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The Affair Episode 01

By: tk5555



I have to give credit to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help with this story.

I'm not sure this belongs in Loving Wives, if it does not please let me know why ( and where it should be ). Comments and voting are appreciated. And now, on to the story. 

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Brad found himself staring at Sherry's tits again. He wondered if she had noticed. She had not shot him a disapproving glare, so either she was oblivious or did not care. Maybe she liked it. He had never looked at her as a sexual object before his wife mentioned her.

Sherry was a mutual friend of Brad and his wife Charlotte. Brad had met her at a meeting a few months earlier, and introduced her to his wife. The two women shared a few interests and quickly became friends. Their kids played together, and they alternated kid sitting. Brad and Charlotte would have Sam over when Sherry had a date. Alex and Tommy would go to Sherry's when Brad and Charlotte wanted a night out.

Sherry had larger breasts than Charlotte, which was part of the reason for the starring. Everything about Sherry was slightly larger. She was a few inches taller, her ass was at least a size bigger, and she had just a bit more of the belly pooch that seemed to be all the rage in the forty something set. Brad smirked. He knew Charlotte and Sherry both regarded it as a curse of getting older, but he liked it. Brad liked the way it felt when he ran his hand down Charlotte's body... It set them apart from the twenty-somethings at the gym with abs that looked like beef jerky. It was hardly the calamity that Sherry and Charlotte made it out to be...

The genesis of the staring was Charlotte. She had been encouraging Brad to find a fuck buddy. She did not want him to have an affair or a mistress. She wanted to satiate what she imagined his unsatisfied sexual desires were. For Brad sex was in his top three favorite things to do. For Charlotte it was somewhere in the top ten. For months Charlotte had been chiding him about finding an additional sex partner. At first he thought she was joking. After a few months he realized she might be serious. The concept was almost beyond his comprehension. He cherished his wife and enjoyed making love to her; he just wished it was a little more frequent. Brad had never been one for one night stands or casual sex. At his most outrageous he was serial monogamist. When Charlotte has suggested Sherry as a possible friend with benefits something clicked. It was finally real. Sherry was single, attractive and Brad felt comfortable around her. He just could not work up the nerve to say something to her. Brad watched her as she typed something into her computer. He had not been paying attention to the meeting; hopefully she was taking good notes.

The buzzing of his phone snapped Brad out of his daydream. He flipped it open to read the text message. It was from Sherry.

Take a Picture, it will last longer

Brad's face turned bright red. He was busted. He continued to stare at his phone. It buzzed again. It was another text from Sherry.

I did not say you had to stop

He almost dropped the phone when he read the message. Was she flirting with him? He still could not look up. His phone buzzed again.

Since you won't look up

The next message was a picture. It was Sherry's cleavage taken from the webcam built into her laptop. Brad felt his cock stir as he gazed at the poorly lit photo of Sherry's tits. He clumsily typed a reply.

Feeling a little frisky

The second he pressed send he regretted it. Drawing deep breath he looked up and looked at Sherry. She smiled at him. She no longer hunched over her computer she was sitting straight up with her shoulders back and chest out. Brad heard the word Adjourned and realized the meeting was over. The bulging erection in his shorts made him reluctant to stand. The other people were leaving, everyone except he and Sherry.

Sherry remained in her chair as the meeting broke up. The words stared back at her.

Feeling a little frisky

It was a true statement. She wondered if Brad was aroused or embarrassed. She felt both, but mostly the former. Two days ago she met Charlotte, who was both her friend and Brad's wife, for a few drinks after work. Before either of them had taken the first sip Charlotte had asked an outrageous question. It was a conversation Sherry had not been able to stop thinking about.

"Would you have sex with my husband?" Charlotte had asked.

"You mean if he came on to me in a bar, and he was not your husband? Without a doubt. At my age I'm more likely to be killed by terrorist than to meet a good man. Really, there are studies that prove it," Sherry had replied.

"No," Charlotte said.

"Do you mean no to the studies or no to him coming on to me?" Sherry asked.

"No to all of it. That study was proven false, no to Brad coming on to you and no to him not being my husband. If you and my husband Brad were in a room alone would you have sex with him?"

Sherry took a big swig of her drink before answering, "I would not do that to you."

Charlotte sipped her drink before speaking again, "What if I wanted you to? No consequences, it would be a freebie."

"Where is this coming from?" Sherry asked, trying to process what she had just heard.

"Brad never got around to sowing his wild oats, and I think he will regret it someday. There are some things I'm not ready to do for him, and there are some things I can't do for him. I am hoping you can help," Charlotte had explained.

"We are going to need a few more rounds to have this conversation," Sherry joked.

"No, this can't be something you agreed to because you were drunk. I need an honest answer."

"What can't you provide for him?" Sherry inquired.

"Bigger tits." Charlotte had answered flatly.

"I hate to break it to you, but mine are a little past the 'enjoy by 'date. They were spectacular when I was in my twenties, now, well, gravity won."

"I lost that same fight, and Brad seems just as satisfied now as he did when we first met. I have to say he is very enthusiastic about showing his appreciation. I have no doubt he would be just as impressed with what you have. Maybe more."

"Let's just say I can help you out with that. What is it you won't do?" Sherry asked.

"For one, swallow," Charlotte said making a bitter face.

"That bad?"

"Not really, but the taste and the feeling... I just don't like it. I've done it a few times and he really likes it. I feel bad because he has no problem going down on me, and he is really good at oral. I feel like I am cheating by not taking care of his desires. Is that a show stopper for you?"

"Not really, as long as... " Sherry's voice trailed off

"As long as what?" 

"I make them snowball," Sherry said with a grin, "if they won't agree to that, then I won't let them come in my mouth."

"I'm sorry, what is that?" Charlotte asked.

"After the guy comes in your mouth you spit it back into his mouth. Then he gives it back to me 

and I swallow it."

"Guys agree to that?"

"The good ones do," Sherry replied dreamily.

"I don't do it for every guy I go down on. God, I sound like such a slut. It really is not that many guys. If a guy wants it, and he agrees to my terms then I will suck him dry," Sherry explained.

"I can't believe guys agree to that, are the ones that do it freaks?"

"A few, but a lot of them are, well, considerate. They won't ask me to do something they won't do themselves."

"Has a guy ever, uh, swallowed?" Charlotte asked.

"Not yet."

"The feeling of it going down your throat does not bother you?" Charlotte asked.

"No, it just kind of slides down."

Charlotte shook her head. "It's like raw oysters, I don't see how people can eat those, but they do."

"You know, I like raw oysters, maybe that explains it. Okay two down," Sherry replied.

She had looked down at her drink, wondering if her friend had noticed her swollen nipples. Brad was a good looking guy. More importantly, he seemed very considerate. In Sherry's experience that usually made for a good fuck. Giving Brad a blowjob did not seem that farfetched. She wondered what his reaction would be to the snowball.

"What else won't you do?" Sherry asked.

"I won't take it in the ass"

Sherry grimaced, "I admit, I have never done that."

"Show stopper?"

"Probably, "Sherry answered, "but not definitely. I get a little turned on when I see it in a porn movie, but then I found out what it takes to get ready. There are butt plugs and stretching and lube and enemas. I just don't see it being that much better for me. I don't think it would be worth the extra effort. You really think he wants that?"

"He hinted at it when we first got together, and I want to please him. I just don't think I can get drunk enough to do that and not pass out." Charlotte had explained.

"There was one guy that really wanted it," Sherry said, "and I just shut him down. He was not worthy even if I was into it."

"What did you say to him?' Charlotte asked.

"I told him that he had to let me fuck him in the ass with a strap on first. Suddenly he was not interested." Sherry had replied.

A grin spread across Charlotte's face, "I guess turnabout is fair play."

"So it's not absolutely a show stopper, but it probably won't happen. I mean if I am really horny, and he is amazing at everything, and his dick is not huge... well, maybe."

"I'm sure two out of three will work. So are you interested?" Charlotte asked.

"Intrigued would be a better word. He is not into any freaky stuff, is he? He won't ask me to call him Daddy or pee on him, will he?" Sherry asked.

"No, no nothing like that. We have done the tie up thing a few times. We tried role-playing, but neither of us really got into it. Sadly we are pretty vanilla," Charlotte answered.

"I like vanilla, so when is this happening?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "I'm afraid you are going to have to make the first move, so whenever you want to."

Sherry snapped out of her recollection, realizing she had just set things in motion. She looked around, and the building was empty except for Brad.

"I told them I would lock up," he explained.

"So everyone is gone?"

"Yes, everyone is gone. You want to tell me what is going on?"

"I had an interesting conversation with your wife," Sherry said.

"She didn't!" Brad groaned.

"She did, and I told her I was intrigued."

"What exactly did she say to you?" Brad asked.

"She said lots of things. For started, she said you wanted to play with my big tits. And judging by the bulge in your shorts, I think she was right."

"I...I...I..." Brad stammered.

"At a loss for words? Maybe this will inspire you." Sherry said, lifting her shirt and bra. Her breast tumbled free and collapsed onto her ribs. She waited nervously for Brad's reaction. Seconds ticked by but it felt like hours. Brad's eyes became as wide as saucers and his mouth spread into a huge grin.

"Charlotte put you up to this? She is serious about me and you?" he said excitedly.

A huge sense of relief washed over Sherry. She stripped her shirt off and threw it to the floor.

"Does that answer your question?

Brad was suddenly speechless. He had thought that his wife's suggestion that he find another woman was a running joke between the two of them. He realized how wrong he was. Sherry's breasts were amazing. They were at least a cup size bigger than Charlotte, maybe two. They had a bit of sag to them, but her nipples were swollen and erect. He watched as she scooped them into her hands and ran her thumbs over her nipples.

"I was going to sext you a picture of them, but then I decided you deserved to see the real thing." she purred.

Brad reached out to touch Sherry's tits. They were warm and soft. The mounds of flesh overflowed his hands. She allowed him to caress her for a few moments, then grabbed his wrists and placed them at his side.

Sherry released his hands and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Tonight I am in charge. You can think about where you want this to go when you get home."

The feeling of her unbuttoning his shorts filled Brad with excitement. He had never done anything like this before. He watched with rapt attention as Sherry jerked his shorts down around his knees. Gravity pulled them rest of the way to the floor. She pulled his erection through the fly of his boxers. The sensation of her fingers around his shaft made him even more aroused. With both hands on his cock she began to stroke up and down. Her grip was loose, and his erection slid easily through her fingers. Her mouth hovered over the head of his cock. He could feel her hot breath cascading down the length of his penis. Her hands spread her saliva all over him. He ached to be inside her mouth. Brad felt her lips press on the swollen head of his dick. She continued to stroke him.

It seemed like a dream to Sherry. She could not believe she was about to suck Brad's dick. She wondered if this is what Charlotte had in mind. She had certainly made the first move, and the second and probably the third. Charlotte had been right about one thing, Brad certainly liked her breasts. His unblinking stare flattered her. Sherry wondered how long he would last with his cock between her tits. She did not care, tonight was all about pleasing Brad. She wanted him to have an incentive to please her at their next encounter. She opened her mouth and slowly swallowed his throbbing erection. She moaned as he filled her mouth with his cock. She could taste his precum. He was clearly very excited. Brad's hands rested on the back of her head. He wasn't pushing her down, just touching her. Sherry bobbed her head up and down a few times, feeling the veined shaft of his cock slip past her lips. Finally she pulled her head back and let his erection spring free. She wrapped her breasts around his wet penis.

"I want you to fuck my tits till you cover them with cum "she moaned.

Brad was already straining to hold back his orgasm when Sherry wrapped her tits around him. He was amazed at how quickly she had brought him to this point. His wife was very good at blowjobs, but he could usually hold back for a few minutes with his dick in Charlotte's mouth. Something about what Sherry was doing tonight had accelerated things considerably. She pressed her tits together, her fingers interlaced, holding his cock in her ample cleavage. Brad thrust his erection back and forth. The combination of her saliva and sweat provided more than enough lubrication.

"That's it," she moaned, "Fuck my tits. Oh your cock feels so good. I want to feel your hot cum all over my tits, yes, yes, yes."

Just the sight of her large breasts wrapped around his erection was enough to bring him to climax. When she started talking dirty to him any hope of self control was lost. It felt like every muscle from his shoulders to his knees tensed. Brad's orgasm cascaded through his body. His cock felt like a fire hose pumping cum on to Sherry's tits. He could see it bubbling out of her cleavage.

There was so much. That was the first thought that crossed Sherry's mind as Brad climaxed. She was glad she did not try to swallow tonight. She could feel his cock jerking between her breasts as he came. He put his hands on her shoulders as he struggled to steady himself. As the last bit of cum seeped out of Brad's penis, Sherry lowered her head and took it into her mouth. The taste of his seed spread through her mouth. No worse than a raw oyster, Sherry thought. Sherry pressed her tongue against his cock. It was a little softer, but still very thick. Sherry slowly moved her hand back and forth, licking every bit of cum off Brad's dick. She felt a bit of pride that she could keep him hard. Sherry continued to suck his cock for a few minutes until it finally returned to its relaxed state. She looked up at Brad, meeting his stare. She stood up. Brad leaned down and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined and Brad pulled her close. Sherry's breasts flattened against Brad's body, smearing cum all over his shirt. He began to work his way down her body towards her breasts. Sherry stepped back.

"That's enough for tonight," she said, holding his face in her hands.

"Are you sure? I feel like I should do something for you."

"Oh, you will. Next time you will. I hope you are going straight home, or you have another shirt in your car," Sherry said, looking at the large wet spots on Brad's garment.

"Well, I think Charlotte will know how her fiendish plan worked out," Brad replied.

Sherry pulled her shirt over her head, but left her bra on the floor. Brad picked it up and offered it to her.

"You can keep it until we meet again, something to remind you of me."

Brad pulled his shorts back on and followed Sherry out to the parking lot.

"So when is next time?" He asked.

"Ask you wife, this whole thing is her idea. But next time I'm getting naked."

Brad watched her get in her car and drive away. He folded up her bra and set it in the seat beside him, then started the car and headed home.

The family home loomed in the headlights and Brad pulled into the driveway. The house was dark save the flicker of a computer screen in the office. He turned on the interior light and looked at his shirt. Several white cum stains dotted his shirt where Sherry and pressed her breasts against him. It was time to find out if Charlotte was really okay with the arrangement.

He met his wife at the doorway to the office. Even in the limited light of the computer screen the stains on his shirt were visible.

"So I see you and Sherry worked something out," Charlotte observed.

"Yea, I guess we did. Are you sure you are okay with this?"

Charlotte smiled, "Did it make you happy?" 

"Very happy," Brad replied.

Suddenly feeling aroused Charlotte asked, "Did you save anything for me?"

"I think so, what do you want?" Brad asked. He could not believe he was going to have sex with two different women in the space of a few hours.

"For starters I want you to take that shirt off and throw it in the washer. Then you can come to bed and I will let you know what I want," she answered.

Brad quickly stripped off his shirt and deposited it in the washer, spraying a generous amount of stain remover on it. He found Charlotte waiting for him in bed.

"So," she began, "if I want you to go down on me till I cum, then let me go to sleep without doing anything for you it will be okay?"

"Yes," Brad replied.

Charlotte pulled the covers aside revealing her naked body, "Then that is what I want."

Brad crawled onto the bed and began kissing the inside of her legs. Any lingering thoughts of Sherry left Brad's mind and he kissed and licked his way towards the apex of his wife's legs. When his tongue grazed against her labia, his penis began to stiffen. Brad wrapped his arms around Charlotte's thighs and buried his face between her legs. With the tip of his tongue he plied apart the warm wet folds of flesh in front of his face. Using long, slow strokes he licked her pussy over and over. Each time he moved closer and closer to her clit. When his tongue finally reached it, he carefully navigated around it. Brad felt Charlotte squirm in his grasp, trying to maneuver her body so that his tongue would be against her clit. He continued to tease her, making large circles around it, but slowly spiraling in towards the center.

"Make me come, please make me come," Charlotte begged.

Brad released her leg and pressed his fingers into her wet slit. At the same time he flattened his tongue against her clit. Her hips bucked up as she was swallowed up by her climax.

He certainly seemed to have a lot of energy left; Charlotte thought has she felt Brad's mouth press against her moist slit. She had withheld a bit of information from Brad. Sherry had texted her ten minutes before Brad arrived with a brief confession of what happen. The details of the text were temporarily lost as Charlotte felt her orgasm building. Brad's fingers dug into her legs as his tongue speared into her. Charlotte tugged on her nipples as her orgasm built to a peak. His tongue moved tauntingly close to her clit and she begged him to bring her to climax. She thrust her hips against Brad's face as she came.


The Affair Episode 01



"Is your dick hard?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes," Brad replied.

"I want you inside me", Charlotte moaned.

Brad wasted no time stripping off his pants. He began to work his way up Charlotte's body, kissing and licking her all over. Soon his mouth was on her neck. Brad kissed Charlotte on the lips.

"Did you kiss Sherry?" she asked.

"Yes," Brad moaned as he pressed his cock against her sex.

"And now you are kissing me, are you sure that's not too much for you?" she inquired.

"I'm sure. I want you so much right now," Brad whispered.

Charlotte wrapped her legs around her husband's waist. She felt his cock penetrating her. His encounter with Sherry did not seem to have affected his ability to perform. Charlotte found herself wanting him more than ever. She pulled him inward. At the same time his tongue began to explore her mouth. Charlotte writhed under him as he buried is cock inside her. The full weight of his body pressed down on her. Each time he thrust into her his chest hair bristled against her swollen nipples. Charlotte felt filled in more than just a physical sense. She dug her nails into Brad's back, holding him tight. Their lovemaking had the intensity of makeup sex, but without the fight.

"Oh yes," Charlotte moaned, "give it to me. Give me everything you have. I want it, I want you. I want it all."

Brad moaned in replied. He began to thrust harder and faster. There was something different about tonight. Everything about Charlotte felt amazing. Her erect nipples stabbed into his chest. She clamped down tightly on his cock as he penetrated her again and again. The sound of her moans drove him wild.

"I'm cumming. Oh, oh, oh. I'm cumming. Don't stop, please don't stop. Make me cum Brad, make me cum," Charlotte cried out. Her smoldering orgasm reignithed into a raging inferno.

Talking dirty always did it. Brad felt his orgasm surge through him. His cock jerked as he filled Charlotte with cum. He did not stop fucking her until his erection had faded. His second orgasm of the night had been just as intense as the first. Brad rolled on to his back, and then pulled Charlotte against him. For a few moments they just laid together.

Charlotte looked up at Brad, saying quietly, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course."

"Were you thinking of Sherry just now?"

"No, were you?"

"Not until after. I thought maybe you would be less interested in me, or at least tired after being with her. You don't wish my tits were more like hers?"

"Your breasts are perfect," Brad replied.

"Why do you say that?"

"Why do you say that Ghirardelli Dark chocolate is your favorite?" Brad asked.

"Point taken," Charlotte replied.

Brad stroked his wife's breast, "So is this going to work, this arrangement with Sherry?"

"I don't know," Charlotte answered, "but it is off to a good start."

"Can we go to sleep like this?" Charlotte asked.

"Like what?" 

"Naked. Together and naked," she answered.

"Of course," Brad replied, mentally checking another item of his list of thing he fantasized about. 

Charlotte put her head on Brad's chest. He smelled like a man, and just a tiny bit like her friend. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

*

If you enjoyed this please let me know. I have some ideas for future episodes, I'm just not certain this storyline is one I should continue to develop.

Regards

TK



The Affair Episode 02



Thanks for the many comments on the first story, I hope you enjoy this episode as well. As always a big thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help and suggestions, and general rescuing me from my own bad writing habits. If you have looked at some of my early stories ( before getting an editor ) you know what I mean. 

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Sherry reread the text message on her phone.

He is all yours until 3 pm.

It was from Brad's wife; somehow Charlotte had become an accomplice in Sherry's affair with him. Sherry slipped the phone into her pocket and knocked on the door. She smoothed her shirt over her breasts, making her erect nipples stand out even more. When the door opened she smiled at Brad.

"I heard you were home alone and thought you might want some company."

"Of course, please come in," Brad replied.

Sherry smiled seductively when she heard Brad say the word come. It was certainly a word that was on her mind. She followed Brad into the house. He was dressed in running shorts and a T-shirt, just about perfect for her purposes. She ran her hand over her own shorts, lightly touching her pussy as she eyed Brad's ass.

"I hope I am not interrupting anything," Sherry said.

"No, I was just doing some reading," Brad answered.

"Anything interesting?"

"Not yet."

As she walked into the living room Sherry noticed a copy of Playboy magazine open on the table. She looked at the cover, trying to find the hidden rabbit logo.

"Is that what you are reading?"

"Yea, I'm the one guy that really does read the articles," Brad replied with a laugh.

"Charlotte does not mind you looking at pictures of naked women?" Sherry asked, already knowing the answer.

"I guess not. I wish she would let me take pictures of her like these. I don't think my technique is quite as good, but it would be fun to try," Brad said, wondering if he had gone too far.

"I don't see why not, it sounds like fun."

"Are you volunteering to be my model?" Brad asked.

Sherry smiled again, "Not today, but keep your calendar open."

Brad sat down. He had given up any hope of concealing the growing bulge in his shorts. Sherry was not making any effort to hide her erect nipples; in fact she was doing everything she could to show them off.

"Brad, we need to talk about how our arrangement is going to work. I think we are going to have a lot of fun, but there are some rules," Sherry said sternly.

Brad sat down. His erection had stopped growing when he heard the words 'we need to talk'.

"I'm listening," Brad said.

"First off, I'm not a home wrecker. If Charlotte changes her mind, then this ends. If I start to feel like I'm falling for you, then we will have to stop", Sherry said in a serious tone.

"Absolutely," Brad replied. Brad honestly didn't think Charlotte would care about what he and Sherry did. He grinned, revisiting the night where he had fucked Sherry, and then came home and made love to a very horny Charlotte. He snapped back to the present, realizing that Sherry was talking again. 

"Second", Sherry continued, "Don't expect me to do anything you would not be willing to do yourself. I will give you a pass on blowjobs. I don't expect you to put your mouth on some guy's cock just to impress me. We will talk about swallowing in a minute. A little birdie told me you might want to fuck me in the ass. The only way there is even a chance of that happening is if you agree to let me fuck you with a strap on first. I'm not saying I will do it, but you have to agree to allow it."

Brad swallowed. He knew exactly who the little birdie was. He tried to picture what Sherry was talking about. 

"I will keep that in mind," he said slowly.

"I'm not saying I would do it, but you need to be prepared to say yes if you want me to do the same," Sherry explained. The idea of fucking Brad was starting to grow on her. She wondered what Charlotte would say about it.

"And finally, seeing as this is our arrangement, you will need to initiate sometimes. I don't mean send me flowers or take me to a movie. I mean arrange a time and a place for us to enjoy the new benefits of our friendship. Do you understand?"

"I do..." Brad replied.

"Now, let's talk about me swallowing your cum," Sherry said, interrupting Brad.

"Uh, okay," Brad stuttered in reply.

"Do you know what it means to snowball?" Sherry asked.

"I think so, but refresh my memory," Brad replied. He knew exactly what she was talking about, but wanted to hear her explain it.

"It means you cum in my mouth, and then I spit it back into yours. We keep doing that until one of us swallows. Do you think you can do that?" Sherry asked. Just talking about it was making her wet.

"I have to swallow my own cum?" Brad asked.

Sherry paused. She had never made anyone swallow; she had always taken it back. She wondered if swallowing would be a showstopper for Brad. She decided to see how far she could take it.

"Yes, at least once. If you won't do it, I don't think it is fair you expect me to do it," Sherry replied, wondering what the unintended consequences could be.

Brad thought about her offer. Charlotte had swallowed once, and it had been fantastic. The feeling of her mouth on his penis as he came was amazing. He had really enjoyed it when Sherry had sucked his cock. He stared at her lips. What would it be like to have an orgasm with Sherry's lips still around his cock? His erection had started to grow again. He shifted, trying to find a way to sit on the couch that did not pinch his dick.

"I think I can do that," he replied.

"Prove it," Sherry said, surprised the words she was thinking had somehow escaped her mouth. She found herself on her knees between Brad's legs. She saw her hands tugging his shorts down. She could not believe she was doing this. Brad's erection sprang free of his clothing. His shorts fell to the ground. Sherry spread his legs apart.

"I want you to come in my mouth," she moaned, then lowered her head.

Brad felt his cock jerk when Sherry told him to come in her mouth. He watched as she wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock, pulling it away from his body. She slipped her other hand under his balls, gently stroking them. She kissed the tip off his cock and licked the bubble of precum off.

It was Sherry's dirty little secret that she loved to suck cock. She loved the way her mouth felt when it was stretched around an erection. She loved the feeling of the vein-covered shaft as it slipped over her lips. She even enjoyed the feeling of deep throating. Most of all she enjoyed having total control of a man's orgasm. Once she got started, she could time a man's climax to within thirty seconds. She knew just where to touch, where to lick and where to squeeze to make a man come. She had given Brad a small sample of her skills at their last encounter. Today she was giving him more of a hand job than a blow job. Sherry did not want any of his cum going down her throat this time, so she only let the head of his cock past her lips. She used one hand to stroke the shaft of his erection, the other to caress his balls. Almost right away Rick began to thrust his hips back and forth. Sherry just bobbed her head back and forth. She had complete control of how far his cock went into her mouth.

She liked sucking Brad's dick. It filled her mouth, but wasn't so big that she gagged on it or felt like she was dislocating her jaw. He had shot his cum onto her tits last time they were together and she had taken him back into her mouth after he came. She considered that one of her signature moves. A lot of women stopped the blowjob the moment the man came. Sherry knew exactly how to use her mouth on a man after he came to extend his orgasm. In Brad's case it also allowed her to find out what he tasted like. She found him more than acceptable.

It wasn't long before she could taste Brad leaking into her mouth. He moaned and begged her not to stop. Sherry rubbed her tongue just below the crown of his dick and Brad let loose. Three powerful streams erupted from his cock. Sherry kept sliding his dick in and out of her mouth until she had every drop, then she bobbed her head up and down a few times just to make him feel good. With her mouth full of his cum, she began to rise.

Sherry stood and looked down at Brad. He was seated on the couch with his legs spread apart and a rather blank expression on his face. She tapped his ankle with her foot and Brad brought his thighs together, giving her a place to sit. Sherry put her hands on Brad's shoulders, and then slowly lowered herself onto his lap.

Sherry straddled him. Her cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts. A dribble of cum leaked out of her lips. Surely there was not that much, Brad thought. He felt nervous. He took a deep breath and pulled Sherry's face against his. Their lips touched. Warm, salty liquid flowed into his mouth, followed by Sherry's energetic tongue. Brad spit the mixture of saliva and cum back into Sherry's mouth, calling her bluff. She forced it right back into his mouth, then broke off the kiss. She put her finger to his lips.

"We had a deal, now swallow," she said authoritatively.

Without further hesitation or protest Brad let the mixture slide down his throat. The moment he did Sherry's mouth was on his again. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. An idea began to form in Brad's head. He slipped his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast in his hand. Brad's fingers ran along the lacy edge toward the center of the garment. He located the latch and deftly released it. Brad loved bras with the fastener in the front.

"I want your clothes off, and I want them off now," he ordered.

Sherry pulled her shirt over her head. She stood briefly to remove her shorts and panties, then straddled Brad's lap again. She grabbed his cock with her and began to guide it between her legs. Brad stiffened his resolve. Much to the disappointment of his aching cock, he grabbed Sherry's wrists and put her hands on his shoulders.

"I think rules should apply to both of us," he said softly but firmly.

With one hand he cupped Sherry's breast and held it next to his mouth. It took every ounce of his willpower to resist wrapping his lips around the swollen pink bud in front of him. He put his other hand on the back of Sherry's head. Slowly he pulled her head down and pushed her breast up until her lips were a fraction of an inch from her own nipple.

"If you want me to do it, you have to do it first. How's that for initiating?"

Sherry was stunned. Seeing Brad swallow had been a much bigger turn on that she had anticipated. The moment he did it she wanted to fuck his brains out. When he stopped her she became even more aroused... Now he was setting conditions, asking her to do something that had never even crossed her mind. Her tits had ached when he held her breast in front of his mouth. Without a second though she complied with his order. Brad released her head and engulfed her other breast with his mouth. She mimicked his actions. When he sucked, she sucked. When he licked, she licked. When he pinched her nipple between his teeth, she did the same... Brad's hand had found its way between her legs. His fingertips brushed against her clit, then caressed her labia. His arm pressed against her thigh with just enough force to keep her from plunging herself down onto his throbbing erection. She pulled her head back just enough to speak.

"Please, please, I need you inside me. Please make me come," she begged.

"I don't think you have complied with the rules completely." Brad said in a calm voice.

Brad pushed on Sherry's breast until it was once again pressed to her mouth. He lightly touched her clit with his pinky, and plunged the rest of his fingers inside her. She jumped in response, and then began thrusting her hips against his hand. His cock had become erect again with amazing speed, and strained to reach her. She tipped her head back and moaned, then leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his.

"Oh yes, yes, don't stop, don't stop," Sherry cried.

Sherry felt Brad's hand shift on her breast. Instead of cupping it and lifting it to her mouth he caressed it, pinching her nipple between his fingers. The hard nub was wet from being in her mouth and slipped from his grasp. She could feel her orgasm building, and she fought to slow it down. She wanted to come on his cock, but he continued to deny her. Abruptly he switched the hand on her breast diving between her legs and the fingers that were penetrating her were caressing her tit. He moved his mouth from one breast to the other at the same time. It was too much to resist. The combination of what he was doing to her tits and feeling of his fingers between her legs pushed her over the edge. She bucked wildly on top of him as she came. She fought to feel his cock against her sex, but he was too strong. As her orgasm faded he rolled them over so she was reclined on the couch and Brad was on top of her.

Brad put his hands on Sherry's breasts. The size of her tits fascinated him. It wasn't that they were better than Charlotte's B cup tits; because he truly did enjoy Charlotte's breasts, it was just that Sherry's were bigger. Sherry's breasts flowed out of his hands no matter how he tried to hold them. The fact Sherry was able to put her mouth on her own breasts had been an unexpected bonus. He wondered if Sherry would try it when she was alone, or if he would always have to encourage her to do it. He felt Sherry's legs wrap around his waist and pull him towards her. He wanted to be inside her, but he still felt like he needed get even for her snowball requirement. Brad stretched his hands out over Sherry's tits and squeezed them. She closed her eyes and smiled. Brad closed his fingers around her nipples. She was clearly still aroused. Sherry moaned and he tugged on her swollen flesh. He leaned forward and kissed her. He started with her lips, then her cheeks and finally her neck. Brad kissed and licked his way down her body until his mouth was against the inside of her thigh. He slipped his pointer finger into her sex. She moaned and rolled her hips towards him. Brad slipped in another finger and she repeated her actions. When he added his ring finger she drew a sharp breath and clenched down on his hand. With just the tip of his tongue Brad touched her clit. She clamped her legs around his head and tried to pull him closer. Brad used his free hand to pry himself loose. He pulled his head back and watched her body stretch around his hand as he slid his fingers back and forth. He slipped his pinky between her ass cheeks. He wondered if this violated her rule. She did not seem to be complaining, in fact she seemed to be doing the exact opposite, clenching her cheeks around his smallest digit. With one hand pinning her thigh back he brushed is tongue against her sex again. She squirmed and moaned. He pulled his hand out.

Brad pressed his index finger on her lips, "I think your rule applies here as well."

Sherry did not hesitate. She wrapped her lips around Brad's finger and began sucking on it. She was pleasantly surprised at the way she tasted, but it would not have matter if Brad's finger had been soaked in hot sauce. She desperately wanted to feel his mouth against her. The moment she wrapped her lips around his hand she felt his tongue spear into her. Brad yanked his hand out of her mouth and spread her legs apart. His lips and tongue were everywhere. He licked and sucked her labia and clit. He penetrated her, first with his tongue and then with his fingers. Sherry writhed on the couch as Brad pressed his finger against her G spot and his tongue against her clit. Words failed her as she came. As her climax faded Brad's oral antics slowed and then stopped.

"I guess what is good for the goose is good for the gander," Brad observed.

"And vice versa," Sherry added.

The two of them remained motionless and intertwined, Brad resting his head on Sherry leg. Brad sat back on his haunches and put his hands on Sherry's thighs. He pulled her towards his body until his now erect cock was pressing against her sex.

"Not so fast," Sherry scolded, "I want you to lie on your back."

"Okay," he replied, reclining on to the floor.

Sherry slipped off the couch and lay beside Brad. She ran her hand across his chest, twirling his hair with her fingers.

"One more thing before I fuck your brains out." she purred.

"What?" Brad asked.

"I'm going to 69 you until you come in my mouth. After all, a deal is a deal," Sherry said.

"I'm not sure I've got the stamina for a third round."

"You recovered quickly enough for round two. Are you saying you don't want to come in my mouth?"

"I want to, I really want to." Brad answered.

"Maybe it is my breasts. Are you saying you don't want to feel my tits against you while I suck your dick?" Sherry teased.

"No," Brad replied quickly, "your breasts feel fantastic."

Sherry continued her taunting, "Then maybe it is my pussy. You don't want to play with my hot wet pussy while you fuck my face with your throbbing hard cock?"

Brad groaned, because how he could refuse her offer? They still had an hour, surely that was enough time to recover for round three. The thought of fucking Sherry had revived his cock in record time once, why not twice?

Sherry turned and straddled Brad's body. She swung her pendulous breasts side to side. Her swollen nipples brushed against his erection. She smiled. He thought he was so clever with the way he turned her rules against her. She would make sure his cock was so overworked he would walk funny. She hoped Charlotte would not be too mad if he had nothing left for her tonight. Sherry rocked her body back. Brad had made it obvious he had no objection to having her sex in his face. She felt both his hands on her ass, his fingers reaching between her cheeks. The thought of letting Brad fuck her in the ass crept a little closer towards possible... someday. Certainly not today.

Brad squeezed Sherry's ass. He could feel her breath on his erection. Just knowing that she was going to make him come in her mouth had ratcheted up his state of arousal to near orgasm. He stared at her naked pussy. He raised his head and brushed his tongue against her wet slit. He was not sure if it was too soon after her last climax, but he simply could not resist the temptation. Her hot, wet flesh felt delightful against his tongue. Brad felt Sherry's lips close around the head of his cock. She wrapped one hand around his erection and began to stroke it. Both her hand and mouth were slipping back and forth over the head of his dick. Brad let his head drop to the floor. He moved his hands onto Sherry's breasts. He kept his eyes open, staring at her sex as she fellated him.

Sherry pressed her tongue against Brad's cock and it filled her mouth. She wasn't going to deep throat him. She wanted to keep the tip of his cock where her hand and tongue could do the most good. She maintained a steady rhythm. If there was one thing she knew how to do it was make a man come. The magic spot was right under the head of the penis. Alternating hand and mouth against that spot with a steady, uninterrupted rhythm always produced the desired effect. Sherry was relieved when Brad lowered his head and stopped licking her pussy. What he had been doing felt good, but it was also a distraction. Sherry knew that she could not keep up the needed rhythm if she was having an orgasm. There would be plenty of time for Brad to bring her to climax. She noticed Brad had stopped everything. He had stopped caressing her breasts. He had stopped thrusting his hips. She knew she had him on the edge of his orgasm. She slowed her efforts just a bit. Sherry wanted this to be one of the best blowjobs Brad had ever experienced. She could taste him leaking into her mouth. The sound of his strained whimper reached her ears. It was time to make Brad come in her mouth. She began to stroke him faster. He exploded in her mouth. There was more than Sherry expected from a second orgasm. She felt his cock jerk as he pumped his load into her mouth. She let it run down her throat. There was no need to hold it this time. Brad had proved himself worthy of this treat. As the last drops trickled out of his fading erection Sherry let it slip out of her mouth.




The Affair Episode 02



Sherry twisted around and put her head on Brad's chest. With one hand she grasped his cock. It still felt quite thick. She slowly stroked it. Sherry wondered how long Brad needed to be ready again. She ached to have him inside her. She decided to help him out.

"The entire time your cock was in my mouth I was thinking how good it will feel in my pussy," she whispered. It felt like he got a little harder. Brad moaned in response.

"Is there anything else I can do to make you hard?" she asked.

"I think you are doing it," Brad replied.

"What if I do this," she said crawling over his body and pressing her breasts against his stiffening erection. She shifted her body around until his cock was nestled between her breasts.

Brad thrust his hips forward. He was still wet from being in her mouth and he slid easily in her cleavage.

"Do you like my tits?"

"Uh-huh, I do."

"You like fucking my tits?"

"Yeah,"

Sherry took a deep breath. She liked having his cock between her breasts, but she really wanted it between her legs. It felt like he was almost hard enough. She decided to take her experiment up a notch.

"Do you want to fuck me in the ass?" she whispered. She felt his cock stiffen dramatically.

"I don't know if I am ready for quid pro quo," Brad replied.

"No conditions, do you want to ram your big hard cock into my ass?"

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"Maybe," Sherry answered as she wrapped her hand around his erection, "right now I just want you to be hard enough to fuck me."

Their moment was interrupted by Brad's phone. The ring tone indicated it was his wife calling. Both he and Sherry knew he had to answer it...

"I should probably take this," he said has he picked it up.

"Hey, how did it go?" Brad said. Sherry felt a slight sense of panic, then remembered Charlotte had encouraged what she was doing. Her panic turned to frustration. She looked at Brad's face, trying to discern something about the conversation.

"Already? Oh, okay. That makes sense," Brad said as handed Sherry her shorts and panties. "On her way home," he mouthed to her.

Sherry quickly got dressed, then suppressed her laughter at Brad trying to dress and talk on the phone at the same time.

"She is about five minutes away," Brad said after he ended the call.

"I don't suppose you can bang me in the next two minutes?" Sherry asked, still craving the feeling of Brad's cock inside her.

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak," Brad replied with an apologetic grin.

"Next time you are ramming your fucking cock into me first thing," Sherry insisted.

"You have a deal," Brad replied as he pulled his shirt on.

Brad walked Sherry to the door. He hesitated.

"Do I hug you, kiss you... I'm not sure what the etiquette is for our relationship."

Sherry put her hands on Brad's head and pulled his mouth onto her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. After a few moments of passionate kissing she let him go.

"Okay," Brad said breathlessly, "I think I know what to do now."

"Oh, and about the ass thing, I am thinking about it. You should too," she said.

Sherry shut the door and began walking toward her car. She was not sure if it qualified as a walk of shame. If it did, it was the shortest one ever. She saw Charlotte pull into the driveway.

"I thought I had until three," Sherry shouted in mock anger.

"I'm sorry; did I not give you enough time to fuck my husband?" Charlotte replied with an equal amount of sarcasm in her voice.

Charlotte stepped out of her car and approached Sherry.

"Let's just say I know what it's like to be with a cock tease now. You have no idea how horny I am," Sherry said when Charlotte was close enough to talk to without shouting.

"What kind of shape did you leave my husband in?" Charlotte asked.

"In about ten minutes he will be right about where I wanted him... five minutes ago," Sherry replied.

"Should I drive around the block so you have time to fuck my husband?"

"Would you? That would be great." Sherry replied, hoping she was serious.

"Sorry. No."

"You can't blame a girl for asking."

"I see you made it to the second item we discussed," Charlotte observed.

"How did you know?"

Charlotte licked her thumb and the wiped it against Sherry's chin," You still a bit of cum on your face."

Sherry watched as Charlotte withdrew her hand. Brad's wife stared at her thumb for a moment, and then slipped it between her lips. She smiled when she pulled it out.

"I guess that is not so bad," Charlotte said, "Do you know what my wayward husband is doing?"

"He said he was going to get cleaned up. I'm afraid I left him a little messy." Sherry answered.

Charlotte sighed, "I suppose I should attend to him." 

"Yes, before he does something wasteful."

Brad stripped off his clothes as he walked into the bathroom. Even though Charlotte knew what he and Sherry were doing, Brad thought he should get cleaned up. He doubted his wife wanted to find him smelling of sex when she arrived home. The shower wand was mounted on a vertical rail that offered a wide range of adjustments. It could be above his head or lowered so the shorter members of the family could reach it. He pushed it all the way to the top. He looked down at the knobs and turned the water on. Brad could not help noticing his penis was still fully erect. It had to be Sherry's comment about fucking her in the ass. It had been a long time since he had seriously thought about it. He wondered what it was like. He wondered if he wanted it enough to agree to her conditions. The warm water distracted him from his carnal thoughts as he stepped into the shower. As was his ritual, he started with shampoo. Rinse, lather, repeat. Once his hair was clean Brad started on his body. It was no surprise that his hand found its way to his erection.

Brad rarely masturbated in the shower. He had an irrational fear of slipping and falling. He did not want the paramedics, or anyone else, to find him unconscious in the shower with his hand on his dick. He thought of Sherry on her hands and knees in front of him, wiggling her ass, begging for his cock. He wondered if she had ever taken it in the ass before. Suddenly the image changed. He and Sherry had switched positions. Now he was on all fours and she was behind him.

Charlotte heard the shower running when she walked into the house. She walked briskly to the bathroom. She saw Brad standing in the shower. His eyes were closed. His hand was stroking his erection. She began to remove her clothes. She wondered if he was thinking of her or Sherry. It did not matter; soon she would make certain he was thinking only of her.

Charlotte stepped behind Brad. She pressed her breasts against his back and put her hand over his.

"Why don't you let me help you with that," she purred. She felt him flinch, she had obviously startled him. He relaxed and started to pull his and away.

"I said I would help you, not do it for you," Charlotte said, guiding his hand back on to his cock, "unless you would rather do something besides stroke it."

Charlotte liked the way Brad's cock felt, and guiding his hand up and down was a different kind of sensation. She would have to thank Sherry for getting him ready. She placed her hand under his. When she felt the head of his dick against her palm she closed her fingers around it and twisted like she turning a door knob. Brad let out a moan in response.

Brad turned around to face her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She felt his erection press into her belly. He tipped her head back and kissed her. He smelled clean, but she thought she tasted a bit of Sherry when his tongue slipped into her mouth. She did not care. Sherry was gone. Brad was all hers now. 

Brad's hands caressed her ass. Charlotte pushed her tongue into Brad's mouth. The water from the shower cascaded onto her back. Brad's hands glided up her slippery hips. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. Brad lowered the shower so the water sprayed directly on to her tits. He also adjusted the setting to massage. A thick stream of water pelted her breasts. Charlotte squealed when the water impacted onto her swollen nipples. One of Brad's hands was between her legs, gently teasing her. He wrapped her hair around his other hand and pulled her head back. She arched her back, exposing her breasts to the pulsating spray from the shower. Charlotte felt Brad's erection against her ass. The head of his cock pressed into the small of her back.

Brad slipped one finger inside Charlotte. He could tell more than the shower was making her wet. He began to move his hips. His erection slid lengthwise between her ass cheeks. Ever since Sherry's comment he could not stop thinking about having his cock in Sherry's or Charlotte's ass. He knew it was not going to happen right now with Charlotte, but being this close was turning him on. He pushed Charlotte's head down and she bent at the waist. He let go of her just long enough to adjust the shower. He aimed it lower and switched to out of massage. A multitude of needle thin jets of water sprayed against the top of her breasts. Brad put one hand on her hip. With the other he guided his cock between her legs. The only part of sex better than this was the orgasms. The feeling of her labia stretching around the head of his dick was fantastic. Every part of fucking Charlotte felt good, but the initial penetration was almost unbelievable.

The shower was so humid a cloud began to form. Charlotte braced herself against the wall with both hands as Rick thrust into her. Between his cock filling her, his hips slapping against her ass and the shower spraying on to the top of breast she was nearing sensory overload. Each time he rammed his cock into her Brad pulled on her hips. Charlotte could feel her tits bouncing back and forth from the force of Brad's thrusting. When a jet of water hit her nipple it almost stung. She could feel her climax building as Brad fucked her with a powerful steady rhythm.

Brad knew he was getting close to the point of no return. He had lasted quite a while, largely due to Sherry's demonstration of her oral skills. He would have to thank her later for making sex with his wife last a bit longer than usual. Brad put his hands on her breasts. He knew the feel of her tits against his hand would push him over the edge. Brad felt his orgasm surge through him. The intensity surprised him. With this being the third time today that he had cum he thought his climax would be weak. It wasn't. He pinched and tugged on Charlotte's nipples as the last few drops bubbled out of his cock.

Charlotte orgasmed before she felt Brad's final thrust. She almost fell over when he stopped gripping her hips and latched onto her breasts. After remaining motionless for a few moments she stood up and turned to face Brad, throwing her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his chest. They stood in an embrace for quite some time until the rapidly decreasing temperature of the water chased them from the shower. Brad grabbed one of the extra large towels they kept and wrapped it around the both of them, her breasts pressing against his belly as he held her close.

Charlotte laughed at the spontaneity, water trickling off the tip of her nose as she looked up at Brad's grinning face. She hadn't felt this good, this loved, this well-fucked, in a long time. Charlotte never imagined in her wildest dreams that bringing another woman into the picture would change things this much in such a small amount of time. For the better, even! She decided that Brad's dalliance with Sherry was the best idea she'd ever cooked up. Charlotte kissed Brad soundly once more, then went to go get dressed, dreaming of ways to encourage to her husband's budding relationship with Sherry.



The Affair Episode 03



 Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help with this. 

*

Light from the full moon shone in through the windows. It had been Charlotte's idea to open the curtains at night. It was her experiment with exhibitionism. Of course she also insisted the lights remain off as long as the curtains were open. As a result no one could actually see in. It was a very controlled experiment.

Brad looked at the clock; it was two in the morning on a Saturday. Charlotte was fast asleep. She had kicked off the covers and was sprawled out on the bed. Despite Brad's many requests and occasional begging, she would not sleep nude. He had managed to negotiate her down to panties and a slightly oversized tank top. The curve of her breast was visible through the arm hole of her top and was illuminated by the moonlight. Her panties had bunched up and almost looked like a thong. 

Brad put his head back on the pillow. He should be tired. He was not. He was horny. Charlotte had rebuffed him when they went to bed saying that the earlier tryst in the shower was sufficient. At the time what she said made sense. Two blowjobs from Sherry and fucking Charlotte in the shower should have satisfied his desires. Now, he wasn't sure. He looked at his wife again. She was lying on her belly, her ass practically begged to be pinched. Brad rolled out of bed. He would do what he usually did when he was too horny to sleep. He would go the gym and work out. At this time of night there was usually no one there. Even if his erection did not go away, there was no one to notice it. Brad paused after taking off the shorts he had been sleeping in and looked at Charlotte one more time. Now that he was naked she looked even more tempting. He wondered if it was possible to fuck her without waking her up. Maybe if he used lots of lube and went very slowly he could pull it off. His plan was derailed when Charlotte tossed and turned, ending in a position that denied him access to her sex. Brad got dressed and slipped out.

For what had to be the hundredth time Sherry picked up her phone. She wanted to sext Brad, but he was home with his wife. Sherry had left Brad's house extremely frustrated. She had no right to be. In the hour she and Brad were together she came twice. It was unfortunate that his wife had arrived home early, but the three of them had an agreement, and Brad's wife could change the schedule at any time. Sherry had hoped that her date tonight would pick up where Brad left off, but he proved unworthy. He spent most of the evening complaining about everything. When one of her friends called to ask a random question she pretended it was an emergency and ended the date early. Sherry set the phone down on her nightstand, right next to her vibrator. She had still been quite horny when she got home, but no method of masturbation seemed to satisfy her desire for a real live hard cock. She picked up the phone for the 101st time and began playing with the apps. When she pulled up the find my friends app she noticed Brad was not at home. She began typing. Brad had just left his house and was waiting at a light. His phone buzzed, it was a text from Sherry. He wondered if she wanted a ride home from wherever her date had taken her so she did not have to do the walk of shame back to her car.

You are up late

The light turned green, but he remained stopped as he replied to the text.

Could not get back to sleep, going to the gym. How was your date?

Brad sat at the green light, waiting for a response. He did not have to wait long.

Sucked, and not in a good way. Dude was a total dud, bailed early. So horny.

Brad could not resist replying.

I'm sure you have something for that.

Almost right away the response appeared.

Nope, tried this.

A picture of Sherry's thumb and forefinger tugging on her nipple appeared on Brad's phone.

And this

Another picture appeared; this one of Sherry's hand between her legs. The angle was such that he could not see her fingers disappearing between her labia, but it was implied.

And this.

The next picture was not as subtle as the previous one. It was of a large purple vibrator between Sherry's legs. Her pussy was obscured behind the toy, but it was pretty clear what she was doing. His phone buzzed again.

Meeting you at the gym.

Brad felt his cock stir. He was a little sore from the day's activities, but Sherry's implied offer was impossible to resist.

Sherry put on the absolute minimum amount of clothing; Shorts, T-shirt, socks and shoes. Anything less and they would let her in the club. She had not been kidding with Brad. No amount of masturbation seemed to quell her desire to have him inside her. She was not sure what she would do when she got there, but she had to go.

Brad pulled into the nearly deserted parking lot. He could see the reception area of the gym. There were a couple people standing around chatting, but they appeared to be leaving. Brad turned off the ignition. The erection Sherry had inspired was still quite obvious. It was much too obvious to walk into the club with such a crowd at the front desk. 

Knowing that he would not help his situation Brad looked at his phone and scrolled through the pictures Sherry had sent him. The one of her breast was particularly arousing.

Sherry saw Brad's car parked in the middle of the lot. She turned off her headlights and pulled up beside him. The soft glow of the phone's display illuminated his face. Sherry picked up her own phone and tapped out a message.

You can have the real thing if you want it.

The buzzing of the phone started Brad. He read the text message, and then cursed himself for losing his situational awareness. From inside her car Sherry motioned to him. Brad opened his door and stepped out. The engine of her car was still running. Sherry motioned to him again. He opened the door to her car.

"Get in, sit down and hang on," She said with a smile. The moment Brad was is in the car Sherry shifted into reverse and began driving across the parking lot. She stopped in a dark corner of the lot and shut down the engine. She looked at Brad. Even in the darkness she could see the bulge in his shorts.

"Do you remember what I said when I left your house?"

After a brief hesitation Brad nodded, "Something about ramming my fucking cock into you."

Sherry slipped her shorts down her legs and crawled out of her seat and on to Brad. She pushed Brad's shorts down just enough to expose his cock and the wrapped her hand around it.

"I have been wanting this all day," she said as she guided it between her legs. 

Sherry felt Brad's hands inside her shirt. They were sliding across her ribs. She pushed herself down onto his throbbing erection. Sherry looked into Brad's eyes.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she moaned.

A grin spread across Brad's face as his hips began thrusting against her. Sherry kept staring at him as his cock penetrated deep into her body. He felt so much better than any of her toys. His cock was warm and hard. She loved the way it felt. Sherry pulled her shirt up enough to expose her breasts and then grabbed Brad's wrists and pinned his arms above his head. She raised and lowered her hips, riding Brad as best she could in the confined space of the car.

"What would your wife say if she knew you were fucking me right now?" Sherry asked.

Brad's response was an unintelligible moan.

"She would tell you to save something for her, wouldn't she? When you finish with me are you going home to fuck your wife?"

Brad moaned again as he half-heartedly struggled against her grip. Sherry found she liked being the other woman. She wondered if it would be different if Charlotte was not encouraging her husband to have an affair. Sherry doubted she could have sex with Brad if it would hurt her friend. She certainly understood why Charlotte was pimping Brad out to her. He was insatiable. Her musings were interrupted by the tingle of her slowly building climax. She leaned forward just enough for Brad's mouth to touch her breast. She knew he would not be able to resist wrapping his lips around her swollen nipple. Brad was surprised to feel his orgasm building. After so much sex today it was amazing that he had anything left. Sherry's aggressive behavior certainly helped. Having her large tits bouncing in front of his face as she rode his cock also helped. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, eliciting a moan of appreciation from Sherry's lips. Brad stopped thrusting and let Sherry take over. She felt hot and wet. The truth of the matter was Brad had been a little annoyed when his wife arrived home early and prevented him from fucking Sherry earlier. The sex with his wife had been fantastic, but it did not fully satisfy him. Brad realized he had not just been horny when he awoke; he had been horny for Sherry and her big tits.

Brad took his mouth off Sherry's breast, "Yes, ride my cock, fuck me hard and make me come."

He always felt a bit silly talking dirty. The words sounded much more arousing in his head. Regardless of what he thought, it seemed to encourage Sherry. She started to grind against him. He could feel her clenching down on his cock. She leaned forward a bit more, forcing her nipple into his mouth. Sherry did not spend much time analyzing what Brad said. It was the thought that counted. He wanted her, and that is all she needed to know. She pushed her hips down, forcing as much of Brad's erection as she could into her body. The thick shaft stretched her labia apart. When Brad's lips touched her breast again her orgasm engulfed her like a fog.

The feeling of euphoria slowly spread over her entire body. She was vaguely aware of Brad moaning that he was climaxing and of his cum jetting into her body. Sherry collapsed onto Brad and kissed him softly on the mouth.

"Still going to work out?" She asked.

"I guess so, I certainly don't feel like sleeping," he replied.

"Can I watch?"

"Sure, but I'm swimming laps. I don't think it will be very exciting." Brad answered.

Sherry crawled back into the driver's seat and put her shorts on before starting the car. She parked next to the front door and followed Brad into the gym. She wondered in the attendant at the front had noticed any of their parking lot antics. The attendant at the front desk greeted them with a suspicious look. Brad had spoken with her a few times before. Her name was Amanda and she was one of the personal trainers at the club. She was going back to school and worked nights at the front desk because she could study while she worked. He wondered what Amanda thought of him showing up a three in the morning with a woman that was not his wife. 

They exchanged pleasantries and Brad grabbed towel and headed towards the pool. Sherry grabbed a towel of her own; half expecting the woman at the desk to say something about Sherry's lack of a swimsuit. They had the club to themselves; the only noise was the hum of the ventilation system. Brad stripped off his shirt and shoes and jumped into the pool. Sherry spread her towel out on the deck and watched him start his laps. After a few minutes she walked to the end of the pool and crouched down. Brad stopped and looked up at her.

"Can I do something for you?" he asked.

"You can lose the swimsuit," Sherry replied.

"I'm pretty sure there is a rule about that."

"Give it to me, if I see someone approaching I will throw it to you," Sherry replied.

Brad grinned, "You take your shorts off as well and it is a deal."

"You first," Sherry insisted.

Brad untied the drawstring and pulled his swimsuit down. His cock was already getting hard again.

"Does that thing ever stay soft?" Sherry asked.

"Not when you are around," he answered, handing her his suit.

Sherry stood for a moment and slipped her shorts off, then sat down with her feet in the water.

"Okay, back to swimming," she chided.

For this lap he used a breast stroke. Brad wondered if Sherry would appreciate his choice. The sensation of water rushing past is erection was a bit unusual, but he quickly became accustomed to it. At the end of the lane he flip turned and swam the entire lap back underwater.

Sherry watched Brad swimming away from her. The water distorted her view of his body. She was happy he chose a stroke that did not have a lot of splashing that would have obscured her view completely. He was halfway down the pool before she realized he was using a breast stroke. Sherry peeled her shirt off, exposing her tits. When she looked back at the pool she could see Brad approaching like human torpedo. He broke to the surface right in front of her. He looked surprised to see her completely naked.

"I decided I want to swim a few laps myself, so you get to be the lookout" she said.

Brad boosted himself out of the pool and sat on the deck. Sherry jumped in and used the back stroke for her first lap. She could feel Brad's eyes on her tits as she swam away from him. She had noticed his cock was still hard when he jumped out of the pool. Sherry decided she would have to take advantage of his readiness. She swam a few more laps to see what each stroke felt like naked. It was not very different that with a suit on. She enjoyed the butterfly the most. The feeling of the water splashing against her tits was exhilarating. After her fourth lap she had come up with a plan. She would get Brad to put in a few more laps while she worked out the details.

At first he had been nervous about sitting naked on the edge of the pool. Watching Sherry's naked body distracted him and after a few minutes he was not concerned at all. Much to his surprise Brad noticed his hand was on this cock, absently stroking it as he watched Sherry's ass kicking away from him. She swam back to him and pulled herself out of the pool. The cool water made her nipples stand out more than usual.

Brand slipped back into the water. He started his lap with the back stroke, occasional lifting his head to catch a glance of Sherry sitting at the end of the pool. Somehow his cock was still erect and he intended to put it to good use. When he reached the end of the pool he flipped turned and switched to the breast stroke to return. He stopped at the edge of the pool and stood up. Brad pulled Sherry into the water and wrapped his arms around her. Her breasts flattened against him as he lowered his head to kiss her. Brad felt her warm flesh pressed against his throbbing erection. Without breaking the kiss Brad scooped Sherry up in his arms. As he walked towards the exit stairs Brad grabbed Sherry's shorts from the side of the pool. He crossed the pool deck and opened the door to the steam room.

Sherry was surprised when Brad grabbed her. Seeing Brad's cock on display when he was swimming the backstroke had stoked the embers of her desire. The moment they entered the steam room she began to sweat. Brad gently set her feet on the floor stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her. One hand caressed her breast, the other reached between her legs as he kissed her on the neck. She felt his erection nestle between her ass checks. The atmosphere in the steam room was a drastic change from the cool water of the pool. Brad felt Sherry's wet body slipping against his. Her breast was slick with a combination of water from the pool and sweat from being in the steam room. She was slick between her legs as well, but for a completely different reason. Slowly he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding the shaft of his cock between her ass cheeks and rubbing the head of his dick against the small of her back. Feeling her ass, pussy and tits all at the same time was inching him towards another climax. Part of him wanted to cover her ass with cum but most of him wanted to be inside her again. Everything about her body said she wanted to be fucked again. Her nipples were swollen and erect and her pussy was dripping wet. When Brad put his hands on her shoulders and pushed them down Sherry did not resist. She put her hands on the bench and gripped it tightly. The unmistakable feeling of Brad's thick cock sliding into her body made Sherry moan with pleasure. He stroked her breasts as he slowly pushed his erection into her. Each time he penetrated her he went a little bit faster and thrust a little bit harder. Sherry felt his hands slide back to her hips as he began to ram his dick into her. Each time he fucked her she heard his hips slapped against her ass. Each time his cock filled her she felt her breasts jump forward. In the glass door to the steam room Brad could see the image of himself and Sherry as a reflection. He could see her pendulous tits swinging back and forth as he battered her pussy with his cock. He looked down at her and watched the shaft of his cock emerge from her pussy and then disappear again. He had been well on his way to orgasm from just feeling Sherry in his hands. Now that he was inside her he was struggling to hold his climax back. Brad held her tightly so she did not fall over as he shoved his cock into her with all his strength. She was quietly whimpering as he pounded against her over and over. Finally he could not hold back any longer and his orgasm gushed into her. The intensity surprised him. He had climaxed so many times in the past day that he did not think he had anything left. Brad did not know if the extensive exposure to naked women had put his production of cum into overdrive or if he had some hidden reserve of it in his body, but his cock jerked repeatedly as he filled Sherry with a surprisingly large amount of cum. For the first time in a while Sherry felt like a slut. In her mind that was not a bad thing, it was just another word for promiscuous. Most of the men she knew were sluts, and the ones that were not strived to become sluts. 

Before Brad she had been in something of a sexual drought. Sherry had experienced more orgasms in the past day than she did in a month. She knew there would be something of a price to pay in the way of some aches and pains. Even though Brad had not brought her to climax with his most recent efforts she had thoroughly enjoyed getting fucked by him. The moment he extracted his waning erection from her she felt his cum running down her thighs. She wondered how he produced so much of the stuff. The heat of the steam room was making her light headed. She lay down on one of the benches. Brad got on his knees next to her and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I don't think I have ever had that many orgasms in a single day. I'm going to call this a personal best," he said boastfully.

"I think I made it to four in a day when I first discovered vibrators, but three is pretty good," she replied.

Brad ran his hand along her body, sliding it between her sweat covered breasts, "Well, it would be rude of me to take more than I give." Sherry looked at Brad's penis. It was still swollen but was no longer erect, "I think you are done for today."

Brad moved his hand further down Sherry's naked body. His fingertips rested just above her wet slit, "Oh, I'm sure there is something I can do." Brad seized Sherry's wrists and pulled them below the bench. He bound them together by fashioning a restraint with her shorts. Brad looked at Sherry. He could see her nipples beginning to swell again. The temptation to pinch them between his fingers was irresistible. Sherry moaned as he tugged on her breasts. Brad moved to the end of the bench Sherry was lying on and spread her legs apart. She offered token resistance. He knew he should be spent but could not resist the lure of her naked body. The disheveled appearance of her body only made her more attractive. He ran his fingers over her labia. Her skin was wet and sticky. Brad paused, waiting for her to discourage him. Hearing only a soft moan he slid two fingers inside her. His flaccid cock jerked but did not rise. As he moved his finger in and out of her a delightfully wet sound filled his ears. Brad leaned forward putting his head between her legs. It did not matter to Sherry if she climaxed again. She realized that telling Brad to stop would be a pointless debate. He would stop if she told him to but she saw no reason to deny him.




The Affair Episode 03



"You like playing with my cunt," she moaned. She was surprised to hear those words slip past her lips. Normally she avoided the "c word", but it seemed to go with her slutty behavior and the wet sound of Brad finger fucking her. She felt his fingertips stroking her G spot and her body began to tingle. Maybe she would tie her personal best after all. When she felt Brad's tongue swirl around her clit she spoke.

"You don't have to do that," she protested weakly.

"I want to do this," Brad replied. Oral sex was nothing new to Brad. He had put his head between Sherry's legs twice earlier in the day. But this was different. She smelled like sex. She looked like sex. The combination of seeing, hearing, smelling and feeling Sherry's well fucked body was almost overwhelming. Brad's cock ached to be inside her but did not have the strength to stiffen. Brad felt his mouth being drawn to her body. He kissed her along the inside of her legs as he continued to press his fingers inside her. When she began to thrust her hips towards him he brushed his tongue against her clit. She convulsed in response. Brad licked her again but this time he slowly ran his tongue along the entire length of her pussy. Her response was the same but with increased intensity. The tingle had spread over her entire body and was growing stronger. Sherry struggled to free her hands. Her breasts ached to be touched and Brad seemed to be preoccupied with her pussy. Two of his fingers slid in and out of her. She could feel his knuckles pressed against her ass when he buried his digits in her wet slit. She felt his lips and tongue all over her labia and clitoris. She could not believe what he was doing. She had tried to resist but he had slipped between her sweat cover thighs and pried her legs apart. Now his face was buried in her pussy. One of his hands grasped her breast and squeezed it roughly. Then he shoved it up towards her face. Without even thinking about it her tongue darted out and flicked against her swollen nipple. That simple act sent her reeling over the edge. Sherry felt herself being engulfed by her orgasm. She clenched down on Brad's fingers. He released her breast and wrapped his arm around her leg. She writhed with pleasure. Only Brad's grip kept her from falling off the narrow bench. The spinning sensation slowed and finally stopped. Brad untied her wrists and helped her stand up. The air from the pool area felt almost arctic compared to the heat of the steam room.

"We were probably in there way too long," Brad said.

"I'm not complaining," Sherry replied.

She watched as Brad used his towel to clean himself up. He pulled his shorts back on. It almost seemed odd to have him with clothes on. In the time they had spent together this day he had been naked more than he had been dressed.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," he said, turning towards the men's dressing room. "Don't," Sherry replied.

"You think I should go home... like this?" he asked.

"Absolutely,"

"I should go home to my wife smelling like sex. You really think that is a good idea?" Brad said incredulously.

"She won't say a word to you, but she will fucking love it. I think she wants to watch us. She won't, at least not anytime soon, but she does. The idea of you having sex with me turns her on," Sherry explained. Brad suddenly had a concerned expression on his face. He started to look around.

"Is something wrong?" Sherry asked.

"Do you think they have a camera in here?" he replied.

"They used to, but it kept breaking," Sherry said.

"How do you know?" Brad inquired

"I asked, in a roundabout way. I played the ' I'm a helpless woman ' card, and asked one of the staff what areas were covered by security cameras so I could make sure someone was keeping an eye on me when I was here late. They showed me every camera, even took me in the room where all the monitors are. There is nothing in the pool area. Between the heat, humidity and occasional volleyball game in the pool the cameras always broke."

Brad breathed a sigh of relief.

Sherry continued, "Not that is matters, I'm sure when you walked past Amanda smelling like sex and I walked past her with no bra on she figured out what was going to happen next."

"You think she noticed?" Brad asked.

"I'm sure of it. Women notice these things. She won't say anything. I think she is a little sweet on you."

"How sure are you she won't say anything?" Brad questioned.

"If she did not approve we would have been escorted out of here the second you took your swimsuit off," Sherry said.

Sherry pulled her shorts on and slipped into her T-shirt. The two of them walked out into the main gym area. It was noticeably colder than the pool area.

"Great, my nipples are getting hard again. Don't get any ideas," Sherry said.

Brad kept his eyes forward. He was pretty certain he could resist the allure of seeing the two bumps in Sherry's T-shirt but saw no reason to risk getting an erection in the middle of the gym. They walked past the front desk.

"How was your workout?" Amanda asked as they passed her.

"Amazing," Sherry replied.

"I'm exhausted," Brad added.

"Come back and see me, I mean us, soon," Amanda said with a knowing smile on her face. Brad tiptoed back into the bedroom. Neatly folded on his pillow were Charlotte panties and tank top. He looked his wife. She was lying on her side facing away from him, completely nude. Brad walked around the bed, never taking his eyes off her. Each step of the way he admired her body. Brad felt his cock straining to become erect. Just as Brad was in position to see Charlotte's perfect breasts she stirred and rolled over so she was face down. Although he was denied the sight of her breasts Brad was able to see every inch of her ass.

Brad walked back to his side of the bed, shedding his shorts as he did. He pushed the covers aside and slowly lowered himself into bed. Much to his surprise Charlotte put her head on his chest. He stroked her hair a few times. She was either sound asleep or doing a good job of faking it, because she did not stir. Brad listened to her soft breathing and then drifted off to sleep.

The sound of Charlotte moaning woke Brad. He opened his eyes just enough to see. The morning light was pouring in through the windows. Charlotte was wrapped around him like a vine. Her head rested on his right shoulder. He could feel her warm breath on his chest. Her right hand rested on her breast. Charlotte's left arm disappeared between their bodies. Brad could feel her arm twitching as she stroked herself. He could hear the faint sound of Charlotte's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Brad's cock snapped erect so quickly he thought it would crack like a whip. Seeing Charlotte masturbate was a rare and unexpected thrill. He closed his eyes and feigned sleep, not wanting to interrupt her.

A grin spread across Charlotte's face as she realized Brad was finally awake. She had brought herself to climax once before about an hour earlier and he did not stir a bit. She had drifted off to sleep after her orgasm and awakened horny. She did not know if it was sleeping nude, or having the windows open or the way Brad smelled, but her arousal seemed unquenchable. She thought about climbing on top of her husband and fucking him fast and hard. She decided to finish what she started; Brad was obviously enjoying the show. 

Brad slowly opened his eyes when he heard his wife's breathing slow down.

"It's about time you woke up. I was about to start using a vibrator," Charlotte said with a lustful grin.

"I thought it would be rude to interrupt..." Brad replied.

Charlotte interjected, "Shut your lying mouth. You were getting off listening to me."

"Guilty," Brad replied.

"Did you go over to Sherry's and fuck her, or did she come into my house?" Charlotte asked with mock anger.

"Actually she met me at the gym..." Brad replied.

Charlotte pressed her wet finger to Brad's lips, "Say no more, the story will be much better when she tells it."

As his wife straddled him Brad sucked her finger into his mouth. He winced as she rubbed her pussy against his erection.

"Did you overdo it yesterday?" she asked.

"Apparently so," Brad answered.

"Don't expect any sympathy from me. You are my husband and if I want to fuck you I will. It's not my fault you were out all hours screwing my friend," Charlotte said with a big grin. Despite her words Brad knew Charlotte was turned on by his affair with Sherry. He winced as she grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs. The warm and wetness of her pussy made him forget all about being sore. Brad lay motionless as Sherry pinned his arms down and began to grind against him. The movements of her hips made her breasts jiggle. Normally the sight of her tits bouncing up and down was an express ticket to an orgasm, but in his exhausted state Brad was able to delay it. As Charlotte impaled herself on his erection Brad could feel his climax building. Each time he felt the head of his dick split her labia apart he inched closer to orgasm. Each time she ground her clit against him it took more effort to hold back the torrent of cum. When Charlotte's skin began to flush red and she started to whimper Brad realized he was approaching the point of no return.

With a loud sigh Charlotte collapsed onto Brad's chest. The intensity of her orgasm had surprised her. It being the third she thought it would drift over her like a summer shower, pleasant but unremarkable. Instead the feeling of Brad's throbbing erection had caused her climax to hit her like a thunderstorm. Her body did not just tingle all over, instead it convulsed as lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her. As the euphoria of her orgasm cleared away Charlotte collapsed onto her husband.

"I'm done," she moaned.

Abruptly she felt herself being rolled over. Brad was on top of her and his rock hard cock penetrated into her exhausted body. The embers of her orgasm began to glow, fanned back to life by Brad's powerful thrusts. 

Brad was still struggling to hold back his climax when Charlotte collapsed to him. As he regained the reigns of his orgasm Brad put his arms around his wife and rolled her onto her back, never letting his erection leave her body.

"You wanted to get fucked, you should be careful what you wish for," Brad growled as he slid his hands under Charlotte's thighs. 

He lifted her limp legs up and pushed her knees toward her head until her hips lifted off the bed. Charlotte's shoulders slid across the sheets until her head rested against the headboard. Brad spread her legs apart until he could clearly see her impaled on his cock. Then he began to drive his hips hard against her. A quiet moan escaped her lips each time he rammed his dick into her. Brad felt control slipping away again.

The headboard forced her chin downward. The position forced her to watch Brad's cock stretching the lips of her pussy apart. It was something she had never seen. Charlotte found the sight unexpectedly erotic. Her orgasm had grown from a spark to a raging inferno in a matter of minutes. She was immobilized by the awkward position Brad had forced her into. She did not have the strength to resist him. The ferocious pounding, the utter exhaustion, the raw carnal sight of seeing herself being fucked hard all fueled her orgasm into a firestorm that consumed her. 

Brad paused when he saw tears streaming down Charlotte's face. The second he stopped she begged him to keep going. As he resumed ramming his cock into Charlotte's wet slit she spat out a string of profanity to encourage him. This was a side of his wife he had never seen before, and he liked it. The combination of sights and sound pushed Brad over the edge. Every bit of cum that was left flooded into Charlotte. Even after the last drop shot out of him, Brad's cock continued to jerk as the climax went on. Finally his strength left him. He dropped Charlotte's legs and lay down beside her. He kissed her gently on the lips.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied with an unsteady voice.

"Why are you crying?" Brad inquired.

"I've never cum that hard. I just lost control. It was amazing." She said, her voice returning to normal. "I'm glad you are okay."

Charlotte draped her arm over Brad's chest and the two of them drifted off to sleep.



The Affair Episode 04



Thanks to my editor Cheer_smartie526, this story was a lot more work that I thought it would be.

This series is intended to be like a TV series, you can start on any story and it should make sense, but is better if you start from the begining. That said, this one is closely tied to the one that follows it. Enjoy the story.





Brad glanced around the hotel lobby furtively. For the first time it felt like he was having an affair. He checked his phone again for a text message from Sherry. There was no change from the last time he checked, less than a minute earlier. This was the first time they had used a hotel, and Sherry had chosen a nice one. There were not very many people in the lobby, which is what he expected for a mid week morning. It appeared to mostly be business travelers. Brad wondered if anyone else in the lobby was there for the same reason he was. 

Sherry spotted Brad fidgeting in the lobby. She looked at the clock on the wall and decided she was fashionably late as she strode across the lobby, the heels of her boots clicking loudly on the tile floor. It got Brad's attention, and the attention of several of the other men that were waiting to check in. Sherry was dressed professionally, but at the same time provocatively. Her skirt was short enough to show a little leg and her leather boots followed the contours of her calf muscles perfectly. The shirt she was wearing accentuated her large breasts. She knew she couldn't compete with the twenty-something blonde behind the desk, but she didn't have to. She only wanted to impress one man, and he was already staring at her.

"I've already arranged for a meeting space," Sherry said to Brad as she walked up to him, "please follow me."

Sherry turned abruptly as Brad began to stand. Today she was going to indulge herself a bit. Since Brad and Charlotte seemed to be getting what they wanted out of the arrangement, Sherry saw no reason why her needs, wants, and desires couldn't be addressed as well. Not that she had any complaints. Brad had proven more than capable in their sexual escapades. Sherry somewhat pitied the men that asked her out on dates. With Brad satisfying her carnal desires she was unlikely to indulge in a one night stand. She found herself being very selective about whom she hooked up with. So far none had equaled Brad's abilities in the bedroom.

As he followed Sherry across the lobby Brad found himself smiling. He wondered if anyone there knew what he and Sherry were about to do. Brad had always wondered about the people around him; where they were going, what they were doing. Sometimes he made up stories about them when he was stuck standing in line or waiting for some service to be completed. He wondered what stories people made up about he and Sherry.

Much to their disappointment they had company in the elevator. Sherry discreetly slipped a room key into Brad's pocket, and then stepped off the elevator one floor below the room she had reserved for them. She enjoyed the espionage; trying to be secretive about their affair spiced things up and made everything more exciting. The moment the elevator doors closed she headed towards the stairs. It would be good to have her heart rate up when she arrived at the room.

The room was nice. The most notable feature was the floor to ceiling windows. Brad noticed Sherry had left a small duffle bag in the room. It was zipped shut. He picked it up by the handles, trying to guess its contents by the weight of the bag. In one of the outside pockets was a paperback copy of the book Fifty Shades of Grey. He had just set it down when Sherry walked in. Brad suspected he knew the contents of the bag.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little guilty about today," Sherry said as she approached.

"Why?" Brad asked.

"Usually Charlotte gets the first crack at you, but we are meeting pretty early today. Leaving your wife sloppy seconds doesn't seem right," she confessed.

"She had her chance this morning and politely declined. Charlotte likes sex, but once every few days is enough to keep her satisfied," Brad explained.

"Really, so she does not seem to be jealous?" Sherry asked.

"I wouldn't say jealous, but she does have a competitive streak in her. I think she has upped her game a bit because of you."

Sherry was suddenly intrigued, "Really, how so?"

"It's little things. She is starting to talk dirty, which is great. She also had been willing to get a bit rougher. Basically she letting her bad girl out to play just a little bit," Brad answered.

"You know, Charlotte told me about how you two have tied each other up. Based on what I am hearing from both of you I think it can go a bit farther," Sherry said with a seductive grin.

"Oh really," Brad replied.

"Yes, really," Sherry said as she walked to the large window and drew the curtains back. The view was impressive. The hotel was on the edge of downtown, so there were no tall buildings to block the cityscape outside the window.

"So you plan on tying me up?" Brad inquired.

"Oh yes, and then some. The one thing I'm not going to do is let you come. That is something I want your wife to take care of."

"I think I can handle both of you," Brad said, almost bragging. He felt like he had managed to perform quite well for both Sherry and Charlotte.

"You have, that's not the point. You are going learn about delayed gratification today, and then pass that lesson on to your wife. Well, that and I still feel a little guilty," Sherry explained. She suspected Brad's biggest challenge would be with Charlotte. He was quite eager to please, and Sherry wasn't sure he could deprive his wife of anything.

"So where do we start?" Brad asked.

"Right here," Sherry answered, "I want you to stand in front of me with your back to the window."

As expected, Brad quickly complied. Sherry retrieved the duffle bag. She noted that it had moved.

"Not where I left you, " she mumbled to herself.

"What's that?" Brad asked.

"Oh, Checkout is at eleven tomorrow. The kids can have sleep over at my place if you and Charlotte want to spend the night here," she replied.

Brad smiled. It would be nice to spend the night out. It wasn't unusual for the kids to sleep over at one place or the other. He often wondered what Sherry did on her nights alone. He knew that a few times it had been for work or a girl's night out. He suspected that other times were spent with other men. 

Sherry stood in front of Brad and put her arms around his waist.

"I think you can lose the pistol for now, the zombie apocalypse isn't going to start today," she said when her hand encounters a lump on his hip. Brad removed his pistol from its holster and set it on the table.

"SIG 227," Sherry observed, "When did you switch to a .45? If I didn't know better I would say you were compensating for something."

Brad smirked and watched Sherry open the bag. The first thing she pulled out was a leather collar with metal rings on it. She put it around his neck. Next she extracted a pair of handcuffs. One at a time she placed his wrists behind his head and closed the metal cuffs. Brad couldn't see them, but somehow the handcuffs were attached to the collar.

Sherry paused. She wasn't done restraining Brad, but this was enough for now. She stood in front of him, her tits lightly pressed against his chest. Her hands found his belt buckle. She unfastened it and pulled the belt out then dropped it on the ground. Next she unbuttoned his pants and let them fall away. She hooked her fingers inside his underwear and pulled them to the floor, pausing to run her tongue down the length of his erection.

"You are mooning the city," Sherry said with a wry smile.

Brad blushed slightly, not sure if anyone could actually see him from the outside. The warm wet feel of Sherry's tongue had left him aching for the feel of her lips on his cock.

"So now what?' he asked.

"A lot of things," Sherry replied, "but your orgasm is not one of them. If you come I shall be quite cross. I want you to save that for your wife today. I, however, am under no such restriction. You are going to learn about delayed gratification. I'm going to focus on immediate satisfaction. Do you understand?"

As she was talking Sherry was shedding her clothes. She carefully removed each item. She hung her shirt on the back of a chair. After she released her ample bosom from the confines of her lacy white bra she folded the undergarment neatly and set it on the desk. She unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, noting the smile on Brad's face when he noticed she had not been wearing underwear. She left her calf high black leather boots on. Reaching into her duffle bag she produced a riding crop. Sherry swung it back and forth a few times, creating a whooshing sound. The expression on Brad's face didn't change; he still looked at her with burning lust in his eyes.

"There are a few things I think Charlotte wants you to do, although I doubt she realizes it. The first is she wants you to come in her mouth," Sherry said as she slapped the riding crop against her naked thigh.

"Every time I ask she says no," Brad responded.

"Don't ask, just do. Allow me to demonstrate. Get on your knees," Sherry tapped the back of Brad's leg with the leather crop and he immediately complied. Sherry placed the tip of the riding crop under his chin and forced his head to tilt back.

"But..." Brad started to say before being cut off.

"You are going to lick and suck on me until I come all over your face," she commanded. She put her hand on the back of Brad's head and pulled it towards her body. At the same time she thrust her hips forward.

Brad had never felt anything quite like this before. He had gone down on Sherry several times, but she had never been so aggressive about it. Sherry's hot, wet pussy ground against his mouth. At first he was overwhelmed. He felt the riding crop on his back and heard Sherry's voice.

"Suck, lick," she said sternly, "Make me come."

Brad ran his tongue along Sherry's labia. He wondered if this was what it was like to give a blowjob. He explored every wet fold of flesh he could reach. He wrapped his lips around Sherry's clit and sucked on it. She continued to thrust and grind against his face, coating him with her wetness. Her enthusiasm was contagious and Brad found himself pushing against her. His hands were still restrained behind his head. Sherry's bountiful breasts were just out of reach. He focused all his attention on the one part of her he could touch. He opened his mouth and sucked on the lips of her pussy. Sherry moaned in response. She tugged on his hair, pulling him in even tighter.

"That's it, don't stop," Sherry moaned, "I want to come all over your face, right there, right there, oh, that feels so good. Don't stop. Don't you fucking dare stop."

Brad had always tried to please Sherry, but it seemed even more imperative now. He didn't care who could see him in the window. He didn't care about his aching erection. His only concern was pushing Sherry to climax. He buried his tongue inside her as far as he possibly could. Her wetness flowed across his face and down his neck as she cried out. Sherry rammed her pussy against his face with such force Brad though he might be bruised, then she relaxed her grip on his head. He looked up at her heaving breasts. She pulled his head back, then leaned down and kissed him on the mouth.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yea, yea, that was great," he replied.

"I think Charlotte will like it just as much as you did," Sherry said, pulling Brad back to his feet.

Sherry took a step back and ran the riding crop against the inside of Brad's thigh, "Spread your legs and bend your knees a bit."

Perhaps the slightly uncomfortable position would dampen his arousal enough for him to contain his orgasm, Sherry thought as she looked at Brad. Sherry retrieved an item from her bag.

"I know how watching me turns you on, so I thought this might help you, uh, contain yourself," she said, waving a sleep mask in front of Brad's face. She stretched the band around the back of his head, but left the mask just above his eyes. "We don't need it just yet, there is one more thing you need to see that might help ensure your wife gets what she is due."

Brad's arms were starting to go numb from being in the same position for so long, but he wasn't concerned. He watched Sherry bend over and pull something else out of her bag. She held it close to her chest.

She stood up and backed up until her body was pressed against his body.

"Still want to fuck me in the ass?" she asked, pressing her ass cheeks against his cock.

"Yeah," he eagerly replied.

"Still okay with my conditions? Are you still willing to take what you want to dish out?" she inquired as she pushed her hips back. Brad balanced precariously, trying to lean forward far enough to see Sherry's tits and whatever she was holding against them without tumbling over. 

She whirled around, "Let's find out." In her right hand was a small dildo; in her left was a bottle of lube. She was calling his bluff. Sherry stepped forward, pressing her swollen nipples into Brad's chest. She put her arms around him, letting the tip of the dildo rest against his ass.

"Still okay with this? It's not too late to back out," she offered.

Brad swallowed. He leaned his head forward just enough to see Sherry's butt.

"I'm okay," he replied.

The next thing Brad felt was the lube dripping onto his skin, just above his ass. The liquid flowed downward and Sherry rubbed the tip of her toy in the thin stream of liquid. He heard the lid snap shut and the bottle hit the floor. Sherry pulled the mask over his eyes, everything went dark. She began to kiss him on the chest slowly working her way down.

"How....about...I...suck...your...cock...at ... the ....same... time," she said, kissing and licking him between each word.

He could feel her breath on his erection. He could also feel her toy gently pressed against his ass. Sherry wrapped her hand around his rigid shaft.

"Yours is much bigger, I think I'm going to have to upgrade if this is going to be fair," she said.

Brad felt an intense vibration from every word she spoke. Not coming was going to be a serious challenge.

Sherry released Brad's dick and picked up her riding crop. Starting with Brad's right ankle she let the leather tip slide along his legs, following the contour of his muscles. When she reached the top she stroked his balls like she was painting them. Next she inched along his throbbing erection, using the riding crop to spread the pre-cum all over his engorged head. Sherry flipped the tip over before she traced her way down the other side of his rigid penis. 

She lifted it briefly, pressing the wet spot on the leather against her swollen nipple. When she pulled it away a string of precum stretched between her breast and the riding crop. 

Brad felt the tip resting against his hip, and she began to hit him with it. At first she was very gentle, but with each stroke she smacked him a bit harder. He didn't know what to think. Brad had almost completely forgotten about Sherry's toy. The riding crop had his full attention. By the time the crop struck his ribs the impact had started to sting a bit. The sensation dulled as she worked her way across his chest. The combination of hair and pectoral muscles cushioned the blows until the leather tip slapped against his nipple. It was like an electric shock, but in a good way. Brad moaned as the riding crop found its target over and over.

"Make this quick," Sherry whispered to herself as she lowered her mouth onto Brad's cock. She enjoyed giving Brad blowjobs almost as much as he enjoyed receiving them. True, she had never had an orgasm from sucking on a dick, but she did find the feel of a thick cock between her lips very arousing. Making herself stop before Brad came in her mouth was going to be a challenge.

As Brad's erection slipped past her lips Sherry slowly increased the pressure on her toy. She had a matching dildo she had used on herself. She wondered if Brad was enjoying the experience as much as she did. If the hardness of his cock was any indication he wasn't turned off by what she was doing. When the resistance to her pushing leveled off Sherry knew Brad had accepted the full diameter of the toy. She pulled it out slightly, and then slowly pushed it back in. That was the part she had enjoyed the most, the feeling of being penetrated.

The first thing that crossed Brad's mind when the dildo touched his ass was that he had to make an appointment for his annual physical. That thought quickly faded when Sherry wrapped her lips around his throbbing erection. He focused on the blowjob she was giving him until he felt his orgasm building. Then he shifted his attention to what she was doing to his ass. It would be just his luck that her oral skills would give him a Pavlovian response to having something in his ass. 

Brad felt the riding crop on his neck. He was amazed at Sherry's ability to multitask. Somehow she was fucking him with the dildo, sucking his cock and whipping him all at the same time. Unlike the blows to his chest, when the leather tip impacted his neck there was a noticeable sting. He realized he was approaching sensory overload.

"I...I...I'm getting close," he moaned. It was tempting to remain quiet and unload into Sherry's mouth, but then he wouldn't find out what else she had planned, and he didn't want to make her cross.

Sherry was relieved to hear Brad's admission that he couldn't take any more. Trying to do three things at once had taken some of the fun out the act. She dropped the riding crop and lifted her head off Brad's cock. The last thing she did was extract the toy from him. She wanted Brad to be very aware of what he was asking her to do for his pleasure. It was her intention that Brad understood that she wasn't his plaything. They were equals. His sacrifices needed to match hers, as did his pleasures. She tucked the toy into a pocket on her bag. For a moment Sherry hesitated, and then she reached in the bag and pulled out her own dildo and picked up the lube. She grabbed the riding crop and tucked it under her arm.

"How long can you stand me riding you cowgirl without coming?" Sherry asked as she put her hand on Brad's shoulder.

"With the blindfold and the handcuffs?" he asked.

"Yea, no point in you being comfortable or anything," she answered.

"I can handle it," Brad said as he moved his arms. His muscles were beginning to cramp, which detracted from his arousal.

"Three steps forward, then turn around and sit down," Sherry instructed. She watched Brad cautiously make his way across the room to the bed. He was frequently a bit on the timid side for her tastes. Sex was one of the few activities that brought out his adventuresome side. She put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a shove. He rolled over and landed flat on his back in the middle of the bed. He was right where she wanted him.

Brad felt a sense of relief when Sherry disconnected the handcuffs from his collar. He didn't mind that she attached them to something above his head. It felt good to have his arms stretched out. He felt her wrap something around each of his ankles. Like his arms, his legs were pulled tight.

After climbing onto the bed Sherry sat with her knees between Brad's legs. She set the dildo down and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the riding crop. Slowly she drew it out from under her arm. It gave her a sense of power, like she was unsheathing a sword. A stream of precum bubbled from the tip of Brad's erection. She swiped the tip of the crop against the head of his dick. Brad shivered in response.

"Are you still close?" Sherry asked.

"I'm good for now," Brad replied.





The Affair Episode 04



She pressed the moist leather flap to his lips, "I beg to differ. I told you to save this for your wife."

Brad accepted his punishment. Maybe he was a bit closer to coming than he had admitted. The smart thing to do would be to put the image of Sherry's naked body out of his mind and replace it with some dull technical manual from work. He couldn't do it. His brain refused to stop picturing her voluptuous breasts. Brad felt the leather tip of the riding crop begin to trace a line along his jaw, then down his throat. As she began to tap the crop against his nipples her thighs pressed against his hips. His brain quickly calculated the position of her pussy. It had to be close to his cock. The bed shifted as Sherry moved and suddenly her breast was pressed against his mouth. Brad parted his lips just enough to admit her swollen nipple. He rubbed the tip of his tongue against her stiff, wrinkled flesh.

Sherry set the riding crop on the bed. She supported her weight with one hand and cupped her breast with the other. As Brad kissed and licked one of her breasts, she pulled the other to her own mouth and did the same. It was a shame Brad couldn't see what she was doing, but probably for the best. Sherry knew how much Brad enjoyed watching her suck on her own tits. 

It wasn't long before the longing for a cock between her legs was unbearable. Sherry moved back just a bit and lowered her hips. She rubbed her clit along the lower part of Brad's stiff shaft, carefully avoiding the sensitive head for the time being. Sherry opened the bottle of lube and poured it onto her ass. She could feel the cool liquid running across her hot skin. She dropped the bottle and grabbed Brad's cock. Slowly she impaled herself on his throbbing erection until her clit rested against the base of his cock.

It was torture, Brad thought. She lavished a small part of his shaft with her heat and wetness, but at the same time denied him what he wanted most. He wanted to feel her stretch around the engorged head of his cock. She rubbed her breasts against his ribs. He craned his neck forward, trying to press his lips against her, but was again denied. He could tell by the sound of her breathing that she was very much enjoying herself. There was nothing delayed about her gratification. Even when she finally gave him what he craved she taunted him one last time. She held his erection in her hand and hovered a few millimeters away from him. He could feel the heat of her body but not the soft wet folds of flesh he so desperately desired. Finally she took him in, completely engulfing his erection with her body. He could feel her grinding against him, pursuing her own climax.

Sherry sat straight up and continued to grind against Brad. With one hand she cupped her breast and began to pinch and tug on the swollen nipple. It wasn't quite as enjoyable without Brad watching. Sherry missed the expression on his face when he watched her. She picked up the riding crop and pressed it against his neck.

"Don't you dare come," she said sternly.

With his entire erection buried inside her Sherry figured he had a chance. She knew what drove most men over the edge was penetration, and he certainly wasn't doing any of that. As the rigid shaft of his cock rubbing on her G spot and his pubic bone pressing on her clit she had more than enough stimulation. 

Each time she thought Brad was getting close she struck him with the riding crop. She started on his chest. Each subsequent strike moved towards more sensitive parts of his body. Sherry discovered that the spot just below his ear seemed to act like a reset button for his orgasm.

It was the moment of truth. Sherry picked up her dildo and stretched her arm out. Slowly she pressed the toy against her ass. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with her plan. After a few tentative thrusts she pushed the dildo in until she felt her ass accept the full girth of the toy. As she began to accommodate it she started to thrust it back and forth. Sherry held completely still with Brad's cock inside her. The only thing moving was the dildo. Her skin began to tingle all over. The muscles in her belly began to tighten. Then it happened. She came from being fucked in the ass.

Brad had never had sex quite like this. Sherry had restrained him in such a way that he was unable to do anything. He tried to thrust into her, but she had already taken him in as far as possible. The sting of the riding crop kept his climax at bay. With his arms and legs stretched tight he had no way to fuck Sherry, only be fucked by her. It was almost like he was there simply to be an eyewitness to her orgasm, except she'd blindfolded him as well! Her skin began to get hotter and hotter then her vagina clenched around his erection. Finally he felt a flush of heat and wetness all around his dick as she writhed and moaned with pleasure. For a few minutes she just lay on top of him, motionless except for her labored breathing. Finally she extricated herself from their odd non-embrace.

Sherry asked as she loosened Brad's restraints, "Did you enjoy that?'

"The fucking yes, the whipping, not so much," he replied.

"Think you can do that to Charlotte? Can you bend her to your will? Can you make her serve you?" Sherry asked.

"You think she would like it?"

"You did, and you didn't even have an orgasm," Sherry answered, "I will give you some time to think about it."

Brad felt Sherry leave the bed, and then he heard the shower running. Eventually the shower stopped. 

"I'm off to talk to your wife. Don't worry, I'm putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the door," Sherry said. Brad heard the door close. He listened closely, trying to see if Sherry was still in the room watching him.

Brad concluded he was alone, blindfolded and tied up. He also concluded he had the worst case of blue balls in the history of humanity. He began to think of what Sherry had suggested he do to Charlotte. Unilateral decisions were uncommon in his relationship unless it was a trivial or routine issue. Brad wondered if his wife would understand that by forcing his will on her he only desired to heighten her pleasure.

Brad envisioned the head of his cock resting on Charlotte's open mouth as thick streams of cum sprayed down her throat. He imagined another scenario where her lips were stretched around his erection as he came. In his mind's eye he saw a thin stream of cum leaking from the corner of Charlotte's mouth. Rationally he knew that the actual volume of semen was not enough to fill her mouth, but he found the thought of overwhelming her with his orgasm very arousing.

Brad ran through fantasy after fantasy, thinking of all the different ways he could dominate his wife. Brad thought through every detail. He considered using intricate knots, thick leather belts and even wide nylon straps. Visions of her on her knees with her mouth open, on her back with her legs spread and bent at the waist, tied to a chair all crossed his mind. He considered what implements he could use to discipline her. He had nothing else to do. 

A click and a whirring noise interrupted his fantasy. Suddenly his arms were no longer pulled tight. Brad removed the mask from his eyes. On the bed beside him was a note explaining how to release the rest of the restraints. He looked at the headboard. He was what was basically a remote control lock. Brad wondered if Sherry had built the device herself or had someone else do it. He read the rest of the note. It instructed him to get cleaned up and meet his wife in the hotel restaurant for a drink in thirty minutes. It also stated that housekeeping would be there to clean the room in thirty five minutes.

In the bathroom he found everything he needed to prepare for his date. Brad quickly showered, dressed and put away all the toys Sherry had left out. He exited the room with three minutes to spare.



The Affair Episode 05



Thanks to my editor cheer_smartie526 for all the help, and some great details that I shamelessly stole from her stories. 

This story should make sense even if it is the first one you are readying. It will make more sense if you read the one before it, and a lot more sense if you start at the beginning of the series. I hope you enjoy the story.





Charlotte looked at the two glasses of water on the table, and then glanced at her watch. Sherry was late. There were a lot of things that could make Sherry late. It could be traffic. It could be an unplanned family issue. It could be work. Or it could be that Sherry was busy fucking Brad, also known as Charlotte's husband. It wouldn't be the first time Brad had made Sherry late and Charlotte had only herself to blame. Charlotte had instigated the affair between Brad and Sherry so that Brad could fulfill all his sexual desires. Originally it had been to relive her guilt over not being able to match her husband's sex drive. So far the arrangement had worked out quite well. Brad had stopped hinting he wanted sex more often, and Charlotte was more that satisfied with his performance as a husband. Much to her surprise, Brad seemed to have plenty of performance for her even if he had been with Sherry earlier in the day. He swore he wasn't getting any help from modern medicine. Brad claimed it was Charlotte's trust and understanding of his needs that provided his sexual stamina. To top it all off the time that they did spend together was more enjoyable without Brad constantly hinting that he wanted to get home and have sex. Charlotte's contemplation of her situation was interrupted by Sherry's arrival.

Sherry sat down across from Charlotte, "Sorry I'm late, I had to tie up a few loose ends and it took longer than I thought it would."

"No problem, I've been entertaining myself thinking about the soap opera my life has become."

"Is our arrangement becoming a problem?" Sherry asked.

"No, no, not at all. I guess soap opera was the wrong way to say it. It's working out quite well. It's a bit unusual."

"And Brad is performing to your satisfaction?" Sherry inquired.

"Absolutely, although sometimes it's a bit weird knowing he was with you only hours before..."

"I know the feeling. There have been times that it has only been thirty minutes from us having a threesome," Sherry said with a laugh.

"I don't know how he does it at his age. I'm glad you are there to deal with all of his, uh, energy. Brad doesn't understand there can be too much of a good thing," Charlotte said. 

"I think he just paces himself. If he spends extra time on kissing and licking then I know he has been with you," Sherry said.

"The tip off for me is he smells clean, like he just got out of the shower," Charlotte replied, "although now that you mention it he does seem a bit less frantic." 

It occurred to Charlotte that she felt a bit relieved now that Brad was getting all the sex he wanted. Sometimes she felt a bit of guilt when she declined his advances. He always respected her desires, but she wished she had the energy to fulfill his longings. Having Sherry as a second shift was working out quite well for everyone involved.

Sherry nodded. The slight smell of soap used to be a tip off for her as well, but she had asked Brad to stop showering before coming to see her. The eau de Charlotte on him made their arrangement seem more exciting.

"So are you still at two out of three?" Charlotte asked, feeling like she was gossiping.

"Yes, I'm not ready to give Brad the hat trick. I'm still thinking about it." Sherry answered. The third item was letting Brad fuck her in the ass. Sherry wondered if Brad had told Charlotte about the conditions Sherry had placed on that item; but then again, she suspected that Brad didn't tell Charlotte anything about his extramarital affairs.

"I don't blame you," Charlotte commented.

"How about you, any thoughts of working your way through the list?" Sherry asked.

"Well, number one is out. My tits are not going to get any bigger. So he will always want you for that. Brad won't admit it, but I think he has a bit of a big breast fetish," Charlotte replied

"I would say he has a breast fetish, I don't know how much size has to do with it," Sherry said.

"I guess you are right, he's certainly not lost interest in the twins," Charlotte said with a laugh.

"Who calls your breasts the twins?" Sherry asked.

"I do, Brad sticks with anatomical terms, you know, breasts, tits, boobs and so on." Charlotte answered.

Sherry laughed as well, then continued her inquisition, "What about the rest of the list?"

"I have to admit the second one is actually starting to intrigue me. I don't think I could make Brad do for me what he did for you," Charlotte replied, blushing at the thought of spitting Brad's cum back into his mouth.

"I think deep down you want to swallow. I read somewhere that men see it as a sign you have accepted them completely. It may be a story someone made up to get more oral sex, but I guess it makes sense," Sherry said. She knew if Brad stopped giving Charlotte a choice his wife would swallow his cum and be happy about it. Sherry also knew that Brad would let Charlotte snowball him; there were very few things that would cause Brad to say no to his wife. She had told Brad the same thing ten minutes earlier, right before she left him tied up. He was about fifteen floors above her with nothing to do but think about getting Charlotte to swallow his cum.

"I don't know about that," Charlotte replied.

A guilty grin spread across Sherry's face, "Then I have a confession."

"What?"

"I may have led your husband to believe...well....," Sherry began to giggle. 

"Out with it!" Charlotte insisted.

"That you wanted him to do it," Sherry finally managed to explain.

"I'm not sure I'm going to allow that to happen."

"What if you didn't have a choice?" Sherry asked.

Charlotte put her hand her to her chest, "Whatever do you mean, dear friend?"

"What if you were tied up?" Sherry inquired

"Then I suppose I would just have to take it," Charlotte murmured. Brad had tied her up before, but the situation not flowed the way she expected it to. Perhaps it was time to try again. The thought of being powerless to stop Brad from fucking her face and filling her mouth with cum was surprisingly arousing.

Sherry pulled her phone out and tapped on the screen a few times, "Your husband is on his way to join you. I hope you have a happy Valentine's Day." 

"He texted you and not me?" Charlotte replied.

"Crap, I probably wasn't supposed to tell you. Try to act surprised when he shows up."

"Did you put him up to this?" Charlotte queried.

"Maybe, consider it my Valentine's gift to you," Sherry answered.

Charlotte's confusion showed on her face, "You are giving me my husband for Valentine's day?"

"No, I'm giving you a hotel room and free kid sitting, the husband is optional. You can use the room for whatever you want," Sherry said, hoping that her friend didn't do something unexpected.

"I'm sure you've put some ideas in Brad's head about all this," Charlotte replied.

"Who, me? I'm shocked that you would think something like that." Sherry gasped sarcastically.

Charlotte looked down at her glass of water. She picked it up and swirled the liquid around. Taking a deep breath she asked, "Do you still date other men?"

"Sometimes," Sherry answered.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Charlotte half whispered.

"Sure," Sherry replied.

"Do you sleep with them?"

Sherry laughed, and then said "Sometimes, although not as often now that I have Brad to relieve my frustrations with."

"What's it like?" Charlotte asked.

"Are you asking me what sex is like?" Sherry replied.

Charlotte rephrased her question, "What is sex like with someone other than Brad?"

"Usually not as good to be honest. It's unusual to find a partner as skillful, energetic and considerate as Brad. I usually get two out of the three. Are you thinking what's good for the goose is good for the gander?" Sherry said.

Charlotte blushed a deep crimson, "No, no, not at all. I was just wondering. Does Brad know he is sharing you with other men?"

"He's pretty smart, I'm sure he has figured it out. Are you sure you are not a little curious?" Sherry asked, intrigued by Charlottes sudden interest.

"I don't think I could, well, you know," she murmured.

"You don't think you could fuck another guy? What if Brad was there? Would that make it okay?" Sherry asked.

"You mean watching me have sex with someone else?"

"Or joining in, there's this thing called a threesome. Perhaps you've heard of it," Sherry said with a laugh.

"I'm not that adventurous yet, and honestly I'm not that horny. I couldn't keep up with Brad's desires. Two men would just be an overload," Charlotte explained.

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," Sherry responded.

"Okay, maybe I'm a little curious," Charlotte admitted.

"How about just one, that guy over there is kinda cute," Sherry said, nodding to a young man sitting alone at the bar.

"I couldn't possibly..." Charlotte stuttered, turning bright red.

"Would you like to hear about what you are missing out on?" Sherry asked.

"I won't stop you," Charlotte answered.

The two women leaned over the table and began to talk in hushed tones. Charlotte gasped and giggled as Sherry told her tales. To the casual observer it looked like two friends gossiping. A more thorough look revealed that both women's nipples were noticeably swollen under their shirts. Abruptly Sherry stopped talking and stood up.

"That will have to hold you for now, I need to go. You husband should be here in a few minutes," Sherry said as she tried to rearrange her shirt to hide her erect nipples.

"I hope you didn't wear him out, I'm pretty turned on right now," Charlotte replied.

Sherry just smiled, then turned and walked away.

Charlotte watched Sherry leave, noting that she stopped at the bar and said something to the bartender on her way out. Five minutes later Brad arrived and sat down.

"Here you are," the waitress said, setting a drink in front of Brad.

"I didn't order this," he said.

"The woman that just left did, she said to bring it over when you arrived," the waitress explained.

"What is it?" Brad asked.

"It's a mixture of advocaat, sparkling lemonade and lime juice, it's called a snowball"

Brad smiled and shook his head.

"She's still fucking other guys," Charlotte blurted out.

"What? Who?" Brad asked.

"Sherry. She has sex with other men. Did you know that?" Charlotte asked.

"I guess I did," Brad answered.

Charlotte continued her inquisition, "That doesn't bother you?"

"I don't think I have any right to tell her what to do," Brad replied.

Charlotte continued to press ahead with her questioning, "Doesn't it freak you out that you could be going down on her after she fucked some guy?" 

"I think she has a little more class than that, but that would be a little weird. Why are you suddenly so concerned? Are you having second thoughts about the arrangement?"

Charlotte grimaced. She wondered what Brad would say if she admitted to thinking about expanding the arrangement to include other men for herself. She wasn't completely convinced she even wanted to fuck another man, but Sherry had put the idea in her head and it wouldn't go away. She concluded that the topic required more thought before she brought it up with her husband. She rearranged her facial expression and said teasingly, "No, I'm just messing with you."

Brad nodded. From his first encounter with Sherry he had forced himself to think of her with other men. Initially he did it to immunize himself against the shock of running into her on a date, but recently the scenario he imagined was a threesome. Hearing Charlotte talk about it was actually kind of hot. Brad wondered if he could kiss Sherry after watching her suck another guy off. His train of thought was interrupted by Charlotte.

"I didn't realize this issue required such deep thought," she said.

"I guess I should think about it. Some day she might find Mr. Right and our little arrangement could come to an end," he replied, "but enough about her, let's talk about us." 

"Oh, so I get Sherry's sloppy seconds, are you sure you have something left for me?" she asked.

"She told you?" Brad replied incredulously. Sherry usually didn't say anything about their encounters.

"No. She just said she was late because she had to tie up a few loose ends. I'm guessing you were the loose end. Did she really tie you up?"

"I'd rather talk about tying you up," Brad said trying to change the subject.

First Charlotte felt aroused by the prospect of Brad tying her up, and then she blushed. She hunched her shoulders, trying to shift her blouse enough to cover her erect nipples. She wasn't certain she wanted to encourage Brad any more than Sherry already had. Charlotte didn't know it, but it was already too late. The die had been cast.

Brad reached across the table and grabbed Charlotte's wrist. His dick had been hard from the moment he saw his wife's mouth and began thinking about her lips wrapped around his cock. He had hoped they would talk about something boring like the weather and his erection would fade away. Instead her discussion of Sherry's sex life had only made him harder. He had to get her back to the room before he exploded, even if it meant walking through the lobby with a noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Let's go," he said insistently.

"But you haven't finished your drink," she replied.

Brad picked up the cocktail and drained it in a single gulp, then stood and practically pulled Charlotte out of her chair. He pressed his erection against her ass, partially to hide it and partially to let her know how excited his was.

"Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" Charlotte asked.

"Both," Brad answered, "guess which is bigger."

"Well," she whispered saucily, "unless you're packing an 88 magnum, I'd say that's your cock."

Brad put a tip on the table and they walked briskly towards the elevator. Charlotte pressed the call button. As they waited for the elevator to arrive she backed into Brad and began to grind her ass against his erection. She smiled when he took a deep breath. The door opened to reveal that they would be the only passengers. The moment the doors closed Brad pushed his wife to her knees.

"You know what I want," he growled.

Charlotte was shocked by his request, but she was more shocked by her response. She unzipped his trousers and pulled his throbbing erection out through the opening. Charlotte stroked him a few times and then wrapped her lips around the engorged head of his dick. If he had fucked Sherry he must have showered, she thought, his dick didn't taste like pussy. Brad put his hand on her head and pulled it onto his dick.

The elevator began to slow down, but they were not on their floor yet. Charlotte stood up and backed up against Brad, hiding his erection in the folds of her skirt. Just as the doors opened she pressed the button for the top floor. Charlotte wanted to have a reason for not getting off before the new passengers did. 

Two women entered the elevator. Charlotte wondered if either of them had ever given someone a blowjob in an elevator. Much to her relief they exited the floor before her own. When the doors opened again she saw Brad zip up his pants as he left the elevator. They practically sprinted to the room. After Brad shut and locked the door he walked over to the window. He paused just long enough to lift his shirt and remove his pistol from its holster and place it on the table, and then he sat down.

"When did you start carrying the 227?" Charlotte asked, slightly annoyed that he had something bigger than the G26 she carried in her purse.

"Come here," he said sternly, ignoring her question about his sidearm.

Charlotte stood in front of him.

"Now strip," he growled.

Charlotte began to causally unbutton her shirt.

"I didn't say take off your clothes, I said strip. There's a difference"

Charlotte stared into Brad's eyes. She smoothed her shirt over her breasts, pulling the material taut over her erect nipples. Brad grinned as she resumed unbuttoning her shirt. This time instead of looking down she didn't take her eyes off Brad. After she had unfastened the last button Charlotte slowly spread her shirt open. She rolled her shoulders and let the shirt slip about half way down her arms, and then she tucked her elbows behind her back and slowly bent over, presenting her cleavage to Brad like a present. She could see the bulge caused by his erection. She half expected him to tuck a dollar bill in her bra. As she stood up straight Charlotte lowered her arms and let her shirt fall to the floor. Turning away from Brad she suddenly realized the curtains were drawn back. The city spread out twenty five floors below her. Charlotte reached up and released the clasp on the back of her bra, then let it fall to the floor. She could see her bare tits reflected in the windows. She wondered if Brad could see them too. Next she slowly unzipped her skirt and wriggled her ass until the skirt joined her other clothes on the floor. Only her panties and shoes remained. Charlotte crossed her arms over her breasts and turned to face Brad. She could see the lust in his eyes. She didn't know what Sherry had done with him, but he clearly had plenty of energy and desire left for her.

The comment about stripping had been completely spontaneous. Brad half expected his wife to laugh it off. Instead she put on quite a show. Now she was standing in front of him in some very sexy panties and very high heels. His eyes were drawn to her cleavage. She crossed her arms over her nipples, taunting him by being without clothing but at the same time not naked. She stepped forward until she was standing right in front of him. Charlotte leaned over and extended her arms. Her breasts tumbled free and hung just in front of his face. Her hands rested on the back of the chair, just above his shoulders.

"How was that?" she asked.

"Very good," he replied. Brad took a moment to collect himself. It was tempting to just bend her over the chair and fuck her right there. Then everything he had thought about when Sherry left him tied and naked flooded back into his mind.

Brad smiled and said "Stand up, turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Charlotte felt rope winding around her wrists. No doubt Brad could tell her what kind it was, the tensile strength, the diameter and what it was made of. She only knew that it was smooth and thick enough that it didn't bite into her skin. Inch by inch her arm was swallowed up by the rope. All she could do was stare out at the city through her reflection in the window. The room was cold enough to raise goose bumps on her skin. It would have also made her nipples stiff, but being with Brad had already done that. At the same time she could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. The rope started at her wrists and went almost halfway to her elbow when she heard Brad speak.

"Kneel."

"Before Zod," Charlotte thought to herself. She slowly bent her legs and put her knees on the ground. Brad began to wind the rope around her ankles, slowly working his way up until the rope wound around her calf muscles. Charlotte recalled what Sherry had said and licked her lips.

It was a shame Charlotte couldn't see what he was doing; Brad thought has he completed tying up her legs. The knots were quite intricate and the sight of Charlotte's arms and legs confined was very arousing. Brad stroked her hair and then braided it into a bun, leaving her neck exposed.

He picked up the riding crop and placed the tip on Charlotte's shoulder. As he moved it towards her other shoulder Brad could see the hair on the back of Charlotte's neck stand up. He certainly had her attention. Next he stroked her neck with it, watching her reflection in the window. With the tip of the riding crop resting on her quivering lip he spoke.




The Affair Episode 05



"You are going to make me come right here," he said, tapping the leather against her mouth.

Brad kicked off his shoes and stood up. When he was standing in front of his wife he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, then slipped his boxer shorts off. He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it to Charlotte's mouth. She stared at him defiantly, keeping her lips tightly pursed together. There was no doubt in his mind that he would make Charlotte suck his cock until he came in her mouth.

The discussion with Sherry about blowjobs kept replaying in Charlotte's head.  She wondered if Sherry had put Brad up to this, or if he had decided to do it on his own. It didn't matter. It was pretty clear what he wanted. Charlotte wanted to please him, but at the same time she wasn't sure she wanted a mouth full of hot salty cum. She felt Brad's hand on her chin, pushing down, forcing her mouth open. Then his cock slipped past her lips.

"Very good, that's very very good," Brad moaned.

With one hand guiding his erection into Charlotte's mouth and the other gripping her hair to hold her head still Brad watched his wife swallow his cock. He loved the way her lips stretched around his dick. As he pulled it back out it glistened with her saliva. Brad pulled her head down, forcing his cock back into her. He moaned as she began to use her tongue. His balls were already aching to release their load.

Each time Brad pushed her head down onto his cock Charlotte almost gagged. She was trapped by the ropes that bound her arms and legs, she was unable to resist the way Brad bobbed her head up and down on his erection. For the first time she was aroused by giving a blowjob. Stopping wasn't an option; she knew Brad's cock would keep invading her mouth until he came. She watched it slip out of her mouth and retreat into the grip of his hand, then re-emerge and plunge between her lips again. Charlotte could taste the precum leaking out of Brad's erection. She tried to swallow it to get the taste out of her mouth. Unlike Sherry she didn't revel in the thought of Brad filling her mouth with cum, but she was excited to bring him pleasure.

Brad knew he wouldn't last much longer. He thought it only fair to at least warn Charlotte. 

"I'm going to come," he gasped.

Brad looked down at his wife. She had half his cock in her mouth. The sight of her lips wrapped around the shaft pushed him over the edge. He moaned loudly as his orgasm exploded. Charlotte's head snapped back like she had been slapped. Brad held on to her hair, keeping her from moving. The tip of his cock was resting on her lower lip and she had her mouth wide open. He could see cum pouring out of his dick and filling her mouth. His knees felt weak and his head was spinning.

To call it an eruption would be an understatement, Charlotte thought. The first jet of the hot, salty fluid splattered against the roof of her mouth. She reflexively pulled away from it, but Brad stopped her before she could get his dick out of her mouth. When she heard him moan she closed her lips around him and lowered her head. She suddenly wanted to suck him dry. Charlotte felt Brad stumble and catch himself as his cock jerked in her mouth. She swallowed every drop he offered her. When his penis finally slipped out of her mouth it was no longer the throbbing erection that Brad had been ramming down her throat. For a moment she wondered if she had gone too far. Maybe she had finally exhausted him. Then he reached down and put one hand on her throat. He tipped her head back with his other hand and pressed his mouth against hers. Brad kissed Charlotte passionately for almost a full minute before releasing her.

After he stood up Brad took a moment to steady himself. He had never felt so drained. His now flaccid penis still jerked with aftershocks of his orgasm. Slowly the details of his plan reassembled in his mind. He peered down at his wife. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat despite the cool temperature of the room. Her arms and legs were still bound and she had never looked more alluring. Brad mentally chastised his cock for not being hard again yet, and then he stepped behind Charlotte and picked up the riding crop. With the leather tip he touched Charlotte on the mouth.

"You made me come with your mouth," he whispered.

Charlotte couldn't deny the arousal she felt from bringing Brad to climax with only her mouth. Her breasts ached to be touched and her pussy longed for the full feeling of Brad's cock. She could sense him standing behind her, his eyes locked at her tits and swollen nipples. The riding crop moved from her lips to her jaw, and then down along her neck. She craved the sensation of being touched. Charlotte struggled against the ropes binding her just to feel something against her skin. Brad's warm breath flowed across the back of her neck.

"You know I'm going to fuck you, but not until you beg for my hard cock in your tight, wet cunt. Do you understand?" Brad whispered.

With a nod of her head Charlotte acknowledged Brad's demand. She suspected he had chosen his words carefully. He knew she didn't like the 'c' word. Only recently had she even tried talking about sex, telling Brad what she wanted.  He obviously enjoyed hearing what she said, even if it did sound ridiculous.

"Are you wet?" Brad asked.

Charlotte responded with an energetic nod. She wasn't quite ready to give in to his desire to hear her talk dirty. When the leather tip of the riding crop touched the top of her breast it sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. She pushed her chest forward, trying to increase the pressure, but Brad quickly withdrew the implement.

"Hold still," he instructed.

The next time she felt the riding crop it was just below her navel. Brad wedged it between her skin and her panties, pulling the garment away from her body so he could see the hair on her neatly trimmed mound.

"You are wet, your panties are drenched," he said as he let them snap back into place. The riding crop slowly traced a path up the center of her body, the rough edges of the leather patch dragging along her breasts as it passed through her cleavage. Charlotte wondered if Brad's erection had returned. She wanted to push her hips back and feel it against her ass, but she complied with his directive to hold still.

With only an occasional glance in the window to check his progress, Brad caressed Charlotte's breasts with the riding crop. Even standing behind her Brad could picture the gentle slope of her tits as he moved the tip closer and closer to her erect nipple. He looked at her reflection just long enough to make sure he taunted her by dragging the riding crop a fraction of an inch from the erect amber bumps on her chest. His cock struggled to rise. Brad was in no rush to fuck Charlotte; he was thoroughly enjoying toying with her breasts.

She wondered if it was too soon to start begging for his cock. Charlotte wanted her husband to fuck in the worst possible way, but a nagging voice in the back of her head told her to make him wait. Don't give in to him yet, the voice said. A quiet moan escaped her lips as Brad lifted one of her tits with the riding crop. In the years they had been married her boobs had lost some of their perkiness, but Brad's interest never declined. The sensation of the smooth leather tip sliding across her skin was turning her on much more than she expected. If her hands had not been tied behind her back she would be pinching and tugging her nipples.

When Brad appeared in front of her he was completely naked. He cock was fully erect and Charlotte wondered if he was going to make her suck it again. Instead he sank to his knees and looked into her eyes. The tip of the riding crop pressed against the bottom of her chin. As the pressure increased Charlotte raised her ass off her legs. She felt the riding crop moving along the inside of her thigh. When it reached the apex of her legs Brad moved it back so it touched her ass. She wondered if Brad saw the longing in her eyes as he taunted her. When the riding crop had gone down her other leg Brad moved it to the back of her thigh. She felt it slide over the curve of her ass and come to a rest in the small over her back. The entire time Brad had been staring deep into her eyes. His mouth twisted into a seductive grin and he began to kiss her. 

Much to Brad's disappointment, the padded handle of the riding crop absorbed the sensation of touching Charlotte's body. He was vaguely aware of the contours and curves, but missed the nuances of touching her. What he missed most was the subtle dip between her ass cheeks. For now the riding crop had done its job, bringing his wife to a heightened state of arousal. Brad leaned forward and kissed Charlotte on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, and he quickly moved on to her cheeks, jaw, ears and neck. When he leaned forward Brad planted the handle of the riding crop on the floor, using it to help him balance. The shaft of the toy nestled between Charlotte's ass cheeks as Brad's lips moved to her shoulders. With the fingertips of his free hand he lightly stroked her naked breast.

Charlotte could feel the rumblings of her approaching orgasm build as Brad's lips progressed on a meandering path from her neck to her breasts. Just the feel of his warm breath cascading over her skin made her tingle all over. Brad began to kiss one breast and caress the other with his hand, but he carefully avoided any contact with her swollen nipples. Charlotte could feel the material of her panties against her clit. She was certain the fabric was soaked through and dripping onto the floor.

The feel of Charlotte's tits was one of Brad's weaknesses. He suspected he spent too much time kissing, licking, sucking, stroking and caressing his wife's breasts, but he simply couldn't help himself. Brad was convinced that there was a way to bring both of them to climax by touching only Charlotte's breasts. Brad looked to the side as he pitched his wife's nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugged on it. The soft whimper that escaped her lips was music to Brad's ears. He engulfed her breast with his mouth and circled her stiff nipple with his tongue. Brad could feel every detail of her flesh has he probed her.

It was almost unbearable being this close to climax, Charlotte thought. It was time for the delightful torture to end, but the flood of endorphins in her brain had muddled her memory. Charlotte had forgotten what she was supposed to say to make her husband fuck her.

"I want you inside me," she groaned. 

Brad couldn't tell if his wife was trying to match his teasing with some taunting of her own or if she had forgotten what he had insisted she say. Despite his aching cock he decided to toy with her a bit longer. Brad pinched her nipple between his fingers and pulled the skin tight.

"Please, please fuck my pussy, I want to feel your cock..." Charlotte begged.

Brad released Charlotte's breast. Then he reached down and grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them up. He heard her gasp as the material rubbed against her clit.

As she balanced on the precipice of climax the words she had been straining to recall popped into her head.

"I want your hard cock in my tight, wet cunt. I want to fuck you till we both come," Charlotte cried out triumphantly.

Brad rose up and put his hands on her shoulders. He spun her around until she was facing the chair he had sat in while she stripped for him. With a gentle shove he pushed her forward until her shoulders rested on the edge of the chair. As he has retreated Brad dragged his fingers along her body, caressing her breasts and ribs. Finally they came to a rest on her hips. Brad hooked his fingers under her panties and pulled them mid way down her thighs.

The sight of his wife's ass gave Brad pause. He wanted to feel her hot wet pussy with his mouth, but he had an urgent need to be inside her. Brad grabbed his erection and guided it between her legs. Brad felt her flow around him the moment the head of his cock penetrated her labia. Bit by bit he filled Charlotte's cunt.

"Fuck my cock," Brad said once he had buried his entire shaft inside his wife. He was calling her bluff and making her carry through with her ad lib.

With her arms and legs still bound and Brad's cock impaling her Charlotte didn't have a lot of options. She started by flexing her hips, rubbing her labia against the rigid shaft of Brad's cock. Then she began to rock back and forth. She could feel every inch of his throbbing erection is it slid in and out of her pussy. When the flared head of his cock was stretching her labia she pushed back, once again taking in his entire length.

"I'm going to fuck you with my cunt, my hot, wet cunt," Charlotte whispered, forcing herself to enunciate every word. Just saying the word cunt made her feel wicked.

Brad reached forward and pressed his fingers against Charlotte's tits. He slowly dragged his fingers over her breast until he felt her swollen nipple. He pinched them between his finger and thumb and tugged until they slipped from his grasp. Then he started the entire process over.

The feeling of helplessness, the constricted feeling of the ropes, the tugging her on nipples and the wonderful fullness of Brad's cock were overwhelming Charlotte. An avalanche of endorphins was cascading through her body. It was all she could do to stop from slipping off the chair.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. I'm coming." she moaned, knowing full well that her vocalization would probably trigger Brad's orgasm.

Brad knew exactly was Charlotte was trying to do, and he was helpless to resist. His climax followed her siren's song. A thick jet of cum shot out of his cock and flooded into her. He reflexively shoved his hips forward even thought it was impossible to be any deeper inside his wife. He could feel her muscles clench down on his throbbing erection...

It had only been seconds since her orgasm ended when Brad abruptly pulled his cock out of her  Before Charlotte realized what was happening he was in front of her, guiding her head towards his erection. Without thinking she opened her mouth and swallowed his dick. He held her head down until she had licked his cock clean. She swallowed every bit of cum, both his and her. When she was done he scooped her up and deposited her on the bed. Charlotte realized she was completely exhausted. Even had Brad untied her arms and legs she began to drift off. By the time she was free she was also fast asleep.

The room was strangely quiet, only the hum of the AC was audible. Brad looked at his wife. She was sprawled out on the bed, still clad only in her shoes. He carefully unbuckled the leather straps and took them off.  Charlotte's legs were spread just far apart enough for Brad to see the cum dripping from her wet slit. An idea began to form in the back of his mind.

Brad showered quickly, but thoroughly. He walked back into the room clean and dry, but still naked. He dressed and reached into the bag of toys Sherry had left for him. He found what he wanted and tossed it onto the bed, and then scribbled a quick note. After he had set it on the bed next to his wife he quietly left the room.

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes. She was alone. Beside her on the bed was a note.

Have a drink and make yourself comfortable. If you want to fuck some more stay in bed, don't shower and don't get dressed. Just put on the mask and stay quiet.

Underneath the note was a sleep mask. On the night stand was a bottle of tequila. Charlotte got out of bed long enough to splash some water on her face and freshen up. She looked at the note again. It was Brad's handwriting, but oddly didn't contain a reference to him. She wondered if he was being mysterious or if her husband and his mistress were setting up something special. She sat down on the bed and looked at the note again.

Brad had spent a few minutes perusing the hotel shop. When he found appropriate cologne he took it to the counter and paid for it. On the elevator ride back to the room he sprayed his new purchase on his neck and wrists. He got off the elevator three floors early and sprinted up the stair. He thought a light sweat would take the edge of the scent. 

The noise of the door lock startled Charlotte. She had seconds to make a decision. She grabbed the open bottle of liquor and took a long drink. Even thought it was a top shelf brand it still burned her mouth and throat. She grabbed the mask and slipped it over her eyes, then reclined on the bed. She was throwing her fate to the wind. She barely heard the door open over the pounding of her heart.

Brad paused at the door to the room. He wondered what he would find on the other side. Would Charlotte be waiting for him fully dressed and ready to go somewhere, would she even be in the room? Or would she be waiting for him naked, well fucked, but still wanting more? He slipped the keycard into the lock and slowly twisted the handle. As he entered the room a grin spread across his face. Charlotte had done exactly what he wanted. She was naked, blindfolded and quiet. He quietly undressed, never taking his eyes off her.

There was someone in the room and it wasn't the maid. Charlotte wondered if it was Brad, or maybe even Sherry. An unfamiliar scent wafted through the room. Maybe Sherry had sent up the attractive young man from the bar. The bed shifted as her partner climbed on to it.

"Who's there?" she asked. Almost right away she felt the riding crop on her lips as her partner shushed her. Charlotte remembered the note said not to speak. She felt the riding crop again, this time along the inside of her thigh, pressing outward. Charlotte blushed as she spread her legs in a most unladylike manner. She could feel someone's eyes burrowing into her sex.

Brad wondered if Charlotte knew it was him, or if she really would open her legs to anyone with a key to the room. He swung the riding crop over her face, missing her nose by a fraction of an inch, but she didn't flinch. He struck the side of her breast with it and she let out a yelp, but she didn't say to stop. He slapped a few more times, varying the intensity each time. The sight of her nipples swelling made him long to feel them in his mouth.

The first kiss was on her neck, and it wasn't gentle. It was rough and hurried, almost frantic and much to Charlotte's relief it was certainly a man. As close as she felt to Sherry it wasn't close enough to be bi-curious. In contrast to Brad's earlier indirect route to her breasts, this time it was a bee line. There was no taunting or teasing. She felt his teeth pinching one nipple and his fingers pinching the other. Just as quickly as he had attacked her tits he moved on. She started to warn her lover that she was full of her husband's cum, but was silenced before the first word escaped her lips.

Brad had gone down on his wife after fucking her once or twice, but never after he had filled her with his cum. He rationalized that she had swallowed his load without hesitation so licking her pussy was the least he could do.

His mouth was just as brutal between her legs as it had been on her breasts. His tongue lashed at her clit and speared in between her labia. She tried to remain silent but several quiets moans and a few whimpers escaped her mouth has he unrelentingly drove her towards another climax. Suddenly he was on top of her. His hips pressed against hers as he penetrated her. His cock pounded against her again and again. He held himself above her so that her tits flailed wildly as he rammed his cock into her pussy. As her moans of pleasure grew louder a hand clamped over her mouth.  She screamed that she was coming, but only an unintelligible sound escaped. Charlotte imagined the nice young man from the bar with an angry expression as he grudge fucked her for ignoring him.




The Affair Episode 05



Brad was too caught up in his own lust to wonder why his wife was climaxing so quickly when she didn't even know whose cock was inside her. All he knew was his own orgasm couldn't be held back any longer. The sight of her covered in sweat, breasts swaying pendulously as he fucked her was too much. Much to his surprise having his hand on her mouth added to his arousal. His erection jerked as he came. 

The moment his orgasm finished he withdrew from her. Brad paused briefly to look at Charlotte. Even naked and disheveled she was still very sexy and it took an effort to look away. He found the sight of his cum dripping out of her extremely well fucked pussy alluring. Brad stood by the bed and quickly dressed. When Charlotte tried to remove the mask pulled her hand away and shushed her again

The last orgasm was still echoing through her body when her partner got out of bed. He made it clear that he didn't want to be seen. She recalled the riding crop and did has she had been instructed to, not moving until she heard the door close.

When she was alone again she walked into the bathroom, hoping the water would sooth her. She had expected Brad to come back and let her know it was all a game. Now she wondered if she should tell him anything about it. She was certainly deserving of what happened, no matter who it was that fucked her to orgasm. Brad had certainly come enough times inside of Sherry that he had no grounds to complain. Charlotte felt both guilty for even considering having sex with another man and ecstatic that she might have done exactly that. 

As she washed away the evidence of her activity she wondered what she should do next. Sherry had said the room was booked for the night, and that her husband was an optional part of it. What had Brad been told? When she emerged from the shower Charlotte noticed a bottle of cologne on the counter. She did not recall seeing it when she entered the bathroom, but acknowledged she might have overlooked it. She picked it up and read the label aloud, "Hyde".

Charlotte exited the bathroom and looked around the main room. the duffle bag, Brad's clothes, the ropes, everything was gone. Only her clothes remained. 

The curtains were still wide open in the hotel room. Charlotte stood in front of them and admired the view, still completely naked. She dressed, pausing between each item of clothing to look out at the glorious skyline. Just as she fastened the last button on her shirt the chime that indicated a new text beeped cheerily.

I'm in the bar – Brad.

Putting his phone back in his pocket Brad looked around the bar. It was still sparsely populated, which was probably typical for a weekday afternoon. He sensed Charlotte's presence a few seconds before she entered the bar. He reflexively smiled when he saw her, and he watched her as she crossed the room. 

"So you like those?" Charlotte asked, nodding towards Brad's drink. It was the same beverage Sherry had sent him earlier in the day.

"It's good for special occasions and special company, but I don't think I'll make a habit of ordering it," Brad replied.

Charlotte picked up Brad's glass and took a long sip of his beverage, "I agree, special occasion, not an everyday thing."

"So have you enjoyed your day so far?" Brad asked.

Charlotte set the bottle of cologne on the table and pushed it towards Brad.

"Very clever, did you buy it for the name or did you actually like it?" she asked.

"Both, there were a few that I liked, the name was the tie breaker. Do you like it?' he replied.

"For special occasions," she answered, picking it up, "I think I'll be the one to decide when you wear it."

"Like now?" Brad asked hopefully.

Charlotte stood up and moved behind her husband. She leaned in close and smelled his neck, then whispered in his ear, "Right now I think you're great just the way you are. Your birthday is almost here, why you don't tell me what you want."

Charlotte returned to her seat and the two of them discussed Brad's wish list.







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The Affair Episode 06



I could not have done this without help from my editor Cheer_Smartie526. While I strive to make each story enjoyable on its own, this is the first of four that cover a single day, so it is best to read them in order. It also helps if you believe in miracles.





Brad lowered his feet to the floor and climbed out of bed. The morning light filtering through the window provided just enough light to navigate his way across the room. He half stumbled into the bathroom and began his morning routine.

From the bedroom Brad heard his wife's voice, "It's your birthday. Why don't you sleep in?"

"I felt like getting up," Brad replied, looking at his reflection. He could see Charlotte in the mirror, walking towards him, peeling her clothes off and dropping them on the floor.

"I have something for you, but I'm not sure if you will like it," she purred.

"I like what I see now," Brad quickly replied.

"Really, how much?"

"Enough to want you naked all day." Brad answered.

Charlotte surprised herself by seriously considering his request. Their children were both away on overnight excursions and would not return until the following morning. She was not really expecting any visitors and had no reason to leave the house. And it was his birthday.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Brad answered. His cock was fully erect and ached at the thought of Charlotte being naked for the entire day, even thought he would not be there for every minute of it.

"I suppose I could add that to your birthday list," Charlotte said thoughtfully.

"What else is on the list?" Brad inquired.

Charlotte bent over and turned on the water for the shower. She planted her feet a bit further apart than she needed to and tilted her hips up enough to give Brad a view of her pussy. She took much longer than necessary to adjust the water. By the time she was done Brad was naked and standing right behind her. Charlotte turned the lever that redirected the water to the shower and stepped in. Brad followed her.

The warm water on his skin assured Brad that what was occurring was not a dream. He stepped to the back part of the shower and watched his wife slowly spin around. Her body was surrounded by a fine mist of water as the shower spray bounced off her skin. He could see that her nipples were swollen and that was usually a very good sign. Brad moaned as Charlotte spread body wash over her breasts. Seeing Charlotte touch herself was a big turn on. He frequently imagined that the hands on her breasts were not her own, but those of another woman.

Once Charlotte had worked the body wash on her tits into a rich slippery lather she knelt in front of her husband and wrapped her breasts around his throbbing erection. His cock felt warm and hard. She cupped the outside curve of her breasts in her palms and pressed inward. Charlotte locked her fingers together, pushing Brad's erection into her cleavage.

"I want you to fuck my tits, but don't cum.  I have a lot planned for you, so pace yourself," she shouted over the sound of the shower.

Hearing his wife talk dirty never failed to excite Brad. Slowly he thrust his hips back and forth. His penis slid easily between Charlotte's slippery breasts. He could see that she was toying with her nipples. Complying with her directive not to coat her tits with cum was going to be a challenge. Even moving at a glacial speed the sensation of her soft tits against his erection was pushing him towards a climax. Finally he stopped.

"That's it," Brad groaned apologetically, "anymore and I will be done."

"That is exactly how I want you," Charlotte replied as she stood up. 

She reached up and pulled two ribbons off the shower rod. One at a time she tied Brad's wrists to the towel rod on the wall. As she applied his restraints Charlotte pressed her body against his. Her breasts flattened against his chest and his erection pressed into her belly. She could see by the expression on his face that Brad was struggling to keep his orgasm at bay.

Brad watched as Charlotte stepped back. She removed the shower wand from its mount and began to rinse the soap off her body. The thick lather flowed down her body to reveal her breasts. Contrasting against her pale skin Charlotte's areola were dark amber and about twice the size of a quarter. Her nipples had swollen noticeably beyond the curve of her breast. Brad felt his pulse quick as his wife continued to rinse off her body. When the water was spraying between her legs she paused. 

Brad's eyes darted between Charlotte's' eyes, her breasts and her pussy. Usually it took a great deal of persuasion to convince Charlotte to masturbate in front of him. Seeing her do it of her own accord caused a groan to escape Brad's lips. He could see by the expression on her face that she was enjoying the hot water flowing over her labia.

It was not difficult to gauge Brad's reaction to this part of her birthday gift to him. Charlotte did not understand why Brad would rather watch her masturbate than touch her himself, but she decided to indulge his fetish today. She watched as his eyes skipped up and down her body. She was flattered that he always paused to look at her breasts. One of Charlotte's concerns about allowing Brad's fling with Sherry was that Brad would develop a preference for Sherry's much larger tits. The result was quite the opposite; Brad had developed even more of an appreciation for her B cups, although he did not ever complain about having to deal with Sherry's D cup tits.

Charlotte replaced the shower wand in its holder. She noticed a hint of disappointment in Brad's face. With a grin of satisfaction she grabbed the vibrator she had hidden behind his shampoo bottle. Brad's eyes went wide with delight as she lowered the toy towards her pussy. His eyes no longer darted around. He was completely focused on what she was doing with the vibrator. The buzzing of the toy was drowned out by the shower and she forgot it was on. She jumped a bit when she first pressed the tip of the toy against her labia. Despite having chosen a fairly small vibrator she still felt it stretch her flesh apart as it penetrated her body.

The sight in front of him was absolutely unbelievable. The only time Brad had used a vibrator on his wife was when she was a bit drunk and tied up. Now he was the one tied up and she was using the toy on herself. Brad found himself wondering if he could have an orgasm just from watching Charlotte. With the shower behind her there was nothing to interfere with his view of Charlotte's pussy wrapped around the long, thin vibrator. With great effort Brad shifted his gaze to Charlotte's face. It was a worthwhile endeavor. His wife had her eyes closed and a genuine look of arousal. This was turning out to be quite a birthday.

A pleasant tingling was spreading throughout Charlotte's body. She realized she was on a path that would lead to her orgasm. She wanted to climax with Brad inside her so she stopped masturbating and put the toy back behind the shampoo. She was interrupted by a desperate sounding plea from her husband.

"More please," Brad begged.

"You want to watch me cum?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes, yes, please yes," Brad responded.

"Instead of fucking me?"

"Before you fuck me," Brad said, his tone becoming more insistent.

Charlotte decided to accommodate the birthday boy. First she squirted some bodywash into her palm. Second she adjusted the shower so that it sprayed almost the length of the tub.  The stream of water struck Brad just below his chest. Charlotte picked up the vibrator and took two steps forward. Just as she had hoped, the water hit her squarely between the shoulder blades. She gave Brad a passionate kiss on the mouth then smeared the body wash onto his body. Starting with his chest she worked up lather and spread it down until she was stroking his cock, then she turned around

"I think you will like this more than just watching," she cooed pressing her ass against Brad's engorged cock. As she slipped the vibrator between her legs Charlotte pressed her entire body against Brad.

"You will let me know if this is too much," she purred, "You can cum on my ass, but I'd prefer you hold back."

It was a tradeoff. Brad could no longer see Charlotte fucking herself with the vibrator. However he could hear every moan and whimper that escaped her lips. When she turned her head he kissed her on the lips. And he felt her ass grinding against his erection. His biggest problem was accommodating her request not to cum on her ass. 

Charlotte found the new arrangement even more arousing. She had no doubt she would climax, probably in record time. She did not care if Brad covered her ass in cum. It would derail her rather elaborate birthday plan, but then end result would be the same. She touched the tip of the vibrator to her skin just above her clit. Charlotte's entire body shivered with delight. With her other hand she tugged on one of her swollen nipples. Charlotte moaned loudly as the tip of the vibrator slide past her lips. Brad was not moving.  She had hoped that he would start sliding his cock against her ass. It was one of Charlotte's quirks that she did not want to be fucked in the ass, but she enjoyed the feeling of Brad's cock sliding up and down between her ass cheeks. Slowly she began to grind against him. Brad moaned happily in response.

Charlotte pulled the toy out of her body and pressed it lengthwise against her vagina. The vibration spread along her labia and clitoris, accelerating her towards orgasm. Charlotte alternated between thrusting the toy deep inside her body and rubbing its length between her legs. Once or twice she felt the tip of the vibrator slide between her ass and press into Brad's erection. Each time the toy touched her husband Charlotte heard him moan. As she felt her orgasm building to a crescendo Charlotte squeezed her ass cheeks around Brad's hard cock.

"I'm close, really really close" Brad groaned.

Charlotte was also close. Too close to stop.  She moved her ass away from Brad and pushed her shoulders back against his chest. Brad began to kiss her on the neck, jaw and ears. The water from the shower pelted against her breasts. Occasionally one of the jets of water would impact against her nipples, sending an electric jolt straight to the pleasure center of her brain. Then it happened. For the first time Charlotte deliberately made herself climax while Brad was watching her.  As her entire body tingled she was vaguely aware of the vibrator slipping through her fingers and falling to the ground. She relaxed and leaned against Brad. His erection nestled between her ass checks. 

It took every bit of strength Brad could muster not to coat Charlotte's ass with cum. His cock jerked and twitched as he struggled to contain his orgasm. He did not know what her plan was, but if the shower was just the warm up he did not want to miss out on the main performance. As he backed away from the precipice Brad felt Charlotte begin to squirm against him. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the neck.  Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Brad could see that her arm was still moving, no doubt thrusting the unseen vibrator deep into her hot wet pussy. What Brad could see was Charlotte's other hand tugging on her nipple, pulling the skin of her breast taut. Deep inside his body Brad felt his climax begin to boil again. He closed his eyes and kissed Charlotte again, listening intently to the sound of her orgasm.

Charlotte gathered her resolve. Normally her climax signaled that sex was over. Once or twice Brad had convinced her otherwise. His usual technique was to just keep fucking her until he was completely spent. Today Charlotte would have to motivate herself to complete her plan for Brad's birthday sex.  She stepped forward and turned around. Brad's eyes smoldered with lust. The lather had drained away from his erection and Charlotte could see that a copious amount of pre-cum had leaked out.

"Still close?" she asked.

"Very close," Brad replied.

Charlotte grabbed the hand shower with one hand. With the other she turned off the hot water. Brad's eye opened wide when the cold water splashed over his erection. He shot her an irritated glance as she giggled.

"How about now?" she asked.

"Not so close now," he replied, his voice sounding a bit higher than usual.

For good measure she did not turn the warm water back on. Instead she rinsed every bit of soap from his body with cool water. Just to be fair when she rinsed the lather off her own ass she did not warm the water up. Charlotte found the cool water invigorating. She had no doubt she would have her husband warmed up in no time.

Even after Charlotte had turned the water off Brad still felt chilled. He watched as she casually stepped out of the tub and began to towel herself off. The sight of his wife scrubbing down her body with a towel caused the blood supply to return to his somewhat frigid erection. When she was done she hung up her towel and grabbed two more. Brad hoped they were for him.

Once she had dried off Charlotte turned her attention to her husband. She put the first towel of Brad's head and began to dry his hair. When she was done she left the towel draped over his face. With a shoelace she tied his wrists together. Starting with his neck she wiped the soft cotton towel over his body. She dried his arms and chest. Charlotte paused for a moment when she reached his cock. She wadded up the towel and sandwiched it between her hips and Brad's erection. With the tip of her tongue she traced a circle around Brad's nipple. It always fascinated her that men's nipples were so small. Even after she had teased him for a full minute the little amber bumps on Brad's chest were only a fraction of the size of her own nipples. Charlotte pressed her lips to one of Brad's nipples and pinched the other with her fingers.

The first hint that his wife was doing something other than drying him off was when he felt her lick his chest.  He turned his head from side to side but the damp towel completely blocked his view of what has happening.  Brad was thankful for the towel insulating his cock from Charlotte's touch as she started to use her tongue and fingers directly on his nipples. If she had been stroking his cock he would have lost control. As Charlotte's mouth began to move down his body he felt the towel between them fall away. His erection twitched with anticipation as he felt her mouth moving closer and closer. Finally he felt her breath on the head of his cock. Brad pushed his body forward, trying to press his dick against her lips, but she stayed just out of reach.

With a wicked grin on her lips Charlotte extended her tongue until just the tip touched the base of Brad's erection. At a glacial pace she ran her tongue along the length of his hard shaft.  She paused briefly right at the ridge and swirled her tongue against his frenulum. Brad's body convulsed with delight. Charlotte wrapped her lips around the very tip of his cock, slurping up the pre-cum that had leaked out. She looked up at Brad's towel covered face.

"Are you close again?" she asked.

"Very," he croaked in reply, "again."

"Then I guess I'd better stop, I still have plans for you."

She gently massaged his thighs, and then threaded the towel between Brad's body and the wall. Moving the towel in a back and forth motion she finished drying him off. When she was done she pressed her body against his. When she pulled away a sticky string ran from the tip of his cock to her belly.

"You sure do leak a lot, I might need to get you checked out," she teased.

Seeing Brad standing with his cock erect and wrists tied gave her an idea. She wondered if she could stand on the edge of the tub and lower herself on to Brad's erection using the towel rack his wrists were bound to as a support. Regrettably the fixture did not look that sturdy. She would have to get Brad to upgrade the hardware in the near future. Charlotte tossed the towels to the floor; it was time for the next part of her plan.

As Charlotte untied his wrists, Brad pressed his cock against her warm skin. Once he was free she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Get on the bed, lie on your back" she said as walked into the bedroom.

When Brad had complied with her instructions Charlotte reached under the bed and pulled out a wooden box. She unlocked it and retrieved four leather restraints and set them on the bed between Brad's legs.

The sight of his wife holding the black leather wrist and ankle restraints aroused Brad even more. He smiled has she lifted his left wrist off the bed and wrapped the bracelet around it. She fastened each of the three brass buckles snuggly. The restraint was not painful, but it was tight. Charlotte pulled a rope from between the mattress and box spring and tied it to the restraint. Brad watched as she moved to his other wrist and repeated the process. The fact that she had everything prepared was not lost on Brad, he was quite impressed at the arrangements his wife had made for his birthday.

Before putting the restrain on her husband's leg Charlotte pressed her fingertips into the muscles of his thigh and slowly dragged them down to his feet. After she had secured his ankle she pulled on his leg and fastened the rope to it.  Charlotte held the last restraint in her mouth as she stroked Brad's leg. She started just below his hip, careful to avoid touching his cock. The frustration Brad was feeling was spelled out on his face. She fastened the last buckle, attached the rope to the restraint and pulled it tight.

She paused for a moment to admire her handiwork. Brad was spread eagle on the bed, unable to move more than a few inches. She tucked a pillow under his head then straddled his legs.

All Brad could do was watch as his wife wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke it. Slowly she pulled back on his erection until it pointed straight up. She lifted her hips and hovered over his cock. Slowly she descended. Brad took in every detail as their bodies connected.  He watched as the tip of his dick spread Charlotte's labia apart. She paused with just the head of his penis inside her. Brad wrenched his eyes from the spectacle between his wife's legs and looked up at Charlotte's' face. Her eyes burned with lust and she was grinning from ear to ear.

"You like?" she asked.

"I like," Brad replied.

Bit by bit she took him in.  Occasionally she would reverse direction and let a bit of his cock slip out. Every nerve in Brad's cock was working at full capacity. When Charlotte engulfed the last bit of Brad's throbbing erection he was rapidly closing on the point of no return. He watched as she put her fingertips on the neatly trimmed strip of hair above her pussy and traced a line down to her clit.

The state of Brad's arousal was spelled out on his face. He had an expression of pure bliss. Charlotte was trying to thread a needle. She wanted him right on the edge of climax but did not want to him to end up with a ruined orgasm on his birthday. She leaned back, causing Brad's erection to press against her.  As she ran her fingers through her pubic hair she could feel the bulge caused by Brad's throbbing hard on. She leaned forward, putting one hand on either side of Brad's head and dangling her breasts just beyond his reach.

"Tell me when you are close, I want you to cum in my mouth," she whispered.

When Charlotte's request hit Brad's ears it pushed him right to the edge of climax, "I'm close."

Charlotte quickly lifted herself off Brad's cock and pirouetted. She straddled his chest and grabbed his cock. Charlotte took a deep breath. Swallowing was not something she did very often, if at all. Brad's erection was wet and slippery from being inside her. Pre-cum was bubbling out of the tip. She lowered her head and plunged his cock into her mouth, furiously pumping her hand up and down his shaft. Charlotte bobbed her head up and down sliding the head of his dick in and out of her mouth. When she heard Brad moan that he was about to cum she buried his cock in her mouth. 




The Affair Episode 06



She could feel the tension in Brad's body as he strained to contain his climax; almost as if he did not believe her offer to swallow his cum was genuine. Charlotte pulled her mouth off of Brad's throbbing erection just long enough for a few words of encouragement, "Let it go, I want you to cum in my mouth." As she uttered the last syllable she wrapped her lips around the head of Brad's cock.

Brad was completely overwhelmed.  Charlotte's freshly fucked pussy floated inches from his face. He felt her lips and hand alternately sliding over the sensitive head of his cock. He was past the point of no return, struggling to balance on the edge of his orgasm. He was in that wonderful place right before he released his seed. With all his might he girded his muscles, trying to hold back the torrent as Charlotte's tongue caressed his veined shaft.  When Brad heard his wife's voice begging for him to fill her mouth with his cum he had no choice but to comply. He simply did not have the strength to hold back the flood that rushed through his cock. Brad felt his muscles spasm, his subconscious mind still trying to stop the flow out of habit. The result was a half spoiled orgasm that lasted much longer than he expected. Brad was in utter disbelief that the woman eagerly sucking down every drop of cum was his wife.

The first jet of cum hit the back of her throat, the second splattered against the roof of her mouth. Charlotte continued to lash Brad's cock with her tongue as the remainder of his cum spilled into her mouth. She gulped down the hot salty liquid until the flow stopped.



When she was sure her husband's orgasm had finished Charlotte lowered her hips just enough for Brad's mouth to reach her dripping wet pussy. She felt his tongue begin to probe between her legs even before she could get his still-hard dick out of her mouth. Almost right away her body began to tingle all over. Brad was spearing his tongue between her labia. She stroked his rigid shaft with her hands. Charlotte longed to feel Brad's cock inside her again. She crawled forward, ignoring his protests. Once she straddled his hips she reached back and guided his erection between her legs. Brad's pleas to continue licking and sucking her pussy were replaced by moans of pleasure as Charlotte began to ride him reverse cowgirl. She leaned forward, his cock pressing against parts of her pussy that made her shudder in delight.

The moment Charlotte began to move away Brad felt cheated. After being teased with the sight of Charlotte's pussy while she brought him to orgasm with her mouth he wanted to return the favor. Only when he saw her pulling his miraculously still erect cock towards her vagina did he stop begging her to return. The sight of her pussy stretched around his erection and her firm round ass caused his cock to get even stiffer. Brad was at a loss for words as he watched Charlotte riding his cock.

Charlotte did not know how Brad was keeping his dick hard. Maybe he had started taking Viagra to keep up with his affair or maybe this was just her lucky day. She did not care. Charlotte put one hand between her legs to encourage the slowly building orgasm that Brad had started with his tongue.  With Brad out of sight she found herself imagining that she was having an affair, that the cock inside her was some stranger she had picked up. She moaned as she embraced the fantasy. It helped that Brad had the sexual energy of a man half his age.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Your cock feels so good," she cried, scarcely able to believe she was saying the words out loud. 

The sound of her ass slapping against Brad's hips seem to echo off the walls as Charlotte tried to force Brad's cock ever deeper into her pussy.  She felt dizzy, like all the blood had drained from her head. Charlotte put her hands on Brad's thighs to steady herself as the climax coursed through her body. She sat up straight for a moment, and then slowly lay back until she was lying on top of Brad. His cock finally began to return to its relaxed state.

Sometimes Brad thought he enjoyed Charlotte's orgasms almost as much as she did. The feeling of her clenching tight around his cock and the soft whimper that escaped her lips sent a tingle down his spine. Today had provided the extra benefit of seeing her labia stretched around his cock at the moment of truth. Although he doubted the blowjob she gave him had left an ounce of cum in his body Brad felt his dick jerk like he still had a gallon left in him. He pulled against the restraints. He was tired of being a passive fixture; he wanted to do something to his wife.

Starting with his ankles Charlotte untied her husband. The moment she released the last restraint Brad wrapped his arms around her and rolled on top of her. He began to kiss her, first on the lips, the then neck. He quickly began to work his way down her body, hungrily taking her breasts into his mouth.

"You don't have to do that," she moaned. What he was doing felt good, but she knew she did not have the energy left for another orgasm.

"I want to," Brad replied before starting a trail of kisses across her rib cage.

"Be gentle, I'm pretty sensitive right now," she cautioned.

More than the physical sensation of Brad's tongue brushing against her labia, Charlotte enjoyed being the object of Brad's desire.  Even though more birthday sex awaited him in the company of his mistress he chose to lavish his affections on her for as long as she could stand it. Finally she pushed him away. It would be rude to send him off with Sherry completely exhausted. Charlotte sat up and put her arms around Brad's neck. Her breasts flattened against his body.

"For an old man you did pretty well," she said.

"I'll be back later, and then you will see how much of an old man I am," he chided.

Charlotte rolled her eyes at his offer, "You'd better get dressed, and your lunch date will be here soon."

"Remember our deal; you are not to put on a stitch of clothing."

"What if the house bursts into flames, do I have to wait for the fire department naked?" Charlotte asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Okay, no clothes unless the house is on fire," Brad conceded. 

"I keep my promises," Charlotte replied, "but you need to hurry up. Somebody needs to be dressed when Sherry gets here."

Brad got up and began gathering his clothes. 

He turned and looked back at Charlotte with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "Or she could just take her clothes off and we could have lunch here."

"You are not getting a threesome for your birthday," Charlotte said in a scolding tone.

"I had to try," Brad said as he started to shave.

Charlotte reclined on the bed and watched Brad getting ready to leave. She wondered if he had anything left for his mistress. Brad emerged from the bathroom wearing jeans and a T shirt, looking quite handsome.

He smiled at her, "Get some rest, I want you ready for another round when I get back," he quipped.

"You are incorrigible," Charlotte replied, wondering if he was bluffing or not. 

As Brad disappeared down the stairs Charlotte peeked out the bedroom window. Sherry had parked her car and was walking up to the house. She was dressed casually. Charlotte heard the front door open. Brad said something to Sherry and she giggled loudly. The two of them walked back to the car, maintaining a friendly distance between each other. After she watched the car drive off Charlotte started a warm bath for herself.

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The Affair Episode 07



I'd like to thank my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for the help and encouragement with this story. It's not required but I recommend you read at least the previous story before reading this one ( but the story should still make sense even if you don't read any of the previous episodes.). I considered putting this story in a different category, as it drifts a bit from the loving wives theme. I think later episodes will get it back on track. Enough chatting....

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Sherry opened her dresser drawer. Inside was her collection of sex toys. She picked up a realistic looking dildo. She wrapped her fingers around it, measuring its girth. It felt just a bit smaller than Brad's cock. She picked up the bottle of lubricant and closed the drawer. As she turned back towards her bed Sherry caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. A smile spread across her face as she looked at her naked body; which today also happened to be Brad's birthday present. She turned and looked over her shoulder. The small of her back was adorned with a temporary tattoo. A bright red bow stood out against her pale white skin.

On her hands and knees Sherry crawled to the center of her bed. For the past week she had performed some variation of this procedure. Sometimes she was on her back, sometime she was sitting on her knees. Once she had tried it standing, which was not very satisfying. Today she was back to her favorite, on her hands and knees. First she opened the bottle of lube and squirted some on the top of her ass, then lowered her shoulders until her ample breasts were pressed into the mattress. As the liquid flowed between her ass cheeks a shiver passed through her body. She snapped the lid shut and tossed the bottle onto the floor.

Sherry pressed the tip of the dildo against her labia. Starting with a circular pattern she moved the toy around until the head of the fake cock was covered with her wetness. Sherry felt her nipples harden as her arousal increased. The first day she had done this she had used a small vibrator that was about the size of her finger. Each day she had selected a slightly larger toy. Today was the graduation exercise. She pushed the dildo forward an inch, then drew it back. Then she did it again, this time a little further. Over and over she thrust the toy into her body, and then pulled it back. Each time she imagined it was Brad's throbbing erection inside her instead of a silicon reproduction. Occasionally she would pull the toy all the way out and rub lengthwise along her slit so that it rubbed against both her labia and her clit. Then she would plunge the entire length back into her pussy.

When she felt herself getting close to climax she pulled the toy out and rested the tip against her ass. She had spent the last week reading about, preparing for and rehearing anal sex. Today was the day she would do it with something about the size of Brad's dick. She pushed the dildo forward. Her body stretched to accommodate the flared head. It was a much tighter fit than her pussy had been. She felt a bit of relief when the head slipped inside her and the slightly narrower shaft slid back and forth. Sherry felt her orgasm building. She was thinking of Brad and how excited he would be to fulfill one of his fantasizes. The smooth sheets rubbed against Sherry's swollen nipples as she slid the toy back and forth. The muscles in her belly began to contract as her orgasm built to a crescendo. Sherry collapsed on to the bed and moaned has her climax overwhelmed her. She was ready. She was ready for Brad to fuck her in the ass.

After lying in bed for a few minutes dreaming of having Brad's body next to hers Sherry got up and dutifully cleaned her toy and put it away. She took one more look at her nude body. Sherry knew Brad was going to enjoy his birthday surprise. Hopefully he would not be worn out from whatever his wife was giving him.

Sherry selected her outfit carefully. Both she and Brad were trying to be discrete about the affair even though his wife approved of it. She did not want to be the subject of gossip, so Sherry tried to be subtle and sexy at the same time. She wore a silky black thong and a bra that displayed her cleavage, but covered her lingerie up with a knee length skirt and a button down shirt. Once she was dressed she headed off to pick up Brad.

Brad had scarcely finished dressing when he heard a knock at the door. Charlotte was still naked, and would remain so for the rest of the day as part of her birthday gift to him. He hurried downstairs and opened the door.

"Happy Birthday," Sherry said as he opened the door. She was dressed conservatively but had left her shirt mostly unbuttoned. 

"Thank you," Brad replied. Brad could see her lacy bra and most of her breasts. Even though he had just finished fucking his wife he felt his cock begin to swell at the sight of Sherry's large tits. He shifted around, trying to keep his erection from tangling in his clothing.

"Where's Charlotte?" Sherry asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Upstairs resting. I guess giving me my birthday present took a lot out of her, although I think I put a lot into her," Brad replied.

Sherry giggled, "If you are too tired we can reschedule."

"I've got plenty of energy left and quite an appetite. I believe you said we were going to brunch."

"Brunch and more, if you are up to it," Sherry replied.

Brad stepped outside and pulled the door shut. As they walked to Sherry's car Brad lifted the back of her skirt. He whistled when he saw her bare ass. 

Sherry slapped his hand away, "Brunch first, I think you will need your strength for what I have in mind,"

The drive to the restaurant was uneventful. Brad was disappointed when Sherry buttoned up her shirt before getting out of the car. 

As they sat down Brad's phone buzzed. He glanced at it and put it back in his pocket.

"Anything important?" Sherry asked.

"A text from Charlotte, I will read it later."

"You can read it now, anything from your wife is important." 

Brad pulled out his phone and tapped on it to bring up the text.

Does this count as clothing?

Brad scrolled down. There was a picture of Charlotte's breast with a nipple clamp on it. Brad closed the message, but before he could return the phone to his pocket it buzzed again. Reluctantly he opened the message:

Ask Sherry, she probably knows.

As she watched him read his message Sherry saw a confused looked on Brad's face.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"No, just unexpected," he replied.

"Can I help?"

Brad fidgeted in his seat. Until now he had kept Sherry and Charlotte compartmentalized. He took a breath and slid the phone across the table, "Charlotte wants your opinion on something."

As Sherry put her hand on the phone Brad continued, "For my birthday she agreed to remain naked all day. Now she wants to know if, uh, if she can accessorize and still be in compliance."

Sherry read the text and the scrolled down the message. When she saw the picture she blushed a bit. It was not the first time she had seen Charlotte's tits; they had changed clothes together a few times over the years. It was the first time she had seen her friend's breast presented with the intent to arouse.

"Oh my, I'd allow it," she said, feeling like she was issuing a judgment as she slid the phone back to Brad.

"Was this your idea or hers?" Sherry asked.

"Mine."

"I might want something like that for my birthday, " Sherry said. 

Brad's phone buzzed again. He opened the message

What about this?

This time the picture was from her knees to her navel. Strapped to her thigh were a garter belt and a holster. Brad slid the phone to Sherry.

"Nice, is that a Smith and Wesson?"

"Yea, a bodyguard 380."

"Tell her that's allowed as well. I mean it says 'right to bear arms' in the constitution, I suppose bare thighs are covered as well," Sherry said with a smile.

"I will let her know she is doing her job as an American," Brad said as he tapped on the screen.

The discussion on being naked ended as the food arrived.

The brunch was good, the high point being Sherry slipping her bare foot into Brad's crotch and massaging his cock until it was fully erect. Sherry wished she could parade Brad out of the resturant with his pants bulging but she erred on the side of discretion. She withdrew her foot and let his erection subside before they left. 

"We have an errand to run," Sherry said as she sat in the driver's seat. The moment Brad had his seat belt on she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" Brad asked.

"No, it is a surprise," Sherry replied.

Brad looked out the window, trying to guess where she could be taking him. They were in a part of town he was not very familiar with. When Sherry began to slow down Brad noticed that they were near a strip club. He wondered what it would be like to buy Sherry a table dance. Brad felt a bit disappointed when they did not stop at the club, but instead turned into a strip mall.

As she turned off the car Sherry felt Brad's stare. Sherry smiled and picked up her purse.

"Are you serious?" Brad asked.

"I told you we had an errand, this is it. Come on, I'll buy you something nice for your birthday," she replied.

Brad opened the door and stepped out. He shook his head in disbelief. They were at a sex shop. To her credit she had picked one of the classier shops in the city. He followed her in to the store. Sherry waved to the clerk and headed directly to the dildos and vibrators.

"You remember our deal about fucking me in the ass?" she asked.

"Yes, you said I had to go first."

"No, I said you had to agree first. We never said which one of us would actually get fucked in the ass first. Regardless, I don't have a strap on to use. Since it is your birthday I thought I would let you pick it out," Sherry said with a smile.

Brad stared at her, not sure if she was serious or not.

"Well, I know which one I would want," Sherry said reaching for a large clear silicon cock, "but maybe you need something for a beginner."

Brad decided to call her bluff. He scanned the shelf looking for something expensive. He wanted to see her put her money where her mouth was. A twenty dollar dildo could be a joke. He was looking for something closer to a hundred dollars.

"How about this?" Sherry asked, holding up a box that said HIS FIRST ANAL. 

"It has two sizes, a starter and something for when you are more experienced." She was clearly enjoying what she was doing.

Brad spied a box with the price tag he was looking for. He picked it up and looked at it. It was called a Feeldoe. The device was L shaped and roughly the size of his own cock. The description on the box explained that it could be strapless; she would hold one end in her vagina and use the other end for sex. It was supposed to be enjoyable for both partners.

"I think we should get this," Brad said handing the box to Sherry. She read the description. Much to Brad's dismay her lips curled into a grin. He had called her bluff only to find she held a winning hand.

"Are you sure this is not too big?" She asked.

"If I had you use something small on me I know I would never hear the end of it," Brad answered. In for a penny, in for a pound he figured.

"It says it is for lesbians. Are you trying to tell me something?" She asked.

"Maybe," Brad replied.

"Now pick something out that you want," Sherry said.

The shelves held a wide assortment of devices, outfits and other items. Brad found himself staring at a rack of whips, crops and other implements of pain. He felt Sherry walk up behind him and press her breasts against his back.

"Have I been a bad girl? Do you think I need to be whipped?" she asked. 

Brad picked up a leather spanker. He tapped it against his palm, and then he put it back. Next he picked up a leather collar. Brad turned and held it against Sherry's neck before placing it back on the shelf. The next item he picked up was a flogger. He swung it back and forth, and then he gently slapped it against Sherry's ass. She squealed in response.

"I think I will take this," Brad said.

"Okay, let's go check out."

As they walked toward the register Brad realized he had made a strategic mistake in picking the expensive toy. A cheap strap on could be passed off as a joke. Some of them were even hollow so they could be used by men with ED. The one in Sherry's hands had one obvious use for the two of them. He tried not to make eye contact with the clerk as Sherry chatted with him. He felt himself blushing as she paid for her new toy and his birthday present.

Sherry smiled as she tucked the receipt into her purse. The toy Brad had chosen was a bit more expensive than she expected but she had no intention of backing down. She had to call his bluff. Even if it never got used it showed Brad she was serious about what she had said to him.

As they walked out she tossed her keys to Brad.

"You drive, I have other things I want to do with my hands," she said has she opened the door to the back seat.

"So now I'm your chauffer?" Brad asked.

"You are not driving Miss Daisy; I don't think you'll have any complaints when we are done. In fact, you might want to take the scenic route to my house."

Brad settled into the driver's seat. He adjusted the side mirrors so he could use them, but adjusted the rear view mirror to look at Sherry. She was sitting in the center of the back seat.

The decision to have Brad drive had been spontaneous. It was not part of her original plan. Sherry had enjoyed teasing Brad in the restaurant so much she decided to do it some more. As soon as they were out of the parking lot she began to unbutton her shirt. As they approached a red light she slouched down in the seat and opened her shirt. Sherry saw Brad adjust the mirror. There was no doubt that he could see her nipples poking through the sheer material of her bra Sherry ran her hands over her breasts. The bra was silky smooth. When the light turned green she pulled her shirt back over her bosom.

"I won't contribute to distracted driving," she warned.

Brad shifted in his seat, trying to accommodate his erection. He found a position that was bearable. Brad began looking for another red light. To his left was something even better, a line of cars at an unprotected left turn. He pulled in behind the last car. As soon as the car stopped he saw Sherry spread her shirt open. Much to his delight she was wearing a bra with a front clasp. She released the clasp and her breasts tumbled out. The sight of her bare breasts caused Brad's pulse to pick up a bit. As cars sped past them on both sides he watched Sherry tug on her nipples and caress her ample tits. If they had been in a parking lot he would have just climbed in the back seat.

One car made the turn. The moment Brad took his foot off the brake Sherry crossed her arms, ending the show until they were stopped again. Act two had Sherry sucking on her fingers and then pinching her nipples. The shiny wetness on her skin made her breasts even more arousing. Brad moaned when Sherry scooped her breasts up in her hands and pressed them together. All he could think about was having his cock in between her tits. Once again the show ended as another car made the turn and Brad moved up.

While they waited for the next car to turn Sherry slipped her hand inside the waist band of her skirt. Even thought they were in the middle of a busy street in broad daylight Sherry did not feel too exposed. Between her slouching down, the tint on the windows and the speed of the other cars whizzing past nobody was going to see enough to realize what was going on. The tip of her finger reached her vagina. It was wet and hot and slick. The car lurched forward as the line moved up. Slouching down a bit more Sherry rested her legs on the front seats of the SUV. She could see Brad's eyes in the rear view mirror. They darted between the car in front of them and the arousing show in the back seat. Sherry pulled her skirt up so that the only thing blocking Brad's view of her pussy was a very sheer, very wet thong. She felt the car begin to move and covered her pussy with her hand. 

There were no more cars in front of them. Brad's eyes flicked constantly between the oncoming traffic and Sherry with her legs spread wide. A gap in appeared in traffic and Brad turned left. He had not even looked at what he was turning in to. It was a parking garage. With each level they went up the number of parked cars decreased. On the upper levels there were only one or two cars. It took all of Brad's discipline not to look back at Sherry. The wet sound of her fingers in her pussy filled his ears. There was no doubt in Brad's mind that precum was leaking out of his engorged cock. The last two levels had contained only one car. Finally they broke out on to the rooftop. Brad parked as far from the elevator as he could.

Sherry had lowered her skirt when they entered the parking garage, but she had not stopped touching herself. She could see one of Brad's arms on the steering wheel. His muscles bulged as he gripped it tightly. She had wedged her fingers under the thong she was wearing. Gently she stroked the lips of her pussy. She wondered if any of the people they were passing had noticed her legs resting on the front seats. She did not care. A warm feeling had spread through her entire body. It felt like she was a tinder-dry forest just waiting for a spark that would light an inferno. The car came to a stop. Brad reclined his seat until he was flat on his back.

The sound of his seatbelt retracting startled Brad. He had been staring at Sherry's large breasts so intently that he had not noticed her press the release on his seat belt.

"Unzip your pants and show me your cock," Sherry said.

Wasting no time, Brad pulled his erection out of his pants. The tip was wet and shiny with precum.

Sherry pressed her wet fingers into Brad's mouth. He immediately began to suck on them. Working within the confine of the back seat Sherry managed to get on her hands and knees. She maneuvered herself to that her breasts were directly over Brad's mouth. With great enthusiasm he pressed his lips around her swollen nipple. She felt his hand on her other breast. Sherry reached between her legs and stroked her wet slit. When her hand was covered with moisture she grabbed Brad's erection. Her wet hand slid easily up and down his stiff shaft.

"Does that feel good?" Sherry purred.

Brad moaned in response. The vibrations of his voice against her nipples send shiver down Sherry's spine.

"Don't cum until you are inside me," Sherry said.

Brad moaned again. He knew that accommodating Sherry's request would be a challenge. All he could see was her tits hanging over him. He flicked his tongue against her stiff nipple. With his hand he caressed her other breast. He was thankful she was only stroking the shaft of his cock and not the sensitive head. Suddenly Sherry moved. She was still on her hands and knees but moving into the 69 position. When she stopped her pussy was just behind his head. Brad looked down his body, past Sherry's pendulous tits. Her head was pressed against the steering wheel and inches from his cock. Brad wriggled back until his shoulders pressed against her thighs. The feeling of Sherry's lips wrapping around his cock made his body tingle with excitement. He took a moment to look at Sherry's vagina. The surface was shiny and wet. He could feel the heat of her arousal. Brad put his hands on Sherry's ass and pulled her down until his face was buried between her legs.

It had occurred to Sherry when she picked Brad up that he probably had not showered after fucking his wife. As his cock filled her mouth she found herself thinking that she was in delayed threesome. As Brad's tongue stabbed between her labia Sherry took more and more of his erection into her mouth. Much to her surprise Sherry found the thought of sucking Brad's cock after he had fucked Charlotte arousing. For a few moments she held still, enjoying the way her lips stretched around his dick and the way it filled her mouth.




The Affair Episode 07



Brad focused all of his attention between Sherry's legs. He had no doubt she could bring him to orgasm with her mouth but he was not ready yet. He tried to ignore the feeling of her lips pursed around his rigid shaft. Instead he concentrated on how she felt against his lips and tongue. Sherry was amazingly hot and wet. It felt like she was melting around his tongue as the tip penetrated past her labia. Satisfied that she was not going to move, Brad slid his hands off her ass and along her body until he could feel her large breasts. He cupped her tits in his hands like he was weighing them. Brad lowered his head slightly so he could see Sherry's pussy. Her flesh was wet and flushed. He was unable to resist burying his face between her thighs again. He had to resist his climax long enough to plunge his cock inside her. Sherry began to grind her pussy against him, pushing his head back against the headrest. 

Sherry hoped Brad did not feel like she was neglecting his cock. She moaned as his tongue flattened against her clit and his fingers tugged on her nipples. His erection still filled her mouth but she had stopped sucking on it. Unlike Brad she was capable of more than one orgasm, and she fully intended to exploit that advantage. She slowly pulled her head back until his cock slipped past her lips.

"You like it when I fuck your face?" she inquired. He moaned in response and the vibrations passed though her clit and sent a shiver up her spine. Sherry returned the favor by treating the head of his dick like a lollipop, lapping up the precum that had leaked out.

"Are you getting what you wanted for your birthday?" Sherry moaned, "Is my pussy a good present?"

Sherry got exactly what she wanted, another loud groan from Brad. She grabbed one of his wrists and guided it back towards her sex. Brad took the hint, stretching his arm around her thigh and pushing his fingers into her pussy. The feeling of being penetrated accelerated her toward climax. Sherry felt her body begin to tingle all over as Brad began to thrust his digits into her. His tongue teased her clit, touching all around it but never making contact. She shifted her hips around and they played a game of cat and mouse. Two of Brad's fingers rested against her ass. She wondered if he had any idea what else she was going to give him today. The thought of her ass stretched around Brad's thick cock pushed Sherry over the edge. She writhed and squirmed against him as her orgasm engulfed her. Both of his hands were on her ass now, trying to hold her bucking hips still enough to keep licking and kissing her. Between the waves of pleasure Sherry reached up and hit the switch for the sunroof. As it open she twisted around in the cramped front seat.

"I want your cock inside me, " she gasped, still breathless from her orgasm

Brad did not know what he could do. He was pinned in the seat, there was nowhere for him to go. He watched as Sherry twisted around on top of him. She grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it between her legs. With her other hand she grasped the edge of the open sunroof and steadied herself. Sherry was hovering over him, allowing just the first inch of his cock inside her. She rocked her hips from side to side; coating his erection until it was drenched. Her hand had moved from his rigid shaft to just above her pussy. Brad watched as she stroked her clit with just one finger. He realized she could probably make him cum like this. He tried to lift his hips. Brad wanted to drive his cock deep into Sherry but the awkward position he was in did not allow it. Sherry's hand moved behind her. She raised herself up slightly and pulled his cock out of her pussy. Brad started to protest but before he could form a word she pressed the slick head of his cock against her ass.

The expression on his face told Sherry that Brad was very close to cumming. He had been for almost two minutes. She enjoyed holding him right on the edge like this. 

"Where do you want to cum?" she purred, "In my mouth?" Sherry smacked her lips to make the point. Brad's eyes were wild with desire.

"You could cum all over my ass," she said in a sultry voice, "or would you rather me ride you like a cowgirl and have you fill my pussy with your cum?"

Brad was straining with all his might not to explode. If Sherry did not do something the choice would be made for them. He nodded eagerly at her offer to ride his cock. She moved her arm slightly and then impaled herself on his throbbing erection. He held out for almost a full minute before his orgasm erupted inside her. Sherry ducked her head back inside the car, leaning over Brad so her tits were in his face. She continued to grind against him, milking ever last drop out of his cock. She leaned down and kissed him, then whispered in his ear, "I'm not done with you yet. When we get to my house I have another present for you."

Sherry crawled into the back seat and put her shirt. She looked out the window of the car. Seeing no one she opened the door and stepped out. She snatched her skirt off the seat and shut the door, leaving her bra and thong on the floor. For a few moments she stood outside the car. Her shirt was long enough to cover her ass, but the thought at only a single item of clothing stood was all that prevented her from being completely naked was exciting. She looked around, wondering if anyone in the nearby office towers had noticed her. She opened the front door and sat down in the passenger's seat, placing the skirt across her lap.

"My place or yours?" she asked Brad, already knowing the answer.

Brad considered her question. He knew Charlotte was home, naked, waiting for him. He wondered if he if his birthday luck would be enough for a threesome. He looked over at Sherry. She had one hand under her skirt and her nipples were already hard again. Brad felt his cock begin to swell. It also ached. As fantastic as a threesome sounded he was not sure if he had the stamina for it today. He realized his fly was still open and Sherry was staring at his slowly growing erection. When he started to pull his zipper up she stopped him.

"Leave it down," she insisted.

"Why?"

"So I can look at your cock. As many times has you have looked down my shirt it's about time I got a peek at what I want," she replied.

Brad started the car and began to navigate his way out of the parking garage and towards Sherry's house. The entire trip he could hear Sherry stroking her cum-soaked pussy.

When Sherry reached up to press the remote for the garage door Brad could see her finger was dripping wet from being between her legs. The car smelled like sex. He eased the car into the garage and Sherry pressed the remote again, closing the door. When she stepped out of the car she removed her shirt and dropped it on the ground.

"Take off your shirt but leave your pants on, at least for now," Sherry instructed, "Sometimes it's what you don't see that is the turn on." 

Rick complied, although he disagreed. He was glad she was completely naked. He did not have to use any brain cells to imagine, they could all be used to appreciate her body. As if to acknowledge what he was thinking she put her arms above her head and slowly twirled around before walking into the house.

Sherry smiled as she watched Brad climb out of her car and strip off his shirt. It appeared having to keep up with two women agreed with him, he looked a little slimmer than when the affair had started. She was anxious to run her hand though the hair on his chest and feel the gentle bulge of his pectoral muscles. And then there was the not-so-gentle bulge forming in his trousers. Sherry turned to face Brad. With her hands on her ass she looked at him. She could see the contours of his erection. She was nervous and excited about what she was going to offer Brad. Sherry turned again and headed for her bedroom.

Brad caught up with Sherry in her bedroom. He set down the bag from the porn shop and smiled. Then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the flogger.

"Wait just a moment, I have something you're not going to like, but will thank me for later." She said.

Brad stood still with a questioning look on his face.

Sherry pulled a condom out of her drawer and ripped the package open as she advanced towards Brad. She quickly unzipped his pants, pulled is erection out through his fly and rolled the condom onto his cock. Then she stuffed it back into his pants.

"That might help you last a little longer, " she said nonchalantly

"Has that been a problem?" Brad queried, suddenly self conscious.

"No, not at all," Sherry replied, "but today might be different."

"Different? How?" Brad asked.

"That all depends on you, on what you want, and what you will do to get it," she answered cryptically.

"Is this some kind of game?" Brad questioned.

"No, it's your birthday party and I am your present. I'm already unwrapped, I'm just waiting for you to start playing with me," Sherry said suggestively.

"That sounds brilliant."

"I do have one request," Sherry purred, "I want you to come on me, not in me. I want to feel it on my skin."

"No problem," Brad replied.

"Now, what do you think you are going to do with that?" Sherry asked, looking at the flogger.

"I'm going to whip you until you beg me to fuck you," Brad growled in response.

"You haven't had enough of me yet?" She teased.

Brad swung the flogger towards her hips. The leather strips slapped against her ass, "I haven't had all of you yet."

Sherry bit her lip. She was really going to do this. The hair on the back of her neck stood up.

"You will be my first, " she said softly, her voice cracking with anxiety.

Brad smiled. She would be his first as well, and she probably knew it. His erection felt like it was going to burst.

"Bend over; I'm going to whip you until you beg for my cock," he commanded.

Brad took in every detail as Sherry complied with his instructions. He watched the way her breasts swung forward. He marveled at the way her hair slid over her shoulder. The way her ass cheeks spread apart made him ache to be inside her.

Brad leaned forward and gently swung the flogger towards Sherry's wonderfully large tits. He watched the leather tendrils wrap around them, almost like an embrace. Even though he was not touching her Brad could sense her arousal.

The feeling of the flogger on her breasts surprised Sherry. Brad was actually hitting her. When the strip of leather touched her erect nipple her knees almost buckled. She had no idea being whipped would be so enjoyable. It seemed wrong. Good girls did not do these things, they did not fuck married men, they did not allow themselves to be whipped and they certainly did not get fucked in the ass. And yet she wanted all that and more.

Brad alternated between dragging the flogger across Sherry's neck and whipping her breasts. With his free hand he began to unbuckle his belt. His desire to be inside her was overwhelming.

Sherry felt helpless. There were no physical restraints preventing her from walking away, but her feet remained planted like they were set in concrete. She looked down, trying to see Brad behind her. She could see his feet, but mostly she saw her own breasts. They were covered with the sheen of nervous perspiration and topped with nipples swollen larger than she imagined possible. She could see the fabric of his trousers. Sherry wondered if he would keep them on when he fucked her. Abruptly she felt the sting of the flogger on her ass. It felt wonderful.

The leather hit Sherry ass with soft slapping noise. Brad was surprised how easy it was to whip her. It did not seem like violence. The fact that she let out a moan of pleasure probably had something to do with the way he felt. Brad drew his arm back and took another swing, this one a little faster. The sound was louder, as was Sherry's response. He could see her skin turn a little pink. He listened closely for the slightest hint of disapproval. Hearing none he took another swing. 

"Please," Sherry gasped.

Brad's arm froze. Time seemed to stand still as he waited to hear the next word out of her mouth.

"Please, I want your cock," she moaned.

"Say it again," Brad insisted as he whipped her once more.

"Please...fuck me with your cock... fuck me ...until I come," she stuttered.

"I'm not sure I understand what you want," Brad replied. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. With his free hand he grabbed his cock and pressed the tip against Sherry's wet pussy.

"Is this what you want?" he asked as he dragged the flogger along her spine.

"I want your hard cock in my tight ass," Sherry replied.

"Well, if that is what you want..." 

Brad set down the flogger and picked up the bottle of lube. He drizzled some on his condom-covered dick and then poured a generous amount on to Sherry's ass. He closed the bottle and dropped it to the floor.

The liquid was refreshingly cool on her skin as it ran down between her ass cheeks. Sherry felt Brad's cock press against her ass. His hands gripped her hips and gently pulled her backwards. She gritted her teeth and pushed back against him. He felt bigger than she expected. He was noticeably bigger than any of her toys. It wasn't painful, but it was certainly a stretch to accommodate him. He stopped the moment the flared head of his cock was inside her.

"More," she moaned, " I want all of you."

Up to this point everything had been easy. Brad had not given a second thought to using the flogger on Sherry, but now he was concerned about hurting her. She felt incredibly tight. He heard her ask for more, but hesitated. Much to his surprise she began to push back, slowly taking in the entire length of his erection. Brad felt his own orgasm building. He began to slide in and out of Sherry. Encouraged by her moans he began to go faster and faster.

It did not actually hurt until the thick base of Brad's cock invaded her body. Even then it wasn't the kind of pain that made her want to stop. Instead she drove her ass back even more, pushing through the discomfort until Brad was completely inside her. She smiled at her accomplishment.

"You like that?" Brad asked.

Sherry managed to squeak out a single word, "Yes."

Brad pulled on her hips, the gesture was symbolic. There was no way he could be any deeper inside her.

"I'm going to fuck you till you beg me to come," he said and he slowly slipped his cock out of her.

"Please, please fuck me. I want you to come on my ass," Sherry replied, reminding him of her request.

Even with the condom on Brad was struggling to hold back his orgasm. The tightness of her ass felt better than he had imagined. He looked down again, still not believing what he saw. He was fucking Sherry in the ass. The feeling of penetrating her, of the flared head of his cock stretching her open was his favorite part. He liked being inside her, but nothing felt as good as the tip of his dick pushing into her ass.

Much to her relief Sherry found her body adapted to Brad's cock rather quickly. She toyed with Brad, clenching her muscles around his cock, making him strain to enter her body. She could tell he was getting close to orgasm. His movements were getting clumsy as more and more of his attention was focused on holding back his orgasm. Sherry smiled, she was going to show him who was really in charge. She squeezed his cock a bit tighter.

"That's it, fuck me, fuck my ass. Let it go, I want you to come all over my ass. I want to feel your hot cum," she cried out.

She felt Brad pull his cock out of her. The next few seconds passed in slow motion. She heard Brad strip the condom off his penis. His bare cock nestled between her ass checks. He was only able to thrust against her one time before he came. Sherry felt a stream of hot cum spray along the length of her spine. Brad moaned loudly as the second stream poured onto the small over her back. She felt each drop that hit her skin and mixed with her sweat.

Only after his orgasm had faded did Brad realize that Sherry had dictated the time and intensity of his climax. He looked down at her. His cum was splattered over the lower half of her back. She had turned her head and was looking at him over her shoulder. The smile on her face told him everything he wanted to know. Slowly he stood upright. Brad grabbed Sherry's hair and pulled until she was standing in front of him.

The hair pulling caught Sherry by surprise. She had expected Brad to collapse on to the bed. Instead he pulled her against his body. His cock was no longer hard but still felt thick as it was sandwiched between their bodies. Brad put his hand on her cheek and slowly turned her head to the side. His lips met hers in a gentle kiss.

"Did you like your present?" she asked.

"Very much," he replied.

"I liked giving it to you, so you might get it again," she said.

"Really? " he asked.

"Really really," Sherry answered.

Sherry turned and put her arms around Brad.

"I think we need a shower. I can't send you back to your wife in this condition," Sherry explained. She thought about the words she had just spoken. She had no qualms about Brad leaving to go back to Charlotte. She enjoyed their time together but knew that he must return to his wife. She pushed the thoughts out of her head as she led Brad into the bathroom. The future was not her concern right now. She had a naked man to clean up, and that required almost no thinking.

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The Affair Episode 08



As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. I hope you enjoy the story.



The sound of a car door closing caught Charlotte's attention. She was sitting on the couch reading, still as naked as when Brad had left in the morning. She listened for a second door to close, wondering if Brad would invite Sherry in. Instead she heard the car leaving. She picked up her book and continued reading. When Brad entered the room she casually looked over the top of her book at him.

"That was a long birthday brunch," she chided.

"We went shopping and a few other things," Brad replied.

"Did Sherry give you something for your birthday?"

"Yea, she might have gone a bit overboard," Brad answered, blushing slightly.

"Can you show me what she got you?"

"Yes," Brad said reaching behind his back.

He had considered asking Sherry to come in just to show off the ribbon tattoo slightly above her ass, but had decided against it. What he did have to show was the flogger. Brad pulled it out of his back pocket and held it out for Charlotte to see, then slapped it against his thigh.

"Kinky, I like it," Charlotte said as she stood up.

"Really?" Brad replied.

"Really really," she smiled.

Charlotte took the flogger from Brad. She ran the leather tendrils through her hand, and then swished them against her breasts. She finished by slapping it against her thigh.

"You look too tired to whip me, why don't you sit down and rest," Charlotte offered. 

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. Once there she seated him on a stool near the foot of the bed.

"What have you been doing while I was out?" Brad asked.

"Oxygen Channel had a "Hunky Men of Romantic Comedies" marathon, so I sat on the couch and got hot and bothered. You arrived just in time to watch me play with a few toys," Charlotte answered. She decided not to mention the time she spent wondering if having her own affair would jump start her libido to match Brad's unquenchable desire for sex. It seemed an inappropriate topic to discuss on his birthday.

"So you did not miss me?" Brad inquired.

"I missed this," Charlotte answered as she peeled his shirt off.

"Okay, as long as I was missed," Brad replied.

Charlottes sank to her knees. One at a time she removed Brad's shoes.



She then unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. Charlotte could see his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear. With the back of her hand she brushed his cock. Then she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and stripped them off, leaving Brad naked.

Charlotte walked over to her dresser and opened a drawer. She began sorting through her collection of vibrators and dildos. She did not have very many, but spent a few moments picking each one up and examining it. She settled on two. One was a clear acrylic and completely smooth. The second was slightly larger and very realistic looking. It was flesh colored and about the size of Brad's erect penis. Holding one in each hand she sat at the foot of the bed and smiled at Brad.

The stool he was sitting on was not very comfortable but Brad did not care. He had a front row seat to Charlotte masturbating; he could have been on a bed of nails and still been quite happy. She set the larger toy aside and rolled the other one between her hands. Grasping it with one hand she lifted it to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. The clear toy accentuated Charlotte's pursed lips as she slid it in and out of her mouth. Finally she leaned back until she was lying flat on the bed. Charlotte spread her legs apart and pressed the dildo against her labia. Brad smiled at the sight of pure sexy Charlotte. He liked to look at her when she was giving him a blowjob or riding his cock. He enjoyed the way she looked when he fucked her doggie style. But seeing just her naked body writhing with pleasure was unbelievable arousing. He winced when she plunged the toy into her pussy. Without realizing it he began to stroke his erection. 

Charlotte planted her feet on the bed and raised her hips in the air. The toy felt good but what really excited her were the quiets moans she heard from Brad. She thought masturbating in front of him would be embarrassing. Instead it was exhilarating.  She brought her knees together and rolled over. Charlotte raised her ass in the air and spread her legs apart. All she could see of Brad was his midsection. Centered between her thighs was the sight of him yanking on his erection. Charlotte reached back and put the toy between her legs again. Once again the tip parted her labia and sank into her body.

Brad felt increasingly aroused as he watched Charlotte. With her ass high in the air she was ramming the toy between her legs hard and fast. With a loud moan she stretched out flat on the bed, her hips rising and falling as she fucked herself with the dildo. Finally she stopped moving, then rolled over and sat up.

"Did you like that?" Charlotte asked.

"Uh, yea," Brad said, nodding towards his throbbing erection.

"Think I can do better?"

"I can't imagine being more turned on than I am now," Brad replied.

"I expected you to be more creative, now sit on your hands. I don't want you touching yourself.  I want this to be all mental."

Charlotte bent at the waist until she was eye to eye with Brad. She put one hand on his shoulder. She took a deep breath, inhaling Brad's scent. Grasping the larger dildo in her other hand she guided it between her legs. In her mind it wasn't a silicone toy, it was another man. In her mind she was about to get fucked hard while her husband watched. Charlotte rubbed the tip of the cock against her labia. She could tell by the feel she was dripping wet. Slowly she pushed it in. As the dildo penetrated her she let out a stuttered moan, "uh...uh...ahh...ah, ah, ah."

Brad realized she was right. This was better. Seeing her masturbate with the toy had been exciting, but not much more than a porn video. Seeing her expression, feeling her breath on his face, listening to her moan made his cock ache. She had been smart to make him sit on his hands. If he had been stroking his cock he would have already cum. Having to imagine her pussy being stretched open by the toy was actually more erotic than seeing it. The wet sound of the toy sliding in and out of her was testament to how aroused she was.

Charlotte leaned forward and pressed her lips against Brad's. At the same time she continued to fuck herself with the toy. Brad's tongue snaked into her mouth. Her entire body was starting to quiver with excitement as she imagined being with two men at the same time. With great effort she pushed herself away from Brad, breaking their kiss.

He did not want to stop kissing her, but Brad had faith that Charlotte had something better for him. He was not disappointed. She rose up slightly and moved a bit closer. Her breasts hung right in front of his face. She ran her fingers through his hair, finally cupping the back of his head in her hand. He could tell she was fucking herself harder. Brad could hear her hand slapping against her flesh as she rammed the silicone cock deep in to her pussy. Her tits bounced with each impact. Charlotte's nipples were swollen to almost the size of his fingertips. The slapping sound continued, each time sounded louder. Each time sounded wetter. Brad could see her chest flushing red as her excitement increased. His cock ached and precum flowed from the tip. He wondered if she could make him cum without even touching his cock.

Charlotte was completely lost in her fantasy. She moaned as she rammed to the toy into her pussy, "Harder, harder, fuck me harder." 

She pulled Brad's head to her breast and felt his lips wrap around her nipple.  She felt absolutely no guilt about her fantasy. With her blessing Brad had fucked Sherry only hours earlier, so she was clearly entitled to her imaginary affair, but she still felt a little guilty. Charlotte shifted her weight so she was leaning on Brad.  Her legs began to feel weak has entire body was racked by orgasm. The dildo slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.

"Sit...on... the... floor," she stammered, unable to form more than one syllable words.

The expression on her face told Brad the magnitude of Charlotte's orgasm. He had never been in a position to witness it quite like this. Just the look in her eyes made his skin tingle. The moment she told him to sit he complied, sitting straight up, legs extended in front of him. Charlotte struggled to plant her feet by his hips, almost like she was drunk. She put one hand on his shoulder and unsteadily lowered her body. Brad felt her other hand on his cock. Her wet, hot pussy pressed down on the tip of his erection. She let go of his cock and wrapped both her arms around his neck.  Slowly she sank down until she was sitting in his lap, her legs extended behind him. He was buried inside her. Brad could feel her muscles clenching down on his cock as her orgasm continued. He could not stop looking at her face and her expression of absolute euphoria; not even the highly erotic sight of her shapely breasts could tear his eyes away. Brad knew he if he looked down he would see her pussy impaled on his throbbing erection, but at the moment nothing was sexier than the look on his wife's face. It felt like her orgasm was a whirlpool and he was being sucked into it.

"Tell me to fuck your cock," she stammered.

"Fuck my cock, fuck it hard. I want to be all the way inside you," Brad moaned.

The fantasy was over. It had done its job and pushed her over the edge of her climax. Charlotte no longer wanted her imaginary lover. She wanted Brad. She had practically fallen on to his cock as her legs turned to jelly. Having his arms around her was all that kept her upright. With all her remaining strength she pulled against his neck, but she could not lift herself. Brad slipped his hands down her body and grabbed her ass. She leaned forward and kissed him as he bounced her up and down in his lap. She closed her eyes and lost herself in a torrent of pleasure.

He just wanted to feel her. Brad stopped lifting Charlotte up and down. With his cock completely engulfed by her body he wrapped his arms around her. Her breasts were pressed tight against his chest and her tongue wrestled with his as he launched into his own climax.  His cock jerked as it pumped the little remaining cum in his body into his wife.  She stopped kissing him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You were right," Brad said with a grin, "that was better."

"I'm impressed you were able to get it up after everything you have done today."

"I will always find a way to get it up for you," Brad replied. He knew it sounded sappy, but it was true. Pleasing Charlotte was something he always strived for.

"So is that enough sex?" she asked.

"That depends, are you offering more?" Brad replied.

Charlotte punched him in the shoulder, "You are such a pig."

"I'm just saying I won't ever turn you down," Brad answered.

"Or anyone else."

"Right now I'd turn down all but a select few."

"Well, I don't think Kate Beckinsale is going to pop in for a quickie, so you should probably get some rest..."

Charlotte slowly stood up. She walked over to where she had dropped her sex toy and picked it up.

"I'm going to put this away and take a shower," she said, walking toward the bedroom.

"Can I join you?" Brad asked.

"No."

"Can I watch?" Brad asked.

"Really?" Charlotte replied with a bit of disbelief in her voice.

"It is my birthday," Brad reminded her.

"Okay, but only because it is your birthday," she said with mock exasperation. She briefly considered calling his bluff. It was highly unlikely he could have another erection but Charlotte was too exhausted to challenge him. Her lengthy orgasm had left her feeling drained.

Brad leaned on the bathroom counter as he watched his wife shower. Much to his disappointment she had not taken the dildo into the shower with her.  She still put on a bit of a show for him with the shower massage, but she did not invite him in. It was just as well. As much as his cock ached to be inside Charlotte again his erection would not return. Brad thought if Charlotte had played with the toy or teased him a bit more he could have managed another erection.

Brad took a quick shower after Charlotte. True to their agreement she spent the rest of the evening naked. Brad thought it made everything a bit more exciting, even watching TV. He was amused when she chatted on the phone with one of her friends. Even at dinner the only thing she wore was the napkin in her lap.

Charlotte found she liked being naked. The entire house was her private nudist getaway. She enjoyed all the attention Brad was giving her. After dinner she insisted on clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. She loaded it one item at a time, always bending at the waist. She turned frequently, giving him a different view of her body each time. 

The idea of having sex with Brad again began to sound attractive as the evening turned to night. Charlotte did not make any offers, but she wouldn't have turned him down. He seemed content just to watch her as she went about her nightly activities.

As he watched her move about the house Brad realized he really enjoyed seeing Charlotte naked. He wondered if she would be willing to go to a topless beach. He was encouraged by subtle signs that she was starting to feel horny again. Her nipples stood out just a bit and he caught her staring at his crotch more than once.

"I think I will go to the gym, care to join me?" Brad asked. He wanted to fuck Charlotte again, but his body needed a little more time to recover. 

"I don't think they will let me in without clothes," Charlotte replied.

"I will give you a pass," Brad offered.

"No, a deal is a deal. Don't worry, I will still be here when you get back," she teased.

Brad suspected that Charlotte knew he had fucked Sherry at the gym. He wondered if he could convince his wife to try sex in public. He decided he would just plant the seed of the idea tonight. He changed into his gym clothes and headed out the door.

"I'm only naked until midnight, and then I'm putting on the sweatpants." Charlotte reminded him.

"Don't worry, I will be back," he assured her.

As he opened his car door Brad looked back at the house one more time. Charlotte was in the window, still naked, blowing him a kiss. He smiled as he slid into the leather seat. He would certainly be back before midnight.



The Affair Episode 09



As always thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. Note: You don't have to read the stories in order, but it makes a bit more sense if you do. The reason for the affair is explained in the first episode. 

*

The parking lot at the gym was almost completely deserted. The single car present was parked far from the door which usually indicated it was the car of an employee. Brad pulled into a spot by the door. Through the glass door he saw the likely owner of the lone car. Her name was Amanda. She led some of the classes Brad had taken and he had spoken to her on several occasions. He knew she was twenty nine, that she was working on a business degree and was a huge formula one racing fan.

The sound of the front door opening caused Amanda to look up from her textbook. She recognized the man walking in. He was one of her favorite members. Brad was a regular in her spinning class. Unlike most of the men he did not pick a bike in the back row so he could stare at the female attendee's asses. Brad was always in the front row and during the stand up sprints his legs could be used to teach an anatomy class. Every muscle was clearly defined, although sometime his legs were spinning so fast they were just a blur. 

In the last few weeks he had become a lot more interesting. There was something going on between Brad, his wife Charlotte and another club member named Sherry. Of the three Brad was the only one that would show up alone, usually between midnight and four am. Sherry and Charlotte were regulars, but they always came with each other or Brad. Amanda knew Brad was having sex with Sherry. She had seen the two of them going at it in the pool area during one of Brad's two a.m. visits. After watching Brad fuck Sherry Amanda had locked herself in the office and stroked herself it an amazing orgasm. She was pretty sure that Charlotte was aware of what her husband was doing. She wondered if they were a threesome or if Brad was starting his own harem. Despite Brad being at least ten years older than she was he had recently been the object of her masturbatory fantasies. More than once she had watched him work out and then slipped off to a private office to satisfy herself. As she watched him approach Amanda felt her temperature rise. Brad was wearing a compression shirt and running shorts that showed off his legs.

When he swiped his card the computer display in front of Amanda reminded her that it was his birthday.

"Happy Birthday, Brad. You're in a little early, it's only eleven. I wasn't expecting you until two in the morning," she said cheerfully.

"Thank you. It's been a crazy day. I'm pretty sure I will sleep well enough tonight that I won't be making a two a.m. visit," Brad replied, thinking he was making the understatement of the year. Despite his trysts with Charlotte and Sherry he found the sight of Amanda arousing.

"About half the equipment is being replaced, that is why there is nobody here tonight. If you need any suggestions on alternate workouts just let me know," Amanda said.

Brad grabbed a towel from the counter, "I'm sure I will find something."

Amanda watched Brad walk into the deserted gym. She found herself thinking if he was five years younger and single she would have offered a special personal training session for him.

Brad found that the equipment he used was still in service and began his workout. Thoughts of Amanda kept breaking his focus. He took a few minutes to focus on her completely, hoping it would get out of his system. Before he knew it he had spent ten minutes thinking of her perky breasts and tight ass. The only muscle he was working out was the one between his legs. He decided a few sets of pull ups would put him back on track.

When Amanda saw on the video monitor that Brad was walking towards the pull up bars she decided it would be a good time for her hourly walk around of the gym. She picked up a clip board to appear official and began her 'inspection' of the facility.

At first Amanda tried to be discreet, looking down at her clipboard but watching Brad in her peripheral vision. By the time he started his second set she rationalized that he was too focused on his workout to notice her. The muscles in his arms and shoulders bulged as he hoisted his body up and down. At the top of each pull up he curled his legs against his body. Amanda could see Brad's abdominal muscles though the tight fitting shirt. It wasn't the clearly defined six-pack the younger gym rats had but it was close enough to keep her attention. Eventually Amanda forced herself to continue her lap around the gym. As she neared the end of her tour she encountered Brad again. He was doing lunges. She couldn't help but stop and watch him. His arms were still pumped up from the pull ups and now his legs were equally well defined. Amanda felt her nipples swelling beneath her shirt. She held the clipboard against her breasts to hide her arousal. She stayed until Brad finished his workout.

"Your form looks good," she said, hoping he was convinced she was there in an official capacity and not as a stalker.

"Thanks. I'm probably too old to be abusing my knees like that, but it seems like a good workout," he replied, wiping his brow with the towel.

For reasons she could not explain, Amanda lowered the clipboard. Her nipples were noticeably protruding through her shirt. Her eyes went straight to Brad's crotch, looking for a response. Much to her disappointment he lowered the towel, holding it in a way that blocked her view. She regained eye contact with him, blushing slightly at her behavior.

Braid raised one eyebrow at her blatant stare, and took a small step backwards, desperately trying to keep her from seeing the tent in his pants. "You know, I, ah, think I'm done for the night. So, I'll just...Hit the showers before I leave," Brad muttered as he turned towards the men's locker room.

As he walked towards the showers Brad replayed the last few minutes. Why had Amanda showed him her swollen nipples? Was she trying to tell him something? He had reflexively covered his growing erection with the towel; maybe he should have let her see it. How the hell was he able to get an erection after fucking both Charlotte and Sherry earlier in the day? And why was he going to the shower? He had not brought a change of clothes with him. It was just as well, he probably needed a cold shower before he walked past Amanda again.

When she returned to the front desk Amanda filed her inspection checklist. She could not stop thinking about Brad. Her arousal had progressed beyond just her nipples. She could feel herself getting wet as she thought about Brad's well toned body. Suddenly she realized she was walking across the gym and was half way to the men's locker room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked herself aloud as she paused in the middle of the gym floor. Her feet began to move again, apparently taking instructions from somewhere besides her brain. As she entered the men's locker room she could hear the shower. In the mirror she watched herself undress. It felt like an out of body experience. She knew she could get fired for what she was doing, yet she did not stop. In the mirror she saw an attractive blonde woman walking naked across the men's locker room. She watched the woman's breasts bounce up and down with each step, her ponytail swing from side to side. Amanda knew she was the woman in the mirror, but the actions were not hers. Suddenly she was looking at the shower curtain. On the other side of it was Brad.

The noise of the shower curtain opening started Brad. What he saw when he turned around stunned him. Amanda was standing there completely naked. Her eyes were filled with a combination of lust and fright. Atop her perky breasts her nipples stood fully erect. Her upper lip quivered. Brad felt his cock begin to swell and rise. Brad pinched himself, he was not dreaming. He watched as Amanda dropped to her knees and put her hands on his erection. He put his hands on her head and pulled her open mouth towards his cock. He gripped her ponytail in his hand, using it as a handle to move her head back and forth. He pushed her head down onto his cock.

The spray from the shower was cool by the time it hit her skin, giving her a bit of a chill. In contrast Brad's erection was hot as it filled more and more of her mouth. Amanda felt like she was Brad's toy and that her sole purpose was to pleasure him. Her lips stretched around his thick cock. She wondered if he was going to cum in her mouth or not. She did not care. She was living for the moment. Amanda pressed her tongue against the shaft of Brad's cock, feeling every detail of its surface.

The sight of his erection sliding into Amanda's mouth alone was enough to push Brad to orgasm. The feeling of her lips tightly pursed around his cock only accelerated the process. He pulled her head back until her lips rested on the tip of his erection. He stared into her eyes and saw hunger and lust. Slowly he pushed her head back down. Amanda's tongue swirled around the head of his cock and it sank deeper and deeper into her mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth her head bobbed, guided by Brad's hand. Brad was right on the edge or his orgasm. He held her head still, enjoying the euphoric feeling. Then he thrust his hips forward, driving his entire cock into Amanda's mouth. Brad fucked her mouth as thick streams of cum sprayed down her throat.

As the last bit of cum drained from his cock Brad pulled Amanda to her feet and turned her towards the shower. She put her hands against the wall as he guided his cock between her legs. Brad spread her firm ass cheeks apart so he could see his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. With one hand he reached around and stroked her clit. She was soaking wet and not from the shower. He rammed his cock between her legs, filling her in a single thrust. A guttural moan escaped her lips. Brad put his other hand on Amanda's breast, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

The taste of Brad's cum was still on her lips as Amanda braced herself against the shower wall. She had certainly not expected to feel Brad's cock slamming into her. She thought he would be done after the blowjob. Maybe he was taking Viagra. Maybe he was a porn star. It didn't matter to her. As the warm water splashed on her tits and Brad's throbbing erection filled her pussy she felt her orgasm building. The feeling of his fingers stroking her clit and tugging on her nipple only added to her ecstasy.

"Fuck me harder, harder, harder," she screamed as Brad pounded his cock deep into her body. Every few strokes he paused, pulling his erection almost all the way out each time so that just the tip rested on her lips. Then he shoved it in, stretching her pussy open. The sensation of her labia spreading around the head of his cock sent a shiver up her spine. Brad thrust until his hips were pressed against her ass. Her G spot was sandwiched between his probing fingers on the outside and his hard shaft on the inside. Amanda ground her ass against him, trying to get just a little more of his cock inside her. She wanted to be completely filled. She could not believe this was happening. 

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, "I want you to make me come, please make me come."

Brad stared in disbelief at the sight in front of him. He was mesmerized by the image of Amanda's pussy stretched around his erection. He did not understand how his dick could still be hard. Maybe it was the hot young blonde he was fucking, maybe Sherry or Charlotte had slipped some sort of drug into his food, or maybe it was some kind of birthday miracle. Whatever it was, he did not want to waste the opportunity. He slid every bit of his cock into the warm wet folds of Amanda's pussy. Her moans were music to his ears. When she cried out that she was cumming Brad wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight against himself. He could feel her clenching down on his cock. He kept thrusting until she whispered she was done. Brad turned her around and stroked her cheek. Then be bent down and softly kissed her on the mouth. After a long embrace Brad stepped out of the shower, giving her a moment of privacy to clean up.

When Amanda stepped out of the shower Brad was waiting for her. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand. She took it from him.

"Where did you get this?" she asked.

"The front desk," he replied.

"You walked all the way across the gym in a towel? What if someone saw you?"

"You are worth the risk, besides tonight is my lucky night," Brad answered.

"I hope you don't think you will make a habit of fucking me in the men's shower," Amanda said.

"I'd settle for making it a birthday tradition."

Amanda felt like her reply was another out of body experience, "It's a deal, but I expect the same for my birthday."

"That sounds good to me."

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Amanda said as she put her panties back on.

"Of course," Brad replied.

"What is going on with you, your wife, and Sherry? And you can tell me it is none of my business."

Brad took a deep breath. He decided to be honest.

"I'm fucking Sherry," he blurted out.

"And your wife knows about it?" Amanda asked.

"It was her idea. I wanted sex more often than she did. She thought we would both be happier if I, uh, found another outlet for my desires."

"Did it work?"

"So far it has," Brad replied, still admiring Amanda's perky breasts.

"Did you fuck her today?" Amanda asked, surprised at the frankness of their conversation.

"Which her?" Brad said, answering Amanda's question with one of his own.

"Sherry or Charlotte, who did you fuck today?" 

"Both actually, several times each," Brad replied with a grin.

"And me, I can see why your wife wanted some relief. How did you manage to get it up with me?" Amanda asked, astounded by his answer.

"It's you. You have spectacular breasts, a sensuous mouth and being inside you feels incredible. I guess that's all it takes for me," Brad explained.

"Well, then I think I'm going to have one amazing birthday fuck in a few months. I suppose that will be okay with your wife as well?

"Our deal is as long as she gets all the sex she wants I can do what I want with the, uh, extra," Brad replied.

Brad walked out of the dressing room first, and then waved to Amanda when he saw there was no one else in the gym. The two of them walked to the front door and Brad let himself out. Amanda had told him that the camera system was also being worked on, so there would not be a video of him wandering around the gym wearing only a towel. He glanced at the clock in his car. He had just enough time to get home before midnight. He grinned at the thought of seeing his wife naked one more time on his birthday.



The Affair Episode 10



This story started off in Loving Wives, but it really did not fit in very well. The chapter can stand on its own, but it will make a bit more sense if you start from the begining.

I have two people to thank for help with this story, Cheer_Smarte526 and YellowEyes. They both helped make the story better. I hope you enjoy it.





Step by step, Brad ascended the stairs. The house had been dark when he arrived home, and he had not turned on any lights. By the time he reached the bedroom, his eyes had adjusted to the dark. 

He paused in the doorway. Charlotte was sprawled out on the bed, lying on her belly. Moonlight poured into the room through the windows. All of the curtains were drawn back. The display on the clocked showed it was eight minutes to midnight. True to their arrangement, his wife did not have a stitch of clothing on. She had kicked off the sheets, and her entire body was exposed. Brad could not look away from the sight of his wife. She was laying face down on the bed, her ass illuminated by the moonlight. 

Charlotte stirred. Brad let out a sigh as she rolled over. She turned onto her back, her legs spread just enough for him to see her labia and her arm stretched over her head, putting her breasts on display. Brad was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. His cock ached; he had put a lot of miles on it today, and it was obvious that another erection was not going to happen any time soon.

Brad began to undress, never taking his eyes off the sexy creature sprawled out in front of him. He quietly slipped into bed next to his wife. The distinct scent of Charlotte's arousal caused Brad to look at her again. He noticed her nipples were erect. A soft moan escaped her lips, but her eyes remained shut. 

Brad rolled onto his side, entranced by the sight of his wife having what appeared to be a very sexy dream. His cock struggled to get hard, but he was simply too exhausted. He leaned over, holding his mouth less than an inch above Charlotte's breast, letting his warm breath flow over her swollen nipple. 

Brad's hand hovered over Charlotte's pussy. He could feel the heat radiating out from her sex. He dared not touch her, not wanting to interrupt her dream. He hoped she could remember enough to tell him about it in the morning.

From his vantage point just above her tits, Brad could see that she was breathing faster now, her chest rising and falling at an accelerated rate. The heat between her legs increased, and Brad realized he was watching his wife have an orgasm in her sleep. She moaned again, and then her entire body relaxed. Charlotte's breathing slowly returned to normal. 

Brad sat up and took on more look at his wife. He could see a wet spot on the sheets between her legs and concluded that it must have been quite a dream. Brad lay on his back, listening to Charlotte's quiet breathing and drifted off to sleep. It was midnight. His birthday was over.

~

The first rays of the morning sun found their way into the bedroom, providing just enough light to reveal both inhabitants lying naked on the bed. Charlotte's eyelids fluttered, and she yawned before looking over at her sleeping husband. He was lying on his back, with his arms sprawled out to either side. She noticed he had an erection, which was not out of the ordinary. Brad frequently woke up with 'morning wood', but given the previous day's activities, Charlotte was a little surprised he could get it up. 

Charlotte decided that he deserved a special wake-up and leaned over his body. Her lips were less than an inch from the tip of his cock, and he showed no signs of waking up. He smelled like sex, but it was not her own scent, and it wasn't the scent of his mistress Sherry either. Charlotte wondered who Brad had found to fuck in the middle of the night. 

She decided the interrogation could wait. There were more pressing matters to attend to. Charlotte wrapped her lips around her husband's cock. He moaned. She lowered her head, and his erection slid into her mouth.

Brad awoke to the feeling of Charlotte's tongue caressing the head of his cock. He opened his eyes and raised his head to take in the sight of her head bobbing up and down. The dull ache from all his birthday fucking faded as his wife's warm, wet mouth slowly engulfed more and more of his rigid shaft.

"Best wake-up ever," he moaned, as he reached out and put his hand on Charlotte's thigh. He pulled gently, encouraging her to move closer. She took his hint and lifted her leg over Brad's head and straddled his face.

Charlotte considered her action a late birthday present. She wasn't a huge fan of the 69 position, but Brad liked it. While having Brad's cock in her mouth was a turn on, actually giving him a blowjob made it difficult to focus on what Brad was doing to her. She stopped moving, holding just his engorged head in her mouth. Brad's strong hands pressed down on her ass until his tongue began to lap at her swollen labia. Charlotte moaned as Brad's lips brushed against her clit. 

Brad lowered his head for a moment, staring at Charlotte's wet vulva. His fingers stretched out until they could reach the wet, pink flesh. Brad pushed one finger inside her, relishing the warm wetness of her sex. Seeing her being penetrated caused him to push his hips upwards.

Charlotte sat up, and turned to face her husband, "So you had quit a birthday, didn't you?"

"You fucking know I did," he replied, grinning.

"Did you have sex at the gym?" she asked.

"Yes, Amanda kind of threw herself at me." Brad replied.

"Holy shit!" Charlotte exclaimed. "How much pussy do you need?"

"All I need is you. The rest is just icing on the cake."

"I think you have had more icing than cake," she replied. Charlotte had noticed the way Amanda looked at her husband, so it was not a complete surprise that she had come on to Brad. Charlotte found the thought of her husband fucking the sexy young blonde surprisingly arousing.

"How did you know?" Brad asked.

"I just know. It's a wife thing. Don't ever try to sneak something past me. Is that why you did not wake me up?"

"Actually, no. I honestly did not think I could top the dream you were having," Brad answered. Just the mention of her dream heightened Charlotte's arousal. 

"Do you remember our arrangement?" she asked, looking at his erect cock.

"Yes I do, and I will find a way to honor my obligations," he replied.

"You are too tired... or too sore?" she wondered aloud, her voice coy. She knew she would be bit annoyed that he had not held something back for her. Amanda had not been part of their arrangement, although she did not really fault Brad for what he did. Charlotte wondered if he would be able to make her forget his transgression.

Brad glanced down at his dick. It was sore, but it was also fully erect. He was amazed at what he had accomplished in the past twenty four hours, but he wanted more. More importantly, his wife wanted more, and he did not plan on disappointing her.

"So, this dream: was I part of it?" he asked.

"I don't remember it that well. I do know there was a foot massage, and I know I was pinned down and fucked hard. Does that sound like something you would do?" She asked the question with a seductive smile on her face.

Brad knelt at the foot of the bed and wrapped his hand around her foot. Her skin was smooth and clean. Brad pressed his thumbs into the ball of her foot and was rewarded with a soft moan. He moved her foot to the side slightly, giving him a better view of her vulva. Brad never tired of seeing his wife naked.

"You like?" he asked.

"You are off to a good start; it might have been you," she whispered in response. Brad continued to massage her, working his way back to her heel, then gently pulling on each of her toes. When he finished massaging one foot, he switched to the other.

"Any requests?" he asked.

"I'm not falling for that," she answered. "I want to see how creative you can be."

"Then come lie on the floor so I can give you a proper massage," he instructed.

While his wife crawled out of bed, Brad fetched a candle and some massage oil from the dresser. For once, Charlotte's obsession with candles had come in handy. He lit it and set the candle on the floor a few feet away from where she lay face down on the floor.

Brad crouched between her legs, disappointed that her vagina was now masked by shadow. Putting both hands one leg, he began to caress her calf muscle. Bit by bit, he worked his way up. Brad softly pressed his fingertips into the backside of his wife's knee. She moaned and squirmed in response. 

Brad felt his heart rate increase when he pressed his hand against the inside of Charlotte's thigh. Brad slipped his fingers between the floor and her leg and then gently caressed her thighs. He pressed his fingertips into her thighs and his thumbs into her hamstring muscles. As Brad moved up her leg, he could feel the heat emanating from her sex.

Charlotte licked her lips and let out her breath. So far, Brad was making good on his promise to please her. Her arousal was building as Brad's slow massage covered more and more of her body. The feeling of the hard floor pushing her stiff nipples back into her firm tits was unusual, but also enjoyable. Charlotte arched her back when Brad's strong hands squeezed her ass. Both of his thumbs followed the valley between her ass cheeks, before disappearing into the gap between her legs. He stopped frustratingly short of touching her wet and swollen labia.

Charlotte lifted one shoulder and cupped her now exposed breast with her hand, only to have Brad pull it away. He grabbed his shirt off a nearby chair and draped it over her head. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Brad also repositioned himself so that he was kneeling above her head and leaning over her body.

When he saw her grab her breast, Brad hesitated. He loved watching Charlotte play with her tits. It was tempting to let her continue, but that was not part of her plan. He was a bit disappointed that he had to cut short his caressing of her firm ass and the probing of her nether regions. He covered her head with a shirt and knelt just above her head. 

Brad stretched his arms out and put his palms on the small of her back. He could not resist extending his fingers to touch her ass one more time. His hard cock ached, almost like it knew it was inches from Charlotte's soft lips and wet tongue. Bit by bit, he worked his way up her back, using his hands to work out the knots in her muscles. When he reached her shoulders, Brad ran his fingers through her hair, parting it to expose the skin underneath. Then he bent over and pressed his lips against her, kissing the nape of her neck.

The sensation of Brad's kiss sent a tingle down her spine. Charlotte was both relaxed and aroused. His hands gripped her shoulder, and he rolled her onto her back. She caught a brief glimpse of him. He was illuminated on one side by the flickering candlelight and on the other side by the morning sun.Brad covered her face with his shirt again. His thumbs pressed into the base of her neck, releasing what little tension was left in her body. 

Charlotte spread her legs apart, waiting for Brad to ravish her naked body. His fingertips advanced towards her breast. Her nipples ached for his touch. She felt his hand on her ribs. The edges of his thumb and forefinger pressed against the outer circumference of her tits. She could feel her pulse pounding, as his warm breath cascade over her nipples. She could not see him, but knew his lips were inches from her skin. She drew her shoulder blades together, pressing her breasts to his mouth, but he wasn't there. She waited for him to squeeze her tits in his strong hands, but instead she felt his fingers sliding down her body until they rested on her mound. 

Charlotte felt as if she was gushing onto the floor. Just before she could raise her arm and take matters into her own hand, Brad straddled her. His knees pressed against her hips and his shins pinned her arms in place.

It was with great effort that Brad resisted the temptation to take his wife's breasts into his hands and mouth. He allowed himself a few moments to gaze at the soft globes, as the morning light streamed in through the windows. The flickering candlelight made her erect nipples cast shadows on her skin. 

He moved to sit over her, pressing his thighs against her ribs. Brad reached out and grabbed her knees, drawing them in, then grabbed her ankles and pressed the soles of her feet together. The position he had put her in spread her labia apart just enough for him to make out her inner lips. Brad took a long look at her vulva. He wondered if she knew he was staring at her sex. For reasons he did not understand, she was reluctant to let him see that portion of her anatomy, so he took full advantage of the opportunity.

"Stay," he commanded, as he released her ankles. He grabbed two nearby pillows and wedged them under her knees to hold her legs in place. Keeping one hand on her mound, he pulled the skin back until he could see her clit. Her skin glistened with wetness. There were so many things he wanted to do, so many ways she wanted to touch, kiss, lick and caress her. He placed his free hand between her legs, his knuckles pressing against the floor. Brad's extended fingers pointed toward Charlotte, and then slowly slipped under her ass. Brad lifted one finger just enough to slightly part her ass cheeks and let his thumb rest against her inner labia. She was so wet and hot it felt like she was melting.

"Please," Charlotte begged, "please touch me. I need to come. I really, really need to..."

"Is this what happened in your dream?" Brad asked.

"I'm not sure. Why don't you keep going and maybe I will remember more. Please don't stop..." Charlotte replied.

In answer to her plea, she felt Brad's fingers slide down from her mound. When his finger tip briefly brushed her clitoris, she felt like she had been struck by lightning, but in a good way. His finger settled next to her nub, and made small, soft movements. She could feel her climax building at a glacial pace. Just when she thought she could not stand it any longer, he would make a small adjustment and take her to another plateau. Just like the massage, it was slow and felt wonderful. 

An unexpected source of pleasure was the solitary finger Brad had wedged against her ass. She had initially recoiled from his touch, but now it spurred her climax onward.

Brad continued to stroke his wife until the candle burned out. Every moment he stared between her legs, he felt his arousal grow, just as his erection grew. Just as the flame flicked out, he heard Charlotte's moans become words. She squeezed his finger with her ass, as she writhed with pleasure. Brad wriggled his finger, wondering if she had even noticed it was there.

"I want you inside me. I want to feel you inside me," Charlotte whispered.

They were the most erotic works Brad had ever heard. Each syllable dripped with sensuality. No amount of dirty talk, no begging to be fucked, no pleading to have his cock in her wet pussy, no insisting that he come in her mouth could match her soft plea. Brad slowly turned around. He lifted the shirt off her face and kissed Charlotte on the lips.

As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he pressed his cock against her. Charlotte's soft, wet lips parted to accept his girth. Brad pressed his hips forward until his entire length was buried inside her.  He kept his arms straight, watching her breasts sway as Charlotte ground against him.

"Yes, yes, yes," Charlotte said, between gasps for breath. "I'm ready for you to come. I want you to come inside me, I want you, I want you..." Her word faded to a low moan.

From the moment he saw her breasts bouncing up and down, Brad knew he was past the point of no return. As her muscles tightened around him in orgasmic contraction, Brad felt his climax rush out of his body. It was the most intense, most pleasurable orgasm he had felt in a long time. When he was spent, he slowly collapsed on to his wife. As he laid on top of her, the thing he was most aware of was the feeling of her tits pressed against his chest. Finally he rolled onto his back.

"Happy birthday, even if that present was a little late," Charlotte whispered.

"It was, it was," he replied.

They both lay in the bed for a few minutes catching their breath. Brad stroked Charlotte's hair. Charlotte sat up and reached over to her night stand.

"I have one more present for you," she said, handing him a small booklet. Brad flipped through it, as she continued talking. 

"I've decided to be more adventurous in bed," Charlotte went on, realizing that her gift paled in comparison to what had just happened. "Those are sex coupons. There are ten for sleeping naked, three for letting you watch me masturbate, four for hand jobs, and two letting you cum in my mouth."

Brad thumbed through the booklet a second time even. He appreciated the gesture, but was too spent to seriously consider using any of them. He wondered if there would ever be double coupon days. He put his arm around his wife and pulled her close.

"This has been a fantastic birthday," he said.

"Glad you liked it," Charlotte replied. "All of it." Charlotte snuggled up against her husband.

"So, are you going to tell me about your dream?" Brad asked.

"You were certainly one of the people in my dream," she replied.

"How many were there?" Brad inquired.

"At least three," Charlotte answered.

Brad sat up, "Anybody I know?"

"Yes, me," Charlotte replied, sitting up to lean against her husband. 

"Who else?"

"I'm not saying. Not yet," she answered. She watched as Brad flopped back onto the bed in mock frustration. Charlotte stood up. She could feel Brad's cum running down her leg. How the hell was he not empty after all the fucking around he did. 

"Once again you have made a mess of me; I'm going to take a shower... alone."

"You don't want to stay here with me?" Brad asked.

"I do, but I have a brunch date with your mistress," Charlotte replied. "She's my friend too, you know."

"Are you going to talk about me?" Brad asked.

"Oh, I imagine you will come up at some point," Charlotte said, as she shut the door and started the shower.

Brad reclined, thinking about the way his wife looked in the shower, the water cascading over her naked body, and drifted off to sleep.

~

The door to the bathroom cracked open, and a wisp of steam flowed out. Charlotte's head emerged, her hair wrapped in a towel. When she noticed that Brad was fast asleep, she tiptoed out and grabbed her clothes. Still naked, she stepped into the hallway and shut the door to the bedroom. If Brad woke up, he would probably try to talk her back into bed. Brad was difficult to say no to, and Charlotte didn't want to be late for her brunch. 

She finished getting dressed in the hallway. She walked downstairs and picked up a magazine. She had a little time to kill before Sherry showed up.

Brad was still in the bedroom when Charlotte heard a car pull into the driveway. She set down her magazine and walked to the window just in time to see Sherry emerge from her car. Sherry was wearing an outfit she was ten years too old to be wearing, but somehow managed pull off. She was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt that showed off her large breasts and a short skirt that flaunted her legs. Sherry's hair was pulled into a tight pony tail that swung from side to side as she walked up to the house.

Charlotte opened the door and greeted Sherry with a hug. The two women exchanged greetings and then sat down to chat.

"So, how did Brad conclude his birthday?" Sherry asked, not really expecting her friend to go into much detail.

"I was asleep when he got home. He said he just go into bed and fell asleep," Charlotte replied.




The Affair Episode 10



"I guess we wore him out," Sherry said with a proud grin.

"Not to burst your bubble, but we had some extra help," Charlotte revealed.

"Really, who?" Sherry was suddenly curious. 

"Amanda, the little blonde at the gym," Charlotte answered.

"So, Amanda's a player, I'm not surprised. I think she saw Brad and me at the gym. You know about that, don't you?" Sherry said.

"I knew about you and Brad at the gym; I didn't know Amanda was there too," Charlotte said.

"She was working that night, and there wasn't much else going on at the gym. she might have wandered by while Brad and I were going at it," Sherry explained. It felt a bit strange actually telling Charlotte that she was fucking Brad.

"Well, it sounds like it all worked out. Brad said he thought I was having a sex dream, so he let me sleep," Charlotte offered.

"And?" Sherry inquired.

"He was right. I don't remember much, but I remember it was hot. I'm pretty sure I had an orgasm. The sheets were pretty wet, so either I came or I wet the bed." Charlotte said, blushing slightly.

"I'm betting on the orgasm," Sherry said.

"And I got Brad to re-enact the one of the parts I remember, which was, well, nice." Charlotte said.

"So, he is not worn out..." Sherry said.

"Well, he might be now. He actually let me shower by myself. Last time I saw him, he was passed on the bed, still naked."

"Really, can I go take a peek?" Sherry asked.

"Sherry, really, yesterday wasn't enough?" Charlotte asked.

"I thought it was," Sherry said through a sheepish grin, "but then you told me he was naked. It's hard to resist Brad when he is naked."

"You have fifteen minutes, and then I am leaving for brunch, with or without you." Charlotte said, almost scolding her friend.

Sherry smiled.

"That's plenty of time for what I have in mind," and she began to walk towards the bedroom.

The bedroom door opened slowly, so as not to disturb the occupant. Sherry leaned in and peered around the door. Brad was exactly as Charlotte had described him, in bed, asleep and naked. One detail that Sherry had not included was that Brad had an erection. Sherry wondered what, or rather who, he was dreaming about. Sherry hoped it was her that was in his dream, eliciting the rather impressive physical response. It could also be his wife or the blonde from the gym. It could even be a combination. Sherry felt her nipples stiffen at the thought of being with Brad and another woman.

Sherry slipped into the room, pushing the door shut, as she approached Brad. She was so focused on the naked man lying on the bed that she did not notice the door failed to close completely. When she reached the edge of the bed, she slipped off her thong and dropped it on the floor.

"Curiosity killed the cat," Charlotte mumbled to herself as she followed Sherry's path towards the bedroom where her husband was probably still laying naked in bed. The door was slightly ajar; Charlotte approached it quietly, unable to contain her desire to see what Sherry was doing. She peeked in and saw Sherry standing at the foot of the bed, staring at Brad.

Sherry leaned forward and put her hands on the bed. She felt her breasts shift forward, the flimsy bra she was wearing unable to control her large tits. Brad began to stir as he felt the bed move.

"Hey, baby, are you up for a quickie," Sherry whispered.

The sound of Sherry's voice confused Brad for a moment. It seemed like he was just talking to Charlotte. He turned his head and looked at the clock. Almost an hour had passed since his wife had slipped away.

"Sherry..." he groaned, as the sleep drained from his eyes and he tried to focus, "does Charlotte know you are here?" "Yes, she gave me fifteen minutes and I have already wasted two of them staring at your sexy body. Now, about that quickie..." Sherry replied. Brad propped himself up on his elbows. Sherry was between his legs, leaning over the bed. An impressive amount of cleavage was visible through the collar of her shirt. Brad watched as she lowered her head and ran her tongue up the length of his throbbing erection. There was no way he was going to say no to Sherry's offer.

The silence was occasionally broken by a passing car. Charlotte strained hear something from the vicinity of the bedroom. It seemed like the clock on the wall was moving backwards. She fidgeted on the couch as she waited for Sherry to return. Finally, her curiosity was unbearable. She stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Would it be so wrong to just listen at the door, she wondered. 

As Charlotte approached, she noticed the door was open. She knew the proper thing to do was to turn back, but she could not resist the temptation. Charlotte stood just outside the room. The door was open just enough for her to see Sherry leaning over her husband, licking his cock. Charlotte wondered if Sherry had noticed that Brad had not showered, that his cock smelled like her pussy. The sight did not make Charlotte jealous; instead it aroused her.

Everything about Brad made Sherry think of sex, the way he looked, the way he felt, the way he smelled all heightened her state of arousal. She wrapped her hand around his rigid shaft and pulled the engorged head to her mouth. Sherry wrapped her lips around the smooth skin and began to suck. She knew her actions were a waste of the precious few minutes she had left. Brad's cock was more than hard enough to penetrate her sex and the additional lubrication was not needed. Her pussy was practically dripping, but she could not resist the temptation to feel his girth inside her mouth, even if it was for just a moment. She swirled her tongue around Brad's cock once, then pulled her head back.

"I want you to fuck me doggy style," she moaned, as she crawled onto the bed.

Brad was both disappointed and elated. It was unfortunate that the blowjob was just a tease, because Sherry excelled at giving head, but hearing her practically beg to be fucked doggy style more than made up for it. He watched her climb onto the bed. She reached out and grabbed the headboard, then wriggled her ass at him. 

Brad flipped up her skirt and put one hand between her legs. Now it was his turn to tease her. He pressed his thumb between her lips and stroked her mound with his fingers. He could feel her clit pressed against the palm of his hand. Sherry felt hot and wet; she was certainly ready for his cock. Brad reached forward with his other hand and pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her skirt. Sherry moaned as he continued to fuck her with his thumb.

The clock was running; Sherry was quite aware of that fact. She knew the smart thing to do was to tell Brad to hurry up and start fucking, but what he was doing now was quite enjoyable. He pressed his hand against her belly and began to slide it up her body. She felt him peel her bra back and grab her breast. Brad grabbed it firmly, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

Charlotte slipped her hand into her pants. In no time, her finger had found her clit, and she began to masturbate. She could not believe she was watching her husband fuck Sherry. She could not take her eyes off the two of them. Brad's naked body was pressed against Sherry. She could see him playing with her big tits under the tight fitting T shirt. Charlotte had no trouble imagining what Sherry was feeling. The thought of Brad's large, strong hands caressing her breasts and penetrating her pussy made Charlotte begin to tingle all over. She watched Brad take his hand from between Sherry legs and use it to guide his erection into her. Charlotte bit her lips to suppress a moan.

The wooden headboard was starting to get slippery under Sherry's sweaty palm. She gripped it tightly when she felt Brad's thumb slip past her labia. She knew what was coming next. She felt the tip of Brad's cock press against her vulva, before he rammed his cock into her and started fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. She felt his hand slid up her thigh, pushing the fabric of her skirt out of the way until he was stroking her clit. The combination of his hands pulling on her nipple and rubbing her clit alone could have brought her to climax. The addition of his cock filling her, pressing on her G-spot made an orgasm all but inevitable.

"That's it baby, don't stop, don't stop. Fuck me till I come, fuck me till I come,' she panted.

Brad looked down at Sherry. He had pushed her skirt up so he could see her labia stretched around his cock, as it slid back and forth. He was vaguely aware of the soreness from having sex so many times, but it was eclipsed by sensation of the approaching orgasm. He squeezed her large breast firmly and at the same time sandwiched her clit between two of his fingers. He drove his entire length into her body and paused. Brad could feel the wall of her vagina began to contract as her orgasm engulfed her.

"I'm coming, yes, yes, yes..." Sherry cried out as she climaxed.

Brad moved his hands to Sherry's hip, pulling her body against his. He began to thrust again, this time harder and faster. When his hips slapped against her ass Brad pulled back with his hand, so his cock was as far inside her as possible.

Charlotte wondered if the neighbor could hear Sherry, and if they could, did they know who Brad was fucking. Brad was a spectacular sight, his ass and legs tensing as he rammed his cock into Sherry over and over, the sinewy muscles in his arms straining to pull Sherry's hip against his own. Despite this, Charlotte found herself watching Sherry. The sight of her large breasts bouncing up and down, the sound of Brad's flesh slapping against hers; it made Charlotte wonder what it would be like to have Brad pull his cock out of Sherry and slip it into the wet slit between her own legs. Right now, that spot was taken by two of Charlotte's fingers. They were certainly less than Brad's girth, but adequate for the task at hand, that being bringing herself to climax.

"That's it honey, I want you to come," Charlotte whispered to herself. She could sense that Brad was getting close. When she heard him grunt and saw his body shudder, Charlotte fell into her own climax. She put one hand on the wall to steady herself and stroked herself with the other until her orgasm faded away. Charlotte quickly retreated down the hall, fanning herself, hoping that that her flushed face would return to a normal hue by the time Sherry joined her.

Brad remained buried inside Sherry for a few moments after his climax and then pulled his hips back. When his cock slipped out of her wet slit, Brad fell onto the bed next to her, ready for another nap.

"I'd love to stick around for some pillow talk, "Sherry said, as she rolled out of bed, "but I'm going to eat out your wife, I mean out to eat with your wife."

Sherry peeled off her shirt and stuffed her breasts back into her bra, then picked up her thong and slipped it back on. She wondered if Brad noticed her slip of the tongue. She put her shirt back on and ran her fingers through her hair. 

"Is it obvious I just got fucked?"

"As always, you look fantastic," Brad replied.

"Well, until next time," Sherry said, as she walked out of the bedroom. 

Charlotte was waiting for her in the living room, grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

"Are you always that loud? I have neighbors you know; now they think I'm a screamer."

"You say that like there is something wrong with being loud," Sherry replied, "and I blame Brad, I'm only that loud with him."

"If you don't mind, I have a minor wardrobe change to make before we go," Charlotte said, realizing her panties were soaking wet.

"Sure, you get five minutes with him..." Charlotte replied, a wide grin spreading across her face.

Sherry opened the door and walked into the bedroom. Brad was still sprawled out naked on the bed.

"Are you going to get dressed today?" she asked.

"I don't know, being naked has worked out pretty well so far," Brad answered. "Did you come back for more?"

"No," Charlotte said, kicking off her shoes and sliding off her pants.

"And yet you are undressing," Brad said, curious as to what was going on. He watched as Charlotte hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her plain, white panties. 

"I did not want you to be thinking of me wearing these." Charlotte slid the offending garments off and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper. Still half naked, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a lacy black thong. "This is how I want you to be thinking of me." Without another word she got dressed and walked out of the room.

Brad reclined on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

"Wow, that was a quickie," Shelly said, when she saw Charlotte emerge from the bedroom.

"Let's just say I left him wanting more," Charlotte replied. "You ready to go?"

"I was born ready," Sherry said.

Charlotte picked up her keys," Let's go."



The Affair Episode 11



This is part of a series, but it mostly stands on its own. It will make a bit more sense if you start from the beginning.

Thanks to LarryInSeattle and Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help editing this story. As always comments and rating are highly encouraged.




Brad stood and watched the people on the other side of the counter preparing his lunch. He dared not look over his shoulder. Sherry and Charlotte had already picked up their food and were sitting in a quiet corner. Brad knew the sight of his wife and mistress together would probably give him an erection, so he focused on the grill instead. It was Charlotte's idea for them to all have lunch together. He wondered if this was just a friendly meeting or if his wife and mistress had something else in mind.

Charlotte took a long drink of her beverage and then set it down. "He should be here in minute or so."

"Are you still okay with this?" Sherry asked. Seeing the straw between Charlotte's lips caused Sherry to imagine watching Charlotte sucking on Brad's cock. It was not the first time Sherry had thought about watching the two of them. Charlotte confided to her that every time Brad returned from one of his booty calls he had been extremely horny. More than once Sherry had fantasized about what Brad did when he went home to his wife. If Brad is agreeable, it will be a chance to fulfill a fantasy.

"Yea, yea, I am," Charlotte answered. "Do you think Brad will be okay with it?"

"After what he got for his birthday and what he is going to get out of this, he better be. If he objects I will kick his ass," Sherry replied.

"It's a nice ass to kick," Charlotte said, staring at her husband's backside.

"It is indeed," Sherry confirmed dreamily.

Once his order was complete, he picked up the tray and made his way through the nearly empty restaurant. They were having a late lunch, so the lack of patrons was understandable. He slipped into the booth next to his wife. His eyes were drawn to Sherry's impressive cleavage. Oddly, he felt comfortable sitting next to his wife and staring at Sherry's tits.

"I suppose you wonder why I have called you all here," Charlotte said. All eyes turned to her.

"I'm all ears," Brad said.

"As you may know, my birthday is in a few weeks, and I have been thinking about what I want," Charlotte said. She put her hand on Brad's thigh. "Brad, I want you to be open-minded about this. If you are uncomfortable about it we can discuss it, but I have thought about it a lot and it is something I want."

"Okay," Brad replied hesitantly.

"I want a threesome," Charlotte blurted out.

"Do you mean with us three?" Brad asked, a broad grin spreading across his face.

"Yes, but..." Charlotte answered.

Brad's grin vanished, "But what?"

"What I want for my birthday is you and another man," she said, her voice quivering slightly.

"What? But, why?" Brad replied, a bit surprised, "Am I not satisfying you?" 

"Yes, yes, oh God yes," Charlotte gushed, "but the time you spend with Sherry, well, I got to wondering what it would be like with someone else. I guess I am just curious, but at the same time, I'm too much of a chicken to try it on my own. It might not be for me, but I won't know until I try it. Do you understand?"

Brad sat quietly for a minute. His wife had been very open-minded about his affair with Sherry. There was no legitimate reason to say no, but it was difficult to imagine her with another man. He knew that she slept with other men before they met, possibly even while they were first dating. Now it was different.

"Why don't you hear us out," Sherry interjected, "and then we can discuss it."

"Okay, what do you have in mind?" Brad asked.

"It's actually three threesomes, one for each of us," Sherry explained, "The first will be you and I and another man. We want to see if you can play nice with others."

"Who is the other man?" Brad asked.

"That's Charlotte's choice. She's going to pick the man for me, and I'm going to pick the man for her. Neither of them will be anyone you know," Sherry explained. 

"And I have the perfect guy," Charlotte gushed, "He was an intern with my company a few years ago. He had a fling with one of the women in HR of all things. She said he was pretty talented and very, uh, creative."

"The second threesome will be Charlotte's actual birthday present," Sherry said with a seductive smile. It is you two and someone I will pick out. There are a few candidates and I might need to audition them to make sure I pick the right one."

"If you don't freak out, then the last threesome will be just us," Charlotte said, looking at Brad.

"And if you are expecting anything to happen between me and your wife, well, it might require a little quid pro quo from you," Sherry added.

Brad sat back. The moment Charlotte said the word threesome his cock had become fully erect. His mind was swimming with visions of Sherry and Charlotte naked. Brad knew that Sherry went out with other men and probably had sex with some of them, so a threesome was not that much different from the status quo. He knew that they would accept whatever answer he gave them, but he could not imagine turning the offer down.

"What if one of you gets cold feet and decides that you don't want to be with two men? Does the last threesome still happen?" Brad asked.

"Yes," Charlotte said, "and if anyone is going to chicken out, it will probably be me."

Charlotte looked into her husband's eyes, trying to see what he was thinking. Much to her relief she did not see any sign of pain or regret. If anything there was an ember of lust, but mostly he looked like he was thinking.

"I want you two to kiss, no quid pro quo," Brad said and the negotiations began.

"Just a peck on the cheek?" Charlotte suggested.

"More than that," Brad countered.

"Okay, on the mouth, no tongue. Well, maybe a little tongue if we decide we like it," Sherry hurriedly agreed. She had no qualms about touching Charlotte and thought it would be fun to see Brad's reaction. 

"Anything past that is quid pro quo," Charlotte insisted, feeling confident that Brad would not go very far with another man.

"Are there any hard limits?" Sherry asked.

"My butt is off limits," Charlotte said, blushing a bit, "there is no amount of quid pro quo that will change that."

"Okay, but you don't know what you are missing," Sherry replied.

"Actually I do, and I don't miss it at all," Charlotte answered.

"Nothing humiliating," Brad added. He noticed both his wife and Sherry were getting aroused. He could see both women's nipples protruding noticeably under their clothing. 

"I agree," Sherry said, noticing that Charlotte was nodding.

"So when do we get started?" Brad asked.

"Well, Chance and I keep in touch and I know he will be in town next week. I think I can persuade him to meet you two for drinks." Charlotte said.

Brad raised his paper cup, "A toast, to next week."

"To next week," Charlotte and Sherry said, joining in.

The tires squealed slightly as Brad stopped in front of Sherry's house. Before he could get out the car, Sherry stepped out and closed the door behind her. Brad stopped to admire her from afar. She was wearing a backless top that looped over her neck, which managed to not only show an impressive amount of cleavage, but also allowed a generous side view of her D cup breasts. Her skirt was also black and hung loosely on her hips, stopping at mid thigh. Her feet were clad in black leather heels that accentuated her legs.

"We have plenty of time, you don't need to be in such a hurry," he said as he walked towards her.

"I know. I'm just excited. Aren't you?" she replied.

"Absolutely," he replied. He had felt a bit apprehensive at first, but Charlotte had assured him that the man that he and Sherry would be meeting was the perfect candidate for a threesome.

"You look even more stunning than usual," Brad said as he and Sherry walked back to the car.

"You don't think this is too much? I feel a little skanky," she replied.

"If it is then I like skanky, I like skanky a lot," he said, opening the door. He let his gaze stall briefly on the gap between her large breasts as she settled into the car.

"So what do you know about this Chance guy?" she asked.

"Just what Charlotte told us, he's a bit younger than us, and very adventurous. Charlotte assures me he is the ideal person to complete our threesome," Brad answered. Even as the words rolled off his tongue, he could not believe that he was going to be there when another man fucked Sherry.

"Are you ready for this?" Sherry asked, feeling a bit nervous. She had been rationalizing all day about the threesome. She had juggled lovers before, and this was no different. All she was doing was compressing the timeline. She looked over at Brad. Much to her relief he looked confident and eager to proceed.

"I am so ready, but to be honest it's the threesome with you and Charlotte that I am most excited about," he said.

Chance picked up his drink and swirled it in the glass, then took a sip. He had arrived early, not sure what to expect. He thought back to the phone call that brought him to his present location. One of the women he had worked with years earlier called him and asked if he was still as daring as he was during his internship. By daring, she meant horny, but she was too polite to be that candid. Her name was Charlotte and he had always had a bit of a crush on her. She was several years his senior, but she was hot. She dressed conservatively, but he could see she was fit and more than once, he had fantasized about her. She seemed to know a lot about the women he hooked up with during his internship, no doubt from office gossip. Before he knew it, he had agreed to meet two strangers as a possible hook up. She sent him pictures, a man and a woman, both attractive and like her they were several years his senior. He wondered if Charlotte was now some kind of madam, hooking up older clients with younger men.

The music coming out of the bar was loud, but not excessively so. Brad looked at the doors and wondered if he was truly ready to see Sherry with another man.

"Are you ready to go in?" Sherry asked.

"Ready as I will ever be," Brad replied, opening the door.

Brad scanned the room as soon as they entered and saw Chance sitting at a table against the back wall. He was facing the door. Chance noticed Brad looking at him, stood up and waved. Brad could see he was wearing a tight fitting shirt and jeans, just as planned.

The moment the couple walked through the front door, Chance recognized them from their pictures. The woman was a change of pace for him. She was clearly older, but hardly a cougar. She dressed like a much younger woman and managed to pull it off quite well. Even in the dim light of the club he could see she had large breasts, the top she was wearing showed them off perfectly. The man was about the same age as the woman and he had a confident swagger as he led her across the room. As the woman got closer and closer Chance realized he was staring at her tits, mesmerized by the way they swayed with each step she took. He had no doubt they were real and that they were spectacular.

The table had four chairs, two on each side. As they approached, Chance stepped towards the end of the table.

"You must be Chance," Brad said, extending his hand.

"And you must be Brad," Chance replied, giving a firm handshake, and then turned his attention to the woman.

Sherry ignored Chance's outstretched hand and put her arms around him, letting her hands slide down to his ass. Then she whispered in his ear, "I'm Sherry."

The firm embrace confirmed Chance's suspension that she was not wearing a bra. He could feel that her nipples were already erect as her large breasts flattened against his chest. He put his arms around her and let his palms rest on her ass.

After she released Chance, Sherry sat down in the chair Brad had pulled out for her. As soon as Chance sat down, she let her shoe drop to the floor and began rubbing her foot against his leg. She noticed he had picked a table in the shadows, where it was difficult to see exactly what was going on.

"It's nice to be back in town. I really enjoyed the time I spent here during my internship," Chance said. He had originally thought he would need to break the ice, but Sherry's hug had already set the atmosphere to steamy.

At first, Brad, Sherry, and Chance avoided the elephant in the room, talking about everything but the reason for their meeting. Finally, Brad broached the subject and they all giggled like schoolgirls. Brad and Sherry confessed that this would be their first, and Chance shared a few details of his limited experience.

When Chance excused himself, Sherry turned to Brad. "I think Charlotte was right, he certainly fulfills all of my requirements."

"This sounds awkward, but I like him. I can see Chance and I going out to get a beer after we both fuck your brains out," he said.

"I'm not sure you'll be up for anything when I get done with you," she replied.

When Chance returned, he walked up behind Sherry. It was time to get started. He leaned over her shoulder and pointed to a drink on the menu, "I think you will like this. The alcohol is subtle, but it has quite a kick." As he pulled his hand back, he dragged his fingertips across the side of her breast. She lowered her arm, trapping his hand. He spread his fingers out, trying to span the exposed part of her tit. Chance looked up and saw that Brad was watching him. As he slipped his fingers under the fabric of Sherry's top, she relaxed the pressure on his arm. He slid his arm forward, slowly encroaching on her nipple. He could almost feel Brad's eyes following his hand.

Sherry leaned her head back and turned her face towards Chance. At the same time, she arched her back, giving both men a clear view of her cleavage. "Do you see anything you like...On the menu?"

"I'm good with whatever you want. I've already got quite an appetite," Chance replied.

"Maybe an appetizer, I'm not ready for anything big" and after a slight pause, "yet," Sherry replied as she felt Chance's finger trace around her areola. She had never been felt up like this in public, at least not while she was sober. She glanced at Brad. He was clearly enjoying the show she and Chance were putting on.

"That's true, we don't want to get started too early," Chance said, withdrawing his hand, "I'm going to go order our first round, I think I have the perfect drink to get started with."

"I'm going to have to get Charlotte a top like that, it looks like it could be a lot of fun," Brad said as he watched Sherry adjust the fabric to keep her erect nipples from being too obvious.

"She has one, you just need to convince her to wear it," she replied.

Moments later, Chance returned with the drinks. He sat down and they resumed their conversation.

Much to her surprise, Sherry found herself nursing her drink. As the three of them talked, she came to realize she would not need liquid courage for the night's adventure. The most unexpected discovery was how well Brad and Chance were getting along. She had been concerned that the two men would be trying to one up each other. While there was some friendly jesting, for the most part they seemed to be enjoying the evening. More than once, she caught both Chance and Brad staring at her cleavage. In response, she slipped off her shoes and rubbed her feet along their legs.

"If you two will excuse me, I need to visit the ladies room," Sherry said. Both men rose as she stood.

"How long have you known Sherry?" Chance asked. Even though he had just met Brad, he felt like they were old friends.

"We've been out a few times, nothing serious," Brad replied. He didn't want to lie to Chance, but part of the arrangement was for things to remain mysterious.

"So, have you, well, you know?" Chance asked. Somehow, he could not bring himself to ask outright if Brad was fucking her.

"Yea and she's amazing," Brad replied. He wasn't comfortable discussing this topic, especially in Sherry's absence, but sex was the reason they were all there. He could not avoid the topic.

"Pretty wild too, I bet," Chance said with a grin.

"Yes, but," Brad cautioned.

"But what?" Chance asked.

"She has a policy of quid pro quo. Anything you do to her, there's a pretty good chance she is going to do it to you," Brad explained.

"I don't really see a down side to that," Chance replied.

"Say you want her to swallow... does the word snowball mean anything to you?" Brad countered.

"Oh, shit," Chance replied. He was familiar with the concept, but not to that extent.

"The up side is you can pay things forward, say you were able to talk her into a threesome with another woman and you wanted to see them kiss..." Brad said.

"I'd have to kiss you," Chance muttered.

"What are you two talking about? My ears are burning so it must be about me," Sherry said as she arrived at the table. She stood behind Chance, then bent over and pressed her tits against the back of his neck and whispered in his ear, "That's not the only part of me that is hot." She took a step back and Chance pulled out a chair for her.

"Brad was just..." Chance tried to explain.

"Just going to tell you all my dirty little secrets? I hope he saved a few, I was hoping to surprise you with some of them," Sherry said.

"Oh, there are plenty of things I did not tell him," Brad said.

"I will let you in on one secret," she said as she grabbed Chance's hand and placed it in her lap.

Chance noticed that she had pulled her skirt up, and his finger was resting on her underwear. She guided his hand under the fabric. Her skin was completely smooth and soon his fingertip was resting on the lips of her dripping wet pussy.

"Now you know how turned on I am" Sherry whispered lustily in Chance's ear. Then she looked down at the menu. "Now I'm in the mood for something filling."

Chance pressed his finger between her labia and heard her sigh. He gently stroked her hot, slippery flesh.

Sherry kicked off her shoe and pressed a stocking clad foot against Brad's erect cock. She felt his hands embrace her foot and begin to massage it. She wondered if anyone else in the bar was aware that she was well on the way to having an orgasm. She felt Brad's thumbs press into the arch of her foot. Then he slowly worked his way towards her toes, flexing her foot as he did. He gently tugged on each of her toes and then let her foot slide down his leg. When it reached the floor, he hooked his leg under hers and repeated the process with her other foot.

As Brad finished caressing her other foot, Sherry was convinced everyone in the room knew what was going on, but she didn't care.

Brad stood and walked around the table, looking over her shoulder at the menu. "There's something with a cherry on top." As he spoke, he slipped his hand into the side of her top and pinched her nipple between his fingers.

"I think everybody is going to want what I am having," Sherry moaned quietly as Chance finger fucked her and Brad tugged on her breast.

"Something covered in a warm sauce would be good," Chance said as he continued to toy with Sherry's clit. He could tell she was breathing faster. He looked down and saw Brad's fingers moving under her top, then slipped his hand inside her top and cupped her breast in his hand. He slid his hand along the bottom of her tit, pressing his fingers into her warm skin. He could not wait to have both his hands and his mouth on her breast.

Sherry felt Brad's hand on her shoulder, it was slowly moving up her neck. The fingers of Brad's hand brushed against Sherry's ear, sending a chill down her spine. She turned to look at her suitors, first Brad and then Chance. Both had a wicked grin on their lips and eyes that burned with lust. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as Chance pressed his fingers back into her pussy.




The Affair Episode 11



"What...are...you...trying...to...do...to...me?" Sherry stuttered.

Brad leaned down and whispered in her ear, "We are going to make you come."

His brash statement pushed her over the edge. She pressed her hands down on the table and gritted her teeth to contain the euphoria spreading through her body. Her breathing became shallow and rapid.

"Oh, fuck," Sherry moaned as the last tremors of her orgasm faded away. Both men slowly, regretfully pulled their hands away from her body.

"One more round?" Brad asked.

"Sure," Chance replied.

"That would be wonderful, since I don't think my legs work right now," Sherry added. She needed a stiff drink to walk past all the people she just came in front of, even if they were oblivious to the event.

She watched Brad walk towards the bar; she always enjoyed seeing him from behind.

"So, you and Brad are an item?" Chance asked.

"We are friends with benefits, nothing more," she answered, regaining her composure.

"He told me about your quid pro quo policy. How far do you take that?" he inquired.

She set her purse on the table and opened it enough for Chance to see the strap on dildo inside. "About six to eight inches, is that far enough for you?"

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. It surprised him how brazen she was, but at the same time, the authoritarian tone in her voice unexpectedly aroused him.

"I'm not saying I'm going to use it on you, but I like to be prepared," Sherry said setting her purse back on the floor. After what he had just done to her, it felt good to be back in charge.

Chance noticed that before she set her purse down she zipped it shut, and once it was on the floor she slipped her leg through the shoulder strap. She was clearly quite meticulous and not someone to be taken lightly.

"What can I say, girls just want to have fun," Sherry said.

"That's all they really want..." Brad sang as he sat down with the drinks. His rendition of the song was horrible, but funny at the same time.

"I think we should take this party back to my motel room," Chance suggested.

"Sounds good," Sherry eagerly answered.

"I agree, I paid the tab so we are ready to go," Brad said.

They decided it would be easier to walk the two blocks to the hotel than to drive. Sherry wedged herself between Chance and Brad, hooking her arms through theirs. As they strolled down the sidewalk, she wondered what each person that passed them thought. Did any of them realize what was going on, that soon the three of them would be a naked writhing mass of sex? Just the thought of being between them made her already stiff nipples even harder. 

They squeezed together to get through the hotel's revolving door. Sherry could feel Chance's erection as she was sandwiched between the two men. Once inside, they quickly crossed the lobby and headed for the elevators. The doors opened and they walked in. She smiled when she noticed they were the only passengers. She casually pressed her hands against Brad and Chance, and then gripped their erect cocks through the fabric of their pants.

"Oh boy is this great?" she squealed.

Brad grinned, realizing she was quoting a line from one of his favorite old movies, Animal House. He looked at Chance, who was probably too young to have seen it. The touchstone raunchy humor movie for Chance was probably American Pie.

When the door opened, Sherry released the two men. She and Brad followed Chance to his room. The moment the door shut behind them, the all stopped and stared.

"I'd be a lot happier if we were all naked," Sherry said.

Chance looked at Brad, "You know, this might be a good time for that quid pro quo thing you mentioned."

"You told him?" Sherry asked; surprised Brad had felt comfortable sharing that much information with a stranger. She suspected he would warn Chance about her rules, but didn't think Brad would mention the possibility of a guy on guy make out session.

"Yes, is it supposed to be a secret?" Brad replied.

"I guess not," she answered

"And he's right, this is something I'd like to see you and another woman do," Brad said as he stepped in front of Chance.

"I'm not going to stop you," she said.

"Are you okay with this?" Brad asked, looking at Chance.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind that I am watching her and not you," Chance replied.

"So I should do you from behind," Brad said, impressed with his own cleverness.

"I know I like it from behind," Sherry interjected, amused and aroused as Brad clumsily pulled Chance's shirt off, revealing a trim and well-sculpted chest.

Chance kicked off his shoes and Brad's hands migrated to the waistband of his pants. Brad fumbled with Chance's belt, pulling it free after a brief struggle. Sherry eyed the long strip of leather and smiled. Brad was unfastening Chance's pants. As Brad pulled down Chance's zipper, she saw his erection emerge. It was clear to her, but probably not Brad, that Chance was not wearing underwear. When Brad pulled down on the waistband of Chance's pants, Sherry heard him gasp in surprise when Chance's bare ass suddenly appeared in his face. Chance lifted his legs and let the garment fall to the floor, then peeled off his socks.

"Your turn Brad," Sherry said with a slight giggle. She saw Chance wink at her, then turn to face Brad.

"I think this should be full frontal," Chance said.

Chance attacked Brad's button-down shirt. Sherry watched as Chance's fingers deftly unfastened each button. After he had undone the last button, Chance slowly peeled the shirt off Brad's wide shoulders. Sherry noted that Chance was being very dramatic, and she appreciated his showmanship. When he pulled Brad's belt loose, Chance ran it through his hand a few times before dropping it to the floor.

The sight of Chance standing completely naked and fully erect in front of a shirtless Brad sent a tingle through her body. She watched intently as Chance dropped to his knees and unbuttoned Brad's pants. He unzipped them and they fell to the floor.

"If you take off his boxers with your teeth I'll make it worth your while," she offered.

Chance noisily clamped his teeth together, then turned his head to face her, "Sorry, I'm not that talented. Perhaps you could teach me some time."

Brad breathed a sigh of relief. He was not quite ready to have a man's mouth that close to his junk.

Sherry watched as Chance tugged on Brad's boxers, pulling them towards the floor. He did not even blink when Brad's erection emerged right in front of his face. Once Brad's shorts were on the floor Chance stood up, "Now it's your turn to take it from behind."

Sherry watched as Chance stepped behind Brad and put his hands on his chest. She imagined being in the exact same spot as Brad, feeling Chance's body pressed against her own and his hand caressing her breasts.

"I hope you are taking good notes, because I'm only doing this once," Brad said, trying to interject a little humor into the situation. He was not sure how far Chance intended to take the quid pro quo idea. They had briefly discussed it, but Chance had dismissed the idea of setting limits, saying he would know when to stop.

As she watched the two men touch each other, Sherry quietly began to remove her clothes. She saw Chance whisper something into Brad's ear. Without another word, the two men began walking towards the bathroom.

She wasn't sure if they were coming back or if she was supposed to follow them. The sound of the shower provided a partial answer. By the time she made it to the bathroom both men were in the shower and Chance was working up a soapy lather on Brad's chest. The glass walls of the shower stall were opaque, but the door was open so she had an unobstructed view. Chance finished with Brad's chest and turned him around. Brad placed his hands on either side of the shower door as Chance began to stroke his back. 

Sherry moved into Brad's line of sight and resumed her slow striptease. She was sure Chance was not going to complain that she was being a distraction. She stripped off her blouse. Chance and Brad grinned at the sight of her naked breasts. When Chance reached around and put his hands on Brad's chest, Sherry scooped up her tits and began to caress them.

Chance could feel Brad's nipples stiffen, most likely from watching Sherry play with her tits. He tried to pinch them, but his fingers slipped off Brad's wet and soapy skin. Sherry did not have that problem. She pinched her amber nubs and tugged on them, and then she ran her hands down her body. Chance mimicked her actions on Brad. As Sherry stroked her belly with her fingers, Chance did the same to Brad. When she started to take a step towards the shower, Chance shook his head. She stopped and he smiled.

Brad wasn't sure what to think about Sherry's feint towards the shower door. He longed to touch her and get touched, but he wasn't sure he was ready to share her with Chance. It was a moot point. There was no doubt in Brad's mind that Chance and Sherry were going to fuck, with or without him. As he watched Sherry resume touching herself, Brad's concerns faded away. He watched her fingers slide between her legs. He imagined how hot and wet she was. Brad was vaguely aware of Chance's hand moving closer and closer to his Sherry-inspired erection, but he did not really care. He focused all of his attention on Sherry. He watched as she stood up straight and pushed her chest out. Her fully erect nipples stood out from her large breasts. She closed her eyes and began to stroke her pussy. Brad wondered what she was thinking. He wondered how she wanted to be pleasured by two men. Brad watched her other hand come up to her tit and pinch the amber pebble that topped her spectacular breast.

Through her mostly closed eyes and the gathering steam in the room, she watched Chance and Brad. Chance was still mimicking her actions, stroking Brad's cock the way she stroked herself and playing with Brad's chest as she caressed her breast. The two men were a tangle of well-muscled limbs. They were a wet, soapy, sexy knot that Sherry was dying to be tangle up in. She was glad Chance had stopped her from getting in the shower too soon. She could see that Brad was completely oblivious to what Chance was doing. She knew Brad liked to watch her masturbate, but she had never realized how it almost put him into a trance. Sherry watched Chance press his lips to Brad's neck, slowly working his way towards Brad's ear. She eagerly anticipated finding out what it felt like, but could not see any reaction from Brad. She wondered if Brad could feel Chance's hard cock against his ass. The temptation to join them was nearly overwhelming. She watched Chance's fingers comb through the hair on Brad's chest. She pushed two of her fingers past her labia. She had no doubt that she was going to make herself come before she stepped into the shower, and that she might climax again when she was pressed between them. Feeling two hot, naked, wet, hard bodies against hers made an orgasm inevitable.

When he realized that Sherry's eyes were closed, Chance took his hand of Brad's cock. It was a wasted effort if she wasn't watching, and it would be awkward if Brad got so turned on watching Shelly that he came.

"She is so fucking hot," Chance whispered, forgetting that Brad was there.

"And she is just getting started," Brad replied.

Both men watched as Sherry continued to touch her body. She opened her eyes briefly and looked directly at them, then bent her head forward and pressed her lips against her breast. Later she would wonder which of the men was more turned on. Was it Brad, who knew exactly what it felt like to have his lips wrapped around her nipple, or Chance who had to imagine it. She stabbed two fingers into her pussy the slowly drew them out. She peeked up at them. They were standing side by side. Two hard bodies and two hard cocks, and they were all hers for the night. It was that thought that pushed over the edge and into a climax. For a self-induced orgasm it was pretty good, but she knew they could give her something better.

"Mind if I join in?" She asked as she wedged herself between the two men and pressed her breasts against Brad's back.

"Of course not," Chance replied. 

Chance put his hands on Sherry's breasts, gently stroking the upper half of her D cup mounds. He pressed his erection against her ass, moaning as she clenched her cheeks together and squeezed his rigid shaft.

Although it was fundamentally the same, when Brad felt Sherry's hand on his cock instead of Chance's he felt exponentially more aroused. He knew exactly where Chance's hands were and was more than satisfied with the trade off. He moaned softly as Sherry worked the soap on his dick into a thick lather.

Although she had fantasized about feeling two cocks at the same time, Sherry couldn't believe what she was doing. At first, having one cock sliding between her ass cheeks and another sliding between her fingers was arousing, but as it continued, it became more of a tease. It was almost enough to make her come, but not quite. She wanted to frustrate them to the same extent they were teasing her.

"I think it's time to get out," Sherry said, stepping out from between the two men and into the full force of the shower. She wiped the thick lather off her tits and wriggled her ass in the warm stream of water, then stepped out of the shower. Brad and Chance quickly followed her. The all grabbed towels and dried off.

"I thought Brad might want to play follow the leader with me, " Sherry said with a mischievous smile. She had considered a few other games like Truth or Dare and Simon Says before making her choice.

"Of course," Brad replied, mentally adding this game to the list of quid pro quo items.

In response, she grabbed Chance's hands. She pulled one to her mouth and offered the other to Brad. Sherry rubbed Chance's hand on her naked breast and watched Brad do the same. To his credit, Chance did exactly the same thing to each of them, or at least tried. Her nipples were much larger than Brads, allowing Chance to tug on them. He tried to do the same to Brad but could not seem to get a grip.

Sherry leaned forward and kissed Chance on the mouth, only to have Brad's lips push hers out of the way. She left a trail of kisses along Chance's jaw, down his neck and on to his chest. The sight of Brad doing the same made her skin tingle. She put her hands on Chance's hard cock, and then looked at Brad, daring him to do the same.

As he kissed Chance, Brad kept up the internal mantra of 'quid pro quo'. He imagined playing this game with Sherry and Charlotte. He pictured Sherry's full lips pressed against his wife's breasts. Kissing Chance wasn't unpleasant, it just wasn't arousing. He noticed Sherry was staring at him, and then he noticed she was giving Chance a hand job. He imagined Sherry's fingers stroking Charlotte's labia and then put his hand on Chance's erection.

Chance wasn't sure what to think about having Brad stroke his cock. It was certainly unexpected. Chance looked at Sherry. Her large breasts swayed slowly as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft. He watched her kneel down in front of him and wondered how far she was going to take things. Getting a blowjob from a guy was something he had never experienced, and wasn't sure he wanted to.

Brad followed her lead, getting on his knees in front of Brad. He watched her lick her lips and did the same. He wasn't sure if he could put his mouth on Chance' cock. He also wasn't sure if Charlotte would agree to let Sherry go down on her.

Sherry opened her mouth and began to move towards Chance's throbbing erection, but at the last second, she stopped. She turned her head and pressed her lips against Brad, shoving her tongue into his mouth. Chance quickly joined them and she found herself pinned to the ground as the two men covered her mouth, cheeks, and neck with kisses.

Sherry laid on the floor with Brad pinning her arms in place. Chance was on his knees between her legs. Brad began to kiss his way across her body. He started with her shoulders and soon had his mouth on her breast. He was leaning over her so that his chest was directly above her face, but just out of reach. She felt Brad swirling his tongue around her swollen nipples.

Sherry wriggled free and pushed Brad on to his back, and then climbed on top of him. She put her hand on his cock and pressed it against her vulva. It felt wonderfully hard and hot. Chance kissed her on the neck and then pressed his chest against her back. Sherry shifted forward just enough to let Brad's erection slip past her labia. She turned to face Chance.

"I want you to watch me fuck Brad," she whispered as if it was a secret she was riding his cock.

"And then?" Chance asked.

"Join in," she replied.

Chance sat back and watched as Sherry leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her pussy wrapped around Brad's dick. Chance's own cock ached to be inside her. He thought about standing next to her and pushing his cock into her mouth, but he could not stop watching her fuck Brad. He noticed her flip one of the pillows over, revealing a bottle of lube and a condom. Chance looked at her ass and considered the Faustian bargain he was about to make. Chance opened the package and slowly rolled the condom onto his cock; he could not help but think about the dildo in Sherry's purse. As he straddled Brad's legs, Chance pressed his body against her. Chance's concern's faded away as he felt her ass against his throbbing erection.

Chance put his hands on her breasts as she slowly sank down onto Brad. The expression on Brad's face was one of absolute ecstasy. Sherry wondered if his expression would change as things progressed. She leaned forward and pinned Brad's wrists to the ground.

Chance reluctantly let her break free of his grasp. She had fantastic tits and he enjoyed the way they overflowed in his hands. He picked up the bottle of lube and drizzled it on to Sherry's ass and his erection. When she pressed her breasts against Brad, Chance guided his cock against her ass. Slowly Sherry pushed back, driving him into her. Chance wondered how long it would take Brad to realize what was happening. He could feel Brad thrusting in and out of her pussy. Chance put his hands on her hips and began to thrust back and forth slowly. He looked down, watching his cock slide in and out of her tight ass.

Sherry winced as her ass stretched to accommodate Chance's erection. She had tried to prepare herself for this, but had clearly underestimated the size of his manhood. She knew the discomfort would be gone in a few moments, and that what she would get in return would last much longer.

When Brad heard a guttural moan escape Sherry's lips it took him a few seconds to remember when he had heard it before. It was on his birthday when Sherry had let him fuck her in the ass. Brad stopped moving briefly, just long enough to feel her body shift as she accommodated Chance's thick cock.

"I want you to fuck me Brad," she moaned, not sure if he needed encouragement to continue. She had not mentioned to Brad that she and Chance had agreed that double penetration would be part of the plan. She knew she would get off even if Brad remained motionless, his cock buried deep inside her body, but she wanted both men to be fucking her when she came.

"I need to feel you fucking me Brad, I need to feel you inside me," she pleaded. 

Brad started to move, and then hesitated. As long as he remained still he was much more aware of the way she felt. The way her tits rubbed against his chest each time Chance's hips pressed against her ass, the way her muscles squeezed his erection, the way her breath felt on his neck, the way her hands pinned his wrists to the floor. However, fucking her was impossible to resist. Brad began to move again. He fucked her with long, slow strokes. Each time he pulled his cock almost completely out of her body. Brad focused on the way it felt to penetrate her, the way it felt as her labia stretched over the head of his erection and the way his rigid shaft slid into her until his pubic bone pressed against her clitoris. With each thrust, Brad inched closer to his own climax. He had almost forgotten about Chance when he heard a loud grunt. Chance had pulled out. Brad knew he had Sherry all to himself again.




The Affair Episode 11



The speed at which his climax overwhelmed him surprised Chance. He wasn't sure how, but he was past the point of no return. He pulled his hips back, stripped off the condom, and stroked his cock until he came on Sherry's ass. She arched her back, causing the large puddle of cum to drain between her ass cheeks.

"I'm about to come Sherry," Brad moaned.

Brad's words barely registered in her brain. She had been on the edge of climax when Chance pulled his cock out and came all over her ass. The sensation of the thick hot fluid on her skin triggered an intense orgasm. She straightened her arms, lifting her breasts off Brad's chest. She knew the sight of her tits would most likely make Brad come. She rocked her hips back and forth feeling every inch of Brad's cock inside her body. A satisfied grin spread across her face when she felt his erection jerk and his cum flood into her. Sherry felt Chance put his hands on her breasts again. The combination of Brad's orgasm and Chance caressing her tits reignited her own climax and the outside world faded away, replaced with a thick blanket of euphoria.

Brad felt his orgasm continue even after the last drop of cum had escaped his cock. The sight of Sherry's breasts had taken him right to the edge of climax, but when she looked him in the eye, he was unable to hold back any longer. She was still facing him, but her eyes had rolled back in her head as her body shuddered from her orgasm. Brad found the sight of Chance's hands on Sherry's breasts a bit arousing, which surprised him. He had been a bit unsure how he would feel actually seeing another man's hands on her. He expected to feel at least a little jealous and possibly intimidated. Now he realized that she simply wanted something that one man alone could not provide, no matter how talented he was.

Sherry slowly returned to earth. The first thing she noticed was Brad's throbbing erection still buried deep in her body. The second thing she noticed was Chance tugging on her swollen nipples. Lastly, she felt Chance's cum running between the cheeks of her ass. When the last wisps of her climax had faded away, Sherry released Brad's wrists and pulled Chance's hands off her tits. Then she rolled to the side and lay on her back next to Brad. Chance lay down beside her. She turned her head from side to side, looking at her two lovers. They both looked exhausted. Sherry smiled, quite happy to have worn them out. Within a few minutes they were all sound asleep.

Brad slowly opened his eyes. The bed was moving. He looked to the side and blinked a few times to clear his vision, then shook his head in disbelief. Chance was lying beside him and Sherry was kneeling between Chance's legs. She had one of his legs on her shoulders with one hand on her breast and the other on his cock. Sherry was wearing her strap on dildo and was fucking him in the ass with it. She noticed Brad was awake and smiled.

"About time you woke up," she said, "now I don't have to be quiet."

Brad looked at Chance, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Quid pro quo," Sherry explained.

"That's it, stroke my cock while you fuck me," Chance moaned. He knew how much she enjoyed dirty talk and wanted to be certain she enjoyed their bargain as much as he had. Between the hand job and the sight of her toying with her breast, he almost forgot she was fucking him in the ass.

"Are going to be my little bitch and come for me?" Sherry asked as she thrust her hips forward. She proposed this arrangement just to see the look of shock on Chance's face. She had not expected him to agree to it, but now that it was happening, she found role reversal much more arousing than she expected it to be. She wondered if Chance enjoyed having his ass penetrated as much as she did. She had originally planned to fuck him doggy style, but at the last minute decided she wanted to see his face while she fucked him. Once she got started, it seemed a waste to leave his throbbing erection untouched.

Much to his surprise, Chance was not embarrassed to have Brad watching Sherry fuck him . He wondered if Brad and Sherry had a similar arrangement. The combination of watching her big tits bounce and her hand stroking his cock was pushing him towards orgasm. Suddenly she stopped, resting the tip of the dildo against his ass.

"Beg me to make you come, beg me to fuck you," she said with a smile on her face.

Chance had done role-play enough to know what was expected of him, "I want you to fuck me till I come. I want you to fuck me hard."

Sherry shoved her hips forward, driving the dildo into him. She intended to do exactly as he said. Suddenly, she felt something else between her legs. Brad had sat up and was pressing his fingers against her labia and clitoris. She brushed his hand away. It was tempting to let Brad finger fuck her and maybe even suck on her tits, but she wanted to focus on Chance for the moment.

"I just want you to watch, for now. Don't worry, I have plans for you," she said, eyeing Brad's erection. She turned her attention back to Chance. She took her hand off her breast and wrapped her arm around his leg, then began to fuck him even harder. Briefly, she removed her hand from his rigid shaft and slipped her fingers between her legs. When they were wet and slippery she wrapped her fingers around Chance's throbbing erection and began to stroke it. 

"Oh baby," Sherry moaned, "I'm about to come. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

It was not an act because this wasn't just any dildo. Sherry had a double-ended fake cock. Each time she buried it in Chance's ass an equally long, equally thick shaft filled her pussy. There was alsoa ridge that pressed against her clitoris.

"I'm ready for you to cum Chance, I'm ready..." Sherry almost screamed as her climax exploded through her body. It was much more intense than any orgasm a dildo or vibrator had given her before. There was a visceral bit. Sherry found she liked fucking someone almost as much as she liked being fucked.

While he was aware that Sherry was ramming a stiff silicon shaft into his ass, most of his attention was elsewhere, divided between the sight of Sherry's D cup breasts flailing wildly and the way her hand caressed the head of his cock. He had completely forgotten that Brad was watching.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come..." Chance moaned.

In a single movement, Sherry let go of Chance's leg and put her hand on his shoulder, pulling the dildo out of his ass at the same time. By the time the jet of thick, hot come shot out of his cock she had him pinned to the bed. A pool of opaque fluid began to form in on Chance's belly. Sherry kept stroking until the last drop splashed onto his skin. She leaned forward and one at a time, she dipped her breasts into the small lake of cum that had formed. She was surprised Chance had that much left in him.

Still reeling from his climax, Chance could not look away from the sight of Sherry smearing his cum over her tits. He felt exhausted and knew he would be sore in ways he could not imagine. The sound of the dildo falling to the bed caught Chance by surprise. He had not even noticed her unbuckling the harness. Chance watched as Sherry slowly crawled forward until her nipple hung over him like the sword of Damocles.

"You know what I want," she said.

Chance raised his head and wrapped his lips around her swollen nipple, tasting the salty mixture of her sweat and his cum. When he had licked one breast clean he turned his head towards her other breast, but Sherry stopped him.

"That's all you get," Sherry said, turning to Brad. She scooped her breast up, offering it to him. When Brad hesitated, she rubbed a finger against her cum soaked nipple, then she pressed her finger against Brad's lips.

The idea of tasting another man's cum was something Brad was not expecting. At first, he kept his lips tightly pursed, refusing Sherry's finger entrance into his mouth. Brad looked into her eyes and saw a combination of lust and determination. Then she did something that put things in a different perspective, she mouthed the words quid pro quo. The image of Sherry licking Charlotte's cum off his cock flashed into his mind and he parted his lips, bracing himself for the taste of Chance's cum. He sucked on her finger until she pulled it out of his mouth.

"There's more where that came from," she said, moving closer to Brad and offering him her breast.

Brad leaned forward. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth against her cum soaked tit, holding him there until he too had licked her clean. He swirled his tongue around her nipple. Even with Chance's contribution, Brad relished the feeling of Sherry's breast in his mouth. Finally, she pushed him away.

Sherry scooped her breasts up, lifting each to her mouth and running her tongue over her nipple. Her mouth turned to an exaggerated frown, "There's none left for me." Then she turned her gaze to Brad. "But I bet you have what I want, why don't you stand up?"

Brad stepped off the bed and Sherry dropped to her knees in front of him, wrapping both hands around his rigid shaft. She turned to Chance, "Now it's your turn to sit and watch."

Nodding in agreement, Chance stretched out on the bed. Although Sherry was still very appealing, he was too exhausted and too sore to do anything else. He inched closer to the edge of the bed until his face was inches from Sherry, and equally close to Brad's cock.

The smooth, soft skin between Brad's balls and his ass was one of Sherry's favorite parts of the male anatomy. It was quite different from everything that surrounded it. She pressed her finger against it, eliciting a moan from Brad. She stroked his rigid shaft with her other hand.

"Do you have anything for me? If I suck your cock will you come in my face?" Sherry purred, licking her lips.

As her tongue slowly circumscribed her mouth, Brad nodded. All he could think of was what it would feel like to fill her mouth with his throbbing erection. He watched her pull his cock down until it was horizontal, then extend her tongue and lap up the drops of pre-cum that were already seeping out. Each time she planted a soft kiss on his turgid flesh, a shiver went up his spine.

"I want you to tell me when you are going to come, I have something very special in mind," Sherry teased, and then wrapped her lips around the head of Brad's cock.

It had never occurred to Chance that watching another man get a blowjob could be so arousing. Hearing Sherry practically beg for a facial caught him off guard. He had seen plenty of them in porn videos and always thought they were somewhat silly, but the image of Sherry's face with cum dripping down her cheek made his cock ache to be hard again. He watched intently as more and more of Brad's erection slid past Sherry's lips and into her mouth.

Knowing that Chance was watching aroused her almost as much as Brad's cock filling her mouth. Knowing that she was probably turning Chance on also excited her, but what she found deliciously erotic was the fact that she had drained Chance of the ability to fuck her any time soon. She could see his dick out of the corner of her eye. It wasn't completely flaccid, but it was far from an erection. She was completely responsible for the woeful state of Chance's limp dick. Sherry planned to put Brad in a similar situation very, very soon.

When he saw Sherry pull her head back, Brad was a bit disappointed. His rigid shaft was wet and slippery from being in her mouth and her hand slid up and down with ease. What she did next caught Brad by surprise. She turned her head to the side and leaned forward just a bit and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. As she lavished attention on him with her tongue, Brad moaned. When she rubbed the tip of her thumb against the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock, he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm.

"Do you like that? " she asked as she pulled her head back.

"Oh, oh, yes...." Brad sighed.

"Good, because I am only halfway done," she replied as she ducked her head down and repeated the process.

Sherry was contrasting the feeling of sucking on Brad's balls with giving him a blowjob. The skin felt much softer, and she knew he was much more sensitive to the amount of pressure she applied. With her free hand, she began to stroke the smooth patch of skin behind his balls, each time moving a bit closer to his ass. She had one more surprise in store for Brad, even if he was not quite ready for it. She once again engulfed his cock with her mouth.

It wasn't jealousy Chance felt, but he thought it might be envy. He was wondering if Brad got the better part of the arrangement. As if to answer his question, Sherry stopped sucking on Brad's dick and wrapped her breasts around his erection. As Brad thrust his hips forward, her tits rippled. Chance had been with women with better looking tits than Sherry, but not with any that made better use of them. It didn't matter if she was shoving them in his face during foreplay or pressing them against his chest while she fucked him, Sherry had used her breasts to make sex unbelievable. As she had demonstrated when she walked into the bar, she wasn't above showing them off in low cut tops. She also wasn't shy about touching them herself. More than once, she had teased him unmercifully by tweaking and tugging on her nipples inches from his face. Chance watched as Sherry tipped her head forward and inhaled Brad's cock as it emerged from her ample cleavage.

It wasn't fair, Brad thought. The combination of tit fucking and a blowjob had him racing toward his climax. He wanted to last longer. He wanted to feel her tits around his cock a little longer. He wanted more time with the head of his dick inside her mouth, but that wasn't going to happen. His balls felt like they were going to explode.

"Oh, oh... oh Sherry, I'm going to come," Brad panted.

Sherry released her breasts, putting one hand on Brad's cock and the other between her legs. She gripped his rigid shaft tightly. She pressed two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, and raised her arm until her hand was between Brad's legs.

"I want it. I want you to come all over me," she said, and then she slipped her slick finger into Brad's ass. His orgasm exploded out of his cock with more intensity and velocity than she expected. The first jet of hot cum splashed against her chin and dripped onto her tits. Sherry opened her mouth wide, catching most of the second stream on her lips and in her mouth. She pressed her thumb against Brad's perineum, milking every drop of hot, salty liquid out of him. She closed her mouth around the head of his cock, sucking him dry. When he was done, she gingerly extracted her finger from his ass.

"What," Brad panted, "the fuck was that?"

Sherry laughed, "I don't think you will ever get a better prostate exam than that. You were the only one of us that hadn't had something up your ass tonight. I didn't want you to feel left out."

"Thanks," Brad replied. He wasn't sure if it was the shock effect, or if he actually liked it, but it had certainly made him come hard.

Sherry stood up and put her arm around Brad's neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. While he stood stunned, she let him go and turned her attention to Chance. He made no effort to escape, and she kissed him deeply as well. When she was done, she looked at both of them and smile.

"You two would make such a hot gay couple," Sherry said.

Both men shook their heads.

"I'm just saying you both look good with cum on your face," she teased.

"It's just not my bag," Brad said.

"Same here," Chance added.

"Really, so even if I found a bi-curious friend and put on a show, you two wouldn't go at it."

"No," Brad said flatly.

"There's no way that would be hot," Chance added.

"I'll be the judge of that; I mean how it is any different than me and another woman?"

"I don't know, but it is" Brad said.

Sherry put her hands on her hips, "So me going down on another chick's snatch is hot, but one of you with a mouthful of cock isn't."

"That's pretty much it," Chance replied. 

Chance and Brad remained motionless as Sherry stood up and turned towards the shower.

"I'm going to get cleaned up, alone," she said as she sauntered out of the bedroom. She felt exhausted.

"You know," Chance said dryly, "We are going to have to come up with a story about how we met."

"Yea, I'd say so," Brad answered. He liked Chance. Brad had expected to think of him as a rival for Sherry's attention, but he now realized that she was quite capable of handling both of them.

"Would it bother you if I hooked up with Sherry again?" Chance asked.

"What makes you think I have any kind of influence over what Sherry does?' Brad replied. 

"You make a good point," Chance said.

Brad stood up and began to gather his clothes. Sherry's comment about how good he and Chance would look as a gay couple had made him a little self-conscious about being naked with him alone.

"You guys are more than welcome to stay the night," Chance offered.

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen," Sherry said as she walked back into the room. She could see the look of disappointment on their faces, but she wasn't sure if it was because of what she said or because she had wrapped a towel around her body.

"There's plenty of room," Chance said, stretching out on the bed.

"I think Brad has a little tradition to uphold," Sherry said, walking a bit closer to him.

"Does it involve you?" Chance asked.

"No. I just want to get home and into bed alone. You two wore me out and I'm going to be walking funny tomorrow," Sherry said as she put her hand on Brad's shoulder. 

"More than ever I understand what you mean," Chance said, "I'm not sure I could make it to the door without limping."

"There is one thing I want you to think about for next time," Sherry said, turning her attention to Chance. She reached into her purse and pulled out her lipstick, then climbed on the bed. 

Grabbing his cock with one hand and holding the lipstick in the other, she drew a red line around the pubic hair above his dick.

"What's that for?" Chance asked.

"That's what you get to keep. I want the rest of the hair down there gone before the next time I see you, " she said.

"And if I don't?" Chance asked defiantly...

"I have one word for you.... Brazilian," Sherry said wickedly.

"I think she means it," Brad added.

Sherry dropped her towel to the floor and ran her hand over the smooth skin between her legs. It's quid pro quo for this."

Sherry quickly dressed, then leaned over the bed, and gave Chance one more kiss before she and Brad headed for the door.

When they reached his car, Brad opened the door for Sherry, "That went much better than I expected."

"I agree. I should warn you that the next one will be quite different. The man I selected likes to be in charge," she cautioned.

Brad shut the door and walked to his seat. As he pulled out into traffic, Sherry put her hand on his leg. "But you won't have to worry about him touching you. His focus is going to be Charlotte. That's all I can say."

"So no quid pro quo with your mystery man," he said.

"You would have to talk him into it," she said

"So, are you going to be able to keep up your tradition?" she asked, changing the subject.

"What do you know about my traditions?" he replied.

"Not much, just that it makes Charlotte very happy. Do you have anything left for her?" she answered.

"I think so. I mean I'm tired, but I'm not that tired," he said, his voice betraying his weariness. 

"If it helps any, you certainly paid it forward tonight, I just hope Charlotte will let me play with her tits," Sherry said.

Out of the corner of his eye, Brad could see her caressing her breasts.

"Should I tell her what it felt like when you and Chance were both kissing and licking my tits?" she asked.




The Affair Episode 11



"I'm trying to drive here," he quipped. As much as he enjoyed Sherry's story, it was difficult to concentrate on the road when he was thinking about her playing with Charlotte's breasts.

"Okay, I will finish this when I get home," she said, putting her hands back in her lap.

"Any more hints about the mystery man?" he asked.

"You are going to have to make a road trip, he does not live here, but that's really all I can say. I don't want to spoil the surprise," she answered.

Brad stopped in front of Sherry's house and walked her to the door.

"Are you expecting a good night kiss," she said with a smile.

"I would not complain," he answered, leaning towards her. He kissed her gently on the mouth, and then stood up.

"Don't disappoint Charlotte, I want her to keep sharing you," she said, putting her hand on his crotch.

"I plan on keeping her happy," he replied.

"If this thing needs a jump start I want you to think of me lying in my bed naked, playing with my tits, and moaning Charlotte's name," Sherry said. She felt Brad's cock begin to stiffen as she talked.

"You know I will," he answered. Although the image she was painting with her words was hot, he doubted he would need it. The sight of his wife naked always made him hard. He turned and walked back to his car.

Another minute ticked by. Charlotte knew she should not be watching the clock, but could not take her eyes off it. The fact that Brad was not back yet meant his adventure must have gone well. She wondered if it was still going on. She thought of Brad, Chance, and Sherry all naked together and wondered if Brad and Chance took turns fucking Sherry. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have someone watch her have sex with Brad. The idea of Brad watching her while another man's cock penetrated her sex was surprisingly arousing. She opened the drawer to her nightstand and picked up her vibrator. It only made sense that if Brad was getting off then so should she.

The toy hummed to life and she slipped it under the sheets, rubbing the tip over her panties. She teased herself with it for a few minutes, letting the smooth plastic wand slide over the sheer material of her underwear. She imagined Brad watching her, one hand stroking his erect cock, as a man she did not know fingered her pussy.

She closed her eyes, pulled her panties aside, and pressed the vibrator against her labia. In her fantasy, Brad was telling her how much he wanted to see her come. She pushed the toy deep into her pussy then withdrew it and let it slide up along her clitoris. She continued that pattern, first penetration, then teasing her clit. She could hear Brad's voice begging her to come, telling her how much he wanted to see her writhe in ecstasy. It seemed so real.

"I'm going to come," she moaned to her fantasy, "I'm going to come, Brad."

Brad pinched himself, just to be sure he was not dreaming. He had called Charlotte to tell her he was on his way home. When she did not answer, he expected that she was sound asleep. He never imagined she would be so involved in masturbating that she would not hear the phone ring. He knew when he saw his wife playing with her pussy he would not need Sherry's jump-start fantasy. His cock was fully erect, albeit a bit sore.

Charlotte kicked the sheets off. She wanted to feel naked and exposed when her orgasm arrived. The vibrator pressed against her G-spot and she held it in place. She let go of her panties and grabbed her breast, tugging on her nipple. She opened her eyes and saw Brad standing at the end of the bed, a conspicuous bulge in his pants showing his arousal. . She didn't know if what she saw was part of her fantasy or reality, but it was enough to push her over the edge. Her body shuddered in the throes of her orgasm.

Brad unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it at the sight of his wife coming. As she lay naked on the bed, still sliding the vibrator in and out of her pussy he walked to the side of the bed. She turned towards him and half opened her eyes. He could see she was still drunk on the endorphins of her orgasm.

"Brad?" she said, as if she wasn't sure if he was there.

Grabbing a handful of her hair he pulled her mouth up against his cock. With his other hand, he guided the engorged head between her lips. He released his grip on the rigid shaft and grabbed her arm. As he slowly slid his cock into her mouth, he made certain that the vibrator remained buried in his wife pussy.

Even with her mouth full of cock, Charlotte was not sure if Brad was part of her fantasy or not. When she felt his grip on her arm, she realized her fantasy was over. As her mind scrambled to make sense of the situation, his cock continued to invade her mouth. Having her husband's throbbing erection between her lip and the buzzing vibrator between her labia was almost overwhelming. It finally occurred to her that this was her future, but instead of a piece of plastic between her legs it would be another hard cock.

The first twinge of his rapidly building climax caught Brad off guard. He did not think fucking his wife's mouth would be enough to get him off, but for some reason shoving his cock into her as she lay listlessly on the bed was extremely arousing. When she actually started sucking his dick, he felt his orgasm begin to accelerate. She began to move her arm, once again sliding the toy in and out of her sex.

She wondered if this was déjà vu for Brad. Is this what it had been like with Sherry, had she sucked his dick while he watched Chance fuck her? She could taste his cum seeping into her mouth. She shook her head from side to side, trying to tell him not to come in her mouth. She wanted his hard cock between her legs, but either he chose to ignore her or he could not stem the tide of cum that was now flowing into her mouth.

"Oh baby, I'm so close," he moaned. He looked down at his wife. As her head turned left and right, his cock rubbed against the inside of her checks. He could see the outline of his dick bulging out of his wife's face. Then he made eye contact and realized she wasn't trying to make him come, she was telling him not to.

This time was different.There was no eruption of cum when Brad orgasmed. It was more like a steady trickle. She looked up at Brad and saw the lust burning in his eyes. Charlotte resigned herself to simply satisfying her husband, but instead of filling her mouth with hot, thick cum, he pulled his cock from between her lips and climbed onto the bed. He was on top of her in seconds. She tossed her toy aside, grabbing his cock with one hand and pulling her panties out of his way with the other. The feeling of penetration by a real cock was electric.

"Oh yes," she moaned, a bit of cum spilling out of her mouth.

Still struggling to hold back his climax, Brad thrust his cock into her dripping wet pussy. As much as he had enjoyed fucking Sherry, there was nothing like being inside Charlotte. He drove his cock all the way into her, then pulled his hips back, and did it again.

The feeling of him ramming his cock into her repeatedly fanned the embers of her earlier climax into a flame. Charlotte wrapped her legs around her lover, trying to pull him in deeper.

"Oh baby," Charlotte moaned, "you're going to make me come."

The words were music to Brad's ears. His own orgasm had arrived with a whimper instead of a bang, but it seemed like his cock had not noticed. His dick was still hard and he didn't care how or why. He pressed his lips against her mouth, piercing her lips with his tongue. He could feel her pussy clenching down on his erection.

When her husband pressed his mouth against her, the first thing Charlotte noticed was the smell. Brad smelled like sex. The image of him with his face between Sherry's legs flashed into her mind. It was that scene, her husband licking Sherry's pussy until she came that pushed Charlotte over the edge. The doubts about being able to watch Sherry and Brad faded away as her climax engulfed her. Her body writhed with pleasure as he drove his cock into her over and over. When she broke their kiss it wasn't because she had tired of feeling his lips against her, it was because she needed to breathe.

"Oh, oh, oh Brad, don't stop," she gasped, putting her hands on his ass and pulling him close. 

"Oh...fuck...I'm...coming," she stuttered.

Brad could feel her orgasm as her muscles squeezed his cock. His own orgasm paled in comparison to what he felt as his wife came all over his cock. He wanted to keep fucking her, but his body was exhausted. His thrusting slowed and finally stopped with his fading erection buried in his wife's pussy.

"That was amazing," Charlotte panted.

"You are amazing," Brad replied as he rolled off her.

"So I guess things went well with Chance?" she said with a smile.

"Not as well as with you, but yea, it worked out quite well," he replied.

"So watching him fuck her was okay?" she asked genuinely curious.

He rolled on to his side and propped his head up. "I'd be lying if I said I knew it would work out. I had my doubts, but not anymore, at least not with Chance."

"Really?" she inquired.

"Yea, if you end up liking threesomes we might need to hook up with him," he said.

"Wow, I did not expect to hear that from you. Now Sherry said the next guy is going to be very different," Charlotte said.

"She told me the same thing. Different can be good," Brad offered.

"Yes, different can be good," she agreed.

"I guess I should take a shower," he said.

"No, no. I think I like you dirty for now," Charlotte said, pushing him over and resting her head on his chest.

"Can I at least get dressed for bed?" he asked.

"Let's compromise on you getting undressed," she countered.

Brad kicked off his pants and peeled off his shirt, then reclined on the bed. Charlotte put her head on his chest and they both drifted off to sleep.



The Affair Episode 12



As always thanks to my editor cheer_smartie526 for keeping me on track. I hope you are enjoying the series.

*****

"I guess you won't take no for an answer again?" Charlotte asked.

"I would, but you have a rule against it," Brad replied.

A sigh escaped her lips. She had made the rule to hold back a sense of complacency. Now that her husband had a fuck buddy it was too easy to outsource their sex life. So she had made a rule that she could not say no to him more than four times in a row. It was flattering that he still asked. There did not appear to be a shortage of women willing to have no strings attached sex with her husband. She wondered why his sex drive seemed to be stuck at the level of a twenty something while hers had declined. Brad suggested she appreciated quality over quantity, correctly implying that he was good in bed. There was a bit of truth to his statement, he was a good fuck.

She was a bit surprised that he did not abuse the rule. He could have asked her every morning and every night, invoking the rule every other day, but he did not. No doubt part of it was the other women; it gave him other options when she was too tired or busy. She also appreciated his discretion, he didn't abandon her the moment she refused him, instead would slip away hours or even a day later to take advantage of their arrangement. She wondered how many wives encouraged their husbands to sleep around. Charlotte had met all of his booty calls. She wasn't sure what would happen if she didn't approve of any of the women, the two women he was sleeping with now didn't seem like a threat to their marriage.

A grin spread across Brad's face as he looked at his wife. She appeared to be lost in thought. He almost wished he could retract his question, despite the elaborate preparations he had made. He didn't need to get laid tonight, and even if he did finding someone to answer a booty call would not be that difficult. Two names sprang to mind, but he didn't really want to fuck either of them tonight, he wanted to be with Charlotte.

"And a rule is a rule," she said, resigning herself to Brad's lustful desire. She joked that fucking

Brad was like going to the gym, sometimes it was difficult to get started, but she was always glad when she finished.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic."

"Sorry, it was a crazy day, I can't clear my head."

"Then how about we try something different?" he asked. Charlotte's attitude was an unexpected bonus. What he had planned was a bit of a departure from their normal routine.

"Isn't that why I let you off the leash, so you can do something different?" she countered.

"I think you will find this to be just what you need," he said with a smile.

The words 'what you need' echoed in her head. He was right; almost every time they had sex it ended her with satisfied and exhausted. She was already exhausted, at least mentally, and wondered if she had the energy for whatever he had in mind.

"Come with me," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.

As she stepped through the doorway she noticed there was something on the bed. At first she could not believe what she was seeing, "I think you have me mixed up with someone else."

"I'm quite aware of who I am with," he said walking over to the bed and picking up the riding crop. He could see that her eyes were still on the bed, specifically on the big black dildo in the middle of it.

Charlotte could not stop staring at the toy on the bed. She scanned the rest of the bed. At each corner there was a leather cuff with a chain leading the bed frame. The pillows had been tossed on the floor and there was a towel on the bed concealing at least one more item.

"You really think I'm going to let you use that on me?"

"I'm counting on it," he replied.

"Why..." she started to ask, but was unable to complete the question.

"You will find out soon enough," he said, walking back to her with the riding crop still in his hand.

"I don't know if I can do this."

"You," he whispered as he kissed her neck, "can do anything you want, and I think you want this." 

He considered adding 'and a whole lot more', but didn't.

Once again he was right. Just a few days earlier she had enjoyed her first bi-curious experience, and it was with one of his fuck buddies. It was limited to a few kisses and a little touching, but it was more than she ever imagined she would do with another woman. In less than a week she would experience her first threesome. Charlotte wondered if he realized she was doing it just to see what it was like, not because she craved sex with another man. She didn't understand his desire to be with other women, and was curious about what it would be like to be with another man demanded to be satisfied. She gazed at the restraints again, if she was going to let Brad and another man fuck her she might just need to be tied up first.

"So now what?" she asked.

"Now I take your clothes off and we have some fun," he said, stepping behind her. He slipped his hand through the wrist strap of the riding crop and let it dangle, then grabbed her shirt and gave it an upward tug. His cock was already hard and begging to be freed from his jeans.

"Hands up," he ordered as he peeled her shirt off. As she raised her arms upward he stripped off her top and threw it on the floor.

The riding crop brushed against her as he released the clasp on her bra and dropped it on the floor. She felt aroused, but still tired. It didn't matter, once she was tied to the bed she would be unable to move. His hands were on her waist, and she felt the riding crop bump against her thigh as he continued to remove her clothing. Soon her remaining garments were gathered around her ankles.

Seeing his wife naked always made him happy, even though she described herself as 'decidedly average'. It was true that most of her measurements were closer to the median value for her demographic, but they went together in a way that pleased his eye. Charlotte didn't have any artificial enhancements, her breasts were real, and she didn't have any body piercings or tattoos. 

Her one concession to societies' standard of appearance was that she shaved. A few times she had taken it to an extreme and shaved off every hair below her eyebrows, but usually she left a neatly trimmed patch above her pussy. That was the case today, her pubic hair ended about a half inch above her vulva. He gripped the riding crop and tapped her ass with it.

"Do I get on the bed now?" She asked.

"No, not yet," he replied, "first I'm going to address your lack of enthusiasm."

Initially his remark annoyed her, but then curiosity took over. She wondered if he had learned something from his other lovers. When he gripped her wrist her heart began to beat faster. He led her over to a chest of drawers.

"Get down on your knees," he ordered. Brad wondered who, out of the two of them, was more out of their comfort zone. The idea of being dominant with his wife had come to him in a dream, and he didn't think she would agree to it, but so far she was playing along. In fact she seemed to be enjoying it, as evidenced by her swollen nipples.

When Brad turned towards the bed Charlotte wondered if he was going to pick up the big black dildo, and was disappointed when he did not. She was even more disappointed when he set down the riding crop. It was obvious he picked up something, but his body blocked her from seeing exactly what it was. When he turned around Brad put the item behind his back. She could see by the bulge in his pants the he was already aroused.

After he set down the riding crop Brad picked up several items. First on the list was a blindfold, second was a pair of wrist restraints, and last was a flogger. All the items were from his dream, and he hoped he could wield them as well in real life as he did in his fantasy. Oddly the dream had occurred when he was asleep with his mistress Sherry, and she had awakened him from it with a blowjob before it ended. He tucked the blindfold and flogger into the waistband of his jeans.

"Hands above your shoulders," he said.

Charlotte complied without even thinking about it. His hands emerged from behind his back holding two black leather wrist cuffs. They were about two inches wide and had shiny silver buckles on them. They were not connected to each other; instead each had a short chain that ended with a clip of some sort. As she watched him put it on her wrist she felt strangely detached from the situation, and aroused at the same time. Once he had secured the buckle Brad clipped the chain to a drawer handle, then he grabbed her other wrist and repeated his actions.

The idea of tying her to the dresser drawer was quite clever, he thought as he finished restraining his wife. The drawer was heavy enough to be an anchor, but held at least a chance of escape since the drawer could be removed. Reaching behind his back he pulled the flogger out next.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," he replied, slipping his wrist through the strap and letting it hang.

"Are you going to hit me with that?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Hard?"

"That depends on how well you obey," he replied.

Charlotte wondered what he could demand of her that would require the threat of whipping to get her to comply.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Frank picking something up from the top of the chest of drawers.

When he grabbed her hair she knew what was going to happen. He was going to make her suck his dick. She could feel him threading her hair through an elastic band; he said it kept her hair from blocking the view of her lips wrapped around his cock. She tried to imagine how she was going to give him a blowjob without the use of her hands.

"One more thing," he said as he placed the blindfold over her eyes and positioned the strap under her pony tail. The sight of her naked, bound and blindfolded was more arousing that he thought it would be. He gripped the handle of the flogger and swung it slowly until the leather tips slapped against Charlottes breasts. She gasped in response.

At first she was a bit nervous. They had played with handcuffs once, but nothing like this. The light blow from the flogger left her wanting more, much to her surprise. She wondered what would happen next. All she could hear was her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She wondered if he was still dressed, but didn't have to wait long for an answer. The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans echoed in her ears. The blindfold seemed to amplify her other senses. She heard his pants sliding down his legs and pictured them in a heap on the floor.

The next blow from the flogger was harder. She let out a whimper as the leather tendrils stung her tender skin. She involuntarily pulled against her restraints, causing the leather cuffs to bite into her wrists. Warmth began to radiate outwards from her sex and she anxiously awaited the flogger.

"What am I being punished for?" she asked.

"Lack of enthusiasm."

For just a moment he felt uncertain about what he was doing, but that feeling was soon replaced by lust. He grabbed his cock and stroked it; the tip was inches from her mouth. He lifted the flogger over his head and let his arm fall under its own weight until the black leather hit her bare shoulder. The speed at which he stroked his erection increased and he could feel his orgasm building. The original purpose of the blindfold was to allow him to jack off and come on her face without her watching; but no, he decided. He wanted more. He was a bit disappointed that she wasn't begging to suck he cock the way she had in his dream.

He rained down blows on her shoulders, switching between the left and the right. Sometimes the tips slapped at the spot where her neck met her shoulders, and sometimes they reached her shoulder blades. It didn't matter, each time the leather bit into her skin it made her pussy a bit wetter. She had forgotten about the riding crop and the other toys on the bed. All she could think about was the fact that Brad was standing in front of her naked, and the lashings he was giving her. The tendrils of the flogger struck her on the ribs next. She tried to will the next impact to strike her breasts, but instead the lashing moved down her body. She let out a squeal when he whipped her ass. Later she would wonder why the stinging bite of the leather on her backside turned her on, but now she was lost on the moment. The warmth between her legs spread outward, encompassing more of her body as her thighs fell victim to the flogger. She felt the leather against the inside of her leg, and braced for the next blow. If Brad stayed on his present path the next target was her sex.

It was obvious that Charlotte was quite aroused, which came as both a surprise and a relief to Brad. Although his wife had been quite open minded about his philandering habits, she had been more conservative in her own actions, at least until recently. When she expressed the desire to be in a threesome he wondered exactly where her limits were, and tonight he was finding out. This was not the time to find her absolute limits, but he was going to push the envelope a bit. He paused for a moment and considered what to do next. He looked down at the neatly trimmed patch of hair that blocked his view of her pussy. It was tempting to skip over her sex, but wondered if it would be cruel to tease her that way. On the one hand she was guilty of the same transgression. More than once she had taken him to the very edge of orgasm with a blowjob, but denied him the experience of finishing in her mouth. Another option was to unleash the full power of the flogger on her delicate flesh, but he knew that causing her pain was beyond his own limits for now. After considering his options Brad made his decision.

Time seemed to stand still as she waited to feel the sting of the flogger again. Finally she felt it, just the tips brushed against her skin above her navel. The next blow was a bit lower and a bit harder. She wondered if she was supposed to say something. Was she supposed to beg for more? Was Brad expecting her to start talking dirty? When the flogger struck her just above her mons, a moan escaped her lips.

"So you like that?" Brad asked.

"Oh yes," she replied.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, please, more," she begged.

The patch of pubic hair cushioned the next blow, much to her disappointment, but the one after that was spectacular. The thin black strands of leather slapped against every inch of her vulva.

"Again," she moaned.

"One more, I don't want to spoil you," he replied, swinging his arm until he heard the leather slap against her hot, wet flesh.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as her orgasm began to build in earnest. She felt the flogger slap against her ass. Her sex ached for more, but she decided it wasn't her place to question what he was doing. Even though the flogger was moving away from her most sensitive spot she continued to feel quite aroused.

Brad released his cock and brushed his fingers over her lips. He wondered if she knew what he had been doing. Despite all he had done he still felt a bit awkward letting her see him stroke his cock, which was one of the reasons for the blindfold she was wearing.

"Open your mouth," he instructed.

Charlotte hesitated. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be sucking his dick soon, but she wasn't sure how she would do it with her hands tied. She parted her lips and waited.

"More."

The tone is his voice made her feel a bit defiant, so when she complied with his order she did the absolute minimum. She parted her lips another half inch, expecting him to repeat his command. Instead she felt his thumb penetrate her mouth. His fingers pressed against the bottom of her jaw and he pried her mouth open. She felt the thin leather strips brushing against her breasts. Then she felt his thumb slip out of her mouth as he wiped it on her chin. She tried to rub the saliva off, but he stopped her.

The thought of using the flogger to convince her to obey had crossed his mind, but he decided using his hand would be better. The instrument now dangled from the wrist strap as he inspected Charlotte's mouth. He grabbed his cock and guided it between her lips. It was a tossup as to which lips were more arousing to see wrapped around his erection, but watching his cock slide into her mouth did not require the somewhat awkward position that seeing his cock split her labia apart did. Each time he pushed his hips forward he went a little deeper into her mouth. Each time he pulled back until the tip of his cock rested on her bottom lip.

"Even though you are tied up I am going to let you decide one thing. You choose where I am going to come. I'll pull out when I am close. If you close your mouth I will come on your face," Brad said, "If you leave it open then I will come in your mouth."

Neither option was very appealing, but her options were limited to those two.

The blindfold kept her from seeing what he was doing, but it was not difficult to figure it out. She could feel his hand against her mouth, he had pushed his cock down until it was horizontal, and was sliding it through his hand and into her mouth. She had almost no control over the situation. The dresser blocked her head from moving back more than an inch or two, and the wrist restraints kept her from moving to either side. Her contemplation of the situation was interrupted by Brad's voice.

"Oh yea, that feels good. I love watching you suck my cock."

She tried to reply, but having a mouthful of Brad muffled her response. She wondered if he would be as enthusiastic when he was watching her suck another man's dick. That thought, having Brad watch her with another man, sent a tingle down her spine. As Brad's cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth she imagined it was someone else, while Brad was tied behind her, caressing her breasts and watching her pleasure another man. Her fantasy was interrupted when the tip of Brad's dick hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She wasn't sure if she was mad because he had tried to make her deep throat him or because he had spoiled the scene in her head.

"I guess I know how much is too much now," Brad said, pulling his cock back slightly but not stopping.

Charlotte returned to her fantasy, this time Brad was tied up, bound tightly to a chair, and his face was inches from her to ensure he had an up close view of the blowjob she was giving to someone else.

This time when he pulled back he did not stop until his cock was completely out of her mouth. It was wet and slid easily into his hand. He stroked his cock a few times, thinking about how many times he had done this while imagining Charlotte's lips wrapped around his rigid shaft. This time he didn't have to picture it in his mind, she was right there, completely naked and her lips inches from his throbbing erection. He slid his cock back into her mouth.

"Oh that feels so good," he moaned.

This time when his erection invaded her mouth she tasted the first drops of cum leaking out of it. She had a decision to make. Neither of the choices Brad had offered her sounded very good. She considered begging him to hold back until he fucked her, or at least coming on her tits instead of her face, but realized that he would not have time to consider her offer. Having her mouth full of hot cum seemed the lesser evil. When the time came she would let him finish with his cock between her lips. A mouthful of the salty fluid would only last a moment, much better than have it running down her cheeks and dripping off her chin.

At first glance his wife looked like a hot mess. Her hair was plastered against her sweaty skin, and a stream of drool was dripping of her chin, yet he found her appearance arousing. The pressure was building as his orgasm continued to build. He knew he would not last much longer. He pulled his cock out of her mouth.




The Affair Episode 12



"Where do you want me to come?" he asked.

"In my mouth, I want you to come in my mouth," she said.

The sound of her words pushed him over the edge. The scene seemed to play out in slow motion. Brad watched as a thick jet of cum sprayed out of his cock and splattered against his wife's tongue. The she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his throbbing erection.

"Don't stop, oh, oh, oh, oh," he moaned as he pumped his load into her mouth. Her tongue lashed against the head of his dick and it felt like there was electric current flowing from her mouth to his cock. His knees almost buckled as endorphins flooded into his bloodstream. It suddenly occurred to him that he had shut his eyes. When he opened them again he could not look away from the sight of Charlotte gulping down every drop of cum that flowed out of his dick.

When she was certain he was done she pulled her head back until his dick popped out of her mouth. Despite the somewhat unpleasant taste in her mouth she was still very horny, and wondered what else her husband had planned for her. She was still blindfolded, but she could hear him walking around. It sounded like he was walking back to the bed, her mind fixated on the big black dildo she had seen resting on the mattress. She suspected there were a few other toys, but she remained focused on that one. They had used a vibrator before, but it was much smaller, and he had mostly teased her with it. This time she wanted to be penetrated by the toy. She wanted Brad to see her come with something inside her that wasn't his cock.

Lifting the towel Brad considered his options. Laid out neatly on the bed were the toys he had concealed from her view; a set of nipple clamps, a riding crop, two silver balls and a feather. The nipple clamps were tempting, he imagined clamping the cold steel jaws around her swollen nipples and pulling the amber flesh taut. He scooped them up in his hand. Just before he turned away from the bed he grabbed the dildo. When he set it on the bed it had just been to intimidate Charlotte, but not the idea of pushing it into her sex seemed appealing.

The sound of his approaching footsteps was not very loud, but it echoed in her eager ears. Her arms sagged from fatigue, they dangled from the leather cuffs. She could feel his breath on her neck and wondered what he was planning. Something cold and smooth brushed against her breast. Perhaps the handle of the flogger, she guessed. It pressed into her skin; it wasn't the flogger, the shape was wrong. It felt like metal, so it wasn't the dildo; it must be one of the hidden items. She felt pressure on her nipples and knew what it was in a flash. A quiet moan escaped her lips as the clamps pinched her amber skin. Brad's fascination with her breasts was usually flattering, but sometime it came at the cost of frustration on her part. There was an ache between her legs, she needed to be penetrated, but he was still toying with her breasts. The other clamp pressed against the opposite breast, circling her nipple a few times before he applied it. His hands pressed against the bottom of her tits and lifted them up. That meant he had nothing else in his hands, she wondered if the clamps were the only toy he was going to use.

As he toyed with her breasts he felt his cock begin to swell again. He gently lowered them, then

too his hands away. When she frowned he chucked quietly to himself, then grasped the chain that joined the nipple clamps and lifted it. A grin spread across his face as a low moan escaped her lips. Brad reached down and picked up the dildo.

The clamps pulled on her skin until it was stretched to its limit, and she found it more arousing than expected. Everything about the evening had made her horny, which was a bit of a surprise. 

If Brad had told her what he had planned she would have flatly refused. This was not the kind of thing she thought she would enjoy, and certainly not the kind of behavior she expected from her husband. Perhaps part of the thrill was the fact that this seemed very out of character for Brad. Perhaps this wasn't Brad at all, but a twisted doppelganger or secret deranged twin. Whoever it was tugged on the clamps until she lifted her body up as high as she could without getting off her knees. She felt his hand cup her sex and one finger slip into her pussy.

"So wet," he said.

Charlotte wondered if she was supposed to reply. A flurry of responses swam around in her mind but all she could manage was a throaty groan. His hand vanished and a second later she felt something else against her sex. It was cool, smooth and big. The image of the dildo flashed into her mind. The steady pull on the nipple clamps went slack for a moment, then resumed. This time it was pulling down, forcing her onto the sex toy between her legs.

"I can't" she protested, " it's too big." It was a bit of a white lie, but she didn't want to admit that her reluctance was more about being embarrassed than the size of the toy. Only recently has she allowed Brad to watch her masturbate. At first she felt humiliated, but his enthusiastic response encouraged her to do it again. She still found it a bit embarrassing. The toy added a new dimension to the experience, and she wasn't sure what to think.

"It looks like a perfect fit to me," he replied, giving the chain a slight yank.

Charlotte swallowed her embarrassment and slowly lowered her body. She felt the dildo stretching her labia apart. She wondered if this is what the threesome would be like. Would Brad want to watch her get penetrated by another man?

"Are you going to come for me?" he asked.

"Is that allowed?" she replied.

"Yes, in fact I insist," he answered.

As she sank down onto the rigid shaft she felt his thumb brush against her clit. He pulled up on the chain, and she began to rise.

"That's it, I want to see you fuck this thing,"

This time she didn't wait for him to pull on the nipple clams, instead she began to ride up and down on the big black dildo. Each time it sank into her pussy she felt his thumb pressing into her soft flesh. Sometimes he pressed on her clit, and sometimes he just rubbed her labia. She wondered if his cock was hard again, but that thought slipped away as the warm tingle between her legs began to spread. As her climax began to build so did her confidence that she would be able to participate in the threesome that was only days away. She imagined the scene again, but this time Brad wasn't tied up and forced to watch her with another man. Instead he was standing beside her as she fucked the other man cowgirl style, his throbbing erection inches from her lips and begging for attention.

The toy was sliding in and out of her pussy quite easily, allowing him to relax his grip a bit. Brad extended his pointer fingers so that it slipped between the cheeks of her ass. He knew it was unlikely that she would ever let him fuck her in the ass, but he could not resist pushing her limits. As she continued to ride up and down he wondered if she even noticed he was playing with her ass.

The blindfold had gone from blessing to curse and back to blessing again. At first she appreciated the way it disconnected her from what was happening, much like the story of the ostrich sticking its head in the sand. At first the idea of being tied up caused her to cringe, but once her eyes were covered she began to enjoy it. Later she wished she could see Brad towering over her, his chest bare and his hand gripping the flogger. Now she was glad her eyes were still covered, it made it easier to imagine the threesome she would soon be a part of. The clamps pulled against her nipples again, it felt like Brad was pulling the chain away from her body instead of up or down. The tension increased when the dildo was barely touching her, and then slacked off as she lowered her body onto the toy. Once it was buried deep inside her pussy he pulled the chain taut again. She imagined Brad in front of her, watching as she rode another man's cock reverse cowgirl.

"So big," she moaned as the phallus filled her vagina. It was certainly bigger than Brad's cock, she wondered if the man that would complete her threesome would be as long and thick as the toy was. It wasn't just the size of the was turning her on, but the way he was using it on her. He could have just shoved it into her pussy, but instead he made her fuck it. As her arousal increased she took the initiative, eagerly riding up and down on the dildo, leaning back so that the clamps tugged on her nipples as the toy completely filled her sex. The icing on the cake was the way Brad touched her. His thumb brushed against her clit each time she sank down on to the dildo. The light pressure he applied left her wanting more, and each time she went down she tried to take in a little more of the fake cock, hoping he would mash his thumb against her clit and send her over the edge, but each time he stopped just short of what she wanted.

The size of the toy was something Brad had carefully considered. It was bigger than his own cock for a reason; he hoped it would inoculate him against any feeling of jealousy or inadequacy if the other party in the threesome turned out to have a huge dick. He wanted to know what would feel like to fuck Charlotte after her pussy had been wrecked by a big, hard cock. The way her labia stretched around the dildo was a bit intimidating, and part of him wondered if she would even be able to feel his cock when he fucked her later. Now was not the time to evaluate his decision, the sight in front of him had captured his full attention. Seeing his wife fucking the dildo made his cock ache to be inside her. He wanted to see her come. Later he would wonder if his desire to watch his wife climax with the toy made him a voyeur or cuckold, but now was not the time to analyze his desires. It was time to make his wife come.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she moaned. She was so close to orgasm she could practically taste it. 

If he would just press down a bit harder on her clit she would be in nirvana. "Please let me come, please, please..."

The sound of her begging for an orgasm made his cock rock hard. If she had been lying down he would have tossed the dildo aside and finished her off with his cock, but the way she was tied up made that impossible. He rammed the dildo between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit and his finger against her perineum.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck! Yes! Ahhhh!" she screamed as endorphins flooded through her body. She pulled on the restraints as her orgasm peaked. A few small items fell off the dresser and the drawer slipped out a few inches. Suddenly she felt exhausted. She felt him kissed her gently on the lips. The dildo was gone, she did not recall him pulling it out, but her sex felt oddly empty.

Brad removed the blindfold and watched her blink as her eyes adjusted from total darkness to the dim light of the bedroom. He unclipped the wrist restraints from the dresser and pulled her to her feet. It was time for the second part of the test. He wanted to see if she would be ready for more sex.

Charlotte wasn't sure if she felt woozy because of the intense orgasm she had just experienced, or because getting to it had been so exhausting. Her arms ached from being in the restraints for so long, and her pussy was sore from being stretched beyond what she was used to. With a stumbling gait she let Brad lead her to the bed. It suddenly occurred to her that he probably wanted to fuck her, that she was going to have sex... again. That's what the threesome would be like, having one hard cock inside her, and then when the first one had filled her pussy with cum she would get fucked again.

Brad watched her crawl onto the bed, then gave her a shove and she rolled on to her back. He quickly attached the restraints on her wrists to straps that wrapped around the bed's headboard. Once her arms were secure he wrapped leather cuffs around her ankles, leaving her spread eagle on the bed. He picked up the riding crop and touched the tip against her ass.

"Up," he commanded. When she complied he stuffed a pillow under her ass, raising her hips off the bed.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"You will find out soon enough," he replied, then slapped her buttock with the riding crop. The tip meandered along her torso, skirting the edge of her breast. Finally it came to rest on her jaw.

"Open your mouth."

It took a few moments for her exhausted and confused mind to make sense of the words. From the moment she climbed onto the bed a flurry of images had been swirling in her head. What else did Brad have planned for her? What he going to fuck her with a toy again? Would she feel the sting of the flogger on her naked body? She glanced over at him. His cock was hard again, and she imagined him straddling her and shoving his erection into her mouth once more. With a bit of trepidation she parted her lips. He held his hand above her face and something dripped out of his clenched fist. Ice cold drops of watch splashed against her tongue. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her aching jaw. Brad's hand moved, and the water dripped down on to her chin, then her throat. She felt the riding crop slap against the side of her breast.

Each time he struck one of her tits with the riding crop the force of the blow rippled through her breast. Seeing her tits always excited him, although not as much as touching them did. Best of all was when she touched them. The idea of leaving one of her hands free so he would watch Charlotte play with her tits had crossed his mind, but he decided against it. It was better to have her fully restrained. There would be other opportunities to watch her caress her breasts and tug on her swollen nipples. He wondered if seeing another man's hands on Charlotte's breasts would be as arousing. Brad contemplated the lengths he would go to in order to obligate his wife and his mistress to play with each other's tits. An impatient moan from Charlotte brought him back to the present. There would be time to fantasize about the threesome with Sherry and Charlotte later; right now his wife deserved his full attention.

The water dripping off the ice Brad held in his closed fist was falling on to her breast now. Each new drop was a bit closer to her swollen nipples. She wondered if it would feel any colder when it splashed against the sensitive amber flesh that topped her breast. She glanced over at him again. His throbbing erection had not wavered. Turning away from him she closed her eyes. In her opinion cocks should be felt and not seen. She wondered what he planned on doing to her. The obvious answer was sex, but he had been full of surprises tonight. Perhaps he would just slide his cock between her breasts and tit-fuck her until he came. She stopped contemplating her fate when the first drop of icy water finally landed on her nipple. It sent a shiver down her spine. She noticed he was lowering his hand. His fingers moved, exposing the chunk of ice he was holding. It pressed against her breast and he traced a circled on her skin, leaving a wet trail that spiraled inward. At the same time the tip of the riding crop moved down her body. She had been vaguely aware of how Brad had positioned her body when he tied her to the bed, but now she felt exposed with her legs spread wide and her battered pussy on display.

The ice cube finally touched against her nipple and she drew a sharp breath as the icy cold sucked the heat out of her body. Rivulets of cold water ran down her breasts as he circled her nipple with the ice. Brad was crouched down, staring at the crinkled skin and watching the ice melt.

"C...c...cold" she stuttered. Her nipple was beginning to sting. He pulled the ice away and wrapped his lips around the chilled amber bud. His mouth felt like fire. At the same time the time of the riding crop slapped against the inside of her thigh.

Brad dropped the chunk of ice on the bed. He wasn't done with it, but lacked the flexibility and dexterity to use it the way he wanted to. He eagerly planted kisses all over his wife's breast while he moved the riding crop closer and closer to her sex. The temptation to stroke his cock was impossible to resist, and caused him to forget that holding the ice had made is hand quite chilly. The moment his icy fingers touched his cock he pulled his hand away. It was like getting a hand job from the undead.

Brad's lips were moving down her body and he was using the riding crop like a saw, rubbing the ribbed shaft over her clit and against her mons. Despite what he done to her with the dildo she wanted to be penetrated again, she wanted his cock inside her. His tongue circled her navel and something brushed against the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her sex. She kept her eyes closed and tried to guess was it was. Perhaps it was his fingers, or maybe the handle of the riding crop. Seconds later she knew both her guesses were wrong. The pressure increased and her skin temperature decreased as he pressed the chunk of ice against her sex. Charlotte squealed as he rubbed it against her thighs and tried to squirm out of the restraints. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have something so cold against the sensitive skin of her sex.

Brad planted himself between Charlotte's legs and took a look at her well fucked pussy. The ice was melting quickly has he moved it in an arc starting on her inner thigh, plowing through her pubic hair and briefly pausing on her other thigh before repeating the process. Melting water streamed into the folds of her labia, making her pussy even wetter. When the ice was reduced to a mere sliver he discarded it and lowered his head. Parts of Charlotte's sex were actually cold, which was logical, but still caught him by surprise.

In contrast to the ice Brad's tongue felt soft and warm as he delicately probed her sex. She felt his fingers on her breast, and they too provide welcome warmth. It seemed like he was holding back, his normal technique was to bury his face between her legs and force his tongue into her sex, usually accompanied by at least one finger. The time he gently lapped at her labia and planted soft kisses on her clit. She could feel another climax building, but this one was more of a slow burn instead of the firestorm she has experienced when he fucked her with the dildo.

It was a constant battle to maintain his pace. It was against his instinct to go so slow and be so gentle, but he was under very specific instructions. Brad did not question Sherry when she explained exactly how he should perform oral sex on his wife. There was no doubt in his mind that she had a reason, and it would be revealed soon enough. The relaxed pace allowed him to noticed some subtle characteristics of Charlotte's pussy that were lost with his usually bull in a china shop technique. Some parts were much smoother than others. He teased at her clit with his tongue and grinned when she tried to raise her hips up against his face. The restraints didn't give her much leeway, but he appreciated the effort she made.

The instructions had also covered how he was supposed to play with her tits. He was allowed to be a bit rougher. Pinching and tugging on her nipples was allowed, something he took full advantage of, but the rest of her breast was to be handled gently. Grabbing her entire breast in his hand and crushing it was not allowed. He wondered if Sherry was trying to tell him what she wanted, or if this was part of a bigger plan. At the moment it did not matter. The advice appeared to be well founded based on the way his wife was writhing and moaning.

For a brief moment Charlotte though she might get bored with the languid pace of Brad's lovemaking, but her concerns were unfounded. She briefly wondered if his new technique this was his way of preparing her for the threesome. Most likely their guest would have his own methods, and they would differ from Brad's way of pleasuring her. The analysis of his actions was overcome as her climax continued to build. His hands moved up and down her body, sometimes spreading her labia apart so he could press his tongue inside her sex, and sometimes caressing her breast and tugging on her aching nipples.




The Affair Episode 12



The warm tingle between her legs was starting to spread. There was no doubt in her mind that he could make her come like this, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel his weight pressing her body into the bed; she wanted to feel his cock filling her pussy. She wanted run her fingers through the hair on his head, then pull him up until he was deep inside her, but he showed no signs of stopping what he was doing.

"I want you inside me," she moaned.

It was becoming more and more difficult to suppress his desire to bury his head between Charlotte's legs and lash her clit with his tongue until she climaxed, but he summoned the willpower to resist his lust filled urges. He continued to gently press his lips against her sex and swirl his tongue around her clit. He could feel that she was getting wetter and hotter, and that increased his own state of arousal. Her hips rose to meet his face as she continued to struggle against the wrist and ankle cuffs that held her in place.

When he covered her breasts with his hands and gently tugged on her nipples she tumbled over into the climax she had been resisting. She had wanted to come with his cock buried deep in her pussy, but her wish had been denied. The warm tingling sensation that had been slowly spreading outward rushed over her like a wave, engulfing her entire body.

"Oh, oh, oh! Yes, yes, yes, I want you, I want you..." her words became a steady moan as she surrendered herself to the orgasm Brad had given her.

Her cries of pleasure caused his willpower to fail. He stopped licking her sex and pounced on his wife like a jungle cat, plunging his aching cock deep inside her with a single thrust. Keeping his arms straight he held his body above her, watching the impact of each thrust passes through her body. Each time he rammed his throbbing erection into her sex he saw her hips shudder from the blow; her breasts bounce towards her face and the sound of her voice change slightly. Brad could not look away from the sight of her labia stretched around his rigid shaft. As his own orgasm began to build it sapped the strength from his arms.

As she floundered in a sea of euphoria Charlotte realized her pleas had been answered. Brad's hard cock filled her pussy. The relentless thrusting either extended her current orgasm or started a new one, she didn't care. When she looked up at her husband she realized his attention was directed downward. When she followed his gaze the sight both shocked and aroused her. The shaft of his penis was coated with her wetness, and slid in and out of her pussy with a steady rhythm. It was a sight she averted her eyes from when they watched porn together, but this time she could not look away. Brad's body began to descend on to hers, like a curtain coming down at the end of a performance. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she felt his hot breath on her neck. As her climax faded away she regained the power of speech.

"I want you to come inside me," she moaned.

"Yes, oh, oh, oh, yes," he replied.

The instructions were not necessary, but it was what he needed to push him past the cusp of his orgasm. He felt his cock jerk as it spurted thick cum into her pussy. Brad didn't understand why, but he always became more aware of Charlotte the moment he climaxed. Suddenly he could feel her vagina squeezing his cock, her swollen nipples pressing into his skin, and her warm breath on his face. Coupled with the endorphins flowing through his body it created a state of bliss that he wished would last longer. He stopped moving and tucked his arms under Charlotte's shoulders, pulling their bodies together.

"That," she whispered, "was amazing."

"You are amazing," he replied.

"You're schmoopy," she said with a laugh.

"No, you're schmoopy," he answered, completely the line from a sitcom that had watched long ago.

Brad lifted his body off hers, taking one more look at her naked form.

"I must look like a hot mess," she said.

"You look hot, that's for sure," he replied, his eyes taking in her sweat soaked skin.

"You can't mean that," she protested.

"You're dripping with sweat, you are clearly very hot," he replied sarcastically.

"Such a smartass," she countered.

"I guess you would like to be released," he continued as his eyes raked her form, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Ya think?"

One by one he unbuckled the cuffs. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her rubbing her wrists and he released her ankles. Despite his exhausted state he could not resist glancing at her naked breasts.

"Do you think I can do it?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied, knowing she was asking about the threesome.

"I'm pretty worn out, I can't imagine what it will be like with another man to please..." she said, her voice drifting off. Charlotte wondered what her obligation was to the third party. Would she be expected to please him, or was she just going to be a toy for both men to play with until their desires were satisfied.

"I don't think it will be like this, at least it wasn't..." Brad stopped himself. They had never discussed his trysts with Sherry.

"Wasn't what? It's okay, you can tell me. I don't know how you expect me to watch you fuck Sherry if you think I can't handle you talking about it."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I don't want the play by play, but it might help if I know what to expect," she answered.

"Okay, well, she wasn't tied up."

"Because she doesn't like it?'

"No, that's not it. It just didn't fit in with what we were doing."

"And what was that?" she asked.

"I think it started with a shower. Chance and I put on a bit of a show for her, and she put on a bit of a show for us."

"And then," she asked. Even though she was worn out the story intrigued her.

"Then she joined us"

"All three of you in the shower?" she asked, trying to picture the scene. Sherry had reported that Chance still looked as good now as he did when he was an intern a years earlier. It wasn't hard to imagine Sherry inserting herself between two wet, naked men.

"For a little while," he replied. Charlotte's interest in the story was encouraging; it reassured him that she would not back out of the threesome.

"So did you take turns?" she asked.

"Take turns doing what?" Brad replied. 

"You know..." Charlotte struggled to say the next word out loud, "Fucking her."

A smirk spread across his face, then he answered, "No."

"Then h... how did it happen," she asked, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

"Sherry got on top of me and started riding my cock."

Even though she had allowed the arrangement between Sherry and Brad to go on for some time she had never imagined her husband and her friend having sex. For the first time she pictured the two of them together, Brad lying naked on the floor with Sherry straddling him. She envisioned Sherry's fingers buried in the hair on Brad's chest as she sank down on to his throbbing erection. Of course Brad's eyes would be glued to Sherry's large breasts. What she wasn't sure of was how Chance fit into the scenario. The most likely situation is that he was standing up with his hands on Sherry's head, pulling her mouth down on to his cock. Charlotte wondered what it would be like to have one man filling her vagina and the other filling her mouth. Her mental image froze when Brad began to speak again.

"And then Chance got behind Sherry. I'm not sure if she leaned over or he pushed her, but she was on top of me," he said, deliberately pausing, wondering if Charlotte would ask what happened next.

Brad's revelation caused Charlotte to gasp. If Sherry didn't give Chance a blowjob, and they didn't take turns fucking her that only left on possibility. Chance had fucked Sherry in the ass.

"So you were both fucking her at the same time?"

"Yea, and it was pretty hot."

"That's not going to happen with me, you can just forget about that."

"I'm sure we will come up with something you like," Brad said.

"Is that all you did to her?" she asked.

"Yea, until the next morning. When I woke up Sherry and Chance were already fucking," Brad said, failing to mention that is was Sherry fucking Chance in the ass with a strap on. "Once I was up," he smirked at his double entendre, "she sucked my cock and I came on her face." He watched her face closely, wondering how she would respond to the last detail.

"Gee, that sounds familiar," Charlotte said, she had no trouble picturing Sherry with cum splattered all over her face like a porn star

.

Brad lay next to his wife and pulled her body tight against his, "Ready to go to sleep?"

"I was going to take a shower..." she said.

"No."

"I feel dirty."

"You are dirty, and I want to sleep with my dirty little slut."

"Pajamas?"

"No."

"Can I at least brush my teeth?" she asked.

Brad thought for a moment, "I will allow that, but I'm coming with you to make sure you don't wander into the shower."

Without another word she walked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, noticing that Brad did the same. As they turned to exit the room, she considered offering to let him shower with her, but decided she was too exhausted. She walked back to the bed and quickly fell asleep.

The room was filled with morning light when Charlotte opened her eyes. Her head was resting on Brad's chest and her arm was draped over his shoulder. Most of her body was sore. Her arms and shoulders hurt from being in the restraints for so long, her nipples were tender from the clamps. She wasn't sure if the ache between her legs was from the size of the toy Brad had penetrated her with or the way he had rammed his cock into her, but she had no desire to have anything inside her. At the same time waking up naked with her husband had her slightly aroused.

"Morning, you sleep okay?" Brad asked, turning his head slightly.

"Everything hurts, but in a good way," she replied. "Please tell me you are at least a little bit sore."

"I'm sore," he said, "but not that sore."

"I'm that sore," she replied. "Fucker," she added with a generous dose of sarcasm.

"How about a back rub then," he offered.

"That might help," she said, rolling on to her belly.

The fact that she stayed on the bed was encouraging. Serious massage required getting off the soft mattress and lying on the floor. It was possible she just forgot, but Brad preferred to think that she wanted more than just a back rub. He leaned over and opened the drawer of the night stand, feeling around for the small bottle of grape seed oil that they used for massages. Once he found it he sat up and straddled her legs. The oil pooled in the palm of his hand and he held it there for a few moments to warm it up. Once he was satisfied with the temperature he tipped his hand and let the oil drizzled on the Charlottes back.

The first place she felt his hands was in the small of her back. First they moved down, cupped her ass.

"I thought this was a back rub," she said.

"Just getting a running start," he replied, rapidly moving his hands forward until his thumbs were pressed against her neck. 

Just as rapidly his hand moved back down, not stopping until his thumbs were nestled between her ass cheeks. The next repetition was slower, and the next one slower still. His fingers spread out and pressed into the muscles of her back. One thing she noticed was the conspicuous absence of his cock. On the rare occasion that he gave her a back rub without getting an erection she would feel the head of his dick resting on her ass. Such was not the case this time.

"Tell me you don't have a boner," she said, trying to sound exasperated.

"I cannot tell a lie..." he replied.

"You're not going to fuck me again," she cautioned.

"I know," he said, pressing his thumb under the edge of her shoulder blade.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Charlotte moaned. The idea that Brad had an erection was flattering; she wondered how many of her friends could get their husbands hard again after such a wild night. She raised her hips slightly and felt his rigid shaft brush against her ass.

"What are you doing?" Brad asked.

"Well, you went to all of the trouble to get hard, it seems a shame to waste the opportunity to make you come again," she replied, pushing her ass upwards until she felt his erection slip between her cheeks.

Brad winced, he had not been kidding about being sore. The exact source of the discomfort was a bit of a mystery. It may have been trying to hold back a powerful orgasm twice, or perhaps just the length of time he had been hard. A third possibility was the orgasms themselves, perhaps coming twice overtaxed whatever muscles were responsible for pumping his cum into his wife's mouth and pussy.

"Don't..." Charlotte said. She was about to say 'don't even think of fucking me in the ass', but she decided to let Brad think whatever he wanted to. It was highly unlikely that he would ever get the chance to shove his throbbing erection into her virgin ass, but if he wanted to fantasize about it she would not stop him. She briefly wondered if he thought about her when Sherry let him fuck her in the ass. Tensing her muscles she gripped his rigid shaft with her ass. Enough of the massage oil had spread down her body that he was still able to slide back and forth. The massage had stopped, and his fingers were following her ribs downward until they touched her breasts.

Tipping his head down Brad watched as the head of his cock briefly emerged from between Charlotte's ass cheeks, then retreat. It wasn't the same as fucking Sherry in the ass. In some ways it was better; he wasn't worried about going too hard or too deep, and when she tensed her muscles he could feel it along the entire length of his cock.

When his hands cupped her breasts Charlotte decided they both needed to come one more time. Her nipples were sandwiched between Brad's oil slicked fingers and he was squeezing them until the pressure caused them to slip away. Then he would relax his grip and start the process over. Raising her hips up again she slid her hand between her legs and lightly stroked her clit. The soreness in her pussy was still there, but her magic button was begging for 

attention. It didn't take long before she was on the verge of climax.

"Hold still," she moaned to her husband. For some reason he stopped with just the shaft of his cock against her ass. She rolled her hips upward until she felt the mushroom like head between her cheeks, and when she did Brad gasped. Charlotte smiled; making him come would be easy. She bowed her back and moved her hips until the tip of his erection was buried deep in her ass cleavage, then squeezed it with as much force as she could. He started to retreat, but she ordered him to stop.

"I said hold still. I'm about to come, let me finish."

"Me too," Brad replied, and now that she had mentioned her orgasm his was much closer.

With a single finger she spread her labia apart and penetrated her sex to the second knuckle. That was enough to push her over the edge. With a loud moan she let Brad know she had found nirvana. Just in case that wasn't enough she added a little more fuel to the fire.

"I want you to come on my ass," she whispered. Brad thrust his hips forward a few times and then she felt a jet of hot cum spray splash on to her backside. He kept sliding his erection back and forth as cum continued to spew out of it. Finally he stopped and lowered his body on to hers, pressing her into the mattress.

"I thought you were sore," she teased.

"I am, but I'm willing to pay the price. You are fucking amazing."

"Thanks, am I allowed to take a shower now, or am I still your dirty little slut?"

"I will allow it," he said, rolling over on to his back.

As she stood and began to walk towards the shower Charlotte could feel his cum running down her legs. Pushing the door shut behind her she turned on the water and stepped into her shower. It had not warmed up yet, but the cold water was something of a relief. Slowly spinning she let the water wash away the decadence, she would step out her old self.

When she opened the door to the bedroom again the scene had changed dramatically. Almost everything from the previous evening was gone. The bed in which she had been tied up, whipped, teased and finally fucked in was neatly made. The smell of leather and sex and been replaced by the scent of breakfast. She dressed quickly and walked to the kitchen. There she found her husband wearing only a pair of nice fitting 501s standing over an omelet pan.

"Eggs to order?" he asked.

Charlotte briefly wondered if the previous night had been a dream, but the first step she took reminded her it had. There was still a dull ache between her legs. 

"You remember the Denver plus"?"

"Of course, sit down and I will bring it to you."

Once at the table she gingerly took her seat. Brad reached over her shoulder and neatly slid the omelet from the pan to her plate, then sat down across from her.

"Any plans for the day?" he asked.

"Not yet, I think I will take it easy."

"I have a few errands to run, and I'll probably stop by the gym. That should give you a few hours to relax," he said as he cleared the dishes.

"That sounds good. When you get back maybe I will give you a massage," she said.

Well that sounds fucking fantastic, Brad thought as sauntered out the front door.

"And Brad," she added.

"Yes?"

"I think I'm ready for, you know..."

"If you can't say it, you can't do it," he chided.

"I'm ready for a threesome," she said, her face turning red.

"I think you are too, I'll make the arrangements," he said, digging his phone out as he walked away. A smile spread across his face and his aching cock began to swell. They would find out soon enough if Charlotte was really ready.