time starting to finger fuck her, getting her nice and hot. I leaned down and took one of her nipples in my mouth through the sheer fabric of the gown, still finger fucking her while I did it. I sucked on her tit and fingered her pussy for a while until she finally couldn't take it any more. "Let's go in the bedroom," she whispered. She got up, took me by the hand and led me down a short hallway to their bedroom. They had a queen-sized bed with a floral bedspread. A bedside table on each side, each adorned with pictures of her and Robby as a happily married couple. I noticed a tube of KY on one of them. Wonder what they used that for? I might have to explore that issue with her. As soon as we got into the bedroom, Sunflower opened my pants and pulled them off me, then my shirt. She got down on her knees at the side of the bed I was sitting on and took my engorged cock in her mouth. She stroked and sucked it for all she was worth, moaning and groaning while she did it, which was not what she usually did. She might tell me how much she liked sucking me, but she didn't moan and thrash her head around. It struck me that she was putting on a show. And if she was putting on a show, there must be an audience. I started looking around the room as she sucked on my cock, and sure enough, I saw the mini-cam on a book shelf across from the bed. She was positioned perfectly so the camera would get a nice picture of my cock going in and out of her mouth. I figured, "what the heck?" and started to put on a pretty good show of my own. If he wanted to see me fuck his wife, he was going to get an eyeful. I grabbed her hair and started working her head against my bone. "Suck my cock, baby. Suck it, yeah." After about 5 more minutes of her giving me the most excellent head, I pushed her face away from my cock and stood up. My thick 9 inches stood out proudly pointing up at about a 45 degree angle. I made sure Robby got a good look at the monster that had been pounding into his wife for the past couple of months. "Get on the bed," I told her. She didn't waste any time or movement, literally jumping onto the bed, and kneeling up on her knees. "Lay back, with your head over the side of the bed, here." I pointed to the side of the bed. She lay back, spreading her legs with her head dangling off the side of the bed. "Tell me what you want,' I commanded. "I want you to fuck my pussy," she said, and I swear she looked right at the camera. "You have to earn a good fuck," I told her. "First you have to make me come, and then you have to come yourself." I'd show Robby that I didn't need a Viagra pill to get me hard again in 30 minutes. "Suck my cock and make me come." I walked over and slapped her face gently with my cock. She reached up, grabbed it, and started licking it, her head in an upside down position. I let her go like that for about 5 minutes, but she wasn't going to be able to get the job done in that position. I told her to sit up. She sat on the edge of the bed, and I put my cock in her face. "Suck it," I commanded. She went crazy, spitting on the head, spreading her spit around, pumping my shaft, sucking the head into her mouth. "Keep that hand pumping while you suck me off, baby," I told her. I grabbed her head on each side and began fucking her face. "Oh, you nasty cunt," I said in a loud voice so the microphone would be sure to pick it up. "I'm gonna come in your mouth." I held her head in my hands as she tried to pull away and pumped a load into the back of her throat. She gagged at first, but soon swallowed once, twice, three times, and then started sucking on my cock again, trying to milk every bit of cum out of me. This was a first, but evidently it wasn't as bad as she thought it might be. In fact, I think she may begin to make a habit of it. She sure was hungry for my cum once she tasted it. After she had cleaned off my cock with her tongue, I pushed her back on the bed, still crosswise, and told her, "Scoot up." She scooted back until she was laying across the bed on her back, legs spread, shaved wet pussy pointed right at me. I put each of my hands on the inside of one of her knees and pushed her legs wider apart for the camera. I got down and started licking her pussy, feeling her juices really start to flow. I ran my tongue up and down her slickery, and told her to play with her tits. She started rubbing them and pulling on her nipples while I sucked and licked her shaved twat. She was moaning and moving her head side to side, and every once in a while, she'd say my name. "John. John. Eat my pussy, John. Lick my cunt, John." She wasn't going to get an Academy Award, I can tell you that. But it kind of worked for me. "What do you have that I can fuck you with while I eat you?" I asked her gruffly. "In the bedside table closest to you," she panted. I opened the drawer and pulled out a double-ended dildo. It was thinner than me, but a lot, lot longer. I went back to sucking on her clit and fed it into her pussy. She gasped as it slid all the way up to the back of her canal. I kept lashing at her clit with my tongue while I rammed the fake cock in and out of her. She was screaming by now, thrashing her hips up and down as she got fucked by the double-donger. It was everything I could do to keep my tongue working on her clit. Suddenly her pussy just got drenched. I don't mean wet. I don't mean sopping. I mean like someone just poured a bucket of WD-40 on it. She was leaking like a colander under a hot water tap. Her love juice was running down her ass, smearing on her legs, on my face, on the bedspread, and covering the dildo with it's slickness. It wasn't a moment later that she clenched her thighs around my head, and with a giant "Uggghhhhnnnnn....." and came with such force that I could feel the liquid hit my face. I continued to work the dildo slowly in and out of her until her spasms subsided. I told her to get up, and I lay down on their marriage bed with my head on the pillows and my feet towards the camera. My big turgid cock was sticking straight up in the air. "Ok, you've earned your fuck. Sit on my cock," I told her. "Just a second, honey, I have to go pee." She left the room and went into the adjacent bathroom, closing the door. I could hear her start to pee, and I looked towards the camera. "I'm about to fuck your wife, Robby, with my big fat cock. She's already told me that mine is bigger than yours, you know. I hope you enjoy me sticking my cock into your wife, and I hope you enjoy seeing how much she craves my cock." That oughta make him pull his cock out of his pants and maul it. I heard the toilet flush and Sunflower came out of the bathroom, climbed on the bed, straddling me, and started kissing me. She had the fresh taste of mouthwash and she had obviously cleaned up the mess between her legs. She leaned down and kissed me, her hair falling into my face. We kissed for a moment, and then she lowered herself onto my cock. She rubbed her pussy against it until the head found her opening. She was still wet enough for me to slide right in, and I slowly buried myself up to the hilt, knowing that the camera had a perfect shot of my cock sliding deep into her cunt. She started rocking on my cock, grinding her hips into me. "Who would you rather have fuck you?" I asked her. "Me or your husband?" "You, baby. Every time. I'd rather have you fuck me." "And do you make him wear a cock-cover when he fucks you?" I asked, making sure I was speaking loudly enough for the microphone to pick it up. "Every time, when I even let him fuck me anymore. I like fucking you." "Who's cum do you like to have in your pussy?" I was really going to make him squirm. "Your cum, baby. I liked it in my mouth, too. Mmmm, I wanted more." She kept rocking on my cock. I hoped the camera was getting a good shot of my thick shaft glistening with her juices every time she rocked up so she could drop back on it and have it plow up her cunt. I started playing with her tits, and then realizing that the camera couldn't pick that up, reached around and started squeezing her ass. I reached far enough around that I could tickle her rosebud. We had pretty much stayed away from any ass-play; I'm not really into that, but I thought it would be a good effect for the camera. I started teasing her puckered little hole with my fingers as she rode my cock up and down. She must have liked it, because her breathing got harder and she picked up her pace. I played with her ass for about 10 minutes while she rocked up and down on my cock, even sticking the very end of my pinky in it once or twice. She didn't complain, so I didn't stop. Not only did she not complain..from the loud sounds of ecstasy she was making, I think she quite liked it. I had endless staying power, having just blown a load a half hour before. I pushed her up and off me, and told her to get on her hands and knees with her head at the far side of the bed. She was turned perpendicular to the camera angle. I wanted the lens to be able to zoom in on my cock as it slid in and out of her. "Are you going to fuck me in the ass?" she asked, with just a bit of fear in her voice. "No, unless you want me to." I said. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" "If you want to, I will," she said. That was just enough. I didn't really want to fuck her ass, and she didn't really want me to, either. But she had told her husband that she would submit to me if I wanted it. "No, I'm going to fuck your wet pussy from behind, like a dog," I said, letting her off the hook. She raised her ass and spread her knees on the bed, exposing the puffy bare lips of her vagina to me. I got up on my knees and moved towards her, my glistening cock moving towards her waiting pussy. I grabbed my dick and put the head of it right up to her hole, which was still gaping open from the good fucking I had just given her. Putting one hand on each side of her ass, I pushed forward and pulled her back into me as I slid my cock all the way in. She shuddered and let out a long moan as it slid deeper and deeper into her. She put her head down on the bedspread and pushed her ass up in the air, and I slid in a little deeper. I pulled out and then slammed it back home. Holding each side of her ass, I started a steady rhythm of pumping my cock into her hot wet twat as I pulled her ass back to meet each thrust. She started playing with her tits, which had been making slapping sounds as they moved with the rhythm of our fucking. She was groaning loudly with each thrust, each groan a little louder and a little higher in pitch. Then I felt her pussy contract around my cock, and she started screaming out her ecstasy with each wave of her orgasm. She started chanting, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," with each thrust of my hard bone. She was going to be one sore girl tomorrow. Sweet Sunflower Ch. 03 I could feel my cock start to swell, and then I felt my balls tighten, and I knew the beginning of my orgasm wasn't far away. "Do you want me to come in you, baby?" I asked her. "Come in me!" she cried out. Fill me up with your cum!" "Here it comes, baby. Get ready, here comes my hot seed." With that I gave her one huge thrust to the very innermost part of her cunt, and a hot jet of white sperm hit the back wall and flooded into her. Never mind that I was fixed. I wanted her husband to feel like I was impregnating her with my cum. "Take my seed, baby, suck it into you, suck it up your cunt!" I pumped load after load into her until it started gushing out the sides of her cunt. I pulled my dick out and asked her, "Do you want him to come in right now and have a go with your freshly-fucked cunt?" "What do you mean?" she asked, startled. "I know he's here," I answered. "He's probably in some other room in front of a computer with his dong out, watching this whole thing. Do you want me to tell him to come in?" "Would it be okay?" she asked. "Sure," I said. "I've got nothing to hide, here." I looked at the camera. "Robby! Get in here." Not 5 seconds later, the door opened and Robby stood in the doorframe. "Get your rubber on, Robby," Sunflower said. He went over to the other bedside table and pulled out a wrapped condom. He never looked at me. "Take your pants down, Robby, don't be shy. Put the rubber on and you can fuck me right now, while his cum is still in me." Robby was in a daze, but sat on the edge of the bed, peeled down his sweatpants, and rolled the rubber onto his cock. It was smaller than mine, but not by much. As he stood, I could see that he was in such a state that he was shaking. Sunflower was laying on her back with her head on the pillows, casually lounging. I could see my cum leaking out of her pussy. Robby got up on the bed and started to climb on her. "Wait, Robby. Aren't you forgetting something?" Sunflower asked sternly. I leaned against a bureau, watching this bizarre scene unfold in front of me. "With him here?" was Robby's weak reply. "You know what you're supposed to do," Sunflower said. With that, Robby slid down to the foot of the bed, got his knees between her feet, and moved his head up between her legs. I swear I almost gagged when I saw him start to lick the insides of her thighs where our mixed juices had smeared. He methodically licked every inch of her, working his way up to her leaking cunt, which he placed his entire mouth on and started sucking and licking. So this is a cream pie, I thought. This guy likes the cream pie. I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I was finding it more fascinating than sickening now. "That's a good boy, Rob, Now you can fuck me," Sunflower said. Robby climbed on her, pushed his dick in her, grunted and thrust a few times, and shot his load. "Pull it out, carefully, Rob, so the rubber doesn't break," Sunflower told him. He pulled his dick out of her, got off the bed and went to the bathroom, where he rolled the condom off his dick and threw it in the toilet. When he came back in the room I said, "Hey, Robbie. Everything okay?" He looked at me for the first time since he had come in the room. "Yeah, sure," he said. "It's just, you know." I told him, "Everything's cool with me if it's cool with you." I wanted to reassure him. "Yeah, it's all good," he said, picked up his clothes and left the room. -------------------------------------------------- We began to include Rob (I didn't like calling him Robby) in our games from time to time. More and more I would go to her house, and we would make Rob stand outside the door and listen to us fuck. It bothered me a bit that the game had changed: now we were actually being kind of mean to Rob, and although he accepted it, and seemed to actually want it, it still rankled me a little. The most memorable experience from this era was when I invited some old buddies from work over to watch a Bowl game. I also invited Rob and he was introduced as a new friend of mine. There were five of us watching the game, and Sunflower showed up just before the game started with bags of groceries. I introduced her to the gang as a gal I was dating, and told them that she had brought the beer, snacks, and a little lunch. Sunflower started off fully clothed, but little by little as the game progressed, she unbuttoned buttons and shed clothes. By the second quarter, she was wearing a short skirt with no panties, and finding every excuse to bend over, showing off her shaved pussy to the guys. During half time she served us hot dogs and potato salad wearing only her see-through lingerie. During the third quarter, she sat in a chair near the T.V. with her legs spread open, masturbating herself with an oversized wiener from the lunch tray. The guys were getting hot and starting to make comments about how they wanted her to come over so they could feel her tits. Robby was almost shaking, he was so turned on by having his wife expose herself to these strange men. I got up and nodded at her and headed to the kitchen. She stopped her show and followed me. "Listen, I don't mind what you're doing, but you're getting these guys hot. You need to either stop now, or let it go to the next level," I advised. "Would you mind?" she asked. I've gotten myself awfully hot, too. Here, feel my pussy." She took my hand and brought it to her crotch. She was soaked. "I don't care what you do...just remember that if you put any of them in your mouth or let them fuck you, I won't touch you for at least three weeks. It's up to you, and it's fine with me, but just know that I'm not going to want to go right back to fucking you after you've had a bunch of strange cock in you." We went back in the room, and she started cleaning up some of the empties and dirty plates, making sure to bend over and let the boys see her pendulous breasts swinging through the sheer fabric. She looked at one of the guys and said, "Are you looking at my breasts?" "Yeah!" he retorted. "They're awesome! Are they real?" "They sure are, baby," she shot back as she walked over to him. "Check for yourself." She lifted the baby-doll over her head. Everyone started exclaiming over what perfect tits she had as she grabbed my buddy's hand and brought it up to her tits. He began rubbing them and squeezing them. "They're real alright," he reported to the crowd. Soon Sunflower was walking around the room, letting each of them in turn touch and fondle her breasts. After 15 minutes of this, she went into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil and 3 condoms. She sat down next to the first guy that had touched her breasts and unzipped his pants. We had all lost interest in the game by now. She told him to pull out his hard boner and opened one of the condoms, then unrolled it down his cock. "Play with my tits," she said as she squirted the baby oil in her hand. As he started mauling her tits, she started jerking off his condom-covered cock with the baby oil. He started to make a move for her cunt, but she grabbed his arm, stopping him, and said, "No, that's saved for John later." He blew his load in about 5 minutes, then she moved on to the next guy, and then the next. She jerked each of them off while they played with her tits, save for Rob and me. I looked over and saw Rob rubbing his cock through his trousers as he looked on, transfixed as his wife jerked off three guys in a row. By the time she finished off the third guy, the game was over, and she announced that everyone had to scram; she had some business to finish with me. She pointed at Robby. "You stay, though. I kind of like you." The other guys grumbled about why they didn't get to stay too, but were soon gone. I'd have trouble explaining all this later, but again, what the heck! After they left I fucked her twice, then Rob fucked her with his condom on. They didn't end up leaving until after 10:00. Something else began to eat at me during this period. It had started as her and her husband being a team, and I was the tool to enhance their sex life. But it all had changed. Now Sunflower craved sex with me, and we were the team, and Rob seemed to be the outsider. Although she still considered herself as belonging with Rob, she merely allowed him to satisfy himself after I had given her the pleasure she needed so much. I don't know what went on when I wasn't there, but I think she had pretty much taken firm control of the relationship. And I felt bad for Rob, because even though he had started it all, he was losing control of his wife, and their relationship was being damaged by her lust for me. It finally hit me why I was so uncomfortable. I realized that Sunflower was falling for me, and I felt bad about Rob because I, too, was falling for her. I couldn't do it anymore. I called Sunflower the next morning and asked her and Rob to come over to my house after work that evening. She told me she was still kind of sore from the night before, and I told her that I just wanted to talk. When they arrived that evening, I sat them both down and said, "This has to end." Robby jumped in immediately, and said, "Yeah, I agree. It's getting out of hand." Sunflower started to protest, which confirmed my decision. "No, Anne," I said. "It has to end. You and your husband come first, and it's not that way anymore. This isn't healthy for any of us." It was tough to say, but true. After more conversation, we finally got Sunflower to agree that the fun times had to come to an end. Then Robby spoke up. "I think we should have one last big fling, all three of us." I was surprised, because it had never been the three of us. It had been Anne and Rob, or it had been Sunflower and me. "I think we should have one night where we just let it all out, and then that will be it." Sunflower immediately jumped on the idea. "We could get a hotel room out of town! We could just go for one last decadent night!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- And so that's how I ended up with a cold glass of Maker's Mark on ice in my right hand, and Sunflower's warm breast in my left hand, and Robby squirting on the carpet (see Chapter 1 if you missed this). They had rented a King Suite at the Marriot Town Center Hotel in Charleston. I made the hour drive from home and knocked on the door, a bottle of Maker's in my left hand, my digital camera in my right. Sunflower, wearing nothing but a short sheer gown, her luscious breasts bursting the seams, let me in and gave me a big kiss. Then the fun started I had given Robby my digital camera and told him to take as many pictures as he wanted as the evening went on. I told him I would crop them and send the edited pictures to them as a keepsake of the night. After Rob squirted on the carpet, we all lay on the bed, reminiscing over the past few months and scrolling through the pictures he had taken earlier. They were pretty hot, actually. When I thought Robby had had enough time to recover, I gave Sunflower a long kiss, and a gentle squeeze of both her tits. Then, looking into her eyes, I told her there was something I wanted her to do for me. "Anything," was her reply. "I want you to lick Robby's cock," I told her. Robby reached for a condom. "No, Rob," I said. "No condom." Sunflower looked deep into my eyes, and she silently accepted that the end had come for us. She turned and put her head in Rob's lap and started licking and stroking his cock. When she had it nice and hard, I took a sip of my Maker's, and said, "Fuck her Rob. Fuck your wife. Fuck her like you own her." With that, Rob pushed Anne, my former Sunflower, onto her back, climbed on top of her, and ran his bare cock into her cunt. When I heard Anne come for the first time, I grabbed my clothes, my camera, and silently crept from the room, closing the door quietly behind me. ----------------------------------------------------------- Once I emailed the pictures of that night to them, it was the end of it. I often wondered about how they had fared. Were they able to hold it together, or had they continued their fantasy, perhaps with someone who had taken it a step further and had not been so careful with their relationship. Many years later, I got an email from Anne. She had written to tell me that she had been writing for an erotica website, and that she had written a three-part series about her relationship with Sam, the first man she had cuckolded her husband with. She sent me a link to the story, and I saw that she had included a picture on the website. In it, she was lounging on a bed in pale blue lingerie, one strap down, her big brown nipple exposed. She had aged a little, but her breasts were still spectacular. In her email she told me that Rob had taken the pictures, her way of telling me they were still together. She also asked me if it would be okay with me if she wrote another series about the time we had together. I wrote back and told her that it was up to Rob.