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The Arrangement

By: Tom



I had been thinking about John and Karen for months. It was clear they were attracted. Our marriage was cold and she only came to life around him. I had been talking to John about her. Actually he talked about her a lot, about how funny she was, how good looking she was. It was clear he thought about her a lot. I finally confronted him asking him if he wanted to sleep with her - matter of factly he said yes.

Now what do I do? Confronting her might push her over the edge to a breakup. She was so far gone from me, that I really could not talk to her. We had not been physical in months and the last time we were, she was somewhere else - probably with him. After some thought and watching them flirt, I hit on a compromise - let them become lovers, the only caveat was I had to know when they were together i.e. a open marriage, she could sleep with him whenever, but no behind my back. It was risky, but I thought worth a try to keep her and also to be honest watch her perform. Karen had always been spectacular in bed - until recently when she was clearly tired of me - I figured she'd be out of this world satisfying John.

Friday nite was party at some friend's of John's - I figured this was a chance to try this out. Uncannily, it was if she knew something was going to happen. She prepared herself for a lover, shaving, bathing long, wearing but the skimpiest of satin panties, a nice bra and a cotton sundress with no slip. In the right light one saw only a beautiful form framed by panties. It was if she new she was going to get laid by her new lover.

The party was a bore, but things started while she was dancing with him. I'm sure she thought I was not watching when she and John kissed for 10 or 15 seconds at the end of a dance, locking eyes afterward also. Saying that I was bored, I came over and suggested we go to his place.

Karen had one small glass of wine at the party - just enough to loosen her up without going too far. She had a little more at John's before we danced. Holding her, it was clear she was not the cold woman I had known the past few months. Warm, soft, sensually holding me, it was not long before we were kissing intensely. By the end of the song, we were both a bit juiced up.

John stepped in and it was not long before they were going at it with the passion of new lovers. Open mouth kisses, that drawn lip, open mouth, far away look she gets when she's on her way to lovemaking - Karen had it. By the end of the song her dress was hiked up past her panties, John's hand on her ass, her hips grinding into his obvious erection. She did not seem to care that I was around , if she remembered. She was into John. My chance was here.

As the song ended and they broke free, I stepped behind her, caressing her, kissing her keeping her aroused. John watched as I fondled her breasts softly through her dress. She started to turn around, but I kept her facing John and began unbuttoning her dress until it dropped to the floor and then quickly took off her bra so that she stood naked but for the satin bikini panties framing her gorgeous body. She did not stop me and was already gone - she knew she was going to make love to John. Her eyes had that faraway look. Her nipples hard and erect and a lite touch of her panties showed she was already wet.

I whispered to her asking her if she wanted him and she said yes and I offered her to John telling him, "She wants to make love to you -take her, enjoy her. I want to watch you two fuck."

John came forward and dropped to his knees to take her breasts into his mouth while she and I kissed. After a few moments, he drew her into the bedroom where they collapsed onto the bed in a deep passionate clutch of lust. It would be hours until Karen noticed me again. She was in his world now

After what seemed like hours of fondling, kissing clutching - he loved her breasts as any man would - John rose to undress. I'm not sure what was more amazing - His enormous penis or the look on her face and the gasp of surprise and pleasure she gave when she saw his beautiful cock. He slid back on to the bed and she made sure to press her body close to his to feel his manliness. She began pressing her pelvis upwards in that thrusting motion I knew so well. John knew it too and slowly stopped her.

Next came a sight that was wonderful. Kneeling above her, he reached down to the sides of her hips and she raised her hips slightly and gently grasping the satin panties, he slid them off her. The act of pulling up her legs to let the panties off, left her in a perfect position for John to enter her. Her legs raised and slightly bent at the knees, John gently moved towards her, spread her legs. With the practiced move of lovers, she reached forward, grasped his enormous penis and guided him into her. Not surprisingly, he easily entered her wet, well prepared pussy. In a short time he quickly established a smooth rhythm moving in and out of her. Her legs were drawn up around him, her hands moving over his back and ass pulling him in and out of her. The sight alone was beautiful as my lovely wife coupled with this man, but the sounds coming from the lovers was wonderful itself.

The sighs, the light moans, the building sounds as the rose towards climax. Soon the words started as Karen began to urge John on, encourage, tell him how magnificent he was, how good he felt, how she had wanted him for so long...oh god you're so gooooood....yes, ummmm,, yes...her voice began to go up in pitch as her pleasure grew, her words more u rgent....yes, yes , yes keep fucking me ....god your cock feels so good. By now the slow lovemaking had turned into frenzied passion as their bodies writhed on the bed. Karen clearly could not get enough of John as she wrapped herself around every part of his body. John by now was moaning loudly as he slammed into Karen at a faster pace. Finally with a loud yell , John came into her with Karen crying out his name and how his come felt so good. John had barely finished when Karen rolled him over and began feverishly grinding and riding back and forth on her lover and within 30 seconds had 2 of clearly the most satisfying orgasms of her life. The bed shook with the force of her lovemaking and force of her cry of passion as she satisfied herself on John.

Drained, the lovers lay entwined in their arms, legs, the sheets. Kissing each other slowly then with growing passion, it was not long however, before they resumed their lovemaking. Starting with deep kisses, their tongues exploring each other mouth, their hands began to explore again. John shifted off to the side, slipped one hand under her head, one hand into her soaking yawning pussy and moved his mouth to one of her rapidly growing nipples, he proceeded to stimulate her into a panting passion. Her hips rapidly thrusting up and down as she ground her pelvis against his fingers desperately driving towards another climax. Not satisfied with his hand, she pushed away from him, rolled him over and with quick expert hands guided herself over that monster penis of his and began riding his cock up and down. Her face was a mixture of utter pleasure and focused concentration. She alternated between rapidly moving up and down, to slowly teasing both of them as she rode the whole length of his 10 inches, pausing on the head of his cock. She would lean over him to give her full breasts and hard nipples or deep tongue while slowly rocking her hips up and down. Looking at her from behind while she rocked her hips to grab all of his cock was a beautiful sight - her wonderful pussy riding up and down his penis, wet from her moist pussy.

In a matter of minutes John let loose again in side of her and wonderfully she came almost at the same time. It was inevitable - she was controlling both of them and brought them both to the edge at the same time. She was in control, in ecstasy, she had her lover and was in her own world, a world with only her and John.

Collapsed again on each other, it still did not take long for them to work into another round of lovemaking. Before he entered he again, John broke it off and went for a drink of water. Coming back into the room, Karen, clearly needing more of him, rose to greet him and began manually stimulating John. Wet from her pussy and his cum, she easily masturbated him to his full 10 inches. Then in the most exciting move of the night dropped to her knees and took as much of him as she could into her mouth and gave him the blow job of his life. Working her lips around the end of his penis, she moved up and down on his cock which sucking at the same time. The action of sucking and sliding had its effect as John was groaning with pleasure and urging her on begging her to keep sucking him. She would stop at times and tease him, letting out a long tongue and licking him until his begging drove her back to swallow most of his penis and continue with her lovemaking.

When John was not moaning, the only other sound was her sucking on his huge cock. Over the next few minutes she teased him a few more times stopping to lick his cock and near the end, stopping to lick some cum off his head. After doing that she swallowed him again and furiously began moving him in and out of her mouth until John roared with pleasure. Rather than stopping, Karen kept him in her mouth and as clearly seen by her throat moving, swallowed Johns cum 4 or 5 times and then finished at the end cleaning off the rest of the cum off the end of his cock and her lips.

By now, I was out of my mind and had stripped and was masturbating. Karen looked at me, smiled, reached for my cock and serviced me as expertly as she had John. She was in another universe as this was a blow job unlike any she had given me before. Given I had been watching her perform for an hour, I quickly came into her mouth and she swallowed all of mine also. Knowing she needed servicing, I brought her to the bed, lay under her and helped her relieve the growing tension in her pussy as she quickly came twice on me. She knew it was me, but at the same time was not really there. I was a man for her pleasure and that's it.

By now John had recovered, had pulled her to he hands and knees and was pumping her from behind. I slid out from under her so I could get a better look from the side as he slid in and out of her. The look on her face as of pure pleasure and this position by far was the best for her. After getting my fill of this stud pumping my wife's ass I moved around to her face and she took me into her mouth yet again. For the next few hours John and I had our way with her. Actually we all had our way - It was raw sex and lust. Alternating between her mouth and her pussy., threesomes, twosomes, watching, oral sex, we did it all. John would pump her from behind and she would blow me, then we would switch. Or he would pump her on her back, her legs around his head and she tilted her head to the side to take me in. She mounted him on a chair as she rode up and down pleasuring herself on him. He would stand up and pump her from the side of the bed -either on her back or on her knees or she would stand up and bend over and receive him from behind. . While on her back I would mount her face and she would blow me while I watched John head on pump her. Or we would switch. Mutual oral sex with her was great. It started when I began to eat her - I had done it once earlier as she ground her pussy into me until she came. This time I was down on her licking and sucking away when she moved around me and blew me. Working together we brought each other to a wonderful climax. Needless to say, she and John followed right up after us. One of my favorite sights was when she would be on her back with her legs pulled up and her calves touching her thighs - John would be on his knees and he would slowly rock back and forth sliding that wondrous cock of his in and out - slowly letting all of it in and out - it was truly amazing watching it disappear into her and of course the look on her face said it all. It seemed like someone was coming all the time and after a while all three of use were covered with sweat, cum and her pussy juice.

Finally having had my fill of her, I backed off to let the 2 new lovers end the night together. 3 more times, each more slowly and tenderly, they made love. In between they would nuzzle and then slowly begin again. It was the very slow kind, the kind you see in movies, but much better as Karen by now was the consummate lover to John. They had long forgotten about me, completely absorbed into each other's pleasure. At times, I simply stood outside listening to their pleasure, her moans, her words of passion for him.

After hours of what seemed like one endless orgasm, I finally took her home and needless to say, there were a few more nights - always (I think) with me around.

The Arrangement



We had discussed swinging many times, but never went through with it. One night, my wife and I were having really hot sex and we began talking seriously about swinging. Jody is 39, 5'4" tall with a perfect body including a pair of luscious 38" breasts. She's a hot woman with long, luxurious bright red hair. There is a nice little tuft of red hair just above her pussy lips that looks like fire. I'm 40, 6' 170, with a nice 7 ½" cock that my wife calls "Stupid." She says, "Come here stupid, I'll show you where to go" and he goes wherever she guides him.

Just as I found her "G" spot with my hard dick, and she was working up an enormous orgasm, I whispered in her ear, "Let's do it honey, let's have an orgy. We'll get you a guy with a gigantic cock to fill up that sweet pussy." 

"Oh, yes! I want two cocks in me. I want big cocks. I want to suck more cock and taste more cum," she screamed as she reached a crescendo. "Oh, fuck me Jack, fuck me," she moaned, just as I shot my load into her sweet, wet cunt. 

As we began to calm down, Jody said, "Jack that was the biggest and best orgasm I've ever had. Oh, I'm still quivering."

I told her it was because of the thoughts in our head about having sex with others. 

"Well," she said, "If just talking about it and thinking about it can give me a cum like that, what will happen if we really do it? Will the top of my head blow off?"

"Well," I said, "We will soon find out, won't we."

"You took advantage of me," she said as she gave me an elbow in the ribs. "You know I would agree to anything when I'm cumming."

"Yeah, but you really want to just as much as I do, don't you," I asked?

"OK," she sighed, "how are we going to find someone?"

"Leave that to me dear," I assured her.

The next day, I made up an ad for the swinger magazines and was about to mail it when Jody came home. I showed her the ad and she agreed with it, but said, "That's great honey, but hold off for a few days, I think I may have a couple I know from work."

On Friday of that week, Jody got a call from her girlfriend from work. She and her husband, Jim, were eager to join us, but there was a problem. 

Jody explained that Trixie was in the National Guard and was called for duty overseas and she had to leave today. She had no idea how long she would have to serve. She and her husband were very disappointed. Then she said something that nearly floored me.

"Trixie said she wouldn't mind if we shared our bodies with her husband, since we had made the arrangements anyway and she would rather him get it on with us than someone she didn't know."

"You mean a threesome," I asked? I have a bi side and Jody knows it. She kind of likes the idea that I can go both ways. The proposal was really beginning to interest me.

"That would be unfair to you though, wouldn't it," she asked? "I would be getting most of the action."

I looked at her. She was getting hot talking about it. "I'd love to see you get fucked and pleasured by another man," I said. "You never know, I might get lucky with this Mike too."

"I don't think so," she said. "Trixie made it clear that Mike doesn't go that way.

"What the hell," I said, "I can always jack off watching the two of you. Let's do it."

We joined Mike in seeing Trixie off. She waved from the bus, "Have fun you lucky bastards, I'm going to keep the world free, but you better be ready for me when I get back."

Mike came back to the house with us. Jody sat between us on the ride home. She held a hand on each of our thighs and squeezed our legs. She was in her glory. Mike had his arm on the back of the seat, kind of hesitating. I knew he didn't know where he stood at that time.

"Go ahead Mike," I said, "you two are going to get into it soon, might as well start now." Mike put his arm around Jody and she cuddled up to him as she began rubbing my cock through my jeans.

When we got home I told them to go ahead into the bedroom. I had some calls to make and would come in to watch later. They walked into the bedroom, Mike's hand on Jody's nice ass and her arm around his shoulder. I spent about a half hour on the phone and then went into the bedroom.

They were still into foreplay. I think Jody was waiting for me. Mike was sucking on one of Jody's luscious tits, taking the hard nipple in his mouth and savoring it. He was on his stomach and Jody was feeling his ass. I sat on a chair and removed my tie and loosened my pants. I made myself comfortable, except my cock was beginning to swell and wanted out. I unzipped and let stupid hang out. 

I watched as Mike moved his lips from her breasts and kissed her on the mouth. They kissed open mouth with eagerness. I could hear the slurping noises their lips and tongues were making. After a while Jody said, "Will you eat me Mike? I love being eaten." Without a word he sank to his knees beside the bed and pulled Jody's legs over the edge. Gently he spread her legs wide and moved his big hands up her inner thighs until he reached her pretty red haired pussy. He spread her pussy lips open and I could see how hot she was. Her juices were oozing out and dripping down toward her asshole. He started from her ass crack and licked her juices up and into his mouth. Jody was squirming and moaning with pleasure.

After about five minutes of this Jody let out a screech that she was cumming. I saw him widen his tongue and put pressure on her cunt and worked his hardened tongue upwards toward her clit. Just as he wrapped his tongue around her little bud, Jody let loose with a tremendous orgasm. "Oh, wow, oh, wow," she kept saying, "it's so good."

Mike moved up on top of her and resumed kissing her while she calmed down. After she stopped trembling, Jody said, "I have to return the favor."

She moved down and took a kneeling position and brought her face up to Mike's cock. This was the first time I got a look at Mike's meat, since he had been facing away from me. I was amazed. That was the biggest prick I have ever seen in my life. He was hard as a rock and at least 10 or 11 inches long. Jody could only get half her hand around it. 

I said, "Jody, are you going to be able to take that monster?"

Jody said, "I'm sure as hell going to try."

"Good girl," I said. I moved my chair closer so I could get a good look. 

Jody didn't start sucking right away. She had him spread his legs wide and got her tongue down to his puckered asshole. She's very good at reaming. While stroking his monster cock, Jody stuck her little tongue into his asshole. Mike let out a low groan. She began to lick her way upward to his big ball sack. Taking one ball in her mouth, she licked and sucked on it till it was soaked with her saliva. She did the same with his other ball. Then, she opened her pretty mouth and began to suck gently as she moved her mouth up the underside of his throbbing cock. She repeated this heavenly torture several times, sucking all the while. When she got to the very sensitive area just under the head of Mike's cock, Jody took her time and sucked and licked the area. Her eyes were shut and she was kind of swaying while caressing his cock with both hands, Jody was making love to Mike's cock. I don't know how he was holding back. He was moaning loudly, mumbling something like, "Mmmm, that's so good, the best ever." Then, Jody decided it was time. Moving herself upright, still on her knees, Jody began to lick Mike's big cockhead. She put her tiny little tongue into his piss hole and sucked out all the pre-cum that was in there. Her lips opened wide as she engulfed the helmet into her mouth. Not going any further, she sucked it and licked it with her tongue. I could see her cheeks concaving with her sucking motions. 

"Oh, I can't hold it any more," Mike groaned, "I'm gonna cum soon."

Jody turned her head and caught my eye. She winked and turned back around. Then, knowing that I was watching closely, Jody went down further and further, without stopping until she had Mike's cock all the way in her mouth up to her throat. There was about three inches left. She tried to take him into her throat, but gagged and backed off a bit.

"Jody," I said, "take a deep breath and as you go back down, relax your throat muscles. You can do this."

Once again she winked at me. I watched her take a big mouthful of air, then down she went. Mike's big cock sank deeper and deeper into Jody's mouth. I saw her throat muscles spread as she kept going down. Then there was kind of a very brief stall as the head of Mike's cock forced its way into Jody's throat. Then she was there. Her nose was buried in Mike's pubic hair. "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh," Mike was yelling. Jody gave a little half spin to her head and began to back off rapidly. As she was pulling off, I saw her eyes widen in disbelief as Mike's sperm began flooding her mouth and shooting down her throat. Jody backed only halfway off and began breathing heavily through her nose. She looked at me and, with his cock still in her mouth and still filling up with Mike's cum, she started to say, "Wow", but as she did, Mike's cum began running out the sides of her mouth and dripping down her chin. 

After licking Mike's cock clean (it was only about eight inches now) and lying down on the bed, she said, "I didn't think I could do it." Mike and I both complemented her.

"I couldn't have done it if you hadn't coached me honey," she said to me. She turned to mike, "I came twice as I was sucking you." Mike, still breathing heavy told her she was the best, the very best. 

I said, "I know."

I don't know how I managed to save my load, but I did. My cock began to slack of to a semi-hard. Jody was playing with Mike's cock, gently sucking and stroking it, hoping to bring it back to life. I went and made us a drink. When I returned, Jody had Mike's big cock standing up again. We relaxed and enjoyed our cocktails as Jody continued to stoke him. She couldn't keep her hands off it.

After they rested a while, Jody said, not to anyone in particular, "If I could take that monster in my throat, I guess I can take it all in my pussy."

Mike began to turn and mount her. She stopped him. "Oh, no," she said, "you're not shoving that thing in me that way. I have to have control." With that she pushed Mike down on his back and she mounted him. Jody gave the head of Mike's cock a few licks to work up some saliva, and then began rubbing the head of it up and down into her pussy lips. "Mmmm, this is going to be good," she said, smiling.

Mike took hold of his cock shaft and started to help her. Jody smacked his hand, "I'll handle this," she said.

I moved my chair close to the bed and got my face right near the action. I was fascinated watching Mike's huge cock as it disappeared into my wife's pussy. Jody eased herself down on it slowly, stopping occasionally to readjust her cunt muscles. After a few minutes I saw her beautiful red cunt hair become mingled with Mike's jet black pubic hairs. I looked even closer and watched Jody's juices oozing out of her pussy and wetting the base of Mike's cock. 

Once she had all of him inside of her, Jody lay on his chest, crushing her breasts against him. She began slowly raising her ass until Mike's cock was almost all the way out, and then she let herself down onto it as it slid all the way in again. When their pubic hairs met once again, Jody let out a scream, "Oh, heaven, Oh, Ohhhhh," as she convulsed with her orgasm. She rested against Mike's chest and said, "I've got another one in me, I'm going to cum again."

She laid her head on his chest and looked at me. We kept eye contact as she came again. I almost came with her. I had taken my clothes off and my cock was throbbing. I was afraid to touch it for fear I would shoot all over them. Jody saw my condition and whispered to Mike, "Would it be alright if my husband fucks me up the ass, I love to be fucked in the ass?' 

Mike was beyond reasoning at that point. He said something like, "don't care."

Without hesitation I approached the bed. With my hands I spread my wife's lovely ass cheeks and rimmed her with my tongue. 

"Hurry honey," she said, "I want to cum with you in my ass."

My 7 ½ inches was rigid. I pressed against her and inserted the head of it into her tiny, puckered asshole. Then, I waited for her to relax her ass muscles. As I felt her asshole loosen, I began easing my cock into her. When I had it all the way and my balls were caressing her ass cheeks, I stopped and enjoyed the feeling. I felt Mike's large cock against mine, separated by a thin layer of tissue.

"I can feel your husband's cock," Mike said.

"Wait, stay still," Jody told him. "Honey," she said to me, "ease your cock in and out."

I knew what she was doing. I did as she asked.

"Hey," Mike said, "I can feel his cock going in and out of you."

"How does it feel," Jody asked?

"Not bad, kind of nice," Mike said.

Then Jody said, "Honey, stop for a minute." I did.

"Mike," Jody said, "slide your cock in and out of me." He did.

"I can feel myself stroking him," Mike said.

"How does it feel," Jody asked?

"Oh, hell," Mike said, "Am I becoming bisexual? I love it!"

"OK," Jody said, "I know we're all ready to cum. Let's just all let it go at the same time. Ready? Move!"

We all began working ourselves back and forth. Mike and I got together and we both thrust into Jody at the same time. As he pulled out, I pulled out. As he pushed in, I pushed in. Jody was being rammed from front and back. 

"I'm close, I'm very close," Jody said.

"So am I," Mike said.

"Me too," I said.

Jody was first. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, Oh, wow," she screamed.

Mike shot next. "Mercy, here it comes, oh, oh, oh, ahhh."

Then it was my turn. I had been holding it so long. I shot a hell of a load. I could feel my cock shooting and shooting, like it was never going to stop. I must have pumped a hell of a load into Jody. 

"Don't stop," Jody screamed, "I'm cumming again, ahh, ahh, this is amazing,"

We stayed together as all three of us eased off our tremendous orgasms. We still stayed together. Jody kissed Mike, I licked Jody's ear and caressed her breasts. She turned her head around and kissed me. She whispered, "thank you, to me."

It was time to pull out. We did it reluctantly, our juices running out of Jody's ass. Then, we all lay there on the bed, gazing at the ceiling. 

It was Mike who spoke first. "Trixie will never believe this. I don't even know if I can explain it properly."

Jody said, "Jack had wanted me to do this for a long time and I was very hesitant. I remember that it got me so hot talking about it. I was not disappointed. It was amazing."

Mike said, "Jack, I know you are bi, but you never forced yourself on me. You allowed me the pleasure of your wife and I really appreciate it. When I felt your cock inside Jody, it was weird. I wasn't turned off by it. In fact, after a while it turned me on more, if that's possible. You know, Trixie won't be back for a long time. I think I owe it to you, Jack, to at least try it with you. It will be a really new experience, but I think I will like it.

Trixie was gone for six months. Mike, of course, told her in his letters what we did. When she came off the plane, and after she embraced Mike and kissed Jody, she wrapped her self around me. "I can't wait to get together with you two," she said. "I have a lot of catching up to do."

And that will be another story...



The Arrangement



Act I: Hey You

The day started as normal as any other Brian was up at 6 am to help get the kids ready for school. He was dressing his 3-year-old son while his wife was busy trying to find something suitable for their teenage daughter to wear that would not get her kicked out of school.

At 7:30 a.m. the kids were dressed, fed and out the door. Brian's wife dropped their son off at daycare on her way to work and Brian was trying in vain to school his daughter on the merits of old school hip hop as her drove her to school since he had the day off. 

Brian took the day off as a "Mental Health Day" at least that's what he told the wife, but he had other plans that day that would have shocked everyone in his world if they ever found out and Brian had no intentions of giving them a clue into what his day held for him. 

About 10 miles away a similar ritual was taking place at the home of Sara a sexy mother of twin boys who was getting them dress and ready for school. Summer was starting so school would be ending soon so these last few weeks of classes was more about baby sitting the kids than teaching them anything. Once they were ready, they piled into her car and she raced them off to school, because she had a "morning meeting", she did not want to miss. 

Once his daughter was at school Brian shifted from dad-mode to guy-mode. It felt good to relax for a moment, and not have to think about kids or family stuff. For the rest of the day he was just a regular guy about to do something wonderful, but it could not be shared with anyone. Brian is going have sex with another woman. 

By now, Sara had dropped her boys off and was just walking in the door to her modest townhouse. She also switched from loving mother to wanton sex goddess. She went to her bedroom, stripped naked, and took another shower to prepare her body for the day's activities. Sara is going to make love to by a married man. 

Brian who has never done anything like this before was nervously excited as he drove toward his final destination, his mind drifted back to how this all started. Brian and Sara are Co-workers at a large insurance company, Sara is a new hire that was stationed in Brian's section. 

The two became fast friends talking about there kids and eating lunch together almost everyday. There friendship became so close that it gave the appearance that they were having an affair, and the two weirdly enjoyed the attention often doing things in public that would fuel the fires of the rumor mill, but in the end, it was all innocent. 

The turning point came when the two had a seemingly innocent hug after Brian did Sara a huge favor, which really saved her a lot of work, and she hugged him in gratitude. Something stirred in her when he wrapped his arms around her when he hugged her back. The embrace lasted long enough for Sara to "Feel" something "stirring" in Brian's pants and she began to wonder "What if...?"

Later that week Sara confessed to Brian that she is sexually attracted to him and to her surprise, Brian was equally attracted to her and was eager to move forward with this stage of their relationship. This lead to a lot of late night phone calls and stolen kisses in the stairwell after work, finally, the two agreed to meet one day and just do it. This is that day. 

Brian has been thinking about this day for weeks and wanted everything to be perfect, that included not being caught. To this end, Brian took a several precautions, like telling the wife he would be out enjoying the warm weather so that she would not be surprised if he were not home when she returned home and so she would not come home for some afternoon sex to find an empty house. 

Brian's alibi also consisted of him saying that he may hit the gym at some point in the day; this would explain why he would come home freshly showered. His last precaution was to park his car at a local mall, which is where the world at large would think he spent the day. From here Brian walks to Sara's home mentally preparing him self for what was to come. 

Sara spends a long time in the shower knowing she has about 45 min until Brian get's there, during this time she thoroughly scrubs herself so that her skin is silky smooth for him, after the shower, she rubs scented oil all over body paying special attention to her ample breast, curvy hips and moistening pussy. 

The hourly chime on her watch broke the spell she was having on herself with her sensual touch, she sees that Brian will be here any minute, he's always on time. She quickly slides on a super sexy g-string, lays a thick blanket on the living room floor so they do not get rug burn since they planning on have sex for quite a while. Prolonged sex in her bedroom would just end up in the living room anyway so Sara figured why not just start there. 

Brian arrives at the address Sara gave him and steels himself before knocking on the door. The door opens to a darken living room and he steps in, his eyes have not adjusted to the dim room so he does not see the shadow behind the door. The door closes and Brian hears a familiar "Hey, you." Brian thinks, "How can someone make two words sound so sexy is beyond me?"

He turns and sees Sara standing in front of the door in nothing but a lace blue G-string that looked like it was made for her. The two stare at each other for a second that lasts a lifetime and with the sound of the bag Brian was holding hits the carpet with a soft THUD, the two launch toward each for a kiss so passionate that it would seem that they were trying to devourer each other. 

Brian holds Sara's face in one hand as he probes her mouth with his tongue and in that instant he knew that, he would not regret this decision. Sara also feels her previous apprehension fall away as she surrenders to the softness of his lips and the strength of his other hand at the small of her back pulling her into him. 

The kiss breaks as the two come up for air and Sara gives Brian a look as if to say, "Are you ready for this?" Without waiting for an answer she proceeds to undress him, removing his overshirt and tank top and then unbuckling his khaki shorts so that the fall to the floor around his ankles with out so much as a pull on her part. 

What she finds is that Brian was not wearing any underwear and was sporting a massive erection, her mouth salivated at the sight of it and she knelt in front of it. She grasped it with both hands caressing it before ultimately sliding it past her lips into her mouth. As the tip of his dick entered, her mouth Brian almost lost his balance it felt so good, he placed his hands on either side of her face as she slid his dick further and further down her throat until she had all of him in her. 

As she deep throated his dick, Sara would look at Brian and with her eyes, would beg for his cum to shot down her throat and within a minute or two her expert dick sucking skills produced a substantial amount of cum which she eagerly swallowed and then begged for more. As Brian regained his composer, all he could say was "Damn! Girl that felt SO good. "With a cocky smile Sara rose and answered" I aim to please".

While Brian was fully removing his shorts and shoes, Sara eased out of her G-string and tossed at Brian who caught it in mid air and brought it to his nose inhaling the sweet aroma. By now, Sara had positioned herself on the blanket with her legs spread as she fingered her pussy spreading around her glistening pussy juice. Believing that one good lick deserves another Brian slowly dropped to his knees and crawled across the floor with hungry eyes trained on that hot wet pussy. 

The first touch of his tongue was electric and sent shivers up her spine, his second lick was a long slow trail from the bottom of her pussy, up across her pussy lips, ending slowly at her clit. Sara resisted the urge to grab his head and push it into her crouch, because she knew that he had the situation well under control and he would need very little guidance from her. 

Brian licked, sucked, and gently pulled and pussy like it was a job and he wanted to be employee of the year, and at the rate, he was going he was going to get it in spades. As Sara's orgasm grew, her body began to work in time with Brian's motions so that there was no gap between his mouth and her pussy. Then Brian did something that totally sent her over the edge, he used is free hands and began to softly rub her nipples, the combined sensation of having her pussy licked and her nipples rubbed was more than she could take. 

Sara's body began to tense like a coiled snake about to strike and then it came, the deep guttural moan that accompanied an equally deep orgasm. Brian flow of juices washed into Brian's mouth, as he held onto her body tight with her legs over his shoulders. 

Maintaining the connection with his mouth as he continued to lick and suck her pussy which caused multiple orgasms that crashed into each other causing Sara to moan so loudly that if her neighbors were home they would have definitely called to cops. 

While Sara was coming down off of her first orgasm of the day Brian stayed between her legs gently stroking her lightly haired pussy, not really trying to stimulate her, but just to provide comfort and to maintain skin to skin contact. When Sara's breathing started to return to normal Brian reached with one hand into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a string of condoms, ripped one from the bunch carefully with his teeth, opened it and slowly rolled it down his dick, which is now hard as a rock. 

Sara watched as Brian sheathed his erect penis in the condom wishing that he did not have too, she wanted to feel all of him raw inside her, but with the situation being what it was she knew that this was the safest alternative. 

Her other wish was that she wanted to just be fucked by him for now, those multiple orgasms take a lot out of her and she really didn't have the energy know to bounce on top of his dick. She got her wish. Once Brian's cock was ready for action he re-positioned himself back between her legs, but he was done eating her. 

He lightly kissed his way up her body starting at her pubic mound stopping for a moment to tongue her belly button, and then back up to her two soft supple breasts, which up until now were being totally ignored. What a shame. 

Brian took this time to honor her ample breasts by lingering there sucking on the nipple of each and he could tell by the look of pleasure on Sara's face that she really enjoyed having her tits sucked and played with. As Brian was eagerly working on Sara's tits, he had positioned himself so that the tip of his cock was at the entrance to Sara's pussy, but he did not enter just yet, he just let the length of his shaft glide back and forth over her pussy lips occasionally touching her clit.

He did this to tease the pussy and to prolong the anticipation of what was to come. Sara could feel his cock at the opening of her wet pussy, parting the lips slightly but not fully entering her, the sensation felt so good it was maddening to the point where Sara couldn't take it and moaned in Brian's ear "Stop playing with me and stick it in!" 

At her command, Brian plunged his engorged penis deep inside her in one fell stroke, the sudden rush in pleasure caused them both to gasp deeply and then all movement stop as they each became accustomed to each other's bodies. 

Brian closed his eyes so that he could further enjoy her, for fear of cumming too soon Brian concentrated on his breathing and just focused on one thing, the feeling of his dick inside Sara's pussy. Sara had teased before that her pussy was still tight after having two kids seeing as they were born through C-Section and other than the scar, it left her body was perfect. 

She was not bragging about the tightness of her pussy, it felt like Brian's dick was being grasped by a warm, wet, velvet fist, and as her body adjusted to him her pussy would squeeze a little bit causing even more pleasure for Brian to somehow not submit to. 

At the same time, Sara was going through some internal adjustments of her own. Sara was not expecting to feel all of him in one fell stoke, the sensation left her taken aback and sent her body into another round of mini-orgasms. It took her a few seconds to adjust to being empty one second and completely filled the next, once she caught her breathe she could enjoy the feel of him. 

His dick was not the biggest she had had, but it had just the right shape, almost as if it was made for her. Just big enough for her to really feel it, but not so big that it caused pain. 

When she opened her eyes, Brian's piercing gaze staring back down at her with a look that meant he was ready for business greeted her. "You ready?" He said with a voice that sounded more throaty and guttural almost like a snarl. She matched his cockiness by responding "Willing and able!" With that Brian slowing began pumping into her, pulling his dick almost out of her and then all the way back in. 

As Brian settled into a nice steady rhythm, Sara just gave into him, her body offered no resistance she just wrapped her arms around him and pulled his sweaty body into hers and held on tightly as he gave her the long stroke for what felt like eternity. Her orgasms returned, but these were not the baby ones from before, these were full on adult orgasms and they were not alone.

Sara's orgasms came in waves with each thrusting of Brian's dick. One after another, they came and came and came until she was riding one gigantic orgasmic wave. The world fell away in her mind, nothing else mattered except for this man's dick and her pussy, she did not care that he was married, at this moment he was hers and she was his. 

Brian rose back up onto his arms covered in sweat not breaking his rhythm for a moment, he looked down and saw that Sara was cumming again and it was a big one. "Harder, fuck me harder!" she moaned her body glistening with sweat, her full breasts undulating with every stroke of his dick. 

Following orders Brian begins to pound her pussy mercilessly, soon he feels his own orgasm begin to rise, Brian tries every mental trick he knows to stave it off but there was no stopping it. Brian was pleased he had lasted this long, he gave credit to the fact that Sara masterfully sucked him off earlier and the condom was dulling some of the sensations, but this pussy was TOO good and he was going to blow and soon.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" Brian panted between breaths as his pace slowly in an attempt to get a few more strokes in. Not realizing that Brian is wearing a condom she whispered "Go for it baby, fill me up with your cum." 

Sara was on birth control and Brian was married so pregnancy and STD's were not an issue for her, but Brian thought "Better safe that sorry" and brought several condoms, one of which was being filled to the brim as he exploded inside of her. His face contorted in sexual ecstasy as he let out a sound, which could only be described as a roar. 

Physically depleted of all his energy Brian slowly withdraws his dick from Sara's still quivering pussy and comes to a resting place next to her on the blanket. Sara, who is now very aware that her pussy is no longer filled, puts her legs down and finally begins to catch her breath. 

The two lovers turn on there sides to face each other and even though they just finish having sex and are covered in each others sweat they still crave each other enough to lean in for a tender post coital kiss.

END ACT I 

Author's note: If you made it this far I thank you and if you have any suggestions for Acts II & III feel free to post them, I look forward to all comments good and bad.



The Arrangement



"So, Jen, just how long has it been since you've been seeing someone? Nicole is concerned about you. She's started 'interviewing' all of my friends for the position of Jen's New Boyfriend. Watch yourself or you're going to get yourself setup on a blind date with one of the Neanderthals I drink beer with."

"So I've been in a bit of a dry spell lately. Tell your wife that it doesn't exactly make me a spinster cat lady!"

Her laughter seemed to overflow from the cozy booth in the hotel bar. It had an infectious quality about it -- just hearing it brought a smile to my face. I refilled our wine glasses during the brief pause in the conversation.

"Although... If I don't find someone soon I may end up with a bit of carpal tunnel syndrome!" 

Why is it that every conversation between a man and a woman inevitably finds its way around to sex? Talking about sex with a beautiful woman in an intimate booth in a crowded bar is a dangerous thing when that woman is your wife's best friend.

"Is that so?" 

"Hey! A girl can have needs, too! Don't go all prudish on me here. I don't usually talk about stuff like this with guys. Hell, I don't usually talk about stuff like this with girls either!"

"Oh, I'm not going to turn prude on you. I thought the raised eyebrow would convey less 'shocked' and more 'curious.' Go on..."

She held her hand up delicately covering the hint of cleavage peeking out of her white blouse, pretending to be far more demure than I knew she was. "Go on?"

"Oh yes... I have a policy never to discourage a woman that wants to tell me about her sex life. I usually have an exception for coworkers, but since you're also a close family friend I'll waive it."

The wine had been flowing freely all evening, first at the work reception and now together in the bar. When Jen and I were both asked to cover the sales event I thought it would be a fun week for the three of us, but my wife Nicole wasn't able to get the time off from work. Instead, it had been a bit of a bonding experience -- Jen and I had put in two long days together and had probably spent more time together in the last few days than in the whole 5 years since she and Nicole became friends.

She took a long pull from her wine glass for courage and leaned across the table looking furtively around the bar to make sure no one was listening. Her blouse fell open a bit more and I could see the generous swell of her breasts. Despite the flirtatious atmosphere I looked away. This was supposed to be just fun -- nothing more.

"Well... Gary and I broke up almost 6 months ago now and before that we were trying to do the long distance thing for almost a year. We had the occasional conjugal visits every other month or so, but it just wasn't enough. My poor fingers are almost worn to the bone. Everywhere I go - the gym, the grocery store, work, I've started studying each man I see and considering whether I'd sleep with him. I may not need a man in my life, but I need somebody and soon! I just don't get the same charge when I'm by myself."

I couldn't help myself now. Hearing her talk about her supercharged libido was really getting me going and the alcohol was going to my head, too. I was studying her more than I'd ever allowed myself -- her hair flowing onto her shoulders, the light from the table candle flickering in her eyes, and her lips -- god they must be so soft.

"Truth be told, when I first heard about the sales event I didn't know we'd be here together. I had kinda psyched myself up to find someone here and take the edge off. I'm glad you're here, though. I think I would have regretted having a one-night-stand with some complete stranger."

I made the raised eyebrow face again, "As opposed to what? A one-night-stand with a close family friend?"

Luckily, she laughed it off as a joke. "Don't think the idea hasn't crossed my mind! Nicole better watch her back."

She sipped her wine. I drained mine and refilled both of our glasses. My hand was shaking and to steady it I took another long drink of my wine. My mind was racing; I think I was starting to sweat. We'd crossed a line somewhere here but it was so far gone now that I couldn't even pinpoint the moment we gleefully jumped over it. Silence hung in the booth despite the noisy clatter of other patrons in the bar. This was a romantic moment. Everything about it was perfect -- the light, the conversation, the music, the beautiful woman sitting across from me. 

Oh, well.. technically that part of it wasn't right. I was after all, happily married to her best friend.

"Jen? Do you like oral sex?"

I'd said it without really meaning to, at least that is what I was telling myself as she stared at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. 

No response. Just silence -- the mood was gone, the moment had changed. We never broke eye contact, just stared into each other's eyes. I was trying to read her and I didn't know what she was trying to say to me.

When I thought I couldn't stand her gaze any more she slowly leaned back into her seat and with lightning speed her hand flew across the table. She slapped me with such force that tears formed in my eyes. The crack of her palm lighting up my cheek was audible to everyone around us. The whole bar seemed to pause for a moment to see what was going to happen. When nothing did, they slowly went back to their own conversations. Some looked concerned, others disappointed.

A minute that felt like an hour passed between us in total silence. And then the tears started... I could see them flowing down her cheeks but her gaze was still just an icy stare.

"What? You think that I loosen up and share a few stories with you and suddenly I'm going to drop and give you a blowjob?" Almost under her breath, she hissed, "You pig..."

"That isn't what I meant at all. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm truly sorry."

"Then what the hell did you mean? Explain that to me!" She was almost yelling at me, but using her 'inside voice.'

"No... I think that we should both just call it a night. We've both had long days, lots to drink, and I took things too far."

"No. I want an explanation. What the hell was that supposed to mean?"

I took a deep breath. I'd created this mess by not knowing when to keep my mouth shut.

"What I was really asking was 'do you like guys to go down on you?'" The tears were still slowly flowing down her cheeks but her expression had gone from icy to completely shocked. I reached across with a clean napkin and gently blotted the tears on each side. She moved her hand up quickly, I think at first to stop me but she ended up just loosely holding my hand. The contact sent lightning down my spine. I pressed the napkin into her hand and pulled back slowly.

"Nicole and I have an awesome marriage and a great sex life. We always seem to have fun and even after 8 years it still seems fresh. But there is one thing that Nicole absolutely hates -- she refuses to let me go down on her. She doesn't think it is 'clean' -- she read somewhere that it increases your risk for something or other and doesn't want me anywhere near there with my tongue.

Here's the problem, though... I love licking pussy. It is one of my favorite things. I love the taste of it. I love the smell of a wet pussy. I love the feel of those soft folds on my tongue. I love the sounds a woman makes when you're doing it just right. I love to lick and lick and lick until my face is slick and shiny with her cum.

Nicole just isn't interested or turned on by that. It is the one thing that I'm missing in our marriage. I guess I was thinking that we could help each other out. It was a stupid thought -- I'm really sorry that I've spoiled the evening."

She had stopped crying and, instead, was staring at me like I had a third arm growing out of my head. Her eyes were a little red and her makeup had started to streak down her cheek but I thought I detected a hint of amusement in there somewhere. A few minutes passed as she seemed to be considering all that I had said.

"I need to freshen up. I'm sure I look like hell after crying like that." She stood to leave for the ladies room but turned before going. "Don't go. I'm not ditching you. I'll be right back, ok?"

I nodded and watched her go. Her blouse was just sheer enough that as she walked under the light I could see her lacy white bra. Her hips filled out the grey skirt from her business suit. The curves of her ass were seductively swaying to and fro as she walked, drawing the subtle gaze of several men along her path. The click clack of her shiny black heels on the wood floor drawing their attention like bells for Pavlov's dogs. The weather was warm and she wore no hose -- she didn't need to really. I'd seen her in jogging shorts many times when she went out running with Nicole. Her legs were practically flawless except for a tiny faded scar on the inside of one knee. From the first time I'd seen it I wanted to know the story of how it ended up there -- it was just so cute. With less alcohol coursing through my veins I hadn't let my curiosity get the better of me and I never acknowledged it.

Thinking it best to wind down the intensity of the conversation a bit I flagged down our waitress and asked for our check and a couple glasses of water. I was just handing the leather folder back to the waitress when Jen arrived back at the table. I hadn't really registered it, but she had been gone a long time. She seemed to have composed herself and looked happy again.

"Giving up on me and heading back upstairs?" She tried to feign offense as if I were deserting her.

"No, no... Nothing like that. I figured that we both might be better off without another round and a couple of these instead." I motioned to the two water glasses on the table. The playful tone was a welcome return from the brink we'd been on a few minutes ago. I valiantly maintained eye contact instead of gawking at her body as she slid back into the booth across from me.

"I'm sorry I freaked out on you a bit. It isn't every day that..."

I interrupted immediately, "No reason for you to apologize. I'm the one that owes you an apology for crossing the line."

"How about we just call it a truce, shall we?"

"Deal." We clinked our water glasses in a toast and smiled at one another.

With a nervous laugh she stumbled, "Um... well... what did you have in mind?"

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My brain exploded. A minute ago I was thanking my lucky stars that this hadn't turned into all out war. Now, she was actually considering my proposal. My cock strained uncomfortably against my pants and I shifted in my seat. The room was suddenly too warm; my face flushed hot with a rush.

"Are you serious?" The logical part of my brain was screaming that this was some sort of trap. The other part of my brain had already left the Do Not Disturb sign on the door of Jen's hotel room.

"Completely." She reached into her purse and pulled out something white, setting it on the table between us. My brain, only operating with the pittance of blood left to it by my now rock hard cock, slowly emerged from the fog and matched the lacy fabric on the table in front of me to the bra I'd been sneaking peeks at all night. While I stared dumbfounded at her panties on the table in front of me I felt a pointy-toed shoe snake its way up my pant leg and rub against my calf. She leaned closer to me across the table and I noticed that another button on her blouse seemed to have mysteriously come undone. As she leaned forward her breasts swung lower and her entire lace covered left breast was visible through the gap in her blouse. "Go ahead. Touch them."

For a brief moment I thought she meant her breasts but I realized she was looking down at the panties in front of her. I picked them up slowly, unfolding them, and turning them over in my hands. The pattern of the lace would have revealed as much of her pussy as it would have concealed. The frilly fabric along the sides sloped down into what must have been a deep V across the top of her ass. The thong back was narrow, not quite a string, but still the same lace pattern. It would have slipped deliciously into the crack of her ass, highlighting the nakedness of the round globes of her ass on either side. 

As I continued running my fingers across the lace studying them I detected the unmistakable scent of her pussy. I immediately ran my finger along the crotch of the thong and it was soaked completely through with her wetness. I started to raise them to my face to drink in her scent but I was suddenly conscious of the fact that we were sitting in the middle of a crowded bar. My cock pulsed in my boxer briefs -- I didn't think I could get any harder. I stopped and set them down on the table and scanned the bar around us. Here we were, sitting surrounded by strangers, Jen was wearing a short skirt with no panties. No panties because they were laying on the table in between us soaked in her juices.

The waitress took that moment to return to our table with a pitcher of water. As she leaned over to refill our water glasses there was no way not to notice Jen's frilly white thong sitting on the nearly empty table. She made an audible gasp when she saw it, finished pouring our water, and rushed away.

I expected Jen to be embarrassed and either stuff the panties back into her purse or run from the bar in a shade of crimson. Instead, she seemed to be flushed with the excitement of the exhibition. "So, what did you have in mind?" she repeated.

I hadn't really thought this whole thing out very well, but I figured I would make it up as I went along. "Well, I guess the deal would be that I'm willing to help you out with your little problem and, doing so, you would be helping me out as well. I want to lick your pussy -- nothing more, no sex, no kissing, nothing. I'll keep my clothes on and you'll guide me with what you like. I'll keep going as long as you want and then I'll go back to my room. That's it. 

I'm obviously on shaky moral ground here justifying that this is ok when you are my wife's best friend. When we were first married I used to try to talk her into letting me go down on her when we were making love. At first she relented but it was obvious she wasn't into it and it didn't feel right to me. We talked about how it made me feel and how much I wanted to share that with her. She used to joke that she needed a 'stunt pussy' to stand in for her so that I could get what I wanted without spoiling her excitement. I guess in my head, I'm belatedly taking her up on that as if it were a real offer. Are you ok with this?"

"Nicole and I have been friends for years and I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't! I can't get the image out of my head though. I know it is wrong but my body had made up my mind before my mind got a chance to say no. It obviously isn't the dream relationship I've fantasized about, but I have to say that it is just twisted enough that I'm getting off on how kinky it is. I'm picturing you selflessly fulfilling my needs and acting on my every demand. That picture, oh, and having my panties on display on the table and knowing that half of the men at the bar are watching me is getting me all revved up." I glanced over and, sure enough, the waitress must have told the bartender who had subsequently shared it with a group of men seated at the bar. They looked hungry --there was no other way to put it -- Jen was exuding pure sex and they were happy to just be witnessing it. I hadn't noticed but her left hand had slipped below the table while I was talking. I detected that she was gently rocking her hips back and forth as she was watching me and talking about the men at the bar. "I'll be right back. One more trip to the ladies room for me."

She stood and gathered up her purse and her suit coat. I assumed she was going to the ladies room to put her panties back on but she turned on her heels and click clacked across the bar confidently. Every male at the bar covertly checked her out as she strode past smiling at them. When she was gone they looked over at me and raised their glasses as if in a toast. I raised my water glass and then returned my attention to the lacy panties on the table. I ran my fingers along the wet crotch feeling it slick with moisture. Every fiber of my being wanted to bury my face in them and smell her pussy. I could smell them just sitting on the table but how much of that was my imagination I can't say.

I was so engrossed with studying Jen's underwear that I didn't even hear her return until she was standing right next to me. "You're dying to smell them, aren't you?"

I blushed, caught apparently being too obvious in my fascination with her wet panties. "Here, this should tide you over."

She leaned closer to me so that she couldn't be seen by anyone outside the booth and snaked a hand up under her skirt. Her eyelids became heavy and she let out a little 'oh' sound as her fingers made contact with her wet sex. She appeared to run her finger along the length of her slit slowly collecting some of her wetness. Satisfied, she brought her hand to my lips and slipped her middle finger into my mouth while running her index finger under my nose. Her taste and scent overpowered my senses. She fucked my mouth with her finger as I sucked gently on it loving the tangy flavor. She rubbed some of her juices on my upper lip and pulled her hand slowly away. The musky scent remained and I resisted the urge to lick my lips.

Leaning back she extended her hand to me. "Let's go." There was an urgency in her voice all of a sudden. As I stepped out of the booth, allowing her to take my hand, I noticed the change in her appearance. She was wearing her grey blazer again, completing the smart looking business suit. The skirt looked like it was several inches shorter than it had been earlier and I guessed that she had folded over the waist and hiked it up. What started out as a few inches above the knee was now only a few inches away from showing off her bare ass. Even more shocking, however, was that under the blazer the white blouse was now gone (probably stuffed into her purse) and the deep V of her lapels revealed most of her lace covered breasts.

I stood up, slightly wobbly, and attempted in vain to push my obvious erection down one pant leg. She laughed and gave it a squeeze through my suit pants. I turned to retrieve her panties from the table but she reached out and hooked her arm through mine. "Leave them. It will make me even hotter wondering which one of the men at the bar will have the balls to go take them. I'm sure that someone other than me will come all over them for a change later tonight."

And with that, she guided me past the row of men at the bar who didn't even bother to contain their stares as we walked past. Every eye was on her lacy tits and she knew it. When we reached the end of the bar, she turned over one shoulder looking back at the panties on the table and then at her group of admirers. 

As she cooed, "Good evening boys..." every last one of them stole a glance at the panties on the table before returning to gaze in awe at her. Pausing for effect one more time, she turned away and we walked out of that bar. arm in arm. We walked past the main entrance to the hotel and onto the escalator to the main lobby. About half way up the escalator I looked over my shoulder to see two of the men from the bar riding up behind us.

"Two of those guys from the bar are behind us and I bet they can see right up your skirt on this escalator." I whispered into her ear.

"Really?" The huskiness in her voice made it obvious she was loving this attention. Instead of lowering her skirt or turning to the side, she took a step up onto the next step with one foot spreading her legs and causing her skirt to hike up even higher!

I leaned back into her ear and said, "If they could see your naked ass before I bet they can see your dripping pussy lips wide open now." She just moaned and rushed me to the elevator bay as quickly as possible. Once the doors of an elevator closed behind us and we knew we were no longer being followed she let out another husky sigh.




The Arrangement



"I don't know what has gotten into me. This is all so surreal. I think I underestimated how badly I need this!" 

I pushed her into the corner of the elevator and dropped to my knees, now eye-level with her shrinking skirt. I pushed her knees apart gently and ran my fingers slowly up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was silky smooth and just about as perfect as I could have imagined. My hands continued slowly higher and higher snaking under her skirt. I could feel her heat without even touching her pussy.

She moaned my name and spread her legs even wider. Her legs were now spread wide enough that I got my first glimpse up her skirt and could just make out the thick lips of her pussy in the shadows. I avoided it and slowly brought my fingers back down the backs of her thighs while I leaned in to kiss her knees. I sprinkled one knee then the other with quick kisses before running my tongue lightly into the crease behind her knee. I lingered and ran my tongue along her scar before kissing it with a long, light kiss. I looked up and made eye contact with her, searching her face for an explanation.

"I hate that scar. Fell off my bicycle as a kid and got teased mercilessly by the other girls."

"I love it," I interrupted. "I've always wanted to ask."

Ding. The elevator arrived at her floor. I grasped her hips and pulled myself back up in front of her until I was inches from her beautiful smiling face.

"I'm glad. Let's go." Her breathing was ragged, highlighting her urgency.

She practically dragged me down the hall to her room, fumbling in her purse for the key.

Once inside, door closed, she pressed me against the wall and leaned in to kiss me. I leaned to the side and slowly pushed her away with a twinkle in my eye. It was part of our game, not a rejection. "No, no, no... Remember our little deal?" 

"Ah, yes... of course."

I grabbed her shoulders and guided her into the bedroom backwards. I quickly pulled off my suit coat, tossed it over a chair, loosened my tie, and unbuttoned my top button with a flourish. I furrowed my brow like I was about to dive into a tough problem and pushed her back to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She grabbed my tie and pulled me closer, laughing, "That much of a chore, is it?"

I dropped to my knees in front of her, planting kisses alternately on her thighs. "I take my work very seriously!" My hands began to slide her skirt slowly up the sides of her gorgeous legs. 

"Oh no you don't... I have to wear this suit again later this week." She pushed me back slightly to stand and undress in front of me.

I was torn -- I loved the idea of both of us fully dressed with her skirt bunched around her waist while I devoured her sex with my tongue. I was a little disappointed since the kinkiness of doing this while we were both dressed was a definite turn on for me. On the other hand, perhaps I was judging too quickly. The buttons on her blazer opened and she slowly parted it with her hands displaying her bra proudly to me. Her back was slightly arched forcing her chest out and accentuating the appeal of her breasts. I took the blazer from her and neatly hung it over the back of the chair with my own suit coat. She ran her fingers slowly over her breasts, as much for herself as for the display she was putting on. I could see her hard nipples mashed by the lacy fabric. After a few more soft strokes she reached around and released the clasp. The fabric fell away from her and she threw it unceremoniously to the other side of the bed.

Her breasts were full and tan without any telltale bikini lines. Her nipples were a deep shade of purple and stood out proudly from the soft flesh. She took each one and lifted them to caress the undersides and knead them carefully. When she released them they sagged just enough to let me know that they were real. Her fingertips grazed back and forth over her nipples, eliciting a low moan from her lips.

She began to stroke down her sides until she reached the top of her skirt. I looked into her eyes. My anticipation was incredible. I could feel wetness on my thigh where my cock was steadily leaking pre-cum. We held each other's gaze as I heard the zipper open and the fabric fall to the floor in front of me. She lifted each foot one at a time and stepped out of the skirt. I held her gaze as I bent down to gather up her skirt, folding it neatly and tossing it over the chair with our other clothes. Only then did I allow my eyes to wander over her body.

This woman was amazingly beautiful. Her auburn hair curled seductively around her shoulders. Full, round breasts lightly sagging with upturned nipples begged to be touched, nipples that looked hard enough to cut glass. Her sides slipped inward to a trim waist and outward again to shapely hips that gave her the perfect hourglass figure. Her stomach was firm, pulled taut to reveal the definition of the muscles hidden under the skin. Her bellybutton was a cute, little "inny" that sat above the slightest bit of a belly bulge. The effect was to restore a feminine look to the athletic physique that she obviously worked hard to maintain. Trailing further down was more smooth, tan flesh that ended at the crease between her legs -- the object of my affection for the evening. Her legs were long and lean, parted by her defiant wide stance, sloping delicately lower until I reached the black patent leather heels -- the only bit of clothing she still wore.

Her pussy was gorgeous. A thin line of hair ended at the top of a cleft that was otherwise bare. Her outer lips were flushed red and parted to reveal the shimmering pink of her inner glory. Her inner lips were only just barely visible they were so small. The hood covering her clit was pulled back, already revealing its tip. All of this was framed by a tan line that remembered the shape of the simple triangular, tie-side bikini that hid this beautiful sight from some very lucky beachgoers. I made a mental note to ask her where she was sunbathing topless and encourage Nicole to join her!

After drinking in the sight in front of me for what seemed like ages I again made eye contact. Her brown eyes were large and expressive, long lashes complementing them and drawing you in. The look on her face seemed to be seeking approval. She was almost trembling in the moment. "You are an incredibly beautiful woman. I've only dreamed of moments like this. I just needed to memorize this sight so I'll never forget it."

In one fluid motion I pushed her back onto the bed, spread her legs, and pulled her ass to the edge of the mattress. I kneeled in front of her and began to kiss my way up her leg. Once I arrived at the top I ran my tongue along the line where her leg met her pussy, dragging my lips along the smooth skin and then repeating the process on the other side. 

"Touch me. Please!!!!" Always one to follow good direction, I happily obliged. Her scent was intoxicating and I couldn't have held back much longer anyway. I had to taste her again.

Planting my hands on her thighs to hold her open, I leaned in close. I planted a soft kiss right on her outer lips, snaking my tongue out to tentatively lick the moisture from its source. Her hands went to my hair and began massaging my scalp. I tickled her taint with my tongue and began to slowly lick up the entire length of her outer lips, periodically stopping to draw one into my mouth with gentle suction. Slipping back down I made my tongue as stiff as I could and pushed it into her like a little wet cock, fucking in and out of her dripping hole.

It had been years since I'd tasted pussy and I don't know that I'd ever had one as beautiful as the one in my mouth at that moment. My head was swimming and I was moaning into her pussy as loud as she was calling out on the bed. My hands slipped under her and gripped her ass, roughly groping the firm globes. Simultaneously, I slipped the tip of my tongue out of her hole and traced one of her inner lips along its length. The lips were so tiny that they really became hard ridges once her pussy was flushed with her excitement. I flicked my tongue along one with agonizing slowness before returning all the way back to her taint and repeating the journey on the other side.

Trying to tune into her pleasure and measure her reaction to my attention I discovered that the left side seemed to be nice but the right was, by far, more sensitive. After the third or fourth trip along her hot pink ridge the pressure of her hands on my scalp increased and the intensity of her moans picked up.

"You like the right better, I see..." I whispered, pausing only long enough to say it before diving right back in.

"Yes... Yes... Please don't stop -- this feels incredible."

When I would reach the top of her cleft I would snake my tongue off to the side, avoiding contact with her clit and only lightly grazing the hood. Each time she would whimper in frustration and try to push her clit into me by rocking her hips off the bed. Finally, I relented and licked the entire length of her pussy, top to bottom, clit and all, with a flat, wide tongue.

"Fuck... I'm cumming." Her hips pumped into my tongue as I held it flat on her clit letting her motions control our movement as her orgasm pulsed through her body. I felt her clit throb against my tongue as the vibrations passed through her. Once she relaxed back onto the bed I gently moved back to her outer lips and returned to licking them with slow determination.

"Oh my god... talk about a hair trigger. I've been so turned on since I heard you talking about licking pussy that I couldn't stand it. Thank you.. Thank you..."

I looked up the length of her and saw her looking back at me, neck tilted to see what I was doing. "You'd better grab a pillow if you want to watch or you're going to hurt your neck. I'm not done yet."

"Oh god, you're like a dream come true," she gasped. Pulling a pillow to her head she propped up her neck so she could watch me go down on her.

"Your pussy is so perfect. I love the feel of your inner lips getting hard against my tongue with each stroke. Ready to go again?"

She only nodded and stared as I slipped my tongue back into her inner folds and returned to my slow movements along her lips. I stopped and tried hard to suck one into my mouth. It seemed to get even harder in my mouth. She reached down with her hand and spread herself even more, increasing my access.

"I'll take care of that..." I slipped my fingers through hers and spread her to one side, licking along the magic spot along the right side of her pussy. Convinced that I had matters well in hand, she slipped out from under my touch and pulled her hand back. When I looked up she was caressing her breasts and gently flicking at her nipples while she watched.

After a few minutes of tracing her lips and avoiding her clit with lazy circles I slipped my hand down and positioned my finger at her entrance. She gasped my name and tried to push her hips into me to increase the contact as I pushed lightly against her pussy, stopping just short of actually penetrating her. I switched back to broad flat strokes of my tongue working every corner of her pussy, covering her clit at the end of each lick. At the same time I began to slip my finger into her -- at first only to the first knuckle, then the second, and finally as deep as I could manage.

I paused at each step and paid extra attention to her clit, causing her to call out "More, oh god, more. Fuck me with your finger!"

Instead of caving to her demand, I pressed my hand against her, lightly grazing her asshole with my other fingers. A combination of her juices and my saliva had run down out of her pussy along the crack of her ass and her hole was already slick. Since I didn't know if she was into anal I contented myself with applying light pressure right on her bud with one finger and letting her push against me for more stimulation.

She began to work her hips against me, causing my one finger to rock in and out of her pussy while the other grazed back and forth over her other hole. Sensing she was approaching her peak I curled my finger up and pressed against the back of her clit from the inside. She pushed against me and I pressed harder and harder, moving my finger in small circles. I was almost afraid I was going to hurt her, but the motion of her hips seemed to indicate the truth.

"Faster.... Can you go faster?" I stiffened my tongue and switched to using the tip to strum back and forth over her clit with just the tip. I was swinging my head from side to side as fast as I could go, the motion on her clit barely a blur. Every 20 seconds or so I would press hard and draw a few circles right around the base of her clit and then go back to the frenzied pace on the tip. I think if I hadn't I might have pulled a muscle in my neck!

I was in heaven as she rode higher and higher, calling out instructions -- "Faster... Harder... Don't stop now!" She lasted another 2 -- 3 minutes before I felt all her muscles tense up for the second time tonight. I looked up to see her twisting and pulling on her nipples almost obscenely and then turned my focus back to moving as fast as I could physically go on her clit. Her clit was as hard as diamonds and my neck was aching like I couldn't believe as she finally crashed over the edge. I kept up the pace as I felt her pussy pulsing around my finger and her asshole twitching under my touch.

A long continuous moan, rising and falling with the thrusts of her hips filled the room (and probably a few adjacent rooms as well). When it was done she quickly squeezed her legs together, pushing my face aside and trapping my hand in her pussy. I put my other arm around her ass and rested my head on her belly as I let her come out of her daze.

"That was amazing. I haven't cum that hard in a long time -- I can't ever get that intense an orgasm when I'm by myself. Thank you."

I gently extracted my fingers from their soft, warm prison and stood up. She was an amazing site with the bright purple hue of her abused nipples and her neat hair spread out in a just-fucked mess on the pillow. I pulled off her shoes, went around to the other side of the bed, and folded down the comforter to allow her to slip under the covers. She wiggled under them and I pulled them up, tucking her in.

"No... Thank you. I've been missing that for a long time. I think I needed that more than you did." I leaned over and gave her a gentle (messy) kiss on the lips before grabbing my coat, turning out the light, and letting myself out.

"Sleep tight."

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Walking back to my room was quite uncomfortable with the stiffness of my erection trapped inside my underwear. As soon as I was inside my room I shed my clothes in a heap, pushed down the comforter, and began to masturbate furiously. I was so turned on replaying the images of our encounter in my mind that it only took a few moments before I erupted in a powerful orgasm. Huge spurts of cum flew into the air and landed on my stomach alternated with globs of cum that oozed all over my hand and cock before running down the crack of my ass. It had been several days since I'd cum so that, combined with the intensity of my evening, resulted in what seemed like a quart of cum dripping everywhere in a huge mess. I guess it was a good thing that I ended up with two double beds instead of the king on this trip!

The next day was so busy with work functions that there wasn't even time for us to feel awkward in each other's presence. The closest we came to talking was polite introductions of each other to a group of sales leads we were pursuing during a brainstorming session. There were a few moments of brief eye contact across the room during a moment of silence or distraction, but really it was just a long, busy day. I went to bed early, exhausted from entertaining and networking all day long. 

It had been a good week and I was looking forward to my mid-morning flight home, even if I was a little nervous about seeing Nicole. I was still trying to decide what to say to her and if I should say anything at all. As I was resting in bed, half awake, trying to ease into the morning, there was a knock at the door. I assumed it was housekeeping and ignored it, knowing they would open the door, find the chain secured, and go away.

The knocking continued, however, and I was forced to get up and deal with it. I stopped in the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wrap around myself before answering the door. The sight through the peephole was unexpected -- a wet-haired Jen in a hotel robe.

Swinging open the door I asked, "What are you doing here?"

She smiled at me and quickly pushed into the room. "Let me in before anyone else sees me out here like this!"

I took a moment to look her over. My first thought was that she had been for an early morning swim in the hotel pool and had locked herself out of her room. Of course, the other possibility was that she had just stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, patted dry her hair, thrown on her robe and padded barefoot through the halls and elevators to my room. When I saw the look in her eye, I made a snap judgment which of the two scenarios was playing out in my hotel room.

My own state of undress suddenly dawned on me and I was a bit self-conscious. I'm in reasonably good shape and I'm not usually one to be shy, but the intimacy of the situation felt a little awkward. Oddly, Jen had been at our house many a time when I walked out from a shower essentially dressed in only a towel, just like now, but in every case Nicole had been present and it hadn't felt like a big deal. As Jen shed her robe and stood before me naked, I knew this was a big deal. Unlike the evening earlier in the week, at this moment I was totally sober and conscious of the consequences. 

Jen grabbed me by the upper arm and began to guide me further into the room. "I woke up really horny this morning and I need one more fix before we head back to our normal lives." She pushed me backwards onto the bed and started to crawl over me. I propped up my head with a pillow as she knelt above me and slowly lowered her pussy to my lips.

I lapped up and down at her gathering the juices dripping from her hole. Her pussy was sopping wet and within a few seconds my whole face was shiny with her juices. I plunged my tongue into her and fucked her with it while I gripped her perfect ass in my hands. As she rocked her hips back and forth on my face I let her take charge. She was rocking and rotating all over on the bed and I licked whatever she forced down onto my mouth. My mouth was everywhere -- tongue in her hole, licking along her inner lips, sucking on her outer lips, strumming her clit as she wiggled around on my face.

I pulled one arm back around and spread her lips apart to get better access to her clit. Once it was fully exposed to me I worked it over good -- pausing only to pull it into my mouth and flick my tongue slowly over it while sucking gently. It didn't take long before she was getting close -- moaning loudly, dripping everywhere, and pulling at her nipples violently.

I started to pick up the pace to try to take her over the edge but she pulled back, stopping me. "Not yet, there's something else I want to try." With that she spun around and sat back down onto my mouth, this time facing my feet. Trying not to skip a beat I adjusted to the new pose and tried to get my tongue back in contact with her clit.

Practically from the moment I tasted her I had been hard as a rock. The towel I had wrapped around me for modesty sake earlier was now tenting obscenely. There was nothing modest about my erection pushing hard against the towel. Jen reached forward and pulled the top of the towel until it pulled free of my ass and exposed my hard-on to her eyes. At first I thought she was going to lean down to 69 me and I got a little concerned -- that wasn't part of the bargain (as much as I would have loved to come in her lovely mouth!). Instead she left my cock bobbing in the air and began speaking in a husky tone.




The Arrangement



"When you left my room the other night you came back here and beat off, didn't you?" I was suddenly reminded of the conversations I have with my dentist -- this was going to be a very one-sided conversation. I could only moan my agreement, admitting to having jerked myself off after bringing her off with my tongue.

"I bet you were naked as soon as you made it through the door. You spread out on the bed and sucked the finger you fucked me with while you jerked your cock hard, didn't you?"

"Mmmm, hmm... Uh huh..." I hoped my moans into her pussy were enough to make it clear how right she was.

"You jerked that hard cock until you came all over yourself and the bed!" She was getting more and more excited talking about it. I was picturing the scene in my head and licking her for all it was worth. "Do it now -- I want to see it."

She took my right hand from her thigh and positioned it around my hard cock. I felt her fingers touch the soft skin as she moved my hand up and down the shaft. Her touch was electric and my whole body shook. She kept moving my hand faster and faster until I got into a good rhythm before removing her hand and letting me go at my own pace.

She leaned onto her hands her face hovering inches away from my cock as I stroked it for her. It was getting harder to keep up the licking at the same time so I pulled my other hand forward and began to rub her clit with my fingers as I pulled at my cock.

"Yes! Rub my pussy til I cum. I'm almost there. I love watching you stroking your cock for me. I want you to cum all over for me. This should help!" With that she grabbed my hand again and brought my cock close to her lips and slowly stroked it with our hands. She extended her tongue until it was just touching the tip and began to drool and spit all over it. Every few strokes she would pull my hand up over the head to collect the moisture and then go back to the base in one long motion.

What an angel! My cock felt so much better lubricated with her saliva and I knew it wouldn't be long now before I unloaded my cum for her. She just kept whispering "Yes..." over and over watching me get closer to my orgasm. She was getting close, too, so I picked up the pace with my fingers. When I was just about to blow I took my tongue and began to lick her asshole -- giving her a sloppy rim job while my fingers were a blur on her clit.

She practically screamed, "Fuck! You little shit -- you love licking my ass, don't you!?!" She was so close that I could feel her breath on my cock and that was all it took. I moaned into her ass and began to spray load after load of cum into the air. She was so close that I spurted right into her face, covering her with it. A steady stream of obscenities left her mouth as she reached her own peak, tensing her whole body and pushing her hips against my tongue and fingers. I gave up on licking her and just pushed my tongue into her twitching asshole as she rode out her orgasm.

When she was spent she leaned forward pulling her pussy and tight little asshole away from me while she tried to catch her breath. I continued slowly stroking my softening cock as I, too, recovered from the intense pleasure. After a few more moments she spun around on the bed and looked down at me with an amused smirk. An amused smirk with cum running down her cheeks.

"You are such a naughty boy, aren't you? I'm not sure what was more of a turn-on -- tonguing my ass or coming in my face." I laughed hard until she got this evil look on her face and leaned down to give me a sloppy kiss. She smeared my cum all over my face and sucked my tongue into her mouth.

Jumping up laughing she pulled on her robe, flashed me a twisted grin, and ran out into the hall, face still shiny with my cum.

"See you at the airport!"

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Normally I would have suggested we share a cab to the airport but after a quick shower I thought I'd pack up and head over early. I hoped that I'd have a little time to myself to go over the events of the last few days in my head. When Jen walked up to our gate a few minutes before boarding I had made up my mind.

She looked fabulous in a pair of tight jeans and a green cashmere sweater that looked like it was painted onto her body. She took the seat next to me and smiled, "Good morning... again."

I cut right to the chase, "I want to tell Nicole what happened this week. We should tell her together and make it clear that it happened but it isn't something that we wanted to do behind her back. It is the right thing to do."

She took my arm, looking me in the eyes. "I know. I think the same thing..."

A wave of relief swept over me as I considered her words. I was worried that we wouldn't see eye to eye on this. Clearly, we both had the same idea -- treat it as something that just happened. Something that wasn't meant to play out the way it did and something we should have discussed first, but something that we shared among friends that didn't change any of our relationships. I'm not sure Nicole was going to say, but I had a hunch it would all work out in the end. Nicole had never been the jealous type and we'd talked a couple times about the possibilities of sex with other people in a somewhat open relationship. I just hoped that she would remember those conversations and feel the same way now!

I was caught out of my contemplation when Jen continued, "... which is why I already told her this morning."

My stomach lurched and my palms suddenly became moist. "You did what!?!?" I hissed, looking around the gate as I'd been rather loud.

She reached forward and put her hand on my knee. "It's all right. I talked to her this morning and told her the whole thing. She isn't mad."

I just stammered and fidgeted, unsure even what to ask her about the conversation.

"Nicole was the one telling me not to have some one night stand this week that I'd regret later. She called me this morning to ask how I was and starting fishing around to see if I'd had some action. I decided to come clean, so to speak, so I explained what had happened, that I wanted her to know, and I was hoping that based on what you'd told me that she wouldn't be mad. I told her that you wanted to tell her and that we were going to tell her together when we got back but that she beat us to the punch. I thought it better to be honest right then than lie about it and try to tell her when we got home."

"And what did she say?"

"She was surprised for certain. A little bit confused, too, but she wasn't mad. She cried. I cried. I asked her to forgive me and to not be upset with you. After a few minutes she told me that she wasn't angry with either of us and she was glad that neither of us wanted to keep this from her."

And then Jen leaned in close to me and surprised me with a glint in her eye, "In fact since she just isn't into having her pussy licked and she knows how much you love it, she suggested we work out some sort of arrangement!"

I was dumbfounded -- there were no words to describe the span of emotions I'd been through in the last 2 minutes. Jen discreetly reached into my lap and grabbed my rapidly hardening cock.

"She did, however, remind me that 'this' belongs to her." She squeezed my cock for effect to emphasize her point.

The gate agent called our section to board the plane so we got up and started towards the door. As we stepped into the plane the flight attendant greeted us. Jen leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Have you ever done it on an airplane?"



The Arrangement



"I am absolutely insane!" Karla argumentatively told herself. "There can be no other logical reason for this!" Nevertheless, there she was, in the club he had requested her to meet him at. 

She was a full twenty minutes early. 

She had on the type of dress he had requested for her to wear. Low cut. Extremely low cut. She could not even remember ever allowing herself to wear a dress that would dramatically expose seventy-five percent of her forty-four double d's. However, that dress was indeed gracing her body. She was very well aware of the reactions of the people in her immediate surroundings. There were lookers. There were watchers. There were gawkers. Once again, her body, as it had seemed to be doing for a few years now, was a matter of controversy to people. A slight but defensive smile was all she provided in retaliation. 

Her body. Her two hundred seventy-five pound body. A body that in the five years since her divorce, had only been touched in any provocative way by her own 2 hands. However, tonight, tonight for some inexplicable reason, a reason she did not totally understand herself, she would finally allow her body to be touched by another human being, more specifically, a man. More than touched, embraced. Yes. She was going to willingly relish lovemaking, no matter how much she felt she would have to force herself to do so. 

"How could I have possibly allowed this body to get so big?" She found herself in her usual self-pity shell. "Now Sweetheart," She mentally heard her mother say, "you need to quit your belly aching! Otherwise you are going to turn into a professional belly ache!" 

"Yeah, yeah Mommy!" She insultingly replied. "I hear ya!"

Who was it that had caused her to come to such a low self-esteemed conclusion about herself, and why, how? Could she continue to blame her ex husband? The man she devoted sixteen of her years to? She started out so willing to be his life mate, his soul mate, his lover. During the first eleven years, it was such a joy for her to be such a woman. The last five years she found herself attempting to be that woman. Her husband had turned into such an unorthodox scumbag! The questions, the scenarios continue to irk her. I spent a combined total of fifty-nine hours and thirty-one minutes in labor pains to deliver his children, and he replaced me by contributing to the living wages of a prostitute? I spent hours with my legs spread open for him to take me, to fuck me. Nevertheless, he decided he would rather fuck a disease-infested streetwalker. Yes, her ex husband was to be blamed for the road she taken to become a professional belly ache.

No, it was not her ex. It was not her kids, who it seemed have been intentionally spending a lot less time with her. It was not her meddling mother. These were not the people making her become disenchanted with her very being. It is I. It is myself. It is I! Her voice resounded in her head. The one statement she overthrew as often as she possibly could. It could not be allowed to be a true statement. It would mean that she would have to ultimately face the one person who had blatantly allowed the self-pity to be presented and preserved. Karla. That was why she was here tonight. Tonight she was going to make her self-pity attitude...commit suicide.

Not without help though. She was here in this club, waiting on the one who was going to assist her in accomplishing this act. It was a club in a town that she so very rarely ever traveled to, in a neighborhood she would never be able to afford. She paid for the gas in the car to get her here. The new dress she bought today was instantaneously the most expensive clothing item she had ever owned. Was it all worth it? Was the cost going to be compensated? Yes. It would be. She knew this as a fact, not as an assumption. In order for her to keep and maintain any form of self worth in her own mind, tonight's plans would have to work. For the first time in five and a half years, a man proclaimed that he wanted to make love to her, passionately. She needed to; she earnestly desired to know if such an astronomical indulgence was, could really be possible to achieve.

She kept looking out the window for the van. She needed to see the red van he had described. The one with the fender bender on the front. That was the vehicle driven by the man she had thus far only communicated with in two forms, internet chat and an occasional phone session. In just a few precious moments that would take her hours to get through, they would have their first actual face-to-face, physical contact. Six months of conversing via email and chat on the SSBBW love connection chat room, had finally brought this moment on. Sometime within the next hour, she hoped she would be naked. She hoped Robert would be naked too. 

She hoped and prayed that Robert was not a lie. That would be a fate she did not even want to contemplate. Oh gosh, the very moisture she was experiencing between her legs was real proof she hoped that Robert would be just as real in physical person as he was by phone or chat. Conversations of him insisting he got to taste her pussy. She squeezed her legs slightly at the thought. Talks about how she would love to lick the pre-cum from the eye of his cock. A cock he proclaimed was "Just millimeters shy of an exact 8 inches!" She chuckled at the joke. Tonight's venue would include a dick being engulfed by her mouth. Could she remember how it was done? And hopefully, oh dear God Almighty, she hoped she would once again have the sheer pleasures of having an orgasm with her pussy wrapped around that cock, instead of the piece of plastic she had been compromising with.

Whom was she kidding? Ugh! Men do not find anything stimulating about female elephants in human form! Shut up Karla! Just shut the hell up! A battle she had lost before. It was a compilation of an untold number of things that influenced her thinking. A consistent barrage of insults. The ever-popular view of the general public about what makes a woman sexy. She did not fit the category. Her family saying things 'in a nice non critical way'. Yeah, right. Of course, the most beneficial factor of them all, her hubby telling his brother - her brother - that he could not have sex with her anymore, because she was so heavy she suffocated him. He thought she was out of earshot. She was not. The damn fool!

This person, Robert never made any inkling of any such commentary. She could not remember the first day she talked with him, but she did remember why she talked to him. He had such an unusual funny screen name, 'memberofmsn.' He did not 'whisper', did not private message. She loved her internet, to a point. The internet caused a deeper wedge in her distrust of men. She, like so many of her female chat friends, was not amused by men constantly whispering a sexual favor, before she even said hi to anyone in the room. All she had to do was put the 'F' in her age/sex/location, and she was instantly bombarded with whispers along the lines of, "How big are your tits?" Robert, never whispered, however. She figured he had to be shy, even on the net. That would have been a good personality trait to have. That would have been a nice reason for her to communicate with him. 

However, he was not shy, she quickly discovered. His flirtation, although it never really got off-color, did hint an indulgence. It was a continual reminder of his deep, keen admiration for big, beautiful women. He soon had many admirers himself . All the women loved it. Oh yes, there were a few men who had insisted on a same level of admiration for plump women, but Robert was the most genuine. That was a plus. He never whispered. He must have seen her picture, he was just being a good, kindhearted person, that was all. He did not do anything to hurt anyone's feelings. He really would not want to be in any form of a lovemaking session with a fat woman, she thought. He obviously whispered some of the other women, but, she concluded, her picture indicated she was not deserving of his friendship. She was just too big for any man.

Then one day, she found out the reason why he did not whisper her. It was an unexpected statement from a brand new woman in the chat room. She did not remember the first remark that caused memberofmsn to crack a great joke, but she did remember her next remark. 

"NO MEMBER, but I have to say that I really appreciate the fact that you did not whisper me when I came into the room, like so many other men feel they have to do."

"Honey, I find it rude to intrude on someone who would not appreciate it!" 

What had possessed Karla to type her response? Was it being caught up in a moment of contentment with what this person had to say, or was it just a curiosity of what he would say? 

"Member, I wish you would be an intrusion on me!" 

She sent it. A split second later, she regretted it. He would not respond to that. He would not respond to a woman who needed the majority of a couch to sit on, as her picture had indicated.

A familiar blinking blue, box was suddenly presented. This time, it was his name. She opened the message. 

"Is that my invitation to whisper you?" it said. 

"Yes", she wrote back. 

"My name is Robert."

"Karla."

So it began.

Karla snapped back to the present when she saw a van approach. Was that it? Was that the van? It was red. It had a fender bender on the front. Was Robert the only passenger? Her eyes began to water a little, as she watched the vehicle pull into a parking space only two spots away from her sedan. What was that feeling? Oh no. She did not compensate for this. Her nipples were already experiencing that familiar stimulation. Between her thoughts and desires, they were over-sensitive. Robert had asked her not to wear a bra. He would not be disappointed.

Yes, it was a man getting out of the driver's side. Anyone else in the vehicle? No. Good sign. Very good sign. This night could really happen. She took a glance at her watch. Was it possible she had only been here five minutes? Wow. He must have the same eagerness for this as she. Another good sign. Did it look like him? He did appear to be at least five feet five. He did not have a mustache. The picture that was on his profile had Robert with a mustache. However, he told her yesterday, that he shaved it off, because he found that it got in the way of his love for eating pussy. Oh yes, this night was happening! The polo shirt, unbuttoned, yum. He was so handsome. The loose slacks worn at her request. She wanted to make sure his cock was easily accessible to her hands, no matter where his cock was in his pants, as long as she allowed it to stay in his pants. That was not going to be much time, she assured herself.

She made her way toward the entryway, as he stepped on the sidewalk. She wanted to let him know she was there, and already had a table for two. He entered. 

"H-hi," she stuttered.

"Hell-lo?" 

He returned her greetings warily. A very stern look down her V-neck, and a widening grin assured her of his liking, his wanting. She stood before this man, and in a panoramic moment, her vision of him envisioning her, she felt completely, sexually wanted. 

"I am Karla!"

"Well, hello Karla! My, my, you are a fantastic looking woman here!" She heard genuine sincerity in his voice, but there was only one thing left to make sure this was real. 

"My name is Bob!"

"Yes!" She shrieked. "It is you at last!"

"Umm, yeah", Bob smiled with a little laugh. "Me at last! Karla, I absolutely love the dress there. Actually, I really love the material it does not have, if you don't mind my saying so?"

"Oh gosh Robert! Do you really like what you are looking at? I mean I did not lie to you. This is the size of my body! Are you telling me you are not going to change your mind?"

"Change my mind? Uh, why would I want to do that? I love bigger women! And Lady, that chest size of yours is my major endorsement for that love!"

"Excuse me, you two love birds," a hostess interrupted, "but how many for your party?"

Before Bob opened his mouth, Karla responded, "I already have our table, thank you." 

A confused look came across Bob's face. She glance swept down the man, and when she stopping mid way. There it was. His crotch area. There she started to breathe a little harder. Her sight was on the outline. She immediately had an idea of why he looked a little disturbed at that second. She leaned into his body, being careful to use her front to cover what she was doing with her right hand. She reached for his crotch, jerking once. 

She made an effort to press her mouth toward his right ear, and she whispered to him, "Unless of course, you want to get right to the sucking and fucking each other's brains out?" She finished her whisper with just a dab of her tongue touching the bottom of his earlobe. Yes. She knew the self pity was dying, or at least for this moment, it was being put out of its misery.

"Karla, baby, that is exactly what I was thinking. How about my van? I have plenty of room." 

She literally began forcing him to the door. "I know that silly, but in the van? Here? This parking lot? Pretty risky don't you think? Didn't you get the hotel room yet?"

"What if I told you that there is a park and ride area not too many blocks from here that have virtually no vehicles in..."

He did not finish his offer. It was somewhat difficult to do. Her arms were now around his neck and she thrust her belly tightly against his very hard, very pronounced package. Oh yeah. It was a good 8 inches, if not, then very close. 

Their eyes met. No words were necessary. It was an unspoken agreement that they kiss. Was this really going to happen, she thought? Were her lips really going to come into contact with another's, not food, nor stamps? Not an animal, but an actual warm blooded member of the opposite sex? She moaned when their mouths met. Soft. Slow. Gentle. Now what? Oh yes, she could not forget this part, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. She groaned. Why had she denied herself this sensation for so long? He must have used a minty mouth wash. It was quite good. They broke the kiss. 

Her pussy was now experiencing flood level dangers. It communicated with her mind, telling her to get the hell out of the parking lot and get to the fucking already!!!!! 

"I love the idea of the park and ride, Bob. Now, please?"

Was there a man on the face of this earth who could deny a request like that? Bob showed he was not one of them, as, his hand in hers, he literally jogged her to his van. A cargo style van. That was not going to be good. He must use it for work. It is going to be filthy in there. Tools all over the floor! But was it going to matter to her? Didn't it help build the excitement? He opened the passenger door and helped her in. From behind he reached up between her legs. To his very pleasant liking he found that he slipped the material of her dress in a very moist feeling area. 

"No Panties!" She smiled. "Just like you wanted."

"Oh yeah," he returned. "J-just like I wanted! Feels nice!." 

When she turned to sit down he managed to get his very first view of her entire tits. Nipples, flesh, a magnificent site. 

"Oh baby, are those mine tonight?"

"Yes! Do you like what you see? Am I really sexy to you?" 

A smile and a squeeze of her right breast was a willingly received answer. He closed the door, and ran to the driver side. As he was getting in, she turned to notice that the back was actually cleaned. And to her amazement, astonishment, and joy, there was a mattress and a couch back there. 

"Why are there furniture, and not equipment in this vehicle?"

"It is part of my business, I often have to stay on the road, and it is a lot cheaper to stay in here than in a hotel."

It made sense. As a distributor of medical equipment, he would have to do a lot of traveling. But that was not a concern for her this moment. Right now she had an opportunity that would lead to usi ng that mattress, and that couch. He turned the ignition. 

"Bob, can you drive while I jerk your cock off?" 

It was a hint. He took the hint correctly. As he backed out of the space, he began to maneuver his zipper, a feat not very easily to be done with one hand. 

"Oh, please, let me do that for you." 

Could she believe what was going on? Was she really undoing the zipper of a man's pants? She very soon had all the proof she needed to affirm her questions. She had it, his cock, in her hand. Warm. Stiff. Solid. Rigid. She gasped, there was something else she remembered she loved. The vein that ran up the length of a cock. That was what she liked the most. Beautiful. 

Was he speeding? 

"Please don't kill us! I wanna die with a smile on my face, but I want to complete the reason for smiling you know!"

"Don't worry Baby, it is right around this curve here!" 

There it was. The park and ride lot. How ironic. She actually lost her virginity in one of those places. And here she was, doing it all over again. Oh, what a marvelous though t to add to such a time as this. 

Bob pulled the vehicle all the way to the back corner. The darkest, apparently and appropriately least used area of the whole lot. He shut the engine off. 

"I would love to have both of your tits exposed, now!"

Karla was happy to comply, happy to display her genuinely unknown beauty to a beast who longed for the view. Bob explored the mountains that were on the foot hill in front of him. His pinching of her right nipples triggered a small, but most definitely noticeable orgasm flowing from within. Her breathing enticed his desire to bring more pleasure to this beautiful work of seduction he have been blessed with this evening. 

"You want to get more comfortable back there?"

"Oh, fuck yes! But I do not think I can swing around here. I have to get to the side door." 

She got out of her seat to open the side door. He slipped around from his seat

to get right into the back. He reached for her hand to help her in. She, however, did not take the hand, for she had noticed that his dick, had pre-cum. It was glistening. 

She had made him a promise last night. Right now, she could finally fulfill that promise. She motioned him closer with her finger. He appeared puzzled as he complied, until he saw what she was aiming to do. Her mouth opened. Her tongue darted out. His cock was about to be tasted right where she was, standing out in the open, her dress down below her tits. His cock was aimed directly at the inviting entry way. Her tongue licked, it tasted; enjoyed. She enjoyed immensely. She tugged at his pants and they dropped. His cock was right there, exposed. Did she really forget how beautiful, how absolutely magnificent a dick could look to a woman? 

"You do remember I haven't sucked a cock in almost 6 years, right? Do you think you can trust me not to bite it off?" 

It was more of a question that she was asking herself, not him. He was a man. She was a woman who wanted to suck his dick. Did she foresee any rejection?

"Well, my dear, please stop starving and start enjoy the meal!"

She laughed a short laugh before she moved her head back to the direction of her intended object. She didn't put the cock into her mouth just yet. No, she remembered what her ex hubby always enjoyed without fail when she sucked his dick. Do men in general like the same technique? She went straight toward his balls. She immediately placed her tongue at the base of the wrinkly skin. The smell, ah, this man smelled clean. This man had a great smelling, clean, purely suckable, lickable cock. She applied pressure with her tongue. She began to move her head backwards. She allowed her tongue to follow the shape of his pulsating member. She had her head back, his dick on her face, her tongue on the skin. She moved her right hand to the top of the shaft to make sure it stayed on her tongue, and it did, not moving off one centimeter. Every single vein on the bottom felt her tongue. Was he enjoying it? 




The Arrangement



She asked herself that question and then thought, who really cared? She was enjoying it. It was a selfish need for her. She got to the mushroom. She knew that it was going to go inside her mouth soon, but just not at this instant. She had often told him by phone and chat that she wanted to make sure that she tasted every single inch of his cum shooter, and she was now keeping her word. A circle around the mushroom. Another circle for the road and over the top she went, never once taking her tongue off his meat. Every blue vein on top was now being given the same treatment the veins on the bottom were given. She got her tongue into the pubic hair line. Time to go back. This time on the sides. She finally stopped when she got to the head again and looked up. Oh yes, his face told her that he was enjoying it immensely. 

"Oh Karla, are you sure you haven't sucked a dick in six years? You sure don't seem to be out of practice! Why don't you come into the van here and lie down so I can eat your pussy?" He did it, he actually volunteered to willingly give her oral! Her ex-hubby never volunteered. She always felt as if she was asking him to walk on hot coal when she had to make that request of him. But this was not her ex-husband. This was a stranger. But a stranger who had by words alone made her wet countless times. To her though they were just words. There was no way the words would ever be action. Not the least of which, his confession of his love of eating a woman. Especially if that woman was a fat woman, like she was. Why was she still outside the vehicle? With an eagerness of a child going to an ice cream parlor, Karla completely entered the vehicle. She suddenly became painfully aware again of what type of body she was presenting to this man. Her two hundred seventy-five pound body. He was urgently getting her into a position where the legs of that body would be spread. It is going to be over. He could not possibly want to do this. 

Wait a minute! Where is his head goi....? Ooh. Bob was very, very happy right at this moment. His mouth was assuring her of this. Oh gosh. What had she been missing? She felt it. There was a long lick from the base of her love hole to the top. He hit it. He had it. The clit. He found it. She heard him moan. She echoed the sentiment. She looked down. She only saw the top of his head. But what that head was doing was truly benefiting her innermost being. He hit it again. She felt him as he put her clit on top of his tongue. Then he shivered as she felt his entire lips surrounded that clit of hers. A finger penetrated. Yes. Oh. Another finger. She bucked forcing his head back but he adapted, and quite professionally. Yes, he had most assuredly done this before. 

She looked down again, and saw his back was raising up and down. She was neglecting his cock That was not a very nice thing for her to do. "Sweetie, bring your dick to my face. Get your cock back into my mouth!!" What kind of talk was she hearing herself say? A very willing way of talking. A very willing and liberating, non pitiful way of enjoyable talking. The enjoyment was enhanced with the arrival of Bob's dick to her lips. There was that mushroom again. This time, this time the mushroom went into her mouth. This time the mushroom kissed the back of her throat. She took the pleasure to squeeze and twist her own nipples, adding to an already overwhelming sensational feeling on her body. Gosh now what was he doing? Another finger? Ungh. What was this she was feeling? Was he really, yes he was sucking her clit she would suck a cock! Her mouth was sucking his dick, and her pussy now began to suck his tongue!!! Ah, this is making Karla crazy! Oh gosh--how deep can he go with that tongue? This was making her, oh yeah it is going to--oh gosh, he was moving faster! His sucking, his licking, his fingering. Karla was going to... "AARRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!!Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm!!!!Oohhhh!!!" 

For a brief second, Bob allowed himself to think that there could have been people in the surrounding area who heard that murderous scream coming from this young nympho underneath him. It didn't matter. He didn't stop. This was a good thing to him. Another opportunity for him to have the experience of a woman crushing his tongue with her orgasm. He helped cause that. He was proud of his achievement. He felt her start to tug at his hair. Was it an effort to20stop him? "Do you need me to stop?"

"Yes!" Karla responded in a sultry voice. "But only because I want to be fucked. I want this sweet tasting cock in my cunt right now!!!" Bob's body could not respond to the request fast enough for him. A swift turn around. A grab of his dick. A look at his damsel. "What position?"

"You see me on my back don't you?"

A good answer. He put himself in between her legs. He looked into the eyes of this wanton lusting woman. "Here I go! Enjoy." Enjoy? Ha!!! Did he say enjoy?? It was way beyond mere enjoyment for her at this point. It was an awakening! Here he goes. A feeling felt, but most wanted. There is the head of the dick. Entrance. Mmm. Inching. More. Still some to go. Pubic hair meets pubic hair. Complete. Definitely a full pussy. Too long for this feeling. Too damn fucking long. She was never going to deny herself this feeling again. There were men who could make her feel sensual. Men who allowed her to be sexual. She was moaning below one now. "Oh Bobby, fuck me!!!! Yes, too long since I have been screwed!" Those walls of her were revitalized. It was not just her pussy that felt the intensity of the pumping. It was everything. The entire wonderful beautifully sensuous two hundred seventy-five pound of a remorsefully free body was enjoying every inch the man touched in her. This was not going to go on for a really long time. She knew this. She had already had two orgasms. She had never accomplished that even with her vibrator! She wanted the feeling of cumming around a dick again. Would that be possible? This

man had not cum yet. But he wasn't doing anything that would prevent him from cumming. Could he hold off, for a while longer? She came twice already. Wait a minute, she thought, he will have other opportunities to fuck me. Yes, that was a decision she would make right here, right now. He had already brought her to twice as many orgasm she had had in a long time. There was no guarantee she could accomplish another one. Now was the time to return to him. "Bob?" 

"Yes?" 

" I want you to cum." 

"You want me to cum?" 

"Yes! Fuck me hard till you empty your balls!" 

"Where do you want me to cum, Karla? Where?" 

She thought. She smiled. She answered. "Right where you are Bobby! I want you to allow every single drop of cum to enter my cunt, right where your dick already is." Faster friction, harder grunts. 

"Are you sure that is where you want my cum? Are you sure I can cum in your pussy?" 

"Oh yes! I am unable to get pregnant, and I want you to cum there!" 

Faster. Deeper. She remembered from the past this feeling. She remembered the dick suddenly seeming to get a little wider. Longer even. That seemed to be the sensation she felt with Bob's dick, longer. Wait. That was not his dick getting longer, was it? 

"I am...." 

"Oh yeah baby!! Empty it!!" 

What in the world was she feeling there??? 

..."going to...." 

"Cum on baby! Cum on!" 

Oh, it couldn't be? Could it? 

"...I am Cummmmmmiinnngggg!" 

"Oh. Oh gosh baby...!!! Sooo am IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!."

She felt his first spurt, but that was the only spurt she felt. The rest of his shot was being overshadowed by something else. Karla had had many orgasms during her lifetime, but this? This was not an orgasm. This was an explosion. This was a reenactment of Hiroshima. Live and personal. It was an event that did not allow her the opportunity to scream this time. She needed what breath she had in order to breathe. She knew quite a few things now. She knew exactly where her fallopian tubes were. She knew exactly where her ovaries where. She felt every fiber of her body. This, this was a glorious thing. She was cumming on a cock, and a cock was cumming inside of her. She vaguely had a mere thought that she hoped she was not choking Bob. They both whimpered. And as if on cue they both concluded. And they both sighed. 

Yes he did cum. A lot. It was running down the back of her ass now. This is not going to be forgotten. She became self conscious. Realizing that this man was only going to be a one night stand. He had gotten what he wanted from her. An easy piece of ass. And now he will never even be on the chat site anymore. What the heck was she saying? She just spent the last hour or so murdering her pity party. Did she really want to put herself back in prison by resurrecting the dead? 

"Bobby?" 

"Yes?"

"I want you to know, I am so glad I met you." 

"And I you, Karla. I will forever be grateful that I have been graced with the knowledge of your existence!"

"If that is the case, will you let me exist in your life forev..." 

Ring! Ring! 

A most familiar but definitely unwanted sound to her ears. "Oh damn!

"That is my cell phone!" She hurriedly reached for her purse. "I am sorry, I told my mom to call me only in case of an emergency. I guess that case came up!" Ring. 

"Oh don't worry. But I do hope everything is all right!" 

Finally she was able to rescue the phone from her purse. "Hello? Please make this important, Mom!" 

"Uh? hello?" 

It was not her Mom's voice, it was a man's. But it did seem to be a familiar one. "Is this Karla?" A male's voice. Where did she know this voice from? 

"Um, yes. Who is this please?" 

"Oh Karla! I am glad you are all right! I know I was late, and I thought I missed you, but I saw the car you described, and..." 

"Saw the car I...?" A realization. This man she was with, never once called himself Robert. "...Uh, who is this?" 

"You are a funny lady, aren't you? This is Robert. I am in the parking lot of the Club right now! Hey are you within walking distant? I have the key to a hotel..."



The Arrangement



It was just terrifying when my wife caught me surfing for porn. I thought she was asleep in bed and I was indulging myself as usual in front of my desktop computer. But for some reason she got up and I didn't hear her come into the study behind me until it was too late.

"And what exactly do you think you are doing?" she said. I thought I was going to faint. The blood rushed to my head and I panicked, pressing every key I could find. But the video just wouldn't go away. The big black guy was just easing his cock into the pussy of a rather ordinary looking mature lady. She was on her back, legs wide apart, massaging her clit.

"DON'T!" she shouted "Leave it alone. I want to see what turns you on these days Dave."

"Look I'm sorry..." I stammered "I just wanted to..."

"Oh shut up" Julie said "Don't start telling lies as well."

The big black guy was thrusting into the lady now, wobbling her huge boobs and making her gasp with each poke.

"He's a bit bigger than you isn't he Dave?" Julie said. "Don't you wish you had a cock like that?"

I didn't say anything. My wife sometimes taunts me about my lack of sexual prowess. This has the effect of making me lose my erection quite often, which just makes matters worse.

"She's enjoying that isn't she?" Julie went on. "I wonder if he'll give her a little black baby."

That was another taunt directed at me. We didn't have children. We never found out why because we weren't that keen to be parents anyway but she always hinted that it was me.

The black fellow suddenly pulled out of the mature lady's pussy and squirted his sperm all over her stomach and breasts. "Oh what a waste" Julie said, watching him squeezing the last drops out of his cock onto her bush.

"I suppose you were having a wank, were you?" she said.

"No, I was just..." I replied

"Shut up Dave, you disgust me." she interrupted. "Now I'm going back to bed and I suggest you find another bed in this house for tonight."

Well I was shaking after that episode. I helped myself to a large whisky and then went off to the spare bedroom. But I have to say I didn't get much sleep, and, after that roasting, I seriously thought she would divorce me.

Julie is scary. She hasn't always been scary. She was really quite meek and mild when I married her. I seduced her in a tent on holiday. She let me do all sorts of things and what's more she did whatever I asked! But for the last eleven years she's had a high powered job as Human Resources Manager with this big company in town and now she really thinks she's the big cheese. I heard that the staff call her "The Bitch". To be fair she looks the part, tall, short dark hair, quite a hard face, but sort of pretty too. Every day she wears a short black dress to work. She has a whole wardrobe of them. She does look spectacular in those black dresses. The summer dresses in particular are quite low cut which shows off her magnificent pair of boobs and all the dresses are slim fitting which leaves you in no doubt about her figure. She did a long course on Interview Technique some years ago and being questioned by her is something like being in a torture chamber. One of my mates called her a stuck up bitch. I wasn't supposed to hear that but I did, and what he said didn't really surprise me. There's a good joke -- "What is the difference between a slut and a bitch? A slut is a girl who will sleep with anyone and a bitch is a slut who won't sleep with you!"

Our relationship has gone downhill over the last few years or at least I think it has. We have sex once a week, on Saturday evenings. She just lets me take off her nightdress and fuck her. That's about it really. As I said, I'm not a great performer in the bedroom, but that is mostly because of her attitude.

I also have to confess that I probably couldn't perform at all without the little blue pill. I started taking these a year or two ago and they are fantastic! So when I get her nightdress off and look at her beautiful naked body I get really hard and it doesn't collapse on me until I've had her. But without the blue pills things don't always work out for me.

Relationships were distinctly frosty for some weeks after the video episode. Whilst I was permitted back into the martial bed, sex on Saturdays was completely off the menu.

It was a Saturday morning when my computer went down. I was just about to send an important email to a business colleague in Hong Kong when it just died on me. Right, what to do? I know, I'll use Julie's laptop, the one she takes to work every day. She was out shopping so I couldn't ask her permission. I just turned it on and soon I had my email away. I don't know why, but then I opened Internet Explorer and clicked on history. Oh my god! The silly cow didn't know about deleting history did she? There were all these sites, and every one of them interracial. I did a search next "*.jpeg". And all these photos came up. Jeez! One after another, there were hundreds! A small number showed white guys with huge cocks but the rest were black fellows with massive stiff cocks pleasuring neat little white girls! What's more there were three videos, and one of them was the very video I had been watching when she caught me!

Well I was truly shocked by that! Carefully I put her laptop back exactly where it had been and wondered what to do with my discovery. Should I confront her? Ask her if she wanted to be fucked by a big black cock? Maybe I should arrange something?

I decided to do nothing and to think about it. So I was careful not to mention anything at all that might let on that I had ever used her laptop, or that I knew anything about her little obsession. Every now and again I checked up on her and sure enough the library of pics was growing. I was staggered, my wife was into porn! I may be naïve but I really didn't think that female did porn, well only a very few of them.

After a couple of months I finally plucked up enough courage to get her nightdress off one Saturday evening. But all the time I kept thinking about what she really wanted. Looking down at her beautiful naked body while my cock slipped in and out of her neatly trimmed bush, my imagination went wild thinking about how she might react to having a big black guy in bed with her and what they would do together.

Then I began to seriously think about how I could fix something. I knew that if I suggested anything to her it just wouldn't work. There would be denials and she would just explode. Anyway I would have to confess that I had been using her laptop.

Of course I knew straight away who I could ask. It would have to be Josh. I had been in the army with him many years ago. We had both been platoon sergeants on the same unit and we thought the same way. After we left the army we kept in touch and went out now and again for a drink and to reminisce about the good old days. Of course there was the small problem of how to ask him if he wanted to fuck my wife! I pondered on this for a long time, thinking about all the different ways I could approach the subject.

It took me several months to work out what to say to Josh. There was of course always the possibility that he would say no. Then there would always be the embarrassment factor and I might even lose a friend. But I knew that, sooner or later, I would have to ask him.

He listened carefully as I told him about Julie and me. I told him about our rocky relationship and how distant she had become. Then I told him about what I had found on her computer. I said she needed something that I couldn't give her. But he might be able to.

I remember the smile slowly spreading over his face. "You want me to...er... make love to your wife?" he said. "In a special sort of way" I said, trembling slightly with excitement. Then I told him what I had in mind. His smile got bigger and bigger as I outlined the plan.

"That sounds like a lot of fun Dave" he said. "When do we do this?"

I told him to leave it a few weeks and wait for his invitation. Now all I had to do was fix it with Julie.

"You remember Josh, don't you?" I said. She nodded.

"Well I thought we could invite him to dinner." I said casually "Haven't seen him in ages. What do you think?"

There was just a momentary hesitation which made me think she could read my mind. "Sure" she said "Arrange it then."

"Saturday week?" I suggested.

Again there was a slight pause before she said "OK, I'll buy something good."

I rang Josh from the kitchen phone whilst Julie was there. We had a chat and then I invited him to dinner. Of course he accepted!

I put the phone down. "He wants to stay over, that's OK isn't it?" I said.

"No problem" Julie said "As long as you make up the spare bed."

So it was fixed. I waited until Julie was out and then rang Josh to go over the plan in detail. Mostly he just laughed. "You really think this will work?" he said "What happens if it doesn't?"

"Then I guess I'll be single again pretty soon" I said.

"If you are sure Dave" he said.

"I'm sure" I replied.

Waiting for Saturday was an ordeal. I shook with excitement every time I thought about what I had arranged with Josh.

Of course Josh arrived with a gigantic bunch of flowers for Julie. I mean huge. They must have cost a fortune. Julie was flustered about the flowers and blushed as she thanked him by kissing him on both cheeks.

Josh's seduction technique was almost embarrassing. All through the meal he was so attentive, flattering and helpful. He jumped to his feet to help with dishes and the serving of the food, disappearing into the kitchen with Julie from time to time. Afterwards he insisted on clearing up and even washed the dishes. He couldn't put a foot wrong.

We sat in the lounge and chatted for a while about all sorts of things. Josh sat next to Julie and she pulled her legs up onto the sofa in a provocative sort of way. At least it tied in with how she was behaving towards him. Or was it just my imagination? 

Finally it was time for bed. I showed Josh to his room. "Remember" I whispered "A couple of minutes after "Get on top""

"Sure" he said "You keep telling me -- stop worrying."

Julie was already in the shower when I went to our room and I showered after her. It was only when I got into bed that I noticed her new nightdress, a short black job, almost transparent. "Wow" I said, "That is really sexy"

"I wondered if you would notice" she said "Or whether you would just pull it off as usual..." She smiled at me in a way I hadn't seen for years.

I dimmed the bedside light. She hadn't picked her book as usual but lay on her back, legs slightly apart. She looked at me and wet her lips. I kissed her and she responded with her tongue, poking it in and out of my mouth. I felt her breasts and found the hard nipple under the flimsy fabric of the nightdress. Her hand slithered down to hold my stiff cock. I kissed her nipple through the nightdress and slipped my hand down over her stomach. The plan was working so far!

A few minutes later and the nightdress was on the floor in a crumpled heap. My fingers explored between her legs, slipping down through her neatly trimmed bush and between her lips. She moaned as I pushed two fingers into her, probing for her G spot. My thumb flicked over her clit and her hips bucked off the bed. "Oh yes" she whispered "Just like that, just there..."

"You know what we should do" I said softly, my lips nibbling at her ear "We should ask Josh to come in here and get into bed with us. You would enjoy that wouldn't you, sexy lady..."

Julie writhed on the bed, her eyes tightly shut. "Mmmmmm...." She moaned.

"He would be on one side of you and I'd be on the other" I went on "Our hands would roam all over your beautiful body, squeezing your nipples and down here too; you would be able to feel his huge cock pressing against your leg...you know he's going to fuck you, there's nothing you can do to stop him."

Julie's breath came in short gasps now as her imagination went wild. Her hand squeezed my cock tightly. "Yes, yes, I can feel it..."

"Then... my darling" I continued "We'd slowly pull your legs wide apart and Josh would kneel there, bending his massive black cock down to your dripping pussy..."

"Oh stop it" she gasped "I can't stand it, you randy bastard..."

Her pussy was really slippery now and my fingers whirled round her clit. "You feel his great big shiny knob pressing against your pussy, easing the lips apart..."

I took her earlobe in my mouth and whispered softly "I'd like to watch you darling" I said "I'd really like to watch you fucking with Josh, I want to see his huge stiff black cock sliding into you... watch your back arching in orgasmic pleasure..."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god" Julie gasped, her body shuddering.

"Maybe before he fucked you with that monster black cock" I went on "Maybe he'd go down on you and use his tongue on you like this..." Placing my hands on her knees I pushed her legs wide apart and buried my mouth in her pussy, slipping my tongue inside her and then up and over her clit. My fingers pinched her nipples, feeling their hardness. Julie moaned and moaned, her cries getting louder and louder.

"So it's time" I said, rolling onto my back "Now get on top and think of Josh's huge black pole..."

It was almost like the old days when she had been so compliant. Quickly she scrambled up and straddled me, taking my rigid cock in her hand. Then she sat down on me and I felt the warmth of her body envelop me. "Yes, yes" she whimpered "he would take me Dave, take me and fuck me, so hard, so hard..."

I thrust into her, pretending I was Josh. If I wasn't careful I'd cum inside her and it would all be over much too quickly. I hadn't seen her turned on like this for years and years.

"You know what should happen now" I said, holding her wobbling breasts and running my thumbs over the hard nipples "Josh should come in through that door, and then he would get on the bed behind you..."

Julie shuddered. "Oh yes" she said breathlessly as she rocked back and forth on my cock. 

"His massive cock is ready to take you Julie" I went on "Coming at you, touching your pussy, easing between your lips and..."

"Fucking me like the bitch I am" she gasped.

The bedroom door opened quietly and the light flooded in from the passage. Josh came in. He was wearing the white towelling robe from the spare room. Julie froze, breathing hard. "No" she said quietly "Not really, you couldn't..."

Josh came silently to the bottom of the bed, grinning at me. Then he undid the cord of his robe and let it fall open. Even in the dim light from the bedside tale lamp I could see his massive erection. He took a bottle out of the pocket of the robe and squirted a liberal quantity of lube into his hand. Still grinning he greased his cock with it, then dropped the robe off his shoulders onto the floor. The bed moved gently as he knelt on it, just behind Julie. His knees began to push her legs further apart.

"Oh my god no, no, really can't happen...." Julie gasped

But it was going to. I withdrew my cock from my wife's wet pussy. It fell onto my stomach with a slap. Josh put his hands on her hips and shuffled forward. My wife jumped as she felt his cock touch her lips. Then Josh took his cock in one hand and wiped it up and down her pussy, mixing the lube with her juices. Julie shuddered and she began to sway slowly back and forth. "No" She muttered, contradicting what her body was doing "You can't let him Dave, you can't let him fuck me, no, no..."

"Oh yes I can" I said quietly "You've wanted it for ages, now here it is Julie, the biggest, blackest, stiffest black cock you've ever seen..."

Josh was still teasing her with his shiny knob, pressing it against her pussy lips, threatening to part them and push his whole length into her. Julie slumped forward onto me, moaning quietly. But her backside was up, waiting for Josh to take her. I slid my hand down to her clit, feeling the little hard bump with my fingertips. I could feel Josh's cock there and now I took hold of it, gripping the shaft. Josh put his hands on her hips and slowly pushed forward.

"Now" I whispered into her ear "Here it is my darling, real black cock, all for you..." As I spoke I felt Josh's slippery cock sliding through the palm of my hand and into her wet pussy. "Aaaaargh" Julie moaned loudly and her pussy squelched as it enveloped him. "Oh Jeeeeeez!" she moaned "That is so huuuuuge!" Josh and Julie grunted together as he rammed the last few inches into her.

I pulled Julie's head down to my face. "Is that good Julie?" I whispered "How does real big black cock feel, deep inside you like this?" Julie moaned, her eyes tightly shut "Mmmmmmm...." She muttered "That feels so good, so big, so deep inside me..."

She couldn't help herself and began to rock her body gently back and forth, her wet and slippery pussy sucking at Josh's cock. "Yes" she gasped "Yes, oh yes, that's it, fuck my pussy just like that, Oh yes..." And now Josh was warming up. Holding her hips he began to reciprocate her rocking motion, easing his cock in and out of her as she swayed back and forth. "That's good" he muttered "So nice and tight, so wet and willing..."

Julie gasped as my fingers found her erect little clit. "Oh yessss!" she hissed "Just there...Oh yessss!" I started a circular motion with my fingers, round and round on her little bump. Then I found that I could massage her clit with the heel of my hand while my fingers pressed on her labia and tickled that most sensitive area to each side of a woman's pussy.

The action was getting a little more energetic now. Josh was gripping her hips more tightly and his gentle easing of his cock in and out of my wife pussy had become a firm thrusting. "Ugh!" Ugh!" Julie grunted in time with each stroke. Now she pushed up from me so as to let Josh fuck her better and deeper. Her big breasts swung slowly back and forth over me, her erect nipples brushing against my chest. Stretching down I could still reach her pussy with my right hand, cupping her whole cunt in my hand, curling my fingers round to press her labia against Josh's thrusting cock.

Josh growled gently and upped the pace a bit. Julie matched him, thrust for thrust, pushing back on his shaft, gasping, wriggling, moaning. Obscene sloshing and smacking sounds came from my wife's pussy as Josh continued to take her, harder and harder.

"Mustn't..." moaned Julie "Mustn't cum in me, can't let him Dave...mmmm!"

But I knew he would. There was no way this great mating was going to suddenly stop now. He would go on until he spurted his sperm deep into my wife's body, up into her womb, perhaps to fertilise her... and the danger of that excited me.

"Oh my god I'm gonna cum" gasped Julie "It's too much, too much, yes, yes, Oh, yes, there, fuck me Josh, fuck me, harder, HARDER, YES, YES,YES!!! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" Julie crashed into her orgasm, wriggling and writhing, her buttocks clenched tight as she fought to escape Josh's pounding thrusting cock. But Josh wouldn't let that pussy get away from what he was about to do. My wife's noisy climax had triggered him and he wanted to give her his seed. As Julie howled and struggled Josh gripped her hips tightly and pulled her against his waist. I knew then that this was the moment and that he was pumping his sperm into her. "Ugh, ugh, ugh, arrrrgh!" he shouted as his spurts of semen shot up into her body.

"Oh my god! oh my god!, NO, NO, NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!!" she shouted. But Josh just grinned from ear to ear. Then, he slowly withdrew his cock from Julie's sopping wet cunt. "Oh Jesus!" said Julie as he stood up. I could feel it now, his semen dripping out of her pussy down onto my cock and belly. Then Josh casually picked up the robe from the floor. "Catch ya later" he said quietly "And thanks, I really enjoyed that... your wife is a terrific fuck."




The Arrangement



"I have to go to the bathroom" Julie said as she scrambled off me. Then she turned "You realise I could be pregnant, don't you?" she said "How would we explain that -- me having a black baby?"

I didn't reply and she went off to wash herself. Some little while later she got back into bed, naked. "Ah" I thought "My turn..." But as I made my opening moves on her she turned her back on me. "You must be joking Dave... after that."

How cruel is that? She went to sleep and I was left nursing a massive hard on and feeling as randy as hell. I kept seeing Julie on her hands and knees astride me, her big breasts swaying and bumping back and forth as Josh pounded her wet pussy. Eventually, nursing my hard cock, I fell asleep.

I'm not a good sleeper at the best of times and I wasn't surprised to wake up a couple of hours later. What did surprise me was that Julie wasn't in the bed with me. At first I thought that she must be in the adjoining bathroom but there was no sound from there and obviously she had left the bedroom. Then it all came back to me, what we had done just a few hours ago. So where was she then? Of course I knew then where she had gone.

I put on my robe and went down the corridor to Josh's room, ever so quietly. The door was half open and the light was on.

I could hear them doing it long before I got to the door. Julie was in full cry, moaning and gasping, whilst Josh was grunting loudly. Carefully I pushed the door open until I could see through the hinged edge. My wife was stretched out on the bed, her arms above her head. Josh was on top of her, holding his weight up on his hands so that the only point of contact between them was his huge cock thrusting urgently into her wet pussy. "Yes, oh Yes..." she gasped "That's it, there, fuck me, fuck me, that's it, yes, yes,...ooooo!" Josh was getting up to full speed mating now, pounding Julie's pussy with his hard shaft. Sweat dripped off his face and chest onto Julie's naked body. "Urrrrgh" he growled as he ripped into her "Urrrrgh..." Julie responded by raking his back with her fingernails, digging them into his black flesh. "Yes, yes!" she went on "Come in me again Josh, come on, fuck me, fuck me..."

My cock went as hard as steel as I watched my wife's amazing sexual performance with Josh and I couldn't resist slipping my hand inside the robe to feel it. A few seconds later I was stroking it and I knew I was going to cum.

Somehow Josh managed to take the fucking to a higher level, sending Julie into a complete sexual frenzy. Her magnificent tits flapped violently up and down and her whole body was rocking in time with Josh, urging him on and on, to fuck her harder and faster. Her slurping pussy was milking that huge cock furiously, desperate to draw the sperm from it, just as nature intended.

I knew the climax was coming when Julie, screaming for him to fuck her, wrapped her long legs round Josh's waist and threw her arms round his neck. As their two sweating bodies became one Josh let out a mighty shout and banged his cock into her more slowly and deliberately. I knew then that he was cumming in her, injecting his second load of hot semen of the night. The very thought of it and the vision before my eyes, seeing my wife on her back with Josh's huge cock pumping her full of seed, this was all too much for me and I let my load go.

I continued to watch the writing bodies on the bed for a little while and then crept quietly back to the bedroom. It took a long time, but eventually I fell into a long dreamless sleep.

I overslept way past 9 o'clock, much later than usual. The room was bathed in sunlight and Julie was gone. I put on my robe and went downstairs. Julie was sitting at the table. "Hi" she said "You were sleeping well, so I left you"

"Is Josh up?" I asked.

"Oh, he said he had to leave early" Julie said "Playing golf or something I think he said. He left a couple of hours ago."

"Oh" I said, rather disappointed as I had hoped for a bit more fun this morning.

"That was quite a night, wasn't it?" I said, sitting down at the table.

Julie looked puzzled. "What?..." she said

"Er, you and Josh" I said. She still looked puzzled.

"What are you talking about?" she said

"You know" I went on, smiling sheepishly "What you did last night, with Josh."

"Are you suggesting" she said coldly "That Josh and I had sex last night..."

"I was there you know" I laughed "I organised it all, for you..."

"Really Dave, I think you should see a doctor" she said, staring at me "Your imagination has been getting a little out of control recently but this is too much. You seriously believe I let Josh..." she took a deep breath "...fuck me last night?"

"You loved it!" I exclaimed

"See a doctor Dave, and do it soon" she said as she left the room.

The End



The Arrangement



Tina and I moved to the city a couple of years after we got married.

Our new next door neighbours, William and Margaret, were very similar to ourselves, in as much as they too had only been married a short time, although they had lived together for a few years before tying the knot.

Tina and Margaret hit it off immediately and we soon became regular visitors to each others houses for drinks, meals, barbecues and suchlike.

It wasn't long before it became apparent that it was Margaret who wore the trousers in their house, metaphorically speaking, of course!

I noticed that William very rarely spoke out of turn in her presence and almost always agreed with whatever she said.

It was he who prepared the meals in their house and he did most of the housework too!

I thought this was a little strange.

Margaret was a very sexy and most attractive blonde who attracted men like bees round a honey pot. 

She had a most sophisticated manner and always seemed in complete control of whatever she was doing.

At parties and barbecues she was always surrounded by handsome men, all hoping to be her next conquest.

It hadn't escaped my attention that recently, my own beautiful young wife, Tina, could usually be found at Margaret's side, enjoying the attention, and flirting quite openly. 

She clearly enjoyed the ribald conversations and smiled shyly and demurely at the more suggestive jokes.

On these occasions William and I were usually kept busy cooking the steaks or pouring the drinks and generally making sure everybody was being looked after.

It was made quite clear to us, by Margaret, that it was our duty to do this and not to, "get in the way," as she so succinctly put it.

Although I found Margaret to be great company, I have to confess that I wasn't one of those men who fawned over her, hoping to get a date. 

In fact, I suppose you could say that I was a little bit afraid of her.

The truth is, that, although, in my opinion, I am reasonably good looking, I would have been highly embarrassed if she were ever to suspect that I was not exactly well endowed.

It was a condition that had been causing me increasing concern as time went on.

I knew that I was failing to satisfy the growing sexual demands that Tina, bless her, was trying hard to suppress. 

I suppose, being such a close friend of Margaret's, she was more aware of my shortcomings as a husband and lover.

Aged thirty two, I was eight years older than my very attractive wife who didn't hide the fact that she was obviously very impressed by Margaret's complete control over her husband.

William and Margaret were both the same age as me which made Tina the youngest in our little group.

It intrigued me to watch how blatantly Margaret would have nights out on her own, with or without "the girls." 

Recently, Tina had been her companion on many of her jaunts and I was becoming a little concerned about what they had been getting up to and who they were meeting on their "nights out."

On returning home, Tina never said where they had been and when pressed, she would accuse me of not trusting her.

I couldn't stand the pangs of jealousy which I, increasingly, had to endure.

William, a really nice guy, just seemed to accept the fact that his wife could do whatever she wanted, whether he liked it or not.

I suppose that I suspected that William knew that his wife was unfaithful, but it didn't seem to upset him. What was obvious, was that William, adored his philandering wife and nothing was going to change that. 

Oh well, it was really none of my business, or was it? 

I was becoming increasingly suspicious that Margaret was grooming Tina to become just like her.

Then it happened. 

Tina phoned me at the office to say that she was going shopping with Margaret and that they would be staying out and having supper at a little Italian restaurant that was a favourite of Margaret's. 

She said that she had left a ham salad for me on the kitchen table and before I could ask her anything, she hung up.

Margaret and Tina had been going out quite a lot lately and I was beginning to suspect that Tina rather enjoyed their little "nights out."

Supper, alone, was pretty depressing, especially as my imagination started to take over and I began to ask myself why Margaret wanted Tina to herself that evening.

By 10pm, I was beginning to worry that something was wrong.

There was no way I could contact her. 

Neither of us had a mobile phone, so I couldn't call her. 

I had once heard of a mobile phone being described as the modern version of a ball and chain and no way did I fancy that.

Around 10.30pm I heard a car stop outside and by the time I got to the window, Tina was walking up the path to the front door.

Once inside she immediately threw her arms around my neck and said, 

"Thank you darling for letting me have such a lovely evening with Margaret."

Kissing me she then spun around to display the silky sexy new dress that she had bought at Margaret's insistence.

"Wow." I blurted out, taking in the sexy vision before me. "Have you been wearing that since you bought it?"

"Yes, yes, oh, I know you will think it's too suggestive, but Margaret said, it was about time I started to realise that I was an attractive woman and that I could have men fighting for my favours, if, I loosened up a bit."

"What do you mean," I stuttered.

"Well, she said that it was quite obvious to her and William that I needed to be let off the leash a bit more and lead a more exciting life than I do at present.

She said that I was not realising my true potential as a sexy young woman. I was really taken aback that she knew exactly how I had been feeling lately.

I told her that you would never allow me to have the sort of freedom that she was given by Bill, and she laughed, saying that things were about to change now that she knew about our little problem.

I told her that you would be hurt if you thought that I might enjoy the company of other men."

I stood there not knowing how to react. I wondered what she meant by, "our little problem."

Then before I could speak, Tina told me that Margaret was waiting in the car and wanted to speak to me.

"What does she want to speak to me about?" I stuttered again.

Opening the front door and waving to Margaret to come in, Tina replied, "I'm not quite sure, but I think it's about our relationship."

A few minutes later and Margaret was sitting on the sofa.

Carefully adjusting her tight, figure hugging skirt, she made herself comfortable.

Looking at me straight in the eye and patting the seat beside her, she said, "Jamie, come here and sit beside me. 

Tina, I think you should go upstairs to bed, this may take some time and I don't want you to be upset at what I have to say to Jamie."

Tina bit her lip before kissing me gently and as she climbed the stairs to our bedroom she looked back and said quietly and with feeling, "Please understand, darling, I do love you, very much, very much indeed."

Noticing that I was flustered, Margaret wasted no time in coming to the point.

"Jamie, I know you love Tina, but how much do you love her?

She loves you, she told me that, and I believe her.

Do you love her enough to let her enjoy the company of men who could satisfy her frustrated, sexual needs?"

I was aghast.

"You see, she told me all about your little secret. 

Jamie, you know, you aren't the first man to have a tiny penis and a lack of control when making love. 

Tina said that both of you were virgins on the day you were married, is that true?"

Flabbergasted and stunned at what I was hearing, I could only nod my head in the affirmative.

Margaret continued.

"If it is true, then I must say that it wasn't very commendable that you didn't think it was important enough for you to tell her of your inexperience.

In fact I also think that you should have confessed to having a particularly small penis. 

You have deliberately and deceitfully entrapped your lovely wife into a marriage where sexual satisfaction is virtually impossible, at least for her.

Listen, Tina needs to be able to enjoy sex for sex's sake and feel satisfied, and you are not capable of doing that for her.

She needs someone to give her what she needs and not to feel guilty in the process. Sexual satisfaction may not be everything in a successful marriage, but it is a very, very important ingredient.

You must agree to let her decide, whether or not, she would like to have sex with another man of her choosing. It's as simple as that!"

I just sat there, speechless. 

I am sure my mouth must have been wide open in disbelief at what I had just heard.

The tension which had been building up in me just erupted as I stood up and in a loud voice cried.

"No! No! No! I could never agree to that, never! I won't have Tina cheating on me. She is my wife, not someone else's whore! 

Please, never ever make that suggestion to me again! 

I want you to leave, now!"

Grabbing my arm, Margaret pulled me back down on to the sofa beside her.

Speaking softly, she said.

"Calm down Jamie, Tina is not a whore and there is no way that she will be anything other than a good wife to you. 

Just admit that you are unable to give her what she needs and as a good and loving husband you will accept her decision whatever that may be. Think about it, she's not going to leave a loving and understanding husband who allows her to play around whenever she feels like it, is she?"

Shaking my head, unable to comprehend what was happening to me, I was about to object to the way Margaret was treating me, here in my own house, when she continued.

"What you must do, is first of all, control your stupid jealousy. 

Then you must convince Tina that you would not object to her finding a suitable lover to give her the sort of attention that you are so obviously unable to provide her with.

You must never ever let her suspect that you do not want her to have a free hand in flirting with men who she finds attractive.

She has to feel confident that you love her so much that you really want her to find someone to satisfy her needs.

I can assure you that if you really do love Tina, you will soon be grateful for the pleasure that she will get from other men. 

In fact I predict that you will very soon be begging her to take many more lovers, because although it will be extremely painful for you, you will soon look forward to savouring that special mixture of pain and pleasure that you will begin to experience from her adventures."

My heart was thumping as I tried to digest what she was telling me.

Here was my wife's best friend telling me that I was a rotten husband and lover and that Tina deserved better, at least in the sex department.

Feeling completely confused, I could not quite understand why I should find the possibility of Tina cuckolding me, more than a little exciting, and yet, at the same time, filling me with feelings of deep jealousy.

I knew that I certainly didn't want to risk losing Tina, I loved her too much for that, oh, God....

Margaret must have realised that she now had me, where she wanted me, and that was, under her control.

She even got me to promise her that I would convince Tina that my fantasy had always been to see her enjoying sex with other men, as I was so disappointing in that respect. 

I was to convince her that it excited me so much to see her happy and satisfied and that I looked forward to this next chapter in our marriage. 

She must never realise that I was so jealous and that I really hated the idea of her being with another man. 

She had actually ordered me to overcome my stupid jealousy!

Sharply, she said.

"Just one other thing Jamie, who is it that makes breakfast in your house?"

"Tina does, why?"

"Well from tomorrow that will be your job, you will make breakfast and serve it to your lovely wife in bed, do you hear me?"

Standing up, Margaret said that we should continue the discussion the next day in order to let me ponder on the subject.

I didn't speak, I couldn't, and I didn't even say goodnight as I ushered her out of the house.

Seething, and trembling from shock I slowly climbed the stairs leading to our bedroom.

Incredibly, Tina was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the unacceptable position that I now found myself in.

My mind was in a turmoil as I undressed and lay down on the bed beside my beautiful wife. 

I must have lain awake for hours trying to understand how my whole outlook on life had been so cruelly challenged.

Somehow I must have eventually fallen asleep, drained of any self respect and fearful of what the morrow held in store for me.



The Arrangement



"So what do you think?"

Ruth bit her lip. The studio apartment was tiny, no larger than a box-standard hotel room. The location, however, was perfect. 

"Bills are inclusive, there's free Wi-Fi and residents get a key to the basement gym. Did you take a peep at that?"

"Not yet," she smiled.

"It's excellent. You'll like it." The smartly-dressed man, holding iPad and keys, peered at Ruth through thick glasses. "So, you're a student?"

"Yes." She smoothed down her dress, conscious of the creases. "Is that a problem?"

"Not if you can afford London N1. Are your parents paying?" 

"No," she said flatly. "I have an income." 

"Oh?" 

"Bar work. Near here, actually."

"Convenient. And your college?"

"UCL. Just around the corner." 

"So this is ideal," he nodded, "if you can afford it." 

Ruth drew a breath. The apartment was way above her price range and the man holding the keys knew it. "May I look around?" she asked, trying to sound confident.

"By all means."

The room was stylishly furnished, well-equipped, and the thoughtful layout made the most of the limited space. Ruth sighed, "It's so quiet." 

"Well, it's the top floor and the walls are well insulated. It's south facing too, nice and bright."

"Yes. It's lovely." 

She trailed her fingertips over the gleaming worktops and chrome appliances in the bijou kitchenette. How different from the squalid little flat she currently shared. Everything there was covered in filth. The cooker was so dirty she daren't use it. 

Plonking herself down on the bed, Ruth tested its firmness. Her cleavage wobbled as she bounced up and down. 

The man's gaze followed her movements. "It's got drawers underneath," he said, clearing his throat, "for storage."

"So it's built in?" 

"Yes." He eyed her suspiciously. "You seem disappointed."

"No. Storage is good."

"Hmm. Don't forget to look at the view. It's a feature of this appartment." 

"View?" Moving to the sash window, Ruth held aside the nets. "A garden," she exclaimed. "I didn't expect that."

"It's private." A key was held aloft. "This lets you in."

"Wow!" Gazing out, Ruth imagined lazy mornings standing in her quiet apartment with the window flung wide to let in the sun. She'd sip fresh ground coffee while watching over her piece of Eden, right in the heart of London. Her mind drifted. It was another world. Her current flat overlooked a busy main road and the windows were all nailed shut.

"Your hair shimmers in the sunshine." 

The voice whispered close to her ear and fingers touched her soft curls. 

"Do you mind!" Ruth gasped, spinning around.

"Please, don't take offence. You have golden strands in your hair and when you smile you looked like an angel."

Ruth edged backwards.

"What were you thinking? May I ask?"

"That depends," she frowned. "Are you the owner or agent?" 

"Owner. Daniel."

"Daniel," her voice softened. "I like that name. I'm Ruth."

"I know." 

"Of course you do." Her piercing blue eyes fixed upon him. "I like your apartment, Daniel. I really do, but..." Her lip quivered. "I'm sorry," she stammered, her painted lashes fluttering as tears stung her eyes. 

Daniel shook his head. "You can't afford it, can you?"

"No," she uttered, shamefaced. "I booked a viewing to see if it was possible to...urm...add a second bed or a bunk."

"Sub-let?" 

Ruth shifted awkwardly. "I want to live here, but I need help with the cost."

"My advert specifies one person," he reminded her, his irritation evident. "The contract is for one, the bills are worked out around one, the gym..."

"I know. I'm sorry." Looking up, she saw her own dejected face reflected in Daniel's glasses. "Look, I know it's cheeky, but is there any room for negotiation?"

"On the rent?" Daniel snorted. "This is a prime location. The rent is what it is."

Ruth shrugged, "I had to ask." Suddenly the floodgates opened and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry. You'll make those pretty blues all red." He fished a clean linen handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it to Ruth.

"Thank you," she sniffed, forcing a smiled. "I'm sorry, I'm a bit emotional. I've been given notice to leave my flat. I hate living there, I'll be glad to see the back of it, but I've only got a week to find somewhere else." 

"And?" 

Ruth folded the handkerchief and handed it back. "I can't find anywhere affordable. Nothing. I thought with no transport costs and if I shared..."

"I can't allow sub-letting, sorry." Daniel looked her up and down, pity in his eyes. He played with the keys in his hands, twisting them, turning them, clearly mulling something over. 

"I'll be on my way," Ruth breathed. "I'm sorry I wasted your time."

"Wait. Ruth." He hesitated, his gaze returning to the wild curls cascading down to her shoulders. "I may have a solution to your problem."

Ruth's eyes sparkled. "Really? What?"

"Tell me, can you keep secrets?"

"Pardon?"

"Simple enough question. Can you keep things to yourself?"

"I'm not sure I understand why you're asking?" she frowned. "But, yes."

"Good. Are you open minded?"

"I guess so. Why?"

"Prudish?"

Panic flapped fledgling wings. "Where's this leading?"

Daniel stroked his chin. "Ruth, I think you and I can come to an arrangement." 

Folding her arms across her chest, she cocked her head. "Go on."

Daniel leaned back against the wall. He ogled Ruth's body, leering at her soft curves and rounded mounds. His gaze lingered on her slender legs before slowly traveling back to her face. 

"I'm waiting," she prompted.

"Here's the deal. I'll give you a fifty percent reduction on the rent in exchange for certain...favours." 

"Favours? What favours?"

Placing his iPad on the kitchen worktop, Daniel stepped towards her. "What do you think?"

"Sex?" Ruth gaped. "Who do you think you are?"

"Someone who's trying to help you." Daniel stroked her shoulder then, gently, his fingertips traced her collar bone. "It's an excellent deal."

"For a whore! I'm not for sale!" Ruth slapped his hand away and charged for the door. "Get off me," she shrieked as Daniel grabbed her wrist.

He released her at once. "Okay, okay, my mistake."

Ruth turned, hands on her hips. "Do you know what I study? Huh? Do you? Medicine. I'm a fucking trainee doctor, top of my class."

"So you're better than me? Is that it?" Daniel laughed. "Look at you - cheap dress, scuffed shoes, fake designer handbag. A student loan and a bar job don't go far, do they?"

Ruth's cheeks burned. 

"You need me," he scoffed. "The last tenant living here was like you. Not a penny to her name but she wanted to live like the rich kids, the ones whose daddies were doctors or lawyers with six figure salaries. And you know what? She did - with my help."

"I'm not like her."

"I think you are. I think you're the same. Clever, ambitious and broke. You've got the wrong parents, you don't move in the right circles. Trainee doctor? I drink with half of London's eminent medical professionals. I can open doors for you." He gazed at her hair again. "Such a beautiful colour. Is it natural or dyed?"

Ruth didn't answer.

"You can leave if you want. The door's open."

"I'm thinking."

"You're very beautiful, if you don't mind me saying, and I'm not repulsive, am I?"

Ruth pursed her lips. Daniel had to be pushing sixty. His hair was receding, his skin lined but his suit was handmade and those expensive designer glasses gave him a certain charm. She noted the gold jewellery, Rolex watch and spotless Gucci shoes. He oozed wealth. 

"No," she said, her eyes darting back to his face, "you're not repulsive." 

"So, what are you thinking?"

Shaking back her wild curls, Ruth stood tall. "I have a counter offer."

"Oh? I'm listening." 

"Fifty percent off the rent for a blow job. If you want penetrative sex, I live rent free."

Daniel grunted and shook his head. "Ruth, Ruth, that's not the deal."

"Take it or leave it," she stated, determination in her eyes.

"You're a feisty one. Not sure I can break you."

Eyes moist with tears again, Ruth smiled weakly. "I'm already broken."

Her statement was true. Ruth had worked doggedly to achieve the grades she needed to secure her place at University. But London living was beyond her means. Her student loan was maxed out, she'd been turned down for a hardship fund and if she took extra shifts at the bar, she wouldn't have enough time to study. 

Clever but broke, as Daniel had surmised, Ruth was facing the prospect of abandoning her dreams due to lack of funding. If she couldn't resolve her situation, quickly, she'd have to return to her bleak council flat and a mother who'd blame herself for her daughter's demise. It was unbearable to think of, but what choice did she have? Ever heard of a medical student living in a homeless shelter?

"I need this apartment," she announced, stemming her emotion. "I'll give you a week's rent in advance."

"Now?" 

"Yes," her voice trembled, "if you agree to my terms." 

"Show me what I'll get for my money. Then I'll tell you if I agree."

Ruth narrowed her eyes. "How do I know the arrangement's real?"

The smug expression on Daniel's face answered her question. She didn't know. There'd be no guarantees. She could well be agreeing to screw a sleazy stranger for nothing. But what if it was real? 

No more thinking. Ruth had to act. 

Sinking to her knees, she unbuckled Daniel's belt and unzipped his fly. His trousers dropped unceremoniously to his ankles. Daniel's cock tented against his boxers, a damp patch on the silk betraying his arousal. The distinct aroma of sex swamped Ruth's nostrils as she eased his shorts down.

Daniel's cock stood proud and throbbing, the blood-filled tip glistening with pre-cum. Without hesitation, she sucked it into her mouth. It was just a cock, no different from any other, and sucking it was a means to an end. That's what she told herself as she swirled her tongue over the fleshy tip, lapping up the secretions.

"Oh, that feels good. I knew you'd see sense. Good girl." Daniel's hands held her head, his fingers curling in her hair. "Oh...yes."

Lips sealed around his helmet, Ruth sucked hard. It had been a while since she'd sucked cock, and she'd missed it. Shutting out thoughts of who she was blowing, she gave in to the pleasure of it. The cock throbbed, the veins pulsing deliciously against her tongue. Grasping the shaft, she eased back Daniel's foreskin and flicked her tongue over his hole. The eye opened, yielding more pre-cum which Ruth eagerly swallowed.

Tiny spasms ripped through Ruth's pussy. Her body twitched.

"You're aroused, aren't you my little angel?" Daniel teased. "I knew you would be. Filthy slut."

Another spasm, far greater in intensity made Ruth quiver from head to toe. Heat built between her legs as her inner fires were stoked by the sinful depravity of what she was doing. She'd never so much as kissed a stranger before, let alone blown them. Tingling with naughtiness, she sucked down, harder.

Without warning, Daniel abruptly pushed her away. "You're going to make me cum. It's too soon," he snapped. "Stand up." 

Ruth blinked at him, shocked by his forcefulness.

"Strip. Let me see you naked. No, wait." Daniel slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. He folded them neatly onto a chair then hung his jacket and tie on the back. Wearing just his shirt, he returned his attention to Ruth. "Okay, now strip." 

Kicking off her shoes first, Ruth unzipped her dress and wriggled her hips till it dropped to the ground. 

"Stop!" Daniel edged closer, his fingers trailing over the white cotton bra that cradled Ruth's ample breasts. "Pure and innocent."

"Not very sexy," Ruth stammered.

"Oh, but it is." Stooping, he kissed the crook of her neck. 

The kiss was surprisingly tender and Ruth couldn't help but like it. More kisses followed, dancing across her shoulders and down to her breasts. 

Daniel reached behind her to unclasp her bra. "Oh yes...beautiful." His fingers stroked her soft orbs and pinched her nipples. 

Arousal burning, Ruth fumbled with his shirt buttons, popping each one until the garment hung loose. She waited as Daniel shrugged it off, then stood perfectly still as he slid down her panties. 

The two of them stood naked in the middle of the room. Strangers who'd met each other less than half an hour previously. It was as surreal as it was immoral, but Ruth's pussy ached. Fingers touching her delicate slit, she found it wet with juices. 

"Look what you did to me," she purred, holding up a glistening digit.

"Horny slut," he moaned. "Here." He held out a foil-wrapped condom. "I always carry one in my shirt pocket," he smirked. "Just in case."

A smile creasing her mouth, Ruth ripped the packet and deftly unrolled the slippery rubber over Daniel's cock. Taking his hand, she pulled him to the bed and eased him down on top of her. Daniel was a large man, good living showed on his waistline, but his cleanly-shaved torso was reasonable toned and his arms surprisingly muscular. 

"Oh, glasses," she breathed, carefully removing them from his face and placing them on the nightstand. "Now take me."

Daniel's weight came down on her, pinning her to the bed. His thick, throbbing cock stabbed at her, pushing against her slit and begging for entry. Roughly lifting her knees, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and thrust again. Ruth's puffy lips parted and Daniel's thick meat penetrated her in one fluent movement. He thrust hard, sinking his penis right down to the root. 

"Oh..oh..." Ruth groaned as her tight tunnel stretched to accommodate him. She wasn't used to the sensation. She rarely partied, so sex wasn't a regular occurrence. 

Daniel withdrew, then thrust again. Sweat beaded on his skin as he pounded her, hard and deep. 

"Switch," Ruth gasped, not wanting him to tire. "Me on top."

Horny and needy, Ruth rolled him over and mounted him. She lined up his cock, letting it press against her slit in a most delightful way, before slowly, steadily impaling herself. The friction, the squeeze, the heat were phenomenal. Taking him deep, she rocked her hips, crying out as his penis stroked her g-spot.

"Oh fuck!"

The bed creaked as her gyrations became more urgent. Her need to cum growing, she arched her back and rode him faster, harder, flinging her body with wild abandon. 

"Oh...oh...yes!" A crippling spasm snapped her cunt shut like the jaws of a rabid animal. "Oh Daniel," she screeched, "you're fantastic!"

The enjoyment was real, but the words, forced. 

Daniel was no fool. Ruth squealed as he dislodged her roughly.

"That's not going to win any Oscars, and it's only worth a small rent reduction," he snarled.

Ruth gawped. Juices dripped from her cunt and her skin was flushed. She was horny and loving the base fucking, but Daniel wasn't. Why not? Her mind whirred...of course; he wanted to break her, didn't he? 

She lowered her head, defeated. "Take what you want from me," she whispered. "I'm a bad girl. Punish me."

"I don't want to punish you. I'm not into that. I simply want sex with me to be different, special. Offer me something you've never given before."

Faltering, Ruth gaped, "Like what?"

"Ever had anal?"

She shook her head.

A lecherous smile licked at Daniel's lips. 

"No, no...I can't."

"That tight little virgin ass of yours might be worth free rent."

Closing her eyes, Ruth uttered, "Take it." Her lips trembled. "Do it now, before I change my mind." 

"With pleasure. I'm going to enjoy this."

Grabbing a pillow to hug, Ruth raised her ass in the air. She shuddered as fingers stroked her tightly closed bud. With juices from her dripping cunt lubricating the taught skin, Daniel eased his middle finger inside her opening. He worked it, wetting it, opening it wider, easing more fingers inside. The intrusion felt alien but not unpleasant.

Panting excitedly, Daniel moved up behind her. Something new pressed against Ruth's opening. It pushed, hard, forcing its way inside her with burning friction. Grunting softly, Daniel slowly sank his cock inside Ruth's snuggest hole. 

"Oh yes, you're so tight, so fucking tight." 

Ruth gripped the pillow. Her ass was on fire, her pussy throbbing. The initial penetration was slow and gently. The fucking after that was anything but. Grasping her hips tightly, fingernails digging into her flesh, Daniel slammed his cock into Ruth's virgin ass, hard and fast, over and over. He ravished her, taking everything, and Ruth fucking loved it! 

She was in heaven. There was no other way to describe it. She gave in to the filthy, sleazy moment, bucking and thrashing as she climaxed again, this time, taking Daniel with her. Loud grunts preceded his ejaculation, then his body tensed and jolted as he spurted inside her ass. 

Ruth barely noticed. Her own orgasm consumed her, but she found the mental strength not to let her pleasure show. If Daniel wanted to be lord and master, she'd better play along.

"Oh ow...please stop now, please," she cried, most convincingly. 

She hurt a little, yes, but the sex hadn't been as uncomfortable as she'd expected. In truth, she'd thoroughly enjoyed it. 

Daniel withdrew. Sitting back on his haunches, he peeled off the condom, proudly showing Ruth the copious, sticky, white contents. "I haven't come that hard for a while," he panted, wiping the sweat from his brow. "That was something."

"Worth free rent?" she asked coldly.

"I get this once a week, you know that?"

"Yes. The agreement?"

Daniel leered at her. "No-one else gets your ass, or any other piece of you. Clear?"

"And I live here for nothing?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it nothing."

She arched an eyebrow, "You know what I mean."

"Yes. No contract, of course. It's all done on trust."

"I trust you."

"Then we have a deal." Daniel rummaged in his jacket pocket, his hand emerging with the keys. "Yours, I believe," he smiled. "We're going to have fun together Ruth. Lots of fun."

When Daniel headed for the bathroom, Ruth flopped onto her back, her arms outspread. She'd done it, the apartment was hers. No imminent threat of homelessness, no horrid commute on the underground or loudmouthed partying flatmates. Even her hours at the bar could be reduced. A little at least.

And the price of security? Sex with Daniel. No real hardship. Lisa had said he was a puppy dog if played right. He was honest and faithful, too. Lisa had lived rent free for almost two years before moving out to live with her boyfriend. 

Daniel had been right about Ruth; she and her predecessor were alike. In fact, they were friends. Ruth knew all about Daniel, and the arrangement he'd made with Lisa. She knew all along he was the answer to her prayers - if she could ensnare him.

"Job done," Ruth whispered, hugging herself.

Daniel returned, wet from a shower, with a huge, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled at Ruth as she squirmed naked on the bed, the sunlight bouncing off her pale skin and golden hair.

"You really are an angel," he sighed. "Same time next week? Shall we make this our day?"

Ruth nodded. "Sounds good. You'll find I'm an excellent tenant, Daniel."

"I dare say. I was wondering, Ruth, would you, er...would you like to go out sometime? Dinner perhaps? Or a club? I'm a member of some excellent clubs."

"I'd like that," she smiled sweetly. "Very much. Of course, I'll need a new dress." 

Daniel caressed her arm. "Naturally."

"And shoes."

"Let's not forget the handbag," he added, jovially. "I'll see that you have some spending money. Look after me and I'll look after you."

"I know you will." Ruth planted a kiss on his cheek. Her day couldn't have gone better.



The Arrangement



It's very hard for me to figure out where to start when recalling the events that led up to last night. This whole experience has been unbelievable for me and I am still trying to figure out what to make of it or why it happened to me. All I do know is that I am glad that it happened to me. I will try to tell my story in vivid detail from start to finish soon enough. First, I would like to tell you a few things about myself.

My name is Marcus, for this story all that you need to know is my first name. I am a 22 year old single black male. I graduated from the University of California and I am currently an out of work actor. I work out religiously and I think that it shows. I love sex with all different kinds of women. Every Friday night I go to this club called Angel's looking for a good time. I have met plenty of beautiful women there and have gone home with more than a few. Anyway, this place Angel's… this is where my story begins.

On the night of February 8, which was a Friday, I went into Angel's to unwind and maybe hook up with a beautiful woman for the evening. I danced with a few girls to loosen up a bit. I looked around the room to see if anybody was checking me out. As I scanned the room, I noticed a few girls smiling at me. I thought to myself that I had some great possibilities for the night. That's when I noticed him. Standing by the entrance door to the club was a balding, middle aged white man. He was about in his mid forties, that's how it looked anyway. He had on a suit and tie and was carrying a briefcase. Damn he stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd! What bothered me most was that he watched my every move. I tried to ignore him but his eyes stayed transfixed on me. I started to go over and ask what his problem was, but then I thought to myself that he might be a gay man trying to pick me up. I got nervous and walked towards the bar.

As I approached the bar I was glad to see my favorite bartender Veronica. She's a sexy 23 year old blonde with a great smile. 

"Let me have a rum and coke Veronica" I said with a smile.

"Hey Marcus, what's up tonight?" she smiled back.

I talked with Veronica for awhile while I drank my rum and coke. We were joking and laughing like we always do. I started to get a little buzz and then I heard her ask me a strange question.

"Who's your new friend Marcus?" she asked with a sly grin.

Confused and thrown off by the question I followed her eyes across the room and noticed that the man in the suit was still glaring at me. The only difference was that he was a lot closer than he was last time. He was watching me, looking me up and down like I was an object that he was about to purchase. I couldn't take it anymore, I got up and walked to the edge of the dance floor to meet him.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you staring at me. Is there a problem?" I asked in a rude way, hoping to chase him away.

He stood there for the next few seconds not saying anything, just staring at me. I was almost convinced now that he was gay.

"Is there some kind of problem?" I repeated.

"No… no problem at all." He said in a calm manner. "The name is Winesap, Peter Winesap. I would like to talk to you for a few minutes if I may?"

I was staring him up and down now, not knowing what to make of him.

"Mr. Winesap, I'm flattered and all, but I just don't swing that way." I said in all seriousness.

He gave me a confused look and then let out a laugh. "Oh no sir, I'm afraid that you misunderstand my intentions. I am here to talk to you about a business arrangement if you are interested."

"A business arrangement?" I said trying to understand what he was talking about.

"Yes sir, may we have a seat?" he was pointing over to one of the small tables beside the bar.

Reluctantly I followed him over to the table and took a seat across from him. He called the waitress over, ordered a scotch on the rocks for himself and told her to bring me another of what I was having. I started to ask him what kind of arrangement he was looking for, but when I looked up he was still glaring at me.

"Oh yes, I think they will be very satisfied with you" he said.

"They?" I asked as my confusion grew. "Mr. Winesap, what in the hell is going on?"

He stared at me for almost a full minute before he spoke. "Young man may I ask your name?" he asked. 

"Marcus" I answered cautiously.

"Marcus…" he hesitated, obviously waiting for a last name.

"Just Marcus" I said, letting him know that I wasn't going to tell him anymore.

"Well Marcus, how open minded are you?" he seemed to be looking around to make sure that no one was overhearing this.

Once again I considered reminding him that I wasn't gay, but my curiosity got the best of me." I think I'm pretty open minded" I replied.

"Would you have sex for money?" he asked in a casual manner.

The question caught me offguard. When I first saw him, I thought that he was a gay man trying to hook up with me for the night. Just as I started to think that there was something more to this, he asked me that question and now my mind raced with anger. I am not a homophobe and I have nothing against gays, but at the same time I am not gay and his persistence was starting to annoy me. 

It was almost as if he could read my mind through the expression on my face and he cut me off before I could speak. "I assure you sir, this is nothing of a homosexual nature. However, my clients may be interested in making an arrangement with you."

"Clients?" I raised an eyebrow. "Are you a lawyer?"

"Oh no" he smiled. "Let's just say I take care of personal needs for a very wealthy and popular couple."

His vagueness definitely had my attention. "Personal needs?" I asked as I raised up in my chair.

"Yes, well like I said I am here on behalf of a very wealthy couple. Let's just say that they are looking for a little company." He took a sip of his drink as he watched my reaction.

"Why me?" I asked. "I mean, it's almost like you came in here searching for me."

" I was instructed to look for a certain kind of gentleman and you fit the bill perfectly." He flashed a half grin at me.

Now I was starting to read between the lines. "So this couple, they are looking for a black man?" I asked.

"Preferably a young, muscular, well groomed black man. Like I said, you fit the bill perfectly" he said now wearing a full smile.

Of course! I had heard of this type of thing before. Sometimes married white couples would go into clubs and try to pick up a young black man for a threesome. More often though, some rich white man would pay a young brother to have sex with his wife while he jerked off. I had always thought that those stories were bullshit, but now the same scenario was looking me right in the eye. I started to wonder who this mystery couple could be. I mean to have to send someone out to make sexual propositions for them, they must be pretty high up on society's ladder.

I mulled over the proposition for a few minutes and then I said "I'm sorry Mr. Winesap, I think you've got the wrong guy." Then I started to get up from the table.

"Oh, I haven't even mentioned the fee for your services yet." He blurted the words out trying to get my attention.

"Fee?" I stopped dead in my tracks and sat back down. Whenever an out of work actor hears words like "fee" it gets his attention.

"Oh yes, my clients are quite willing to offer you a healthy fee for your time and services." He continued.

"What kind of money are we talkin about here Mr.Winesap?" I tried to focus through all of the smoke and club music.

"Five thousand dollars for your services, and another thousand to keep your mouth shut. That means no talking to anyone. If this were to get out then my clients would be ruined." His voice took on a serious tone.

My mouth went dry as I thought about the figure that he just threw out at me. I had a lot of reservations about this whole deal, but six thousand dollars could pay off a lot of bills. My curiosity was getting the better of me and finally I had to ask the question.

"Who am I dealing with Mr. Winesap?" I looked him right in the eye as I asked him.

His eyes locked with mine. "You'll know soon enough if you take the job. Until that time I'm afraid that information will have to remain a secret. Discretion is in my clients' best interest."

"When would this whole thing happen?" I asked.

"Monday night, It has to be Monday night." He replied.

Although I was curious about why it had to be Monday, I could see that he was growing impatient waiting for my answer. There were a lot of unknowns I thought to myself, but I needed the money very badly right now.

"Alright Mr. Winesap" I extended my hand. "It's a deal."

"Wonderful! My clients will be so pleased!" he shook my hand and smiled.

"I guess you will be in touch with me before Monday for the final arrangements?" I asked, really wondering about the money.

He wrote a number down on a piece paper torn from a notebook pad and handed it to me. "Here's my number call me Monday morning for the details."

I looked down at the number that he had scribbled on the piece of paper. I looked back up, getting ready to ask exactly when I would receive this fee when I saw him opening his briefcase. He pulled out a regular sized manilla envelope and handed it to me.

"In this envelope is three thousand dollars, half of what is owed to you. You will receive the other half after the service is complete." He explained.

I grabbed the envelope and resisted the temptation to open it and look right there. I shook his hand and thanked him again. He looked over both shoulders and leaned in close when he shook hands with me.

"Just remember our deal" he said. "Nothing that we talked about tonight is to ever be repeated." Every time he reminded me of that point his look became somber. "Get in touch with me Monday morning for further instructions." And with that he walked out of the club.

I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. I walked into the Angel's planning to spend my last dime on women and alcohol, and now I was going to walk out with three thousand dollars, with another three thousand promised to me. "Shit!" I thought to myself. "I forgot about the money". I was standing in the middle of a nightclub holding an envelope stuffed with three thousand dollars cash money. I calmly walked out of the club, got in my car and drove home.

Once I was home I counted the money in the envelope. It was three thousand dollars cash, just like Winesap had promised. Thirty crisp, new one hundred dollar bills to be exact. I couldn't believe it, it was like a prayer being answered! Then my thoughts shifted to the arrangement. I was certain that I would have to perform some kind of sexual favor to get the other half of that money. To make it worse I didn't know who the "mystery couple" was anyway. After about my fifth glass of gin, my head started spinning. I decided to lie down and I can remember thinking about my upcoming encounter right before I passed out.

That weekend I deposited the money in the bank and wrote a few checks to get the bill collectors off of my back. On Monday morning, February 11, I took the number that Winesap had scribbled on a piece of notepad paper out and dialed.

"Hello, Peter Winesap speaking." He had been so business like and professional at the club, I half expected to hear a secretary's voice on the other end, but it was him.

"Mr. Winesap, It's Marcus from Angel's." there was a pause. "I'm calling to get details about the second part of our deal."

"Oh yes!" he had an elated tone in his voice. "I am glad to hear from you! I informed my clients that you would be visiting them. They were very happy with my description of you!"

The more this guy talked about his "clients" the more curious I became. I decided not to ask again, if things went as planned I would find out very soon anyway. "So, I guess this is the part where we arrange the meeting."

'Yes, I want you to go back to Angel's tonight." He was speaking in a slow calm manner, as if he didn't want me to miss one detail. "Get there at about 9 p.m. and wait in front of the club. A black limousine will pick you up and take you to your final destination. After the services have been completed you will receive the other three thousand that is owed to you."

"How can I be sure that I will get that money?" I asked.

"Well, I guess you can call it a leap of faith sir. We gave you three thousand dollars up front without even knowing if you would call us back."

"Good point." I thought to myself as I pondered my next move. After a long pause I gave him my answer.

"Okay Mr.Winesap, Angel's at 9 p.m. I'll be there."

"Wonderful!" he yelled into the phone and by the tone in his voice I almost had the feeling that he would've kissed me if we were in the same room. " I will tell my clients to expect you later this evening. They will be so pleased!" we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I arrived at Angel's at precisely 8:50, giving myself a little extra time. I stood in front of the club and waited. It was very cold that night, and the wind seemed to be cutting right through me. I watched as a group of about ten women walked towards the club together. They were all bundled up in coats and winter garments, but I could tell that they were all very shapely, or as I like to put it fine! Watching them made me think of my upcoming escapade. I wondered who this mystery woman was that I was going to be with tonight? Had I seen her before, What about her husband? As I stood there thinking about the mysterious rendezvous I lost track of time. When I came out of the trance I was in, I saw it coming down the street.

As the black, stretch limousine pulled up to the curb, I looked at my watch. It was 9 p.m. right on the money. The driver stepped out,walked around the car and opened the back door on the passenger side of the car. He was an older white gentleman, about in his fifties I would guess. He looked at me, but said nothing.

Instead he just held the door and extended his hand, inviting me to step into the back of the limo.

As I stepped inside of the car, I was startled to see Winesap sitting in the back of the car. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

He just smiled and said "How else would the driver know whom he was looking for?"

The limousine was extravagant. There was a mini wet bar in the back and Winesap was pouring himself a drink. He offered me one, but I declined. I was just anxious to finally get this whole thing going. One, because I needed the rest of the money and two, because I was dying to see who I had struck a deal with.

"My clients are very excited." He broke the silence. "They can't wait to meet you!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty wound up myself." I smiled.

My thoughts drifted as I thought more and more about this couple. I mean I just assumed that they were white, like I said, I had always heard stories about white couples who would hire a young black man to have sex with the wife while the husband watched. I have to admit that it kind of excited me. I mean as an educated man and a college graduate I know that there is really no difference between white women and black women, but there was some kind of raw energy about having sex with white girls that always turned me on. I guess it's because sadly, in 2002 a lot of people still look down on it. So the thought of doing something that is considered so taboo by many kind of excites me. I was lost deep in thought again, not aware of my surroundings.

When I looked up the car was turning off onto a dark country road. I guessed that we were at least fifty miles out of the city. We turned into a dark, wooded area and we were now driving down a dirt road.

"Where in the hell are we going Winesap?" I demanded to know.

"Please be patient sir. Like I said discretion is in the best interest of my clients."

I was getting sick of all of this cloak and dagger shit. Hopefully it would all be over soon. We drove about twenty more miles down the dirt road until we stopped in front of a log cabin by a lake. 

"This is it." Winesap said as he looked over at me. " You can open the front door and step inside, you are expected."

I just sat and stared for a few seconds, I didn't know what to say or do. "Go ahead"." He urged me. "Once you are inside everything will become quite clear to you I promise."

Slowly I stepped out of the limo. I glanced back at him one last time, he had this stupid grin on his face. I started to walk away from the car, now moving towards the cabin. I stopped and looked it over. It was small, but well kept. I could see some kind of lamp burning through the window. In the front was two steps that led up to the doorway. I cautiously walked up those stairs and turned the knob, pushing the door open. I looked around the room as I stepped in. There was a bed about six feet directly in front of me as soon as I walked in. On the table beside it was an oil lamp, the one that I could see burning through the window. To the left of the room was a door that led to what appeared to be the only other room in the house. I could see a light shining from underneath the door in that room. I started to go knock on the door when the voice that came from behind startled me.

"I see you have finally arrived."

My head snapped and followed the voice, it came from the left corner of the room behind me. I turned around to face this mystery person and I couldn't believe my eyes. Every aspiring actor knows who Brad Pitt is. I mean I'd have to admit that he's not one of my favorites, but I respect him as an actor.

"Mr. Winesap informed us that you would be coming tonight. I'm sure he's told you all of the conditions?" he asked in a flat, uninspired voice.

"Yeah, nobody else knows about this if that's what you're askin?" I replied.

"Very good, wait over by the bed please sir. My wife will be right out."

He went over to the other room, which I could see now was a bathroom and walked inside, closing the door behind him. Then I thought about it, his wife would be right out. For the first time I realized who the mystery woman was and now I was very excited!

Just when I started really thinking about what was about to happen, he walked back out of the room. I was now standing by the bed and he walked right past me. He kept staring at me as he walked over to the same corner that he was in when I walked in and sat down in his chair. He gazed at me with a blank expression on his face. I started to get a little nervous when I heard the door to the bathroom creak as it was opening.

When Jennifer Aniston walked out, she was much sexier than I had remembered her being on television. She was dressed in a pair of black laced panties with a matching bra. Her light brown hair hung down a little on one side of her face, which gave her that wild look. She had a small frame, but I found that sexy. The one thing that got me though was the look in her eyes. On television she had always gave off that sweet, girl next door look.

As she was walking towards me there was a look of hunger in her eyes.

"Hey stud" she smiled seductively as she walked towards me.

"My My My, he is nice isn't he?" she said as she started to circle me, looking me up and down, still maintaining that look of hunger.

I looked over at Brad and he was staring at us emotionless, almost staring through us. Kind of strange for a guy that spent six thousand for this. Jennifer continued to circle me and then she stopped behind me.

"Very muscular, very nice body!" I could feel her eyes on me. Then she slapped my ass through my jeans. "Tonight, this body is mine!"

I probably should have been offended, this bitch was treating me like I was a piece of meat that she had bought from the grocery store. It turned out just the opposite though, the way she treated me was turning me on. She wanted it bad and I wanted to give it to her! She walked around so that she was standing in front of me again.




The Arrangement



"So baby, are you ready for me?" she gave me a twisted grin. Then she put her arms around my neck and started to kiss me. I felt a little awkward at first but then I started to get into it. Pushing my tongue into her wet, hot mouth. She ran her hands all over the back of my neck and head and she let out moans of pleasure as she sucked on my lower lip.

Then suddenly she backed away. "Slow down big boy" she smiled. "The night is still very young."

I looked back over at Brad, his blank stare was starting to rattle me. Jennifer quickly got my attention back though.

"So baby, let me see that hot fuckin body of yours!" she said as she started to unbutton my shirt.

I was starting to get really hot now. This girl was little miss innocent on television, and right now with me she was a total slut! After she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off, she started to kiss my chest. Then slowly she ran her tongue down my chest and abs.

"God your body is rock hard baby!" she moaned.

"That ain't all that's rock hard right now baby!" I proclaimed.

I couldn't believe myself! Usually I am calm and laid back, but I found myself wanting to get nasty with this girl, wanting to see her slutty side.

"Oh yeah?" she smiled as she ran her hands down my hard abs. Next thing I knew, she was reaching into my pants. "You got a nice big, black dick in here for me?"

My heart skipped as she said those words. A pure animal lust had taken control of me and I wanted to give it to this bitch like she had never had it before!

"Oh yeah baby, and it's all yours!" I answered.

She giggled as she grabbed my cock and squeezed. "Oh damn, that is big!" she said as her eyes widened.

She stood there with her hand in my pants, stroking my cock as she started to kiss me again. We both moaned louder this time. She stopped stroking me and started to slide my jeans off of me. We continued to kiss the whole time, but I could feel her hands on my bare ass cheeks as she slid my pants down. Soon I was totally naked and I wrapped my muscular arms around her tiny body. I started to unclasp her bra. I ran my hands down her milky, white frame until I got to her panties. She let out sighs of ecstasy as I slowly slid them down past her hips.

Pretty soon we were both totally nude. As I stood there embracing her, kissing the side of her neck, I thought about how good our bodies looked pressed up against each other and my erection got harder. She started to kiss her way down my chest and torso again, kissing my abs and then running her tongue across my navel. When she got to my lower torso, she kissed all around my cock, making sure that her mouth never touched it. She had me so hard I thought I was going to bust a nut right there.

She was down on her knees now staring up at my face. My huge cock blocked out a portion of her face from my view.

'Are you gonna make me your little white slut tonight baby?" the lust was evident in her voice and eyes.

"Oh yeah baby!" I moaned "you gonna be a bad girl for me?"

She flashed that devious grin again. "Oh baby, you just don't know how bad!"

With that she started kissing my inner thighs. From there she lifted my cock up in her hand and started to tongue my balls. Seeing my huge dark, balls in her mouth was almost too much for me as my cock throbbed in her hand. I could tell that she knew it too because she looked up at me with a half smile while she continued to lick me. I threw my head back and moaned, damn her tongue on my sack felt so good! I was in another world with pleasure when she started to suck on them. I screamed out for more and she started to suck on them harder.

After about five minutes of intense sucking, just when I thought that I couldn't take anymore, she put her hand on my abs and looked up at me. 

"Lay back baby, I've got more for you." She whispered seductively.

I fell back on the bed, Jennifer just smiled as she held my cock in her hand. I happened to look over at Brad, he was just sitting there, the same blank, emotionless stare. I turned back to Jennifer, it was easy to forget about him when I had this beautiful girl getting ready to service my cock. First she stroked it a little bit, it was already as hard as it could be. She had gotten me up to my full nine and a half inches. Then, she started to plant little kisses on it, up and down as she moaned. Satisfied with the reaction that she got from me, she ran her tongue up and down the base of my cock before she finally took me in her mouth.

I screamed out in pleasure as she slid her wet mouth onto my cock. Watching her mouth stretch as she took my thick, black cock in was turning me on bigtime! She moaned as she started to bob her head up and down, sliding her mouth back and forth on me. I could hear the slurping sound as she started to suck faster and more vigorously. She pulled her mouth off of me for a second and wiped a string of my precum from her lips.

"Oh god baby, you taste so good" she purred.

It was almost like she couldn't wait to get her mouth back onto my cock as she attacked it, sucking it even harder than before. I grabbed the back of her head and started to fuck her hot little mouth. The moaning and slurping sounds got louder as I rammed my big cock in farther. She started to gag a little, and I tried to back off, but she grabbed my dick and took it into her mouth even deeper. This was without a doubt the nastiest little slut I had ever been with and I was loving every minute of it! I was totally at her mercy, I was quivering because what she was doing to my cock felt so damned good!

Finally I had to pull her off of my cock. "Hold on baby." I said through a heavy breath. "If you keep going I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh, well we don't want you to cum too soon" she smiled.

"Well, since you are paying me why don't you let me earn my money?"

"Oh, I like that idea a lot!" her eyes widened and her smile got bigger.

I stood up and laid her petite frame down on the bed. I started to kiss her breasts, working my way down her torso. She moaned with pleasure as she begged me not to stop. As I tongued her navel, I rubbed her wet pussy with my finger. I slid one finger in and pulled it back out. I couldn't believe how wet she was. She was hissing with excitement as I licked her juices off of my finger. She squealed with lustful abandon once I stuck my finger inside of her and started to play with her clit.

"I wanna taste you baby" I licked my lips as I said the words.

"Oh yes baby, lick my little wet pussy!' she moaned under her breath.

I opened her legs wider and kissed her pussy lips. Once I slid my tongue into that wet slot,I thought she was going to go crazy. Her back arched up and she let out a yelp. She put her hand on the back of my head as she tried to get more of my tongue into her. She tasted so good, I loved having her juices in my mouth. From her reaction it seemed like she loved it too. Once I started to tongue her clit her voice went from moaning to screaming. I grabbed her hips as she wrapped her legs around my head and upper shoulders. She gyrated her hips and pushed her pussy into my face, as if she were riding a bucking bronco.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" she screamed. "That's so fucking good baby!"

The louder she screamed and the wetter she got, the more I wanted to please her. She got more and more intense with every lick on her sweet pussy. It was like a volcano was ready to explode inside of her as she gripped the sides of my head and screamed out for more. As good as her juices tasted, I knew she was about to cum soon and I didn't want her to yet. Oh no, my new little slut and I had a long way to go tonight.

As I stood up I think Jennifer understood what was next. She looked at me with that devious look that had been turning me on ever since I laid eyes on her.

"You wanna fuck my little tight pussy baby?" 

I just smiled and stroked my cock over her, she knew the answer to that. I rubbed her wet pussy lips with my hand as I continued to stroke my big dick. She wanted it so bad she could taste it. What was even better was that I knew it. I wanted to tease this nasty little slut in front of me. I wanted her to want my cock more than she had ever wanted anything in her fucking life! She moaned and sucked on her finger as I continued to rub her wet pussy, sliding one finger in and out of her. Then I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"So you getting your money's worth baby?" I asked.

"Oh yeah baby, and then some!" she whispered in between pants.

"So you said that you wanted to be a nasty little bitch for me tonight. You feel like a nasty little bitch?" I asked, wanting to see just how freaky she would get with me.

"Oh my god yes!" she moaned. "I'm your fucking white whore tonight baby! Use me anyway you want!"

I gave her a smug grin and stood back up so that I was standing over her. Her legs were wide open and I could tell that she could wait no longer for my cock. I guided the head of my cock into her pussy and I had to stop it was so tight. Jennifer yelled out and screamed like she was going mad. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my god it's so big baby!" 

I remember thinking that I had never had any girl that was this tight. I shoved my cock deeper into her and she threw her head back, arched her back, and shook like she was having spasms. As I slowly started to pump her, her screams had reached a new high. It took her awhile to adjust to my cock, but after awhile she put her hands on my ass cheeks and started to push up on my cock, trying to get more inside of her. I helped her out by ramming my dick into her harder and faster as she yelled out for more.

"That's it baby" she screamed. "Give me that big black dick nice and hard!"

Goddamn she turned me on so much! I slammed my cock into her as hard as I could as she yelled and thrashed around on the bed underneath of me. For a few seconds I thought she was having a convulsion. I started to grunt and pump her with every bit of might that I had. I thought I was going to throw my back out trying to get every inch of dick that I could inside of her. My flesh slapped against her as we rammed together. 

"I'm gonna cum baby, ohhhhhh fuck yes!" she screamed as she threw her head back and dug her nails into my ass cheeks.

I could feel her muscles tighten as her wet pussy exploded all over my rock hard cock. She screamed and her body shook almost violently as she continued to orgasm. The sensation of her cumming on my dick, and the white hot intensity of the fucking that this girl had just put on me was too much for me to take, I pumped faster and my heart raced as my cock erupted inside of her. My body shook as I gyrated my hips faster and faster, releasing every bit of semen that I had into her tight, wet pussy. We both moaned with pleasure as we remained tense for a few seconds. It was the best orgasm that I ever had and I could tell that it was the same for her.

We both let out a laugh at the feeling of intense pleasure that we had just experienced together. Then we started to kiss again, she was so into me now that I could do whatever I wanted with her and she would love it. I looked over at Brad and he was still sitting there silently, it was almost like he was a corpse. I don't even think that Jennifer remembered that he was in the room. She was so into me as she kissed me that she had lost track of what was going on in the rest of the world. After what we had just experienced, her husband or nobody else mattered. It was like she had said from the beginning, tonight she was my slut and not Brad, not anybody could do anything about it!

After we kissed for a few minutes, Jennifer lowered her head down to my cock again. She started to lick all of the cum off of the head. She smiled like an insatiable she devil as she ran her tongue around the tip of my dick. Amazingly, I could see and feel myself getting hard again already. She continued to put just the head in her mouth and suck on it as my cock grew back to full length.

"Ohhhhh" she smiled. "I see you are ready for more of me baby!"

I laid back as she slowly climbed on top of me, kissing my chest and finally my mouth. I smiled at her as I held my stiff cock up in the air. She winced and let out a yelp as she slid her wet pussy down onto my cock. Oh she was so tight! Her pussy gripped my cock nice and tight as she slowly slid up and down. She rested her hands on my chest and I grabbed her ass cheeks as she started to bounce up and down faster. I pushed up into her harder and harder. I gritted my teeth as I slammed into her and she screamed louder for more.

"Slam that nice fat cock into me baby!" 

Her body was so petite that it seemed like my huge cock was going to split her in half, but she bounced up and down with glee. She even slid her pussy all the way down on my cock and grinded on it. She was holding me down fucking me now. 

"Your cock feels so good deep in my white pussy baby" she gritted her teeth as she said the words.

She was so fucking nasty! I knew if I let her take control that I wouldn't last long. I kept her small frame on my dick as I stood up with her. She bounced up and down on my long,black pole as we continued in a standing fuck. She had her arms around me kissing me as we both moaned with pure lust. I gripped her ass cheeks and took control of her as I pounded her pussy. Her grip tightened around my shoulders and she screamed out louder as I picked up the pace again. I grabbed her ass and pulled her down on my cock and held her there for a few seconds. Jennifer threw her head back and screamed with joy as nine and a half inches of black cock filled her pussy up.

I put her back down on the bed and withdrew from her.

"I want you from behind baby" I said.

She let out a gleeful "Oh yeah!" as she turned around and wiggled that small, but firm white ass in front of me. I started to smack her ass cheeks and she moaned each time that I did it. I left little red handprints behind and she rubbed them as she looked back at me and smiled. I slid my fat cock into that pretty white pussy as I grabbed her ass and she gripped onto the bed sheets. She put her head down and screamed like a woman going wild. Her pussy gripped my cock more intensely now. I felt this need to make her cum even harder than she had last time.

Jennifer gripped the sheets so hard that her hands were turning red. I leaned in close as I slammed into her pussy from behind. Gently I tugged on her hair and whispered into her ear.

"This is what you wanted isn't it bitch?" I growled. "This is what you paid all that fuckin money for!""

She moaned louder and she was so wet that it was unreal. This girl played the innocent role for all of her fans and admirers, but she loved it nasty and I was here to deliver!

"This big, black cock in your pussy worth all of that money baby?" I continued.

She slammed her ass back into me and gritted her teeth. "Oh yeah baby!" she screamed. "Keep on fucking me! Slam that fuckin black cock into me!"

I grabbed her hips and pounded her tight little pussy as hard as I could. Her body jerked and she trashed across the bed like a wild stallion. She screamed and begged me for more. Her back arched and she almost pulled the sheets off the bed she was gripping them so hard. Her scream seemed to get caught in her throat before it finally came out.

"Fuuuuuuck, I'm gonna cum again baby!"

Her muscles tightened and she screamed like she was being murdered. The next thing I knew I could feel her hot, wet cum exploding all over my cock. I continued to slam into her as hard as I could. Jennifer was a sexual predator and I had wanted to cum when she did, but I had something special planned for her. As I rammed my cock into her and she screamed as she rested her head against the bed, I whispered in her ear again.

"I wanna cum in your mouth baby" I said. "Would you like that?"

"Oh fuck yeah baby, I wanna taste that hot cum!" she moaned.

I pulled out of her and stood up as she got down on her knees in front of me. She grabbed my cock and attacked it like it was the last one that she would ever have. She slid her hot mouth down on my cock and sucked on it at a blistering pace. Bobbing her head back in forth, Jennifer slurped on my cock and her eyes were just begging for more. I thrusted my hips with every bob of her head. I wanted her to taste every inch of my hard, black cock and every last drop of my semen. She had an even wilder, cum hither look in her eyes and she pulled my cock out of her mouth long enough to make one last demand.

"Squirt your hot come in my mouth baby!" she begged as she stroked my cock fast and hard.

Then she slid her mouth down and took in every inch of my cock. I was amazed that she could take it all in her mouth, but then she held it there for what was actually seconds, but seemed like minutes. I slapped my forehead and screamed out as the intense feeling of pleasure mounted. The wonderful sensation I was experiencing at that moment was more than I could take. I shook violently as I came in her mouth. I don't know how long the orgasm actually lasted, but it seemed like I unloaded buckets of semen into her willing mouth. I threw my head back, never experiencing any feeling like that in my life. Jennifer just kept her mouth clamped onto my cock as she sucked me deep and hard, swallowing every drop of my seed. The girl almost drove me crazy with her insatiable appetite.

As I started to regain my composure and I was aware of my surroundings again, I looked around the room. My mind was still clouded from the immense orgasm this girl had just given me, but what I saw was an image that will be stuck in my head as long as I live. Brad Pitt still sat in the corner, but his emotionless face was replaced by something different. I watched as he stood up with tears rolling down his cheeks. Right before he walked out the front door he said the words that I will never forget.

"Happy Birthday Jen." He said as his voice cracked.

After that he was gone. I looked down at Jennifer as she giggled maniaclly. She was looking up at me and a long string of my cum trailed from my cock to her lips. I watched as she wrapped it around her finger and I finally understood. Jennifer was the one who wanted all of this, not Brad. He had arranged this meeting for her birthday and it had killed him to do it. This nasty, insatiable girl had a craving and her husband had made the ultimate sacrifice to help her satisfy it. 

After Jennifer and I took our showers, we said our goodbyes. She thanked me for taking the job and I thanked her for the best night of my life. I kissed her one last time for the road and then I walked out of the cabin. When I got outside, the limo with Winesap was still parked in the driveway. As I started to make my way down towards the car, I looked to my left and I saw Brad. He was sitting underneath a tree and he had his face buried in his hands as he cried. I had many emotions at that moment, I respected the sacrifice that he made to keep his wife happy, I was happy myself for the unbelievable experience, but most of all I felt pity for Brad. I was looking at a man that had everything in the world. He was rich, successful, and he could have just about any woman that he wanted. His only problem was that the woman that he loved more than anything in the world was a slut for black cock.



The Arrangement



The arrangements were made, the time was set and my mind was anxious to see her. After all, we had been chatting over the net for several weeks now. It was funny how all of it progressed.

We Afound@ each other as we were both searching for something a little different than the normal cat and mouse banter that usually happens in cyberspace. The meeting was just a little more polite than "hey lets play". It WAS a courtship although each of us were very aware that the other was married. We had exchanged pictures (I am sooo happy that mine were fairly recent), and I hoped that she was somewhat close to what her pictures showed.

It wasn't until some time into our acquaintance that we got around to "where are you from"? We were both shocked when we found that we lived on opposite sides of the same city. About 40 minutes apart. That's when everything REALLY started to build up.

Our first talks were almost innocent , we were very polite to each other and both of us made sure that the other knew of a happy marriage. Then it lead a little farther into those secret desires that we wish we could have, but knew full well that life could not provide. All except the one we both agreed we could pursue today.

We liked each other; we liked each other a lot. The Internet meeting lead to phone conversations (I loved her voice), and the phone conversations lead to more explicit Internet chats. Funny, but it seems easier to say things in type than in real time. Anyway, we were both very revealing about our most deeply hidden secrets.

The hidden secrets, now that I think about them, they were/are not so extreme. They are really about what most of us want. For Rebecca and I it was a total release of our erotic creativity. It took a very long time to get to that but when we did it became an outpouring of erotic  desires and thoughts were freely exchanged. We had both masturbated with, and for each other, over the phone and on the Internet. It was wonderful, in some ways better than real sex (I guess it really is real sex though).

With a lot of conversation and consideration behind us, we transcended the fear of meeting face to face by firmly understanding that we could not allow ourselves to fall in love and we had no intention of replacing our spouses. What this was and is, is an erotic extension and release and FUN!

 We picked a Holiday Inn Restaurant about half way between us and located on the Gulf beach in Clearwater. It was one of the newer ones that had a great view of the Gulf, an outdoor patio and privacy seating, that is, tables that are set up on the beach side with a tented surround that really is totally private. The meeting was far better than I expected. We immediately recognized each other. Of course we knew what each was going to wear. For me, she wanted to see me in my *Restaurant* attire , blue shorts and a white shirt with epaulets. I wanted her in a polka dotted summer dress .. Rebecca is 44 but .. Rebecca looked as though she had just finished college. Beautiful, much more than I had expected, she was breathtaking. I felt much older than she. We met with a polite kotc, she standing a little on her toes and pressing her self against me. I shuddered ... We joined hands and had the beach valet show us to our luncheon beach tent.

The conversation started quickly and flowed easily, yet it was somewhat stressed because we both knew what we really wanted to talk about. Lunch was served, Club sandwiches and Iced tea. The waiter said he would attend us when we flagged. (A little stripped flag that could be put up when service was wanted. Otherwise we were totally alone, like being on a desert isle.

The waiter hadn't been gone more than a minute when we started to get more open about our planned meeting and what we agreed to. We agreed to bring with us a favorite sex toy. It was to be a secret and then we would show each other what we brought and take it from there.  I had mine in my beach bag and she was carrying a huge handbag. We played a game of who goes first, and decided to turn our backs to the table, reach behind ourselves, lay the toy on the table and then turn around.  ... and We did.

We were both surprised, delighted and laughed out loud when we saw what was in store for us. Rebecca had brought a velvet bag, opened it and laid the device on top of it. It was a very real looking replica of a vagina, the use was apparent, it was for a man to masturbate with. I almost forgot about what I had brought for her Y it was a replica of a cock complete with balls. It also was a vibrator and had an air squeeze that was used to make it cum.

We pushed the toys across the table to each other when I felt her toes sliding up my thigh. I already had a hard on, and without shorts she quickly was resting her toes against my balls. Ummmmm. Feeling this I said "hey turn about is fair play" and removed my sandal to run my toes up her thigh, she had no panties on and she was already moist, she murmured outloud a sigh. Now both of us were flushed and I was seriously wondering if our vow of no real sex had any chance of holding. Now looking at each other, flushed, lust filled and not knowing quite what to do, she took the lead. She giggled at me, said "hey I have an idea" , she took the cock from me and said, "lets pretend that these are you and I" with that she opened a small bottle of baby oil she had with her, lubricated the cock (I almost came watching her do that), and said "lets watch them fuck". She placed the head of the cock against the lips of the pussy and inserted it a little. "here, put your hands on mine, and lets fuck each others toys". This was as erotic as anything I could ever imagine.

"lets do it one handed" she said, knowing full well what we would both do with the other hand.  I held the vagina toy, and Rebecca started to run the cock against it. Surely as if planned, our other hand went beneath the table down to our sex. I was now rubbing her foot and pushing my cock against her arch. She was holding my foot hard against her cunt and pushing herself into it.  We were now fucking the others sex toy, watching the cock go in and out, matching each move with our hands and toes masturbating each other and mentally fucking each other.

 It was soooo hot, I wanted to do everything sexual that I could think of to her, and it was plain that she had the same feelings. She removed the cock from the vagina cunt and opened her mouth, she leaned back in her chair  pushing her foot farther against my cock and pushed her cunt harder against my foot. She began to suck the cock, my eyes were riveted on her as she slid it into her mouth, eyes glazed and without a word, telling me to do something to the vagina toy. "Eat it she said" ! I brought it to my mouth and started to lick it, then I held it firm and stuck my tongue into the vagina toy, it was so real. We both sat back, foot fucking each other and eating, sucking and licking the toys we brought.

"Lets change toys" she said , "I want to see you suck a cock for me, and I want to taste the vagina. We exchanged toys, then she said "wait, I have a better idea" , handing me the vagina she said "give me the cock and lets fuck them before we eat them. It was only a moment when I plunged myself into the vagina, and Rebecca was pushing the cock into herself. We had now moved away from the table and were in full view of each other's activity. It was almost like watching her fuck another man, and her glazed look was now focused on my cock going in and out of the vagina toy pussy. 

 ... It ended when I started to cum, she did to at about the same time. Watching each other toy fuck, and toe masturbating each other before,  was to much to take ... Panting and humping, toy fucking and cummming.

The wet towels that had been left by the valet were very handy. We used them to wipe ourselves. Not speaking for a few minutes, then standing it was impossible to keep from smashing our bodies together in a long passionate kiss. At that moment I loved her more than anything in life.

We both knew that this was far more intense than planned, and that liking each other is better than loving each other. The deep feelings that we both have now has a release that is safe and complete .... we'll meet again for lunch.



The Arrangement



It was a Saturday morning and I had just walked out of a computer class when I heard a friendly voice. " Hey Bob, how about some coffee and donuts .. My treat ". 

I turned around and saw an attractive woman, with bright blue eyes and a blond ponytail waving at me. Kim was almost 30 years old, but still half my age. We had been computer lab partners all summer session. She was working on her graduate degree in Microbiology, which required a lot computer work, and I was brushing up on my data collection skills. I was always happy to share a few moments with her over a cup of coffee or maybe an occasional lunch. 

Kim was all excited because she just gotten a grant from a large medical laboratory to develop more precise automated methods to count live sperm cells in semen, for use in at sperm banks. " So, how is the project going" I asked as we finished our coffee in a quiet corner of the lunchroom. 

I watched a slight glow of red flare up her neck from her open shirt and on to her face as she stammered a bit, and finally said, " well there is a problem, and I was sort of hoping you could help. To calibrate the equipment, I need to establish a base line, and that requires human semen." 

I just smiled, and said " there must be lots of men who would just love to help you with that project." 

She blushed again and said " yes, you are right, but what I really need is semen that does not contain any sperm cells." She just looked into my eyes and bit her lip and finally with some hesitation, she asked me if I would provide some samples. I am not sure when or how the subject had come up, but Kim know that I had been fixed shortly after my second child was born

With compassion in my heart, but lust on my brain, I smiled and said "of course I'll help". 

Her bright blue eyes widened and she said " oh you are a real doll" and she starting digging in her in backpack. " Here are some sterile plastic bags that you can use and some antiseptic wash rags." 

I said " wait a minute, my dear, if you want my semen, you will have to collect it yourself." 

Kim started to stammer again " but,, can't you just do it at home and ... ". 

" No ", I said. " After all, I am not asking for anything in return for this favor, and besides after my wife left, I learned that volume is directly related to arousal, and quite frankly, I have run short of interesting fantasies." 

Kim blushed again and said " but Bob, you are a real great guy, but ... well I am sorry but you remind me of my Father, and I could never .... ". It took some convincing, and after I bought lunch, we talked as we walked along the river running through the campus, but finally, I found myself lying on her bed with my pants off.

Kim was dressed in loose walking shorts, and a shirt that covered her small taut, but bare breasts. She kneeled on the floor next to me and watched intently as I showed her the sensitive ring just below the head of my circumcised penis, and the little bump on the bottom side of the shaft that when pushed just right seem to improve ejaculation. Kim was not a virgin, but apparently her few encounters were brief, and mostly in the dark so she had never really " studied " the equipment before. She carefully, and just maybe with a little more time than required, cleaned my penis, than my scrotum which did not need cleaning, and finally she applied a coat of KY Jelly to my penis, and some to her middle finger. When I convinced Kim to collect the sample herself, I told her the story of how years ago, a surgical prep nurse had helped to increase my flow by massaging my prostate gland through my rectum.

I shut my eyes, and tried to think of this as more than just another clinical harvesting, and she slowly stated to massage my shaft with one hand and pumped by anus with the other. Without opening my eyes, I reached down and started to gently caress her butt, first on her perfectly curved cheeks, and then between her legs. As she continued to slowly move the warm ring created my her thumb and forefinger up and down my shaft, I started to slowly massage a spot between her legs that radiated her heat through the thin cotton fabric of her shorts. My sense of smell became heightened, as it always seems to do when I am aroused, and I noticed an odor that I had not experienced since before my divorce. The smell was similar to anchovies, but sweeter, and certainly not coming from my crotch. I also seemed to hear some slight moans that were not mine, although I was starting to pant in short breathes.

Suddenly, her hands were gone and so was her butt!! Before I could open my eyes, I heard a groan, followed by a soft swish, and then I looked just in time to see her shorts hit the floor, followed by cotton panties that she quickly shook off. Momentarily, I was not sure if this was just a dream, so I shut my eyes again as I felt her weight, first on the bed, and then as she straddled me. That soft hand that had so carefully glided up and down my penis was now holding it firmly as she aimed it towards her opening and then with an audible cry she impaled herself on my shaft that was still rock hard. I opened my eyes and saw her clenched jaw and the flair of her nostrils. She looked down at me, and seemed unsure of what to do next. 

I reached out and cupped the two haves of her delicate buttocks. She tore off her shirt revealing small but very firm breasts with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers. I quickly reached up and gently squeezed her breasts when she leaned forward and braced herself with her hands on each side of my head. She started to rock her hips up and down and I met her thrust for thrust. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster her body traveled up and down my shaft, and our breathing started to come faster and faster. Kim let out a cry and her body shook just before I gasped and gave up my semen sample that would not see the light of day until it oozed back out of that beautiful orifice. 

As I held her in my arms, her lips nuzzled first my chin and then my ear. After a few moments she whispered " if I am going to get this project done, I better find a supplier of sterile condoms ". 

By the next weekend, she had purchased condoms from a medical supply house, and twice a week for the rest of that summer we worked to calibrate that equipment, but the relationship never went any farther. We have both since found partners, and it wasn't until a surprise encounter at my dentist's office that we met again ..... but that is another story.



The Arrangement



This is the story of how our fantasy became a reality and was much better than we could ever have imagined. 

Cassie my wife and I have always enjoyed sexual fantasy. It all started quite a few years ago when I bought her a vibrator as a Christmas present. It was just a standard sort of vibrator, but after that very first time using it we realised how good it was to give Cassie an orgasm. She always had problems climaxing with just intercourse.

Well over the years we bought many different vibrators and dildos of all shapes and sizes. We started to create a fantasy when we had sex that a black guy was making love to her. We both loved this idea and the dildos we used were always black and cock shaped. The last one we bought was a realistic 8” black cock that made Cassie go crazy because it felt so much like a real big thick black cock.

We both enjoyed these games we played and I always told Cassie that if ever the chance came for her to have a real black lover she should do it. At first she laughed and thought I was joking. But as time went on she really wanted a black lover as much as I wanted her to have one. 

Well anyway we played out our fantasy for some time using the black dildos and Cassie wanted it more and more. She always had the most mind-blowing orgasms.

Then a few months ago our lives changed dramatically. We fulfilled our dream of leaving UK and living in Spain. We moved to a house in Costa Tropical. Such a beautiful house, overlooking the med with its own swimming pool.

Well the swimming pool was wonderful of course but I soon realised when the water was discoloured that it needed to be maintained properly. I contacted a local company that employs people to maintain pools correctly.

It was a really hot Monday afternoon, Cassie and I had just had lunch on our patio and we were drinking a glass of wine together by the pool.

Suddenly a voice disturbed us. We looked up and saw this tall muscular black guy. He was in his late twenties and was just wearing a pair of blue Bermuda shorts. He told us his name was Jude and he had come to service our pool.

We let him carry on with his work. Soon he was busy using chemicals and filters and nets. I looked sideways at Cassie and saw that she was watching Jude quite closely.

He was very black and well built and it was clear that he was well endowed from the bulge apparent in his shorts. I saw Cassie licking her lips and suddenly we both knew that out long time fantasy was possible. I nodded to her and smiled.

Jude finished his work and Cassie got up from her sun chair and asked him if he wanted a cool drink. He nodded and followed her into the kitchen. I waited 10 minutes or so and then I went to the kitchen. Jude and Cassie were laughing and joking and I could see that Cassie was flirting quite heavily with him. She was dressed in just shorts and a bikini top. Cassie’s hand was on Jude's thigh and she was stroking it. I watched and saw her hand move higher and rub his cock through the shorts. It seems that the conversation had become quite naughty already. 

Cassie just looked at me and said “ John, Jude is taking me upstairs, is that ok “.

Her eyes were looking for my approval and for a moment I was speechless. My heart was beating fast. Suddenly we both knew it would happen and we both wanted it to.

I nodded and smiled. “ Sure it is “ I replied as if in a trance. “ Is it ok if I watch? “ I whispered. Cassie now looked at Jude for approval and he smiled a big grin and nodded his head.

Jude and Cassie walked upstairs, her pulling him by the hand. I followed behind.

We went into our bedroom. I sat on the dressing table stool and watched. 

Jude stood there and looked at Cassie. Without hesitation she went to him. She was rubbing his cock again through the shorts. Then she looked at me and winked and slowly pulled down Jude’s shorts. I gasped as I saw Jude naked. His cock was so big and thick and black. Much bigger than any of our dildos. Cassie looked at him and I could see how excited she was. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her hands and started to lick the tip. She was looking up at him and licking slowly with her tongue in circles. He put his big hands on her head and held her there. She licked the shaft of his cock up and down and soon the big cock was so big and hard. Then Cassie opened her mouth and took him in. I watched as she sucked this big black cock. She looked at me a few times and I smiled. My cock was so hard now and I was rubbing it through my shorts.

She sucked Jude for a while then she pulled his cock from her mouth. She stood up and undid her bikini top. She pulled down her shorts and panties. and stood naked before Jude.

Then she lay on the bed, her legs wide open. I could see her pussy was open and wet. I was watching and rubbing myself like crazy. Jude had his big cock in his hand. He came down over her and I watched as he rubbed the shaft of his big black cock up and down her pussy lips. Cassie was breathing heavy and moaning. Then the moment we wanted so much happened. He pushed his cock between her pussy lips and pushed.

Cassie gasped as he entered her. Jude's cock was so big and thick. But I was so proud of Cassie she lay back and let him push all the way in. Soon he was fucking her.

She was screaming and thrashing about like crazy. Jude fucked her slowly at first, long deep strokes. Then he was fucking her fast and hard. Cassie was screaming now and suddenly he came. I could see the look on his face as he orgasmed. At that moment Cassie came too. Her face was red and hot and she was so excited and clearly in heaven. Jude pulled out and quietly got dressed. I followed him down the stairs and paid him for the swimming pool service. Then I gave him the same amount again for servicing Cassie. Jude smiled and put the money into his shorts pocket and left.

After he had gone I went back upstairs to Cassie she was still lying on the bed. Her legs were open and I could see a trickle of come running from her pussy.

She looked at me and just said “thank you John, that was the best sex of my life, thank you so much”. I wanted to make love to her then. But she motioned to me that I had to do the thing we do in our usual fantasy. I kneeled on the bed between her legs and licked her pussy clean. Cassie’s eyes were closed and she was making soft sighing noises. When I had cleaned her pussy. I pulled my own shorts down. My cock was bursting by now. I entered my wife’s pussy. It felt so hot and wet, quite delicious.

I fucked her and came quickly because I was so excited. We talked about what had happened for a long time. Finally we had made our fantasy come true and it was much better than we could ever have imagined it.

Since that first time Jude comes every week now to service our pool and to service Cassie. We both really love this arrangement. Cassie wants it more than once a week; she gets so hot and excited when she knows Jude is coming over. Sometimes Jude does call unexpectedly and they have a hot sex session. They do much more now. Sex in all positions and sometimes he takes her ass too. I sometimes watch and other times I sit by the pool with a glass of wine and listen to them. The sounds of their lovemaking come through the open bedroom window.

Jude mentioned last time that he had a friend who he would like to introduce to us. Suddenly we have a new fantasy of Cassie having sex with two big black lovers.

Anyway Jude and his friend will arrive soon.

Who knows what will happen...



The Arrangement



I nervously picked up the telephone and dialed his number, I am not sure why I agreed to go through with this. I am also confused as to why Tim wanted me to tell him all about it. I had known him for only a couple of years; I actually had met him and his wife first, through a woman I dated a bit. We did a couple of double dates, with Tim's wife encouraging her friend to "hook up" with me. I had a nice time, but more because I enjoyed the company of Tim and his wife, than the woman I was with.

Although they were disappointed we didn't take to each other, I did become friends with Tim and his wife. Whenever I could get a date, we would all go out together and usually have an excellent time, but as the evening ended and I took my date home, I sensed something from Tim, an odd feeling.

Finally, after I had a few beers, I asked him about it and he basically admitted that he and his wife were wanting to spice things up a bit and were hoping to get into either a foursome or a swap or something like that. Rather than just call him nuts, I had enough beer to continue the conversation. Well, after a lot of beer and a lot of convincing I agreed to play along a bit and see how it felt.

A bit nervous of a group thing, and without a date that I could comfortably introduce into our arrangement, Tim and I decided to start out slow. I would meet his wife, we'd have a few drinks and then... well, we'd get a little more friendly. To start, we decided upon only a blow job, I wouldn't do anything to her. Though a bit uncomfortable about all the possible repercussions, I even agreed that afterward, I'd call him up and describe in detail what happened.

Tim said then he'd head home to see his wife and let her describe the event. He seemed to think that hearing from me and then discussing it with his wife would turn them both on and they'd come together in some ecstatic sexual union.

So, there I was, waiting for Tim to answer the phone, which he did on the second ring. Without even saying hi, he jumped right in, "Well did you do it?"

"Yes, we did."

"What was it like?" he asked.

"Tim, are you sure you really want me to do this?"

"Of course man, I'll listen to you, go home and listen to Carol's version and then fuck her brains out."

"And you're sure?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, I had a nice time, it was kind of strange, without much of any lead up or anything. She offered me a drink, but because I had several before coming over to their house, I turned her down. That seemed good for her because I suddenly found myself looking into this blond woman's incredibly green eyes. It was odd, as if it wasn't her, like she was a stranger." I paused, thinking about this odd feeling.

"Okay, go on," he pleaded

"She didn't speak; she simply leaned forward and began circling my nipple with her tongue. She paused and smiled as I initially pulled away, shocked at the contact. I felt her wet tongue tease my, now erect, nipple. Damn, Tim, I could feel her breath on me by now.

"Adjusting to the oddity of the situation, I simply let myself give in to the sensation. She continued on my nipples, teasing one, then the other. As I watched her, I could see the glistening trail of her saliva on my chest. My penis was erect, hell, I had never seen it so erect. I pushed my hips upwards so I could feel her breasts rub against my erection.

"Her breasts were large, seemingly too large for her overall figure, but I let myself simply respond to the sensations. I reached my hands reached to caress them, suddenly, they were no longer too big; they just seemed nicely proportioned.

"Anyway, before I could do much other than caress her breasts, her head had descended to my penis. I felt the tongue dart on the tip and as she drew her head back and smiled, I could see a trace of the pre-come on the tip of my penis, the rest presumably was on her tongue.

"I quickly pulled her face to me and kissed her deeply, my tongue toying with hers. I languished in the kiss, feeling the texture of her teeth, the softness of her lips and I could taste her, mixed with the metallic hint of my pre-come. We kissed, as she stroked me, her hands felt so soft, sliding over the head and back again. I felt an increasing intensity and stopped her, sensing an oncoming flood.

"Anyway, as we continued kissing as I recovered a bit from my near-premature ejaculation. The sensation was incredible, so liquid. I could hear the desperate slurping sounds as I probed her mouth. Finally, she pulled away and we both gasped for air. Dammit Tim, the breathless intensity was overwhelming. I leaned back panting as she slowly trailed her wet tongue down my chest, over my stomach and onto my thighs. Her fingers toyed with my pubic hair as she watched my cock throb.

"I then felt her tongue on my balls, as she tickled and teased them. Her incredible blond hair cascaded over me, my cock combing through the strands. I began to feel a tingling in my fingers and toes as she took a firm hold of me and drew me into her mouth. The tongue circled me as her head moved up and down. Her hand, holding me tight moved up and down on the base of my shaft in unison with her mouth.

"A moment, or two, and the wet, warm sensation swept over me. I pushed my hips upward, deeper into her mouth as my cock involuntarily pulsed, pulsed, pulsed, shooting into her mouth. It seemed endless, as I felt her swallow and yet continue sucking. I pulsed and pulsed, longer than I remember ever before.

"When it finally subsided, I fell back into the chair with an audible moan. She suddenly kissed me, letting me taste the salty, tang of my come. She moaned, breathing heavily and then arched her back. I then noticed her fingers moving in a circle over her clit. I watched her make herself come and then kissed her."

"Did you want to fuck her?" Tim asked me.

"Not just then, but as she was sucking me I couldn't help but want to bend her over and slide myself into her."

"So you want to bend her over?"

"Well, I... ah..."

"Damn. Look, I'm gonna run here Jack. I'll call you tomorrow."

"But, wait, is everything okay? You and I, are you pissed?"

"Hell no. Look, I just pulled into my driveway. I call you later."

The phone went dead and I sat down to ponder what was going to happen next.



The Arrangement



Stella was my trophy wife. She knew it and I knew it. 

We had met at a high class function a few years ago and I thought she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. With long, luxuriously dark hair framing a stunning face with high, classic features, a lithesome body and a friendly out-going personality I was immediately captivated and knew that I had to have her. And I did have her, later that evening, and straight away realised that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with her.

But it was clear from the start that the feelings that I had for Stella were not reciprocated to quite the same excessive extent. She was fond of me, that much was obvious, but the all consuming passion that I held for her was never really returned. 

So we had made a deal – an arrangement, really. To be honest, I would have agreed to almost anything. I was successful – I still am – with more than enough money for both of us to lead an opulent lifestyle. She would have the houses, the fast cars, the jewellery, the clothes, the credit cards. What I would get in return would be her as my wife. It was an agreement that I readily acceded to.

But then came the rub. 

Even though it was very useful to me business-wise to have a stunningly beautiful woman as my wife who would accompany me to functions, my part of our bargain was still mainly sexual - I could get an instant erection just by looking at Stella in her designer underwear. But in my arms and in my bed she was cold. 

She performed her part of our arrangement in a purely functionary manner; laying back whenever I felt the urge (which to be honest was often) and spreading her long, sensual legs for me. But there was rarely a moan of lust that escaped those full, pouting lips or any sign that she really enjoyed our coupling. I tried everything that I knew in an attempt to spike her passions – and I had certainly never had any complaints before - but in the end I knew it was a lost cause. I couldn't really complain either; there had never been any mention in our arrangement that she had to be "passionate" – she was doing exactly what she had consented to.

And then one day quite recently, everything started to make sense.

Our neighbours, James and Donna who lived near us on the exclusive Parkwood estate had been having problems with their marriage for several months and James had eventually departed their five-bed roomed villa leaving his attractive blonde wife alone in the house. Stella had been a good friend to her and, to be fair, the two of them had become increasingly almost inseparable. Looking back now, maybe I should have noticed the signs but, as usual, I was way too wrapped up in my own business life to see.

Until that Saturday.

As usual, business called me and, being a Saturday made no difference. I left for my office before eight and drove the short distance in just a few minutes. As soon as I sat at my desk I was immediately engrossed in work and by the time I looked up at the antique grand-father clock in the corner, I realised that the entire morning had disappeared. 

My business is security and detection and I had been working for a female client who had suspected her husband of adultery. I had finished the case and I was just reviewing all the notes that I had made over the previous two months before submitting my final account. 

But as I read through the file, certain elements of my client's testimony suddenly seemed to have an effect on me: insensitivity towards her, unexplained absences, furtive telephone calls, a general coldness in bed. Not all of the criteria matched but a good proportion of it could have been written by me about my own marriage. That's when it hit me, Stella must have a secret lover!

Never being one to procrastinate, I immediately headed home to confront my wife with the intention of sorting things out once and for all. During the drive my mind was filled with images of fit young men with huge erections. An image of Stella's face flitted before my eyes and my imagination ran riot. How would they fuck her? Would he be on top, would she? Would she suck his cock? Would she take him analy? Would he cum on her, between those magnificent tits? By the time I pulled into the driveway I had convinced myself that I was right. There was no room for error in my thinking.

But I was wrong. In part, anyway.

As I entered the house through the kitchen and peered into the lounge my breath rushed from my body as if my chest had been crushed by a gigantic weight. Stella was sprawled on the sofa and accompanied not by some fit, younger man, but by the fit, sensual figure of Donna our neighbour. The younger woman was leaning over my wife with a lustful expression on her face and clearly about to kiss her.

The effect on me was almost catatonic. My whole body seemed to freeze up with the exception of one part of my anatomy; as the mists began to clear from my mind I realised that I was left with a pounding heartbeat and a solid erection!

As the two women embraced, as of yet, unaware of my presence, I tried to justify my throbbing reaction. Of course it wasn't so bad if she was cheating with another woman, was it? In fact not bad at all. It seemed very simple to reconcile myself to the situation with no loss of pride at all.

As I watched closely – I couldn't help myself. I defy any man to do otherwise – the two women embraced lustfully. Their hands roamed each others bodies through designer dresses and fingers stroked long, silk clad legs. The contrast between Stella's dark tresses and Donna's blonde curls was almost electrifying and as Stella's hand slipped up under the hem of her friend's short skirt to caress a black panty covered buttock, my cock jerked and grew another inch. But I had always been a participant rather than a spectator, and I felt this more strongly now than ever before.

"So, how long has this been going on?" I asked calmly as I stepped into the room.

Both girls immediately looked up in astonishment as I announced my presence.

"But...but...but you're at work?" Stella said somewhat stupidly. "Why aren't you still at work?"

"I don't think that really matters now, do you?"

All of a sudden both Stella and Donna looked suitably contrite. They had been busted and they knew there was little they could say.

"Oh God! Please don't tell anyone." Stella pleaded, almost sobbing. "Our reputations would be worthless."

I could see from Donna's expression of abject fear that she clearly felt the same way. I thought for a brief moment and then smiled. I had always been good at turning situations around for my own gain.

"Well, I guess I could keep quiet I suppose, but..."

"We'll do anything!" Donna blurted.

I smiled again. This had been the response that I was hoping for. Over three years of unsatisfactory sex and I was now staring at two women in a state of sexual arousal in my own lounge room. Of course I was fucking smiling!

"If you want my silence then I suggest that you get rid of some of those designer clothes." I laughed wickedly.

Stella seemed a little more surprised than she should have been. "What...you mean.....?"

"Of course," I replied, "did you think I would just walk away without so much as a blow job?"

My set expression was clearly enough to convince both women that I was far from joking and I saw a look of quiet compliance creep slowly across both their faces. They both looked at each other and shrugged. They seemed nicely resigned to their combined fate.

I sat back on the leather hide sofa and watched as both my wife and her best friend peeled off their short dresses. As was her habit, Stella wore black silk stockings and black lace underwear. Donna was similarly attired but her stockings were flesh coloured with lacy hold-up bands at the top. Neither woman had bothered with a bra and two pair of delectably firm tits were now mine to, seemingly, do with as I pleased.

"Panties as well, please." I stated firmly as I lounged back into the sofa enjoying the sense of power that the situation afforded me.

Neither girl objected and for a moment I saw just a hint of a wicked smile curl around Donna's full lips.

"Now, Stella, it's high time you sucked your husband's cock!

I laughed as I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear sitting back again with my legs spread and sporting an erection that throbbed wildly and pointed towards the ceiling.

As Stella complied with my demand, I pulled a nearly naked Donna over towards me and kissed her hard on the lips.

I sighed into Donna's mouth as my wife's soft lips drew my cock into her own mouth and her tongue began dancing up and over my swollen glans. It wasn't as if she hadn't sucked me before but the times had been extremely infrequent and, obviously, never under these circumstances. For a moment the thought of my marriage being in tatters crossed my mind. But this was the best sex I had had for years – possibly ever – and if that was the price then I considered it worthwhile.

Stella was using the fingers of one hand to tease my cock and balls while the other was stroking up and down her friend's stockinged thigh. As I pushed my wife's head down further onto my cock I saw her fingers slip smoothly into Donna's already moist pussy. Donna moaned into my mouth and I thrust my hips upwards as I flooded my wife's mouth with hot cum.

Although I had virtually blackmailed the girls into having sex with me, they both immediately looked a little disappointed that I had cum so soon.

"Don't worry about me," I said with a salacious grin, "with all this going on I'll be hard again in a matter of minutes! Just give me something sexy to watch."

Without another word, both girls grinned and fell into each others arms. Stella's face was still stained with the evidence of my lust and she lost no time in pulling her friend towards her and sharing my issue by way of a long lingering kiss. Their embrace lasted for several moments and concluded with both nearly naked women tumbling to the carpet in a flurry of limbs.

Donna's face was straight between my wife's open thighs and Stella immediately did likewise. I sat transfixed on the sofa as I peeled off my shirt and resumed stroking my cock back to an erection. With the soft, sensual lapping sounds and satisfied moans that both Donna and Stella were now indulging in, I knew it wouldn't take long. I also knew that, if they kept up their frantic oral ministrations on each other, both women would be enjoying their own orgasms very soon.

Actually it was Donna that climaxed first and the trembling of her hips and legs followed my a low, rumbling groan of lust from deep within her throat, indicated to me that it was indeed a good orgasm. But if Donna's climax was good, then Stella's, that followed only a few seconds later, could only be described as shattering.

My wife's back suddenly arched as if an electric current had been passed through her. Her toes curled inside her black stockings and the nipples atop her firm breasts hardened into tight, rose coloured buds. Her buttocks lifted clear from the carpet and while her friends continued to nuzzle at her exposed and stiff clitoris, she collapsed in a frenzy of exhaustion.

With my penis now back to full attention (are you surprised, dear reader?), my wife's drained condition was just what I wanted. With a wink I signalled to Donna who was kneeling with her thighs spread and idly stroking a finger through the moist folds of her pussy lips.

"Like to help me with her?" I whispered.

Donna grinned back her affirmation and we both picked up my still twitching wife from the carpet and bundled her onto the sofa. My hands immediately went to her legs and, gripping a black silk ankle in each hand, I dragged her legs open to expose her soaked snatch.

Whilst I lined up the head of my cock with her Stella's pussy, Donna was busy at the other end. Throwing her leg over my wife's head she lowered down her own vagina onto Stella's face and began to grind her pelvis back and forth.

"Damn, that's so fucking hot!" I commented as I thrust myself deep into my wife. "I guess she can really eat pussy, yeah?"

Donna's reply was at first merely a grunt and deep moan of approval. Her hips moved up and down over my wife's face causing her hard clit to rub over Stella's nose and mouth. 

"Ohhhhh!" Dona exclaimed as her hands went to her breasts and began teasing her nipples. "Eat me baby......lick me....eat my cunt and ass too!"

Having already cum previously in my wife's mouth, I was now more in control of myself. My stamina was holding up well. Deep thrusts and lunges into Stella's pussy produced stifled groans as her tongue sought out her friend's most intimate orifices. 

And then with a high pitched wail, Donna climaxed again. This time it was just as powerful as before but seemed to go on for much longer. I grinned as I punctuated each of her howls of delight with a firm thrust into my wife's soaked snatch.

"I know that Stella is not much into it but I am." Donna breathed somewhat cryptically as she climbed down from the sofa. Her legs were a little wobbly as she stood before me with her blonde hair glimmering under the lights.

"Into what?" I questioned as I halted my thrusts into Stella's tight body

"Stella doesn't like her ass filled, we all know that. But I do. Would you like to ass-fuck me, Tony?"

It was said so matter-of-factly that I half wondered if I had heard her correctly. Did my wife's best friend just invite me to stick my cock up her ass or did she just ask for a dry Martini with a twist. I thought I'd better check.

"Say again?"

"Jesus, Tony. Just stick that big cock up my ass, will you?"

In what seemed like a blur of activity to me, I was suddenly sitting back down on the sofa with Donna's blonde hair tickling my face and her pussy and ass hovering just above my groin. Stella was busy too. Her hand wrapped softly around my shaft and steadied it while her friend began to lower herself down.

Stella's tongue had done wonders in lubricating Donna's ass and, as my throbbing cock head pressed against the entrance to her tight back door, the hole opened under the pressure and let a few inches of my erection inside.

Both Donna and I gasped out loud as I penetrated her. It felt as if my shaft was being gripped by a velvet covered vice and as the blonde woman began to ride up and down on my throbbing tool I knew that another cum was almost imminent. I could feel the familiar tingling in my balls. I realised that I only had a few moments left before I was going to unload again and said so straight away.

"Don't do it inside me, Tony," Donna sighed as she lifted her self up again, "I want to see you cum this time!"

In a flash Donna had raised herself completely from my twitching tool and had pulled my wife over, pushing her back down on the sofa so that I was looking down at the familiar face and pert breasts that had before seemed so cold to me in the past.

But not this time. With a couple of quick pulls on my cock I pointed myself down at Stella and jerked off furiously. In a moment my cum began to fly from the tip of my cock and splash down onto her covering her face ant tits. With a word of encouragement from Donna she opened her mouth and allowed my hot seed to coat her tongue and lips. Donna bent down quickly as I spurted. Her face was only inches from my contracting penis and as her pink tongue extended, she lapped my cum from the tips of Stella's nipples, her nose and her eyes. As before, the two women kissed deeply, swapping the sticky issue from one mouth to another. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.

And afterwards the inquisition.

Would my marriage be over? Would Stella, infuriated at my blackmailing, turn to Donna for comfort and disavow me entirely? As the three of us dressed in virtual silence I had to wait for my fate to become evident.

For several minutes silence reigned supreme. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was watching as breasts were once again covered by thin dresses, vagina's were hidden behind silky panties and stocking covered feet were tucked back into designer shoes.

I couldn't take any more of the silence. I knew that it was all over.

"Ok," I said to Stella. "You get to keep the house here, the beach house and the BMW. I'll also give you a healthy allowance each month. Satisfied?"

Stella looked back at me, her expression almost emotionless.

"No."

"Damn it woman, what else do you want?"

"I want this." Stella said simply. 

I glanced over at Donna who was beaming at both of us.

"I want this." Stella repeated. "The three of us together. And I know Donna does too. She's been craving cock ever since James left."

"Not that he was much good when he was here!" Donna interrupted.

Stella laughed and continued again.

"Here's the deal, Tony. We keep this between the three of us and repeat the performance three ..."

"No four!" Donna interrupted again excitedly.

"Ok, four times a week. And you pay Donna the same allowance that you pay me. Then you'll have two trophy wives! What do you think about that arrangement?"

Well, they say that actions speak louder than words and as I reached into my jacket for my check book, I could already feel the action of my cock thickening once again!



The Arrangement



"Oh yes," Christine enthusiastically replied.. "I've seen all the musicals - well, most of them. 'Phantom of the Opera', 'Chicago', 'Mary Poppins'...."

Brian exploded. "Good God! Musicals! 'Mary Poppins'. That's not real theatre."

"It is for me."

"What about straight plays?"

"Non-musical, do you mean?"

"Yes."

Christine shook her head. "I've rarely seen one. A couple of Shakespeare's when I was at school and - something else a few years ago. Can't remember what it was. I wasn't very impressed."

"Oh, Lord." With his elbows on the table, Brian buried his face in his hands.

The waiter chose that moment to return with the drinks. "Are you all right, sir?" He sounded concerned.

"Yes, yes, yes." Brian removed his hands from his face and elbows from the table. "A minor problem, that's all."

The waiter placed the drinks down and presented the bill, which Brian signed, writing his room number. He put a tip - surprisingly generous, Christine noted - on the waiter's tray.

"Thank you, sir."

It was a bad start to the evening, but Christine became an Oscar winning actress and pretended that she was unaffected by Brian's rotten mood. The play, a comedy, was most amusing and she enjoyed it far more than she would have expected. In fact, she laughed so much that the rest of the audience was affected and, after a slow beginning, the whole atmosphere brightened. 

After the play they went for another drink: "Before you go home."

That put an end to Christine's worry about the outcome of the evening. Sex was not on the agenda unless she offered it, according to Margie. But what if the man was persistent. Was it a case of giving in to keep him quiet? She wasn't at all sure. Brian Warbrick had just put her mind at rest; he didn't want it anyway. Strangely enough, she felt a little hurt that he should so obviously spurn her.

They went to a crowded and noisy bar not far from the theatre. Shouting, trying to hear each other above the chatter of other punters, was not conducive to conversation, so little was said. After a quarter of an hour they left and Brian hailed a taxi for Christine.

He opened the door. "You enjoyed yourself tonight, I think."

"Yes, I did. The play was really quite funny."

"It was supposed to be. When George Bernard Shaw wrote it I expect he was hoping for a few laughs." 

"I've heard of him."

"I should hope so. He wrote 'Pygmalion' as well." There was no reaction. "Perhaps you know it as 'My Fair Lady'."

Christine smiled. "Oh yes, of course."

She stepped into the taxi and Brian slammed the door. Settling back into the seat she gave her address to the driver. As the cab pulled away she looked back through the rear window; Brian was still standing where she'd left him. She thought he looked forlorn and lost.

*****

"We have a problem," Margie announced.

"We do?" queried Christine.

"I have a booking for tomorrow."

"Don't ask. I'm not going to stand in for you again."

"Was is that bad?"

Christine shook her head. "No, it wasn't bad at all. Quite pleasant, in fact. He was a bit quiet and a little off-hand, but not unattractive. A man of few words; at least to me. He did tell me he was a widower. His wife was killed in a road accident - and their unborn child. Two years ago."

"It seems to me that he can't have been as off-hand as you suggested if he told you all that."

"No, maybe not. After an uncertain start we seemed to get on quite well."

"That's good."

"But I'm still not doing it again. I hated the thought of being paid to be charming to a perfect stranger."

"It wouldn't be a stranger tomorrow," Margie informed her sister.

"What do you mean?"

"It's him again."

"You mean Brian?" Christine looked surprised.

"Obviously you made a good impression. He specifically asked for Maryann. Nobody else would do."

"Really?" Christine couldn't help feeling a little pleased.

"That's why we have a problem. As far as he's concerned, you're Maryann."

"Oh dear, whatever can we do?"

"What I suggest is that you keep the appointment and when you get the chance tell him the truth. In future he can book Maryann - me - or someone else."

"He'll be furious at being tricked."

Margie smiled. "I don't think so. You'll explain it all very nicely and he'll fully understand the last minute emergency and how self-sacrificing you were."

"I hope so."

"Does that mean you'll do it?"

"For his sake, not yours."

"Thank you, sis." Margie lightly kissed Christine's cheek.

*****

He was there. Same place, same time. But there was a difference. His greeting was warmer with a hint of a smile. For her part, Christine was glad to be seeing him again. For the past month her thoughts had frequently drifted to their evening together. How long was it? He'd paid for three hours; perhaps it had been a little longer. Even so, a ridiculously short time for him to occupy her mind so much.

He ordered drinks.

"Are we going to the theatre again?" Christine asked.

He nodded. "Marie and I always took advantage of this monthly visit to London. There was usually something we wanted to see."

Christine smiled. "But not a musical."

"No, never."

"You're really a cultural snob, aren't you?"

Brian looked at her. "Do you think so?"

"To dismiss a very popular form of entertainment as nothing but rubbish...."

"I didn't say that," Brian protested.

"As good as. You dismissed it out of hand as not being theatre."

"Yes. I suppose I did."

"Where are we going tonight? Another comedy?"

"Afraid not. This one's a rather serious, weighty play, I'm afraid. 'Death of a Salesman'. Arthur Miller."

"I'll try not to snore."

They looked at each other for a moment then burst out laughing. He put his hand on hers. It was such a simple, unthinking and natural gesture that neither of them thought anything of it.

"It's a long play, that's why I've booked you for four hours."

Christine was brought back to reality with a start. This was not a date; it was a business arrangement. Her time had been paid for and she was nothing more than an escort. Perhaps this was when she should tell him the truth.

On the other hand, it might be better to leave it until the end. This was his night and she didn't want to spoil it. Heaven knows what his reaction might be.

Yes. That was it. Wait until after the play.

*****

Brian was right. It was a long play. And weighty. Nevertheless, Christine was caught up in the power of it and couldn't stop discussing it until they were back at his hotel.

"Can I tempt you with a nightcap?" Brian looked at his watch. "Or maybe not. It seems even four hours wasn't long enough. It's almost half past ten. The witching hour."

"I thought it was midnight when Cinderella turned back into a drudge."

"Is that what you do? Turn into a drudge."

"Not really. I work. It's a nothing very much job in a bank, but it keeps me off the streets."

"Does it?" Brian quietly asked.

Christine realised this was the moment.

"I don't care about the time. I'll have the drink with pleasure."

They made themselves comfortable in the hotel bar and Christine steeled herself to explain the true situation. Before she could open her mouth Brian took away the opportunity.

"I've enjoyed our two evenings with each other. I was totally devastated by the death of Marie. Could barely hold myself together. I tried getting drunk a couple of times to blot everything out, but it didn't work. All I got for my pains were two mighty hangovers. My sister, Andrea urged me to find someone else, but I'm not ready. That's why this escort thing is just right. When I come to London I'm not on my own."

"What about the rest of the time?" Christine enquired.

"I manage. It's a struggle, but I manage. Full of self pity, you see."

"You are rather."

He looked surprised. "You needn't agree with me."

"It's the truth."

"The truth can hurt sometimes."

"Yes. It can." Christine felt her chance had completely slipped away.

"I can't cope with a proper relationship, but a paid escort is the perfect answer. We get on very well together. Extraordinarily well."

"Yes, we do."

"So I'd like to make this a permanent arrangement. I'll give you a list of my dates and you make yourself available. Perhaps - for five hours."

"Only as an escort. No sex."

"Of course. Understood."

Christine sat back in her chair. She should tell him. This was not what she wanted. She wasn't an escort, for heaven's sake. It was her sister who was the escort. This was not what she wanted.

But what did she want? She was totally confused. A few hours in his company and she - she what? She was jealous. Jealous of a dead woman who had claimed all his love for herself. All he had left to give was money.

She should tell him.

And lose him completely.

But what did that matter? Love at first sight was only for silly romantic stories. It didn't happen in real life. You had to get to know somebody; all their idiosyncrasies and quirky little ways; all their foibles, tempers and flaws. Love didn't come out of the blue, just like that.

And yet...

She should tell him.

"Are you still with me?" His voice cut into her thoughts.

"Yes."

"What do you say? Does it present a problem to you?"

"Problem? Yes."

"Maybe you don't want to see me again."

"Oh, that's not the problem."

She should tell him. But the words stuck in her throat. If this was all she could have, at least for now, then she would have to be content.

"I agree."

Brian breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad."

"But don't phone the agency. I'll give you my number." She reached into her bag which, typically, was crammed full. Needless to say, pen and pad were to be found if she dug around long enough. "And Maryann is only the name I use for - for business purposes. My real name is Christine."

"I prefer it."

"Do you?"

"I'm not sure what a Maryann should be like, but somehow, not like you."

"Ah. Here it is." She finally found the pad. "Now all I need is a pen."

"Here." Brian offered her one.

"Thank you." She wrote out her name and telephone number. "I've put my mobile, too."

"I'll give you my card in case you want to get in touch. If I'm not to contact you through the agency what about payment?"

Damn. She hadn't thought of that. She didn't want paying anyway. Could she say this one's on me? No, that would be no good. The whole point was that he needed to pay for her company. It was his policy of non-emotional involvement.

"Give me a cheque."

"Right." He raised his glass. "To a successful arrangement."

Christine gave a weak smile. This was not what she wanted.

***** 

"Feeling a little better, are you?" Christine asked.

The small boy, still heavily bandaged but sitting up in bed, managed a slight nod. "A little, Auntie."

She patted his hand. "That's good. Your mummy tells me you should be out of here next week."

"I'll be glad to go home."

"I'm sure you will." Christine bent over and gave Toby a brief kiss on the forehead. "I'll come again tomorrow. Mummy will be in later."

"Right."

Margie was waiting at home with the kettle boiled ready to make a cup of tea.

"I imagine he's looking better." Christine made herself comfortable on a settee. "It's a bit difficult to be certain with all those bandages. It's certainly been a long job."

"Nearly six months." Margie sighed. "I thought I'd lost him a number of times."

"Um. Very worrying."

There was a silence between the two women.

"How is it going?" Margie eventually asked.

"What?"

"You know what. Your punter, Mr. Brian Warbrick."

"He's not my punter."

"The only escort in the business with only one client."

"Leave off, won't you."

"That bad, is it?"

"I love him. He doesn't love me. The oldest story in the world. He thinks he has to pay me to keep him company."

"Tell him the truth."

"I can't. He only wants me as an escort once a month. It's not much, but I don't want to lose even that."

"That sounds pretty pathetic."

Christine sniffed. "I suppose it does."

"Have you taken it further?"

"Made love, you mean? No. We've been to the theatre, had dinner some drinks, but nothing more."

"Have you any idea what to charge if he asks?"

Christine shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I'm not doing it for money."

"You're taking it for escort services. That's only one step up."

"I suppose that's the grey area you talk about."

"Something like that."

"I'm not taking any money at all."

Margie looked surprised. "I thought you were pretending to be a paid escort. How do you do that without taking money?"

"He gives me a cheque, but I don't cash it."

Margie sighed. "What a waste of good money. You could always give it to me if you have a conscience about it."

"No, I couldn't. He would really be paying me for my company then."

"What's the difference? He thinks he's paying anyway."

"But I know he's not."

Margie shook her head in bewilderment. "You've got me, dear sis. Logic goes out of the window."

"Take my word for it; it's different."

"Whatever you say."

All the same, whenever Margie looked at her slim bank balance and thought of the money she could have been earning from Brian Warbrick she felt more than a little annoyed. 

*****

Over the months the sessions had become longer. Brian now booked Christine from 6 until midnight.

"Less pressure on time. We can relax more." They were sitting in an up-market restaurant in Soho. "Did you enjoy the play tonight?"

"I found it a little confusing."

"It was a mystery, after all."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you come away from it still mystified by the plot and characters."

"True. Perhaps we should see a musical next time."

Christine smiled. "Are you going slumming?"

Brian shook his head. "Not quite. 'Sunday In the Park With George' is on. I've seen it before, but would like to compare this new production."

"I don't know it. But, I'll look forward to it."

"It's a Stephen Sondheim piece. I consider him to be a very literate writer and perhaps it's unfair to label his works in the musicals genre. Some of them, anyway."

"You really are a cultural snob, aren't you," said Christine laughing.

"If you say so."

"But I love you all the same."

It was a throwaway line, but as soon as the words came out Christine was shocked to realise the truth of them.

Brian hesitated, his gaze fixed on a wine glass which he slowly twisted. "Forgive me if I've got this wrong, but I always thought that an escort was prepared to offer further services."

"At an agreed extra charge." Christine felt a tight knot of tension in the pit of her stomach. The moment had finally come.

"Naturally. So far you haven't offered. Does that mean you find me too repulsive?"

"Oh no. Not at all."

"Was that going too far? I must admit, I don't consider myself repulsive, but then I'm biased. Perhaps I'm not attractive enough. I lack emotion. Too withdrawn. Even, perhaps, a little cold?"

"Do such things count when sex is exchanged for money?"

"I would have thought not, but you tell me."

Christine knew her face was red with embarrassment. "It isn't that I don't want to. It's just...."

"You were waiting for me to suggest it. After all, I'm doing the paying and maybe one hundred and fifty pounds an hour is my limit. For instance, tonight will have cost me over one thousand pounds if you include theatre tickets, drinks and dinner."

"A lot of money," Christine murmured.

"It would be if I was actually paying."

"Pardon?" Christine was startled.

Brian put his hand over hers. "I've been checking my bank statements."

"Oh?"

"You haven't cashed the cheques."

"Er - no. No, I haven't"

"Not very business-like. Especially for someone who works in a bank. The first one will soon become useless."

"I...I didn't realise it had been so long."

"Don't you need the money?"

"I... Christine struggled to get out the words. This couldn't go on any longer. She had to put a stop to it. "I'm a fake," she finally blurted out.

He looked surprised. "Fake?"

"I'm not - actually - an escort."

There.

It was out.

"I don't understand."

"My sister is the escort. It was her you booked the first time, but her little boy was run over and badly hurt that same day. She didn't want to lose the money so I stood in for her. It was only supposed to be the once. When you asked for her again it became awkward."

"I'm sorry."

"What about?"

"Your sister's little boy. I know what it's like. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult situation. Probably for making you feel cheap when I paid you for your company."

Christine managed a smile. "Actually, I thought I was pretty expensive."

"There are more pricey escorts." Brian looked and sounded distracted. "I...I didn't want involvement. That's why I paid."

"I know. You told me."

Christine picked up her bag, opened it and took out the cheques. She put them on the table in front of him.

"You'd better have them back. Tear them up yourself." She rose from her chair. "It's me who owes you an apology for deceiving you all this time. I'll be going now. Thank you for - everything."

She left the restaurant, glancing back as she stood in the doorway. Brian was sitting as if frozen to his seat, staring at the cheques in his hand. In the taxi she was barely able to hold back her tears. When she got home the floodgates opened.

She had lost him.

*****

"What's wrong, love?"

Andrea had noticed the change in her brother when he returned from his recent trip to London. For the last few months he had been a new man with a spring in his step and a sparkle in his eyes. He had given no reason for the metamorphosis, but Andrea guessed there was a woman behind it and she was pleased. Now, suddenly, he had reverted to being morose and withdrawn. His shoulders were hunched, his face grey and pinched.

He knew that he was behaving like a callow, love-sick young fool. Unable to concentrate on anything, even work, he found his thoughts constantly returning to Christine. Her deception was perfectly understandable and, anyway, what did it really matter? She said she loved him. Of course, it was spoken in a light-hearted way with no depth of feeling. Still, perhaps she did.

As for him, it was quite clear that he had been more affected by Christine than he cared to admit. Despite only being a paid escort she had got under his skin. His plan to shut himself down and wallow in the memory of his lost love and wife had badly backfired. He didn't quite know how to react to the revelation of Christine's true status. It should be a relief. He should feel happy, but instead he felt profoundly disturbed. He thought his emotions were under control and he had got the balance right; a little feminine company, but no expected commitment. He had been faithful to Marie.

"You got caught, didn't you?"

"Pardon?" Andrea startled him out of his reverie.

"You wanted to shut the world out and wallow in self-pity, but you've met someone, haven't you?"

"Can you tell?"

"All the signs are there. What's happened? Has she turned you down?"

"No, it's nothing like that. It wasn't that kind of relationship."

"What then?"

"I hired an escort."

"You paid a woman for her company?"

"Yes."

"And anything else?"

"No. We haven't had sex."

Andrea was puzzled. "If she's only an escort why so much gloom?"

"I've fallen in love with her."

"Oh."

"And she's not an escort."

"You've lost me."

So Brian explained.

"Let me get this straight. You thought Christine was an escort and looked upon you purely as a meal ticket. It upset you to find you were falling in love with her and then you got even more upset when you found out she isn't an escort at all. She may even love you back."




The Arrangement



"Maybe."

There was a slight pause and then Andrea began to laugh. It was infectious. Brian joined her. They laughed until the tears were falling.

"What are we laughing about?" Brian finally managed to ask.

"You."

"I'm glad you find me so amusing."

Andrea held his hand. "Go get her, lad. She'll be good for you. Marie belongs in the past. Leave her there."

*****

"It's Brian. I'll be in London on Tuesday and I've got two tickets for 'Sunday In the Park With George'. I'd love you to be my escort. If you're free that night meet me at the usual place."

He left the message on the machine having deliberately phoned when he knew that Christine would be at work. He was nervously waiting at the bar of the hotel when he saw her come in. She threaded her way between tables and chairs until she stood next to him.

"Mr. Warbrick?"

"Yes."

"I'm Christine. Your escort for tonight. At least, until midnight. After that..."

"Yes?"

"We'll have to negotiate a new price. But I warn you. I don't come cheap."

He took her into his arms.

"You're worth every penny," he murmured.

And they kissed.



The Arrangement



"We'll start slowly. I don't want to scare you."

"Alright," I answered, trying to mask my nervousness. "What should I do first?"

"Take off your clothes."

I bit the corner of my lip, and forced myself to smile. Sex wasn't entirely new to me. I'd done it with two guys before. But usually, it was a little less...formal. Plus, it was usually dark. At least darker, but now every light in the hotel room was shining. I felt sort of like I was on stage. 

We'd come upstairs right after dinner, right after we finished The Talk. He hadn't kissed me or tried to touch me at all, and that had sort of taken me off guard. I don't know exactly what I expected. Mood lighting, maybe some corny lines or something. Definitely compliments. I mean, that's what I'd gotten with each of the other two guys I'd been with. But The Senator was different. 

Walking through the restaurant, he'd placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me like you see men do in the movies. That had never happened to me before. It felt kind of romantic, and it made it seem, I don't know, like I didn't have to think for myself. Like I was totally in his hands. It was cool, but a little odd. When we got to the door he unlocked it and ushered me inside. I love words, obviously, but sometimes it takes an epiphany to really understand them. Until The Senator guided me into and toured me around his suite, I never totally grasped the meaning of the word "ushered." 

As we made our way through the rooms, him flicking on every light we passed, he kept up kind of a running commentary about the history of the hotel, and this suite in particular. Not exactly the kind of conversation I'd envisioned after our dinnertime agreement. But what did I know. I'm only 18, after all, and one boyfriend my sophomore and junior year, and one small indiscretion after my senior Christmas dance did not a woman of the world made. I'd seen enough episodes of Sex and the City, though, to make me think that the course of events weren't following the normal pattern.

When we reached the bedroom, he stepped away from me and sat in one of the big armchairs, and proceeded to tell me he didn't want to scare me. I wasn't. Scared, that is. I was excited. Nervous. A little turned on, oddly enough. I didn't expect that. It could have been the dinner, or maybe The Senator himself. He's older, of course, but actually very handsome. A big guy, a couple inches over six feet with wide hands and manicured nails. His hair is gray and neatly trimmed. Looking at him always makes me think of Sean Connery without the beard. 

His voice was formal, very matter of fact. Actually, he kind of sounded like my gynecologist. Since I sure as heck didn't know what to do, I decided to mimic his mannerism. I unbuttoned my top, which on the hanger looked ultra-conservative and boring but once on me, was low cut and tight enough across the boobs that my dad would have had heart failure if he'd seen it. I turned, folded the shirt neatly, and set it on the edge of the bed. Next came my skirt, an awesome black leather mini that I'd saved three months of baby-sitting money to buy last Fall. It, too, I folded and set aside. 

I turned around. I was standing now in high heeled, strappy black sandals, lacy white panties, and a white lace bra. I wasn't anywhere near a mirror, but I knew I was looking really, really good. "Would you like me to take off the rest," I asked calmly.

The Senator smiled his approval. Obviously mimicking his demeanor had been the right way to go. I was relieved. Instead of answering me, he asked, "How large are your breasts?"

"36C."

"Good. You know, statistically speaking that's probably the perfect size. Especially for your frame. You're very slender. Do you participate in athletics?"

"I've run track and cross country all four years, but that's it." I thought a minute. "I've always thought playing tennis would be fun."

"Excellent," he said. "Tennis lessons can certainly be arranged. Now, take your bra off, please."

I reached behind myself and unclasped the closure, letting my straps fall down my arms. Coyly, I held the cups in front of my breasts and smiled, thinking he might like a bit of a striptease.

The Senator held up one hand. "Amanda, I promise that as our relationship develops, I'll enjoy arousal games we might play. But for now, think of your self as an asset I've recently acquired. And, like any asset, I need to take an inventory. So please, just do as I say."

"Of course," I answered simply, instinctively knowing that a flowery apology would only irritate him. I quickly took off my bra and set it aside on top of my shirt on the bed.

"Step closer."

I walked close to him standing between his legs but not touching him. He reached up and cupped my breasts, his hands were large and warm. "Very pert," he said approvingly. "Definitely one of the benefits of your age." He ran his thumbs over my nipples. The room was chilly, and they had been slightly pebbled, but they tightened at his touch. He looked amused.

"You find this arousing, don't you?" He asked.

I felt like a huge dork, and looked away without answering. It sounded stupid, but, yeah, I did.

"Amanda," he chided. "Please answer me. And please be honest. If you do, I want to know, but if you don't, I want to know that, too."

I cleared my throat and found that I was totally unable to match his clinical tone. "Well, I don't really know why, but I do. Find this arousing, that is." I was nervous, and when I'm nervous, I get diarrhea of the mouth. "I didn't think I would, actually. Not that you're not great, but you know. It's just strange, and really sudden."

"You said you'd enjoyed sexual encounters you've had in the past," he reminded me.

"Yes, but it just doesn't seem like I should enjoy this. It should be, you know, a means to an end." 

"You're a very unique young woman, Amanda. You've been working in some way for my organization as your volunteer project with the children's home since your parents were sent away and you were sent there. You've set goals for yourself, and I can help you achieve those goals. I've been watching you for several years. I can't imagine that comes as any sort of surprise to you. Taking control of your future is a heady thing. It's quite natural that you would be excited. Besides, working in my campaign, I'm sure you've heard your share of rumors. I'm a very skilled lover, Amanda, and if you did enjoy sexual things you've done in the past, then I'm sure that you're entering into this relationship with erotic expectations of your own."

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him. My breasts were at the exact level of his face. Slowly, he pulled one of my nipples and then the other into his mouth and sucked lightly, then pulled away. "I'm going to stimulate your nipples for a few minutes. As I do it, I want you to tell me how it feels. What you like, what you don't like. Any ideas or questions you may have. Things like that."

He started by reaching up with both hands and taking my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. At first he caressed them gently, occasionally cupping my breasts with the heels of his hands. They were slick with his saliva, and his fingers played with them skillfully. I'd always loved the under the shirt petting, but this was eons better than that. I heard myself moan softly.

"You like that, don't you?" He asked me.

"Yes," I said shakily, leaning into him slightly. 

Using his grip on my breasts, he pushed me away. "Ah, ah, ah, Amanda." My name as a caress of breath. I felt my eyes drift closed, and I was embarrassed for a moment to realize first that I was getting wet, and second that he could probably smell it. Slowly, his fingers changed, they began to pinch, lightly first, then harder. "Tell me how it feels," he reminded me, his voice firm.

"I like it. I—it hurts, but it's nice, too."

"Good, good." He suddenly twisted my nipples viciously. "And this?"

"Ouch!" I yelped. But even though it hurt, it was still somehow exciting. I told him so.

"I think that's far enough for now," he said. "I have to tell you, Amanda, I'm very, very pleased with my new property so far. Now, please step away and take off your panties and your shoes."

I was feeling frustrated at this point, and a little confused. I didn't understand how he could just...stop like that. Hearing myself referred to as property made my stomach tighten oddly. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but of course I didn't contradict him. I had agreed to give up the right to contradict, to say no at all, really. 

"Now, lay on the center of the bed," he ordered.

I went to the bed, an extra-large king, and lay down on my back, again feeling silly but not saying anything.

"Pull your knees up, and spread your arms."

As I did, I heard him get up and felt a weight on the bed near me. His hands closed over my ankles, and ran up my legs, stopping at my knees. For an instant, I remembered seeing buyers do almost exactly the same things with horses at the state fair auction, but I pushed the thought out of my mind. Holding my kneecaps, he firmly pulled my legs apart. I felt my pussy lips open, and cool air against me.

"Beautiful," he said.

I felt a rush of pride at the compliment. 

"Leave your legs exactly like this," he ordered sternly. I tried not to be embarrassed. In the bright room, I knew he could see absolutely everything. Skimming his fingers down the inside of my thigh, he ran them over the mound of my pussy. It was bare. I had shaved for the occasion. 

"I'm glad to see you shave, but you've got a little razor burn. I want you to let your bush grow back in. I'll arrange a waxier for you. She'll help you determine the optimal schedule, but I think you'll find that preferable to constantly shaving. And I can't stand stubble." He paused. "Actually, what would you think of laser hair removal? We could have your legs, pussy, under arms, really whatever you want done."

"Whatever you prefer," I answered. 

He actually clapped his hands. "Perfect answer Amanda! I'm so glad we understand one another so well. I know this is going to be a wonderful relationship."

I don't know why, but I was getting so turned on. I could feel my pussy open and dripping on to the bed. Obviously, my condition was pretty apparent to The Senator, too. He went back to his inspection. A little roughly, he spread my legs wider and pulled my pussy lips open. Using his eyes and his fingers, he examined my clit, pulled apart my inner labia and looked at my urethra. Then he slid a finger inside my pussy. It felt so good, I moaned again and started to press my legs closed.

Moving like lightning, he reached up and slapped me hard across the face. "DO NOT close your legs!" His voice was furious, steely. My cheek stung, and I felt shocked. As I forced my legs to open again, and I heard in my mind his words at dinner.

"I know what you want, Amanda. You want your parents out of jail, and you want enough money and power to make sure you never lose them again.. I can give you both of those things, but in tern you'll have to give me something. I want your body. Total control of every part of your life until I'm finished with you. We'll be very close, Amanda, closer than you can imagine. I will know every single inch of you. I'll do things to you that right now, you can't even conceive you'd ever let be done. I'll use you. I'll abuse you. Sometimes I'll treasure you. Sometimes I'll lend you out, and sometimes I'll keep you tucked away for days at a time. It doesn't matter, because whatever I want is what you'll give me. And when I'm finished with you, I swear you'll be in a position to become the most powerful woman in this country. You can back out now if you want to—last time offered. Do we have an agreement?"

Remembering his words, I forced myself not to react to the slap. "I'm sorry Senator, I wasn't thinking."

Mollified, he returned his hands to my open vagina. "I think I can forgive you, Amanda." And with that, I felt his finger slide back into me. I was still wet. Skillfully, he began to stoke me. "Would you like to come, darling?"

"Yes," I whispered eagerly. God he was good. His rhythm was amazing. He was pressing so deeply into me. A second finger joined the first. I don't know how I managed it, but I forced my legs to stay wide open as he masturbated me. "I—it will take me awhile unless you play with my clit, too."

"It's alright, Amanda, I have plenty of time. Just relax and enjoy it. I don't care if it takes you all night long." 

I had never been so wet it my life. When I masturbated at home it didn't even feel this good, and nothing in my sex life to that point had prepared me for it. Something in his tone, in the way he told me to take my time, flicked some sort of switch in my mind. Suddenly, I barely even felt like I was in my body anymore. I just gave myself up to the sensations. There was no pressure, no sense of time. 

I came like I never had before, in a flood all over his hand. When I finally got my bearings again, he was still sitting beside me smiling. "Better?" He asked.

"Oh my God," I panted. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

"Excellent. Now, turn over please."

In spite of the post-orgasmic lethargy I felt creeping over me, I did so immediately. He inspected my back, my arms, my neck, thighs, legs, feet. When he reached my ass cheeks, I felt like I'd melted into a puddle.

"Have you ever engaged in any anal play?" He asked me.

I closed my eyes. This was the part I was dreading most. "No, I said softly," then remembering what he said about wanting to know my feelings, I continued, "I'm nervous about it."

"There's nothing to be nervous about at all, darling. We'll take our exploration of that area very slowly. Do you trust me not to hurt you?"

I thought about that for a moment, and decided to go with honesty. "No. I think you are going to hurt me sometimes. That you like to hurt women. But I trust that if you tell me you aren't going to hurt me, you won't."

"You're very astute, Amanda."

He slowly pulled apart my ass cheeks. I felt open in a way I never had before. "Is it gross?" I asked tentatively.

He laughed. "Not at all silly girl. Really, it's just skin. You're young, and obviously very clean. Now, reach back and hold yourself open for me." I did, feeling silly and awkward but not complaining. One slap had been enough to teach me, for now at least. I felt him stand up, and heard him go to the nightstand and take something out of the drawer. Suddenly, something small and cold was running down my back.

"This is a tube of Anal Ease. It will help you as we explore this area by numbing you somewhat." He coated his finger with the gel, and moments later, I felt it sliding wetly back and forth across my anus. Gently, pressing forward a little at a time, then withdrawing to rub more lubricant in, he started to slide his finger into my ass.

At first, it hurt so badly tears welled out of my eyes. Thankfully, the numbing agent kicked in relatively quickly, and the pain diminished. "Is this hurting?"

"A little," I answered frankly.

"Well, that's to be expected. This is something we'll work on slowly." He continued to work my rear, and before long, he was making noises of approval. "Good, good." He was sliding his finger all the way in and out now. It still felt weird, basically like I had to poop, but I wasn't going to say that, but it was numb enough that it didn't hurt at all anymore. Eventually, it seemed like a really long time, he apparently finished.

Moving my hands away, he rolled me back onto my back and spread my legs again. Without a word and with no warning at all, he buried his face in my pussy. Licking and sucking wildly, he ate me out. I've only been gone down on once before in my life, but this was completely out-of-this-world better. I lost track of the number of times I came. It seemed like he knew exactly what I needed to push me over the edge every single time. He finally stopped almost half an hour later. 

Rolling away, I caught his eye. I was puzzled. "But don't you want me to do something for you?" I asked. 

He laughed. "Oh, you'll do plenty for me," he assured me. "But not tonight. Tonight I just wanted to test-drive my new toy a little. Now, go wash up and put on your panties and let's go to bed." 

We went to separate bathrooms in the suite, both of us hurrying through our nightly ablutions. We met back in the bedroom a few minutes later; he was turning back the covers. I walked over to him. Without thinking, I commented, "I'm not really tired." Whirling around, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back painfully.

"What did you say?"

"N-n-nothing. I'm sorry. I didn't mean I didn't want to go to bed. I was just commenting."

"Stupid little whore," he growled, pushing me down on the bed. I was too stunned to struggle. Probably a good thing, too. I don't actually know what he would have done if I had. Straddling my thighs, he reached behind him and fumbled in the nightstand drawer, pulling out a Gideon copy of the Bible. Using the book, he wailed on my ass cheeks until they were red and raw. I was crying, apologizing, and finally he stopped. 

"Are you tired now?" He sneered.

"Yes," I said, sniffling as we crawled into the bed. I cuddled against him, nestling in his arms, and he spooned me and stroked my hair until I drifted off to sleep between the 1,500 thread count sheets.