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Walt and Rhonda Ch. 01

By: toomuchinmyhead



Chapter 01 - Car Rental

This whole thing had begun as a joke, she remembered. They had carried the joke on for while, then it had become a tease; a comment to entice each other with, as unrealistic as it was new and exciting. But the joke had become an idea, and the idea had become fantasy. And now she sat with her eyes closed in her seat as the plane began to taxi, feeling him still dripping from inside her. She could try and convince herself it wasn't real, it never happened, but the sticky wetness leaking into her panties would not allow it. 

When Rhonda's husband, Walt, had mentioned the idea of joining him on his business trip she had leaped at the chance to escape the beginnings of the Northeast winter for a few days in the Miami sunshine. Walt had found a way to take a few days before the weekend, and they had planned a mini-vacation at the hotel where his business meetings would be after the weekend. Rhonda would stay until Sunday, then leave him alone to work. 

The joke had begun at the car rental counter, where Rhonda had signed for the car while Walt checked his blackberry. As she'd been looking forward to their time alone, she was already in a playful sexual mood. Andy, the young man at the rental counter, was incredibly handsome and friendly. She felt a spark of sexual attraction even though he was likely ten years younger than her forty-five. The way he smiled, the way his eyes sparkled seemed, she thought, more than just good customer service, and she felt a swell of pride that she could still attract a male eye. She immediately dismissed the idea that he was flirting with her, even when he inquired as to when she would be returning the car. Relaxed by his easygoing nature and good looks, she blurted out her plans to return alone, leaving her husband to work. He mentioned that he might see her back then, as he might be working at the time. His eyes twinkled, and he smiled at her, and she felt a little excitement again.

In the car on the way to the hotel, her sexual urges prompted her to tease Walt. She told him how she thought the young man, Andy, had been flirting with her. Walt, who was just as horny as Rhonda (he was always horny, Rhonda thought), had teased her back, joking that maybe she should have sucked his dick for a better rate.

"The rate is pretty cheap already," she told him, "and he upgraded us free." She touched Walt's arm as her drove. "But maybe I'll suck his dick anyway!"

They had laughed, both feeling the sexual stirrings, and that was the beginning of an intermittent sexual banter between them that lasted until they were in their hotel room. Of course they both knew that it would never happen, in twenty years of marriage neither of them had strayed and they were hopelessly in love. But she found that she enjoyed the idea of teasing Walt, and he seemed to enjoy her pretend sluttiness. 

And so, as they spent their days together, the 'Andy Idea' came up repeatedly, escalating from a blowjob, to sex, to an affair. To threesomes. All day they aroused each other with sexual talk, frequently referring back to the young man. Sometimes the talk got graphic, and once while she sucked Walt's cock in the shower, she looked him in the eye and told him, "This is how I'm going to suck Andy's dick." Walt had near exploded, pulling out of her mouth and shooting onto her face and tits. She teased him more afterwards, hinting that she might even call Andy and have him meet her at the hotel, where Walt could watch him fuck her. 

Needless to say, their sex for the few days was wild and exciting. The talk loosened them, allowed them to do things they'd never done, say things and share desires with each other that they had previously hidden, or not had. Ronnie, as Walt called her, put her finger in his ass while she sucked his balls. She masturbated for him, playing with herself while he jerked his hard cock. He told her to say she wanted his hot cum on her face, and she did, taking a facial like the sluts in the movies they occasionally watched. But her vacation came to an end after a few days, and it was time to catch her flight back home, and in the early afternoon she kissed Walt goodbye. 

"Tell Andy I said hi," he joked as she got into the car. "Don't be too rough with him," he grinned.

"I hope he's rough with me," she replied, grinning, remembering the pounding Walt had given her last night, just the way she liked, hard and deep. They laughed, and kissed, and she headed for the airport, remembering all the sex. It was always exciting on vacation, and she hoped it would still be exciting at home. 

She dropped the car, and went into the rental office to see when the shuttle came. When she walked in she saw the flight board, and was dismayed to see her flight was delayed. She hoped it wouldn't be long; she hated hanging in the airport. She looked around, and was happily surprised to see Andy at the rental counter. Remembering the innocent flirting (and subconsciously enjoying the attention) she went to him. He remembered her, and she asked about the shuttle. His dazzling smile and flashing eyes nearly blinded her to his answer. 

"My flight's delayed," she blurted innocently, "I hope it's not too long. I hate being trapped in the airport."

"You're headed for New York?" he asked. "Didn't you hear? They are socked in with weather. Some flights are already cancelled. Did yours get cancelled?" He seemed genuinely concerned.

"No, it's delayed. Three hours. So far, anyway," she smiled.

"That's too bad. The reports aren't good though, I'm afraid. I don't think they expect it to clear up anytime soon."

Her shoulders slumped at the news, and he noticed. "Hey, it's not that bad. You're still in Miami. There are worse places to be stuck. You could be stuck in New York trying to get here." She smiled grimly at his effort to cheer her, and realizing it hadn't worked, he tried harder. "Have you eaten lunch?" he asked.

She thought she'd heard wrong. "Excuse me?"

"Lunch. Did you eat?"

"No, I figured I'd eat in the airport."

"Oh, that's bullshit. If you have to, I guess you can, but you don't have to." He smiled again, that dazzling, virile handsome smile. "Why don't you let me take you to lunch? I hate to see you distraught, and you've got plenty of time, now." He flashed those beautiful eyes. "Come on, it'll be fun. I won't try anything, I promise," he kidded, and inside she suddenly hoped he WAS kidding. She thought about being seen with him, what people would think, and she found the image pleasing.

In a rash moment, she agreed. 

They took his car to a nearby bar and grill he sometimes frequented that had good food. He called a friend of his at the airport and asked him to call him if anything changed on her flight, to keep her mind at ease. They ordered, and chatted. They had a few drinks. She talked about her life, and he about his. He was easy to talk to, a good listener, and he was SO easy to listen to. The timbre of his voice, watching his mouth move, his eyes, his smile. Just dreamy.

Towards the end of dinner his phone rang, and he got bad news. Her flight was delayed further, another two hours. Frustrated and dismayed, she felt all the good feeling she had almost slip away. They discussed her plans as they returned to his car. When they got in, his phone rang again. This time her flight was cancelled, as were all flights to New York. They were expecting a break in about six hours. When he told her, she was crushed, and then he asked his friend to try to get her onto any airline, the next flight out.

He hung up, and explained to her the situation, and what he had asked his friend to do for him. She felt a wave of gratitude, and she kissed him on the cheek, impulsively. As soon as she did it, she caught herself, frozen just inches from his face. She saw his expression, and felt herself moving without thought, and then her lips were on his; his beautiful, sexy lips, and she felt her tongue slip into his mouth. Thoughts rushed through her head, one top of another. You are kissing a man who is not your husband, oh, my God, he's a great kisser, what am I doing, holy shit he's hot, I'm married, I shouldn't, I can't stop myself. 

She felt his hand behind her neck, stroking her, pulling her into the kiss, and she went willingly, bending her neck to get further in, cramming her tongue into his mouth, her lips open and accepting his hot tongue inside her, feeling it swirling. She felt his other hand on her shoulder, rubbing forcefully, and then it slipped down to her breast. She felt him squeeze and fondle her, and felt her nipples harden, and her body responded urgently. She felt her hips move involuntarily, her thighs rubbing together. It's wrong, she thought. I shouldn't, she thought. But I am, she realized. She reached for him, her hand to his shoulder, feeling his size and shape, the youth and vitality. It slid down his chest, feeling the heat from his body through his shirt, absorbing it, tracing the structure of his developed chest, down to his stomach, feeling just a little softness covering hard muscle. And then to the front of his pants, where she brushed his hardness, almost pulling away, and then grasping it firmly through his pants. 

She broke the kiss, her hand still on his swollen member, his on her breast, tweaking the nipple through her bra. She tried to speak, caught her breath.

"I -- I - " she struggled. "I want you." She managed.

He looked into her face, his sparkling eyes burning into her. "What do you want?" he asked. His mouth curled up slightly at the corners, as though he had a secret he wanted to share.

"You," she stammered. "I want you."

"What do you want," he teased, "you have to say it." He licked her lips, pinched her nipple, hard. "Tell me."

"I -- I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want to," she paused, and her dirty talk teasing with Walt came back to her, and she blurted, boldly. "I want to suck your cock." The words spilled as though they had a life of their own. "I want your hard dick in my mouth, I want to feel it throbbing in my mouth. I want to lick your balls. I want your tongue in my, in my pussy. In my CUNT," she added with emphasis. "I want your cock in my cunt, fucking me, pounding me." Shame burned in her face as she confessed her lustful desires. "I want your cum in me, filling my cunt, covering my face, filling my mouth. I want to swallow you." She couldn't meet his gaze, and looked down in shame, seeing her own hand clutching his bulge. She released it, withdrew her hand.

His hand left her breast, touched her chin, lifting her head. She kept her eyes down, afraid of her uncontrollable lust. What had happened to her? She heard him calling her name, and looked up, and fell into his eyes. He said something about his place, but she never heard, she only saw his face, his eyes, his lips moving. She imagined his cock, hard and pounding her, inside her, filling her with heat, passion and cum. 

The next thing she knew he was leading her from the car, into a building. Condo, she heard. She would remember later thinking the lobby was very nice, and noticing that he keeps his place clean, as though guests were expected.

But right now she was on her knees fully dressed in his living room, her mouth stretched around his ample meat, firm and hot inside her hungry mouth. She sucked him, licked him, coating his hot rod with her saliva, wanting to please his cock, make him feel good, good enough to want her, to take her, to give it to her hard, and long, and hot. His cock filled her mouth, felt so good on her tongue, even as she stretched her jaw to take more of him inside, wondering if she might suck it off his body, keep it forever. One of his hands was down inside her shirt, inside her bra, roughly squeezing her nipple, sending bolts of pleasure directly to her pussy and clit. One of her hands was between her own legs, rubbing her hard nub through her pants. Her other hand was wrapped around the base of his cock. She opened her eyes and saw her wedding ring there, on the hand that held his beautiful, seductive shaft. She looked at it as she bobbed her head, her tongue rubbing the sensitive underside. I am married, she thought, to a wonderful man that I love, and who loves me, and all I want is for this stranger to shoot a hot load of cum into my mouth so I can swallow it, and relish the taste, the heat of his cum. She felt ashamed, and delirious with lust and surrender. 

He pushed her head away, pulled her up to him, kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth and lips. He pulled back. "You suck my cock so good," he said, and she swooned as little. "I want to taste your slutty cocksucking mouth." She felt her knees give out, and she held his broad shoulders to keep from falling as he kissed her again, hot and wet, driving his tongue onto her mouth.

She broke the kiss this time. "Your tongue," she managed to gasp, "So hot, so strong." She took a deep breath. "I want it in my cunt, now!" he gasped. She was undoing her pants even as he pulled her shirt up, over her head. She removed her bra as he pulled down her pants and panties together, her sandals slipped off and she worked her legs out of her clothes, naked now in front of this man, this stranger who wanted her as much as she wanted him. He put an arm under her, and lifted her, picking her up in his strong arms, and she wrapped hers around his neck as he carried her down the hallway, opening a door, and threw her body on the bed.

In a second he had her legs apart and his face was between them, and her body jolted in shock as his tongue touched her wet pussy. She felt her lips part for his mouth, felt her wetness spill out, confirming her desire for him. She squealed when she felt his tongue slip inside her, and cried out when he touched her clit for the first time. She was engorged with blood, her button hard and exposed, and he tormented it. In seconds he brought her to her first climax with a sudden rush that caught her by surprise, screaming her orgasm to the room. He stayed with her, easing her through her cum, and then went after her again, bringing her quickly to a series of three consecutive, but smaller orgasms.

He let her come down then, his hand stroking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. He brought his face to hers and she attacked it, kissing his mouth, wet with her juices, smelling herself on his lips, tasting her cum on his tongue, so nasty, so wanton, so hot. She squirmed beneath his hard body, feeling the muscles in his back and shoulders, grabbing his ass cheeks, hard, demanding. She felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach, felt the heat from his love muscle, and moved herself under him, trying to manipulate his cock to her pussy. She felt his hips pull back, allowing only the head to touch her open lips; her pussy was shaved for her husband, now yearning for this man, this beautiful sexy stranger. 

"Please," she murmured.

His head lifted, and he looked at her, holding his cock at bay, teasing her.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please," she repeated, "Please fuck me! Please stuff your beautiful cock in my pussy, fill me, fuck me!" She bit his lower lip playfully. "Please, now, I need you cock in me now, in my hot married cunt, my slutty married cunt, now! Please!" And her next words were lost in her howl as his cock pushed inside her, opening her, splitting her pussy open to take the invading meat, and she kept shouting as she felt it slide all the way inside her, poking her insides, up into her belly, and she came again, instantly, muttering to him, "I'm cumming on your cock, feel me, I'm cumming on your cock, oh, you're making me cum so good, oh fuck me, fuck me," over and over. 

He slowed his thrusts, allowing her orgasm to pass. She felt a sheen of sweat burst from her skin, and a chill broke out on her, tingling through her body. She felt another orgasm building, but he kept his pace slow, holding her at the edge. Her pussy was clenching at him, trying to hold him inside her, keep him there forever. She babbled nonsense, clawed at his back, pulled on his nipples, clutched the firm cheeks of his ass. She probed a finger at his rear hole, played there, and he reacted, pushing into her, hard. Getting what she wanted, she probed more, slipping a fingertip inside, and he began pounding in earnest. He put his arms under her knees, spread her legs and lifted them to her chest, and began driving all the way into her, smashing his groin into her, his cock deeper than before. 

She grunted as he pounded, and he spoke with his thrusts. "You ... like ... that ... slut? You want ... my cock ... in your ... cunt? You want ... to be ... fucked hard?" She felt her breath being driven out with each impact, his cock felt like it was in her chest, and still he pounded, she heard sloppy wet noises as their parts smashed together, felt his balls bouncing of her exposed asshole, stretched open by the position he held her in. "You want ... my hot cum ... in your ... wet cunt?" She groaned, and grunted, and then he stopped thrusting and mashed his pelvis into her, rubbing and grinding against her clit. She felt his cock moving around inside her, touching all the sides as he shifted against her, and she finally managed to answer.

"Yes, I want your fucking hot cum in my cunt, you bastard! Fuck me, fill me with your hot load, Shoot your hot fucking cum into me, fill my cunt with your cum! Oh, I want it, I want to feel it hot, shooting in me, fucking cum inside my cunt!" She felt like there was some other woman talking in her voice, some awful slut of a whore who didn't care who she fucked, only that she got fucked, hard and hot. 

He began stroking in and out of her again, pumping hard. He raised his body up, grabbed her ankles and pulled then apart, exposing her obscenely. He told her to look at herself, ad she craned her neck to see her pussy, spread open and stretched around his cock as it slid in and out of her. It was so nasty, so hot.

"See your slut cunt taking my cock? See your married slut hole getting fucked?" he asked, and she did, and she was horrified and thrilled, and she put a hand between her legs, grabbed his cock as it emerged, felt the slickness of her juices on his shaft.

"Oh, yeah," she came back at him, "my slut cunt loves your cock fucking me, give me your cum you fuck, fill my married cunt with your hot juice, look how wet you make my pussy, see how my pussy wants your cock?" She moved her hand to her clit where it stuck out from it's hood. "My clit is so hard, so hard for your beautiful cock in my cunt!" She rubbed herself, felt the sensations in her clit race through her body. "Cum in me, I want to cum when you shoot your hot cum into my cunt!" Her fingers teased her button, feeling the hardness, stroking herself to bring on her orgasm. She felt her pussy clamp down, clenching on his throbbing meat. "I'm gonna cum, oh, cum in me, fill me up, oh, I'm gonna cum I'M GONNA CUM, OH, OOOHHHH I'MMM -!!!" She screamed as a massive orgasm took her, shaking her body, and as she peaked she felt him spasm and jerk, and she saw his chest tighten and his mouth open, and she felt the heat sear her inside, and felt the wet lava spread through her, oh, the glorious feeling of being filled with cum, and another climax followed the last one, and she lost herself in the heat spreading into her, through her, and spilling out around his cock, and feeling the sloppy mess her cunt became. As he stopped jerking he released her ankles and settled his weight onto her body.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, catching their breath. She thought she could feel his heart pounding onto her chest, felt his body trembling. After a few minutes he raised up, looked at her. "Pull up your legs," he told her, "I want you to see." She put her hands behind her knees and pulled them up to her shoulders, so her hips angled up into her view. He lifted his torso and she looked down between their bodies and she could see his cock still buried inside her, wet and slick, cum leaking out the sides. Slowly he slid his cock out of her, still mostly hard, coated with his cum and her juices, until the head emerged, and a string of cum connected their bodies. It was deliciously awful, and she gasped slightly as he left her, feeling empty, and wet and slimy and wonderful. 


Walt and Rhonda Ch. 01



He moved quickly, then, launching his body up hers until his cock was at her mouth, and she opened without thinking and sucked it in, tasting herself again, but mostly tasting him, his cock, and his wonderful slick cum, fresh from her cunt, into her mouth. It slid inside easily, and she sucked it clean, relishing the flavors of their lust, coating her mouth with the flavor and texture of his cum. He pulled out, and she swallowed their combined fluids. 

He pulled back, took her hand from her leg and replaced it with one of his own, holding her open. He pulled her hand to her open pussy, and stroked her fingers into the mess oozing from her. He pushed her fingers inside her, and she felt the slick, wet heat in her own cunt, her hard-fucked and sloppy cunt. He pulled them out and drew the hand up to her face so she could see them, coated with cum. She opened her mouth and aggressively shoved the fingers inside, eating the cum from them, sucking and licking them clean. 

"You were wonderful," he said to her, releasing her legs, her fingers still in her mouth. She slid the fingers from her lips and looked at them. She licked a drop she'd missed, and looked for more. She found one, stuck on the back of her finger, at her wedding ring. What have I done, she thought, but licked her lover's cum from her ring anyway. Delicious, she thought, but what have I done?

He got off her, and dressed quickly. She lay in bed watching him, feeling his cum drip from her, down between her ass cheeks. His phone rang and he left the room to answer it, talked briefly, and came back in. 

"We have to go," he told her, tossing her clothes onto the bed. "You have a flight leaving shortly. We have to hurry, though, he doesn't know how long he can hold your spot."

"Can I clean up-" she started, but he stopped her.

"No time, he told her, "all the other flights are full. If you don't make this one you'll be here till tomorrow. Hurry."

She scrambled from the bed, pulled her clothes on, feeling her pussy squishing and leaking into her panties. She dressed quickly and they were on their way back to the airport, in an uncomfortable silence. As they approached the departure terminal, she spoke.

"I don't do this all the time, you know," she offered.

"You should," he said, "you're very good at it."

"I mean with other men. I've never done this before, with another man." She paused. "I don't know why I - " She looked at him, and he smiled, and those eyes and lips called to her, again.

"I know," he told her. "But you should. I mean it. You are VERY good at it." She smiled back. "Will you tell him?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "But if I do, it'll be a great story!" She blew him a kiss and got out of the car, feeling herself drip a little as she hauled her bag out. 

A half hour later she was in her seat, and took out her cell phone. She still felt herself oozing cum. Nasty slut, she thought, and smiled. She sent a text to Walt.

SORRY FOR NOT CALLING. FLT DELAYED, WEATHR IN NY. FUCKED ANDY :) LOL. CALL WHEN I LAND. MISS U. LOVE R

I'll see how he reacts, she thought, and turned her phone off and closed her eyes.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 02



Chapter 02 - Mini Skirt Girl

It started pretty much by accident. Walt was sitting on the bench with his wife, Rhonda. They were enjoying the quiet evening, the weather was still warm, and the grounds of the hotel complex were so wonderful, you could just sit outside and enjoy it. It was around seven in the evening, and they were talking and sharing each other's company. Rhonda had to leave soon; she had packed, and they were spending their last hour or so relaxing before she headed for the airport. Walt would drive her there in the rental car, drop it off (he's have no need for it for the next few days) and grab a hotel shuttle back. Her flight was at nine-thirty.

They had been at the hotel two nights already. They'd arrived early Thursday, creating a mini-vacation around Walt's business meetings that would start the next day. They'd spent their time just being together, relaxing, and having great vacation sex. When they were away from home Rhonda just seemed more relaxed, more open, and her desires tended to rise, to be more compatible with Walt's. She'd even teased him about having sex with another man, a fantasy that had fueled their passion, talking about it while fucking, and when she sucked his cock. At the pool, and at the bar, she'd starting pointing out women to him, asking him he'd like to fuck any of them, describing their attributes, teasing him to horniness that made their sex hotter, more frantic, more urgent. But tomorrow was work for him, and home for her, and they were just enjoying the last of their time together. 

Being a Saturday night, there were plenty of affairs scheduled at the hotel, and Walt knew that there were others, like him, who had used the business trip to take a few days before or after as personal time. Many people, from other companies as well as the vendors they worked with and the organization that arranged the meetings, took advantage of the opportunity to spend an extra night or two away. 

What Walt didn't expect was to see someone he knew from prior meeting. So they were sitting on the bench, talking, watching the comings and goings of hotel guests, commenting on the notable ones. It was no surprise to see a young woman in a miniskirt emerge from the wing of the hotel, headed for the main building where the bars and clubs were. What he saw approaching was one girl in a miniskirt and two others in slightly longer dresses, club clothes, likely on their way to a night of fun, and he tried to divert his eyes, trying not to let Rhonda see him looking at them. He tried to talk to Rhonda, distracting her and himself from the view of the three hotties as they approached, chatting with each other animatedly, as young women do. 

"What time do you land," he asked her.

"After midnight," she answered, "I'll text you when I land, and then when I'm back at the house."

"Hi, Walt," he heard before he could answer. He turned to the voice, and it was the miniskirt girl. She'd stopped in front of them. He looked at her, tried to place her face, but felt like he was seeing it for the first time, and struggled not to look at her long, slim legs stretching out beneath her skirt. The face was familiar. He struggled for a name, then found it.

"Vanessa?"

"Good, you remember!"

The sight of her made him uncomfortable to be talking to her in front of Rhonda. She worked for the organization that had arranged the convention, and he knew her slightly from past events. But he'd never seen her like this before. He only knew her in jeans and a loose company polo shirt, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. His imagination went into overdrive as he drank in her appearance and tried to form words. 

"Yes, of course, but I almost didn't recognize you, you know, dressed. Dressed up." He swallowed. "You look nice." She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top that allowed some cleavage to peek out between her firm young breasts, with a black miniskirt that, while sitting, was almost at eye level, raised by strappy sandals with a four-inch heel. Her hair was done up, and she wore makeup that changed her pretty face to strikingly beautiful. 

"Well, thanks," she said. "My friends and I are going to a Company event, a party before the real work starts tomorrow." She motioned with her hands. "This is Rachel, and that's Brenda."

"Oh, hi," he managed. "Nice to meet you." He heard a sound next to him, felt a squeeze on his arm. "Oh, sorry, Vanessa, this is my wife, Rhonda."

"Oh, hi," she chirped. 

"Hi," Rhonda said, with a friendly tone, "I thought for a second there that he might forget I was here."

Vanessa laughed. "Are you staying? The weather's been great."

"Actually, no, I'm flying home tonight," Rhonda told her, "on a late flight, but we've been here for a few days already." Walt's eyes wandered over Vanessa slyly as she and Rhonda conversed. He was very conscious of Rhonda at his side, as she pulled his arm closer while she talked. "It was great, it was the first time we did this, coming down early and taking a few days together."

"It's too bad you're leaving, you could come to the party."

"I thought it was a company thing," Walt asked, trying not to sound like he was ogling. "For employees."

"Yeah, but everyone brings friends, it's okay."

"Sorry, but I have to bring Rhonda to the airport soon."

"Maybe you could come at the end."

"I'll be back around ten, I think," he told her, and felt a squeeze on his arm. Was he in trouble?

"Oh, it ends at ten," she said, frowning. "They don't want everyone up too late and tired and hung over when the work starts!" Her face brightened. "But if you get back early, stop by. At least you can get a free drink!" She turned to Rhonda. "It was nice meeting you."

"Same here, have fun," Rhonda answered, and the girls turned and left.

Walt sat in the silence, trying not to look as they walked away.

"Look at that tight little ass on her," Rhonda said. Shocked, he turned to face her, and she pointed at the girls. Turning the other way he saw Vanessa walking, tight little ass indeed, and wondered why Rhonda was pointing it out to him. He turned back to her when the girls were out of sight.

"Do you think she's hot?" she asked.

He sputtered. "Ahh, well, yeah, I guess," he managed.

"Oh don't be an ass," she grinned, "Of course she is, and I know you noticed." She grasped his arm with both hands, leaned into his shoulder, face up close to his. "I bet you'd like to fuck her," she grinned teasingly. "Does she make you hot? Does she make your dick hard?" One hand slipped from his arm and brushed across his crotch. He glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but they were alone. She looked too, saw no one, and grabbed at his dick through his pants. "I think she wants this," she told him, her voice lowered. "She wants you, she wants you to give her this." She squeezed him and he felt himself getting hard. She noticed. "Oh, so you do want to give it to her!" She squeezed again, grinned and fondled his growing bulge. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Like what?"

"You can say it, go on. Tell me you'd like to fuck her." He hesitated. "Go ahead, say it. You'd like to get this dick into that young, tight pussy, you'd like to fuck her brains out like you fucked mine out yesterday. Admit it." 

"Yeah, I'd like to fuck her."

"You want her to suck your dick too?"

"You better believe it!"

"Would you eat her pussy? I bet you would." Her hand left his crotch, and moved to his face, touching his lips. "I bet you'd like to get these sweet little lips on her cute little pussy and lick her till she cums," she whispered.

Walt gasped, and turned to her. "What -- what's got into you?" 

She laughed then, a fun, jovial bright sound that tingled his ears and settled in his heart, and he fell in love with her all over again. "Oh, Walt, you are so transparent, I love that about you." She kissed him. "I was just teasing, you know, to get you excited. I'm sure she's a nice girl." She changed her voice to the mock-seduction tone. "But she probably can't control herself around a handsome older man like you, so you stay away from her." She stood up. "Come on, let's go get my stuff."

"It's still early," he told her, rising, trying to hide his erection. 

"I know, but I want to suck your cock before I go, so I can remember the taste while I go home."

"Oh, you say the nicest things," 

"Besides, that way you won't need it as bad," she snaked her arm into his as they walked. "Or, if you do fuck her, you'll last longer!" They both laughed. 

"Maybe I won't be able to resist her," he chuckled. "She be so overwhelmed by the animal nature of a man who's twice her age, that she'll throw herself at me, and I won't have any choice," he chuckled. 

"Yeah, that's what'll happen," Rhonda joked.

Back in the room, Rhonda went in first, and as Walt closed the door she dropped to her knees, facing him. He turned and saw her there, sitting back on her feet, and she looked up at his face, and reached for his belt, pulling him to her. 

"Come on, get it out."

"Really? I thought you were kidding."

She began unbuckling him. "I am not kidding, I want to suck you off before I go," she said, her voice coarse and thick. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. "I want your dick in my mouth, and I want to suck it until you cum," she said, pulling his pants to his ankles. "And I want you," she said, looking up at him, her hands poised at the waistband of his briefs, "to cum in my mouth. I want to taste it, and swallow it, so I can think about it all the way home." She pulled his briefs down over his hard cock, and it sprang up into her face. She grasped it in her hand and said to him, "You think about me doing this after I go home," and opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick, taking the head into her mouth. She licked around it, wetting it, and then began bobbing her head up and down the shaft a few times, before she pushed her head down as far as she could take it, her lips reaching about two-thirds down his shaft. Then she sucked hard as she pulled back up.

She popped off long enough to say, "As much as I want to deep-throat you, I just can't, sorry," and then opened her mouth wide, tongue out flat, and looked at him as she rubbed his cockhead on her tongue. He groaned, and clenched his hips. Then she vigorously licked the sensitive underside, just below the crown, felt him squirm, and then took him back into her mouth. 

When his shaft was slick with saliva and his pre-cum, she circled his shaft with her hand and moved it closer to her mouth, creating a long wet sheath that enveloped his cock, ending in her mouth. She began bobbing slowly, stroking him with her mouth-hand combo, checking the depth to make sure she wouldn't suddenly gag. She started picking up speed then, bouncing her head up and down, sucking as she pumped his cock into her mouth. He was grunting almost constantly now, she felt his hips jerk, and felt his cock suddenly swell, harden. She continued pumping, and when she heard him growl she felt him twitch, and the first hot jet of cum splashed into the back of her mouth. She pulled back till his cockhead was at her lips and opened her mouth wide, tongue flat, and allowed him to see his cum shooting into her mouth, a second blast, a third, and then the remaining spurts coating her tongue. He mouth was filled with the hot salty batter of his cum, it pooled in her mouth, coating her gums, her teeth. When he was done, she smiled, allowed a little to drool out, and licked her lips at him, before swallowing nasty mess. It took two swallows to get it all down. 

Walt looked at his wife, smiling up at him, her lips slick with saliva and semen, and little drip at each side of her mouth, running down to her chin. God damn, she was wonderful! Beautiful, sexy, and fun, and still surprising after all these years. His legs were still weak when she stood up, and kissed him on the lips, lightly. 

"You remember that," she said. "Think about me, on the plane, still tasting your cum. When they offer me a snack on the plane, I'll tell them, 'no thanks, I had something before I left'."

He pulled his pants up, and they loaded her bags into the car, and headed for the airport. 

Two hours later he was back. The hotel shuttle dropped him at the main building, and as he turned to head back to the outer buildings, where his room was, he glanced at his watch. Only nine, he saw. He had assumed he'd be back much later, but they'd left a little early, and returning the car had taken no time at all. He had planned to get back to his room after ten, watch some TV, and go to sleep. Maybe read a little. He always brought books when he went away, but he and Rhonda hadn't done much reading the past few days. 

And so he stood in the lobby, suddenly with a choice. He could go back to his room early, read more, watch more TV, and go to sleep. Or he could try and find the room where the party was, the one Vanessa had invited him and Rhonda to. Will I be hanging out with children, he thought? Not likely, as it was a party for the entire organization, the people running it were all mature, even if the staffers were just out of college. Going to his room made sense, it was the sensible, mature decision. He turned to walk, and thought, it's the old decision. It's the stuffy, I-forgot-how-to-have-fun decision. It's only an hour. I'll have a couple of drinks, say hello, and go home when I originally planned. He turned back and headed up the hall, looking for the sign outside one of the ballrooms. As he hunted, he wondered if he'd be allowed in. Vanessa had said people brought guests. But alone? Well, he'd size it up when he found it, he thought, searching. If he found it.

Passing a side hallway, a sign at the end caught his eye, and he stopped and headed down. As he approached he heard club music thumping, and he started to think he'd made a bad decision. It was the last hour, and likely only the younger folks were left, and the music had changed to suit the remaining crowd. It didn't seem anyone was at the door; he wondered if it was okay to just walk in. Maybe he'd just peek inside, and take a look. Maybe he'd go to his room after all. 

As luck would have, as he approached the door swung in, and he was greeted by a loud blast of thumping bass, way too loud, as an older couple, though slightly younger than him, exited. He heard the woman say something about the 'kid's music' as they passed. He stood in the open doorway, looking inside. The room was mostly dark, and as his eyes became accustomed he saw groups of people, one mixed, clustered near the bar, another, the older folks, clustered away from the center, and the third, the younger ones, on the dance floor, dancing in groups and twos and threes. He felt suddenly uncomfortable, like he was crashing a party. Well, technically, he was, he thought. He didn't back out, but he didn't go in, just stood there, indecisive, until he thought he heard his name called. He turned to the bar crowd, and there was Vanessa and her two friends, what were their names? Rachel, he remembered, and Bonnie? No, Brenda. They were headed for the door. One of the girls, Rachel, he thought, looked a little over-indulged. 

"Hey, Walt, you made it back. Is it ten already?" Vanessa asked as they approached him. He could barely hear over the music. He found himself almost shouting his response. 

"No, a little after nine, I got back earlier than expected," he told her. 

"I'm glad you came, I didn't want to leave, but I didn't want to stay alone. We have to take Brenda back to her room," she said, leaning in to him to be heard over the music. So the other one was Rachel, he thought. He said hi to them. Vanessa turned to Rachel and asked if she could handle getting Brenda to her room. Rachel laughed and said yeah, again, and they all chuckled, and Vanessa kissed her friends and they left, and she pulled Walt by the arm towards the bar. "Come on, have a drink," she said, leaning into his ear. "Brenda is a lightweight who thinks she's a heavyweight," she laughed. "It's not the first time we had to take her home early."

They got to the bar, and Walt ordered a Vodka Collins; Vanessa ordered a white wine. They moved to the side, and sipped, chatting. 

"I'm glad you decided to come," she said in his ear, so close he could feel her breath. She had to raise herself up on her toes to talk to him, and steadied herself by holding his arm. He was aware of her closeness, and felt just slightly uncomfortable. He thought of Rhonda's assessment that she would want an older man, and dismissed it as ridiculous. They were just talking. 

"Well, I almost didn't," he told her, "I didn't want to be the oldest guy in the room," he joked, "but I didn't want to admit I was so old that I couldn't have a drink." She laughed, and slapped his arm lightly. 

"You're not old, you're just mature," she told him, and then he laughed. 

"Yeah, mature," he said. "I'm so mature I haven't recognized a song yet."

"I hear that," she told him, "I'm not a fan myself, but it's just for the dancing, not listening,"

They chatted about work, about what he does, about what she does for her organization at this show, about what they liked and disliked of their jobs. They got another drink, and he wondered how many she'd had before he arrived. She didn't seem too sloshed, so he guessed not too many. He hadn't had much to eat and was starting to feel it, loosening up.

Eventually a song came on that he'd heard before, something by Outkast, he thought. "Hey," he told her, "I actually know this one. Rhonda likes it, she always turns it up when it comes on the radio."

"Oh, so she's cooler than you?"

"I guess, at least on this," he admitted. 

"She seems really nice. Too bad she had to leave." She ginned at him. "She'd probably make you dance!"

"Yeah," he agreed, "She probably would!"

"Come on, dance with me," she said, putting her drink on a nearby table, and pulling his arm. He held back, but she resisted, and he finally put his drink down and let her drag him out to the dance floor. 

He danced casually, befitting his age but she would have none of that, and danced the way the rest of the younger folks danced, circling around him, touching him, touching herself, and occasionally rubbing up against him. His cock began to stiffen against his will as he watched her. Her young, nubile body moving, flowing so easily, her slim figure broadcasting sexuality. She couldn't really be coming on to me, he thought, a little embarrassed to be dancing with such a young, pretty woman, but his ego told him different, and his libido followed, leaving his reason behind. He began following her lead, dancing like he was fifteen years younger, and not caring what others thought. He let himself go, moving his hips, his shoulders, and she let out a whoop for him, and picked up her pace. Soon she was pressing into him, then pulling away; when her body pressed against him he felt the heat from her through his clothes. His dick was betraying him, and he wondered if she would notice, glancing around to see if he had a clear moment to adjust himself and hide the bulge that was beginning to form. 

Before he had the chance the song ended, and slipped into a slower song, and the DJ let them know this was the last one. He froze, thinking that she might press herself against him, and want to dance slow with him, and he nearly panicked when she took his arm, but she led him off the floor. She held his arm and they returned to their drinks, and she was laughing lightly, thanking him for a great dance. He blushed, to be complimented by such a young, pretty girl, and she noticed, and told him how cute it was. He blushed more, and felt his face heat up.

"I gotta get some air," she told him, and guided him to the door, "come on with me." She headed for a side door that opened into the night air. He felt the cool evening greet him as they exited, and was thankful for her idea. As the door closed behind them the quiet was immediate, and he hadn't realized how warm he'd become while dancing. He felt his body cooling as his ears welcomed the lack of volume. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 02



"Wow, that was fun, Walt," she bubbled, "thanks for being a good sport." She put her hand on his chest, lightly, and left it there. "You were getting into it. Is that how you dance with you wife?"

He laughed at the suggestion. "No," he said, sedately, "we dance more like when I first started out there."

"Badly?" she teased.

"Exactly!" he laughed, and she laughed with him. They were in an area between two buildings, and she looked around, as if she'd just realized it. "O-oh, it's a little creepy here, come on, let's walk."

"You're not going back in?"

"It's over; everyone will be wandering out soon. Only the die-hard drunks are still in there now," she paused, "although I'll guess that a few of them will be finishing up at another bar, or back in their rooms." They had emerged on the walkway in front of the main lobby. "Hey!" she said.

"What?"

"You want another drink?"

"I don't know, sure, I guess," he fumbled.

"Let's go," she said, and took off walking, pulling him by his arm, away from the lobby. He tried to hold back and her hand slid to his, and he again felt suddenly uncomfortable. He'd not had any woman's hand but his wife's in his for almost twenty years. 

"Whoa, slow down," he called to her, "where are we going? The bars are all inside, aren't they?"

"Yep, but we're not going to a bar," she told him, turning, and walking backwards, looking at him with a mischievous smile that nearly melted his resolve. "We're going to my room. You like wine?"

Her comment caught him off guard, and he stumbled a little. He felt a little panic resurfacing. What was going on? Was this young beautiful girl coming on to him? He had to admit he was not that good at reading signals; he hadn't been even before he'd met Rhonda when he was dating. Why would a young pretty girl invite him to her room for a drink? Was it just innocent party talk? Was he misreading a friendly invitation? Or was it something else, something he didn't dare to imagine? And why was he going along? 

He allowed himself to be pulled along, resisting at first as she pulled at his hand. She was walking backwards still, looking into his face. He dismissed any possibility that it was something more than innocent. Even as he did, he was taken again by how good she looked, how her body moved, leaning back slightly, pulling at him, how her hand felt holding his, how her breasts looked straining up at him, her legs pulling against his weight. If only, he thought, but it couldn't be. His resistance slipped, and he walked with her, and she turned again as he stepped beside her, and her hand wrapped his upper arm. 

They talked as they walked, and he tried to focus on her words, to have a conversation, and her gentle laugh told him he was keeping it up pretty well. But all the while he was distracted by her shoulder pressed against his, her hip occasionally brushing his, her long sexy legs, her hair, her hand on his arm. The conversation was light, and fun, and he was comfortable talking to her, which helped, because the awareness of her contact was as distracting as electrical shocks.

They turned off the path to one of the buildings where the hotel rooms were, not far from his own, and they passed the bench where he and Rhonda had been sitting when Vanessa had come by with her friends. He thought of his wife, and laughed a little to himself at how she would make fun of him when he told her this story. Rhonda would be amused at how he had imagined this younger woman wanted him, that it was anything more than friendly. They'd laugh about it together.

"What's so funny?" she asked as they entered her building.

"Nothing, I was just -" he started. "I was telling myself a funny story. About telling my wife how a beautiful girl took me to her room." He grinned and felt embarrassed. "How she'll react to me thinking, you know..."

"Thinking what?" she asked as the elevator opened. The stepped in, she pressed four, and the doors closed. He felt an immediate change as the doors closed, and was stunned, almost frightened, by his uncontrolled want for this to be something more; his desire for her to actually be seducing him. When the elevator stopped, he realized she was still waiting for an answer. She stepped out, and he hesitated a beat before following. 

"Nothing," he said, watching her ass moving in the tight miniskirt in front of him. "Nothing. Just -- it would be funny, that's all."

"You'll tell her I took you to my room for a drink?" She'd stopped by a door, and took her card out of her tiny purse. 

"We don't keep secrets from each other. She'll get a chuckle out of this." The lock clicked open and she pushed the door open. "She knows how I think, and she'll be amused." Vanessa stepped inside, and Walt followed her in. It's just a drink, he said, smiling. Part of him again wished it was something more, something hot, sexy and wrong, wished her motives were sinister and seductive, but that was so unrealistic that he nearly laughed to himself as he closed the door behind himself. 

He turned and walked up the short hall into the room. She was standing by the small desk, where she'd dropped her purse. She excused herself to the bathroom and he busied himself looking around. The room was similar to his, but neater, and obviously a woman's room, makeup and personal items. Some clothes were strewn around, and he recognized the results of a woman selecting an outfit, the discards left out, not put away. He found the ice bucket, and the water glasses, and picked up the bucket as she came out of the bathroom.

"I'll go get ice," he said, "you open the wine?"

She moved closer to him, stepping directly in front of him, blocking his exit, then taking the ice bucket and replacing it on the desk. "No need," she said, and stood, facing him, and then stepped directly into him, almost touching him. He looked into her face, and her eyes came up to meet his. His mind whirled, struggled for reason, trying to stick to the script, and failing. 

"No ice?" he asked. He hands reached for his shoulders.

"Walt," she said, looking up at him, her eyes wet and intense. Her body closed the last open inches between them, and he felt her breasts brush against his chest as she slipped a smooth, supple leg between his own. "No wine."

"I thought-" he began, and then her face was closer, and time seemed to stretch slowly as he watched her, her big dark eyes slowly closing, her full lips approaching his. He felt her fingertips on his shoulders, gripping slightly, felt her breath, smelled her perfume, and the scent of her body, felt her heat as she pressed to him, and then her lips were on his, soft, caressing, touching lightly at first. As her kiss became more insistent her hands moved to his sides, under his arms, slipping behind him, pulling him closer. He momentarily admonished himself for being so dense, that he'd been wrong, had misread the signals. He had allowed himself to be lured here, this was wrong, how could he have allowed this. And then he felt her tongue slip past his lips, and all rational thought left him, and without warning he was kissing her, holding her, his arms behind her back, pressing her to him as their tongues danced lightly, their breath hot. He pressed his leg between hers, felt the heat from her crotch on his thigh, felt her leg pressed between his. His cock swelled in his pants and he pressed it into her, and she pressed back, groaning a little into their kiss. Her hand was on his face then, caressing him; in his hair, on the back of his neck. His hands fell to her slim waist, feeling the muscles move as she pressed her body to his, and then one slipped lower, touching her rounded ass, caressing, then fondling, and squeezing a full, firm cheek, pressing her hips to his. She let out a small gasp and her lips left his, kissing his jaw, then the side of his neck, his ear. He felt an electric charge course through him as her tongue touched his ear and he felt her hot breath as she sighed.

"M-mm, yeah," she whispered, as his lips trailed kissed on her bare shoulder. He felt her body heat on his lips, tasted her skin, inhaled her scent as his kisses trailed across from one shoulder, across her neck, her collarbone, to the other shoulder. He was fully hard now, his cock uncomfortable in his pants. Their hips ground together, almost fucking through their clothes, his hand on her ass slipping lower, finding the bottom of her skirt and slipping up, inside, feeling the hot bare flesh of her ass cheek, and squeezing the firm flesh. His other hand came to her shoulder, slipped the thin strap off, and he kissed down from her shoulder, down her chest to the top of her shirt. She removed the other strap herself, and eased her torso away from him slightly, keeping their hips together as she slipped her shirt up over her head.

She wore a strapless bra, and he caught a glimpse of the tops of her fabulous breasts above it as he kissed her chest, and then moved to the rounded tops of her breasts; he worshipped them, so fresh, so supple and firm. She wriggled a little, and he felt her bra slip away, and there they were, two beautiful firm mounds, not too large, but full, lively and round, standing proudly, topped by small tight pink areola surrounding her nipples. They were erect, and long, and firm, and he pressed one hand into her chest, holding the entire breast, felt her nipple pressing into his palm as he lowered his head to the other, kissing around the rounded top, down the side, and then flicking his tongue lightly in the rubbery nub. He kissed it, then sucked it in, gently, then harder as she sighed, and his teeth nibbled slightly, and she gasped as he bit lightly at it. She pulled his head into her chest.

"Oh, yeah," he heard her whisper, "bite them a little, baby, oh! Yeah, do it, you like that? You like my tits, baby?"

He moaned his assent as he sucked and bit, then switched to the other one, both hands now on her tits, squeezing them, mauling them, feeling the solid meat of her firm tits in his hands, moving from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting, pulling them up and away, then pressing his face into them as he licked and sucked, eliciting groans from her, making her grind her hips harder into his. 

She pulled his face up to hers, kissed him hard then; not light tender kisses now. Her mouth was open and her tongue was inside his mouth, exploring his, and he felt her hands at his chest, opening his shirt, rubbing his chest, squeezing, feeling him, and then she was pushing his shirt off his shoulders, her lips moving down his chest, and she found his nipple, and bit, hard, and the electric shock went through him, straight to his crotch, and he cried out with the exquisite sensation. She giggled in response and switched to the other nipple, doing the same, getting the same reaction. His hands were on her shoulders, and he lowered his face to her hair, smelling her, inhaling her excitement, matching his own. He felt hands at his waist, opening his pants, and her mouth left his nipple as she opened his pants, dropping to her knees, pulling them down to his ankles. She stroked his stomach as he worked his shoes off, and grabbed his butt as he pulled his feet free of his pants. 

He looked down at her and she grinned, on her knees in front of him, her firm young breasts exposed, her knees apart, forcing her miniskirt up her thighs, exposing a glimpse of the thong between her legs. She was gorgeous and sexy and she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and the ache of his desire filled him, tightened his chest, and made his cock throb and his balls tingle. She licked her lips, her eyes burning into his. And then her hands were at his briefs, and in a single motion she pulled them down, freed his cock, and captured it inside her mouth. 

His eyes closed as he groaned out loud, throwing his head back, feeling the sudden wet heat enveloping his head. His legs went weak a second, then he recovered. He felt her one hand cup his balls, the other grip his butt, and felt more of his shaft enclosed inside her lips. He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing the top of her head as she pressed to him, felt her tongue swirling inside her mouth, against his cock, bathing him in saliva. She pulled back slowly, and leaned her head back to see him looking. She pulled her mouth off and rested the head on her lips, smiling at him. 

"You want to see?" she asked, licking the tip. "You want to see your cock in my mouth, see me suck your hard cock?"

"Oh, you fucking know it, honey, I want to see your beautiful lips wrapped around me."

Holding his eyes, she opened her mouth, wider than his shaft, her full lips stretched open, and extended her flattened tongue. She rested his shaft onto her tongue, and slowly moved her head forward, and he watched his cock disappear inside, inch after inch, sliding up her tongue until his head touched the back of her mouth. Then, still holding his gaze, she closed her mouth around the shaft, and he saw her lips, full and plump, encircling his cock, he felt her suck and saw her cheeks draw in, and still she held his gaze as she began to slowly move her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking his hard cock. 

"Oh, fuck, that's so good, Vanessa, suck my cock, yeah, you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, m-mmm, yeah," he encouraged her. She responded by picking up the pace, the hand from his balls moving up to hold the base of his shaft. She closed her eyes then, focusing on bathing his shaft with her mouth, sucking and licking him, and he grunted and groaned as she worked his meat. She began pumping her hand with her mouth, stroking him from her palm to the back of her mouth, and he watched her lips stroking his shaft, and felt his cum begin to boil inside him, hinting at his climax. He'd thought he might last longer, didn't want to cum yet, wanted to last forever and at the same time wanted to fill her mouth, watch her take his hot load into her mouth, her lips, her face. His knees shook and his pelvis jerked forward. She pulled off, resting his cock at her lips again. 

"You want to fuck my face, don't you, Walt. You want to hold my head and fuck my sexy mouth like it's a pussy, fuck it hard, and shoot your cum in my mouth?" She licked around the head. 

"Fuck, yeah."

"I know you do. I can feel you getting ready." She sucked the head again. "And I want you to do it. I want you to use my mouth for your pleasure, fuck my face with your hard cock, and blast your hot cum all over me, make me beg for it, beg for your hot cum in my mouth." She sucked again. "But not yet." She squeezed his cock, and licked the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the tip. "Not yet." 

She stood, still holding his cock, and lifted her face to kiss him, her wet lips tasting of cock, and pre-cum and saliva, and he nearly swooned. My God, he thought, she's the sexiest woman in the world, and she wants me, she's kissing me with the lovely lips that were just wrapped around my cock!

She broke the kiss and stepped back, walking slowly backwards a few steps until she backed into the bed. As he freed his feet from his briefs and removed his socks, standing naked now, he watched her unzip the miniskirt and shimmy it down past her hips, and sit on the bed in just her thong. She watched him approach, and as he arrived she spread her legs, and leaned back onto her elbows. Her tight stomach was smooth and slightly curved above the thong, her ribs showing slightly below her breasts which remained firm and high, nipples hard and long and solid. Her chin rested on her collarbone and she smiled slyly, seductively, her eyes half lidded and dark, burning with desire. 

"Make me cum, Walt," she told him. "Lick my pussy. Suck my clit and make me cum, I want your tongue inside me, taste how wet I am for your cock." She lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, her thighs apart, and Walt saw the wet spot on her thong where she had leaked through the thin fabric. "Get in there, baby. Make me cum in your mouth. I love getting licked, love having my pussy licked." She mock pouted, pursing her lips. "Do you want to lick my pussy?" 

Walt dropped to his knees in front of her, ran his hands down the insides of her thighs, caressing her thong-covered pussy, and then slipped his hands under her hips to reach the top of the thong, and slid them down. She lifted her ass, and he pulled them away, and up over her legs. She reopened her legs as she slipped them off, and was face to face with a completely shaved pussy. The scent of her excitement filled his nostrils as he inhaled her, staring at the perfect shape of her lips, swollen and pink, framing a slightly open slit that was glistening with her moisture. Above, the hood of her clit was raised and her hard little button protruded, peeking out at him invitingly. 

"Oh, that's beautiful, you have the sexiest pussy," he whispered. 

"Show me how much you like it, baby, taste me, make me cum." 

He lowered his face, feeling the heat from her as he neared, and delicately licked around the outer lips, from the bottom of her crotch, around one side, down the other, then back again, bathing her lips, licking the delicious flavor of her pussy. He circled in, sucking on her labia, circling but not touching her clit yet, and then working lower, parting her lips with his tongue, burrowing inside. He glanced up, saw her watching him intently. He held her gaze as his tongue tickled at the outside of her love hole, and she cooed softly.

"You taste wonderful," he told her, enjoying the slight tangy musk of her. 

"Stop teasing," she told him. "I want to watch you tongue-fuck my pussy."

He felt a surge in his chest at her words, and using his hands, spread her lips wide open, and quickly pushed his mouth over her open hole, spearing his tongue inside, and was greeted with a flood of juices spilling into his mouth. He drank them down, licking, forcing his tongue deep inside her, feeling the heat from her on his mouth, sucking out her juices, pressing his face hard into her wet pussy. He heard her groan, felt her hips twitch and lift to meet him, and he licked more, deeper, swiping long licks up the length of her slit, from the base to her clit, stopping short of her button, each time hearing and feeling her respond. He felt her lay back then, and he used his hands to lift her legs, pressing her thighs up to her chest, and in an uncontrollable impulse, trailed his tongue lower, past her pussy, between her hairless cheeks, to her anus, tickling the small tight hole. 

She cried out as he made contact, and he licked at her back door, feeling the muscle respond, tightening first, then loosening and opening, and he pushed inside.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," she called out, "lick my ass, you filthy man, Lick my tight hole, fuck, that's so good!"

He redoubled his efforts, tongue fucking her ass as he had done to her pussy, making her squirm and wriggle with excitement, and then pulled back, and trailed his way back up, releasing her legs, back into her wet pussy, and finally up her slit, where he circled her clit, closing in, and then attacking it forcefully. She screamed as he made contact, and he felt her hands on his head as she thrust her hips up to meet his mouth. 

He licked her clit, then sucked it, then licked more. He worked his tongue around it, up the sides, then flattened his tongue and pressed, feeling the hard button swell against him as she cried out. He slipped a finger inside her, palm up, then added a second, and fucked her pussy with his hand as he sucked and licked her love button, listening to her pant and gasp as her orgasm approached, her cries escalating in her growing excitement. He found her g-spot, and stroked the ribbed mound inside her as he nipped at her clit, sucking it, stroking it with his tongue. Her cries became louder and more insistent, matched by her hands on his head, and her hips thrusting up into his face. She was fucking his face, and he sucked and teased her clit and pussy, and then she screamed, and her pussy gushed a flood of juices onto his hand, and he pulled his fingers out and sucked at her pussy, his fingers moving to her clit, rubbing it through her orgasm, extending it, intensifying it, and he was rewarded with another flood of her juices, filling his mouth with the sweet liquid tang of her cum. He swallowed it down, rubbing his face in her as she came, screaming and gasping, until she pushed his fingers away and pulled his hair to stop him. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 02



He pulled his head up, his face drenched in her juices, smelling her cum in his nostrils. He watched as her orgasm receded, her body settling back down, her legs relaxing, then slipping down off the edge of the bed to rest on his shoulders. He watched her breasts rise and fall, and reached out to lightly caress them, toying with her nipples, and her hand joined his, guiding him, helping him stimulate them. 

Finally she pulled herself back up onto her elbows. She beckoned to him and he worked his way up her body, and she sat up, and they kissed, a wet sloppy, sensual kiss, tongues sharing her juices as she licked his mouth and lips and face, breathing hard and steadily, making small noises as the felt each other's bodies. 

"You taste," she whispered, kissing him, "like cunt," she hissed. "Like wet, horny cunt." 

"Like your horny cunt," he hissed back to her, and she moaned. 

"Fuck me now, fuck my horny wet cunt," she demanded, "I want your cock in my pussy, fuck me hard." She was staring into his eyes, her look hungry and intense. He held her gaze as he settled his hips between her legs, and lined up the head of his cock at her hole. Using one hand, he rubbed it across her wet opening, between her lips. 

"You want that?" he asked hoarsely, and began tapping his cock onto her clit. "You want this hard cock in your hot wet pussy?"

"In my cunt," she gasped, "fuck my hot cunt with your meat, baby, shove that hot cock in my cunt and fuck me!" 

He groaned, and lined up at the hole, and in one hard push shoved his entire length into her, her wet lips allowing his swift passage. She cried out and froze, eyes bulging open as her pressed his full length inside, feeling his head against her cervix, touching bottom, feeling her pussy walls twitch and clutch at the invasion. Her sheath gripped him like a wet fist; hot, slick and smooth, and he groaned, and pressed harder, grinding the base of his cock onto her clit, and then she groaned, too, and ground back at him. Fuck, he thought, her pussy is incredible, I can't believe I'm fucking her, holy shit! 

He lifted up, pushing himself up on his arms, wanting to watch her body as he began sliding in and out, slowly, feeling her pussy walls grip him as he slid back, feeling them yield wetly as he pushed back in and she grunted. Her head was thrown back now, one hand at her face, her fingers playing at her lips as she breathed heavily. He'd never had any woman enjoy fucking this much, she experienced it with her full body, as though all of her was fucking, not just her pussy. He grabbed her beneath her knees, pulled her legs up and out, and knelt back, now able to watch her pussy take his shaft, watching himself emerge from her steaming hole, slick and shining with her juices, seeing her lips pulled inside as he shoved into her, and clinging to his wet shaft as he withdrew. Each move elicited a groan from her, and she was sucking her fingers now, while her other hand pinched her nipples, rubbed her breast. Fuck, she is the hottest ever. He felt his balls surge a little, and he began picking his pace up. 

"Yeah, fuck me harder, pound me," she urged, and as he began moving more forcefully, she responded, thrusting up against him. "Yeah! Fucking give it to me! Fuck! I can feel your balls banging on my asshole, fuck, fucking slam my cunt!" Her hands were on his hips now, pulling him, and her feet were behind him. 

"Yeah, baby, take that cock, baby!" he yelled at her.

"Fuck yeah, my pussy loves your cock, baby, I love the way you're fucking my hot cunt, give it to me harder, baby! Fuck my wet cunt!" she barked at him. She pulled her legs up to her chest, and hooked her arms inside her thighs, holding herself open and splayed for him. He looked down, her beautiful shaved pussy was completely exposed, swollen and red, taking his cock, their colliding flesh glistening in her flowing juices. Her hands met at her crotch, and spread her lips wide, exposing herself lewdly, showing him the edge of her fuck hole as he sawed in and out. It was nasty, and animalistic, and possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. 

"Look at me, look at my cunt getting fucked," she snarled, "look at your cock fucking my hot cunt, you fuck! Smash me! Smash my pussy!" Spurred to action, he slammed hard, wanting to hurt her, to turn her pussy to pulp, and he drove fiercely against her, hearing their bodies slapping each other, hearing her grunt as the breath was forced from her with each brutal impact. She wailed her delight, screaming, and then suddenly she was cumming. Her body tensed as she screamed, crying out her ecstasy as she climaxed hard, trembling, her pussy gushing onto his dick, soaking his balls and her thighs, filling the air with her musky scent. She wailed and he fucked her harder through her crescendo, only slowing his onslaught as she became coherent, her voice lowering, still panting, and she spoke again.

"Yeah, fuck yeah, oh, I fucking came so hard, fuck, that was good," she grinned hotly. "So fucking hot," she panted. Her arms still held her legs apart, and her fingers were back at her pussy, feeling herself, spreading her sticky cum on her lips. "M-mmm, I'm all wet, did I get my cum on you?"

He felt the stickiness on his balls and thighs, and told her. "Nice," she told him, "I like being a sloppy mess when I'm done." She rubbed fingers along his shaft as he slowly fucked in and out of her, and then she slipped a finger from each hand inside, sliding alongside his shaft. "Oh, fuck, I can feel your cock in my cunt, fuck! That's incredible!"

Walt was astounded, and suddenly felt his excitement building. He was fucking her while she had fingers stuffed inside herself! He could feel her pussy, stretched even tighter now, and her fingers rubbing his cock as he moved in and out. Fuck! His balls tightened, and the clenching began inside him, and he knew he was very close. 

"Oh, fuck, you're making me cum, I'm going to cum!"

"Yeah, baby, fill me up, baby, cum inside me, shoot that hot cum in my pussy!"

"Oh, yeah, here it comes, fuck, I'm cumming! Fuck!" And then he bellowed, and his balls erupted as he shot a tremendous blast inside her, his hips jerking forward as the next spurts followed, jetting out of his cock, filling her. His body shook and trembled as his muscles froze in passion, a full body spasm, eyes closed. He felt the heat fill her, felt her pussy become hot, and slick, and as he stopped screaming he looked down to see cum spilling from her, coating her fingers, oozing from her open hole, his shaft slick and streaked with his thick white cream. He panted, and gasped as his body recovered from the massive climax. 

"Holy shit," he managed through gasping breath, "Fuck, that was incredible." He pulled back, pulling his cock from her, still mostly hard, a string of cum connecting his cock to her open hole, her fingers still inside. As he exited, she pushed a second finger from each hand inside, four fingers in, stretching herself, hell, he could see the cum pooled inside her! Then she pulled her hands away and released her legs, and brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean. She made wet slurping sound as she sucked the cum from her fingers, licking them clean, smacking her lips and grinning.

"Yummy," she said. "God, I'm so nasty!" She looked at his cock, half hard still, and then up into his eyes. "Are you done? Or do you have another one in you?" She grinned. "'Cuz I promised you could cum in my mouth. Still interested?"

"Hell yeah!" he barked, and climbed up on the bed, working his way to her head. She met him half way, and before her could get into position she had his cock in her mouth, sucking his cum and her sticky juices off his shaft. He groaned as she enveloped him with her hot mouth, squirming into position underneath him for better access. And then she was working her head and mouth, just like before, stroking him back to full hardness, and fucking his cock with her lips and tongue and hand, making loud slurping and sucking pops, groaning and grunting on his shaft as though it was candy. She attacked it, devoured it, massaged and stroked it, and surprisingly, he felt another orgasm approaching quickly on the heels of his last one! 

"Oh, shit, you're gonna make me cum again, fuck! I can't believe it! Don't stop! Fuck!" he called to her. 

She pulled her mouth off only a second, stroking him as she said, "Yeah, fucking cum in my mouth, baby, I want your cum in me!" She sucked him in again, and his hips pulsed involuntarily, and as he began to jerk, she lay on her back, her head below him, mouth open below his cock, stroking his slick shaft.

"Cum for me, cum in my mouth, come on, I want your hot cum shooting on my face and in my mouth, give it to me," she coaxed as she stroked. He felt himself boiling up, his balls tightening again, and he groaned and his cock swelled, and began spewing the hot cream of his climax. The first one blasted across her open mouth onto her cheeks, the second on her upper lip and nose, and then she took the head into her mouth and sucked the rest of his cum into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, cooing and moaning gently as he filled mouth her with his last dribbles. He shook, and then collapsed sideways onto the bed, taking huge heaving breaths, as she stroked him gently, licking the remains of his explosion from his cockhead. He drifted, watching her scooping the cum from her face with her fingers, and then his eyes closed.

He woke after a while, finding himself alone in the bed, naked. He heard the shower, listened as he climbed off the bed, gathering his clothes. The shower stopped, and Vanessa came out, wrapped in a towel. Walt stood facing her, and held his clothes in front of himself to hide his nakedness. 

"Too late, baby," she grinned, stepping up to him. "I've already seen it. Are you leaving?"

"Uh, well, what time it is it? Yeah, I was thinking-" he managed. He suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable, having had sex with this girl. But not sure why. Except that he was married. "I maybe should go," he added. 

"You're so cute, you're like, embarrassed to be naked in front of me? You licked my ass and came on my face." She laughed lightly. "Relax, baby, I had fun. I'm pretty sure you did too."

"I, uh-m, I'm married, and"

"I know honey. I met your wife. I kind of got the impression she wouldn't mind." She opened the towel, stepped into him, pressing her body against his. "You want to go again? One more before you go?"

"I don't think I can," he said, then added hurriedly, "not 'cause I don't want to, I'd love to, I really enjoyed it, you know ..."

"Fucking me."

"Yeah. Fucking you. And not because I'm married -- well, a little bit. I've never done, you know, fucked around before." He was stammering and blubbering in front of this young, hot woman who was asking him for another round. What a tool he was! "I just don't think I have another one in me. I was kind of surprised I had the second, actually," he grinned sheepishly, and dropped his clothes, and wrapped his arms around her. "Rhonda took care of me before she left." He kissed her nose. "Gave me a good, healthy blow job." He smiled, remembering. "She said it was to help me resist, or at least, she said, so I'd last longer!" They laughed together, and she stepped back.

"I knew I liked her," she chirped. "Okay, then, three-times Walt, go rest up. Go call your wife. I bet she's going to appreciate what a stud she's married to!"

"I'm not so sure," he confessed, pulling his pants on. He stuffed his briefs in his pocket. 

"Don't be an ass, she'll love it. Women know each other. And she'll think you're a pussy-killing stud."

"Well, I'll consider it," he told her, buttoning his shirt. He ran a hand through his hair, slipped on his shoes, thought a minute. "Are you, uh, tomorrow, I mean-"

"I'm here all week, baby, and yes, we're going again, count on it." She stepped to him, gave him a long, slow, luxurious kiss, her hands rubbing his back and squeezing his butt cheeks. He did the same, committing the feel of her naked flesh to memory. He felt his cock stir. She broke the kiss and he exited, saying goodnight.

Back in his room a few minutes later, he was undressing, getting ready for bed, thinking about Rhonda, trying not to think about what might happen in the next few days. He saw his cell; there was a text message. 

"ON THE PLANE, TURNING OFF. WILL TXT WHEN I LAND XOXO"

He hit reply.

LOVE YOU. LT ME KNOW WHEN UR HOME. THX FOR THE SENDOFF BJ, U WERE RIGHT, I LASTED LONGER. THE FRST TIME AT LEAST

He hit send, and thought, will she think I'm kidding?



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 03



Chapter 03 - Just a Drink

It had been several weeks since returning from her mini-vacation with Walt, her husband, when she had enjoyed her first extramarital sex with Andy, the handsome young man from the car rental agency. She had sent that teasing text to Walt from the plane, and the when she landed, had seen the text back from him. He had joked that he had had sex after she left, and she laughed, believing that he'd seen hers as a joke as well. She's wondered off and on since then how he would react if he knew she wasn't kidding, that she had really fucked Andy, and that she had enjoyed it, despite her guilt at having cheated on him. But after his convention he'd returned home, and they had joked about it, and teased each other, and it had led to some very exciting sex, reminiscent of vacation sex. 

She had to admit that she felt very conflicted about what she'd done. In a moment of uncontrolled passion, fueled by vacation horniness and a shared fantasy, and ignited by a younger man's attention to her, she had been unfaithful to her husband! Her feelings flipped between extremes in the weeks following, from shame and guilt at her betrayal, to pride and longing at the illicit attraction and glorious sensations she'd enjoyed. 

Sometimes she would catch Walt looking at her, over dinner, or in the bedroom, with a strange and unreadable look on his face. A moment of panic would rise, and she'd think, "he knows," and fear would grip her. But the look would vanish, or he would turn away, and the moment would pass. 

She had returned to her everyday life. Work, cleaning, laundry, dinner; all the mundane activities she let go of when on vacation. Freedom from the everyday left her open to think of sex, to be horny and a little more freaky and open to new ideas, it always did, and vacation sex with Walt was always hotter, looser, and more frequent. She seemed to stay in a constant state of arousal away from home. This time it had led to teasing each other about fucking other people, but then she had actually done it! What would her do if he discovered her infidelity? Hate her? Divorce her? Hit her? Would he understand that she loved only him, that it was just a moment's fancy? That she'd been impulsive and taken by the attention? Could he appreciate the wonder of her desire for another man's cock in her pussy, driving her to a place she had only been with her husband in all their years together? Could he understand the burden she bore, carrying her secret around, in shame and pride, wanting to tell him, and fearful of the result?

Perhaps he would share her thrill, appreciate her nature, get hard and excited at the telling, wanting to know what she'd done, loving her more for her human weakness and desire, reveling in the newfound fantasy. She had masturbated several times since then, imagining telling him about it, describing the event in detail, with him egging her on, excited, and she would visualize Walt fucking her as she told her tale of passion and desire. After getting herself off her guilt would return; stronger, more fierce: she would vow to never think of it again, and she would hold fast to her promise, until the next time the memory gripped her.

All those battling emotions and thought made the next time harder and easier. 

She frequently went out for drinks after work with her friends from the office. It was a large firm, and she was an assistant manager in a procurement department, and while she didn't know even half the people who worked there, she was close with her group, and they went out at least once a week, sometimes for dinner, sometimes for drinks. On this night they were celebrating a new account that they had worked hard to achieve, and the crowd was larger than usual, including a number of people she didn't know. They went to their usual place, had some light bar food, and set to drinking, and dancing and laughing.

Rhonda didn't drink a lot, and she kept it light tonight while many of the others got sloshed. She saw early on that there would be plenty of cabs tonight, and heavy heads returning tomorrow to retrieve cars. Still, she enjoyed the banter and fun, and somehow found herself in the middle of a group of younger, single girls from the office. The conversation turned to dating and boyfriends and hinted towards sex. Eventually it led to critiques of the men in the bar that night. 

They chatted and laughed at their assessments of which one was hot or not, who was available and single, or available and married. That man was on the prowl, one would point out, see his friend as wingman? One of the girls volunteered that she wouldn't mind being his score. Those others were on the prowl, too, but they would go home alone. That was looked nice, but was gay, another looked good, and a girl confessed was good, she'd hooked up with him in the past. They conjectured who would be good in bed, who was hung, who was a considerate lover, and who was not, and she laughed with them at their jokes and predictions. 

As she glanced around the room at the men they were discussing, she noticed one man looking back at her. He was younger than her, though slightly older than most of the young men in the bar, maybe thirty-five. His eye caught her, and his gaze burned into her. She froze under his eyes, watched him smile slightly, just a curl at the corner of his lips, holding her gaze from a distance, as if he knew what they were saying, and how it was affecting her. She felt herself moisten a little, and her pussy heated. She quickly looked away, awash in unwelcome but undeniable feelings.

Rhonda listened as they switched from what man was what way, to what they had done, to what they liked, and she giggled and blushed at the descriptions of caresses, fingers, lips and tongue, size and action. One girl confessed that her boyfriend in college had been the largest she'd ever seen, and she still fantasized about it. Another was passionate about being licked, and another bragged that she gave the best blowjobs. They bantered about swallowing, and some claimed to have experienced anal, and liked it!

Her head was whirling now, and frankly, she was a little stimulated by the sex talk. It certainly wasn't her first time in such a discussion, but this one seemed to be more frank, more open, and, well, sexier. Hotter. She thought about Walt waiting at home, and knew she'd be giving him a good ride tonight. Then, unbidden, the memory of her dalliance with Andy came to her, and her face heated with embarrassment. Several of the girls noticed, and pointed it out, telling the others that they had shocked the MILF. Rhonda had to ask what that was; she'd never heard the term, and she blushed again when they explained it. 

She told them she wasn't a mother, a childhood disease had left her unable to have children, and the girls fell into an awkward silence. She had long since come to terms with it, and settled their discomfort, adding, "Beside, we never have to use a condom, and there's nothing like getting filled with a nice hot load, right?"

They stared at her, shocked, and then broke into uproarious laughter, and resumed the discussion, describing the likes and dislikes of male ejaculate, and men's faces and reactions to cumming. Rhonda excused herself to use the ladies room, thinking to herself on the short walk. She'd had her adventures when she was younger, and she and Walt had a vigorous and healthy sex life. "But nothing like these youngsters," she thought, "they have clear ideas of what they like, what they want. And they are on the hunt, just like men."

As she peed she wondered about herself, her great sex life with Walt, and remembered Andy, the incredible afternoon fucking she'd gotten from a man she'd just met. Just like these young girls, she thought, a one-time hookup, but a story she could never tell in a group. It was her secret, as a married woman. When she wiped, she felt her clit tingle slightly, and realized how wet she was, how her pussy longed to be entered, pounded hard, and filled with cum. She touched herself, and then pulled her hand back as the stimulation coursed through her, focusing her body on her immediate sexual desire. She grinned at the thought of masturbating here, in the ladies room, wondering if she could tell that story to the young ladies outside. "Your stories got me so hot," she'd say, "I just frigged myself in the stall!" They would all laugh. What would they think of her? Would they think her a slut? A cheap woman who doesn't get enough at home? And what if it got around -- my God, what if Walt heard about it? Then she smiled again. He'd probably enjoy it!

When she emerged from the ladies room she came face to face with the stranger who had caught her eye.

"Oh, excuse me," she said, bumping into him in the narrow hallway. But he did not move out of the way. She looked up at him to see him looking directly into her eyes. That same expression she'd seen from across the room, peering deep into her, knowing her secrets, her longings. Knowing that she would cheat on her husband. She became slightly flustered, and a little warm. "Sorry, please let me by."

"I was looking for you," he said. And she froze. "I hope I am not being to forward," he added, smiling a little, that seductive curling lip she'd seen earlier. 

She took in his face in a flash; strong chin, startling deep blue eyes that crinkled a little at the corners, large nose, thin lips, light brown hair cut shorter than she liked. Clean features, young, attractive, but it was the knowing look on his face, not a smug expression, but a confident assuredness, an awareness, that said 'I know'. She felt her knees grow weak a little. "Looking for me? Why?"

His smile relaxed a little. "I saw you inside, I just had to talk to you. The way you smile when you and your friends are talking, the way you looked at me." He paused only a second. "I'm sorry if I frightened you."

She had to admit she was flattered by this charming young man who was coming on to her so politely. Her stimulated libido and the two glasses of wine probably helped. But while he seemed pleasant and interesting, and was certainly easy on the eyes, she knew that there was no way this could go any further. "You didn't frighten me, uhm..."

"James. Jimmy, if you like."

"Well, Jimmy, I was startled when I came out, and confused when you wouldn't let me by, but I wasn't afraid. And even though you seem very nice..."

"Would you have a drink with me?"

"That does not seem like a very good idea, Jimmy."

He pondered her answer briefly, then replied, "You're right, of course. People would see us together, and talk. Do you want to say goodnight to your friends? Or just sneak out with me right now?" He grinned slowly, a full, honest, good-natured smile, and she felt herself turn warm all over, and she smiled back, and laughed easily, and he laughed with her. Just a drink, no more, she thought.

"Well, all right Jimmy, I'll have that drink. My name's Rhonda," she said, as they returned to the bar, bypassing the young ladies who gawked and poked at each other as they passed. As she walked by she hooked her arm in Jimmy's and glanced over her shoulder at them, and they all made faces and obscene gestures at her. She grinned as they approached the bar. Just a drink. One drink, some smiles, nothing more. No further than the drink. He sat her on a stool at the bar, and seated himself next to her.

"Your friends looked pretty excited for you," he commented, signaling for the bartender. "What are you drinking?"

"My friends...you saw them?"

"There's a big giant mirror over the bar. Clear as day. You think they're jealous?"

She saw their reflection over the bar, saw her friends looking at her, and shook her head. "I was drinking white wine, and don't flatter yourself. She turned to him. "But yeah, maybe they're a little jealous." She was feeling pretty proud, actually, having attracted a handsome younger man, and a tight feeling in her chest sent a tingle down her spine, and settled in her crotch. She wriggled a little on the barstool, and fought it back. Just One Drink, she told herself. It's harmless flirting, that's all. 

"If my friends saw me right now they'd be jealous. I know it," he said, handing her the glass of wine. "You're the prettiest, sexiest woman here."

She blushed horribly and the tingle returned, stronger. "Stop it, all these pretty young girls here?"

"They're nice to look at, don't get me wrong, Rhonda, but you, you have a quality about you, something in your face, in your eyes. Like you know what's going on." She thought, 'that's how he looked to me' as he continued. "I go for them, sometimes, but they seem, I don't know, not real enough." He paused. "Don't get me wrong, they can be a lot of fun for a night, or three. But you seem, well, innocent."

She thought of how innocent she was, having had sex with another man, and now, shamelessly flirting with another, just weeks later. "You know I'm married."

"Yep, I saw the ring." He looked her in the eye again, that deep, soul-baring gaze that had captured her eye from across the room. "Do you love your husband?" 

She thought that was an unusual line for a pick-up artist, and told him so, adding, "And yes, I do."

"That's good," he said, "it's important to have love. Does he know where you are?"

"Yes, he knows I am out with friends from work."

He turned his body to hers then, never breaking that penetrating gaze, and as his knees touched her he put a hand on her leg. She felt the electricity of his touch through her pants, and his eyes held her, frozen in his gaze, drilling deep inside her. She felt he was fucking her with his eyes, right there at the bar. "When does he expect you home?"

"I -- I- usually before midnight," she managed. She wondered if she should move his hand, then couldn't, and then didn't want to. "I, uh, usually call when I'm leaving..." he voice trailed off.

"You might be late tonight," he said confidently, his words only for her, and she blushed, felt her face heating, and steeled her nerve. Just the drink, she told herself. The drink, nothing more. God, he was making her hot!

They talked, and laughed, and had a second drink, and she watched her friends begin to leave, and then stopped looking for them. When she finished her second wine she saw the bar was much emptier than before. He was talking, but she wasn't listening, she was looking for a clock, not wanting to be seen looking at her watch. Over the bar, wow, she thought, 11:30, and she looked back at him. And he was looking at her. 

"I said, are you ready?" he asked. "It's getting late."

"Oh, yes," she answered. "Yes, we should go. Can you call me a cab? I don't think I should drive."

"I'll drive," he said, "I've been drinking club soda all night." He stood, and held her arm as she climbed off the stool. She walked with him to the door, and he held it open for her. They walked together to the parking lot without Rhonda guessing that he might be considering driving her somewhere other than home. In fact her only thought was how to explain to Walt that a man had dropped her off. They got to his car, and he opened the passenger door and helped her in. As she settled in her seat, he waited before closing the door to say, "This might be a good time to tell your husband you'll be late." And then he leaned in, and kissed her.

He'd surprised her, his face close as he spoke, his smile so warm, and his eyes, his eyes; and then his lips were on hers and she gasped a little. And she froze. And after a moment's hesitation she accepted his kiss, and then she was returning it, soft and sensual, not pressing, nor rushed. He took his time kissing her, touching her lips, pulling back slightly, then pressing back in, lips slightly parted, and hers opened to match. A touch of tongue, then a quick slip inside, then just the light touch again as his lips pulled back slightly. Just like he did with his eyes, she thought, he's fucking me with his lips, sweet, what would it be like? She felt herself becoming warm, her pussy moistening more, and her hand touched his chest, lightly, her fingers trembling. Oh, no, let me resist, please, I can't, she thought, please, oh, don't let it stop, my God I want him so bad!

As her brain whirled into overdrive he suddenly pulled away, stood, and closed the car door. She panted, panicking slightly as he made his way around and slipped into the driver's seat. He started the car, but turned and looked at her before pulling away. 

"Where do you want to go, Rhonda," he asked, and she turned to face him, and her resolve melted in his gaze, remembering his lips on hers, his warm breath, his soft tongue. 

"Your place," she said softly, ashamed of her weakness, but squeezing her thighs together. "Fast, please."

He pulled away, adding, "You'll be late getting home." She hearsdthe smile in his voice as she fumbled in her purse for her cell phone. When she pulled it out there was a text message waiting.

TIRED, GOING TO BED, LOVE YOU, W

She hit reply. NIGHT HON. STAYING OUT A WHILE, TOO MUCH FUN. MAYBE GETTING LAID, LOL. LOVE U R

She turned off the phone and put it away. 

"Did you tell him we were going to have sex?" She turned to him, shocked at his blatant statement. He was looking straight ahead, driving. She could see his lips curl from the side. That smile. His eyes crinkled impishly as he spoke. "Because I am going to fuck you tonight. Maybe more than once." She felt her pussy drool at the sound of his words, and for the first time tonight she wondered about his dick, what it looked like, how big it was, how it would feel in her mouth, in her wet pussy. Yes, he was going to fuck her. 

"Are you sure?" she asked? "I mean, about doing it twice. You must have some great recovery, because I'm going to suck your cock until you cum in my mouth." 

"Oh, you are a naughty one! But you're right, I might have a difficult time with the second one then." He glanced at her, ginning. "But I'll try."

"You'd better." She reached over, placing her hand in his lap, and caressed his growing rod through his pants, feeling a healthy hardness. She stroked it, tracing the outline with her fingers. It was hefty, feeling thick, a substantial girth, and she knew she had to see it. "Nice," she said softly. "You know, I ... I don't do this ..."

"What? Rubbing the cocks of men you just met after telling them how you're going to blow them and fuck them?"

She squeezed him impulsively, felt him twinge, And grow. "No, cheat on my husband."

"This is your first time?"

"Well, second."

"So you DO do it."

"Have done it, once before." And now I will do it again, she thought. What a slut I am! I could change my mind, now, tell him to take me home. I'll fuck Walt, wake him up and suck his cock and fuck his brains out, she thought. But instead her hand fumbled at his pants, opening the button, and with a little help, pulling his zipper down. She reached in and grasped his hot, stiff shaft, and wrestled it out of his pants. "Oh, fuck, that's nice," she cooed. In the intermittent streetlights she could see it illuminated, a beautiful hard cock, large and full, hard for her, for her mouth, her hungry cunt. It was as thick as she had thought, fat; not long, a real double-wide. She saw her hand holding it, not quite reaching all the way around, and she felt light-headed, her fingers stroking the smooth skin, feeling the warmth from his member, touching the rim of his crown, and then swirling the drop of pre-cum, making the head glisten.

She undid her seatbelt and leaned over, dropping her head to his lap as he drove, and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She could barely fit, and couldn't move, so she held her head still and swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, smelling his musky scent, tasting his sweet slick pre-cum. She sucked it gently, teasing it, slipping her tongue into the tiny hole. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 03



She made herself comfortable, not wanting to strain her neck or back, Walt would notice and ask questions. Yeah, she thought. Don't want to have to explain the pulled muscle in my neck. Well, dear, I was in this awkward angle, with my head between the steering wheel and his stomach. She thought of her Walt, at home, sleeping. Would he ever cheat on her? She thought of the text he'd sent after she left him the Andy "joke" that was really true. He implied he'd had sex. She couldn't challenge him on it, because Andy hadn't been a joke. Maybe he was playing along, but what if he wasn't? She knew she wasn't. She tried to imagine her reaction to hearing that Walt had cheated on her as she nursed the head of Jimmy's fat dick. How could she be angry? She was doing it. Would he be angry if he knew? Maybe not, if he was getting it on the side as well. She imagined him then, getting his dick sucked by some young pretty girl who couldn't resist her handsome, sexy husband, and the image got her more excited. She sucked harder, and slipped hre tongue out to tickle the underside of his crown, finding that sensitive area, and teasing it.

He moaned his approval as he drove. "Oh, that's so good, I could tell by the way you kiss that your mouth would feel so sweet on my dick," he muttered, sweet dirty words just for her. "We are almost there, I can't wait to stuff my cock all the way in your mouth."

"Hnn mhuh cuhn," she answered, her lips wrapped around his fat cockhead.

"What?"

She lifted off. "And my cunt," she told repeated, and resumed her teasing. 

When he pulled into his driveway he pulled her head up, and kissed her passionately, his hands at her head, pulling her face in, and her tongue drove into his mouth, wrestling with his, her breath becoming shorter as her passion swelled. She wanted to get fucked, and she didn't care if he took her right here in the car. But he broke the kiss, held her face in his strong, smooth hands, and said, "Let's get inside."

Once they were in the house she felt his arms wrap around her from behind just as she heard the door close. His hands were on her breasts instantly, and she arched her back in response, throwing her head back onto his shoulder, practically falling backward onto his body. The feeling of his hands squeezing her sent sensations coursing through her, and then he was playing with her nipples through her bra. She suddenly wished she'd worn sexier underwear, and she admonished herself for not being better prepared, and for being such a slut as to consider being ready to cheat. But she knew she would, knew she couldn't resist. His was kissing the back of her neck, her ears, her shoulder, and one of his hands slipped inside her shirt, into her bra, cupping the needy flesh of her full breast, and she quivered, feeling his fingers grip her, his thumb and forefinger trapping her hard nipple, pulling and squeezing . 

She began unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it from her pants, and with him still behind her, she opened her pants and began pushing them down her hips, suddenly eager to be naked for this man, this stranger. She wanted him to see her, to witness her eagerness, her hunger for the thrills he would give her. He pulled her shirt from her shoulders, undid the clasp of her bra, and she slipped it off, allowing it to fall at her feet. Unwilling to pull herself away from him, she pushed her pants as far down as she could without bending. Her pants and panties stuck at mid-thigh, and her bare back and ass were pressed against him as he licked along her shoulders, one hand continued mauling her plump tits, and the other pushed roughly between her thighs, cupping her pussy, and pressing hard into her. She gasped as the heel of his hand pressed against her clit even as his fingers poked between her lips, feeling her wetness spill out.

She moaned, and her knees weakened, and she held the strong arm around her chest for support, allowing her weight to settle onto his groping hand at her crotch. "Oh, fuck, I need it, I want it so bad," she whispered hoarsely, "I want your cock, I want your fat cock in my pussy." She pushed her hips back against him, and she was feeling his hard cock inside his pants, pressing against her bare ass. What an easy slut he must think I am, she thought, they were still in the hallway, for pete's sake, and all she wore was her pants and panties pushed down to her knees. Her hand covered his at her crotch, pushing him harder against her need. Wanting to be treated roughly, like meat, like an object of desire, nothing more. I am a wet hole for his pleasure, a filthy cheating slut who wants to fuck, I want to cum on his hand, soak his fingers and suck them clean, God, I want to cum! 

Her hips moved in a fucking motion on his hand then, and she guided him, rubbing his palm into her, pushing his fingers inside her, feeling her own wetness spilling past his fingers, soaking her own, and she fucked her clit against the heel of his hand. "Cum for me, you sexy bitch, cum for me, help me make you cum, right here in the doorway," she heard him say in her ear, feeling his hot breath. "You're so fucking hot, so wet, your pussy is so wet, feel it, help me make you cum." 

She felt it start then, beginning to build, and she rubbed his hand furiously into her steaming crotch, gasping, beginning to reach her climax. She felt her pussy clenching, striving for her, felt it in her stomach, her chest, her legs shaking. She heard sudden cries and realized it was her, calling out her approaching orgasm to him. "Here it comes," she called out boldly, "Here, here it comes, oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, fuck, yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Oh!"

And then she exploded, and her orgasm gripped her body, locking her joints, freezing her in place as she howled, the ecstasy of her release coursing through her, ripping through her body. She couldn't breath, couldn't speak, and then she was shouting, cursing, barking unintelligibly as the strong orgasm struck, and held, and pummeled her. The hand at her chest cupped her breast against her and she held the other one, while he pulled his other hand mercifully away, reducing the pressure on her clit, just stroking lightly, allowing her orgasm to peak, and then recede, and finally her body relaxed, and she nearly slumped to the floor. She felt him holding her, guiding her to the floor, speaking delicious dirty things in her ear. She was heaving great breaths as he lowered his body with hers, never releasing her, maintaining contact with her bare flesh. Her ass settled between his legs, and she pulled his hand from between her legs. 

He held her in his strong arms, still dressed, as she caught her breath. When she felt in control she turned her head and kissed him passionately, sucking his tongue, and them brought his hand to their joined mouths, pushing his fingers between their lips, helping him suck her cum and pussy juice from his fingers. She tasted her arousal, rubbing her own fingers on his face, and licking herself from his cheeks and chin, feeling the rough stubble of a day's growth under her tongue. 

She pulled back from the kiss, and looked into his eyes, and melted again, feeling her pussy remind her that it needed cock, and that additional orgasms were waiting. She grinned, and he smiled at her. 

"Wow, are you sexy."

"And horny. Fuck, that was good. I thought I was going to pass out."

"Let's try the bedroom now," he joked, and she wriggled her way out of her pants and shoes, and he helped her up. She left her discarded clothes there on the floor. She walked naked with him, unashamed; this stranger she'd just met. As they walked she opened his pants and pulled his cock out, gripping the fat shaft in her hand, claiming it as her prize, her due. She marveled at the width, fulfilling the promise of the enlarged head she'd sucked in the car. She didn't know how that girth would fit inside her, but by God she was going to find out!

Once in the bedroom Rhonda sat on the edge of the bed and took him back in her mouth as he undressed. Without the steering wheel in the way she could get about half his shaft inside her, and she sucked greedily, relishing the feel of her mouth being filled by the smooth heat, her jaw forcing open to accommodate his size, her lips stretching to allow him inside. Over the years she'd learned to love sucking Walt's cock, but this; the excitement of a strange man's meat filling her mouth, and the attraction of his fat shaft, his giant head, she was practically swooning as she lapped and sucked him. She pushed him to the back of her mouth, feeling it press against her tonsils, almost gagging. She stuck her tongue out underneath it, tickled the base of his cock as he finished stripping, and as he stood still she pulled off. She stroked his hard meat as she dipped her head below, licked his balls, and then sucked one in, hearing him groan as she did. She would have sucked him dry, but her aching cunt was calling for attention. 

She looked up at him, rubbing the saliva coated head on her face. "I know I promised to blow you, and I will, but after." she cooed, "Right now I need to get fucked."

"We are on the same page, sweetie," he grinned at her, and pushed her back onto the bed. She raised her feet to the bed, her pelvis hanging at the edge where she'd been sitting, and spread her knees far as they would go, exposing her pussy for him. She wished she had trimmed recently, her last one was a little grown out, and she promised herself, like the underwear, to be ready all the time from now on, just in case. 

Jimmy didn't seem to mind, she noticed, he was stroking his cock, staring at her love hole, and then stepped forward, and she felt the velvety head press against her. She took a shaky breath as he rubbed it up and down her slit, caressing her clit with the head of his cock. She reached for it, pressing it harder against herself, and pumped her hips up to meet his dick, rubbing her lips against him, feeling the torturous stimulation on her hard, exposed nub. She angled herself, and pushed the head down to her waiting hole, and lowered herself onto him, feeling her walls stretch open to accept it. Fuck! It was so fat, she'd never felt anything like it, and her pussy walls clenched, trying to expel him, but he slid forward, and buried himself inside. 

Her mind reeled at the totality of the invasion, and she bellowed her delight, feeling her pussy walls stretching, accepting, welcoming this lovely cock. So full! So much, oh, fuck, she was shouting, cursing him and his massive tool. She felt another orgasm beginning, never, never this soon, oh fuck, "I'm gonna cum, fuck, fuck me, fuck my cunt with your fat cock, fuck, I'm gonna cum on your dick, fuck me! OOOHHH!" And then it hit, and she screeched and writhed, and he pumped her hard, and another one followed immediately, her nerve endings exploding, her entire body shaking with the power of her climax. She felt her juices flowing, her thighs wet, heard the liquid slapping sounds of him pounding his cunt destroyer into her, oh, dear God, it was incredible.

He slowed his strokes then, allowing her to relax as her orgasm subsided, and he reduced to long, full strokes. Every time he pulled back she felt empty, hollow, and as he slid back inside, so full, so stretched and warm and delicious and wonderful. She looked up at him, saw his face scrunched in concentration, his chest tense and shoulders slightly hunched. "Oh, yeah, give it to me, fucking fill my tight cunt with cum, fuck your cum into me, baby, give it to me." He increased his pace then, and drove harder, pounding her, long full impacts into her wet hole, and groaning, and she knew he was close, so close. "Oh, yeah, cum in me, fill my hungry cunt with your cream, baby, give me that hot cum!" 

And then she saw it in his chest, his face, and he gasped, and moaned loudly as he drove himself deep, deep inside, and she felt it, felt the wonderful wet heat as he splashed her insides, feeling her pussy coated in his hot seed. Again and again he drove full inside her, her pussy stretched and aching with the pounding, and she felt cum run down her ass crack, and then he pushed in, and held there, still and twitching. She felt him pulsing, expelling his lovely mess into her, and she reveled in it, feeling it until he was still, and the twitching stopped, and he rested against her, still completely inside, and she saw his muscles relax, and his face return to normal.

He looked at her, and smiled, and exhaled. "Holy, shit, that was good," he managed between breaths, and smiled, and she fell into his eyes once again. Fuck eyes, she thought, that's what they are, his eyes have the look guys get after cumming. He pulled out slowly, still mostly hard, and she felt her pussy becoming empty, inch by inch, dreading the void where his cock had been, leaving just the hot steaming cum behind. Then the head popped out and the cum gushed from her in a torrent, and her hands were at her pussy, rubbing herself, coating her lips, her clit, with his hot slime. God, she loved being full of cum, the feel of her pussy slick and hot, wet with a man's cream. She pushed two fingers inside, feeling the steaming heat of their passion, and her other hand stroked her clit, harder now, faster, and then she was cumming again as he watched her, frigging herself to climax with his cum. She backed off as she came, prolonging it, bringing it back to full climax again, and then again, until she couldn't take anymore, and collapsed, exhausted, and her hands fell away. 

As her breathing returned to normal she opened her eyes to see his face above hers, a look of consternation quickly vanishing. "Oh, good," he fumbled, "I thought, uh, I didn't know if..."

"How cute! You were concerned for my safety? Did you think I passed out?"

He smiled and recovered. "For a second, yeah. I was like, oh, no, she's unconscious! How is she going to blow me?" She laughed with him.

"Don't worry, we're still on the same page. But before I let you shove that lovely fatty in my mouth," she said, rising up on one elbow, "I want you to get back between my legs." She swung around to place a leg on either side of his kneeling position. "Now rub that bad boy on my pussy, and get it nice and wet with you cum." She watched his eyes light up and his lips curl at the corners as he shifted forward, and began stoking his dick in the cum that had spilled from her gaping hole. "M-mm, yeah, that's it," she said, feeling him scooping a glob from between her ass cheeks with his fat head. "Get it nice and nasty for me, baby. I want to taste your cum when I suck your cock!"

She relished every stroke, feeling his half-hard meat pushing her lips open, smearing his cream. Then he pulled back, holding his dick up by the base, and she flipped her leg back over, and shifted herself closer, so her face was right at his crotch. She saw several drops of white mixed with a slick coating of clear fluid, making his cock glossy, shining at her, beckoning. She could smell it, strong and bleachy, and the scent intoxicated her senses. She licked her lips and looked up at him. "Yum, a disgusting mess," she grinned, and licked the tip, scooping a drop off the end, and swallowed it, feeling the texture, the slightly bitter sweet taste of his cum, knowing that soon she would be drinking straight from the fountain. "It's seconds for you, so I'll have to work extra hard," she said seductively, and opened her mouth, accepting the fat head inside.

She heard him moan lightly as she sucked his cum off the head. Oh, the taste of man's cum, she thought, so nasty, what a fucking slut I am, to like it, and to like it from a man I just met! She swirled her tongue around it, sucking off every drop, swallowing his cream, then pushing down as far as she could go while he was still a little soft, making sure she got every drop, feeling him harden more in her mouth. He thickened, and lengthened, and she pulled back so as not to choke. She pulled he mouth off, licking drops from her lips, and swallowed again. Lifting his cock, she licked up from the base, scooping his cream on her tongue, holding it in her mouth, getting every drop as he encouraged her.

"Yeah, you dirty cheating wife, lick my cum off my dick, fuck, your tongue feels so good on me," he whispered, "You like eating cum, don't you, you married cock lover."

She saw her hand wrapped at the base of his cock, saw her fingers not touching now, saw her wedding ring. Her symbol of love and fidelity to her husband, at home in their bed, sleeping waiting for her, not knowing that he was waiting for her to suck the fat cock of this total stranger, so she could eat his hot load of cum, and return to him, lying about where she'd been, and why her breath smelled like cum. 

And she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and began blowing him fervently. She pumped her head on his cock and he groaned loudly. She coated his fat meat stick until it was slick with saliva and cum, and used her hand to stroke him as she pumped her mouth up and down. Oh, Christ, what a beautiful cock, she thought, so fat, so hearty, so irresistible. She sucked and stroked; he was fully hard again, and she delighted at her affect on him, feeling the pleasure she gave him even as she enjoyed her own, the feeling of her mouth filled with smooth, hard dick. She felt his hips move, and her pussy tingled and twitched at his excitement, at his reaction to her efforts. 

Her mouth started getting tired, the muscles in her jaw straining to hold her mouth wide, and she pulled off, jerking him with just the head rubbing on her lips, her tongue stroking that spot just below the crown. She alternated between stroking him, and sucking, and pumping her mouth on him, back and forth, one to the other. After a while she felt him stiffen, harden more, and his grunts and groans increased, she felt his urgency, and she took him into her mouth, redoubling her efforts to coax his explosion. He responded, pumping his hips, and she felt his hand on her head, holding her in place, fucking her mouth, not further than she could handle. And then she felt it, in her hand at the base first, and then he was calling out, loudly, and she felt the first blast hit the roof of her mouth. 

Oh! The wonderful feel of cum splashing into her mouth! Blast after blast launched into her oral cavity, filling the little room left, and she pulled back a little, her lips still stretched wide around his girth, feeling the hot, salty cream on her tongue, bathing her gums. She held it, didn't swallow yet, waiting until he had spurted the last of his load into her mouth, filling her almost to overflowing as she pulled her head back, leaving just the head inside, and sucking the remnants from his tool. When she knew he was finished she pulled his cock away and looked up at him, smiling, and allowed a drip to escape her lips, feeling it dribble from the corners of her mouth, to her chin. She wondered for a second if she wouldn't enjoy letting him cum on her face, her mouth open, catching what she could, wearing the rest, a hot creamy badge of lust. She waited for his eyes to open, and he watched her swallow, twice, feeling the hot slimy prize travel down her throat to settle in her stomach. 

She grinned at him then, and licked he end of his cock. "Fucking delicious," she told him.

"You're not kidding," he replied, laying down next to her, stroking her hair, and then toying with her breast. "That's might be the best blowjob ever."

"Wow, ever is a lot, so thank you," she sighed, and rested her head on his chest. She tasted him still in her mouth, felt her pussy still wet and dripping. "That was a lot for a second time, nice job," she said, stroking his chest, enjoying the feel of his fingers on her nipple, not stimulating, just soothing. They lay that way for a few minutes, until she asked where the bathroom was, and excused herself to pee. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 03



When she returned he had put his pants on, and she felt a moment of dismay that the lovely vehicle of her delight was hidden from view. "I guess it's time for me to go," she said.

"I guess," he replied. "I'm not rushing you, i..."

"No really, I have to go, it's late. I've got to get home." He stopped dressing, looked at her, and she felt his eyes memorizing her naked body. Standing there exposed for his view, she felt sexy, desired, and a complete woman. 

"To your husband."

"Yes, my husband, who I love dearly." Saying that, she felt his cum drip from her pussy, despite her efforts to clean up in the bathroom. He was considering her with something like disbelief. "I do love him, you know. With all my heart." She didn't feel guilt saying that to a man she'd just fucked and sucked, and wondered why. 

He shook his head slightly, and resumed dressing. "I don't really understand that," he said, and she didn't reply, just watched him dress, naked, dripping his cum from her stretched cunt. I don't really understand it myself, she thought. I wonder if I ever will? She brushed hair behind her ear as he stood, and escorted her to the door to retrieve her clothes, and he watched her dress. Would Walt understand? She doubted it, she thought, as she took her purse and headed for the door. 

When he dropped her back at her car, there was only a light kiss, no tongues or groping. No passionate goodbye. She thanked him for a wonderful time, and he nodded, thanking her in return, looking confused. She looked for the light in his eyes, the devilish curl of his lips that had entranced her earlier, but they were not there. The crinkle was still there in the corner of his eye, and the smile was still nice, but the attraction, the irresistible need, where was that? Was it ever really there, she wondered. Or was that something in her head, or in her pussy, that had made him look that way?

She drove home, reliving the powerful passion of the previous hours in her head, and thought of Walt. She had betrayed him a second time. She did love him, she knew she did, he was the only man she could ever love, but she felt no guilt, no remorse. She could love only him, but she could fuck other men, and the idea frightened and excited her. 

She didn't want to hurt him. But she knew she would do it again.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 04



Usually Walt hated visiting his suppliers, unless they were in driving distance. He disliked the time away from Rhonda, and the trips were never fun; he always had to bring office work with him, and he would end up on two planes in two days, sleep in a crappy hotel bed, and eat food he wasn't used to. Besides, most times if a visit was needed it was usually because there were issues with their business, like rising costs, failure to ship, or the like, and so they were never fun.

And this vendor was the one he disliked the most. 

Sure, Bredelman's pricing was reasonable, and the quality was consistent, but the guy was a complete ass. Walt didn't even like talking to him on the phone; he cringed when he saw his name on an email, and negotiations over the simplest issues turned into gladiator tournaments. He was full of himself, thought he was better than he really was, saw everyone he dealt with as a potential victim, and just plain sucked at conducting business. He's been out to see him six months ago, had the worst vendor visit ever, and came home disgusted. No vendor got two visits in a year, but this account needed lots of hand holding, and his boss had insisted he go straighten out the current imagined mess.

He especially hated the timing. Rhonda had been acting a little odd recently, since the night she came home late from drinking with her friends. Maybe she was a little embarrassed that she'd drank too much, and left him to sleep alone. Frankly, he'd been a little pissed that she had been out so late; he'd been looking forward to some hot sex, and had ended up only getting a good night's sleep. She'd tried the "funny text message" but it hadn't been as funny as the vacation text. On the other hand, he had fucked that sweet Vanessa that trip, and returned Rhonda's joke message with his own, except his was was really true. But she didn't know that.

He preferred sleeping on long plane trips, but found he couldn't relax, and thought about Rhonda, wondering about her mood. She wasn't aloof, or distant, and she didn't ignore him, and they'd had plenty of sex, hot sex, since then. But there was something about her he couldn't put his finger on, and couldn't ignore. She was attentive, as always, she loved him, he loved her. But every once on a while she'd get a look on her face, like she was miles away, doing something else. He tried reading a book but couldn't concentrate. He'd rather be home with his wife, and settled uneasily into fitful naps. 

Hours later he was pulling up to the vendor's offices in the car they'd sent for him. He appreciated the ride, but knew the asshole would throw it in his face, as though he'd sent a limo with strippers. It beat renting a car and driving himself, sure, but wasn't worth having to hear about it. They had a short meeting scheduled this afternoon, and then he would go to his hotel to do some work, but had to go to dinner with the asshole this evening. The next day would be a visit to the plant, and then back on the plane home. This trip sucked, he thought, entering the elevator. As he rode up, he braced himself for the onslaught of ridiculous posturing and over the top negotiating he'd have to endure.

The secretary, a pretty young brunette named Jennifer, was talking to a well-dressed woman about Walt's age when he arrived. She buzzed him in, and he waited patiently, enjoying the view of the older woman's ass in her skirt, and her slim, sexy legs as she leaned on the desk, her back to him. They were speaking in low voices, so he assumed they knew each other. Jennifer nodded to her, and the woman stood, said goodbye, and turned and left, giving Walt a polite smile. She was shapely and well put together, and seeing her face, probably a few years younger than him. Not overly beautiful, but elegant; a classy, confident woman. He saw it in her stride as she let herself out.

Jennifer came from behind her desk and took his overnight bag, and offered coffee, which he accepted. He was early, and they chatted amiably, interrupted only by the occasional phone call. It wasn't like they were strangers; they had conversed many times on the phone, and she was easy to talk to. And not too hard on the eyes, he thought. They talked of work, and business, and then he finally asked.

"Do you like working here?" He was shocked at his boldness, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. "I mean..."

"What, working for an asshole?" she asked, grinning. "Mr. Bradelman has his moments, for sure," she quipped wryly, "but the pay is good, and I'm friends with Mrs. B, so if it ever gets too weird I can always tell her."

"Mrs. B? he asked.

"His wife, Gloria. The woman who just left. We've been friends for years, she's really nice. And she looks out for me." She was interrupted buy the phone, and then told him to go ahead in. As he made his way to the office door, he wondered what a beautiful woman like that was doing married to such an asshole as Bradelman. 

The meeting was as unpleasant as he'd figured, Bradelman making ridiculously irrelevant demands, and throwing the car ride in his face, and generally being the dick he always was. Walt stayed professional, denying his desire to choke him, and played the game of winning back concessions. Waste of my time, he thought, we could do the same business, more even, if the guy wasn't such a jackass. At the end of the hour he suffered Bradelman telling him how he had provided a car to take him to his hotel, and that he would meet him there for dinner. He excused himself, and left. He rolled his eyes at Jennifer as he retrieved his bag, and thanked her for the hospitality. She smiled and wished him a good afternoon.

The tension and dissatisfaction was still with him when he exited the building, looking for the car. He stood, surveying the street, when he heard a female voice at his side.

"I sent the car away," it said, and he turned to see Gloria, Mrs. B, standing there. "I'll drive you. It's Walt, right?" He looked at her, as attractive in the afternoon sun as she had been upstairs. He wondered again what someone so elegant and classy was doing being married to an ass like Bradelman. She was dressed nicely, in a tan skirt that ended a few inches above her knee and a dark blouse, her blonde hair settling nicely at her shoulders, eyes hidden behind stylish sunglasses. Her skin was light and unblemished, but slightly tanned, and a light friendly smile playing at her lips, which bore a hint of red lip gloss. 

"Oh, that's all right, I can get a cab, thanks."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's no trouble." She escorted him to a Lexus parked at the curb, and he tossed his bag and briefcase into the back seat before climbing in the passenger seat. She had already started the car, and pulled away as he buckled his seatbelt. It was odd, being driven by the wife of a vendor he couldn't stand, and he felt a little uncomfortable as she eased into traffic.

"It's Gloria, right?"

"Yep, Jennifer tell you?" she asked in clipped speech. "She's a good kid, and very helpful to me." She paused, and the silence was uncomfortable. "Are you married, Walt?" 

"Yes, I am."

"Happy? You love her?" She didn't look at him as she spoke, just focused on driving.

"Yes, very much." He answered, watching her for clues as to where this odd conversation was going. 

"Hm-mm," she murmured, adding, "I love my husband, too, although he can be a dick sometimes." Walt let that one hang without commenting. They stopped at a red light, and she turned to face him, her expression thoughtful. "Have you ever cheated on your wife?"

Walt stammered with surprise. "Wha- What? I – I don't think that..."

"So, yes, then. That's okay, I'm not judging." The light turned green and she resumed driving. Walt shifted nervously in his seat. What the hell was this? His suspicious paranoia formed scenarios in his mind: that dick Bradelman trying to trap him, and use it against him, or worse, his wife knew this woman somehow, and suspected him of the fling with that young girl at the convention. He opened his mouth to speak several times, looking straight ahead, unable to look at the woman. 

Then he asked, "What do you mean, yes? I didn't say-"

"You didn't say no immediately. If you did, you'd either be honest or lying. But you didn't, so I assume you did."

"What business is that of yours?" he asked, a hint of anger creeping into his voice. 

"Because I cheat on my husband, even though I love him," she stated, matter-of-factly , "and because I plan to have sex with you at your hotel."

His mouth dropped open and he turned to stare at her, but while her expression hadn't changed, one hand was unbuttoning her blouse. He watched, dumbfounded, as two, then three buttons opened, to the top of her trim stomach, and she casually slipped her right hand inside, steering with her left, and cupped her left breast. "It's maybe another fifteen minutes to the hotel," she said, and then pulled her hand out, pulling the right side of her blouse aside, and cupping her exposed breast; she wore no bra, and she raised the fleshy mound, showing him her rosy nipple, hard in the air conditioning, surrounded by a small, pink areole. "I hope that's enough time to convince you to fuck me." She removed her hand then, signaled, and turned, her breast still exposed. It was a nice one, he had to admit, and despite his nervousness, felt stirring between his legs. 

"You like?" she asked. "they're real. Go ahead, give it a feel."

As if in a dream he reached over and touched her exposed flesh. It was warm, smooth and full, not too large. He flicked a thumb across the nipple.

"Nice, right?" He nodded, and sat back. "Have I convinced you?"

"Why?" he asked. "Why do you want to do this?"

"Why do I want to fuck? Or why do I want to fuck you?" She laughed, a light-hearted sound that conflicted with the bizarre circumstances. He watched her breast jiggle as she spoke. "I like sex, I like fucking. And you are an attractive man that does business with my husband," she explained, nonchalantly. "He's a good man, I know it's hard to believe. But he's a terrible businessman, and I do what I can to help him out. I'll fill you in on how that works afterwards." She paused, but he said nothing. "Frankly, he's a good lover, but not exciting. So I make my own excitement." 

"By seducing his business contacts?"

"Just the hot ones," she answered, smiling seductively. "So? Are you in? Or do you need more convincing?"

He saw her hand fall to her lap and begin pulling at the hem of her skirt, drawing it up, exposing the tops of her thighs, which were just as attractive as the rest of her leg. Then he stared in wonder as she shuffled her hips, and pulled her skirt up past her waist, exposing her crotch. She wore no panties, and had a trimmed patch of blonde hair nestled above her shaved lips. "How about now?"

He hoped that Rhonda really had fucked the car rental guy, because he was going to cheat on her again. If she had done it with that guy, at least she might understand his infidelity. "I'm convinced," he said softly, then repeated, "I am definitely convinced."

"Good then," she said, "we're almost there. After we have some fun, I'll tell you what you need to know to improve your business with our company." She pulled into the valet area. "And then we can have a little more fun!" The valet came to the door and opened it, and froze gawking as she swung her legs from the car, her pussy still exposed, and smoothed her skirt down as she stood. Walt got out and grabbed his bags. She hooked her arm in his and walked into the lobby with him. "Did you see his face?" she asked, grinning. "I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head!"

She told him to check in and drop his bags in the room and take a quick shower, then meet her at the bar. As he went to his room his head was swimming. For the second time in his life a woman was seducing him, and he was going to have sex outside of his marriage. Last time he'd been seduced he hadn't really seen it coming; this time it was obvious, and he was willingly cheating. Intentionally cheating. He hoped that Rhonda would never find out. What would she think, he thought nervously as he showered, rinsing the travel grime from his body. Oh, Walt, that's great? Not likely. More like, Oh, Walt, you bastard, I want a divorce. 

And then he thought, what if she said, oh, Walt, me too? I fucked that guy from the car rental, it was so good, oh, I'm glad you're getting some! Tell me about it! Was she hot? Mental images flooded his mind then, Rhonda sucking another man's dick, Rhonda getting fucked, legs spread, another man's cock inside her, Rhonda cumming, screaming as she was fucked, lost in passion. He found his dick fully hard then, imagining his wife having sex, enjoying it as they did together, screaming, insisting harder, pound me, only it was someone else pounding her. There was nothing that excited him more than seeing his wife enjoying sex, having an orgasm, seeing her surrender to her passion and scream as her climax gripped her, it always made him cum.

He was hard as steel. And soon, he'd be slipping his steel into a blonde, shaved pussy. 

He dressed in a hurry and made his way back to the lobby, and found her at the bar, chatting with the young lady bartender. She saw him and smiled broadly. "Well, that was fast!" she quipped, and he grinned sheepishly, embarrassed at his eagerness. He noticed her blouse was still undone, and the girl was peeking at her breasts, not trying to be subtle. Gloria told him to sign for her drink, and leave the young lady a nice tip, then scooted off her seat. She linked her arm in his, and apologized for not getting him a drink. "We don't have all day, unfortunately," she said as they stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, she turned to him and draped her arms around his neck, looking up at his face, and kissed him. Without hesitation he kissed her back, their tongues swirling against each other from the start. Her breath was warm on his mouth, and she made small sounds as they rode up to his floor. When the doors opened she pulled back and they walked to his room. 

As he was reaching for his key card he saw her unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, standing right there in the hallway. He fumbled, distracted, and she giggled a little. As he opened the door she slipped her blouse from her shoulders, and stepped in topless. He was almost speechless at her antics, and let the door close behind them. "You are something," he managed, his eyes switching from her face to her breasts, unable to control his focus. He was getting hard already, and she indicated the swelling at the front of his pants. 

"Looks like you enjoyed it," she smiled, "I told you, I like excitement. And right now," she said, unzipping the side of her skirt, "I am excited to see your cock." She pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it, a vision of grace and elegance, so unusual for a woman undressing. He felt his pants tightening as she stood before him, naked, folding her skirt neatly, and watched as she draped it over the back of a chair. Her ass was fine, slim with rounded cheeks, not a hair on them, just a small untanned triangle above her crack. She looked back at him, saw him staring, and bent almost to the floor, legs stiff, exposing her shaved pussy and ass to him, her hands slipping up her thighs. She watched him staring, then stood up straight again. 

"I guess you liked that move, huh, Walt?" He felt himself nodding. "Good," she said, stepping towards him, "now close your mouth and get your pants open." She reached for his belt and easily slipped it open. Seeing she needed no help he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling his arms through as she dropped his pants to his ankles. He was kicking off his shoes, pants wrapped comically around his ankles, freeing his arms from his shirtsleeves and pulling his tee shirt over his head. As he tried to do everything at once, Gloria dropped to her knees, yanked his boxer briefs down, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. 

Off-balance when his dick was enveloped, he nearly lost his balance. He pulled his head clear of the tee shirt and looked down to see her elegant glossy lips wrapped tightly around his shaft about halfway down, her eyes closed. This classy, gracious confident woman was sucking his cock. He rested his hands on her head as he finished freeing his feet, and stood naked in his hotel room getting blown by the lovely Mrs. B. And she was very good. She twisted her head, swirling her mouth up and down his shaft, teasing the head with her tongue, and used her hand to stroke the base of his shaft as her mouth pulled back. He groaned, feeling the smooth delicate fingers gripping him firmly. She pumped her head up and down several times, then popped off with a loud smacking noise. 

"You ready?" she asked, looking up at him with a sly grin. Before he could ask for what, she opened her mouth wide, and pushed her head all the way down until her nose was in his pubic hair. He felt his cockhead push past the back of her mouth, into her throat, and he grabbed her head, hard, and pulled it into his crotch, letting go only when he felt her pushing back. She popped off, and a string of saliva connected her mouth to his cock. He felt it dripping onto his balls. Fuck! He'd never been deep-throated before! She was stroking his cock, catching her breath, and then did it again, holding his cock in her throat, and he felt her muscles as she swallowed, squeezing and massaging his head. She pulled back again, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to control the shaking in his legs. Holy shit! He looked down and she was staring up at him, rubbing the head of his cock on her lips as she smiled.

"Fuck my mouth," she said hoarsely, "give it to me."

He needed no additional encouragement, and held her head as she opened her mouth again, taking his cockhead, and he pumped into her, only halfway at first, holding her head still and pushing his hips forward. She put her hands on his ass cheeks and pulled, driving him all the way in, and he fucked her face like a cunt, long full strokes into her throat, feeling it open and close around his cock as she made disgusting strangling noises. He kept it up until she signaled him to stop, and he eased his grip on her hair, and she pulled back.

"God, that's so hot. I love going back to my husband with my throat sore and abused, he has no idea." She was stroking him, slow, languorous caresses. "I don't do that for him. Does your wife do that?"

"No," he said, an image of Rhonda sucking his cock, and then the image changed, and she was sucking another man, worshipping the feel of the cock in his mouth. "No, that was my first time."

"Good, right?" she asked, and stood up, and kissed him, hard, pulling them together and pressing her breasts into him, grinding her pussy against the base of his dick. His tongue danced inside her mouth, and he reached around, grabbing her ass cheeks, and lifted her. She squealed into his mouth and wrapped her legs around him, and he raised her up, felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and lowered her, entering her sopping hole in one full stroke.

He heard her breath leave her as she settled onto his shaft, groaning at the sudden entry. His cock was gripped tight, he felt her clench her pussy around him, clutching him as he began to thrust in and out of her. He took a few steps, still gripping her ass tightly, and carried her to the wall, and pressed her against it. She grunted as he began pumping into her, hard, driving his cock the full length on each stroke, pulling back slowly, and then ramming it back in. Each time he slammed into her she grunted, and he felt her fingers on his back, pulling him harder. He shortened his strokes then, picking up speed, jack-hammering into her, lost in the passion of fucking this wonderful hot woman. He heard her cries escalate, rising in pitch, and he knew she was approaching a climax. He pumped furiously, angling his hips to strike her clit with his pubic bone, and she wailed, and screamed, and came, soaking his cock, his balls, and his upper thighs. Fuck, what a cunt! He drove his cock into her and held it there, wriggling his hips from side to side, pressing her, extending her orgasm, and she squeezed him between her legs, emitting a long, hearty groan, before collapsing in his arms. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 04



He carried her limp body to the bed and lowered her, never pulling out, and dropped himself on top of her, her legs spread, knees up. He raised himself up, his hands outside her shoulders, and began fucking for him now, feeling the increased wetness inside her, the loose feeling of a pussy that has already climaxed. He slid easily in and out, feeling her heat, hearing the wet slapping sounds as his body plowed into her. She angled her pelvis up, and he felt a change in the shape of her, feeling increased friction on his cock, and he moaned his approval, slowing himself, enjoying the sensation. He felt the tell-tale stirring in his balls, and told her he was close.

"Good, fucking cum in me, I want your cum in my hot cunt." she spit. "Empty your balls in me, give me your cum." Her dirty talk spurred him on, and he passed the point of no return, and then he was bellowing as his orgasm struck, he felt the first jet course through his cock, and spit out into her cunt, and he drove into her hard, blast after blast shooting from his erupting member, filling her cunt, wrapping him in the smooth slick feeling of her cream filled hole. She groaned with him, urging him to fill her, fill her with cum, cum in her cunt, and he held his cock inside her, deep, until he had no more, and collapsed to the side. 

They lay there, panting for a few minutes, and her hand found his slick shaft, stroking it lightly, sliding it through her cum-slicked fingers. After a few minutes he caught his breath, and rolled off the bed, stumbling to the bathroom on shaky legs, returning with towels. As he wiped himself off he looked at her lying there, one hand holding the towels between her legs, a dreamy look in her eyes. There is nothing, he thought, quite as beautiful as a woman looking satisfied after a good fucking, and his mind flashed immediately to Rhonda; an image of her face after sex, and he felt a pang of guilt. And then the image changed, and it was someone else she was giving that dreamy look to, a faceless stranger she had fucked. It was disturbing, and for some reason, a little arousing.

He looked at Gloria. She was staring at him. "Are you thinking of your wife?" Geez, was he that transparent? 

"Actually, yes, for a second."

"Good for you. You love her. Do you feel guilty?" 

"Yeah," he said, sitting. "A little. She- I think she might be doing it to. You know, with other guys."

She raised up on an elbow. "Good for her. She sounds like a sexy, passionate woman, like me. She loves you, I'm sure. It doesn't make her bad." She made a face. "Do you think I'm bad?"

"No, no, I don't, it's just ... I feel like..."

"You need to sort that out with your wife, Walt. You enjoyed what we just did. If she is doing it too, then you two need to discuss it, together, and come to an agreement. If it's okay with both of you, it's not cheating, it's playing." She paused. "If she's doing it, how do you think she feels, hiding it from you?"

"You hide it from your husband. How do you feel?"

"That's different. He won't share in my dalliances. You sound interested in your wife's activities." She sat up and walked to the closet, pulled out the terrycloth robes for them. "I have other reasons why I do this, and it's time for me to discuss them with you. Put this on, we're short on time."

She spent the next hour explaining. Her husband ran the business, but it belonged to her; she had inherited it from her father. Her dad didn't like the way her husband ran the business, and declining sales and profits proved him right. Her husband was too obstinate to admit he was wrong and too proud to accept her direct help. So she interceded in delicate negotiations where she thought it would help. Behind the scenes she would meet the customer, feed them the information needed to get a great deal, benefitting both companies, and allowing her husband to declare victory. She handed him a file folder, and walked him through the financials, instructing him where to give back, where to hold firm, and when to bluff. 

"Understand that this can never get back to my husband; not this deal, not the sex. If it does I'll ruin you. You follow my instructions and it works out for everyone." Walt agreed, and they shook hands. "Great," she said, "let's get busy. Dinner is in a few hours." She dropped the robe and fell to her knees in front of him as he moved the files from his lap to the desk. 

********

Later that evening he waited in the hotel bar for Bradelman to arrive, only to be surprised to see him arrive with Gloria. He introduced his wife, and they pretended they had never met. He was further surprised to see that he was a different person around her, more cordial, more human, and he had glimpses of what she saw in him, a charming, generous man. He wondered where he had learned his awful business skills. 

Before leaving, Bradelman excused himself to use the restroom, and Walt and Gloria sat facing each other in silence. She was dressed elegantly again, and looked radiant. "This is a little awkward," he offered.

"But not too uncomfortable. You see what I mean about him?"

"He seems like a nice guy around you."

"If I didn't love him, I'd divorce him. And fire him." She smiled.

"You look lovely tonight," he said. "I noticed you're wearing a bra."

"Panties, too," she quipped, then turned serious. "Remember what we talked about tomorrow. Take what I've given you, and give what I said. Make sure."

"I will, you've been more than fair."

"And come back in six months," she smiled, "I'll let you fuck me in the ass."

His plant tour and meeting were successful, and on the plane ride home he slept easily.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 05



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fantasy story contains scenes of marital infidelity and unprotected sex. If you have objections to these topics, please pass on to another story that is more to your liking.



Since returning home from the business meeting Walt was mentally pummeling himself from every direction. He cursed his dumb luck and thanked his lucky stars for having fucked the hot blonde wife of the client he couldn't stand. He hated himself for being unfaithful to his wife, again, and loved her for not figuring it out and leaving him. He continued to wonder if she had only been joking about fucking the car rental guy, or if she really had done it. When he convinced himself she had been teasing, he hated himself more. When he talked himself into believing that she really did it, he became jealous or excited or relieved, or a mix of the three. When he remembered fucking blonde Gloria, or thought back to Vanessa, he would get aroused. When he imagined his wife doing the same thing, well, he still got aroused. Unwanted images would leap into his head at inopportune times; at meetings, during phone calls, during lunch breaks. Rhonda in the throes of passion, or lavishing attention to a man's dick, or getting her pussy fucked hard, cumming, getting filled with cum, every time with a faceless man, not him. 

Half of him hated the idea of her cheating on him, the other half was so turned on he would suddenly spring an erection at his desk, or driving home. Several times since returning home, while having hot sex with Rhonda, he would imagine how she would look and react if it were someone else fucking her, or licking her pussy. The images grabbed hold and wouldn't let go, and he would cum too soon, a victim of his wild imagination and lust. 

And yet in every other aspect of their lives together things seemed completely normal, the same as ever, except for those moments when she would get that distracted, faraway look, and he would wonder if she was suspecting him cheating, or remembering herself cheating. He wondered if she saw a similar distraction in him, when the memory would suddenly flash in his head while they were talking. Or worse, the desire to do it again. Is that what she thought when she drifted off? About doing it again? Did she fantasize about sucking another dick, feeling it filling her, cumming inside her? He did; he thought about cheating, and he thought about Rhonda cheating, and it bothered and thrilled him. And having done it twice, he knew that if he had another chance, he would do it again, no matter how bad he felt afterwards. 

----

Rhonda had resigned herself to her weakness since the night with Jimmy and the Fat Cock. She was weak, and unfaithful, and she hoped that if Walt wasn't already fucking other women, as his text had hinted, that he would start, and tell her about it, just to relieve the tension. She didn't feel the need to do it all the time, didn't walk around constantly wet and throbbing with erect nipples all day – well, she admitted, sometimes she did, but not all the time. She would occasionally think about it, remembering how hot the illicit sex was, how good she felt, how attractive and desired she felt at the hands of her two one-night lovers. She would remember the screaming orgasms, the feel of her pussy, filled with another man's hot cream, her pussy gushing and dripping, and she would practically have mini-orgasms at the recall. 

She maintained a normal face, afraid to let on that she was such a wanton slut – and that's what she was, she admonished herself. She didn't know if Walt suspected it was for real. She had teased him that she would do it before the first time, and he took her admission text as more teasing, and taunted her back. Or was it a taunt? Was it a joke? Had he really fucked that young lady in the mini skirt? She couldn't ask, it would open the door to him asking her, and she didn't know if she had the guts to admit it. Lying by omission was one thing, and she had rationalized that. She couldn't just say "no I didn't," to his face. 

Every once in a while she noticed him slipping to another place – while watching TV, or chatting over dinner. His eyes would drift and she would be sure he knew, HE KNEW, and then she would think, no, he doesn't, he's thinking about sex with someone else, just like I do. And she had to admit, the image of him, his face clenched in orgasm, his hips thrusting, so masculine, so powerful, the image of his slick shaft slipping inside another woman, or his beautiful, sensitive loving lips licking her pussy – the images taunted her, raunchy, disgusting and sexy as hell! Sometimes when they had sex she would imagine she was that other woman, and sometimes that he was another man, and her orgasm would launch upon her without warming, spurring him to cum too soon as well, and they would lie in each other's arms, spent and breathless. And she would love him, and hate herself, and desire him more, even as she admitted she would do it again. She was weak. 

----

It was Friday night, and they were going to a party. Julie, an old friend of Rhonda's, had sent an invite to her tenth anniversary of her divorce. Walt had late appointments that he couldn't get out of at work, and they had agreed that he would meet her there. Rhonda hadn't seen Julie in years, but they'd been good friends. They had worked together at the firm where Rhonda was still working, and despite her being almost ten years younger, they'd got along very well, and stayed in touch even after Julie left for another company. She'd lost touch after Julie's divorce, and was surprised at the invitation. 

Rhonda left work early to go home and get ready. She stopped at a liquor store to pick up a nice bottle of wine, and when she got home, jumped in the bath. Relaxing, her mind drifted; to Walt, to Walt's dick, to sex with Walt, to getting fucked, to fucking, and then to fucking someone else, sucking his cock, and she startled herself as she leaped out of her daydream. She tried to ignore what her pussy was saying. And she irrationally calculated how much time she would have at the party before Walt arrived. I could do it, she thought. NO, she corrected. I won't. But I could. She shaved her legs and armpits, and began trimming her pubic hair. She'd kept it trimmed after her promise to herself – she hadn't trimmed in days before the night with Jimmy and the Fat Cock, and felt a little embarrassed at having her pussy look bad, like going out without makeup. So she made it a point to keep it looking good, and to wear nicer underwear, and Walt had noticed. He liked the new Vickie's boy shorts and matching bras. And he like the way her pussy looked. And it got him excited. Did he suspect it wasn't just for him? 

As she pulled her labia to the side to trim, she impulsively decided she was going to shave it, just for Walt this time. He deserved a treat. She changed the blade, wanting to do a good job, make it nice. She removed all the hair from her lips and around her clit, leaving just a small patch above, and rubbed Vitamin E oil on the smooth skin, to prevent irritation. She felt her finger slip between her lips, found she was wet and ready, and eager. Rinsing off, she reviewed her work. Very sexy, she thought. She'd never really considered her pussy attractive, but this was pretty hot. Walt was going to be so surprised! 

She called a cab, and arrived a little after seven, and was delighted to see Julie answer the door. They squealed hello and hugged as though there had been no time or separation since they'd seen each other. 

"Rhonda, you look great," Julie blurted. "You haven't aged a day!" 

"I was giving you time to catch up," she retorted. "Wow, I like the hair. Brunette huh?"

"Yeah, maintaining the blonde got to be too much. I switched it after I left The Asshole. Look at you! So slim, at your advanced age!"

"Oh, you jealous bitch!" she laughed. "But you're right, I do look good, you are so smart for noticing!"

She did a little spin as though she were modeling. They hugged again, and Julie introduced her to some of her friends. They were mostly women, mid-thirties like Julie, and mostly single, although a few had men with them. As they went around the room Rhonda started to realize that she might be the oldest person at the party, and joked to Julie about being the chaperone. 

"Hey, you don't know these girls, they need a chaperone!" Julie laughed. "But Ronnie, these girls have nothing on you. Your husband is still the luckiest man I know." Rhonda blushed, both at the compliment, and at her secret shame. "Where is that gorgeous hunk of Walt anyway?" Julie had always been loose and racy with her language, and it seemed that hadn't changed in the past years.

"He had to work late, he's meeting me here," she told her as the approached the drinks table. "I told him to bring a change of clothes, so he doesn't look like someone's Dad in his suit." 

"Is he still as fine as he always was?"

Rhonda's chest swelled with pride. "Actually, he looks even better now," she giggled. "A little distinguished."

"He'd better change then. If he shows up in his suit, looking all handsome, these tramps," she motioned at the room full of people, "will eat him for dinner. You better mark your man when he gets here!" She turned to the bar. "Hey, Brent, this is my good friend Rhonda." 

The man mixing a drink turned to them and smiled, and surprisingly, kissed her on the cheek. "I'm Brent. Friend of Julie's."

"I have to go take care of stuff, you two talk; Brent, you get her a drink?" she turned to Rhonda. "And you keep your hands off him, he's mine tonight," she smirked, and Rhonda half pretended to be embarrassed. "I'll catch up to you later," she said, rushing off in an exaggerated flurry.

"She's something, isn't she?" Brent asked. "What would you like?" She asked for just a white wine, and he poured it, talking. "I haven't seen you before. Have you known Julie long?"

Rhonda estimated him to be early thirties. He was tall, maybe taller than Walt, with dark, short hair, and an easy, open manner about him. Slim, fit, well dressed but not dressed up, he wore his clothes well, and was effortlessly likeable. "A long time, actually; we worked together before her divorce. I haven't seen her in ages." She smiled at the thought of her friend. "She hasn't changed, it seems. Still crazy Julie."

"So you're the one," he said knowingly. "You must be. She always talks about you, how much she misses you. She said you were older, and I guess I imagined someone who looked, well, older. It's great to finally meet you."

"We had some times, back in the day," she agreed. She and Julie partied a lot, with Walt and Julie's ex, and sometimes just alone. She and Walt had been very supportive as Julie's marriage had deteriorated. "She said I was old?"

"Old-ER," he corrected, smiling. "But you don't look it."

"Jealous bitch," she grinned.

"You're probably right, but she wouldn't admit that," he quipped as they drifted to a quieter corner and found seats. "But she is jealous of your marriage. She talks about you and your husband all the time, and openly admits being envious of you two. She calls you the Only Happy Couple She Knows." 

Rhonda felt a twinge of guilt at that, her secret poking a finger in the eye of her conscience. She sipped her wine instead of commenting, and changed the subject. "How do you know her?" she asked.

"We're friends," he said, "with benefits." Rhonda was unfamiliar with the term, and said so. "We're friends, and we occasionally hook up." He saw her puzzled face, and explained. "We have sex." 

Rhonda felt her face turn red. "She's your girlfriend?"

"No, not like that. We're friends, and neither one of us is looking for something permanent. We're both divorced, and we date, but we sometimes, well, hook up. When we want to, you know, just for fun. Benefits." He was grinning sheepishly. "No commitments, just sex. It works out for both of us. Although deep inside, I think she'd really like to have a good, stable relationship."

"With you?"

"No, I don't think so, we're friends, not lovers." He paused, considering. "She's wild and crazy, and I like that in her. But I think she's looking for someone to sweep her off her feet, and make her stop. Someone she would want to give up the wild life for." He grinned. "That's not me. I like the wild part of her." 

"And you're wild too, I guess," she inquired, at ease with this handsome young man.

"Pretty much," he admitted. "We get up to some ... antics." Rhonda felt like the conversation was getting into very personal territory, and changed gears. She talked about Walt, and Brent listened, and they talked about work, and Julie. They got another drink, and Brent suggested sitting out on the patio. The crowd inside was getting louder and more rambunctious, so she followed him out. There were a few people out there, but they found a seat apart from the others.

As they talked she found herself liking this young man. After the second drink, they had a third, and the conversation drifted back to his relationship with Julie. He began vaguely discussing their "antics" as he called them, and she was shocked to hear some of the things they did. She found herself interested, and not just a little stimulated at the stories. Public sex, vacations at nude resorts, and even a threesome! She was prompting him for details without realizing it, and part of her brain was conversing with the moisture between her legs. She was suddenly aware of her smooth shaved lips, and squirmed a little. That's for Walt, she reminded herself, I can't fuck this boy. 

No, the voice inside told her, but you can suck his dick. She argued with it, inside her head, even as Brent was describing, in detail, at her request, one of his "antics". Fuck, it was hot, HE was hot, and she was wet and was getting very excited. Most of the others had drifted inside where the real party was, and they were alone.

"Do you have to take a pill?" she heard him ask, and she saw him grin. She had looked at her watch. "Is it too late for the old lady to be out?" She laughed at his joke, but stopped when she admitted that she was estimating how long she had till Walt got here. 

She had time. And she had desire. 

She stood, and extended her hand. "Come with me," she told him. 

----

Walt arrived a little before ten, and let himself in, knowing from the noise inside that no one would hear him knock. He stood in the entrance near the door, seeing young people, mostly women, turn and look at him, and then spotted Julie heading his way. He broke into a grin, and they embraced. 

"Oh, my God, Walt, Julie was right, you DO look better," she gushed, "and in a suit, she said you were going to change."

"Hey, Julie," he kissed her cheek, hugging her, "I didn't have time, wow, you look fabulous." They chatted as she hooked her arm in his and led him to the drink table, where he poured a soda. "Driving," he explained. "I told Rhonda she could drink." 

Julie stuck close to his side. "What a good man, letting your wife have fun while you stay sober!"

"Do you know where she is?"

"She's here somewhere," she said glancing around, then turning to Walt. "I'm going to stick by you for a little bit, you are causing a stir in the harpies." He felt a puzzled look, and she explained, dragging him to the corner, her arm around his waist. "My girlfriends are scoping you out, silly man. You are the hottest thing in the room, and if I leave you, they'll swarm." She grinned. "I told Rhonda she had to mark her man!"

Walt didn't see himself as a chick magnet, and was taken aback by the praise. "Mark your man?" he asked.

"I'll take care of it, she's a friend, she won't mind." She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, slowly and obviously. No tongue, and he felt her smile as she pulled back. "There, now everyone knows you're spoken for. Otherwise they'd be having their way with you within the hour, the sluts." She grinned. "Now they'll think you're all mine, but you better find that wife of yours, or I'll have to come back and claim you!" Walt felt a stirring in his pants at the kiss, and the immediate image of several young ladies having their way with him. Julie hadn't changed, still the wild one. He asked again about Rhonda, and she said she would tell her he was here if she saw her. Before she left he asked where the bathroom was. A brief glance down the hallway at the gaggle of females waiting made her grimace, and she directed him to the stairs. "Steer clear of them," she warned. "There's one in the master bedroom, and another near the guest room, you'll see."

Thanking her, he made his way up to drain himself so he could look for Rhonda; he missed her, and was looking forward to tonight, her loosened up with a few drinks. At the top of the stairs he saw only doors, and tried the first one, trying the knob, finding it unlocked, and discovering a closet. The next door was slightly open, but dark inside. He pushed it a little to peer inside, and was immediately frozen to the spot.

It was dark, but he could clearly see two figures, one standing, one kneeling in front, and in the faint light from the window he could see the kneeling head bobbing, and then heard a muffled male groan. Fearful of being caught he pulled away, grinning. Julie's friends really were sluts, he thought, heading for the next door. It was the bathroom, a very nice guest bathroom, and he relieved his bladder and washed his hands. Glancing in the mirror he tried to see what Julie had described, the hottest man in the room, and failed. Meaningless compliment, he was sure, and clearly not true. Although, he remembered fondly, in the past months he'd been seduced by two women. What they saw, he didn't know.

Leaving the bathroom he headed back to the stairs. On a whim, he paused at the slightly open door where the couple were indulging their desires, and, glancing down the hallway, approached silently. He felt like a kid stealing candy as he approached. What if they were done, and coming out? Well, he thought, he could say he was looking for the bathroom, did they know where it was? Alibi in hand, he edged an eye past the edge of the door.

They were still there, but had moved a little, closer to the window, and the man's back was to him. A quick glance up the hallway, then to the room again. He could make out the woman's hands on the man's leg; his pants were down, he'd thought them on before, and in the dim light he could only see his silhouette, the window was behind him. Occasionally he'd get a brief glimpse of the woman's hair as her head moved on his cock. This was hot, and forbidden, and he nervously glanced up the hall, fearful of being caught spying. His eyes adjusted a little to the dark, and he could make out some detail. He thought the woman's shirt was open, a breast dancing into view, then vanishing behind the man's leg. Another muffled groan, and a wet, slurping sound. She was really going to town on this guy, he thought, and felt himself stiffen, He'd be thinking about this tonight as he fucked Rhonda, maybe even tell her about it. 

And then he knew he wouldn't have to. 

In the dim light, he suddenly saw the top half of Rhonda's face, as she turned to the side slightly, and he realized she was too low, she was underneath his dick, oh, Christ she was licking his balls. He was frozen now, unable to tear his eyes away, watching a woman he knew was his wife sucking another man's cock, and, from the sounds, enjoying it. All the erotic scenes he'd imagined over the last months flew through his head, and he was angry, and terrified and hard as a rock. She really WAS getting some, just like him, but instead of relieving his stress it paralyzed him. Unable to look away and scared to see more, wanting to see more and horrified that he might see more than he wanted. He glued his eye to the crack in the door and watched as the man's hips began moving, saw his hands on her head, his WIFE'S head, heard her moan softly, awaiting his climax. He heard the man grunt, heard her take a breath, and stared as his wife made him cum. Hidden behind the man he couldn't see, until she pulled her head back, he saw her full face as she looked up into the man's face, cum was on her lips, her face, her breasts exposed, and she was grinning, happy and satisfied. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 05



He tore himself away, wondering why he didn't kick in the door, wondering why he wasn't angrier, wondering why it was so hot to see his wife suck another man's dick. It was all imagination until now, and it was hot to fantasize, hell, he had wished for it, if only to assuage his own guilt. Making his way down the stairs, wrapped in his own thoughts, he was unaware of the looks he got, sporting a bulge in the front of his trousers. How long, he wondered. Was the car rental guy the first? Had he pushed the game too far? Did she suspect him of his affairs? He made his way to the drink table, poured a soda, and headed out of the loud room to the patio.

He sat alone, lost in his thoughts. Rhonda just blew a guy, and you did nothing. That's not exactly true, he reminded himself, you watched. You watched your wife take a load of cum from another man, in her mouth, on her face, and like it. And it excited you, you enjoyed it. Enveloped by guilt and shame and uncontrolled horniness, he didn't hear Julie approaching. 

"Well, you've certainly stirred up the henhouse," she said, sitting. "That's an impressive package you're carrying, sport." He looked up at her in time to see him glance at his crotch, and realized his erection was obviously tenting the front of his pants. He was so horny he thought he might explode. He looked at her, and she was grinning. "Need help with it?" She reached out and touched his hand. "If you haven't found Rhonda yet, I can always fill in. I already marked you."

He smiled, and took her hand in his. 

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Rhonda spent a few minutes in the guest bathroom, wiping the cum from her face and reapplying her makeup. A quick glance at her watch told her that she had better hurry, Walt might even be here already. She looked quickly for some mouthwash, but found none, and hoped she wouldn't have to kiss Walt until after she could grab a drink. He mouth tasted like cum like hot, creamy man jizz, and the part that she swallowed sat in her stomach like a good satisfying meal. No fucking, but a good, satisfying cock in her mouth, and a hot load from a hot man, God, she was so horny she might fuck Walt in the car. Or maybe blow him on the way home, she thought, shit, what a slut, to suck two cocks in one night. And she would still fuck him when they got home.

Glancing in the mirror she adjusted her shirt, shuffling her boobs inside her bra. Satisfied that she looked normal, she went out and headed down the stairs. I must be crazy, she though as she descended, sucking cock just minutes before my husband is due to arrive. It was irrational, and dangerous and oh, so wonderful, and she knew in her heart that the only way it would not turn out badly was if he was fucking other women. She glanced around the noisy room for Walt, seeing only Julie's young friends, dancing, partying, and in some cases, making out. She didn't see Brent either, and assumed he was looking for Julie. Seeing her chance, she scurried to the bar and poured a glass of wine, taking a quick sip, and surreptitiously rinsing her mouth. As she swallowed, she immediately missed the musky, bitter taste of the semen, and the hot memory of earning it. 

She looked around the den, the living room and the kitchen, maneuvering her way through the crowd. Several times she heard snippets of conversation about a well-dressed man. When she heard one girl tell her friend that she was going to make a move on him, she turned and scowled, but the girl, young, pretty and drunk, had moved away. Rhonda made her way out to the patio. 

Closing the sliding door behind her muffled the noise from inside, and she could hear conversations from the couples and groups who had come outside to talk and smoke. She scanned the crowd, but didn't see Walt or Brent or Julie. Three girls sat at a table, passing a joint, and she thought she remembered one from Brent introducing her earlier. She stepped up and asked if she had seen an older man, her own age, arrive at the party.

"Oh, yeah, the hottie in the suit?" So he hadn't changed his clothes, it had to be him. "He was out here before, talking to Julie. Julie says he's off limits, honey, I wouldn't cross her." Her friends all laughed at the good-natured warning, and Rhonda thanked her, and went back inside. He was here, she just had to find him. She wandered the room again, and ended up in the hallway to the bathroom, passing the line.

"Hey, Julie's friend, the line's back here," a drunk girl told her, glancing up from her cell phone.

"Oh, no, I was looking for my- for the hottie, in the suit," she quipped. "Have you seen him?"

"Who hasn't," she grinned, "I thought I'd gone to heaven when he walked through the room with that bulge in his pants."

Walt wasn't that big, she thought. Maybe it was someone else? But how could there be two men in suits showing up late at this party? "Have you seen him recently?"

"I think he went upstairs," she slurred, too loudly, and turned back to her phone.

Rhonda wiggled her way through the room again and headed up the stairs. Maybe he went to find a place to change. Won't the little girlies be disappointed. She reached the top, and saw the room where she had blown Brent. Too close, Rhonda, she chided herself, but felt a little pride in pulling it off. She started investigating doors, tapping lightly, turning knobs. All were empty. She reached the last door and a light from underneath. Thinking he must be changing inside, she silently turned the knob and opened it a crack. She peeked inside, saw a dresser and loveseat. Master bedroom. Maybe Julie let him change here. She eased the door open a little wider, peeking around the corner until she saw him.

He wasn't wearing clothes, but he wasn't changing. He was on the bed, on his knees, and he wasn't alone. His back was facing the door, and his butt cheeks clenched as he drove his cock into another woman's pussy. She could see between his legs, see his cock going inside her, HER cock, slipping into another woman's wet hole. It was erotic and enraging and terrifying all at once, and she stopped herself from gasping and running or barging into the room. She heard him groan, and heard her call out, and she stood there at the half-open door, unseen behind him. 

For weeks, since their vacation she had wondered, fantasized, about him fucking other women. He had implied he'd done it on his text message after she'd left him at the convention. And she'd wondered. And imagined. And, to offset her guilt at her own activities, had hoped. And now she knew, and she watched. All night she'd thought about fucking him, feeling him inside her, feeling his strong body above her, pounding her, she had shaved her pussy for him tonight. She wanted that cock, those shoulders, that strong back that was so sexy to see, driving himself into a hot wet cunt beneath him.

She wanted her hands on that tight butt, feeling it clench as it was doing now, pushing his hips, feeling the muscles tense, and thrust. Into her, she wanted it in her, and yet she couldn't turn away, he looked so sexy fucking, so passionate, and she stared as he pulled the woman's legs up to his chest. He was pumping harder now, she knew the signs, he was getting close, and she heard him grunt with the effort, heard the woman whispering words of encouragement, and then he drove into her hard, all the way, and the woman exhaled sharply. God, she could see his balls twitching as he pumped his cum inside her, she could see some of it leaking out, his cock sliding slowly in and out, his cum mixing with her juices, and then he slipped out, and a fat drop of his cream slid out of her open hole. The last thing she saw as she pulled herself away from the door was that river of cum running out of a wet cunt, down the crack to her ass. 

Her head was swimming. She fumbled her way down the stairs, to the drink table; she spilled a lot of wine trying to pour with shaking hands, and made her way out to the patio. She found a chair alone, apart from the few people still outside, and drank half the glass of wine. Walt fucked another woman. And I watched it. And you liked it, her voice told her, feel how wet you are? And it struck her that she was not angry. She was shocked, but not by Walt, by herself. She HAD enjoyed it, it had turned her on so badly that she could feel the wetness spilling from between her shaved lips. Her nipples were hard and tight, and she thought that if she was alone her fingers would be rubbing her clit until she came. Behind her horniness was relief, knowing that her marriage wasn't over, it was okay now that she had blown Brent, and fucked Andy and Jimmy. He was doing it too! And while she felt a slight pang of jealousy, it was nearly overwhelmed by her horniness at the vision. 

She was still replaying the scene n her head when Walt emerged from the house. The girls were right, he WAS a hottie in his suit, and she waved to him. She felt the same thrill she always did when she saw him, but with a twist this time. She didn't want to deceive him anymore; she had seen him, and she had to tell him about what she had done.

Walt sat, and kissed her on the lips, sweetly, then pulled back and looked into her eyes, and kissed her again. She made contented noises as their lips brushed each other, and the tips of their tongues briefly made contact. He pulled back just enough to look at her.

"I missed you," he said. "I looked all over."

Her fingertips touched his cheek, felt the warmth of the skin of this most wonderful, sexy and caring man. "You found me now," she whispered. Her chest tightened with nervousness and excitement, and her pussy pulsed in response. "Are you okay if we go? I think I'm ready to leave."

"Oh, look at the lovebirds," they heard Julie squawk. "Still romantic after all these years? I am so jealous, I swear, I tell Brent all the time, you are the only truly happy people I've ever known." She pulled up a chair and sat. "How do you do it? What's your secret?"

They looked at each other, having seen their secrets, and each not knowing the other knew. Walt reached for Rhonda's hand, and held it between his own. A moment passed, and they stared into each other's eyes, then both smiled, just a little. Walt spoke.

"Sorry, Julie," he said softly, his eyes not leaving his wife's. "Another time. We have to go now." He stood. "Ready, hon?"

Rhonda stood and kissed her dumbfounded friend on the cheek, hugged her, and stepped next to Walt, slinking an arm around his waist, snuggling her shoulder into his chest. "It's great to see you again, Julie. Let's get together soon, just us, maybe a lunch or something ... not so loud." She squeezed her husband, feeling his solid mass, and hunched her shoulders. Walt squeezed her back, and leaned down to kiss her on top of her head.

"Ew, you two make me sick, get out of here, you're like lovesick teenagers." She stood, hugged her friend, and hugged and kissed Walt on the cheek. "You take care of my girl, you hear?" Rhonda saw a look pass between them. Was that Julie he was fucking upstairs? It was her bedroom ... They turned to go, but Rhonda pulled back to Julie.

"We're just going to sneak out, so tell Brent I said goodnight, and thanks for everything." Walt saw a look on his wife's face. Brent was Julie's guy friend, was that who Rhonda sucked off?

They made their way through the room, and Rhonda felt the eyes of all the jealous drink girls who suddenly knew they had no shot at the handsome distinguished hottie in the suit. Not today, girls, he's leaving with the old gal, who loves him. She felt another thrill run through her, and her pussy answered. They got to the car without talking, just being together. Walt opened her door for her, then got in his side and started the car. They drove in silence for a few minutes. Alone with their thoughts, they each struggled for a way to start, to say "I saw you, and it's okay, I love you, and I'm doing it too." But how to start? The longer the silence stretched, the more uncomfortable it became, the more obvious they weren't speaking. 

"I have something to tell you," Rhonda began, just as Walt said, "We need to talk about something." They both smiled nervously, and traded 'you first's' for a minute. Finally, Rhonda agreed to go first. She took a deep, quiet breath, and spoke softly.

"I saw you tonight."

Walt, expecting to hear that her confess to having sex with another man, was taken aback. "Saw me?"

"Upstairs, in the bedroom. You were having sex. Fucking. You were fucking another woman, and I saw you. I watched you." Walt started stammering, and she stopped him. "I kind of suspected, since our vacation ... you know, the Andy thing. And the messages, that were kind of a tease. But they weren't."

"You saw me?"

"It's okay, I'm not angry. I- I kind of liked it. It made me ... hot. I got excited watching you."

Walt was confused. SHE had seen HIM? This conversation had taken a wild turn. She'd seen him, and liked it, gotten excited? He felt a surprising justification for his own arousal at having watched her. "You watched? You're not angry?" 

"No, I'll explain," she began, but he interrupted.

"No, not yet, first I have to tell you why."

"Why you fucked her?"

"No, why I was so horny that I couldn't resist." He paused. "I saw you."

"When you got to the party? I didn't see you come in."

"No, I saw YOU. Upstairs, in the guest room, you ...you were sucking a guy's dick." He paused. "I watched, too. I- I couldn't stop myself. You were enjoying it."

Now it was Rhonda's turn to be rattled. Here she was thinking that she had seen his secret, and he had watched her sucking off Brent. "Well," she said, taking a deep breath, "I guess we really have some talking to do." She heard the catch in her voice, and her eyes became wet, oh, no, no tears, she thought, fighting it, but they came anyway. She didn't want Walt to see her, she didn't want it like this, but when she didn't speak he turned to her, and saw her hiding the tears. He reached for her hand but she pulled it away, and then he was pulling off the road, into a parking lot, mostly empty, and stopped the car. She struggled a little, but he took her, and held her, until she surrendered and buried her head in his chest. They stayed that was for what seemed to be forever, her sniffling on his jacket, him holding her tightly, saying quiet, comforting things, until she regained control, and he released his grip, but rubbed the back of her neck.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry," she said, fumbling for a tissue in her purse. "I feel awful, I'm a terrible person, my God, what you must think of me."

"It's okay, baby, really, it's okay." 

"I feel terrible, Walt, I- I'm a bad person, a bad wife." She looked up at him. He saw the confusion on her face, confusion he felt as well. "Please don't hate me, oh, Walter, have we destroyed our marriage? What will become of us?" She wiped her nose, sniffled. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, I really DID enjoy it, I'm sorry, so sorry."

"Ronda, baby, what are you sorry about?"

"I- I had sex ..."

"So did I, remember?" he asked softly, still rubbing her neck, that soft tender spot where her hair ended. 

"I liked watching you. You liked watching me. Now why are you upset."

"Walt, you remember that text I sent you, when I left you at the convention? I made like we were still teasing, you know, like when we were talking about it together, but I really did it, Walt, I had sex with Andy."

"I thought you did. I answered your text, too, like I was playing along. But I wasn't, I really did have sex." He felt the grip of his guilt then, and explained. "I put myself in a situation that got out of control, please forgive me, but I ended up fucking that girl in the mini skirt." He took a breath. "I felt really bad about deceiving you, I started to hope that you really HAD fucked that guy, to make myself feel better."

"Walt, what will happen to us now? Have we destroyed our marriage?"

"Whoa, hold on. Are you saying you want a divorce?"

"No, never, Walt, I couldn't stand to be without you, I love you."

He turned her head to face him, looked directly into her teary eyes. "And I love you, okay? I'll never leave you. So let's not have any more talk of destroying our marriage. You're the most precious thing in my life, you know that." She nodded, slowly. "So let's talk this through, okay?"

She gave him a wan smile, and he took her hands in his, and held them as he talked, they way they always had done when discussing serious things. "We teased each other on vacation. We've teased each other in the past, but this time we teased about having sex with other people, right?" She nodded. "And it got us both really hot, right?"

"Yes."

"It got us all hot, and we had great sex, teasing each other, and we had more great sex and teased each other more. Right? But then we did it. We each had sex with someone else." She was silent, but bit her lip, and nodded. "Right. So then we both 'fake confessed' and pretended we were only kidding, like it wasn't true, but it was, and we allowed each other to think it wasn't." He looked at her, and continued, speaking passionately now. "Honey, don't you see? It's not the sex, it's the dishonesty; I know it was for me. I was really bothered by it." He held her hands firmly. "We've never been dishonest with each other, in all the time we've been together."

"Oh, God, Walt, it was awful, knowing I was keeping this secret, walking around with it every day." She still looked a little nervous. "I did it again," she blurted, "before tonight." She smiled a little.

He blushed, and grinned. "So did I." He heaved a sigh. "Wow, It feels good to get that off my chest. And to see you smile again," he added, and then she blushed, too, and smiled wider. He leaned to her, and kissed her, thinking, where these lips have been, what I saw them doing. "I love you," he whispered to her. 

"I love you, you horny hot man." She pulled back, looking into his eyes. "Are we bad people? Are we some kind of sick, perverted wierdos who-"

"Whoa, slow down there, what are you talking about? Where is that coming from?"

"Well, it all just feels so strange, it's so crazy."

"Honey, try to relax. We have a good, strong marriage. We're happy together, happier than anyone else we know. We had some sex, and we both liked it, but we were both scared to say anything to each other. Well, it's in the open now, and we haven't hurt each other, and we're still in love."

"But now what?" She felt uncertainty welling up inside her. "What do we do now?" 

"Now, we do whatever we decide we want to do. We can stop, or we can continue, but whatever we do, we do it together, the way we do everything. No secrets, no hiding. We decide."

She listened to his voice, heard his words, but they didn't register. "Are you saying it's okay? That if I want to have sex with another man, it would be allright?"

"Honey, I'm saying that what we do is up to us, me and you. Look, I said before that I started hoping that you had fucked that car rental guy, because it helped me to justify my guilt at going behind your back. But it didn't stop there, I started imagining you doing it, seeing it in my head, and you know what? It was hot. It was wild hot." He took her hand again. "You know what I always tell you is the thing that gets me the most excited, the thing that turns me on more than anything else?" She was looking down, felt his fingers at her chin, gently lifting her head, to look straight into his eyes. "It's you, being turned on. When I see you excited, really getting into sex, getting wild, shit, I just go crazy. You know that."

She smiled again, and his heart lifted. "I know that. I like seeing you like that."

"Well, when I imagined you doing it,THAT was the you I imagined. The wild, sexy, horny you. And those fantasies got me so turned on. But let me tell you." He lowered his voice, and spoke slowly. "Seeing you tonight, with that guy, enjoying yourself, really getting into it and being loose and wild, it was hotter than any of those fantasies."




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 05



"Oh, my God, really?" She squeezed his hand, and wriggled a little in her seat. Between her legs she felt a little moisture beginning, and suddenly remembered she had shaved her pussy for Walt. "Oh, it's embarrassing to say, but I fantasized about you, too, and then, tonight, I could see between your legs, your dick, going inside her, oh, shit it turned me on."

"So? So, we both did it, and we both liked it, and we both got turned on by the idea of the other one doing it. Is that weird? Some people might think so, but they are not the judge of us. Only WE are the judge of us. And we can say yes, or no. But we do it together, we decide together. Okay?"

"Okay, but, I don't know, what will our friends think?"

"Well, maybe we should leave our friends out of it."

"It might be too late for that. The guy I blew tonight? It was Julie's friend, Brent."

"Well, we're probably safe then, because that was Julie I was fucking!" 

Rhonda felt her eyes open wide, and then she laughed, a full, hearty laugh, and Walt joined her, and they hugged. 

"Okay," she said, calming down, "after tonight, no more friends." 

"Good idea. Here's another one. No affairs, no emotional attachments. We don't want anything to come between us. Once, maybe twice, but that's it."

"And if we're going to do it, we tell each other, before," she added.

"Good idea. And at any time, if either one of us says stop, we stop. Agreed?"

"Agreed. God, I can't believe this conversation is even happening, it's so unreal." She leaned to him, and kissed him, a full, open-mouth, love kiss, filled with all the emotion and comfort that had finally been released. 

When they were done, Walt turned and started the car. "We should get home, I need to fuck you soon."

"God, do you ever, I'm so wet." She buckled her seatbelt, and announced, "by the way, I shaved my cunt." She grinned evilly. "And I want to hear about the women you had sex with, what you did with them."

"Fuck! You say the nicest things when you're horny!" He pulled out of the spot, and headed back to the road. "Tell you what, you over-sexed vixen, with your shaved pussy. While we drive home, I will tell you about the women I fucked while I'm driving home, and make you really hot, on two conditions."

"I'm in, what?"

"You suck my dick while I'm talking," he said.

"I'm for that," she chirped, unbuckling. "Pull it out, baby, let's see that hard cock I love." As she leaned over, she added, "what else?"

"When we get home, you get on top, and go nice and slow, and tell me about the guys you fucked."

Her answer was muffled, but Walt felt her agreement.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 06



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fictional story in a fictional series of a fictional married couple proposing fictional sex outside their fictional marriage. If you find the subject matter objectionable, please move on. 

You may want to read Walt and Rhonda Ch. 05 to get the background, but it's not essential. 

*

It had been more than two months since Walt and Rhonda had confirmed their deepest suspicions and most exciting fantasies about each other. After ten years of wonderful married life and loving sex they had each had sexual experiences outside their marriage, each hiding it from the other, terrified of being discovered while teasing each other that they were doing it, and at the same time hoping and wondering if the other was doing the same. Finally, at a party, they'd had the opportunity to separately see each other having sex with another person, and realizing their fantasies. Afterwards they had discussed it, and agreed that since no had had been hurt, and since they both enjoyed what they did, and they each enjoyed the idea of each other enjoying it, that they would continue, only without secrets. Hiding nothing from each other, no lies, no secrets; that was the pact they made.

For the first few weeks following their emotional reunion after witnessing each other's dalliances, they had returned to their regular sex lives, making slow, wonderful love, considerate of each other's needs and wants. They sexually reset their norms, making sure they were still okay, that these new events hadn't changed them, or irreparably damaged their relationship. Each knew that the relationship had changed, had grown, or stretched to include new boundaries, but their personal, intimate relationship was strong as ever, once again firmly rooted in trust and open communication. 

Rhonda was happy to have given up her outside activities, but was especially pleased with having lost the weight of her deceit, her lies by omission. As they rediscovered themselves these few weeks, she thought, it was a great relief to not have her secrets dangling over her head, weighing her down, and a bigger relief to know that Walt wasn't angry, or jealous. In fact he was excited to hear some of her stories that night, some while she sucked his cock, and others when she was on top of him, riding his shaft. But for weeks after the party the subject had not been raised, and it had been just them, together, like old times.

A few weekends after the party they had gone to dinner on a weeknight (a WEEKNIGHT of all things, who would have imagined!), just to spend some time together. The restaurant was surprisingly busy for a Thursday, but they sat quietly, eating and talking. They chatted about work, and Walt mentioned that he might have to go out of town in few weeks. He hadn't been away for a while, she realized, and wondered if he had been avoiding his trips because of their recent past activities. They had only occurred when they were apart. She considered bringing it up, but let the thought slide. Walt was relating the vendor he had to visit; he'd be gone four days, there were three plant visits, company officers, meetings. At his last trip he'd fucked the owner's wife, and Rhonda felt a little tingle inside remembering Walt telling her what they had done. It had been pretty hot. Her pussy twitched at the memory, and her thoughts drifted to sex as they talked. 

And she looked around the restaurant. 

There were a number of couples seated around them, and more at the bar, visible from the dining room. She wondered if any of them were like Walt and her, prepared to share themselves with others; if their relationships were strong and loving and understanding like the one she shared with Walt. She smiled wistfully at the ones who looked happy and content, and felt sorry for the ones who ate in silence, existing together, not enjoying themselves. 

It occurred to her then that she was trying to determine if she could detect, just by looking, if a couple had an open relationship. And she realized that if that were true, if you could see it, then they could surely see it in her and Walt. She blushed with momentary embarrassment. What would these people, these regular, ordinary people, think of her? Would they be shocked? Or would they just give a knowing smile, because they were doing the same thing? She drifted off, ruminating on the possibilities, until she felt Walt's hand on hers.

"Hey," she heard him say, "where'd you go just now?"

She came back to herself to find her eyes had settled on a young couple at a nearby table, and when she snapped back to reality she saw they were looking her way and grinning. She gasped in surprise, and turned away, blushing and flustered, to answer Walt's question.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking," she stammered. "I guess I drifted off a little." She smiled at him to cover her thoughts and embarrassment. What would that young couple think of her? Her eyes darted back, but the young couple had returned to their meal and conversation. She turned to Walt and he was looking where her eyes had been. When he returned to her, he was smiling broadly.

"You sexy, brazen hussy," he whispered in a low voice, "were you checking that guy out?"

She was momentarily speechless, both because she hadn't been, and because the subject of other people had not come up for several weeks. She looked at his face. He wasn't angry. He was -- what? Entertained? 

"No, you idiot," she joked, but her hand fiddled with her napkin. "No, don't be silly."

"You were, weren't you? You were checking out that young stud eating dinner with his wife."

"I was not," she insisted, and her eyes drifted back to the young couple, who were smirking and stealing furtive glances at her. Oh, my God, she thought, I bet they think that I WAS staring at him! But even as she thought it, her eyes scanned the younger man, his relaxed body, his long legs under their table, his easy good looks, and the devilish smirk on his face. And her pussy confirmed her opinion. 

"You were," Walt grinned at her, "you just did it again!"

She felt her face go red and she put her hand up to hide her embarrassment. "Oh, God that's embarrassing," she muttered. "I was not checking him out before, but I admit I did just now." She looked up at him and grinned. "And they saw me! It's so embarrassing!" She dropped her hands to the table as the redness left her face.

Walt snickered at her. "Don't worry yourself, dear," he said covering her hand with his. "I think they enjoyed it." She saw his eyes dart in their direction, then return to hers. "So, you would go for that? Is he your type?"

"Walt! Stop it!" Rhonda's embarrassment returned, shocked to hear him asking such a frank question out loud, after so many weeks of not addressing the topic. She took a moment to accustom herself to the idea that she was openly discussing her potential for attraction to other men with her husband in a public place. She wondered why it didn't seem more unusual. And more strangely, that discussing it publicly was, well, a little titillating, almost dangerous. 

Her words were stern, but with a smile. "What are you talking about? I don't have a type." She lowered her voice, and put her hand on his. "Except you, of course; you're my type." 

"Good to know," he said, "I was kidding of course." He gazed into her eyes and his lips curled a little into half a smirk. "But are you interested? What kind of man interests you?"

Before answering she had another momentary flash of being outside herself, observing her position, and being a little amazed that she would be openly discussing with her husband what makes another man attractive to her. "It's not just looks, you know. Physical attraction is important, but there has to be more, a connection. I have to meet him, talk to him, feel comfortable. Remember Andy? The Car Rental guy? Like that. Not just handsome, but also an emotional match. I don't just survey the crowd and settle on an attractive face with a hard cock." She glanced sideways, making sure her voice was low enough. "Not that there isn't a lot to be said for hard cock!" she grinned. "And that young man over there is with his wife, and I'm with you, so I can see he looks nice, but that's not what I'm thinking of."

"So," Walt asked, smirking openly, "what if you were here, and alone, and horny?" he teased.

"Well, then," she teased back, leaning in towards her husband, "I'd just tell him I wanted to suck his hard cock, provided he could go again, and fuck my brains out!" She saw movement from in the corner of her eye, and turned to see the waitress there, and the look on the girl's face told her that her voice had been a little too loud on that last comment. 

Rhonda lowered her head almost to the table and buried her face in her hands, hearing Walt's laugh. 

"Should I come back?" the waitress asked tentatively. And despite herself, Rhonda began laughing, too. She picked her head up.

"No, it's fine," she laughed.

"How is everything tonight? Can I get you folks anything else?" As she spoke she removed the empty plates. "Would you like some coffee or dessert?"

"Dessert sounds great," Walt told her, and Rhonda agreed. The waitress smiled and left, returning with dessert menus. They selected quickly, and Rhonda waited until the waitress delivered the desserts before speaking again.

"I hope I didn't scare her," she said.

""Yes," Walt kidded her with sarcastic humor, "I bet she never heard those words before. I'm sure she's shattered." He grinned and lowered his voice. "You know, Ronnie, it's exciting hearing you talk like that. It's been so long since we teased each other."

Rhonda looked at him, measuring her response, not sure she wanted to bring up how they had kept secrets from each other. "Actually," she told him, "the last time may have been when we went away together." They looked at each other, both knowing that their teasing had led to their flings with others, and the discomfort of their secrets were not completely gone. Rhonda was determined not to let it ruin the evening. "And," she added, grinning, "it's about time we started again."

"I think you're right," he said, and reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing her fingers. "I love you, honey. I'm so lucky to have such a lovely, wonderful, sexy wife, and I am glad we stopped torturing ourselves." He grinned mischievously. "Teasing each other is so much fun, and I confess, I am a little, uh, stimulated, hearing you talk so sexy and dirty."

"Walt, are you getting a boner?"

"About half so far, yeah."

"Well, then, if you were alone, and sitting there with half an erection, who would YOU go for? Hmm? Is that young man's wife your type?" She looked at him slyly. "Or would you go for the waitress."

"Honestly, hon, I don't know," he said, eating his cheesecake. "You remember what happened to me those times. I didn't do the seducing. I was taken, by loose wanton women." He grinned broadly. "Not unlike yourself!"

"You didn't put up much of a fight, as I recall from your stories," she grinned back. "Is that what attracts you to a woman? The fact that she'll spread her legs for you?"

"Ouch," he kidded, "you make it sound so cheap. But no," he explained, "that's not it. Obviously, like you said, there is some physical attraction, but there's more. There's plenty of attractive women in the world." He looked at her, and touched her hand. "Not as attractive as you, of course."

"Well done," she congratulated him.

"But I don't just lust after every attractive woman. There needs to be something more, a sexual spark, a sign of lust, a mutual, I don't know, idea." She watched him struggle to find the words. "There is something deeply alluring about a woman who knows she wants sex, who likes it enough to take a chance on a guy she just met." He winked at her. "Like you, Ronnie." She laughed and he continued. "The women who turn me on are attractive, sexy, seductive, and are attracted to me." He shrugged his shoulders. "Again, like you," he said, and smiled. 

"You, sir," Rhonda said, smiling as she pushed her empty plate away and reached for the last of her wine, "are a sweet talking devil, and I love you to death. And what sexy, horny woman wouldn't be hot for you?" They laughed together as the waitress picked up the check, and they stood to exit. "But I'm a little nervous about sending you out in the world to be the unsuspecting victim of every woman with an itch to scratch," she said, wrapping her arm around his, and leaning into his shoulder as they walked to the car.

"You think I'm naïve? A babe in the woods?"

"Maybe a little," she giggled. 

"It's true, I admit it," he said, holding her car door open. "I fell for your wily and seductive charms, didn't I?' He leaned in and kissed her as she sat down. Her hand touched his cheek lightly as their lips met, brushing lightly. 

"You are something, mister," she whispered as he pulled back, looking into her eyes. "You better get me home quickly, or I may have to go find some satisfaction for myself."

"Not tonight, woman," he said, standing outside her open car door. "Tonight you are all mine." He closed the door with an exaggerated flourish and thumped his chest dramatically. She was still laughing when he got in the car. 

That were still enjoying the humor as they walked in the door of their home, and Walt took her into his arms, holding her body close to his, but with his shoulders and head pulled back, looking at her silently, and smiling a little.

"What," she said, searching his face for a clue to his thoughts. "What is it? Is my makeup running?" Then she saw a smile form on his lips. "Is there a bug on my face?" she kidded, and his smile broadened. She loved his smile.

"You," he told her, his voice solemn and serious despite the smile on his face, "are the most beautiful, sexy, hot woman any man could ever want," he told her. "I love you, Rhonda, and I love loving you, and I am the luckiest man in the world for loving you." 

And Rhonda felt her stomach flip and her knees go weak and her face moved to his and they kissed, slowly and teasingly like lovers; she thrilled at the fact that they could still kiss like lovers after ten years of marriage. Their hands were at each other's faces, caressing cheeks, touching necks, and lips parted, tongues touched, then began probing, mouths open and pressing lightly. His hands moved around her, to her back, then to her ass, pressing her against him. She felt him getting hard against her.

Her lips left his mouth, moved to his chin, his neck, then down his chest, kissing him through his shirt as she bent, then knelt, her hands sliding down his chest to his pants as she kissed his growing erection though his pants. She opened his pants, pulling the zipper down, tugged his briefs down below his balls and released him. She gazed lovingly at his half hard dick before planting a kiss on the tip, then licking the head. She heard him moan appreciatively. 

"Is this how you would do it?" he asked, and she looked up at him questioningly.

"Do what?" she asked, holding his shaft at the base with one hand, the other on his stomach as he worked his pants down past his hips, letting them drop to his ankles. 

"Is this how you would do him, after you pick him out, and meet him?"

She knew what he wanted then. "Oh, yes, baby," she said, and her eyes drilled into his. "I'd open his pants and drop to my knees and tell him I wanted to suck his cock with my slutty married mouth." She opened her lips, still looking into his eyes, and took the head inside, feeling the spongy head squirm around her swirling tongue,

"Show me how you want him," he whispered, "show me how you want his cock."

She hummed her delight on his head and felt his hips twitch, and lowered her eyes and began to work his cock, loving the feel of his hard shaft in her mouth as she moved her head down, taking as much of him inside as she could fit, and sucking as she drew back.

"Oh, yeah, you beautiful, married slut, suck my cock," he encouraged, and his dirty words inspired her, and she began pumping his shaft with her mouth and hand, swirling her fist as she sucked him. "Yeah, that's it, oh, you suck my cock so good, you love a nice hard cock in your mouth, don't you, you horny slut?" 

She pulled off, rubbing his saliva-slicked head across her lips. "Yeah, baby, I love to suck a nice hard cock." She licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, stretching it from his cockhead to her tongue, then taking him back inside her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head. 

"Doesn't your husband take care of you?" he asked teasingly.

She pulled off again. "He takes good care of me," she said, her face hot with desire, and her pussy leaking into her panties. "But he's not here now, and you are, and your cock is hard, and I want you to cum in my mouth," she hissed. She opened her mouth wide, laid her tongue out flat beneath his cock, and watched him watching her as she inserted his cock far into her mouth before closing her lips around it. She pressed down, forcing it into the back of her mouth, until she gagged a little. She began pumping her head enthusiastically, hearing him groan.

"M-mm, yeah, suck my hard cock. I'm going to cum in your married mouth, I'm going to shoot my cum in your slut mouth." She felt his hips jerk and his cock pulsed, and she fondled his ball sack as she stroked his cock with her mouth, urging his release. Her saliva dripped from her lips, and she sucked, and pumped, and listened to him grunt and moan. When she felt him getting close, she looked up, stroking his cock at her open mouth. 

"Cum for me, baby, cum in my mouth so I can tell my husband how good your cum tasted, how I swallowed your hot load of cum." She kept her eyes on his as his cock swelled, and jerked, and she wrapped her lips around the head. She felt the pulse in her hand as the first spurt of his cum shot into her mouth, coating her tongue with his hot, salty load, and she held it in her mouth, letting his eruption fill her mouth, groaning as his semen emptied into her. She pulled back as he finished, allowing the last drips to coat her lips as she swallowed her mouthful. 

She looked up at him, lips glistening with his seed, and smiled. "Happy? Did you like that?" She stood and threw her arms over his shoulders. "More important, do you think HE would like it?"

"No," he told her, "the most important is that YOU enjoyed it. I love to see you enjoy yourself; it's always been my greatest turn on, seeing you sexy and horny and hot. It's my dream, seeing you out of control, unable to help yourself. What man could resist you?" He kissed her then, tasting the remnant of his climax on her lips. His arms caressed her back, sliding down to her butt, pressing his still half-hard cock against her. "When you put the moves on a guy, he doesn't stand a chance."

"What about you?" she asked, as his hands caressed her back. "What would you do to seduce a woman?"

"Oh, you want to see my moves?" He faced her, his hand on her arm, lightly grazing her skin with his fingertips.

"Yeah, I want to see your moves baby. I need to know that the women you fuck are impressed with you." She grinned broadly. "I can't have them thinking I didn't train you right!"

He leaned into her, one hand at the small of her back, pulling her hips close to him, and kissed her lightly, the other hand behind her head, stroking her neck and playing in her hair. She returned the kiss, their tongues dancing. 

"M-mm, that's nice," she said, breaking the kiss, and the hand from her back moved around, sliding up her front to slowly cup her breast through her shirt. "Oh, yeah, she likes that," she cooed. He kissed her lips again, harder this time, then moved his hands to her shoulders and firmly turned her, so her back faced him, and she craned her neck as his lips found her throat under her ear. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 06



"Oh, yeah, that's good," she murmured, "she likes when you take charge, show her how much you want her, how hot she makes you." She pressed her butt back, feeling his returning erection pressing at her ass cheeks. "And she likes that," she said, squirming back against him. His hands went in front of her, at her waist, and slipped up under her tee shirt, working up under her bra, and cupping her bare breasts firmly. 

"Does she like that, the nasty girl?"

"You know she does," she said. "She wants you to pinch her nipples, hard. Pull on them. It makes her pussy wet." He did what she asked and she gasped as the excitement ran from her tits to her pussy, making her gush her wetness. "Oh, yeah," she confirmed, "she's getting so wet for your cock now, her cunt is all juicy for you."

"She sounds like a dirty girl. I better make sure," he whispered into her ear, and his hot breath tingled through her. One hand left her tits and slipped down between her legs, rubbing lightly, then pressing into her, harder, and then practically lifting her up by her crotch, and she felt juices spill out as her panties pressed into her slit. 

"I can feel the heat through her pants," he sighed into her ear, and his hand pulled up, and slid inside her waistband, inside her panties and he was touching her shaved lips, pushing a finger between them. "Oh, yeah, this pussy is nice and wet for me."

"She wants you to fuck her," Rhonda squeaked, fighting for breath as his fingertip touched her clit, hard and swollen. She opened her pants and pulled her ass away from him to slip them past her hips and down her legs. His fingers entered her as she parted her legs to step out of her pants and shoes. Her panties stuck at her ankle, and she left them there. She rested her head back on his shoulder, holding his forearms as one hand tweaked her nipples and the other fingered her wet hole, moaning. "She wants your cock, but not yet," she cooed. "First she needs to know if your wife taught you how to use your tongue to get a girl off."

She pulled away and turned, her legs open, hips thrust forward, panties around one ankle. Walt looked at her and thought she never looked sexier; so wanton and hot. She reached for his head and pressed down, and he dropped to his knees and dove between her spread legs. He squatted all the way down so he had to angle his face up, getting his tongue beneath her, and licked at her wet labia as she grunted her approval. 

"That's it, baby, lick my wet pussy, taste my cunt." She twisted her fingers in his hair, playing with her own nipples as he licked her, and pumped her hips in his face. "Get that tongue up inside my wet cunt, lick me out," she directed, and felt him force his face into her, his hands on her ass, pressing her into his mouth. "Yeah, you like licking her nasty wet cunt, don't you? You like having your married tongue up some hot girl's pussy, tasting her, drinking her juices?" He groaned his agreement and she felt the vibration between her legs. "You want to make her cum on your face, so you can go home and tell your wife how her pussy tasted when she came in your mouth, don't you?" He went up to her clit, taking it between his lips and sucking it, tickling the tip with his tongue, and heard her gasp.

"Oh! That's it, you nasty married man whore, suck my clit, get me off!" She wriggled on his lips, then jerked her hips forward, fucking into his face. "Do you like when she does that? You like when she fucks your face with her wet cunt?" His hands squeezed her ass harder. "Yeah, you do, your wife trained you good." She pulled back from his face and released his hair. "What if she does this?" She turned then, spreading her legs wider with her back to him, and bent down at the waist, and looked back at him as her hands went to her ass, and spread her cheeks lewdly. "What if she wants you to lick her dirty back hole? What do you do then, married man?"

Walt looked at her beautiful, hairless ass hole, winking and pulsing at him, her wet lips open and waiting below, and thanked his lucky stars. As he moved his face into her he slipped a hand between her legs, working two fingers inside her, palm out, and fucked her pussy as his tongue found her tight star, and probed her back door.

"Yeah, lick my asshole with that married tongue, yeah, I bet you kiss your wife with that ass tongue, don't you?" The dirty talk from Rhonda had made him so hard, he wanted to jerk his cock, but held off as he burrowed his tongue into her ass, feeling the muscle loosen and grip at his efforts. He fucked his fingers into her, feeling her rough lump, and stimulated her G-spot as he licked at her ass."Fuck, yeah, lick my ass and finger my pussy, baby, oh, you're gonna make me cum with your tongue up my ass!" He moaned at her encouragement, working his fingers harder, pushing his tongue into her tight ass, feeling it open, welcoming him inside. He wondered if she would ever let him put a finger in her ass, or better, take his cock! The thought spurred him on, even as she called out her impending orgasm. 

"Yeah! Oh, shit, you're gonna make me cum, don't stop, fuck, don't stop, it's fucking close," she panted excitedly. "Lick my ass! Fuck! Fucking make me cum from your fingers and your tongue! Oh!" And then she cried out, a long, wailing howl, and he felt her cum soak his hand and the ring of muscles clamped down on him, forcing his tongue out, and he licked the outside of her tight ring as her orgasm shook her legs and ass, and still he rubbed her G-spot, fucking his fingers in her, and another orgasm followed, quickly overriding the previous one, and she screamed again, and then she fell forward, her ass pulling away and his fingers slipping out with a wet pop from her gaping hole. She fell down to her hands and knees, panting heavily, her body trembling. He looked at her, her ass cheeks quivering, her legs open, inviting him to her wet cunt. She was so sexy, so beautiful. She looked back at him.

"Well?" she asked. "What are you waiting for? Get that fucking cock out, and let's see how you fuck your easy girl." In a heartbeat his pants were off, and he buried himself in one stroke into her wet pussy, hearing her breath escape as he filled her with cock. "Yeah, that's what she wants, she wants that married cock in her wet cunt, fucking her from behind, yeah, slap that ass, baby, show her who the man is." Walt took a slap at her ass cheek, raising a faint handprint on the supple flesh. "Oh! Yeah, give it to me, fuck your slut's wet cunt! Give it to her hard, that's what she likes, fill her with your cum!" 

He slapped her ass again, seeing the flesh ripple with the impact as he rammed his cock onto her. "Who's your man?" Slap! "Who's your man?" Slap! Each time he hit her he felt her pussy clench and get wetter.

"You are! Fuck me! Give me what you give your wife! Fuck me!" 

Walt grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her back onto his cock with every forward thrust, feeling himself bottoming out in her pussy, wondering if it hurt, or if she cared. Rhonda screamed as she came again, soaking his thrusting shaft, and her pussy clenched on his shaft.

"Yeah, cum on my dick, love my cock with your hot cunt!" He was slamming into her hard; long, full thrusts, shoving his entire length into her on each stroke as she came. "You like getting fucked, just like my hot wife! Your pussy loves my cock!" He looked down, saw her pussy, wet and red, stretched open to accept his thrusts, saw her ass shaking with the impact, and his hands spread her cheeks.

Her tiny hole winked at him, and a thrill ran through him, urging his cum faster. In a flash of impulse he rubbed his thumb between his cock and her pussy lips, wetting it in her juices, and as his orgasm began to rumble in his balls, he pressed his thumb at her ass. 

"You liked my tongue, see if you like this, too," he urged, and pressed harder, working his thumb into her tight rear hole. The muscle clenched, resisting; and he fucked her, and she cried out yet again, another orgasm right on the heels of the last one, and as she came her ass relaxed, and he slipped his thumb inside, penetrating her rosebud with his fat digit, and the newness, the excitement, overwhelmed him and he came, cramming his cock into her, spewing blast after blast of his powerful climax into her hot hole. "Fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Yeah, fill my cunt with your cum! Shove that thumb up my ass and fuck me full of cum!" They both grunted and groaned through the rest of their climax, until he stopped, spent and exhausted, and draped his body over her back, kissing her neck, her hair sticking in the sweat on her back. She slowly eased herself down from all fours, Walt's cock still inside her, and she lay on the rug, the fibers stimulating her nipples as he pressed his body into her, and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"So," he managed between deep breaths, "are my moves good enough?"

She chuckled beneath him, and he lifted off, and she rolled to her side. "Yes, baby. Your moves are plenty good." She kissed him. "I don't have to worry about you embarrassing me." She grinned. "Of course, I knew that already, but it was fun having you prove it!" She kissed him again, then rose to her knees, cum dripping from her pussy. "Oh, I'm leaking on the carpet," she said, and her hand went between her legs. "Could you get 'your girl' a towel?" she grinned. Walt ran to the bathroom, returning with a hand towel. He stood next to her while she wiped the excess drippings. "Thanks, sweetie," she said, handing him the towel and standing to kiss him. "By the way, the thumb was a nice touch. Surprising, but nice. Maybe we should do more of that?"

Walt smiled. "Rhonda, I'll say it again."

"I know; you're the luckiest man in the world. And I," she added with a kiss, and a quick fondle of his dick, "I'm the luckiest girl!" 



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 07



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If this isn't for you, please move on. Comments are welcome, but try to control the name-calling and moral judgments. 

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"Hi, honey," Rhonda said, answering her cell, seeing it was Walt calling from his trip. "I miss you." Walt had been gone for two days already; it was Saturday morning, and he'd be away until Tuesday morning. 

"I miss you, too."

"I was thinking about you last night. That's when I really missed you." Friday nights was a traditional sex night for them. "In that special way," she added breathily.

"O-oh, yeah, that's my girl."

"Don't tease me, I'm serious, I'm really horny this morning. I was so excited when you called. I thought maybe we could, you know, talk, on the phone, sexy like."

"You mean like phone sex? Honey, sorry, I wish I could, but I have to go soon, we have another plant visit this morning." She sighed her disappointment. "Can you hold off till tonight? I'll have some free time after dinner, and we can talk, all kinds of dirty, and get off together."

"Oh, damn, Walt, I hope I can hold out."

"Maybe you could send me a picture of yourself, on my cell, something sexy."

"Oh, you nasty man, maybe I will." She put on her seductive teasing voice. "I just don't know if I can hold out till tonight. I might have to take matters into my own hands before that." She paused, and added, "That is, unless my dream man knocks on my door today and helps me out."

"Well, good luck with that, I think Sal is coming to do the pool service today."

"E-eeww, Sal's not my dream. Yuck." Sal was an older, fat hairy fellow who did their weekly pool service. "I'm not that horny!" She laughed. "Thanks for taking my edge off with that visual!" 

Walt laughed with her. "You sexy devil. I really have to go, but I'm serious about tonight. Let's talk, say, around nine, and we can get each other all hot and have phone sex."

"That'll be new; okay, I'm in, baby."

"You're the best, I love you. But I gotta go."

"All right, honey, I love you. Bye"

"I love you, too."

And then she was alone again, with just her thoughts of sex, and anticipation of their call tonight. She'd slept in this morning, instead of her usual early Saturday, cleaning and laundry and shopping day. She figured she could catch up tomorrow. Instead she'd lain in bed, thinking of Walt, thinking of the Friday night sex she'd missed, and lightly rubbing her hard nipples and running her fingers through her wet lips, remembering the last time they'd had sex, when they'd teased each other about doing other people. She glanced at the clock and shook herself out of her reverie. It was already after ten, and she'd got nothing done. She looked out the kitchen window and surveyed the yard and the pool, loving the private retreat she and Walt had created for themselves. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Maybe she'd just shower and hang by the pool all day, she thought. 

She was hesitant to be alone with her thoughts without Walt. She was horny, and missing him, and her brain would follow her desire. There was a good chance that she wouldn't be able to wait till tonight, and would end up with one of their toys, getting herself off. Not as good as the real thing, but it would do in a pinch. She stood, rinsed her coffee cup, and put it in the dishwasher. 

As she headed for the shower, she grabbed her razor. As she had lay in bed this morning she'd noticed her stubble was noticeable, and she needed to shave her pussy when she did her legs. As she stood under the hot spray, stroking her legs with the razor, her thoughts drifted to her relationship with Walt. 

She was still astounded at how things had developed between them. After years of playfully teasing each other with fantasies, they had each made the leap and had sex with someone else, but did it behind each other's backs. The guilt had nearly destroyed them, but had come to a satisfying conclusion the night of Julie's party, when they had each spied the other having sex with someone else. Instead of anger, and hurt and rage, it had become an opportunity for arousal and reconciliation and mutual agreement; they both liked the idea, and that as long as they were open and honest with each other, they should take opportunities as they arose. Her amazement that Walt not only wasn't bitter that she'd fucked other men, and actually was turned on by it, was only exceeded by her arousal at watching him fucking Julie that night. 

As she finished her legs, and started on her pussy, she thought about seeing him. Her fingers pulled her lips taut as she ran the razor over the stubble of her pubic hair. She tried to ignore the incidental stimulation as she imagined watching Walt fuck another woman, seeing his hard cock slipping inside her pussy, seeing her writhe in passion the way she did when Walt fucked her. She remembered sucking Brent's cock, and later her shock at finding that Walt had seen her, then her relief and astonishment that he had watched, and had enjoyed it; that he had even fantasized about it! The conversation that night after the party could have gone a dozen ways, and she was still a little incredulous at how it turned out. But since then they had avoided the subject, getting back to normal together, until earlier this week when they had pretended to be doing it with someone else, her sucking his cock as though it was another man, him licking her pussy and ass, and then fucking her while she played at being another woman.

But neither of them had taken the leap since the night of the party at Julie's. She noted her wetness as she stroked her pussy with the razor. Damn, she was horny. She wondered which of them would be the first to do something. Would Walt come home with a story of seducing a woman? Frankly, she didn't see her prospects for meeting someone being all that good. She rubbed her hand across her smooth pussy, checking for missed spots, feeling the sensations of fingers stroking her labia, slipping between, touching the wetness and brushing her hardening button. She took a breath and reached for the depilatory.

Stepping out of the stream of water, she spread the hair removing lotion evenly across her ass cheeks, then bent over to smear the cream between her cheeks, around her tight hole, taking care not to miss anything, but keeping her butt closed against accidental insertion. As her fingertips touched her tight muscle she thought of Walt's thumb penetrating her as she came from his cock in her pussy. She'd never had anything inside her ass before, and it had been an unusual, but not unpleasant sensation. As she waited the few minutes before rinsing, she wondered if one day she might allow Walt to put his dick into her back door. 

After rinsing, she stepped out, dried herself, and rubbed the towel through her wet hair. In the bedroom, she looked out the window again, seeing the pool, the sun, the lounge chairs, and decided that her errands could definitely wait until tomorrow. Unfortunately, she'd have to wait until after Sal came and did his thing; she wasn't comfortable sunbathing while he was there. She slipped on a pair of loose terry shorts and a tee shirt, without panties or a bra; no sense adding to the laundry, as she'd be switching to a bathing suit in a while. She pulled her hair into a pony and wrapped a band around it just as she heard the doorbell. 

She kidded herself, wondering who it could be, remembering her joke to Walt on the phone. My dream man is here, she smiled to herself as she approached the door. Through the side lights of the door she thought she saw Sal's truck, but that couldn't be; he just went right to the yard. The figure she saw through the beveled glass was definitely not Sal. 

She opened the door. A heated blast of air wafted in through the open door, hitting her like an open oven door. The central air made you oblivious of the temperature outside.

On her front porch stood a tall, sandy-haired young man, dressed in a tank top and cargo shorts. At the street was Sal's truck. She was confused.

"May I help you?"

"Good morning, well, almost afternoon. I'm here to do your pool service."

"I don't understand, where's Sal? And who are you?" And WHAT are you, she thought. Six foot three, at least, with broad tanned shoulders, youthful good looks, an easy welcoming smile, thin nose and bright blue eyes. There were dots of perspiration forming on his shoulders and arms.

"My name's Jeremy, I'm Sal's nephew. I'm helping him out a little with some of his stops. He told me I should introduce myself when I come to a customer I haven't done before."

"Oh, well, thank you, that's very considerate." Yes indeed, very considerate to send a youthful Adonis to my house when I'm in a condition like this. She felt her pussy tingle in anticipation.

"Uncle Sal didn't want anyone to get nervous seeing someone new, because he usually does them all himself, and everyone is used to seeing just him," he explained awkwardly.

"Good practice," Rhonda observed, lightly, but her mind was not on customer service. "The gate's open, you can go straight back."

"Okay, thanks." She watched him turn and walk, seeing his cute butt in his shorts as he returned to his truck for his equipment. His hair was a little longish in the back. As she closed the door, she noted her nipples had become erect and were noticeable through her tee shirt. God, she thought, I hope I wasn't poking his eyes out with these. She was pretty sure it wasn't just from the cool air in the house.

She had planned to wait until the pool was finished before going outside, so she had time to kill. But instead of reading a book or watching the news, she wandered aimlessly through the rooms, trying not to fantasize about the young man outside. She would never have considered sunbathing with Sal there, but now the thought crossed her mind. She would not mind catching some admiring glances from him. She caught herself wondering what he'd be like, trying not to imagine sitting on his cock, looking at his handsome face as she rode him. 

No, she thought, it would be wrong, too close to home, not in the house, I couldn't. He works for Sal, he might have to come back; it would be too awkward. But she wanted to. She drifted back to the kitchen, gazing out the window, seeing him kneeling next to the pool, arranging the hose to vacuum. She thought about how she would send Walt a text, letting him know that she was fucking a young man. I can't, she told herself again. He'll be back, I don't think I'm ready to start bumping into men I've had impromptu sex with. 

But I want to. I really, REALLY want to. 

She was surprised to find her fingers between her legs, inside the loose leg of her terry shorts and unimpeded by panties, lightly stroking her wet shaved lips as she stood at the window. She pulled them away, embarrassed. Shit, Rhonda, you perv, she scolded herself. What are you going to do, diddle yourself to the pool boy? She laughed, and sat at the counter near the window and gazed out at the virile specimen working in her yard. 

Just a few months ago, she thought, I'd be looking at him, trying to talk myself into it, and make up excuses for keeping it from Walt. Now, she laughed to herself, I'm trying to talk myself out of it, and looking forward to telling Walt! 

She was mindful of the line that she would cross if she did this thing. Before their extramarital experiences, they had joked and teased each other about it, and that was safe, and fun, and they both understood the rules. But then both of them crossed that line, and for weeks their relationship hung in the balance. After the party, they had talked, and agreed that they would both continue having their flings, but only with full disclosure. They agreed that they liked the idea of each other having fun, being sexy and sexual, and hearing each other's stories had been very exciting. Provided the communication was open and honest; they felt that their love and commitment and mutual support would not only survive, but strengthen under their agreement to share each other. But like the line between teasing and doing, there was a line between agreeing and acting on the agreement. And up to now, they had not really spoken of their agreement until a few nights ago, never mind done something.

And now she was gazing out the window at a hot young man and touching herself, thinking of crossing that line, from talk to action. And she wanted the action. Badly. But this seemed like a poor choice for the first one; hell, she thought, it was a poor choice no matter what. She thought of this young man, this Jeremy, Sal's nephew, returning weekly to the house to service the pool. Nice, today Walt's not home. Next week he would be, what then? Do I introduce them? It felt too forbidden, and she reprimanded herself for considering going through with it. As open as she and Walt were to the idea, she knew that they hadn't considered having one of her dalliances returning to the house each week. That's too much like a boyfriend, she thought, and a little outside what they had discussed. 

Still, a little harmless flirting would be fun, and she reconsidered the sunbathing idea, although she assumed that as soon as he was gone she'd have the toy box out, and would be vibing herself to neverland. But the thought of putting on a bathing suit and pretending sunbathing seemed a little too obvious. Maybe just a stroll outside, some friendly chit-chat.

She stepped out the kitchen slider and made her way down the deck stairs to the pool area; she watched him, his back to her, his shoulders and back flexing as he moved the vacuum back and forth. It was really hot out, and his shirt was sticking to his back a little. She imagined a rivulet of sweat trickling down his spine, even as she felt one forming between her breasts. He turned the corner and saw her approaching as she reached the stone patio surrounding the pool. 

"Oh, hi, I didn't see you coming," he said politely. "Not really much to do, your pool's in good shape and the chemicals were pretty good. I'll leave the filter running, but you'll have to wait about an hour before you go in."

"That's fine," she said, pulling up a chair and sitting near the pool, stretching her legs out, ankles crossed, holding herself up on extended arms behind her. "So, you're Sal's nephew?"

"Yeah, Uncle Sal was getting a little tired at the end of last season, and he started making noise to my Mom, his sister, about maybe retiring, or selling the business. So my Mom asked me to come down and give him a hand. It's only for part of the season, though, I've got to go back in a couple of weeks."

"Where is back for you?"

"Upstate, that's where I'm from. I've been here about a month already, about."

"It must be lonely, being away from home."

He gave a resigned shrug. "A little. My Aunt and Uncle are great, really, but yeah, I guess I'm a little homesick. But I couldn't stay anyway, I really have to go back in a few weeks. I have a summer session at State I have to take. I'm trying to graduate a little early."

"Plus I bet you miss your girlfriend," she hinted. He's leaving. He won't be back. He's hot, I'm horny. She imagined the line dissolving as her reservations were satisfied and her imposed resistance crumbled, and she smiled to herself, feeling eager and sinister and so very lucky.

"Well, a little, but we broke up before I left." He snorted a chuckle. "Unrelated to my being away. But broke up nonetheless." He looked a little uncomfortable discussing it. "Man, it's really hot out," he said, changing the subject.

And it may get hotter still, young Jeremy, she thought. "When you finish, come up to the house, I'll make some iced tea."

"Oh, no, really, that sound great, but really, I couldn't, I don't want to impose." He fell all over himself trying not to accept.

"No imposition at all, I'm serious. Come up, I won't take no for an answer on a hot day like this."

"Well, okay, thanks. I'll be about another fifteen or twenty minutes, I guess."

"I'll have it ready for you," she said, standing, and strolled leisurely back to the deck steps, hoping he was staring at her as she walked back. Oh, yeah, Jeremy, I'll have it ready for you!

As soon as the door closed she was at the window, one hand rubbing her nipples, and the other between her legs, touching herself. Oh, Jeremy, you are going back home with a fond memory, young man. She touched her wetness, imagining it was the young man, and imagined telling Walt how it felt. Won't he be surprised when we talk tonight, thinking we'll masturbate together, and hear my story. 

She got a pitcher of iced tea from the refrigerator, and pulled two glasses from the cabinet, setting them on the high counter, and sitting at the table. Her nervous excitement raged through her -- what if he spurned her advances? She wanted him, needed him, needed his dick, needed to get fucked. But she wouldn't take him against his will; that would just be wrong. No, he had to want it. Glancing nervously around the room, she stood, changing her seat to one of the high stool at the breakfast counter, moving the iced tea to the table, then sitting sideways on the stool, facing the table. She wanted him to sit, to have a good look at her. Satisfied that he's be able to see her, she returned to the window to see where he was, and was startled when he knocked gently on the sliding door. 

She opened it, feeling the blast of warm humid air as he entered, and guided him to the seat at the table. "Done already; you work quickly," she said. She poured his iced tea first, then her own, standing next to him, slightly behind him, looking down at the sheen of perspiration coating his shoulders, seeing where his tank top stuck to his back. 

"Thanks very much, Miss, uh," he said.

"Mrs., but call me Rhonda,"

"Well all right, thanks Ronda," he smiled and took a long sip. Rhonda moved away, slipping to the high stool with her glass and perched herself facing him. He put the glass down and exhaled.

"Wow, that's good," he said, "Refreshing. He turned to face her, turning his chair. 

"I'm glad you like it," she said, and allowed her legs to open slightly. "You looked hot out there."

"Well, there's worse things than working outdoors on a hot day," he commented, and looked up. "But this really takes the edge off." He lifted his glass and drained the rest. When he put his glass down, he looked at her again. She'd opened her legs more, feeling the cool air entering the loose leg of her shorts. She was pretty sure he'd be able to see up her leg to get a peek at her pussy. She watched his eyes, and they momentarily opened wide, and diverted immediately, telling her she was right.

"Uh, can I, uhm, have another," he asked nervously.

"Later," she told him, standing and approaching him. You'll need another to cool off after we're done, she thought, because you're going to get heated again. "But first, Jeremy, I need you to take my edge off." She put her glass on the table by his. She put a hand on his strong shoulder, feeling him flinch, and he looked up at her, nervously. Not stupid, this boy, he knows what I want.

"But Mrs., uh, Rhonda, I-" he started, "you're married."

"Yes, but my husband and I have an understanding, Jeremy. He's away right now, and I'm alone, and you've been alone away from home for a while." She pushed her shoulders back slightly, thrusting her breasts forward, pointing her hard nipples at his face. "I think we can help each other out." Her hand rubbed firmly across his shoulders. "Do you think you can help me?"

His face left hers, looked at her hard nipples poking through her tee shirt, then moving quickly to glance at the crotch of her shorts, back to her eyes, her nipples, and her eyes. His face flashed from nervous, to interested, back to nervous, then eager. He looked at her and smiled a little hesitantly. One of his hands slipped from his side to creep around behind her, caressing across her ass, rubbing her through her shorts. "I'd definitely like to help you out," he told her.




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 07



"Perfect," she told him. Her free hand went to her shorts, pulling the loose leg to the side, exposing her shaved pussy lips, almost level with his face as she stood next to him. "Why don't you take a sip of this," she said in a bold, throaty whisper, "and refresh us both?" The hand on his shoulder moved to his head, and guided him gently to her. He moved easily, his eyes riveted on her hairless sex, wide with excitement, and she felt his breath on her lips just before his tongue made contact. She heaved a deep breath as she felt his tongue brush her lips, licking lightly, and then parting her lips. She felt her wetness greet him as he licked and made a yummy sound between her legs, one hand still resting on her ass cheek. 

Looking down she saw her hand, wrapped tightly in the slightly longish sandy hair, his eyes closed, his lower face obscured by her pubic mound. The sight stirred her, making her pussy tingle even as she felt his tongue delving into her, licking up her slit, approaching, but not directly stimulating her clit. There's a picture I'd like to send Walt, she thought. She humped her hips forward, trying unsuccessfully to make contact between her clit and his tongue, but he was back at her lips again, licking and sucking at her juices.

"Oh, Jeremy, that's nice, baby, you make my pussy feel so good." She pulled her hips back suddenly, holding his head still with her hands, and quickly pushed her shorts down, letting them fall at her feet. She heard him gasp. 

She shook one foot out and placed it up on a chair, spreading herself for him and pulling his head back to her. His hands went slowly to her hips.

"Oh my- holy shit, Mrs. Uh, Rhonda, I never, uh,"

"Never seen a woman shaved before?"

"No, never, pictures, yeah, but not-" He looked up at her. "Before, when you were sitting, I thought I imagined it." He looked back at her puffy, exposed lips. His hands slipped back behind her, fondling her ass. "It's incredible. So incredible."

"Why don't you get a closer look," she said, guiding his head with her hand, pulling him between her legs, now open for his tongue. She angled her hips forward as his face approached, and she sighed with pleasure as his mouth touched her wet lips. With better access he was able to get lower, and his tongue snaked its way between her lips, slipping into her opening, dancing at the edges.

"Oh, yeah, baby, get that tongue inside me; that feels so good. You like my shaved pussy, baby? See how wet my pussy is for you?" He pulled back and looked up at her, eyes wide with shock. She smiled at his reaction. "That's cute," she said. She took her foot off the chair and stepped between his legs, taking his face between her hands and looking down at him. "You never heard those words before?" 

"Not from a woman."

"Well, let me warn you that you may hear worse than that. I hope I didn't scare you."

He grinned at her. "It's kinda nasty. But I liked it." He craned his neck up, and she leaned down, kissing him lightly, her lips brushing his, smelling her arousal on his lips, then parting hers, feeling his tongue tentatively brush hers, and she licked around his lips and tasted herself before slipping her tongue into his eager mouth. They kissed, and she felt his hands at her hips, then slipping up under her shirt to fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples, and she moaned her approval into his mouth. She pulled back and looked at him.

"You kiss nice, Jeremy," and lowered her voice to an exaggerated seductive whisper, teasing, "and your lips taste like pussy." She gave him an evil grin, and he grinned back.

"I've never met anyone like you," he told her.

"You never met a married woman?"

"Not one like you," he said, "You're pretty, and sexy," he added, politely, avoiding the obvious, and she finished his sentence.

"And I talk dirty, and I shave my pussy?"

He grinned broadly. "Yeah, all that."

She kissed his lips lightly, his hands still at her breasts, his on his shoulders. "Well, then," she told him, "you should also know that you are going to fuck this dirty talking married woman, after she sucks your cock." She felt his fingers grip her nipples, squeezing them hard, and the stimulation ran though her chest to her pussy as she leaned down to kiss him again; a wet sloppy sex kiss this time, mouths open, tongues dueling and dancing, grunting and breathing into each other's mouths like animals. Her hands ran across his shoulders, down his back, feeling the strong, youthful muscles flexing as they kissed.

She pulled up. "Come on, Jeremy, let's go in the den." She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen, slipping her other foot from her shorts, and walking bottomless to the den. She walked in front of him, and felt his free hand fondling her butt as she walked. 

Entering the den she dropped his hand, and as she moved to the couch she stripped her tee shirt over her head, discarding it. She turned, excited to be standing naked in front of this fine young man. He mimicked her, peeling his sweat-damped tank top over his head, revealing a tanned muscular and almost hairless chest. She stepped into him, feeling his hands cupping her breasts again as she closed in, lifting her head to kiss him, her hands under his arms, fingers dancing down his spine, felling his muscles, then stroking his sides, and to the front, molesting his chest. As she pulled her face back his fingers found her ass, pulling her hips into his, and she felt his hardness pressing into her mound. She groaned her satisfaction, then kissed down his neck to his chest, and flicked her tongue across his nipple. When she took it into her mouth and sucked, it was his turn to groan. 

She sucked harder, biting a little, hearing him respond, and switched to the other nipple, doing the same. She felt his hands on the back of her head, holding her face to his chest as she worked his nipples, tasting the salty sweat, feeling his muscles clench and writhe beneath her mouth. She pulled off, and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, backing up to the couch and sitting as he stood, facing her. She looked up at him devilishly, and rubbed the hard lump in the front of his pants. 

"M-mm, nice," she said, "all for me?" Still looking up, and holding his eyes she undid the button and pulled the zipper down, slipping her hand down into his boxer briefs, grasping his hardness. She felt the heat in her fingers, the pulse in his shaft, squeezing to feel the thin skin slip across his hard meat. "Oh, yeah, that's what I want," she told him. She began pulling down his shorts and briefs with her free hand, and he helped, pushing them down his hips and stepping out of them, slipping his sandals off at the same time. She dropped her eyes, her face even with his crotch, and gazed longingly at his beautiful hard shaft, his bulbous head. His was fully hard, curved slightly up and the shaft was fat in the middle, though not much bigger than Walt. She thought of her husband, and wondered if he'd like to see a picture of this as she opened her mouth and took the head inside. 

Sitting naked on the sofa, she spread her legs to lean in, exposing her wet pussy, feeling her wetness slip out and down her crack. She licked his shaft up and down both sides, wetting it with her saliva, then took it back into her mouth, sucking on it, swirling her tongue around the head, then pushing her head down on his shaft, forcing the end of his cock into the back of her throat, almost gagging, then looking up at him with her mouth filled. He was staring down at her. And she could see the reaction in his expression. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, stroking him with her mouth and hand, then pulled off and moved him to the couch, directing his legs up so he was prone as she slipped off. She kneeled up on the couch next to him and threw a leg over his face as she returned her mouth to his cock. As she took him in she felt his fingers spreading her lips and his tongue slipping inside her wet hole. 

She groaned loudly around his shaft, and he replied with a moan of his own, the vibrations rippling through her. They stayed in a sixty-nine for a few minutes, Rhonda enjoying the taste of his cock as her lips and clit were licked with abandon. But he was young, and wasn't as good and experienced at licking pussy as Walt was, and after a little while she pulled off his dick and got off his face, scooting down his body until her pussy was poised at his cock, her back to him. She felt his hands on her ass as she raised up and aimed his spongy head at her waiting hole. Holding herself up, she rubbed the head through her lips, getting the head wet in her juices, and then rubbed it on her clit. She looked back over her shoulder at him. 

"You want that pussy, Jeremy?" The dirty talk with Walt was fun, but knowing that this young man had never heard it before made her push the boundaries as the filthy thoughts spilled out of her. "You want to watch your cock sliding into my horny married cunt?" She poised him at her opening, and slid down a few inches, taking about half of the shaft inside her. She groaned and her head fell down between her arms, looking between her legs as her lips spread wide, taking the fat part of his shaft into her. She moved up and down slightly, wetting his shaft with her juices, watching her pussy pulled in and out by the throbbing invader, and then dropped her full weight down, taking him all the way inside. She let out a yell as he filled her, stretching her walls slightly, and hearing him grunt.

"Oh, that's so good, damn, I needed that," she called to the room. She pressed herself fully down on him, leaning forward until his balls pressed against her clit, then shuffled her hips forward and back, feeling his cock bumping her walls inside. She groaned loudly again. "Oh, damn, that cock feels so good in me!" She raised up, still leaning forward, feeling her pussy pull his cock tightly against her back wall, stretching her. She lifted till it almost popped out, looking between her legs to see his wet shaft glistening beneath her, seeing his balls clench, raising and lowering, then settled herself back own, taking him back in. She lifted her head, shifted back a little, and began bouncing on his cock.

"Holy shit, Rhonda, fuck, that's so nice," she heard him say, and felt his hands on her ass, caressing and squeezing the flesh. A finger touched her asshole, and she bounced harder, feeling her orgasm suddenly approaching, without warning. She fucked him harder, encouraging her climax, and when she felt his finger push inside her she screamed, cumming on his cock, her legs frozen, her penetrated butt resting on his belly. She trembled and shook as her orgasm took her, wracking her body as she gasped and yipped her delight. 

As she came down she shifted forward, allowing his cock to slip out, and she stood up, pulling him off the couch, she wondered again if one day she might let Walt put his cock in her ass, remembering his thumb, and now Jeremy's finger. Jeremy stood at her urging, and she plopped on her back on the couch, her ass hanging off the seat, one leg on the floor. She slipped the other up the back of the couch, spreading herself lewdly for this young man who had just delivered her wonderful orgasm. 

"Fuck me, baby," she said, beckoning him, "I want your cock back inside me." Jeremy looked down at her, grinning, but before going between her legs he went to her head, and brought his dick to her mouth. Unbidden, she opened, and took him inside, sucking her juices off his shaft.

"You like that, Rhonda? You like tasting that?"

She nodded her head in agreement, smiling around his shaft, and looking at him. 

"Yeah, suck my dick, Rhonda, get it nice and wet for your pussy." She moaned at the thought, needed her pussy filled, eager to feel his cock sliding into her, filling her horny cunt. She sucked vigorously, slopping his shaft with her saliva, then pulling off with a wet pop.

"Fuck me, Jeremy, fuck me good, baby," she panted, laying back, spreading her legs for him. Her hands went to her crotch and she pulled her lips wide as he settled between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her hole, spreading her wetness, and then slipped the head inside. 

"O-ooh, that's good, shove it in me, baby, take me, take my married cunt, fuck it good!" She pulled her hands away and grabbed his hips, pulling him into her, but he resisted, allowing himself to slide about halfway in before pausing, holding himself still against her pulling hands. He pulled back, leaving just the head inside her. "Oh, come on, baby, don't tease me," she pleaded light-heartedly, "Give it to me, fuck me!"

He slammed into her, grunting, driving her breath out with a gasp, and she moaned as she was filled. He settled in, as deep as he could go, pressed hard against her labia, and ground himself against her, before pulling back and taking several long, full strokes. 

"M-mm, that's nice, Rhonda," he murmured, "that feels so good."

"Fuck, yeah, it feels good, baby, it's delicious. Your cock feels so good in me." She angled her hips, taking him deeper. "That's it," she cooed as he took several short, hard, half strokes, "Fuck me good, baby, fuck me hard, my cunt wants your cock so bad."

"Damn, Rhonda," he said, grinning down at her, "you've got a filthy mouth."

"Oh, I can't help it, I'm so fucking horny," she gasped. "I need you." She humped up at him, encouraging him to fuck her harder, and his dick filled her, quelling her need. She felt him sliding against her walls, the fat bulge in his shaft stretching her, rubbing deliriously against her, his balls slapping against her ass. "I need you to fuck me hard, pound me with your cock, fucking crush my pussy." He maintained his even pace, but drove into her harder, smashing the base of his cock against her, and she felt her pussy react, clenching him in excitement, feeling the waves of pleasure course through her.

"Fuck, yeah," he said, picking up his pace a little, his excitement growing. "Fuck, yeah. Fuck yeah."

"Yeah, that's it baby, pound my cunt good, slam my married slut pussy hard!" Her hands moved to his shoulders, feeling the muscles working, seeing the tension begin in his chest. "Yeah, fuck me, baby, fuck me good." She felt her second climax approaching as his pubic mound repeatedly smashed her hard clit. "Fuck, here it comes baby, you're gonna make me cum on your cock, yeah, baby, make me cum for you."

He grabbed her legs, pulling them up against his chest, then reached around them to seize her nipples. Her ass was hanging off the end of the couch now, dangling from his thrusting cock, fully impaled, over and over. His fingers squeezed her nipples, pulling them up and away, and the torturous stimulation went through her, straight to her cunt, making her juices flow out down her ass crack, hastening her orgasm. She cried out in pain and intense pleasure.

"Oh! Fuck! That's so fucking good, fuck me! Use me! Fucking cum in my cunt!" He was slamming her uncontrollably now, fucking her for his pleasure, and she fucked him back, pulling her pussy up to him, meeting his thrusts, grunting as her orgasm built, and held, and built more. "I'm gonna cum," she hissed, "fuck, I'm gonna cum on your cock, fucking make me cum, oh, fuck I'm gonna cum, fuck, fuck FUCK!" She bellowed as her orgasm took her, the waves starting from deep inside, rocking her, making her legs flail against his shoulders as she rode the wave of her climax. Still he fucked, urgently now, and his face tightened and grimaced as her orgasm slipped back a little and then he grunted, pushing himself deep into her. She felt the heat explode within her as he came, soaking her insides with his youthful bounty, and her orgasm returned, and she came again as he filled her. 

He jerked short, hard thrusts as he came, and her pussy look his hot load, filling with his volcanic eruption, and then he was sliding out, almost leaving her, and his pace slowed and he took several luxurious wet strokes in and out, coating her walls with his slick, hot seed. Her orgasm had receded, leaving her with the feeling of his heat inside her, his wet heat boiling inside her, and a wave of euphoric satisfaction took her. Her legs relaxed and settled down to the floor. She sighed as he slipped his softening member from her, and she felt his hot goo follow, sliding down her ass crack. Oh, the wonderful feeling of being filled with cum, she thought, there was nothing, nothing that could compare. 

He stood then, his cock still half-jutting from him, slick and shiny and wet, and she wondered briefly about the resilience of youth and their ability to recover. But his face took on a nervous expression, and he suddenly wouldn't meet her eyes, glancing anxiously around for his clothes. She watched him, prone and amused, as he picked up his briefs and shorts and slipped them on. He looked embarrassed to be naked in front of her, and she smiled. 

"That was wonderful, Jeremy," she said to him, "YOU were wonderful." She grinned at his discomfort as he pulled his shirt on. 

"I- I really have to go," he managed, finally meeting her eyes. 

"Well," she said good-naturedly," I guess you do." She laughed a little, and he looked at her and smiled with her. 

"I've been here too long," he explained, "They'll wonder why it took so long."

"It's okay, baby, go if you have to, I understand. Did you want another iced tea before you go?"

"No, no thanks, really, I have to go."

"Well, then," she said, sitting up, "Thanks for the fabulous fuck, and come over here and kiss me before you go," she told him, holding her arms out. He stepped to her tentatively, and she pulled him to her, making him bend, and kissed him lightly on the lips, her tongue delicately probing his mouth. She let out a satisfied groan as they parted. "M-mm, you kiss good, too. You can find your way out?"

"Yes, I- yes, sure. I-" he hesitated. "Thanks Rhonda. It was great, it really was. You are so sexy." He grinned. "even with that dirty mouth!"

"Go," she waved at him, "get out of here, before I change my mind." She watched him leave, sitting, still naked on the couch. When she heard the door close, she thought she'd better get cleaned up before she dripped on the carpet, and looked down to see it was already too late. She giggled. She'd have to clean that up before it dried. She got up from the couch, and thought of her call tonight with Walt, excited to be able to tell him her story. She remembered his request for a picture, and she went to her bedroom quickly, cum dripping down her thighs. 

Grabbing her cell phone, she went to the full length mirror, squatting down in front of it. She looked at her smooth sex, now all shiny and slick, oozing cum. She resisted touching herself, at least for now. She reversed the camera to aim it at herself, and centered the LED screen on her open pussy, swollen and leaking Jeremy's cum. She snapped several pictures, then grabbed a towel before sitting at the vanity. She held the towel between her legs as the scrolled through the pictures. Picking the one she liked the best, she sent it to Walt's cell. It was way early, she knew; he might be in a business meeting. But there was no teasing better than spontaneous teasing, and he could start with this little appetizer.

HERES UR PIC, U READY FOR PHONE SEX? I HAVE A STORY 4 U XOXO R

This was so much better than hiding it from each other!



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 08



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction and contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If this isn't for you, please move on. Comments are welcome, but try to control the name-calling and moral judgments. 

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"Walt, you're going tonight, right?"

Walt turned from his monitor and looked to see his boss, Todd, leaning his head in the open door. He glanced at the clock: almost three fifteen. He hoped this wouldn't take long; if he didn't get busy, fast, he'd never get his end-of-month reports finished by quitting time.

"Going where, Todd?"

Todd stepped inside, glancing nervously around as though he thought he was being followed. He pulled the door softly closed behind him. "Not you, too, Walt, come on. It's Frank's retirement party tonight, you have to go."

Walt's heart sank, and it showed on his face. "Oh, no," Todd told him, "you have to go."

"Todd, I'm still finishing my EOM reports, come on, give me a break, as it is I'm going to get home late. I've been so busy, and with the trip to the coast..."

"Walt, you can't bail on me. Jeff and Art already bailed, with some bullshit stories about kids, and graduation parties. You have to go."

Walt motioned at the pile of paper on his desk. "Todd, I got all this to do, and really," he lowered his voice, "you know I really don't like him."

"He's retiring Walt," Todd bargained, matching Walt's lower tones. "You can celebrate. He doesn't have to know that you're glad he's gone." Frank was an old school guy, who hadn't moved with the times. He still treated customers and clients like they were the enemy, had no problem cheating them, and trashed the company's business relationships like refuse underfoot. Too many times Walt had been asked to go smooth things out with one of Frank's accounts. "Go, have a drink and some food, toast him retiring, and on Monday he'll be gone.

"I don't know..."

"I'll tell you what, you go tonight, and I'll give you till Monday evening to turn in your EOM's." Walt looked at him, thinking. He had most of his calendar cleared for Monday; if he knocked out most of the report tonight, he could go to the party, and finish Monday morning, and have time for a another project he was working on that had fallen by the wayside. He considered.

"Please, Walt; don't make me beg."

Walt raised his hand. "Stop. Fine, I can't stand to see you pleading. Fine, I'll go."

"Thanks, man, I knew I could count on you." He grinned, and let himself out. As soon as he was gone, his head was back in the doorway. "Six-thirty, don't be late."

Walt grunted and didn't look up. As he keyed in the figures from his sheets, he thought of what a shitty time he was going to have tonight. Most of the people he actually liked weren't going. The party would be mostly Frank's group, who didn't like him but had to go, and all the part time and admin staff who never missed a free meal and open bar. He'd been looking forward to getting home only a little late, and hanging with Ronnie. After all, it was Friday night, and that meant sex, to kick off the weekend. Within minutes he regretted allowing himself to be bought off so easily. Frank was such a throwback, he didn't even deserve a party. He deserved to be kicked out on his ass. 

Still, he thought, that was one of the reasons he enjoyed working here. Even a shit like Frank Collins could keep his job. So if you took careful chances, you didn't have to be worried sick that if something went wrong they would toss you to the curb. He finished the sheet he was working on and flipped to the next one in the pile. 

The Bradelman account. He lifted the paper and looked at it. Things were really going well there. He could finish this year ten percent ahead if this played out, and he had Bradelman's wife, Gloria, to thank for it. The guy was a complete ass, but his wife was sharp as a tack, and she had steered him in the right direction, behind her husband's back. And that was after deep-throating his cock, and fucking her up against the wall. He allowed himself to drift into his memory, recalling that afternoon on the coast, her shaved pussy, her frank manner, her elegance and style. He felt his briefs getting tighter, and looked down to see his pants tenting. Fuck, that woman was hot. Not for the first time he recalled that she had hinted that she'd let him fuck her in the ass next time. As it always did, that image brought his erection to full staff. 

He looked at the page. All he wanted to do was get finished, get home, and fuck Rhonda till she was blind. But no, he thought, you agreed to go to Frank's party. I'll be hanging out with a bunch of people you either don't know or don't like, he thought bitterly, pretending to be friendly and having fun, at a party for a guy you can't stand, instead of laying the wood to my wife. Of course, thinking of Rhonda fucking brought memories of his last trip, and Rhonda sending that picture of her dripping pussy, and telling him the details of fucking the pool boy over the phone while he jerked off. Damn, that was hot! He had saved the picture of her shaved creampie in his phone, but resisted the temptation to view it in his office; his dick was hard enough already. 

For weeks they had skated around their agreement after Julie's party, until the night at the restaurant, when the entire agreement had resurfaced in its entirety, as though they had picked up right where they had left off. As he recalled Mrs. B's promise of anal sex, he now included a delightful memory of pressing his thumb inside Rhonda's ass that night, as he pretended to be another man fucking her. She'd had a delirious orgasm, and he had filled her pussy, feeling her anal muscles pulsing and squeezing his thumb. He wondered if she might one day allow him to slip his cock up her back door.

Shaking his head, he realized that he was still holding the paper up, not seeing it, seeing instead a mix of images inside his brain, and his other hand was in his lap, adjusting his erection inside his pants. Setting aside his fantasies, he returned to his work, allowing his reluctant boner to subside, and resigning himself to pretend he was having a good time. He keyed the data, then flipped the page to the 'done' pile. He reached for his cell, and texted Rhonda. 

SORRY. LAST MINUTE CHANGE, SHITHEAD FRANK RETIREMENT PARTY AFTR WRK, BE HOME LATE. LUV U W

He started keying the next report, and was almost done when his phone buzzed.

2 BAD. ILL WAIT UP? NEED SOME COCK 2NITE! XOXO R

He grinned. God, he loved her!

ILL TRY 2 LV ERLY. WILL LT U KNOW WHEN I LEAVE. I MISS YOUR WET PUSSY! :p

He had barely started when her response came.

MIGHT START WITHOUT U. FINGERS AT MY LIPS, NICE! C U L8TR!

He keyed the report absent-mindedly, thinking of his wife fingering herself, bringing herself to orgasm, imagining her shoving several fingers into her wet cunt, his erection returning. 

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and he finished most of the report, leaving maybe an hour's work for Monday. It was quarter to six when he stopped, and turned his computer off for the weekend, and grabbed his jacket. As he exited his office he realized most folks had left already; only a couple of account managers were still there. All the clerical staff departed promptly at five on Fridays. He made his way to the vacated parking lot and drove to the restaurant where the party was being held, bracing himself for a crappy night until he got home to Rhonda.

Two hours later he found himself leaning at the bar, avoiding Frank and his friends, surrounded by the Admin staff from Frank's division, who were liberally enjoying the open bar. He knew most of the younger women casually, and they introduced the ones he didn't know, including a slightly older woman, Linda, who was maybe in her mid-thirties. The girls laughingly toasted Frank's departure repeatedly, and he realized that they had no fondness for him either. Linda seemed to separate herself from the younger ones, perched on her stool a few seats down from him, sipping a white wine where the rest of the twenty-somethings were drinking mixed drinks. He surreptitiously looked her over, seeing she was pretty well put together, and he caught himself stealing glances her way with increased frequency. A couple of times he thought he saw her looking at him the same way. A couple of the girls moved from the bar to go dancing, leaving him a clear line of sight to Linda, and he took a longer look at her, seeing her full figure, and his eyes travelled down from her face, taking in the details of her body; her full breasts not overly large, encased behind a buttoned shirt, her slim waist, and her long legs crossed at the knee, dressed in grey pants. Her dangling foot sported a heeled sandal, toenails painted. When he raised his eyes back to her face he saw her looking at him; caught, and she grinned a little at his embarrassment. She picked up her mostly empty glass and swung her legs out and stood, taking the few steps to him, and standing at his side at the bar. 

"It's Walt, right?"

He confirmed, and looked at her face. She didn't seem upset. "Yes. Linda?"

"Uh-huh. So Walt, were you just checking me out?"

"Actually," he said, emboldened by her frank question, "yes, I was." He smiled at her. "And let me say for the record that I'm not sorry; you look pretty good."

"Well, thanks," she replied, leaning an elbow on the bar. "It's hard to keep up with the young ones."

He stole a glance at her chest, seeing her blouse open slightly, revealing a hint of white lace where the fabric pulled the buttons tight. It was a brief, but very interesting. "You needn't worry," he told her, "they've got nothing on you." She smiled at him with a hint of satisfaction. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"It's an open bar," she laughed.

"Yep, you're a cheap date," he chided, and motioned to the bartender, who took her glass.

"Oh, so this is a date? So sudden!"

"It can be," he grinned, going with her banter and enjoying it.

She looked down at his hand, motioning with her chin, a suspicious look in her eyes. "You're married."

He followed her eyes, and took his hand off his glass to flash his wedding band. "Yep. Happily." He looked at her, and smiled again. "In fact, very happily. You?" He glanced at her hand.

"Divorced. Four years now." She smile broadly, showing straight, white teeth. Her mouth was wide for her face, but her lips were full and sensuous, and her smile lit her face. "And," she added, clinking her refilled glass to his, "happily." He smiled back, and they toasted each other. "But I guess that means the date's over," she joked.

"It doesn't have to be," he hinted.

"Oh, please," she rolled her eyes, "you married men, you think you can do whatever you want." She turned to him, serious. "That's how I got divorced, you know. The asshole thought he could do whatever he wanted." She smirked. "You seem like a nice guy, and under other circumstances I might entertain the idea," she said, "but I won't be the reason someone else's marriage breaks up." She looked down at her glass, and her eyes went to the finger where her ring would have been. She looked up at him wistfully. "I was on the receiving end of that. I won't ever be the cause."

"Fair enough, Linda," he said, "but you wouldn't, believe me." He put his glass down and turned to her. "I said I was very happily married. Part of what makes our marriage so happy is our arrangement."

She rolled her eyes again. "Oh, here it comes," she moaned.

"You don't believe me?"

"Believe you? Are you kidding?" She put her glass down and took her arm off the bar, standing erect, a hand on her hip. "Do you know how many married men tell me that they have an arrangement?"

"No idea," he said, a little flustered. He saw his chances slipping, but wasn't ready to give in yet.

"All of them," she said, turning back to the bar, leaning on both elbows. "Since I re-entered the dating scene, I've met so many married men who ALL say that their wives understand, that they have an arrangement." She looked at him, a little hostility in her eyes. "They are so full of shit. What they really mean is that as long as she doesn't find out, it's okay for them to fuck around, provided their wife doesn't ever try it." She had an intent look as she turned to him, and he wondered if she really wanted to believe him. "They are such bullshitters." She shook her head. "They couldn't handle it if their wife did what they do, but they think it's all right for them to shove their thing in any available woman." She looked at him. "And they think that a divorced woman is always available." Her lips turned up at one side in a sarcastic grin. 

He looked at her, and his mouth slowly spread to an amused grin. "So," he said slowly, "you don't believe me?"

"No, Walt," she replied sarcastically, "I don't."

"I can prove it." He reached for his belt, pulling his cell from the holster, explaining. "My wife and I recently discovered that we each enjoy the other having sex with other people," he began, lowering his voice, and leaning into her ear. "We each had dalliances, separately, until we discovered each other," he confessed. "When we discussed it, we found that we were both very excited at the idea." He sat back a little. "So we decided that as long as we're honest with each other, we would continue."

She turned to face him, her expression doubtful. "Yeah, right. I guess I'll just buy that story, Walt." She sipped, and looked at him from the corner of her eye. "Sorry, but I'm not convinced."

"I can prove it," he said, holding his phone out. "Last weekend I was away, and my wife did the poolboy." She turned, her eyebrows raised. "Seriously. We had planned to call that night, and tease each other on the phone-"

"Phone sex? Really?" She grinned. "Okay, that's cool."

"But instead of talking dirty and getting each other aroused, she told me about her adventure with this young man."

"No way. She told you about it?" Walt nodded. "And you're all right with that?" Suddenly she seemed interested, and Walt's predictions for success rose considerably.

"Better than all right. Look," he said, scrolling his messages. "Here's the text she sent." He showed her the phone.

HERES UR PIC, U READY FOR PHONE SEX? I HAVE A STORY 4 U XOXO R

"That could mean anything," she scoffed, but remained interested. "What's with the picture?"

"I'd asked her to send me something sexy for our phone sex. She sent something a little more, ah, explicit."

"Really? Let me see."

"No, I don't think so. It's kind of nasty. Hot, but nasty."

"Really?" She was fully interested now, it seemed. She'd finished her wine. Maybe that had something to do with it. "I want to see." Walt shook his head, remaining firm. "If you don't show it," she said, teasingly, "it means you're full of shit, like every other guy." She motioned to the bartender for a refill. Walt watched as he poured, deciding. Linda sipped, and turned to him. "Well? What the deal? Do I get to see this supposedly 'nasty' picture?"

Walt heaved a sigh. "If I show you, you have to promise not to freak out," he told her. 

"Why would I freak out? What, I've never seen a sexy picture before?" She sipped. "Women watch porn too, you know."

"Well this is..." he began, then shook his head. "Never mind. You want to see, you can see." He moved to open the picture, and then held the phone against his chest. "But remember, no screaming or freaking out. I warned you." He grinned and she nodded, waiting expectantly, leaning into him slightly so they could both see. He was aware of her shoulder pressing against his, amazed at how something so mundane could feel so exciting. "Here you go." He turned the phone.

Her eyes widened, and her draw dropped. She turned to him, then back to the phone. "OH MY-" she started screeching, grinning wildly. 

"S-Sh, hey," he said pulling the phone away, but she reached for it. Walt looked around to see if her outburst had drawn attention, but no one was looking their way.

"Oh, my God," she blurted in a hoarse whisper, "That's your wife?" She pulled the phone closer, examining it, then turning to him, her eyes wider, amazement and shock on her face. "Oh, my -- is that what I think -- is that semen?" Her smile had taken on a conspiratorial slant, and her eyes narrowed. "She took this of herself after..."

"Right after, apparently," he finished, and pulled the phone from her and put it away. "Then that night, she gave me the full story." He grinned. "It was pretty hot!"

"Wow," she said admiringly, "you guys really do have an arrangement!" She sidled up next to him, pressing more of her body to his. "So tell me, Mr. Walt With An Arrangement," she said, leaning into his ear. "If we finish this 'date' together, will you tell her about it?"

He turned his head to face her. "Linda," he grinned, "I can hardly wait!" She grinned back, and her hand snaked under his arm, pulling his shoulder into her breast. "As a matter of fact," he said, reaching for his phone again, "I should tell her I'll be home a little late." 

"You're going to call her?"

"Nope." He opened the phone to a text message, and keyed, then showed it to her before he sent it.

HOME A LITL LATER THAN EXPECTED. MET A LADY. GETTING SOME. HOME SOON WITH STORY! XOXO W

He pressed send as she watched, amazed. Before she could question or comment, there was a reply. He read it, and showed her. 

U DEVIL! GIVE IT 2 HER GOOD. WILL WAIT UP FOR THE DETAILS! LUV R

"Satisfied?" he asked.

She put her drink down and scooped up her purse. "Not yet," she said, leaning into his ear, "but I think I will be soon!" She held his upper arm. "You drive. My place." She smiled softly, her eyes half lidded and wet. "Let's go make a good story for you to tell."

*

Several hours later Walt was letting himself into the house; it was after midnight. He had no idea if Rhonda was still awake, so while he didn't sneak in silently, he didn't call out to her, either. He quickly determined she wasn't in the den, or anywhere else on the ground floor, and made his way upstairs, assuming she'd gotten tired and gone to bed. As he turned down the hallway to their bedroom, though, he saw the flickering blue glow of the television. Suddenly recharged with hope he called her name as he approached the door, and walked in to see her sitting up in bed, a huge pile of pillows behind her. Soft grunts and groans came from the screen, and he turned to see it was one of those late night cable films. He turned from the screen to his wife. She grinned at him.

"Well, thank goodness my dirty man found his way home!" she snickered. "I figured you'd be late, so I took a nap when I got home, so I'd be awake." Her shoulders were sunk back in the pillows, and the covers were up over her breasts, just the top of her sleep shirt showing. Her legs tented the covers in front of her. He looked at the TV. 

"What are you watching?"

"One of those awful cable sex movies," she said. "Could you turn it off? I just needed to keep myself busy until you came home." He walked to the side of the bed, taking the remote from the nightstand, and flicking off the set, wondering why she didn't just reach out and do it herself. "Thanks, honey," she told him, looking intently into his eyes, lips smiling slightly at the corners. "I started without you," she said. He looked down, seeing her shoulders hunch and flex, her arms beneath the covers. She saw him looking, and gave a sly smile. He smiled back suspiciously, then slowly pulled the covers down. Her sleep shirt was pulled up to her waist, and two fingers of one hand were inside her pussy while the other hand rubbed slowly across her clit. 

"Tell me about your date, Walt," she cooed, trying to sound coy and sexy. "Tell me about what you did to her. I've been thinking about it for so long, wanting to hear your story. Was it good? Did you have fun?"




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 08



"Did I have fun?" he asked, with pretend astonishment. He pulled down his zipper and opened his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He had no underwear on. Stepping to the bed, her put a hand on her head, and pulled her down to his cock. Surprised, she initially resisted, then opened and took his flaccid meat into her mouth. She grunted first, then groaned, and then made the yummy sounds that follow when eating a deliciously prepared dessert. Walt held her head, watching her fingers dig deeper inside her pussy as she lapped and sucked his cock. When he felt himself getting hard he pulled back, his half swollen member slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She looked up at him, her mouth agape.

"You dirty, dirty boy, you taste like sex!" her fingers left her pussy and grabbed for him, pulling him into the bed, and kissing him passionately. She murmured into his mouth as their tongues danced. "You taste like cum," she panted, "you taste like pussy!" They groaned into each other's mouths, and Walt's fingers found their way between her legs, playing where her fingers had recently been. She was dripping wet, and her lips were swollen, and he found her clit and toyed with it. Rhonda pulled away and lay back on the pillows.

"Keep doing that," she said dreamily, and tell me what you did tonight."

Walt sat on the edge of the bed and kicked his shoes and pants off. He turned to face Rhonda's feet, so he could reach between her legs and play with her tits. Rhonda eagerly pulled her sleep shirt over her head and lay naked for her husband as he lightly rubbed her pussy, feeling the slick wetness and heat, but not penetrating her.

"Well, I was at the party, and there was..."

"Oh, dear God, Walt, not from the beginning; I'm too far along for that!" Her hand settled into his lap and toyed with his dick. "Start from where the good parts are."

"Oh, right to the chase, eh? Okay," he replied, grinning. "Well, we left, and went to her apartment, not far from the restaurant. She is divorced, and lives alone." He looked into her eyes. "She's pretty, but not as pretty as you. But there was something in her face, that desire I need to see in a woman, to be attracted to her. Kind of the look I see in you, right now."

"You know I'm attracted to you."

"Yes, but right now your face shows your desire."

"Enough about me," she squirmed, "tell me about her and you, what you did. Did you kiss her?"

"Yes, the first time when we got in my car, when we left the bar. Then again when we got to her place. The second time was a little hotter, more tongue, and some groping. She grabbed my ass and I was feeling up her tits. They were nice and full, not too big. Healthy and nice. Then when we got inside she pulled her jacket off and kicked off her heels, and we kissed more, standing in the living room. By this time we were getting heated, and her tongue let me know we were definitely going for it. I was grabbing her ass, and she was rubbing my cock through my pants."

"Were you hard already?"

"As hard as you have me right now!"

She stroked his cock, full and standing at attention. "M-mm, nice, I bet she liked the way it felt. O-ooh, I'm getting wetter thinking about her fondling your cock!" She looked at him. "Is that bad?" She grinned

He grinned back. "It doesn't sound bad to me," he quipped, slipping a finger inside her leaking pussy. "And it sure doesn't feel bad!" He pulled his finger out and slipped it into his mouth, tasting her, then returned it to her pussy, wetting it again. This time he brought it to her mouth, and she sucked it hungrily as he continued. "I unbuttoned her shirt, and worked my hand into her bra feeling her bare tits, and squeezing her nipple," he said, putting his finger back into her pussy. "But she pulled away from me, and looked into my face and smiled, and dropped to her knees. She opened my pants, and looked straight at me while she pulled them down, with my underwear. My cock popped out and rubbed against her face, and still she held my eyes in hers. She was still smiling as she opened her mouth and sucked the head of my cock." 

"M-mm, sounds juicy," Rhonda hissed. "I'd like to have seen that."

He slipped a second finger into her, fucking her with his hand and she groaned. "She licked up and down the sides, down to my balls, and then came back to the top," he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his wife's lips, touching her with the wet digits. "Then she opened and slipped her head down onto my shaft." He pushed the fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them as though they were a cock. "She started sucking my cock, slowly bobbing her head up and down, getting it nice and wet, and then used her hand on the shaft as she sucked, stroking me into her mouth. Fuck, Rhonda, that woman could suck some cock!" He pulled the fingers from her mouth even as Rhonda tried to hold them there. One hand was on her nipple, playing and pinching as the other stroked Walt's cock slowly. He went back to her pussy, and played with her wet lips. 

"I can taste my cum," she said, "I had two orgasms before you came home."

"And you still want more, you dirty slut?"

"M-mm, lots more," she said. "I want you. I want what you gave her." She sighed as he slipped his fingers up to her clit and rubbed lightly. "Oh, like that, Walt, like that. Did she let you cum in her mouth?"

"No, she sucked me for a little while. I took off the rest of my clothes while she worked my cock and balls with her lovely mouth. I was standing in her living room, naked, getting my dick sucked by a fully dressed woman. You know how I like that."

"I do."

"Then she was licking my balls, and telling me how she liked that I shaved them, that they felt so nice in her mouth. And I felt her hand move around to my ass, and she started playing with my asshole."

"Oh, you like that, too."

"You know it. And she asked if I liked having my ass fingered, and I told her definitely, and she sucked my cock and worked a finger into my butt. She was pumping her mouth on my dick and pumping her finger into my ass. I was in heaven, it was so hot." He slipped two fingers back into Rhonda's steaming hole, pumping her slowly. "Then she pulled off and stood up and kissed me again. She whispered, 'I like that, too.' And then she pulled away and started taking her clothes off." 

"Was she hot?"

"Very hot. Nice tits, like I said, good full ones, with hard, pointy nipples. She didn't take her eyes off me as she undressed. When she opened her pants she went real slow, pulling them down her hips with her panties. She had a neat little triangle above her pussy, but shaved below that. When she had them past her hips she turned around and lowered them to the ground, bending over, showing me her ass." He pulled back, added a third finger into her sopping hole. "It was nice, and firm, and not too big. She called me closer, and stepped out of her pants, and spread her legs a little. She took my hand and sucked my finger, and moved it to her ass. Then she held her cheeks apart for me while I worked my finger into her butt. It was so exciting, I thought I would come right there!" 

"Oh, fuck, she's a nasty girl!" She gasped as Walt's fingers penetrated her. "I can imagine her like that. I would have loved to see her holding her ass open for you!"

He looked at Rhonda. "You still want me to give you what I gave her?"

"Yes, baby. Do it to me."

Walt slipped his fingers out and down her crack, and Rhonda squirmed when he touched the outside of her crinkle, and gasped when he slipped the wet fingertip inside. He slowly pushed it into her, feeling her ass tighten and then loosen, accepting his invading digit. "I fingered her ass like this, Rhonda, it was so tight, so hot, just like yours, so fucking hot, doing something so dirty."

"I need you to fuck me, Walt," she said, "I need your cock now, please. I need it bad." He pulled his finger out and she scrambled to her knees. "Lay down; I want to get on top of you and fuck your hard cock while you finish your story." Walt moved onto the bed and lay on his back, and Rhonda threw a leg over him, settling her pussy onto his cock, sliding it back and forth on the underside, then reached beneath her to lift him up and slip him easily inside her, settling onto him with a groan. "Tell me now, did you fuck her next?"

Walt raised his hips, meeting her slow movements. Her pussy was so wet he could barely feel the walls, and he felt her juices dripping down onto his balls. Second pussy of the night, another first for him, and finishing the night inside his wife was an extra bonus. 

"Oh yeah, Rhonda, I fucked her; I fucked her good." No longer taking his time and teasing, his voice came out urgent and hard. "She stood up, my finger still in her ass, and she reached behind me and took it out, and damned if she didn't bring it up and suck it! That hot bitch sucked my finger straight from her ass!"

"What a dirty slut you picked up!"Rhonda gasped. "Maybe I should meet her, and we could have a threesome!" Walt's ears pricked up at that, and he filed it for later reference. 

"She walked me to a chair, and I thought she was going to sit in it, but she kneeled on it, with her hands on the back, and stuck her ass out and wiggled it at me, and said 'fuck my pussy'. I didn't need to be told twice; I lined up my dick and slammed right inside!"

"Oh, yeah fuck my pussy, Walt, fuck me like you fucked that cunt!" She started bouncing harder now, and grinding her clit down on Walt's pubic bone, grunting.

"I fucking slammed it into her, and she moaned, and I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my cock. Fuck, her pussy was so wet, and she was tight, like she hadn't gotten fucked in a long time. It felt so good fucking my cock into her. I started with long slow strokes, and then gave her a few hard slams, ramming all the way in. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her cunt, and she squealed, and pushed her ass against me, and then I started pounding her hard. I was yelling at her, 'take my cock, take it' and she was yelling 'fuck me, fucking pound me', and then I reached for her ass, and I wet my thumb and pressed it onto her asshole, all the way in! I fucked her ass with my thumb while I fucked her cunt!"

Rhonda stopped, and looked down at him, and he thought she was having second thoughts, that maybe he'd gone too far, but she lifted off him and turned around and slid back onto his cock, her hands on his thighs now, her ass facing him. "Do it to me," she urged, "do it, baby, put that thumb up my ass, like you did her."

Walt looked between his wife's spread cheeks and saw her starfish peeking out at him, beckoning, inviting. He put his thumb into her pussy, with his cock, and coated it with her juices, and then slid it up to her ass. He played there a second before applying pressure, and felt the muscle resist, then give way, and he pushed the whole wet digit inside, slipping past the hard muscle, and feeling the heat inside her.

Rhonda howled, and he fucked up into her as he wriggled his thumb in her ass. He felt the muscle grab him, and her pussy tightened, and she called out her orgasm to the room, screaming as she came on his cock. Her excitement brought him suddenly to the edge, and he felt his balls clench, and his legs tightened and began to jerk wildly as the first blast of his second cum of the night shot into a wet spasming pussy. He grunted, and forced his hips up higher, lifting her as he shot his load inside, feeling the hot lava coating him, cramming his thumb deeper into her ass. 

As his climax subsided his hips relaxed, and he settled back into the bed, his cock softening quickly and slipping out, and he extracted his thumb from Rhonda's butt. He watched the ring slowly close after emptying. He wondered if one day he'd get to fuck her back door, and watch it stay open, dripping cum like her pussy was doing now. Tired and sated, he relaxed as Rhonda turned and climbed up to his side, her head at his shoulder, one leg pulled up over his. He felt her wet pussy on his thigh and her hand on his chest, caressing him. 

She sighed."That was a good story," she said dreamily. 

"I'm glad you liked it. You made it fun to tell," he whispered back. "I hope it was as good as when you told me about the poolboy." He drifted, slipping almost into sleep, hearing her breathing. He thought he heard her voice, and it pulled him back from the edge.

"I want to see it happen." He felt her head move on his chest, and looked down to see her looking up at him.

"Did you say you wanted to see it?"

"Yeah," she replied, raising herself on an elbow to look at him. "Ever since the night of the Joanne's party, when I saw you with her, I've thought about it, about watching you." She paused, her eyes darting between his. "I mean, before, when we were, you know, when we were sneaking, I imagined it, imagined you doing it to another woman." She knelt up over him then, one hand rubbing his chest lightly. Walt could smell her sex, and his own scent on her. "But then seeing it that night, it was so arousing, so exciting. Walt, I think about it a lot, and hearing you tell me this story while you fingered me and fucked me was incredible. I want to watch you," she said, urgently whispering now. "I want to watch a woman suck your sexy dick, and I want to see you fuck her, the way you fuck me, and see you when you cum." 

There was silence in the room as Rhonda's words sank in. "I have to admit," he confessed, "and I know I've told you already, that seeing you blow that guy was pretty hot. Seeing how much fun you were having. So I know how you feel." He paused, and leaned up to face her. "And jerking off on the phone when you described your day with Jerome-"

"Jeremy."

"With Jeremy, was hot. Especially after the picture you sent."

"Do you want to watch me sometime?"

"What, be there in the room?" He laughed lightly. "I don't know. I feel like I'd have to jump in, I think," he added. "Besides, where would you find a guy who would do it with me in the room?"

"I guess I'll have to look around!" she laughed. "Or maybe you could hide in the closet!" They laughed together, and her reached up and pulled her into an embrace. The snuggled together for a few minutes, and then she rolled off him and lay beside him, her hand holding his arm to her side. "Do you think you could bring a woman home? One who wouldn't mind me being there?" She turned to face him. "You don't seem to have a problem picking up women," she said, and he could hear her grin without looking.

"Or getting picked up by them," he added, "which is usually the case." He snickered. "I just had a mental image of YOU hiding in the closet!" They laughed together, softly. 

"See what you can do," she said softly, "and we'll see how it works out."

Walt turned his head and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, Ronnie. You are something else."

"WE are something else," she corrected him. "Now go to sleep."



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 09



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If that's not for you, please move on to another fine story on this site. 

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Rhonda had been shopping for over an hour now, not because she wanted to, or because she was having a great shopping trip, or because she was trying to find the right thing and struggling. No, it was because early in her trip she noticed a man watching her. Thinking he might be security in one store she changed stores, to a dress shop further down the mall, and when she came out of the dressing room she saw the same man, back in the racks, watching her while he pretended to browse. 

Well, she wasn't going to be stalked, not by this guy or anyone else, and if there was a place to confront him, it was in a public area. So she pretended to shop for additional items, glancing at him surreptitiously as she moved around, slipping out of his sight while he had his head down, trying to hide that he was looking at her. From behind a rack she saw him looking where she had been before, and made her move to come up behind him, in a main aisle, with people around. 

As she approached she took a momentary pause, getting a good look in the event she needed to describe him later, seeing the size of him more closely. Six-two, easy, with broad shoulders; if this went badly he could easily overpower her. She stepped quietly closer, and stood behind him, outside his arm's reach, maintaining a safe distance.

"Why are you stalking me?" she asked confrontationally. The man spun to face her, and she took the opportunity to study his face and clothing. Well dressed, striped button shirt and khakis, balding head shaved, clean, strong jaw, thin nose, green eyes. Not bad, for a stalker, she mentally evaluated. 

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry," he stuttered and stumbled, "I didn't mean to -- I wasn't stalking, I swear, I was just, I, uh, please, don't be alarmed." She watched him fumble his apology and stood with her fist planted at her hip, eyeing him doubtfully as shoppers passed by. 

"Not stalking? Really?" she said loud enough to turn heads. 

"Oh, no," he pleaded, glancing around as people heard and stared. He backed away, hands raised, palms open and facing her. "Really, I meant no harm, honest, miss, I really didn't, I can explain." 

To Rhonda, he seemed genuinely contrite, but she wasn't ready to let her guard down. "Okay, then," she said, shifting her pending purchases to her other hand, and looking him in the eye, but getting no closer, figuring that if he was really stalking her, he'd have already moved off, "Explain yourself."

"I, uh-m," he began, glancing around at passing shoppers, "well, I," he dropped his head. "I was shopping for a dress, something nice, and I, well," he paused and swallowed nervously, "well, I really don't know anything about fashion, or dresses, and I thought I could get some tips, watching you. I uh-m," he hesitated, "I thought if I asked, you'd think I was crazy, or, well, stalking you, or something."

"I kinda think that now," she interjected smartly.

"Yes, yes, I understand, please, miss, I meant no harm, really."

It's Mrs., actually," she said, shifting her weight to her other foot, her hips moving. "Why me? Of all the women shopping, why me?"

He hesitated, then smiled sheepishly. "Oh, that, well," he explained. "You seemed like the youngest one with sensible, tasteful fashion sense." His eyebrows rose hopefully with his explanation.

"Nonsense," she countered, "there are plenty of younger girls shopping here, and-"

"Oh, yes, of course," he interrupted, "but they are too young, and are looking at young girls things," he said, taking a step forward, and Rhonda took one backwards, matching him, and holding her hand up. "Okay, sorry," he said, his shoulders slumping. "You see, I'm trying to buy a dress for my daughter; I'm a single dad, and she's young, like the girls shopping, and she can pick those types of clothes on her own," he explained. "But she's turning eighteen, and I wanted to get her a young woman's dress, something with class and style, but not matronly, but I really don't know that much about it," he rambled, "and I saw you, and you seem to be closer to her age, and were looking at more elegant selections-"

"You think I'm eighteen?" she asked, grinning against her will. It was a good story, but he wasn't off the hook yet, though if it was true, she didn't want to make him squirm. At least not a lot.

""Oh, no, not eighteen, no," he stammered, "Older than that, but young still, and fashionable, and with good taste."

"Careful with the older." She smirked, and he smiled at her. A good, healthy, friendly smile. The kind you can't fake. Her hesitance slipped a little.

"Sorry, no, not much older, thirty maybe? But like I said, fashionable; you carry yourself well, confident, well dressed, and you were looking at the type of dresses I imagined for my daughter."

"Your Ex wouldn't help you?"

"No," he said, eyes softening, losing his panic, "no, she died, almost ten years ago." Rhonda felt embarrassment at her assumption, and it must have showed. "No, it's okay; it was a long time ago. My daughter and I, well, we have each other, and that's enough. But like I said, she's turning eighteen, and I wanted to get her something nice, elegant, a Young Woman's Dress." She could hear the capitalization in his words. 

Rhonda looked at him, and assessed his sincerity. She looked at the dresses in her hands. And glanced at her watch. Plenty of time until Walt finished helping his friend move furniture, which was why she was shopping alone in the first place. She'd have much rather spent the day with him, home, or out, just being together and maybe making slow, luxurious love in the afternoon. Instead she was talking to Not A Stalker about his daughter. 

"Seriously, Mrs., uh-m"

"Call me Rhonda."

"Thanks for understanding, Rhonda, really, I'm sorry if I frightened you," he said, taking a tentative step forward, and she didn't retreat this time. "It's Frank, Frank Langdon. I can give you my address if you're still concerned, really, I meant no harm." He sighed. "I just wanted to do something nice for my daughter. She really has no grown female influence, and I wanted to-"

"All right," she cut him off, and looked at him with one eyebrow raised. "I'll tell you what. Let me get these paid for, and we can talk about it. Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Huh? Oh, sure."

"Great, she said, putting her hand out to shake his. "I'll take that address anyway, but let me check out these dresses, and then you can buy me lunch, and we can discuss your daughter's fashion, and see if we can help out a nice Dad. Okay?"

For the next hour and a half they sat and ate and talked, and she got to know a little more about Frank, and his life raising his daughter, and their relationship. With her initial suspicions long faded, she found herself listening to his stories, enjoying his company, and halfway through the meal, switching from compassionate caring tolerance to beginning to like him. The second half of the meal she spoke of Walt, their lives together (leaving out their current penchant for adventurous sex) and then began asking about his daughter, her likes and dislikes, so she could better determine what type of dress to look for. When the meal was done she led him to another store, and she made some selections. 

She was holding up some dresses for him to examine, and was waiting for him to agree or disagree. He looked at her helplessly.

"Rhonda," he explained, "if Walt can do this, then he's a better man than me. My wife used to do this to me, too," he said. "She'd hold up a dress or blouse, and all I can see is a bunch of fabric. I just don't have the woman's eye to see it as it would be, worn."

"Men," she shook her head, laughing, "it's a wonder you can dress yourselves."

"Sorry, I have to see it on."

"Well, you can't surprise her if you bring her shopping and make her try it on."

"Could you try it on?"

"Men," she repeated. "You know I am not built like an eighteen year old girl."

"Oh, no, I know, you're bigger than-"

"Be careful with the bigger, Frank," she warned good-naturedly. "It's like telling a woman she's old!"

He laughed. "No, I mean you're a similar shape and body type, but, well, fuller." She eyed him cautiously, but smiling. "But if you found it in your size, I could get an impression of how it looks and falls."

"Seriously? You want me to model dresses for you?" She pretended irritation, but was secretly enjoying the compliment. "It's not what I had in mind when I said I'd help you."

"Please, Rhonda, I'd really appreciate it, it would be a great help."

She hesitated, but only for effect. She'd already decided, and part of her was looking forward to showing off her figure in nice dresses to an appreciative male eye. "Well," she drew out her answer, "I guess I could."

They set out to find her selections in her size, Rhonda being secretive about what size she was. They found three of the four, and she went to the dressing room while he waited politely outside. Inside she stripped, and slipped on the first one. A nice subdued red (not whorish red) with a hem higher on one side than the other. It was a little snug around the bust. As she dressed she considered Frank, and his easy manner. He wasn't classically handsome or sexy in a Hollywood way, and he was older than her, at least ten years, she thought. And nice counted for a lot. His desire to bring up his daughter the right way, his dedication and love for her, his polite but un-wimpy manner, all added to his attraction. And, she thought, he had an appreciation for her figure, and was about to see her mostly dressed up, in an elegant gown.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and immediately wished she'd worn stockings and heels to do the dress justice. Nonetheless, she liked the way she looked, and stepped back out to the floor. As she came out she saw his eyes widen and look her up and down.

"Wow," he admired, "you look great in that."

"Thanks," she said, feeling a rush at the compliment, "but it's not for me, it's for your daughter, so imagine it on her." She stood on tiptoes. "She'd be in heels, so, more like this." she took a few steps on her toes. 

"It's very nice, it, uh, falls nicely," he said, "But maybe a little too much leg." She saw his eyes looking at her. "But yours look great," he added quickly.

"Good cover, Frank," she laughed, settling back down on her flats, "but thanks anyway."

"Oh, no, I meant that; you have great legs. I just mean it's too much leg for what I was thinking."

"I understand. Let's try the black one." She turned and walked past him back into the dressing rooms, and briefly wondered how her ass looked, and if Frank would notice, and maybe like it.

Inside she stripped off the red dress and began pulling on the black one. As she looked at herself in the mirror, pulling the dress down and smoothing it, she felt a tingle developing inside her, and recognized it as a desire to show herself, to be looked at and appreciated. And for the first time she allowed for the possibility that she might enjoy Frank seeing more of her, maybe ALL of her, later in the day. The thought sent chills through her, and her nipples hardened a little, pushing inside her bra. She checked her look, and with dismay and a little twinge inside, realized that this one was a very formfitting and also exposed a lot more skin. 

Thin spaghetti straps held a top that revealed a good amount of cleavage, and the hem, while straight, was shorter overall than the last, falling only to mid-thigh. A good portion of her bra showed, not just the straps, but the tops of the cups, and a half turn showed the snug fit on her butt revealing her panty lines. The thought of this stranger, this pleasant and polite (and not unattractive) man seeing her underwear was a little titillating. But the dress looked awful this way, and she had a more exciting thought. She slipped the straps down, her fingers trembling suddenly at the excitement of doing something so daring, so naughty. And she unclipped and removed her bra, tossing it on her pile of clothes. She pulled the top back up and checked herself in the mirror. Much nicer, she thought, but the idea of Frank seeing her, and realizing she was now braless enticed her, sparking her imagination. 

She felt a flush of excitement, like dressing for a date, wanting to look good for her man, and she thrilled silently at the idea of showing herself off to a strange set of eyes, in public. She turned to check her butt, and her growing excitement challenged her. Filled with daring and a sense of something else -- exposure? Submission? -- she slipped her hands up her hips, under the hem, and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and wriggled them off, watching her hips moving in the mirror. She saw them appear from under the dress, and felt she was doing a little striptease, and wondered naughtily if she should have done this outside, in front of Frank. The idea frightened and thrilled her, imagining his eyes watching her pull her panties down her thighs. Her pussy tingled and moistened, and she noted a wet spot on the gusset, and made sure she tucked them inside her other clothes.

Another look in the mirror revealed the fabric stretched tight across her smooth, firm ass, and substantial cleavage exposed in the front. It also showed her hardening nipples pushing out, and she started liking her look, her sexy, naughty wanton-but-classy look. She took a few breaths, anticipating the thrill of stepping outside for his eyes, and for anyone else walking by, and felt her pussy react. She trembled a little, and rose up on her toes to walk out on the floor. 

Damn, she felt incredibly naughty and excited; just those few trembling steps out to the floor making her feel completely exposed! 

When she came out he was there, and she watched his eyes open wide and his mouth drop open, and then slowly change to a lecherous, sly smile, his eyes crinkling tightly as he took in her appearance. She blushed, and thrilled at her minor embarrassment, and her skin tingled at his admiration. Damn, this was exciting, and her bare, shaved pussy dribbled a little. She trembled a little, imaging a passing shopper seeing her drip on the floor. His eyes settled on her chest, seeing her cleavage, the inside of each globe exposed to his gaze, and on her toes, she did a little spin, hearing him sigh. Did he know I have no panties on?

"God, you're gorgeous!" he exclaimed. "I knew you looked good, but damn, Rhonda!" He took her arm, turning her to face him. "You look outstanding! That dress was made for you!" 

She blushed again, feeling her erect nipples poking out. In her sexual adventures with other men she'd enjoyed them seeing her naked, but that had been during sex, as they prepared to share their bodies with each other. This was so different, showing herself, in public, to a stranger, allowing him to see her half exposed, aroused, and feeling deliciously naughty at his admiration of her. She looked into his face, seeing his obvious lust, and feeling herself return his look. She knew she could have him, and the knowledge made her bold. She pushed her shoulders back. 

"It is cut low in the front," she said plainly, "so I took off my bra."

"I, uh, can see that," he replied slyly.

She stepped closer and lowered her voice. "My panty line was showing, too," she whispered, "so I took them off as well." She heard him gasp with surprise, and thought for a second she'd gone too far, until he grinned.

"You little minx," he said, craning his neck to see her backside. "Does your husband know what a dirty girl you are?" He stepped into her, leaning into her ear. "What would he think of you, standing naked under this revealing dress in front of a total stranger?"

She glanced around, seeing no one near them, and took a step back. "Actually," she said softly, "he'd want me to do this," and she moved her hands to the hem of her dress, slowly, making sure his eyes followed her fingers, and pulled up the front, briefly, flashing her shaved glistening lips to him. A deep thrill ran through her. Showing her cunt to him was so exciting, She thought of his cock, imagined it inside her, fucking her. 

And she imagined Walt, watching her, seeing her fuck another man. Her legs trembled as her pussy gushed and she dropped the hem, smoothing the dress back down. 

He was grinning broadly now. "Unbelievable," he said, "Really? He stepped to her, and touched her arm. "You are remarkable, Rhonda. Sexy, attractive; so -- alive." His hand on her arm sent shivers through her, and her nipples hardened more. "So generous and giving."

"Well," she told him, placing a hand softly on his chest, feeling the tension in his body, sensing his urgency and desire, "we have another dress to try on, but if your afternoon is open, you might find out just how generous and giving I can be." She craned her head up and kissed him, lightly, and the cheek, and heard his intake of breath. "But first, what about this dress?"

"It's perfect," he said, "but for you, not for my daughter." He shook himself as she stepped back, glancing nervously around. "I can't imagine her in it, especially after seeing you, you know, like this."

"Okay, maybe the last one, then," she said. "And your schedule?"

"Wide open."

She grinned, embarrassed and elated at her daring behavior, and winked at him before going back inside. Before slipping out of the dress, she grabbed her cell and dashed off a quick text to Walt.

HOPE UR ALMOST DONE. GET HOME IN ABOUT AN HOUR IF YOU WANT TO WATCH

She pressed send and slipped the dress off, standing naked in the dressing room. She slipped the last one on, a beautiful deep blue. The fabric felt wonderful on her bare skin, and she reviewed herself in the mirror. Much more conservative, but still very elegant, she felt this was more what he was looking for, and stepped out proudly. As she walked up to him, she stood on her toes again, pretending to be in heels. 

"Oh, that's it, that's the one."

"I knew it, as soon as I saw it in the mirror," she confirmed. She checked the price tag. "It's the most expensive, but definitely worth it." She pointed to the rack. "See if you can find one in her size, while I change."

Inside the dressing room she checked her phone, finding a text back.

WILL RUSH! JUST COME INSIDE?

Her excitement stepped up a notch, and she thought before typing. 

NO. GO TO DWNSTRS PATIO. WILL MK SURE WE R VISIBLE! XOXO

When she came out she saw that Frank had found the blue in his daughter's size, but before Rhonda could drop her selections in the discard pile he grabbed the black one. 

"What are you doing? That'll never fit her."

"I'm buying it for you. For being so nice, and pleasant and helpful to a struggling Dad."

"That's not necessary, and it's very expensive," she said stepping into him, and slipping her hand to the front of his pants, hidden beneath the dresses. "And don't think buying me a nice dress will make me have sex with you," she whispered, "'cause I'm doing that without the dress!" She leaned up, and kissed him, on the lips this time. "And thank you, Frank."

They checked out, and forty minutes later Frank was pulling into her driveway behind her. She led him inside, wondering idly if the neighbors would see her walking into her house with a strange man, and what they would think. She wondered what she would have thought before she and Walt had started playing around. She doubted that her first thought would have been sexual. As she unlocked the door her heart skipped a beat and her pussy tingled again, at her daring, walking straight into her front door with a man that she would fuck, in the middle of the afternoon, in her own house. And her husband would watch her! What a scandal if the neighbors ever knew! 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 09



Inside she excused herself to the bathroom after leading him to the family room downstairs. She peed, and wiped, and took a little extra care to clean herself, in case Frank was the oral type. And she hoped he was! She wondered what his cock would taste like, and if he would want her to swallow him. Or if she could get him to go twice. Before heading back downstairs she made some iced tea, and brought the glasses and pitcher with her.

"Oh, Rhonda, you didn't have to do that," Frank said, standing as she entered the room. 

"I thought you might be thirsty," she said, settling it down on the coffee table. She glanced around the room, trying to find the perfect place to fuck this nice gentleman so that Walt could see from a hiding place outside. 

"Actually, I am, a little," he admitted. "Nervous, I guess. I, uh, well I guess it's been a while, and, uh-m, this doesn't happen often." He took a sip. "Ever, to tell the truth."

"A nice person like you, and you don't have the ladies chasing you?" She sat across from him on the sofa that faced the patio sliders on an angle, and smiled. "Hard to believe."

"Well," he replied, sitting in the chair facing her, his back to the door, "I admit I haven't really made myself available." He sipped, and put his glass down, and crossed his legs.

She looked him over, and desire and excitement swept through her, making her breath catch. Soon his cock would be inside her, right here on the floor, she thought, and Walt would be outside, watching her fuck him. She smiled. "But, you ARE available, yes?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes," he replied emphatically. "Oh. Definitely." 

Well, then, Mr. Available Frank." She said, patting the cushion next to her, and wondering if Walt was smart enough to park the car somewhere else and walk into the yard, and if he was there yet. "Why don't you come over here, by me?"

Obviously nervous, he hesitantly uncrossed his legs and moved across the room to where she sat, and settled his long frame on the sofa next to her. He kept a small distance, and Rhonda put down her iced tea and shuffled closer to him, their legs touching. 

"That's so cute," she said, putting her hand on his leg. "You really are nervous." She looked up at him and smiled. "Don't be. I want this to happen."

"So do I," he told her, turning to face her. "Your husband is okay with this? You sure?"

"Oh, definitely," she replied, thinking of Walt, sneaking into the yard, and watching her from the back patio through the door. "We both play around a little, when we have the chance. You know, when the chemistry is right."

"Sorry if I'm ruining the moment."

"You're not." She turned her body and draped an arm over the couch, her hand grazing the back of his neck. She gave one last thought to Walt, then put him out of her mind, and concentrated on the man next to her. She leaned into him, her face turned up, meeting his eyes, and saw him move to her, their faces approaching slowly, and she kissed him, lightly on the lips. Once, then another, feeling him relax, and then a third, and this time he turned and his arm snaked around her shoulder. He held her there, extending the kiss, and she felt his restrained need in it, and squirmed closer, feeling her breast press into his side. She gave a little moan and returned the kiss, feeling his lips part slightly, his mouth opening, his hand on her arm, caressing her. 

She felt his tongue then, and met it with her own, and then his hesitance vanished and they were making out like teenagers, hot and groping, pressing into each other on the couch. She lifted a leg over his and pressed her needy crotch into his hip, felt his hand slip down her arm, and off, and onto her chest. Oh, God, she thought, touch them, squeeze them and then he did, and she sighed into his kiss, feeling the relief of his touch, the promise of things to come. She felt the need in his hand and pushed her breast into it, accepting him, welcoming him; he fondled the weight of her flesh, and she used her free hand to lift her shirt from her waist. 

His hand moved and touched her bare flesh; just her side, and she felt a jolt of electricity at the contact. Frank's hesitance, Rhonda's heightened excitement at exhibiting herself in the store, and now, hopefully, for her husband, combined to increase her anticipation and sensitivity. The rush of his touch ran through her like a freight train, and she pulled back from the kiss to moan. Her chest pulled away from his, and she closed her eyes, leaning her head against the back of the couch, and his hand gripped her right breast through her bra, gently squeezing, and he kissed down the front of her neck to her collarbone. His fingers found her hard nipple, pulling lightly, and then eliciting a groan as he pulled harder, squeezing and pinching her erect nub. 

And then his hand slipped to the left side, slipping down into the cup, to hold her full breast in his bare hand. Of all the men she'd enjoyed in the past months, this single motion felt the most erotic, and she found her legs squeezing together, trying to stimulate her aching pussy. She felt his palm press against her nipple, his fingers wrap around the entire breast; slowly fondling and kneading the flesh, then moving to the tip, to capture her nipple in strong, confident fingers, squeezing and then pulling, and she moaned again, more sharply.

"Oh, that's so good," she murmured under her breath."Pull it, Frank. God, I want you to suck my nipple." She pulled back, removed her shirt, and reached behind herself for the clasp of her bra. Frank stopped her.

"Wait," he said, a hand on her chest, resting in her cleavage. "Please, go slow. I've been thinking about this since I saw you in that black dress." He had a smile that looked to break off his face and fly away, and his eyes burned into hers. She smiled back, and slowly, exposing the tops of her breasts, slipped the straps down her arms, her hands holding the cups in place, as he watched her full globes appear to his eyes. The combined excitement of seeing a man so entranced by her baring her breasts, and the idea that Walt could be outside now, watching her do it, made her hands tremble with excitement. She watched his eyes watching her, and slipped the cups lower, allowing the tops of her areola to show, and then finally, her swollen nipples. She tossed the bra to the side and reached for his head, pulling him into her. 

"Suck me, Frank," she cooed, "suck my nipples." His head moved closer, lower, and she felt his breath, and then his lips touched her, and opened, and she felt the suction as he took a nipple into his mouth, and she arched her back, forcing her breast into his face. "Oh, God, that's so good, suck my tits, bite them," she coaxed, "Oh!" She cried out as she felt his teeth grip her, his tongue flicking the nub between his teeth, and the feeling went straight to her pussy, flooding her juices out. Her hand gripped the back of his shaved head as he worked her nub, and then switched to the other one, his fingers replacing his mouth on the first one.

Frank was relentless on her, moving back and forth, squeezing her breast with his hand as he sucked, while the other toyed with the saliva-coated rubbery point. She was panting her excitement to the room as she moved her free hand between them, reaching for his pants, pushing down between their bodies to find him hard inside his pants. She gripped his erection forcefully through his jeans, groaning. Could Walt see? Could he see her grabbing another man's hard cock, see how eager she was for him?

Filled with desire, she pushed his head away and moved both her hands to his pants, and he helped her, opening then, standing to push them down his legs, slipping his shoes off as he pulled his legs free. She slipped off the couch and dropped to her knees in front of him as he pushed his boxer briefs down his long muscular legs. She pushed him back a step, turning her side to the back patio door, and looked up at him as she grasped his thick, hard meat in both hands. She smiled and licked her lips, and took the head inside.

Oh, the wonderful feeling of the hot, spongy head filling her mouth, the thin skin of the shaft on her lips! She swirled her tongue around the head, wetting him, then kissed the head, and took him fully into her mouth, fitting about half the shaft inside, and sucking as she pulled back, hearing him groan in delight as she sucked his hard cock. Once it was wet she placed her hands on his thighs and bounced her head up and down a few times, fucking his meat with her mouth. Her hands joined her mouth, stroking the base and shaft, following her lips with one hand as the other cupped his hairy ball sack. They were big, and full and heavy, and she knew he had a nice load for her. She thought about letting him finish in her mouth, but she knew where she really wanted all that cum. She pulled off with a wet pop, and stroked his shaft, feeling his urgency. 

"Fuck me, Frank, fuck me now," she hissed, sitting back on her feet and undoing her pants. She wiggled them off as he removed his shirt, and she laid on the floor, her feet facing the door. "Please, give me your hard cock," she told him as he moved into position between her legs. She pulled her knees up, spreading herself lewdly. "Fuck me, fuck my wet pussy, Frank, fuck me good, give me your cum in my hot cunt!"

His face flashed a passing shock at her language, but he quickly knelt between her legs and in one thrust he was fully inside her, and she cried out with the fullness of him, feeling her walls stretch and accept him, feeling the remarkable, incomparable sensation of being filled with a hard dick. She grunted with his thrust, and he buried himself fully, holding himself inside her, pushing hard against her pubic mound, and rubbing his bone against her, the base of his cock stimulating her clit, and the head bobbing front to back inside her, brushing the head of her cervix. Then he held still, pressing into her, and dropped his face to hers and they kissed deeply, nestled completely inside her; not moving, not thrusting, not shifting. Just being inside, deep, wet and hot, and her hands went to his face, to hold him there as they kissed, tongues swirling in the lustfy mouth dance. 

He pulled away, raising himself on strong, masculine arms, looking down at her, wonder in his eyes, cock snug in her wet tunnel. "This is amazing," he said, "YOU are amazing. You are so..." he trailed off, lost for words.

"Fucking horny for you?" she grinned up at him. She had thought his stall was to make it last, to keep himself from cumming too soon, but his face and expression was so open and honest. She had to remind himself that while she and Walt did things like this regularly, Frank didn't. "Sorry if I rushed you. Take it as slow as you like, make it last, Frank." She squirmed her hips up into his, and he grinned.

"It's been so long, I thought I might forget how."

"Well, you clearly remember why!"

He pulled slowly back, slipping almost his entire length from her, and she sighed at the suddenly empty feeling. "You reminded me why, Rhonda," he told her, and slipped back in a little, pumping his cockhead back and forth at the entrance of her pussy. She felt the lips grabbing and opening as he moved, holding him, feeling his mushroom head stimulating her walls, sending waves of pleasure through her body, and cooed warmly. Then he pushed completely back inside hr, filling her again, almost like the first time, and her excitement heightened. As he began stroking in and out, long full strokes, thrusting against her, she felt her climax knocking on the door, hinting at a huge explosion. 

She wrapped her legs around his back and grabbed his shoulders, humping up at him, meeting his strokes, feeling his heavy balls at her ass, the base of his hard cock stimulating her clit, and she grunted with the effort. Her orgasm was close, she felt it building, ready to pounce on her like a wild animal, and she urged him. "Fuck me, yeah, give it to me, Frank, fuck me good," her voice escalating in volume and need. "Fuck me, fuck, fuck, oh, I'm gonna cum fuck you're going to make me cum, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" She screamed as her orgasm swept through her, like rushing water through open floodgates, seizing her body, crashing into her, through her, and she yelled and cried and shouted as she climaxed. She held him tight and he slowed his thrusts, pulsing small movements into her as she rode the wave of ecstasy, until she calmed, and exhaled hard, and relaxed her grip with her thighs. 

He stopped, holding himself inside her. "Wow," he said, admiringly. 

"Wow, yourself! That was incredible!" She grinned. "I want more of those!" She rubbed her hips up at him, maintaining the edge on her clit, feeling another orgasm possible, keeping it near. "Let me get on top." 

He pulled out and sat back on his heels as she rolled over, then lay on the floor in her place. Perfect, she thought, as she threw a leg over his hips and straddled him, facing the door. She risked a glance, but couldn't spot Walt. I hope he's out there. She reached between her legs and grabbed Frank's shaft, feeling her own slick juices coating it. She stroked it twice, then pointed it up, and lowered herself, impaling her cunt on him and releasing a low moan. She sat still a moment, and raised her hand to her mouth, her fingers coated with her juices from his shaft. Looking down at him, she sucked her fingers clean, tasting her cum, her arousal, and then lowering both hands to his chest to support her weight. 

She began shifting her hips forward and back, rubbing her clit on him, feeling the edge return, adjusting her legs to find the perfect angle, and then began raising and lowering herself, her feet hooked over his thighs. She sighed deeply, feeling her pussy respond, and she bounced harder, driving herself onto him, fucking his cock to make herself cum again. She felt it building, closer, approaching faster this time, and she bounced and crashed onto him, driving him deep inside herself, and then he grabbed her nipples and she came, his fingers pinching and pulling as her second climax exploded, and she wailed her climax to the room as it peaked, and held, and shook her, and then after long seconds, began to recede. She lowered herself to him, resting her head on his chest, panting, heart pounding, feeling her juices run out of her, soaking his balls and his thighs. 

They stayed still a few minutes, until she stirred, and sat up on him, still inside her. "M-mm, that was nice," she said, her hands playing in the hair on his chest. She grinned. "Your turn now." She started lifting and lowering herself, stroking his full length with her soaking hole. She wanted his cum, wanted to feel it shooting inside her, wanted to watch his face as he came in her. He began thrusting up into her, and then she held still, watching him work, feeling him pound up into her cunt, feeling his cock harden, become thicker, and she knew he was close. She held her hands on his chest, feeling him tense. "Yeah, that's it baby, oh, you're close, I can feel it, come on, cum for me, fill my pussy with that hot cum."He was grunting at her as he pushed up, his hands on her hips, holding her still, fucking her for himself. "I want that hot cum in my pussy, baby, fill me with it, fill me with cum," she urged, and his grunting became harsh, and short, and she watched him grimace, and call out, barking, and then his fingers dug into her hips and he shouted, holding himself fully inside. 

She felt the first blast pulse through his shaft, felt the twitch of his ejaculation, and he was cumming, cumming for her, shooting his hot load inside her. She felt the walls of her pussy heat and turn slick as he pulsed inside her, felt his cum dripping out as he gave short, urgent jerks into her, and with a groan he was done, and his hips relaxed, and she sat back down, his cock still inside her, and lowered herself to his chest again. She felt a light sheen of sweat below the hair, smelled his manly scent, and listened to his heart pounding, feeling his chest rise and fall as he regained his breath. Her pussy was hot and wet and mushy, that wonderful feeling of being filled with hot semen, and she squirmed into him, pressing as much flesh into his body as she could. His cock was still hard inside her. 

She dozed a little there, and woke when he moved, his cock still hard inside her. She lifted off, and felt his cream run out of her as his cock slipped out. Inspired, she held herself above him, allowing his semen to drip out onto his dick. He looked at him, and he was smiling. 

"That was incredible, Rhonda," he managed, "I don't know how to thank-"

"It's not over, sweetie," she told him. "I think you might have another one for me."

"At my age?" 

"You just need the right stimulation," she said, lifting her leg over him and kneeling at his side. She looked at his cock, still mostly hard, coated with her juices and drips of his cum. "Let Rhonda have her way," she said, and with one hand, lifted his cock at the base, pointing it up, and lowering her head. She opened her mouth wide as she approached, and took half his shaft inside before closing her lips around it, tasting his cream from her pussy, tasting herself, and sucking the nasty mixture off his cock as she pulled her head up and off his shaft with a wet pop. She looked back at him, her lips coated in cum, and swallowed as he gasped.

"Rhonda!" he exclaimed, "That's nasty!"

She licked her lips, grinning. "Yes," answered, "delightfully." She lowered her head back to his cock and licked up the sides, cleaning his shaft of the evidence of their passion, then dropping lower and sucking his balls clean, too. As much as she delighted in the taste, and the erotic, naughty behavior, she also considered her husband, outside, watching her act like a wanton slut. The thrill ran from her brain through her chest, settling in her twitching pussy. But ultimately she got what she really wanted, as his cock softened only a little as her actions stimulated him. She held his cock upright, and lifted her head, looking back at him. "Nice. You ready for more?"

He groaned as she took him back in her mouth, and began working her mouth up and down his shaft, once again relishing the feel of a throbbing, firm dick inside her mouth, feeling his texture, licking his prominent vein, his pronounced crown, tasting, now, his pre-cum as it began to form at the tip, so soon after his recent orgasm. She glanced up at him, seeing his eyes closed, his head on the floor, facing the ceiling. She held his cock in his mouth and looked out the door, looking for Walt, wanting him to see her, to know she was looking at him as she sucked Frank's cock. She worked him until he was almost at the edge, and then pulled away, sitting back on her feet on the floor, positioning herself with her side to the door, and asked him to stand. Frank climbed to his feet, and she pulled him in front of her, so that his side faced the door as well. She angled her face to him. 

"I'm going to make you cum now," she said, imagining his spurting cock coating her face as her husband watched her. Putting on this show was really turning her on, and she thought she was a wonderful slut. She pulled his shaft down slightly, angling the head to her mouth, and rubbed his leaking hole across her lips and face as she spoke. "Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna shoot your nasty cum in my mouth?" She opened and took him inside, and she heard him groan.

She bobbed her head enthusiastically, several long deep strokes, feeling him hump his hips towards her. Then she put a hand on his thigh and opened wide, stretching her mouth, and pushed until his cockhead reached the back of her mouth, pressing into her throat opening. She fought her gag reflex as long as she could, then coughed, and closed her lips and pulled back, strings of slimy white saliva stretching from her lips to his cock, running down her chin. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 09



"Holy shit!" Frank exclaimed. "Damn, that's so hot, I've never had-" His words were cut off by her mouth, repeating the deep penetration, and then he groaned loudly as she bobbed her head, stroking his slicked shaft, pumping with her hand and mouth together, urging his climax, feeling him jerk and squirm at her ministrations. Close now, she thought, very close, and she pumped more, until she heard his breathing change, and then pulled her mouth off, her tongue out and flat from her open mouth, and jerked his cock, aimed at her face as he bellowed. She grabbed his balls with her other hand, felt them clench, and then the first blast slapped her in the face, on her forehead and nose, and she moaned at him, feeling the hot, smelly cum lash out at her. The second landed on her upper lip, and the rest of the spurts, less forceful, dripped onto her tongue as he grabbed her head, releasing a long sigh with the end of his orgasm. 

She held her tongue out, coated in his hot cream, until he looked down at her, then closed her mouth and swallowed, feeling the slimy mouthful travelling down her throat to join her previous treat. Then she rubbed his softening cock on her face, smearing the cum and sucking it from the head as she cooed and made yummy sounds until he squirmed away from the feel of her tongue on his sensitive cock head. 

He excused himself to use the bathroom, and she stood, heading for the laundry room for a towel to clean up. But on the way she stopped at the patio door and peered out. She saw Walt stick his head out from behind the bushes, and give her a thumbs-up sign. She smiled, and ran her finger through the remaining cum on her face and sucked it off. She grinned, and motioned for him to wait, and scooted into the laundry room. When she came back out Frank was there, and he reached for his clothes as she wiped her face, and offered him a towel. He thanked her, and rubbed the residue from his crotch before pulling his pants up.

"Rhonda, I-"

"I know, you have to go."

"Well, that's true, but what I was going to say was that I really enjoyed today." He buckled his pants and stood there, shirtless and gazing at her naked body as she lowered herself to lounge on the couch. "Not just the sex," he paused, "although that was fantastic!" He reached for his shirt. "But the rest, too. Shopping with you, lunch, talking..." His voice trailed off, and he shook his head, and pulled on his shirt. 

"I had fun too," she told him. "Especially the sex," she grinned. "You're a nice man, Frank. You should find yourself a lady."

"I, uh," he stammered, buttoning his shirt. "Well, I was kind of hoping I already had." There was silence for a moment, and he scrambled to cover the awkwardness. "I mean, well, I know you're married, but, well, I was wondering if maybe your, well, what you do ..."

"Adventures," she told him.

Yes, well, do your adventures, well, do you ever..."

"Date? No, I don't think so Frank. That wouldn't work." She explained to him as he sat on the couch at her feet, putting his shoes on, how she and Walt were just having fun, not hurting each other, but it was only about sex; that they were very much still in love, and how they enjoyed teasing and telling each other about their adventures. "It sounds unusual, I know," she told him, "If someone had said it to me a year ago I would have looked at them the way you are looking at me now." Frank remained silent, nodding. "And we don't tell everyone, unless, like you," she smiled, "they've earned an explanation."

Frank nodded, mumbling that he understood, and she kissed him goodbye, telling him her husband would be home soon. Before leaving, Frank turned and came back to her, giving her a business card. "In case anything changes," he told her, and she waited until she heard the door. 

She stood, naked and went to the patio door to find Walt already there, waiting and grinning. As she opened the door he barged in and grabbed her, kissing her hard, squeezing her against his body, pressing himself into her. She felt his erection grinding against her pelvis as their tongues danced, and she grabbed his ass, pulling him in harder. He broke the kiss, panting.

"You slut, you taste like cum!" He grinned at her, his arms wrapper around her, holding their hips against each other. "God, that was so hot, watching you suck his dick! So much more exciting than the last time; I could see everything!" He kissed her again. "I really liked it when you let him cum on your face, and then rubbed his cock around and cleaned it off."He snaked a hand between them, pressing down to her shaved sex. "Fuck, you're so wet-" His eyes opened wide. "Did you fuck him?"

"Hell yes," she told him, faking a frown, "Did you miss it?"

"I guess so," he said, his fingers slipping inside her messy lips. "I didn't get back fast enough." She inhaled sharply as she felt his fingers push inside her. "I rushed as fast as I could. When I got here he was on the floor, and you were sucking his cock." He stopped, staring into her eyes, and finger-fucked her, hard, pushing his fingers all the way inside; she could feel them playing in her slick hole. "You fucked him, and he filled you with cum, and then you sucked his dick, you nasty, horny girl." He slipped his fingers free, and brought them to her face. She opened and took his fingers inside, tasting the mix of flavors she had so recently enjoyed from Frank's cock. "M-mm, you like that fucked pussy taste, don't you?"

She made a yummy sound as she sucked, then pulled his hand away. "Oh, yeah, it's so nasty." She reached for his pants, pulling them open to release his erection. She stroked him as she spoke, and he played with her nipples and pussy."You missed the best part, baby. After I came, I got on top, and he came inside me, and when I pulled off, I let his cum drip out onto his dick, and then sucked it all off and swallowed it!"

She felt his hand reach around, squeezing her ass, and his finger found her tiny back door. Slick with Frank's cum, he slipped it inside as she gasped. "So you let him cum in your pussy, and your mouth," he said intently. "What about this hole? Is this one for me? Did you save one for your hubby?"

She grinned. "No, Walt, he didn't do me there," and laughed. "And I'm not sure I'm ready for that today, although your finger feels so-o good," she hissed. "Would you mind sloppy seconds?"

He pulled back, and dropped his pants to the floor. "Not at all," he said, working his feet out and pulling off his shirt. "As long as you do for me what you did for him!"

"You got it, sweetie." She said, and pulled him to the sofa, his pants still tangled on one leg. She sat back and pulled her legs up as he freed himself from his clothes. "Get over here and fuck your slutty exhibitionist wife!"

Walt squatted down and slipped his cock into her wet tunnel, sighing. "Damn, that's so different. It feels so, well, used, so fucked." He pushed in and out several times, hissing breath through his teeth. "I've had seconds with you before, when we were young, but this is hotter!"

"Oh, yeah Walt," she cried as he humped into her, "fuck my used pussy, baby! You feel his cum in me?" She felt her body, still at a high level of excitement, begin to respond to his thrusts, her pussy clenching at the renewed invasion. "Use me like Frank did! I want to feel your cum inside me with his!" She felt his penetration go deeper, his thrusts harder; almost angry at her urging, and her pussy reacted, gushing juices and swelling, her clit hard and bouncing off the base of her husband's cock. "Yeah! Pound my slutty used cunt, baby!"

Walt pulled her knees to his chest, holding her open with his arms and sitting back on his knees. He reached for her breasts and grabbed her nipples, pulling hard, pinching them tightly. Rhonda squeezed her eyes shut and cried out at the additional stimulation. She felt his hands release her nipples, and pulled them herself. When she opened her eyes Walt was staring down between her legs.

"Are you seeing it, Walt? Can you imagine his cock inside me? You want to watch me get fucked, up close?" She released her nipples, grabbed her own ankles and pulled her legs up and wide, angling her hips up, and looking at herself. She could see his cock slipping in and out, coated in a frothy cream that pooled where her lips gripped his shaft."Can you see his cum in my pussy while you fuck me? God, that's so hot! I can smell his cum in my pussy! Fuck me, baby, fuck me good, like I need it!"

"Oh, you horny slut, take my cock! I love fucking your used cunt, Ronnie!" He looked at her. "I wanted to see you fuck him. I want to see his cock open you up and fill you with cum." He was gritting his teeth, his shoulders tensed and chest tight as he spit the words out. "I want to be right there, next to you, kissing you while he fucks you! I want to hear you scream when he makes you cum on his cock!" 

She gasped, his dirty desires spurring her imagination, her head flooded with an image of getting fucked while Walt held her hand, held HER, as another man plowed her hole, and the excitement of it triggered her orgasm. It raged through her suddenly, without buildup, and she screamed, crying unintelligibly, releasing her legs and staring at him, eyes wide and mouth open, trailing drool from the corner of her mouth. Her breath eased as her climax receded, but settling back to a ready state, another one not far behind. As she regained her senses she saw Walt tense, and heard him grunt, and she knew he was ready to cum.

"Give it to me baby, give me your cum in my cunt, make me cum again, I want to cum with you!" She humped up into him, meeting his urgent thrusts with her hips, feeling him swell, and harden, and her pussy clenched, and when he barked and she felt her pussy heat up and fill with his semen, she came again, instantly lost in the throes of her orgasm as he blasted her insides, shooting and pulsing, grunting until he finished and relaxed against her while she rode the remainder of her climax.

Spent and breathing heavily, he lay on top of her, his face at her neck, planting small wet kisses below her ear, sending tingles through her exhausted body. After a few minutes he lifted, just slightly, and grabbing her body in his arms, rolled them over, his softening cock still planted inside her. Now on top, she raised herself on weakened arms and looked down at him. 

"Are you ready?" she asked, and he nodded and she lifted her hips, just as she had done for Frank, and his dick slipped from her love tunnel, flopping onto his stomach and laying at an angle, still enlarged, but softe. She held herself still as his creamy load dripped out onto his balls and cock and shaved pubic area. She looked down as the awful drips and watery pools settling on his flesh. She waited a second, clenching and pushing, and watched a last fat glob push out of her, and then she lifted off him and lay at his side.

"M-mm, all for me," she cooed, and holding his eyes, lowered her head to his crotch, and began licking and slurping the cooling ejaculate from him. He squirmed when she took the sensitive head inside her mouth, and groaned when she released it and licked his balls clean. She held the collected juices of passion in her mouth, and crawled to his face, smiling. He smiled back, and she kissed him, sharing her reward with her man, a fresh load of hot cum from her pussy. Their lips and tongues smeared the juices over their faces, cooing and moaning into each other's mouths; then finally, swallowing and breaking the kiss, she lay next to him and rested her head on his chest. 

"That was so hot," she murmured. "I love you." She lifted her head an inch to gaze at him. "Did you mean what you said about watching me, up close?"

"Yeah, I think so," he replied. "Depends," he added, grinning. "Did you mean what you said about your ass?"

She looked at his warm smile. "Yeah, I think I did. Soon."

"I love you, too."



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 10



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fictional fantasy tale of consensual adults engaging in unprotected and extramarital sex. This story can stand alone, but if you are interested in the history, I recommend chapters 1, 2, 5 and 6 I'll be taking a break from posting for a little while to re-charge my batteries. Thanks to everyone who has read my stories, and voted and favorite, and taken the time to contact me. I really appreciate it. 



"She's pretty proud of her husband's abilities, it sounds like," Danielle said under her breath, loud enough for only him to hear. Veronica was the birthday girl, and Walt had been corralled into attending the office lunch. Normally he managed to be out of the office for these, but his secretary had taken a particular delight in making him go to this one. Veronica had turned "Dirty Thirty", and she was pretty outspoken. From the far end of the table he could hear her crowing about how great her husband of two years was in bed, to the shrieks and squeals of the younger girls around her. 

"Mind you, he's not bad," Danielle added, leaning into his ear, "but if she's that impressed then her standards are a little low." Stunned, Walt forced his mouthful of Caesar Chicken Wrap down and turned to face the young lady next to him. He wasn't quite sure he'd heard what he thought he heard.

He knew Danielle from around the office; she was one of the intermingled friends of the assistants and administrative clerks that attended these lunches. He was familiar enough to say hello, chat about office politics and the like, but that was about it.  

"Excuse me?" he asked, catching her eye and matching her low tone.

She smiled slyly. "I think you heard me."

"Well, yes, I think I did." He grinned back at her. "You seem pretty certain of your opinion." They were at the far end of the long table, away from the cacophony of the birthday girl's too-loud chatter as she held court. "You know this for sure?"

She smiled again, not so shyly this time. She had a fantastic smile, and showed it easily. She was always friendly and chipper in the office, very attractive, her blonde ringlets bouncing pleasantly as she walked through the aisles, pleasant to everyone. "I know for sure," she replied, one eyebrow raised. She leaned in to Walt's ear. "I did him."

Walt looked down at his lunch, astounded by her frank admission, and made an instant decision to play along. "So," he asked her, "you dated her husband?"

"I didn't say that. I said did. A couple of years ago, before they were married." 

He mocked a horrified face, mimicking the squealing girls at the end of the table with a hand over his open mouth. "Stop it," she said, laughing, and playfully slapping his shoulder. 

"Sorry," he laughed, "I thought it was the appropriate response for this crowd."

"Yeah, for them," she motioned subtly with her fork at the gaggle, rolled her eyes, then looked into his and putting her hand down and leaning into him. "Please. They all act like they are so wild and crazy women, like they're the hottest things. They read Cosmo too much."

"But not you," he guessed, wondering where this conversation might lead. 

She smiled at him; a knowing, confident look, but said nothing.

"You're not like them?"

"Do you see me down there getting all flustered at Veronica's stories of what her man does to her? No," she smirked, "I don't think so." She thoughtfully chewed a mouthful of her chef salad. "They have no idea," she said in a low voice.

"I bet I do," he replied, just as low, thinking of his recent changes in his marriage, and how he and Rhonda had expanded their sexual horizons. 

"Yeah, you wish," she scoffed. 

"Tell you what," he said, taking a sip of water and pushing away his plate, only half-finished. "Since you talk so big, why don't we play a little game of Secrets?"

She grinned. "And what is that?"

"It's like Doctor, but instead of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours', it's telling. You tell me your secrets, and I'll tell you mine."

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Please, Walt," she said, and turned to him, "I don't think so. Besides," she added, eyebrows arched, "In Doctor, you know what you're going to see; it's even. How do I know your secrets are as good as mine? You're a nice guy. What secrets could you have?"

Oh, if only you knew, he thought. "Tell you what, then," he said, quietly. "Since you already shared one, I'll go first. You game?"

"All right, Mr. Secret, I'll play, but if your secret is lame, you get nothing from me, Deal?"

Now it was his turn to smile knowingly. This was turning out to be a good lunch after all. "Deal," he said, "But whispers only." He motioned with his eyes. "Too many ears."

"Okay," she said, turning the side of her head to him, "go ahead."

Walt leaned in, taking in the scent of her perfume, and feeling the proximity to her skin, her slender neck exposed when she pulled her hair back behind her ear. "My wife and I," he whispered, "have both had sex outside of our marriage."

Her head spun around as she faced him, her expression one of comical mock horror. "Get out!" she exclaimed under her breath, her expression changing to an open-mouthed smile. She gave a dramatic gasp. 

"Calm down, someone will hear you," Walt smirked, glancing around the table. "These are secrets, remember?" But inwardly, he was amused at his ability to shock her.

"I'm surprised, that's all," she intoned. She shook her head, but her face didn't show judgment as much as amusement. "I can't believe you're cheating on each other. You seem like such a nice man." Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure I believe you."

"First, it's not cheating. It was, in the beginning, but now we tell each other."

"Now I'm really not sure if I believe you!"

"And second, why would I lie? Sue, I'd lie about having sex with other women, but why would I say my wife has other partners if it wasn't true?"

She considered, then replied, "True, if you were lying to make yourself Mr. Stud Man, you wouldn't say that." She pondered, then added. "So really?"

"Yes, really. So," He leaned in, enjoying the closeness and her scent as much as the conversation."Was my secret good enough?"

"That depends," she teased. "Give me some details, and if I'm impressed at your secret, I'll tell you one."

Walt acted put-upon, but only for a second. "Okay," he said. He pulled her closer, his lips almost touching her ear. "A few weeks ago," he whispered, "my wife told me to get home, that she was bringing a guy home, and she wanted me to watch her with him." 

Danielle turned to him, eyes wide. "O-oo, hot!" she whispered. "Did you watch?"

"I got there late," he began, then leaned into her ear again. "But I watched her suck his dick!"

He waited for her to be shocked and was disappointed. He moved back in. "Afterwards she told me what I missed and re-enacted it for me!"

She nodded approvingly. "Pretty good, I must say," she smirked. "Okay," she added, and pulled his shoulder and spoke into his ear. He felt her breath, aware of her hand not releasing his arm as she spoke, and felt a chill run through him. "The birthday girl? She's better in bed than her husband." She released him and sat back, waiting for a response with a knowing grin as Walt's brain processed her words and the sensations of her touch, her breath. Then he realized, and his mouth opened, and he turned to face her.

"You mean..." he started. "You didn't!" She nodded, smiling broadly, her straight white teeth advertising her pride. "You and her?"

"Yep," she answered softly, "around the same time as her man." She nodded. "And let me tell you, she was a LOT better!" she whispered. 

"Wow. That's hot."

"I like this game, Walt," she quipped, and turned her ear to him, pulling him by his shirt so his face was in her neck. "Your turn." He thought while he enjoyed the proximity of her flesh. "Okay. A couple of weeks before that, I picked up a woman at a party, and we went back to her place, and when I got home, my wife, Rhonda, made me tell her about it, and made me do to her what I did with the woman," he said, and she started to move and he took her arm, pulled her back. "And she told me she wants to watch me next time."

*

It was the following Saturday, and Walt was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, talking to Rhonda as she showered her work day away. 

"I can't believe how exciting this is," she called through the curtain. He heard the soap drop, and she mumbled a curse. "God, I'm so nervous." 

"Relax, honey," he called to her over the splashing water. "You've got plenty of time, she said she won't be here till after nine."

"Jeez, I've got the jitters, like a schoolgirl on a first date!"

As excited as he was, he tried to downplay it. "Really, honey, relax. You'll like her, she's nice."

"Yeah, nice and hot, I'll bet.

"She's hot, yes, but she's got a great personality."

Rhonda head poked through the side of the curtain, her wet hair hanging in tendrils that dripped water down her face. There was shampoo in her hair. "Personality," she said. "Who are you kidding? Is that why she's coming here? So we can see her personality?" She grinned, and he couldn't help but laugh. He looked at his shoes with an 'aw-shucks' wag of my head. 

"Well, I guess she's pretty, and young, and sexy," he drawled.

"Careful," she warned, and her face disappeared back behind the curtain.

"Not as sexy as you," he called through the sound of the water. "Of course."

"Of course," she called back. "Good answer."

"But it WAS her personality that said she wanted to fuck me while you watched." He heard a little moan from inside the shower. "Hey! None of that." He stood and stepped to the curtain, pulling it slightly to the side and peeking in. Rhonda stood under the spray, both hands in a soapy foam between clenched thighs. "Save it for later, you minx," he said impishly, "you can have your fun while you watch."

She pulled her hands away and Walt watched the suds rinse away, exposing her shaved pussy. He bit his lip, then raised his eyes to meet hers. She had that needy, hungry glaze, and he held her eyes. 

"It's gonna be hot," he said quietly.

"Oh, God, I can't wait."

Several hours later they were coiffed and dressed casually, and they lounged on the living room sofa, Rhonda draped across Walt's lap. They were both antsy and horny and anxious, but they tried to maintain a conversation about other things, each trying to keep the other's mind off the pending event. Finally the doorbell rang, and Rhonda looked up into his eyes, and pulled his head down into a kiss; a familiar, deliberate and loving ballet of lips and tongues, and each of them felt the anxiety slip and diminish, leaving only the anticipation and excitement they had postponed.

She released his head, and his face rose from hers, staring hungrily at her. "Fuck her good, Walt," she whispered urgently. "Fuck her for me." He felt her hips pulse as she clenched her thighs. "God, I'm wet already," she confessed

"I will," he assured her. "I love you." Then he smiled a little. "Maybe I should answer the door."

She slipped off the couch and went with him to the door, following a step behind. Walt sensed her tentativeness, and wrapped an arm around her, holding her close to his side before opening the door. As is swung wide, he saw Danielle waiting on the porch, smiling. That smile, those beautiful, straight white teeth, the broad expanse of lips as it lit her face, surrounded by her loose blonde ringlets that hung past her shoulders. She wore a light dress in a flowered print that came to mid-thigh and buttoned up the front; the top was unbuttoned, revealing a braless expanse of flesh at her chest. He felt the longing that had begun with the game of Secrets, and his cock stirred inside his khakis. 

"Hi, Walt!" she chirped as he let her in, and she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, then turned to his wife. "You must be Rhonda," she said excitedly. She kissed her cheek too, her hand on Rhonda's shoulder, then held her at arm's length, looking her over. "I see he didn't exaggerate; you ARE a sexy lady!" Walt watched his wife flush with embarrassment at the compliment, and smiled, proud of his sexy, beautiful lady. 

He escorted the two women to the living room, and poured wine, a nice red that had been breathing as they awaited Danielle's arrival. They toasted, and sipped, then sat, Danielle placing herself on the chair facing the married couple on the couch. An uneasy silence developed, and Walt broke it. 

"Danielle, thanks for coming over..." he began, and Danielle giggled a little.

"Walt, so formal! You didn't sound so formal at the lunch!" She smiled at them. "Seriously, guys, thanks for inviting me. I've been dreaming about this for a week!" She sipped her wine, then looked at them, and put her glass down. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"No, no, not at all..." Walt began, but Rhonda interrupted him.

"You're so pretty," she blurted, and now it was Danielle's turn to blush. "We, uh, well, we are just a little nervous, you know, about getting started." She paused. "We never..."

Danielle's face took a puzzled expression. "But Walt said you guys do this..."

"Oh, no," Rhonda interrupted, "that's true, we have sex with other people." She paused, as Walt nodded his agreement. "And we've seen each other, you know, by accident, at first," she explained, her hand fidgeting nervously on Walt's thigh as she sat forward. "And once, when Walt watched me."

"He mentioned that," the younger woman replied, her eyes slyly scanning Walt. "Sounded hot as fuck!" she kidded.

Rhonda laughed, too, though still sounding nervous. "Yes, it was quite the adventure. But this is, well, a little different. You know, seeing him, being right there." She paused, lowering her head and shaking it. 

"You're scared a little?" Danielle asked, and Rhonda's head shot up to look her in the eye.

"Fuck, no, I'm so excited I can barely stand it!" she confessed. "Christ, I'm so wet I can smell myself! I've wanted to see him, watch him, ever since that night, and being this close to it happening, well," she paused, "it's a little intimidating."

"I know just how you feel. Walt," she said, turning to him, "could you excuse us? I think we need a little girl talk. Can you, maybe, go check the bedroom, or something for a little while?"

"Everything's ready," he responded too quickly, then added, "Duh," as he realized what was happening. He stood, kissed Rhonda, and walked to Danielle, and gave her a light kiss, on the lips this time. "I'll be upstairs when you ladies are ready."

"Thanks, honey," Rhonda called to him. "I don't think we'll be long."

Walt made his way up the stairs, knowing that he would never be allowed to share in the conversation that was taking place. Girl talk, whether innocent, or about sharing a husband, was off limits to men, a code of the secret society that women enjoyed based solely on the opening between their legs. He entered the bedroom, and surveyed the preparations. 

The bed was pulled down, and candles were placed around the room. He dimmed the lights a little and began lighting them, the scents of unknown flowers filling the room. Finished, he stepped back and checked the room. Returning to the lights, he turned them up a little, making sure that it was not too harsh, but not too dark. He walked and slightly adjusted the positions of the three chairs surrounding the bed. They had placed them there together, so that Rhonda could have a good view from any vantage point. Unlike the day he had watched Rhonda, hidden in the back yard and peering through the patio door, Rhonda wanted to be right here, seeing it up close; having the woman he fucked knowing she was there, enjoying it, getting off on it, was part of her excitement. 

Satisfied, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited. 

He had just begun regretting leaving his wine downstairs when he heard footsteps and voices approaching from the lower floor. He stood, checked the room one more time, looked at himself in the mirror to be sure nothing was amiss, and turned to greet them. He heard bright laughter from Danielle at a low-toned comment from Rhonda, and then they were at the door. Rhonda held two glasses and Danielle followed her in, her hand at the small of his wife's back. 

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Better than okay," she said, smiling. "Here." She handed him his refilled glass of wine, and leaned her face up to him for a long, slow, loving kiss. Walt snaked his free hand around her, pulling her close, feeling her lips wet, and a little puffy, her tongue eager and determined. Her free hand snaked between them, fondling his crotch, rubbing his cock, and initiating its growth. She moaned into his mouth, and pulled her face back, holding his gaze. "Are you ready for this?" she said, squeezing his growing lump.

"M-mm, yeah."

"I want you to give her this cock, baby, I want to see you slide into her, and fuck her good and hard," she whispered. She stepped back, removing her hand, and reached for Danielle, pulling her to her husband. The young girl had put her drink down, and turned for a second to Rhonda, and kissed her once, lightly, on the lips, before slipping her hands to Walt's sides, and pulling him close. Her face angled up and Walt met her, feeling her lips on his for the first time, recalling her perfume, her scent, and feeling the heat of her face on his. They kissed slowly, lips slightly parted, then open more, tongues meeting, swirling and dancing. His free hand moved behind her, trailing slowly down her back, reaching the swell of her ass, and holding one cheek full in his hand, pulled her hips into his, pressing himself into her. 

She gave a little grunt in return, and Walt opened his eyes, and in the corner of his vision saw his wife, just inches from them, watching them kiss, her eyes glazed and burning. Danielle moved her head to Walt's opposite shoulder, and Rhonda stepped closer, kissing him again, her hands rubbing his chest and back. Walt felt a second hand at his crotch, his wife joining the other woman in stroking his hard package inside his pants. He groaned into her mouth. Rhonda's hands left his body and moved to his face, holding his chin. She mouthed 'I love you' and moved back to sit in the closest chair. He could see her nipples pushing out of her tee shirt.

Danielle had slipped behind him and, reaching around the front, began unbuttoning his shirt, slipping her hands inside to stroke his chest as Walt faced his wife. She slipped the shirt down off his arms, and her hands moved to his belt, opening it, and unfastening his pants. Walt stretched his hands behind him stroking her hips through the light fabric, feeling nothing underneath them. Danielle pulled the zipper down and pushed the waistband off his hips, and his pants pooled at his ankles. She kissed the back of his shoulders as her fingers slipped into the sides of his boxer briefs. 

Walt looked at his wife. She had pulled her leg up in the chair, and one hand played lazily at the crotch of her shorts. The tip of her tongue was visible at her lips as Danielle began slipping the underwear down, stretching the elastic in the front to free his erection, then trailed her cheek down his back as she lowered herself, taking his underwear down his legs, leaving him naked, facing his wife, hard and ready. Walt felt her warm lips at his butt cheek as her hands came back up his legs, slowly up the outside of his thighs. A wet tongue slipped into the top of his ass crack, sliding down, and he wriggled at the sensation as it approached his anus. She pulled away, and her hands moved to the front, grasping his cock at the base with both hands, and then slowly sliding one up the shaft, smearing the pre-cum that oozed from the tip with one thumb. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 10



Rhonda had opened the shorts now; had a hand down inside the front as she stared at him while Danielle stroked his cock. Then the younger woman was in front of him, still on her knees, and he felt her mouth on his cock head, and he broke the gaze with his wife to look down at her as his shaft began to disappear into her mouth. As he looked down, she looked up, and she smiled around his dick, meeting his eyes with hers, sparkling, alive and lecherous. He groaned as he felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat; she was holding it there, she had about three-quarters of his shaft in her mouth, and her tongue was tickling the underside. He groaned. 

"Oh, fuck, Danielle, that's incredible."

Raising her eyebrows, she bobbed her head a few times, then pulled off with a wet sucking pop. She rubbed the wet head on her lips and shifted her position, turning her body, to face Rhonda in the chair. He watched as she looked directly at his wife and took his cock into her mouth again, sucking it for Rhonda this time, giving her the full view of his shaft sliding between her lips. Rhonda moaned, and pushed her hand deeper into her shorts, the other fondling her breast. 

"Your hubby has a nice cock," the girl said to his wife, then licked the head, and opening her mouth, bobbed a few long strokes before pulling off, and holding the shaft against her face. "But I didn't come here to blow him, did I?"

Still kneeling, she turned to look at Walt, and raised a hand to him, and he helped her to her feet. Still dressed, she pressed the length of her slim and sexy body against his, pressing her tummy against his hard cock, her hands at his chest, and her sweet face and eager seductive, an inch from his as she spoke. "Looks like Rhonda's ready," she whispered, "I can feel that you're ready," she cooed. "You wanna see how ready I am?" She pulled her body from his and, taking his hand, led him to the bed, walking him past Rhonda. She stopped him at the edge of the bed, his back to his wife, as she crawled onto the bed, her skirt rising up the backs of her thighs, almost exposing her. She turned her head to Rhonda, who was wriggling in her shorts. "You may want to take those off, they'll just be in the way," she advised. She waited for the married older woman to push her shorts and panties down. Walt turned to see her, naked now, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair, her shaved pussy exposed as her fingers teased the opening between her lips. Grinning, he turned back to Danielle, who was waiting for his attention on her hands and knees on the bed. Supporting herself with one hand, she moved the other to the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it up over the curve of her ass cheeks, exposing the delectable globes and her glistening shaved lips. She adjusted her knees, spreading herself.

"Damn, that's nice," Walt squeaked. Her hand stroked one ass cheek.

"Well, are you going to just look, or are you going to lick my pussy?"

Walt needed no additional encouragement, and dropped to his knees behind her, tongue extended, and took a long swipe up, from where her inner lips peeked out, up between her puffy shaved labia, past her opening, and all the way to her crinkled bud. He groaned as her flavors coated his tongue, and he heard a squeal from Danielle. Then, his hands on her ass cheeks, he burrowed into her hole, tasting the thick syrupy juices emanating from her, inhaling her lovely arousal, and basking in the wetness that coated his face. With his tongue in her sex, his nose was pressed into her anus, and he felt her push back onto his face. 

"Oh, yeah, Walt, lick that juicy pussy, baby, suck my juice out." He felt her hips wriggle. "I can feel you, is that your nose in my ass, dirty boy?" 

"M-mph, hmph," he answered, his response muffled in her flesh as he lapped her juices out. 

She arched her back, pushing her pussy out to him, and he took the hint, lowering his aim, and targeting her clit. Dropping a hand below her he spread her wide, spearing his tongue onto her erect button, circling it with the tip and she cried out.

"Oh, that's it, baby, that's the spot! Right there!" She squealed delightfully, and Walt responded, lashing her erect clit with vigor. "Oh, yeah, Walt, lick my pussy, baby!" He pressed his face deeper, his nose slipping between her wet lips, and he held his breath a few seconds before pulling back. He spent a few more minutes working her towards her orgasm, as she responded vocally, and then she pulled her pussy away from his face. He felt her hand on his head, pulling him up as she moved back to his face. His tongue pushed into her wet hole and he tried to lap up the juices.

"No, not there," she said, coaxing his head up with her hand.

"Oh, yeah, Walt, do it to her," he heard Rhonda encourage.

His head followed her hand until his tongue moved up past her slit, into her crack and he took a swipe across her starfish, feeling the muscle tighten at his touch; then he delicately licked around the outside of her back door. He inhaled her sweet musk as he bathed the outside of her knot, teasing it to open for him, and when his felt it loosen a little, burrowed the tip of his tongue inside. 

"O-oo, yeah, that's nice, lick my sweet ass out! Rhonda, you see your man? You see him tongue fuck my ass for you?" Walt heard his wife grunt her assent over his own slurping and moaning. "He's so hot for me, Rhonda. Look at him, licking out my pretty asshole." She lowered her voice to a sultry tone. "Is his dick hard? Is he nice and hard for my pussy?"

"Yes -s," Rhonda hissed, "I can see his cock throbbing, God, it's dripping cum for you already."

"Oh, baby, your man is going to fuck me so good." She raised her voice. "Right, Walter?" Walt grunted, not stopping his back door stimulation. "Good boy, don't stop licking to answer. You'll do what I tell you, right Walt?" He grunted again, overwhelmed with lust, jamming his tongue into her puckered anus, sucking at it. "Put your fingers in my cunt, Walt, and rub my clit, make me cum with your tongue up my ass!" 

He released her cheeks, keeping his tongue at work, and slipped a pair of fingers from one hand into her wet pussy. They slipped in easily; damn, he thought, she's dripping wet. His other hand reached for her clit, and he began rubbing. He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted it now, his cock was yearning, aching for this hot young pussy. He was no longer thinking about his wife watching, he was doing this just for his own desire. He stroked his fingers in and out, fucking her with two digits, rubbing her G-spot and her clit while he licked her ass. He heard her groan, and push onto his fingers, and knew he was pleasing her. 

"Oh, yeah, fuck that pussy. Can you see him, Rhonda?" He was astounded at how vocal she was, that she was getting off having her there, watching. "That's right baby, finger yourself like he's fingering me, but you do it alone; I have your man, baby. Oh, his fingers and tongue are going to make me cum, I feel it."

She was pushing back harder now, and Walt forced his hand to meet her thrusts, driving his fingers inside her, stretching her slick walls, still rimming her, and then he felt her ass clench as her body tensed with the coming explosion. She began crying out, making unintelligible sounds, escalating; from behind him he heard his wife echoing Danielle. And then she let out a sustained yell, and her juices gushed out over his hand, soaking his fingers, and he pulled them out, maintaining contact with her clit. He dropped his tongue to her spread lips, tasting the cum as it poured from her hole. He slobbered it up as she rode the wave, her shouts becoming shorter, less intense, until she was groaning and taking heaving breaths as her body released its hold on her, and he felt her legs relax. 

He sat back, pulling his wet face from her crotch, stroking her outer lips gently with two slick fingers as she breathed deeply and sighed. He risked a glance at Rhonda, slumped in her chair, one hand still lazily playing with her own shaved lips, just as his were. He grinned at her, and she smiled lazily, a deep, satisfied look in her eyes. 

Danielle pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it off the bed, then rolled onto her side, facing Rhonda. "Did you like that? You liked seeing your man hot for me, so hot for my cunt that he licks out my ass and makes me cum?" Naked now, her breasts jutted from her chest, nipples firm and hard, with small, brown crinkled areole. She looked at Walt as he climbed onto the bed on his knees, his cock hard and sticking out from his groin like a divining rod finding its source. "Look at his cock, so hard for me, he wants my cunt, wants to fuck my hot cunt with his hard cock." 

"Yes, he wants to fuck you," Rhonda answered mindlessly. She was so hot, so lost in her voyeuristic lust; he'd never seen her so possessed. "I want him to; I want him to fuck your pussy."

"Come closer, baby, get a good look." She waggled a finger to Rhonda, and she raised herself from her chair on wobbly legs. "Sit here, baby, so you can see." Rhonda sat on the edge of the bed, one leg curled under her, facing Walt over the young lady's prone naked form. "Did you cum," Danielle asked, "did you make yourself cum when he made me cum?"

"Yes, it was so hot, I- I fingered myself," she replied meekly. 

Walt was stroking his cock slowly, watching the interaction between the ladies. Danielle took Rhonda's hand from her lap. "M-mm, I see your fingers, they're all wet." She lifted the hand to Rhonda's face. "Suck it off, baby, taste your pussy." She moved the hand to Rhonda's face, and Walt nearly came as his wife took the fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices from her fingers. Danielle reached behind her, and grabbed Walt's hand, pulling him across her body. "Now taste mine," she said, "suck my pussy off your man's fingers, you like that?" she asked as Rhonda slipped Walt's fingers where his wife's had been, sucking the wet residue from his digits, making cooing sounds as she did. "I'm going to have his cock, but all you can have is the taste of my pussy." She looked at Walt, a sly expression in her eyes. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you suck his cock after he fucks me." 

Walt heard his wife make a yummy sound around his fingers, felling her tongue rolling over them, sucking every last drop of the other woman's cum from him. 

"You'd like that? To suck his cock after he fucks me? His cock is mine tonight, he wants me, to fuck my cunt, Rhonda. But I will let you suck his cock after. If you're good."

"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes, I want him to fuck you, and I want to suck his cock after!" 

Danielle squealed with delight and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, exposing her shaved pussy for the married couple. She fondled her breasts, teasing the nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Then be a good girl, and put him in me. Take his cock, and put it in my cunt, so your man can fuck me like he wants to!" She was grinning broadly, and Walt had to wonder just what the hell they talked about downstairs.

He was still watching Danielle when he felt his wife's hand grip his shaft and pull him. He felt a thrill run through him, from his dick to his chest, as she squeezed him, directing him. On his knees, he scrambled to follow her tug, placing himself between the prone woman's legs, her knees raised, her lips open and swollen, the slight red inside just visible. He glanced at Rhonda, but she seemed transfixed by the space between Danielle's legs as she pulled her husband's cock closer. Walt inched forward until Rhonda was rubbing the dripping head of his cock between the lips, pushing them apart, sliding his head through the moisture, and teasing the clit. Fuck, he thought, my wife is rubbing my cock on another woman's wet cunt! He nearly came at the idea, but fought for control. 

Rhonda looked at him now, her face at the height of his chest, and she craned her neck up to him as she positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance. "Fuck her, Walt, let me see you fuck her, I want to see your cock going in." Walt was suddenly gripped by an undeniable urge, as the excitement and anticipation possessed him, and he lunged his hips forward, pushing his wife's fingers against the pussy he was sliding into, pressing her hand between them as he slipped most of the way into her wet sheath.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I wanted! " Danielle shouted. "Yeah! Give me that cock Walt! Fuck me!" Rhonda pulled her hand away as Walt began taking long strokes, now pushing himself all the way in, watching his cock emerge slick with her juices. Rhonda knelt on the bed at Danielle's side, looking from her face to her pussy, watching her husband fuck her, and she opened her knees and began playing with herself again. Walt had no time to watch, after a quick glance that looked like his wife had three fingers inside her pussy. He turned his attention to the hot cunt he was fucking, and changed his position to grind his pubic bone into her, pressing deep, feeling his head bumping the back wall of her pussy. 

He watched her breasts jiggle as he pounded her, watching the nipples sway from side to side. Danielle wasn't talking now, just single words, yeah, and oh, and fuck, as she panted, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. His cock felt tremendous inside her, as though it might burst, straining to fill her tight pussy. He plowed into her, again and again, increasing the pace slightly at first, then giving her a rapid, hard pounding for a few minutes as Danielle cried out. Her pitch increased, her cries became sharper, and Walt thought she might be building to a climax. He grabbed her thighs, pulling them against his chest, then slid his hands up to grasp her calves, and spread her wider, watching his cock slide in and out. 

Rhonda groaned, and he looked at her; she was staring wild-eyed at his cock penetrating the pussy before him. From the corner of his eye he saw Daniele reach out and take his wife's free hand, squeezing it, then moving it between his wife's legs to join her other hand, still busy at her pussy. Fuck, he thought, she's touching Rhonda's pussy, and Rhonda opened her legs wider, allowing Danielle's fingers to join her own. 

"Oh, fuck, that's hot," he gasped, and froze. 

Rhonda saw him looking down at her. "Oh, my God," she gasped.

"Hey, never you mind, Walt," Danielle ordered, "you just keep just keep your mind on fucking." Against his will, he tore his eyes from the pair of hands playing with his wife's pussy and resumed his thrusts. It didn't take long to get Danielle back to her pleasure level, but he stole surreptitious peeks between Rhonda's legs just the same. 

As he fucked her, he heard her voice crescendo again, her exclamations louder, her cries becoming more urgent, and he felt his excitement grow with hers. For a second he considered slowing, allowing his build to recede, and rebuild, but his body would have none of that; his hips lunged on their own, and he felt his balls tighten and clench as his finish threatened to overwhelm him. 

"Don't cum in me yet," Danielle warned through her panting breath. "Pull it out." Walt froze, dumbfounded. "Pull it out, now, I promised. " Walt pulled back as directed, his cock popping up into his lap as it emerged from Danielle's hole, which stood open and gaping at him. The blonde pulled her hand from between Rhonda's legs and raised it to his wife's head, pushing her head down.

"I said you could if you were good, and you've been very good, sweetie," she told his wife, pushing her head down. "Suck your man's dick." Walt watched, fascinated as his wife's head lowered over Danielle's body, her mouth opening, and enveloped his slick shaft. He felt her tongue on the underside, tickling the head, and she bobbed up and down, stroking him with her mouth, making yummy sounds as Danielle egged her on.

"Yeah, baby, suck his cock, taste my pussy on your man's dick, you dirty girl, that's it," she cooed, her hand back between his wife's legs. "You're so hot, watching him fuck me, fuck, you're so wet."

Rhonda's eyes looked up at her husband, his dick almost slipping from his mouth, but she kept the head inside, swirling her tongue around it, sucking the fuck off his meat. Then she groaned, and his cock dropped out. Not waiting for instruction, he aimed it back at Danielle's pussy and resumed his thrusts, as the younger girl cried out again. He pumped her, and her cries increased, and then she was cumming, her pussy clenching his cock as her juices poured out, soaking his balls. The sights and sounds and sensations of her climax drove him over the top, and his body released, launching his first strong blasts deep within the sweltering depths of her cunt, filling her with his hot cream as he bellowed and moaned. His hips clenched and his legs and chest tightened as he came, until his final smaller spasms finished emptying his balls into her, and he collapsed backwards, sitting back on his feet, his cock still inside. 

In a flash, Rhonda was on him, pushing him back, out from between Danielle's legs, and her mouth took him deep, sucking the combined juices of their passion, grunting as she slobbered the creamy fluids off his cock. He thrilled at it until his cockhead was too sensitive, and then he pulled back, pulling her head up and kissing her, tasting pussy and cum in the kiss, his head dizzy with passion, until they collapsed on the bed on either side of the young lady. 

*

"So, you two guys are really hot," Danielle said, lounging back in the living room, dressed in a robe Rhonda had loaned her. Similarly clad, Rhonda sat next to Walt on the sofa after pouring the wine.

"Us? How about you?"

"Me? I just have the fun where I can find it, but you guys," she said, lifting her glass in a toast, "you guys are great together, so happy, so sexy." She sipped. "How long have you been playing around like this?"

"Well, THIS was a first for us," Walt joked, and looked at Rhonda. "But we've been having out adventures for what, a couple of months now?"

Rhonda nodded, taking Walt's hand and clasping it contentedly between her own, in her lap, her legs crossed, the top knee parting her robe, exposing her lower leg. "I think I remember Walt saying he told you how it began?"

"Yes." She scrutinized them. "That must have been a difficult time for both of you."

Walt leaned to his wife and kissed the top of her head tenderly as Rhonda answered. "Yes, but no. We were both enjoying ourselves, but separately, and the guilt was brutal." She looked up at her husband. "But the suspicion and fantasy was exciting."

"Yeah," he agreed.

"But we'd never go back to that."

"Absolutely not. Enjoying it was fun, but enjoying it together, that's something entirely different, a whole new level," he grinned, and felt her squeeze his hand.

"Wow, that's great. I hope I met someone who can share my desires like that," Danielle said wistfully. She wrinkled her nose. "My recent boyfriends, not so much." With a shrug of her shoulders she took another sip, draining her glass. "Let me ask you, though, you still do it, you know, regular? Together?"

"Oh, hell yes!" Walt blurted, at the same time Rhonda said, "Definitely!" They laughed along with their guest. Rhonda nodded to him. "You go."

"Yeah, better than ever," he continued, reaching for the bottle to refill Danielle's glass, and topping his own and Rhonda's. "It's like we got to fulfill our own fantasies, things we'd never discussed, and fulfilling each others, and we're more open about what feels good, what we like, what we want," he told her, looking to Rhonda, who nodded her confirmation. "Communication is the key. And," he added, "admitting that you like it, not being afraid, or ashamed of your wants and desires."

"That's so great," Danielle confirmed. She stood, holding her wine glass. "So answer two more questions for me, if you don't mind. Sorry I'm being so nosy." 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 10



"No, don't worry about it."

"Okay, first." She looked at them, snuggled together on the couch. "Do you ever repeat? You know," she paused, "do either of you have a person back, for another, uhm, get-together?"

They both grinned. "No. Or rather, not yet." Rhonda said, nudging Walt with her shoulder.

"But you might?"

"We'd definitely consider it," Walt chimed in, and turned to his wife. "Right?"

"Actually, I'm considering Frank!"

They laughed.

"Okay then, last question," Danielle said, and shrugged her robe open. "Anyone up for round two?" 



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 11



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fantasy series of a married couple enjoying a new phase of their relationship. Thanks to all who have followed the series and continued to read of their adventures, and commented, voted, favorite or sent me a note. 

Civil comments always welcome!




It was several days later, after dinner, that Rhonda took the remote from Walt and turned off the television.  She had gotten annoyed watching him flip through every channel in the cable guide, and then got irritated when he went through it a second time.

"Forget it Walt, there's nothing on," she said, and they stared at each other for a moment, until he laughed at the long standing joke of using the remote. She would frequently call it 'his other dick' because it was always in his hand or nearby. The laughter died down, and they snuggled comfortably. 

"So," he hinted, nuzzling her neck, "what should we do instead?"

"That, of course," she replied, but pulled gently away, "but not yet; let's talk first."

Walt's spine stiffened a little. "Good talk or bad talk?"

"Oh, no, good talk," she explained. "Silly. Unless there's something I should know?"

"Nope. Nothing." He leaned to her and kissed her, and she kissed back, their hands comfortably going to the places they felt the best, his to her back and hips, hers to his face and shoulders. They smiled, and each enjoyed the other feeling good. "So," he asked, "what's good to talk about?"

"Well," she began, "why don't we start with Danielle?"

"M-mm, my current second favorite topic."

"Oh, really? What's your first?"

He looked at her with an expression of disbelief. "Duh? You! Always!"

"O-oh," she snuggled into him. "Good answer."

"True answer, too," he told her. "So," he started again, pulling her backwards so that her back rested against his chest, sideway on the couch, their legs extended and mingled. "What about Danielle?"

"Well, clearly, we both enjoyed her visit," she began, a little vaguely.

"Her visit, yeah," he joked. "The tea and crumpets were delicious."

"Ok, fine if you want to be obvious. I assume you enjoyed fucking her? You looked like you had fun."

"You looked like you had fun watching," he added smartly. He squeezed her against himself. "And participating." He kissed the back of her neck.

"It was so sexy," she said. "She was so sexy, I'm glad you brought her home." She snuggled into him, slipping under his shoulder, holding his forearm, and resting his hand over her breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze. She felt perfect, so warm, so relaxed and comfortable.

"Kind of a dirty mouth on her, huh?" He touched her nipple lightly. "Did you like her talking to you like that? Teasing and taunting you about fucking me?"

"God, couldn't you tell? She got me so hot I couldn't control myself." She pressed her hand over his, on her breast, feeling the warm sensations through her chest. She was completely relaxed, completely at ease with herself, her husband and their new, open relationship. "You remember what she said?"

"She said quite a bit," he chuckled. 

"In between, when we were talking, and she asked about us?" She took his other hand and absentmindedly kissed his fingertips. "She asked if we ever invited anyone back."

"Sure, I remember. Why?" He caressed the nipple now, bringing it to hardness. She sighed. "You want to invite her back already?"

"No, not yet," she said entangling her fingers in his. "But soon, yes." There was a pause, and he waited for her to finish. "Frank first, I think," she said plainly.

"You liked him, huh?"

"Yeah, I did. He was so, well, respectful." She twisted her body around, until she could look up into his face. "You know, since we started this, I've had a number of men," she began, "and they were all hot, at the moment, and each memorable in their own way. But Frank, he was different. I guess because I got to know him a little before..."

"Before you fucked him?"

"Stop, you're being crude," she giggled. "But yes, I guess you're right. The rest of them, the ones before, there was an attraction, and they satisfied a need I had, a desire." He looked at her with a twinkle. "Ok, I was horny, and they fucked me good," she laughed, and he smiled at her. She laid her head back onto his shoulder, and he held her close to him. "But with Frank, I spent time getting to know him. And I think, because of that, he did more than just fuck me good." She rubbed his chest and pinched his nipple lightly, the way he had done hers. "Make no mistake, he fucked me good!" He laughed with her, and beginning to get aroused, she continued. "His cock was so nice, so hard for me, and when I sucked him off, after, it was so hot." She looked up at him again, saw the arousal in his face, mirroring her own. "You remember, you saw me."

"I'll never forget," he assured her, "especially after you re-enacted the parts I missed!"

"I don't want you to miss it again," she told him, then turned up the heat with her words. "Seeing you with Danielle was so hot, seeing you together, seeing how hot you were, how you fucked her cunt." She was laying it on thick now. "I want you to see me, to see me that hot." She slipped her hand down his body, rubbed across the growing bulge in his pants. "I want you to see me take his cock in me, in my pussy," she hissed, "in my hot cunt."

"M-mm, you say the nastiest things when you get horny, don't you?"

"Do you want to see me? Up close, like I watched you?"

"Hell yes!" he confirmed. "Do you think he'll go for that?"

"I don't really know," she said wistfully. She grinned at him. "He went for me, though."

"Yes he did," Walt agreed, "and who can blame him, you seductress! Once you set your sights on him, there was no hope of escape!"

She slapped his chest playfully and giggled with him as they hugged. Settling back down, she added, "He's knows I'm married."

"So," he suggested, "maybe you call him, and tell him you want to see him again, and you get him to agree, but only on the condition that I'll be there watching."

"But what if he says..."

"Or, better yet, you tell him you want us both!"

She stalled, then lifted her head to look at him. "A threesome?"

"Would you do that? Would you like it?"

She felt herself moisten and twinge. "Are you asking me if I'd like to have two men drooling over me at the same time and have two hard cocks to play with?" She put her hand over his mouth. "Don't answer yet." She slipped her body on top of his, rubbing her crotch into his, feeling his excitement beneath her. "Are you asking me if I want him to fuck me while I suck your cock? Or if I want you to fuck me while I suck his, so you can see me, up close, with his cock in my mouth? Is that what you're asking?" She watched his eyes narrow and felt his hips pumping up into her. If not for their clothes, she knew, they would be fucking already. She took her hand from his mouth. "Are you asking me if I want to suck you both, and then have another cock to fuck after one of you has already finished?"

"Yes, you dirty, married slut, that's what I'm asking, all that, and maybe more."

"More?"

His hands reached for her ass, grabbing her cheeks and fondling them roughly as he pushed his hips up into her, pressing his hard cock between her legs." What if we both want to fuck you at the same time?"

"But how would ... Oh! You mean one in my pussy and the other in my ass?"

"Would you like that? Would you like two cocks fucking you at once?"

"I don't know, I- I never..." Her words were lost as he kissed her, hard, and she humped his bulging erection as their tongues twirled and danced, hands roaming over each other. One of his settled between her cheeks, poking at her back door. She squirmed into his body.

"You like that? You liked it when I licked you. You liked when I put my thumb up your ass when I fucked you, like I did to the girl from the bar. Have you thought about it?" His words were hot in her ear, and she felt his lips brushing her neck, in that soft spot on the side, just below her hairline. "Don't lie to me," he teased. "Do you want to try it?"

"With you, yes," she hissed, and her hands went to his crotch, worming their way between their bodies, finding his bulge and caressing it. "Yes, I want your cock in my ass," she announced breathily, "I- I want you now, I want you to fuck my tight ass!"

He twisted under her, rolling himself on top, and kissed her with uncontrolled passion, and she swooned at his reaction. God, he was hot for her, and she felt the same! Not even doing it yet, and he was out of control, just from the idea and the talk. She felt her pussy gush and swell and her back door twitched as she imagined penetration.

"You want to do that?" she continued, tweaking his arousal. "You want to fuck my ass?"

"God, you know I do!"

"Let's go upstairs," she said quietly. "You get some towels from the bathroom and I'll get the lube." She squeezed his cock through his pants, thinking she'd never felt him this big or hard. "And don't you dare go soft on me!"

"The way you talk? No way!"

A few minutes later they were in the bedroom, scrambling to remove their clothes. True to his word, he was rock hard as they kissed, standing, and he gently lowered her to the bed, on her back, their mouths still connected, hands roaming and groping each other frantically. She pulled back, and panted her excitement. "Get off," she told him, "let me turn over." He pulled back onto his knees and watched as she rolled onto her elbows and knees, and jutted her ass back at him. "You have to get me ready, first," she told him," to help me relax," she offered in a coy, playful tone, "I've never been fucked in my ass before, you know."

"Don't I know it," he replied, caressing the full mounds of her fleshy cheeks. His fingers played at her crack, dancing around her back door, but not touching it. "It's going to be great." He leaned down and kissed her on each cheek, before moving his mouth to her crinkled muscle. She felt it twitch as she gasped, and he brushed it lightly with the tip of his tongue. She cooed as his tongue bathed her virgin opening. He licked her more forcefully, feeling the rubbery skin respond as he worked the sensitive nerve endings, and then poked the tip into her; she felt the muscle resist, and she forced it to relax and loosen, and he pointed his tongue and pushed it in, and she swooned as the sensation of his firm tongue's penetration rushed through her. She had made sure to wash herself thoroughly before starting, and hoped he appreciated the soapy scent of her fresh ass. From his urgent activity, he did!

"Oh, yeah, you dirty boy, lick my ass, fuck my ass with your tongue," she teased. "Get me ready for your hard cock. God, I'm going to take your cock up my ass!" She heard him moan at her words, and she thrilled at the reaction her erotic goading inspired in him. 

She felt his saliva dripping down her crack, mixing with the juices dribbling out of her. Her pussy was wet and aching, but tonight, this night, she would have to settle for her own fingers on her clit. She dropped her shoulders to the bed, extending her torso, and pushing her ass into his face as her hand slipped between her legs, brushing her wet lips and sliding up to her emerging button. His tongue was deep in her, his lips pressed hard against her ass, and she could feel it pushing in, digging inside her back door, god, it was so hot, so nasty! She relaxed her body, concentrating on opening her hole for him as the wet muscle penetrated her. And then he pulled back, but only for a second before his finger was at her hole. He played with the opening, teasing it with a fingertip, and then felt a cool liquid coating her.

As he added the lube, she felt his finger press inside her, and her ass opened and welcomed the slender intrusion. He worked the lubed digit inside her, coating her insides, slipping it in and out, and swirling it inside her. A slight feeling of fullness took her, mildly uncomfortable, but enticingly rewarding. She felt the finger probing her depths, pushing at her inner ring, and felt more lube before the finger, deeper than his thumb had ever gone, probed past her inner muscle, forcing it open and pressing inside, and she groaned.

"Oh, fuck, that's so good," she sighed. "Finger my ass baby, stretch me open for your cock."

"It's so tight, Rhonda," he observed with glee, "your ass is gripping my finger!"

She clenched in response, and heard him gasp as her muscles gripped him. She pulsed her sphincter several times, then released the grip, allowing him to add a second finger. The feeling of fullness increased, and he added more lube. 

"Yeah, two fingers," he growled, "can you feel it stretching? It's so hot inside." 

"It feels tight," she hissed back, "stretch it more. I'll tell you when to stop, if it hurts too much."

"Does it hurt?"

"A little, of course," she acknowledged, "but not enough to stop." She looked back at him over her shoulder. "I want my ass filled with your cock, Walt," she insisted, "I don't want to wait. Remember, the next time I might have Frank in my cunt already." She watched him roll his eyes in pleasure at the thought, and she felt another rush of sexual excitement run through her, layering on top of her already heightened senses. "Or," she teased, "it might be you in my cunt, or my mouth, and I'll let Frank fuck my ass." She heard her husband groan, and push his fingers harder inside. "Would you like to see him take my butt? Are you imagining my tight ring opening for his cock?"

"I'm seeing it open for mine, first."

"So, go ahead. Stretch my asshole, open my tight little hole for your hard cock!"

"I'm going to spread my fingers," he warned, "hold on." She inhaled sharply as her ring stretched painfully, and took a few short breaths until the shock passed, leaving only the throbbing of the resistance in her. She felt her fingers of her free hand clutching the sheets in a tight ball, and forced herself to relax, taking deep breaths.

"Oh, fuck, that's incredible," she cried out. She felt a cooling wetness, and knew he was adding more lube, directly inside her. 

"I can see inside you," he murmured," I can see Inside your ass, my fingers have you opened up, oh, fuck, that's hot!" She felt his fingers move in and out again, slowly but forcefully, and then she felt another stretch, and gasped. "How's that; too much?" he asked, "I'm pushing three fingers into your ass. Are you okay?"

"Yes," she assured him, feeling herself relax after the first sudden ache. "Yes, it's- its," she gasped as he pushed further, "Oh, fuck, it's so tight, hold it..."

He held still, and she breathed through the adjustment, allowing her rectum to acclimate to the invasion. As the muscles adapted the pain subsided, still there, but not hurting, just existing as part of the experience. 

"I think I'm ready," she said, "are you hard?"

"Are you kidding? I'm like a rock! Hold yourself open so I can lube up."

"Okay, go slow," she said. "And use a LOT of lube." Turning her face to the side she rested her head on the pillow and reached behind herself with both hands and spread her cheeks, pulling them wide, and her fingertips found her opening and pulled herself open, keeping the ring from closing. She heard the wet sound of him stroking his cock, coating himself, and then felt a few drips on her open hole. She hummed in anticipation. And then she felt it. The first touch of his bulbous, spongy cockhead at her hole. She pulled her fingers away, holding her cheeks open as he rubbed across her open back door, teasing her starfish with his helmet. 

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, fuck my ass baby, my ass is hot for your cock," she urged. "Go slow, though."

"I will. Tell me when to stop." She heard him take a breath, and she did the same, and she felt the pressure, and pushed her ass out, opening herself from the inside, and the pressure increased, almost too much, just at the edge, until she felt a pop as her muscle gave way, and his head entered her.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out." Stop!" She felt him pause. "Don't pull out, just leave it like that." Her ass was crying against the invasion, rebelling and begging at the same time. She wanted it, needed it, but fought to keep her ass from expelling the head of his cock. She breathed, and relaxed, and told him she was ready for more. 

She felt the push again, the stretch, and then the pressure on the inner ring, the one that held closed, the exit door. She felt her resistance to the intrusion, and waited eagerly for her body to give in. More pressure, then more, and she felt the twinge of surrender as her interior ring opened in the wrong direction, in instead of out, and the filled, stretched open feeling overwhelmed her as his cock slipped inside. She let out a loud moan, and was swept with a feeling of completeness and satisfaction. 

"Oh, fuck, I have a cock on my ass, fuck, fuck," she babbled, "is it all the way in? God it feels so wrong, so... fuck it feels so good!"

"About halfway," she heard him reply. 

"Go ahead, push it in, push it all the way in now, I want it," she commanded, "I want your whole cock up my ass, do it, aaaah!" She cried out as she felt her bowels fill up, felt her insides push back, trying to expel him, and she panted, relaxing, allowing her body to adjust as he held still inside her. She felt his legs pressing against hers, and she released her cheeks, clutching the bed sheets and squealing.

"Oh, fuck, I'm so full!" She barked. "I'm full of cock, my ass is filled with your cock, Walt, fuck, that's so good!" He held still as she pushed back, waiting for her to give the go ahead, and she told him, when she was ready, to go slow.

He pulled back a little, not exiting her inner ring, and it felt like she was taking a shit until he reversed direction again and came back inside, slowly, filling her again. He repeated the process several times, sighing as he went out, and grunting as he pushed back in.

"I think I'm ready," she advised. "God, does it feel as good to you as it does to me?"

"It's so fucking tight," he hissed at her, "so hot inside, it's incredible!"

She felt his hands on her cheeks, spreading her. "How does it look?" she asked

"So fucking hot," he moaned, "your ass is stretched so tight, you look so hot taking my cock in your ass!"

"Fuck me, Walt," she told him. "Fuck my hot ass with your cock!"

She gripped the sheets tighter with her fists as Walt began pumping, slowly, taking half strokes, feeling the alternating sensations of penetration and evacuation. There was no pain now, just a slight discomfort, and unusual sense of strange and new wrongness underlying the incredible erotic feelings. She became aware of his motions stimulating her pussy from behind as the pressure caressed the back of her g-spot, and her body trembled with delight. Then he pulled further out, and reinserted himself, longer, full strokes, pulling and pushing himself through her inner ring, creating a fully open, vulnerable feeling that coupled with her fullness and arousal, taking her to new heights of arousal. She crooned her delight.

"Oh-h, fuck, yeah, fuck my tight ass, fuck, it's so good, so tight, so full! I can't believe it, fuck me, fuck my ass hard!" She felt his hands grip her hips tighter, and she slipped a hand beneath herself to finger her clit as his thrusts increased in length and power, she felt his legs banging against hers, felt his balls hitting her wet pussy, as she fingered herself while he pounded, and felt her orgasm begin to mount inside her. It felt different as it swelled, building from her ass out, not centered in her pussy, her entire insides joining in the slow crescendo. Her finger picked up speed and intensity as Walt pounded her tight ass. 

"Fuck, your ass is so good, baby, I'm fucking your ass hard, your tight ass loves my cock. God, it's so fucking nasty, so hot!" He grunted, then moaned. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum in your ass, your fucking ass!"




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 11



"Yeah! Fill my ass with cum, baby. Fill it!" She had a sudden thought of Frank, feeling Frank fucking her ass, and her clit responded, her orgasm rode up to the edge, and she told her husband. "I want cum in my ass. I want yours; I want Frank's cum too. Do you want to see him fuck my ass? Want to watch him fuck my ass and fill me with his hot load?"

Walt groaned loudly and she felt him drive deeper, and hold there, and her ass muscles gripped him, feeling the rippling sensations as he exploded Inside her, felt the heat and liquid sensation of his cum filling her rectum, and his climax inspired hers, and she matched his screams as she came, the wave breaking through her, over her, taking her. Her body shook as the terrible spasms wracked her, and her pussy let loose its fluids, soaking her fingers, but she was only barely aware of it, as her brain exploded with her body, blanking out, trembling and shaking, aware only of the exquisite and uncontrollable pleasure overwhelming her.

It was several minutes before she was aware of herself again, as her orgasm subsided and her consciousness returned. She hadn't blacked out, but she had slipped away, and as she returned the different sensations came to her, her pounding heart, the rapid breaths, the dry mouth, the ach in her ass, the still full feeling as his cock twitched and softened, the wet oozing feeling inside her butt, and the soaking feeling at her hand, still at her pussy. Her breathing and heartbeat eased, and then she felt the sudden emptiness inside her as Walt pulled back, slipping from her, leaving her once virgin back door open, and sore and wet. Cum slipped out and she felt it drip down her crack. She felt him get off the bed and exit the room, saying something about cleaning himself. She assumed there might be some fecal matter involved, and promised herself to be sure she was clean the next time the urge took her.

She rolled over to her side and looked down at the bed. The movement made cum push out of her ass, and she shifted so as not to create a second wet spot, hoping that Walt brought her a towel. She looked where her pussy had been, and saw a darkened area much larger than she had ever seen before after sex. Her mind flashed back to her orgasm as her hand brushed the dampness, only to find it not damp, but fully soaked. 

Walt returned then, offering her a towel, the sweet man, but his eyes were drawn to her hand at the large wet area. She looked up at him with a sheepish grin. 

"I think I might have peed a little." 

"I thought I felt something when you came," he replied with a grin, and he walked around the bed behind her and wiped her ass.

"M-mm, be gentle, it s a little sore." He rubbed softly, wiping up the excess lube and her leakage. "It was pretty powerful," she observed, "I don't think I've ever felt an orgasm like that."

"It was bigger?"

"Not bigger, no. Strong, yes, but not the strongest." She paused in reflection. "But different, like it came from another place."

"Maybe you squirted," he offered, excitement evident in his voice. He leaned over her exposed hips, and offered a sniff to the wet spot. "Doesn't smell like pee."

"Squirted?" she asked. "What's that?"

"Female ejaculation." She looked at him with a complete lack of recognition, as though he'd spoken a foreign language. "Come on, you've heard of it." She shook her head. "Seriously?" he asked, then explained, "Some women, some say all women can, but some do, they, well, ejaculate. Fluid shoots out of them when they orgasm. It's from stimulating the g-spot." Her eyes opened wide at the revelation, and he chuckled. "I'll show you a video tomorrow. You really never heard of it?"

"No," she told him, and grinned. "How do you know?"

He blushed. "From watching porn, online." She expressed mock horror, and laughed, and he laughed with her. "Please, like you've never seen porn," he dismissed. She smiled and took the towels from him and finished wiping herself. She felt a little sore, maybe swollen, but in a good aching kind of way. I had anal sex, she thought, and her chest filled with pride, and something else, something sexy and unfamiliar. Something dirty? She finished wiping herself and left the towels between her legs and lay on her back. 

"Well, whatever it was," she said, "I want it again, it was incredible. What a release!"

"Well, the next time, I want to see it, up close," he chimed in, climbing next to her on the bed, and folding her body into his, her back against his chest. She snuggled back against him, feeling the warm comfort of his arms around her.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 12



"I've been thinking," Rhonda said as they finished dinner. Walt looked at her and saw the mischievous expression, the slight smile. Her eyes twinkled. They had had several conversations since trying anal for the first time, about inviting back Frank or Danielle. Some of those talks had resulted in hot sex. Most had continued during sex, as they wound each other up in discussions of threesomes. 

"I think I'm ready for it," she continued, clearing the plates.

"Danielle?" he asked hopefully.

"No silly," she chided teasingly. "Frank. I'm going to call him."

Walt flashed back to their discussions, remembering his wife expressing her desire to be sucking Frank's cock while Walt fucked her, or taking both of them at once, in her pussy and her ass at the same time. His cock began filling. 

"When?" he asked. 

"Soon, I think," she told him softly, sitting next to him. "First I have to find out if he's willing to come back." She took his hand and stroked it. "This isn't the same as picking up a guy I met in a bar, or at the rental car counter, you know," she told him, smiling, recalling some of her past partners. "I've never had anyone back for a second time. He's the only one I've ever considered it with, so this is new territory for me." He felt her soft fingertips in his palm. "Then I have to find out if he's willing to do me with you here." She looked at him with narrowed eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up in her tantalizing fashion. "In the same room." The corners of her mouth turned up more. "Watching him fuck me." Walt had to admire her skill; she was seducing him with talk of fucking a guy she had the hots for, and doing it in front of him. His cock stirred in response; oh, he thought, she knows me too well. 

"Once you get him to agree to do it with me there," he interjected, playing her game, "it's only a short step further to both of us doing you." He leaned to her and kissed the tip of her nose. "You're making me hard." 

"I know," she giggled, "I like you hard."

They embraced then, still sitting, and she adjusted herself to sit across his lap, one arm around the back of his neck, the other holding his hand in her lap. She played with his fingers as she spoke. "Are you going to be okay with another dick in the room?" she teased lightly. "Some guys, I understand, have an issue with that, you know; the gay thing." 

He laughed jovially. "You're funny," he chided her, and kissed her again. "Admittedly, I have not spent much time around the male erection, other than my own," he said with a smile. "Certainly not as much as you," he added. "Not including porn, the only two hard cocks other than mine I have ever seen were, hmm-m, let's see," he pretended to think. "Oh, yeah," he said, as though he just remembered. "They were both in your mouth." She laughed with him, and they kissed, then stood and finished cleaning up after dinner, talking as they worked. 

"You liked watching me suck those cocks, didn't you?"

"You already know that," he replied, and playfully slapped her ass.

"Yeah, but I like to hear it." She stood still for a second, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He put his mouth to her ear. "I loved watching you suck those cocks, seeing you enjoy yourself; it was so hot, and made my dick hard for you," he hissed, knowing his warm breath would make her spine tingle. She wriggled her ass back into him appreciatively. 

"M-mm, that's nice. You know how to make a girl feel sexy."

"You ARE sexy, Rhonda," he whispered. "And not only when I watch you suck cock, either. He kissed her neck and felt her shiver. "You're always sexy." 

"This won't be the same, you know," she commented, "he'll be right in the room."

"Will that make you hot and horny?" He released her, and they resumed their washing and cleaning up. 

"Oh, hell yes," she replied as they finished. She continued as they moved to the den. "Two hot guys who both want me, and two hard cocks to play with?" She laughed as they sat on the sofa, facing the television, but neither one moved to turn it on. "You bet it will! The question is," she asked, getting serious, "will you be okay with it?" He looked at her, waited for her to continue. "It won't be just looking from another room. He'll be right there, live and in color, flesh and blood," she described. "He won't be just a faceless cock to you, he'll be a real person." She looked at him earnestly. "Like when Danielle was here," she said, "but we're girls, we understand. Guys are ... I don't know...

"Weird?"

"For lack of a better word," she kidded. "As soon as there is more than one in the room, the competition starts, it seems. Whether sports or work or family or fun or drinking; it's always an egotistical score keeping. I can't imagine sex is much different!

"So you think we'll be comparing cock size?" he joked.

"Probably! And if you're even on that, it'll be a contest for who can fuck me better!"

He looked at her with a tight grin. "Would that be so bad?"

"Not for me!" she blurted. "I win either way!"

*

"I'm meeting him for lunch tomorrow."

"Really? You finally got the nerve up to call him?"

"Actually, we've spoken on the phone several times this week," she related, "just casual chat at first, you know, to get reacquainted. But yesterday I invited him out, and he said yes."

"Great," he said, prodding for more information. "What's the plan?"

"Easy there, big boy; calm down," she teased. "I'm playing it by ear for now. I'm not planning to just order a salad and ask him if he wants to come over and double team me with my husband!" She grinned, and wrinkled her nose in amusement. "Although that would be hot!" she added.

"So you'll just sit there chatting with him, thinking about having two cocks," he teased back, "getting all wet and excited, and pretend to have polite conversation? Talk about shopping?"

"No silly," she smiled, but answered more seriously "I plan to slowly bring up the subject of our last encounter, and tell him how much I liked it, and feel him out."

"You mean feel him up?"

"Well, no," she defended, "but I'll let him if he wants to!" They laughed. "No, like I said, I'll play it by ear, see how he reacts."

"And if he resists?"

"Who could resist?" she asked, and they laughed again. "No, if he seems resistant, I'll try harder, as long as he doesn't flat-out deny me." Her voice lowered, and she took his hands. "I really want this, Walt. The more I think about it, the more I want it."

"M-mm, and I know how you get when you want something."

"You got that right," she confirmed. "So, if he resists, it might take a little more time." She stepped into him and snaked her arms around him, settling into his embrace. "But I WILL have my two favorite cocks!"

*

"Nice to see you again, Frank," Rhonda said sweetly as he stood from the table, and then came around to pull out her chair as she sat. Before taking her seat she kissed him on the cheek, and as he made his way back to his chair she admired, "What a gentleman, holding a lady's chair for her. You are a delight."

He sat and flushed a little. "My parents taught me that manners count," he admitted. "But it's always easier with a beautiful woman." She blushed a little, and felt a rush from his compliment. "You look good, Rhonda." She thanked him, and congratulated herself on wearing a nice skirt, not overly dressy, but casual date nice. He poured her a glass of wine from the bottle and they toasted, and sipped, and looked at each other in silence. Finally he spoke.

"Well, that's a little awkward," he joked, and she laughed with him. "After our phone conversations went so well, too." He grinned sheepishly. "I was a little hesitant to see you, out of fear of just that moment - not knowing what to say or do once we were face to face."

She laughed and touched his hand. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable," she said. "I confess that seeing you again was, well, a little anxious for me as well." She hid her face as she felt herself blush again. All her prepared speech seemed inadequate and inappropriate now that she was here, and she felt a twitter in her stomach. He was just as handsome as she remembered, and a twinge of memory surged inside her, remembering their last encounter. "Okay," she blurted, "I'll go first." She took a breath. "I really enjoyed our time together, and I remember it fondly." She looked at him, held his gaze. "Very fondly. And often," she added.

She watched his face relax as the corners of his mouth turned up. "Well, that's a relief!" he kidded. "I was trying to prevent myself from hoping that you would feel that way, that nothing was wrong.... We didn't really discuss it in our polite phone conversations." He raised his glass to hers. "Here's to you then, Rhonda. You are the sexiest, most wonderful and giving woman I have ever met." They clinked glasses, and he added," and yes, our day together is never far from my memory, either."

Satisfied that he was still interested, she inquired, "So, how has your life been since? Any new prospects? New women in your life?"

"Actually, I have been on a few dates since then," he responded. "Nothing serious. Or , uh-m...intense." He looked at her, scrutinizing her, she thought. "Actually, I admit that it's been hard not to compare them to you."

"That's probably not fair," she joked, "I don't think you should be expecting them to all be as, ah-h... willing as I was when we met!"

He laughed with her, then clarified, "It's not just the, shall we say, adventurous nature," he said, "although that kind of stands out." He shook his head and smiled. "It's your way, the life in you, the way you carry yourself and conduct yourself," he explained, "your easy conversation and welcoming personality. Like this conversation, how open and free you are, so comfortable with yourself. Other women I've met," he stalled, and thought. "They seem, I don't know, pale in comparison. Does that make sense?"

She thought back to other men she had met and had sex with since she and Walt had begun playing, contemplating the difference between them and Frank. Yes, she thought, It does make sense. Because you're the only one I ever wanted to see again, to talk to, to - what? To have... a relationship with?

"I understand," she said, leaving the rest momentarily unspoken, then suddenly unable not to divulge her feelings. "I enjoyed your company as well." She looked him over, giving him the same scrutiny he'd given her. "My turn to confess, I guess," she said, touching his hand again, this time holding it loosely in hers. "You know that my husband and I are having ... our adventures," she said. "Before the day we met I had been with several other men who I had, ah-m, adventures with." She felt the blush again, and wondered why this should embarrass her. "But I never saw them again, they were, well, one-offs. I suppose." She paused, and struggled for her feelings, discarding her prepared speech, which was much more direct. "I guess maybe because we spent real time together; first. Maybe." And maybe, she thought, because there is a connection between us. It was hard to deny.

"Maybe," he repeated, agreeing.

"Anyway, I wanted you to know," she started, "I thought you should know that I've never called any of them back. Ever." She took a sip of wine. "You're my first," she added coyly.

"Well, I'm honored," he said with too much drama, then more sincerely added, "And glad."

Another uncomfortable silence ensued. Rhonda didn't know how to restart the conversation, and wondered at her jitters. Try as she might, sitting across from him, talking so openly of her feelings, she couldn't think of him as only a hard eager cock. That was what she wanted from him, wasn't it? But she was distracted by the cock's owner, and she found the distraction to be both pleasant and hard to ignore. 

She took a deep breath. "It was fun though, right?" she tried. 

"More than should be legal," he grinned. 

Silence settled on them again. Why was this so difficult? she wondered. All I have to do is tell him I want to fuck him again, and when he agrees, to tell him that Walt wants to join us. She laughed to herself. Ass! You were so confident! And now you stammer like a schoolgirl!

"Rhonda?"

"Huh?"

"Wow, where did you go just now?"

"What? What do you..."

"I called your name three times," he chuckled. "You were, I don't know, somewhere."

She laughed at herself. It was just too easy to like this man, and she felt a little selfish for having him here, hogging him to herself with another wonderful man at home, thinking some other woman somewhere is alone, wishing for just one of them. They talked a little while longer, about life, and work, and Frank's daughter, until lunch was done and Frank was paying the bill, and then fell again into an uneasy silence, only this time the pause was pregnant with possibility. 

"So, he asked as they stood from the table, Frank once again holding her chair for her, "what are you doing the rest of the afternoon?"

*

She fell back on the bed and watched him finish undressing, admiring his bare chest, the unruly hair showing a little bit of gray on his mature torso. She spread her legs invitingly as he dropped his pants and boxers, exposing his growing erection. Her hand slipped lazily between her legs, finding the wetness she knew was there, and gazed at him longingly. 

"Are you starting without me?" he asked as he folded his pants.

"Sorry," she said, smiling up and admiring his body as it moved toward her confidently. "Couldn't resist." She held her arms out to him as he climbed onto the bed and approached her, settling his large frame over hers. She wrapped her arms around him as he settled into her and they kissed, delicately at first, then with growing surrender to the passion they felt. She felt his organ press into her stomach, now fully hard, hot and as delicious as she remembered. She pressed up against him as his hands found her breasts.

He moved his head down to her chest as she slid her hands to the back of his head. He kissed and teased her breasts, not focusing on the nipple immediately, then slowly working his way to the center of her fleshy mounds, his tongue trailing in light circles to her crinkled nub. She pressed his head into her chest as he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, then nipped and pulled with his teeth as she groaned, the passion running through her to her pussy. 

God, she thought, I can't wait, and she manipulated her hips up, opening her legs to surround him, trying to direct his stiffness to her opening, but managing only to feel the hard shaft rubbing her lips. She pulsed her hips up, stroking his veined shaft, feeling it slip in the wetness spilling from her as she coated his member with her juices. 

"I want you," she hissed passionately, speaking into his hair as he sucked her nipple. "I want your cock, I need you to fuck me. Hard."

He lifted his head and looked at her with a quizzical smirk. "Are you rushing me?" he grinned. "You make me wait weeks, and now you're in a rush?" She felt his hips pull back slightly, teasing her as she urged his penetration. "Are you in a hurry?" he grinned. "Don't tell me," he quipped, relaxing his hips into hers now, "your husband is coming home soon?"

"Don't be silly," she said, "you know that he knows."

"But he won't come home to catch us?" As he asked, she felt his hips angle back, pulling himself away until the head of his cock dropped between her legs. She moved a hand between them and grasped his shaft, aligning him at her opening, waiting for his weight to plunge him into her. "Are you nervous he'll come home and catch us?" 

"Not at all," she told him, and she exhaled sharply as his cock pressed into her, fully seating itself into her wet pussy, filling her, and sending warm and wonderful sensation up her spine to her brain. She lost her train of thought as she wallowed in the feeling of first penetration, and took several heaving breaths as he began to slide slowly out, and in. 

She opened her eyes, unaware that she had closed them, and saw him looking into hers. "No," she repeated, breathily now, "if he came home and saw us, believe me, he wouldn't be upset." She began thrusting back against him, slow, languorous strokes, sliding his full length in and out of her cunt, caressing her slick walls with his mushroom head. "As a matter of fact," she told him," I think he would enjoy watching."

"Really?" he asked. "He wouldn't mind seeing me fucking you? Seeing another man's cock in you?"

"I watched him a few weeks ago," she confessed abruptly, "with another woman; God it was so hot, seeing his cock go into her." She sighed as he plunged into her, harder now. "She made me put him in her. I never dreamed ... It was so hot, so exciting, and seeing him so horny and enjoying himself, taking her ..." She gasped as he pushed harder; shorter strokes, and she wrapped her legs behind his back, opening herself fully, feeling his pubic bone banging her clit. "I watched his cock fuck her, watched it going in, fuck, it was so sexy...."

She felt him hold still and pull himself up, holding his arms straight, extending his torso above her. "Really?" he asked, "you're not teasing me?" She nodded, and he smiled, delightfully. "You are amazing, Rhonda. Your attitude towards sex is so, I don't know. Unusual? Healthy?"

"He wants to see me," she said, and pulsed her muscles, gripping his cock with her cunt. She felt herself blush. "I have a confession, actually. The first time, when you were here, he watched us. He was watching from outside, in the yard."

He lunged inside her, hard. "Fuck! Are you kidding?" He was pushing hard, short, forceful thrusts as he spoke, grunting with the efforts, and she felt her breath driven out of her with each penetration, feeling him reaching deep inside her. "He watched me fuck you? He watched you give yourself to me?"

"Actually, he was late, ugh, and missed, ugh, the beginning," she managed, feeling her orgasm build as he slammed her pussy. "He saw, ugh, me suck you, ug-hn, sucking your cock, omph, your wonderful hot cock! Oh, fuck me!"

"Oh, fucking Rhonda, you dirty girl, you," he grimaced, and she felt his body clench, "you nasty slut of a wife!" He held still inside her, and she ground her hips up, trying to coax her climax from him, but only managing to keep her arousal at a plateau, as he goaded her. "He watched you suck my dick? Saw you take my cock in your mouth, and cum on your face?"

"Yes!" she shouted. "Yes! He loved it! And I loved it too, knowing he was watching me." She surged against him, up onto his cock, but he was holding himself still, forestalling his climax. "After you left he made me reenact the parts he missed!" She pumped her hips up, and he responded, driving into her frantically. She felt him tense again, knew he was close. "Oh, fuck me! Make me cum, Frank, make me cum on your cock!"

And then he groaned, and bellowed, and she joined him in crying out her delight as her orgasm exploded in her, taking her body and shaking it as she felt her pussy turn mushy and slick as he spent himself inside her, and the delicious sensation of her pussy filled with cum brought her orgasm back to its peak, a second one, or just longer, she didn't know, didn't care; she just rode it and enjoyed it, letting it own her as he fucked her through it, deep and slow and hard, until he relaxed and exhaled, lowering himself on her, breathing heavily into her ear as her body trembled and the ripples of ecstasy subsided and withdrew, leaving only a tantalizing tingle in her pussy, the promise of additional orgasms just a hint away. She relaxed, and felt his breath on her, until he slid up and out, and shifted off to the side.

She turned to face him, her head nestled in his shoulder, one hand slowly caressing his chest. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 12



"So, miss deceitful, tell me," he whispered. "Is he watching us now?"

"No, he's out," she sighed, "we're alone."

"M-mm, hmm," he mumbled." Just the two of us, no audience?" he joked.

"No, dear," she said, surprising herself at the use of the affectionate term, but not caring. "It's just us two." She looked at him, then tweaked his nipple. "However, I do want to ask you something. If you're interested." She grinned at him. "If you want to get together again."

He returned her smile. "Really? You need to ask that?"

"No, I guess not," she kidded, "but I do need to ask this." She propped herself up on an elbow and he rolled onto his back, looking up at her. "He does want to watch; my Walt," she told him. "But not from the yard this time." She watched his face for understanding, and saw nothing. Okay, she thought, I'll spell it out. "He wants to be here. Frank's face grimaced in confusion. "In the room, with us." His eyes widened in surprise; good, she thought, he's getting the picture. "Actually, he wants YOU to join US," she emphasized. She saw his mouth drop open, and she kissed him on the lips, lightly. "What do you think?"

"A threesome?" He asked. She nodded. "He wants that? With me?"

She nodded again, vigorously. 

"And what do YOU want?" he asked.

*

She set her wine glass on the side table and stood from the couch, as Walt finished his last comment. She looked at him, then to Frank. "Gentlemen," she said with a joking false formality, "I'd like the thank you both for this wonderful opportunity," she intoned, "but I think it's time we got the real party started. I am certainly glad that you two have gotten to know each other a little," she continued as they stood, chuckling at her pronouncement, "but now," she said, lowering her voice, "it's time for you both to know ME a little more!"

In the week since her tryst with Frank they had worked out the details and the schedule, and as she spoke now she felt her pussy leak a little moisture into her panties. Even hotter than the idea that she would soon be enjoying two cocks was the knowledge that both of these men wanted her, and wanted her to enjoy them both. How could a girl be so lucky, she thought. Walt approached her, and took her in his arms, kissed her softly and passionately. When he was done, he looked into her eyes, holding her by the shoulders, and then turned her to face Frank and gently pushing her towards him. She smiled at Walt, and then at Frank, and stepped into her lover's embrace, and kissed him as she had her husband, feeling her pussy respond as she kissed a man in front of Walt. She rubbed her arms up his strong back caressing the muscles in his shoulders, then moved them back down to embrace his firm ass, pulling him into her. 

When he broke the kiss she felt him move down her neck, kissing and nipping her throat and collarbone. She inhaled sharply and gazed at Walt over Frank's shoulder, and held her hand out to him. He stepped in and took her fingers in his.

"Let's go to bed," she gasped, and Frank pulled back, and she took his hand in her free one, and led her men to the guest bedroom.

Once inside she pulled them both to her and seated them on opposite sides of her at the foot of the bed. This time she kissed Frank first; as she did she felt Walt press against her back as he slipped his hands around her to fondle her breasts, and she sighed into her lover's mouth. Walt caressed her, tweaking her nipples though her shirt and bra, and then began unbuttoning her, and undoing the front clasp, exposing her breasts. The experience of having her husband expose her, offer her to another man made her heady with excitement, and Frank moved his head down to take a nipple in his mouth as Walt leaned into her back, kissing her neck and ears, sending tingles through her body. Her head fell backwards onto Walt's shoulder as she accepted the attention of her men.

She reached a hand beneath Frank's chest to fondle his crotch and snaked the other behind her to do the same to Frank, finding both of them hard and ready. She squeezed and groped their erections and heard them respond. Finally, she pushed Frank away from her chest. "Get undressed," she told them. "I need to feel some cock." As they each sat back and pulled their pants off she did the same, then slipped her shirt and bra off, and sat, naked, as the men discarded their clothing and resumed their places on either side. Frank returned to her breasts as she reached for the two throbbing shafts. 

Oh, the wonderful feel of a hard cock in her hand, and now, to be holding two, it was indescribable! She squeezed them gently, feeling the solid heft of them, and began stroking. Walt's hand slipped down between her legs as Frank alternated sucking her hard nipples, driving bolts of pleasure through her to her pussy, where Walt's fingers created complementary sensations. She began breathing hard as her excitement climbed. 

Impulsively she pushed backwards, releasing Frank's cock, and lowered her head to Walt's lap, pulling her nipple from Frank, and took his cock into her mouth, feeling it filling her with its smooth hardness, tasting his skin, feeling his heat inside her mouth as her tongue danced around it. Frank's hands replaced Walt's at her pussy, but she slid herself off the bed and out of his grasp, dropping to her knees to suck Walt's cock and stroke Frank's, looking up at each of them in turn with her mouth moving up and down on Walt's shaft, letting them watch her suck his cock. Then holding her husband's gaze, knowing how excited he was to watch her, she pulled off and switched to Frank, stroking Walt as he watched her suck another man, up close and personal. 

"Fuck, you are so hot," he whispered, stroking her hair and the side of her face. "Suck his cock, baby, love his dick with your mouth." She hummed her approval around Frank's shaft, and he responded with a moan. Again she watched both of them watching her, and then switched back and forth several times, taking a few strokes on each with her lips and tongue, stroking the other with her hand. She was nearly delirious with desire, sucking two cocks; two hard, lovely cocks, moving from her husband to her lover, and wallowing in the desire they were showing her. 

The next time she switched to Frank she felt Walt move off the bed and slip behind her. She stuck her ass out, expecting his cock, but felt him lift her up, and his hands held her ass cheeks apart as his tongue slipped up her wet slit, from her clit, between her lips, past her opening, and continue up to her ass, and poke at her back door. 

She groaned and pulled off Frank's cock, stroking him against her lips and face. "Oh, Frank, he's licking my ass, oh, now my pussy," she cooed, and felt her juices rush out to meet her husband's tongue. It was so hot being able to look at the guy she was sucking while getting her pussy licked; so different from a sixty nine. Plus getting her ass licked was so hot, so naughty, and she wondered, for a second, if there was a double penetration in store for the evening. She had a momentary image of herself sandwiched between her two hot men, but then was distracted by Walt's tongue as Frank's slipped his cock back between her lips. 

She felt her orgasm building from the stimulation on her clit, and slipped Frank's cock from her mouth, stroking him with her hand and rubbing the head across her lips and tongue as she concentrated on her first climax of the evening. She smeared his pre-cum across her lips, tasting him, as she panted and grunted. Walt slipped a few fingers into her as he concentrated his tongue on her clit, driving her higher, and when a finger touched her back door she squealed, and then yelled as she came on his mouth. She rode the wave as it coursed through her, strong but not overwhelming, but a beautiful, healthy orgasm. She caught her breath, feeling the tingle subside but not disappear. She looked up at Frank's grinning face. 

"You are so hot, Rhonda," he said, and leaned down to kiss her. She sighed, knowing that her lips were wet with his cock drool. As he kissed her he pulled her to her feet, then lay back onto the bed, pulling her up on top of him. They grappled as they kissed, swapping spit and moaning. Rhonda felt hands on her shoulders and her legs at the same time, and realized it was Walt, behind her, running his hands up her thighs and spreading her legs. She broke the kiss and turned her head back to her husband. 

"Fuck me Walt," she urged. She pulled her knees up, straddling Frank's hips, and ground her clit lightly over his spit-coated shaft. She felt Frank move his legs apart, spreading her wider, and then Walt's hands were on her ass and she felt his spongy head between her wet, open labia. 

She looked back to Frank, feeling the intensity of the heat in her eyes. "He's going to fuck me, right now, right on top of you."

"Oh, yeah, Rhonda, take your man's cock." His face came up to hers as he pulled her head down to kiss him again, and her open mouth breathed heavily into his as Walt slid his cock inside her. She felt her saliva oozing into Frank's mouth, saturating their kiss as their tongues danced, and her aroused pussy reacted to the invading shaft, pushing her clit down onto Frank's shaft. Walt's hands explored her back and ass, kneading the globes of flesh, separating them, grunting as he stroked in and out of her deeply as only doggie style could deliver. But oh, the ability to be held and kissed while being pounded by a hard cock, to feel another cock beneath her, rubbing her clit; the sensations made her delirious, and her head spun under the spell of her arousal. She felt another climax begin, closer and more fierce, and as Walt pressed a thumb into her ass her body clenched and she came, hard and loud, pulling her head and shoulders up and away, and halfway through Frank took a nipple in his mouth and bit down, sending shooting sensations though her, colliding with her orgasm, making her climax again, before the current one subsided. She screamed, and came, and shook until her strength gave out and she collapsed and fell onto Frank, slipping to the side, allowing Walt's cock to slide out of her twitching cunt. 

She lay there, gasping for breath, but her men, her wonderful, loving men did not allow her to come down. Walt came up beside her, opposite Frank, and turned her head to present his cock to her lips. She smelled her scent on him, saw the glistening juices of her climax coating him, and opened wide, allowing his shaft to enter, and she tasted her cum on him, tangy and wet, and she slurped his cock with her lips and tongue. 

Frank was whispering into her ear. "You dirty, sexy, woman, suck that pussy off your man's cock, you are so hot, so wonderful," he hissed softly. He shuffled his body from under her, leaving her on her stomach as Walt fucked her mouth, and then she felt him behind her, pulling her hips up, and she raised herself onto hands and knees. Walt shifted to his knees in front of her, resting his cock on her face as Frank slipped his member into her pussy. 

She cried out as she was penetrated again, but her exclamation was cut short by her husband's cock as he stuffed it back into her mouth, pushing it deep inside, almost to her gag limit. Oh, the feeling of two cocks, almost as thought they were connected through her body, pushing at both ends, one in her mouth, and one in her cunt; she was lost in her lust and desire, surrendering to the penetrations, unable to participate. She merely took it; allowed them to please her, to take her, to enjoy her for themselves. 

Through her haze she heard Walt's voice. "You like that, don't you, my lovely horny slut?" he asked, admiration and wonder and love in his hoarse question. "You like getting fucked while you suck my cock?" She couldn't answer; she just held her mouth open as Walt fucked her face like Frank was fucking her cunt. She felt her body tremble and shake from the exertion of holding herself still for the men to enjoy her, feeling her pussy filled and emptied, over and over, and her arousal climbed, and peaked, and then she was cumming, again, and Frank held himself still, deep inside her as her pussy clutched at his cock as she came, feeling her juices spill out, down her thighs as she gasped around Walt's cock. 

"Fuck, yeah, cum on his dick, Rhonda, God, you're so hot getting fucked!" Her mouth slipped off his dick then, and she felt Frank pull out, and before she could collapse in exhaustion they had switched ends, and Walt was fucking her, and Frank was at her head, presenting his cum-soaked shaft for her mouth. She opened and it entered, and again tasted herself, and knew that Walt was watching her sucking the cock of another man, fresh from her horny cunt, and her orgasm, just barely receded, returned with a vengeance, her entire body trembling as she sucked herself off Frank's cock.

Her orgasm spurred her lovers, and she heard Walt call out his grunt over Frank's warming that he was close. Oh, how she wanted this, to have two men shooting their cum into her at once! She looked up at Frank as she felt Walt explode inside her, bellowing his climax, and locked her lips around his head, lifting one hand to stroke the base of his cock. She wanted to see him, to let him know that she wanted his cum in her mouth, and she felt his cock stiffen, and then he was filling her mouth.

Her pussy felt like molten lava as Walt fucked his cum into her just as the first blast from Frank splashed into her mouth, coating her tongue, to be followed by several more, and she tried unsuccessfully to hold it all, to capture it all; for him, for her; but some leaked out, dribbling down her chin as his cock spewed it's creamy hot load into her mouth. Oh, fuck, she thought, the wonderful liquid heat, at both ends at once, and the knowledge that her husband, her wonderful, sexy man was watching her take her lover's load in her mouth, was too much, and she swallowed, and collapsed. 

When she woke she found herself alone in the bed, the lights off. Through the open door she heard the muffled hints of two male voices, boisterous and laughing. She struggled to her feet, saw she was naked, and stumbled to the closet for a robe. As the remnants of sleep fell away her body ran through a system check. Her legs and arms ached a little, fatigued; she felt some stiffness in her jaw, and the back of her throat was a little sore. Her nipples were sensitive, and looking down, one was swollen; she touched it gingerly, feeling it respond. Her hand slid down, then, lightly brushing her tender and swollen labia. Her pussy was sore, and swollen, and deliciously dripping. She dipped two fingers in the dripping ooze, and brought them to her lips, tasting her delight, and felt a tingle start in her chest and run through her to her pussy.

She smiled to herself, remembering how she got so sore and messy, and went out to join her men.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 13



After watching Walt scroll thought the moving channels a second time she lost her patience and grabbed for the remote, but he held it away.

"You men and your remotes," she sighed, "It's like your second penis!"

He chuckled. "Are you suffering from remote envy?"

"Please," Rhonda replied, rolling her eyes, "I could care less. But clearly there is nothing on that you want to watch." She shifted and drew closer to him, snuggling next to him. "Why don't you turn it off?"

Walt laughed to himself as he switched off the television and dropped the remote on the table next to the sofa. He wrapped his other arm around his wife and pulled her into his shoulder, feeling her hand on his chest. "Was there something else you wanted to do?" He kissed the top of her head, nuzzling her hair.

"Not that," she said with a smile in her voice, "at least, not yet, anyway."

"Uh-oh," he replied, "sound like a talk."

"Stop, don't make it like it's bad," she teased, "it's just that we've been so busy lately. You've been working late a lot, and I haven't seen you so much."

"Oh, you missed me?"

"Of course I missed you," she said, looking up at him and sitting back. "I love you. I like spending time with you. Being together."

He felt himself making a puppy face and pulled her back into him, feeling her body pressed close to his. He loved that she loved him, and felt his attraction to her surface through the cares of the day, the concerns over work, which had, truth be told, been keeping him busy and distracted. He was suddenly grateful that there was nothing he wanted to watch on TV. She snaked a knee up over his and molded herself to him.

"M-mm, that's nice."

"Yeah," she said quietly. "It's been a while. Just the two of us, together."

"No outside distractions."

"No television."

"Just us."

"No one else."

They fell into a familiar and comfortable silence, as only couple who have been together for many years can do, knowing that being close was enough, that conversation wasn't needed for a few minutes, and that being together was its own reward, fulfilling all by itself and cementing their connection. After a few minutes he kissed the top of her head again.

"Sorry I've been so busy lately," he told her softly, speaking over her head which was buried in her chest. "Work has been just brutal."

"I know," she acknowledged, her voice relaxed and easy, confident and reassuring. "It feels like all we ever talk about recently."

As if by habit he launched into a recap of his recent challenges at work, aware that Rhonda listened patiently and reacted with concern, endorsing his opinion, not offering advice, but supporting him and empathizing. As they had so often in the past weeks his troubles spilled out, and as he voiced his frustrations he felt his concerns slips away slowly, as though passing them to his wife dissipated them, minimizing them. The act of sharing, and of knowing that she cared for his concerns dismissed their impact, and he gradually relaxed, feeling more comfortable and close, and his stories tailed off, as he became aware that he was monopolizing the conversation. He paused, and looked at his wife.

"Sorry," he grinned, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to go off."

"Again, you mean," she grinned back. She rested her hand on his chest and stretched her neck up to kiss him. "It's okay, I don't mind," she paused, then looked him in the eye and took his face in her hand, squeezing his cheeks. "As long as you're done!" she kidded and released him.

"Yeah," he laughed, "enough about work." He faked a pensive look. "Wanna try politics?"

"Not for a second," she chuckled, then became serious. "How about us?"

"You wanna talk about us? Sure!" He rested his head against the back of the couch. "I'm five-eleven, about 190, I'm married..." He stopped when she laughed, a full, hearty welcoming sound. "What? Not what you had in mind?"

"That's what I missed," she smiled, "the funny Walt." She kissed him again. "Lately I've only seen the serious, distracted Walt."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be, I know what you've been going through." She batted her eyes at him. "Just don't make it all the time."

He leaned down, and they kissed again. Through all the years they had been together he had never tired of kissing her. "I love you, Ronnie," he told her.

"M-mm, I love you, too," she replied, "and only you."

He kissed her again. "But you sleep around," he kidded, referring to the recent changes in their relationships.

"You know I do!" she chided, "And you love it," then added, "and you sleep around, too, you slut," she joked. She cocked her head inquisitively. "But not so much recently," she hinted.

"I've been a little busy," he told her, "work and all. Don't get me started again," he warned with a smile.

"You're not hiding it from me, are you? Going behind my back?"

"Serious?" He saw from her face that she was. "Absolutely not." He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "Is that what you wanted to talk about? Is it bothering you that we haven't , uh-m, played around in a little while?"

"Well," she said, hesitating a little. "I thought you might be upset, you know, after the last time..."

"With Frank?" he asked. He watched her hide her concern and felt a tug at his heart. "Rhonda, did you think I was upset by that? And that I would keep it from you?"

"Well, we haven't had sex as much as we did before..."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest, hugging her tightly. "Rhonda, baby, I am so sorry," he said softly, his words spilling out with the ease of honesty. "If I'd thought you were upset, I would have said something; why didn't you tell me?"

"I was a little worried, you know, that you might be angry, or, I don't know, jealous or something."

He held her at arm's length, looking directly into her eyes. "Rhonda, when we agreed to this, you remember what we said?" She nodded slightly, but he recited it anyway. "We said we would only do it if it was fun for both of us, that there would be no secrets, and that either one of us could say stop at any time, right?" She nodded again, her eyes looking directly at his. He took his hands off her shoulders, sat her up and turned his body to face her, and took her hands in his, enforcing the communication between then. "That hasn't changed. I love you, and I want us to be happy, to enjoy ourselves. And I know you enjoyed yourself that night with me and Frank." He grinned. "A lot." She smiled back at him, and blushed a little. "And I enjoyed seeing you have so much fun. And," he added, "truth be told," he joked, "I had a bit of fun myself!"

She grinned at him, and he felt her hands grip his. "Thank you, it's good to hear you say it," she acknowledged. "I was worried, like I said, because we kind of trailed off after that," she continued, lowering her eyes momentarily. "I was worried that it bothered you, that maybe we had gone too far, or something." Her mouth moved, but nothing came out for a second, and he waited for her to continue. "I did have fun, and I know you were excited, before, and you seemed to enjoy it that night, but after..."

"I got very busy at work, that's all," he finished. "What did you think? I was angry?" He grinned, keeping it light. "That I was going behind your back again, violating our agreement?"

"Well," she explained, "we haven't had as much sex in a while, and I started imagining..."

"It was work, honey, that's all, I swear." She looked fragile, and more vulnerable than she had in past weeks, and he had a sudden appreciation for what it took for her to admit her misgivings. The realization made him reach out for her, to comfort her and put her mind at ease. "I'm sorry I haven't been attentive," he consoled her, holding her gaze in his own. "I didn't realize I was making you nervous, and I'm sorry I've been so distracted." He grinned. "And of course, I want you."

She grinned back at him. "It did cross my mind that you were going behind my back again, like before, when we both were..." She bit her bottom lip, then shook her head and dropped her eyes to their hands, still clasped together between them. "I imagined you thinking I was too attracted to Frank, and were, you know, with someone else."

"How could you think that?" he asked softly, sincerely.

"Well," she stammered, "after that night, you were suddenly spending a lot of time at work, and we didn't have sex as much... " She trailed off. "I thought maybe you were losing interest in me. Like you were interested in someone else."

"Rhonda," he stated firmly, squeezing her fingers. "I love only you. Yes, we both have enjoyed sex with other people, but I LOVE only you." He searched for her eyes until she met his gaze. "Okay?"

"Yes," she smiled, "okay."

"If you don't feel right continuing our adventures, then we'll stop," he added.

"No!" she blurted.

"Whoa, that was quick," he quipped, and she blushed and laughed. He smiled at her. "But good, I'm glad to hear that you are still having fun."

"Fun? It's incredible!" she effused. She released his hand, and brushed her hair back from her face. "Watching you with Danielle was, God, so hot, and the night with you and Frank, holy shit, I don't know if there's a word for it!" She shook her head, her hair swaying around her face, her expression one of wonder and dreamy desire. "Hell, no, I don't want to stop, not yet! Not by a long shot!"

"Maybe we should have Frank back again?"

"Oh, definitely," she confirmed, grinning. "But not yet; before we invite him back, we should see if we can get Danielle back. She seemed to enjoy herself." Her grin turned impish. "And so did you."

"And so did YOU!" he grinned back at her.

She smirked. "Yeah, I did." Her eyes narrowed and she smiled. "I might want to see how far that goes next time."

"O-oh, you little devil," he teased, and leaned in to kiss her. 

She wrapped her hand around the back of his head and held him for a longer kiss. When she pulled back, she added, "But first things first." She dropped a hand down to his crotch. "We have some catching up to do, mister."

"M-mm, I like the way you're thinking," he told her.

"Oh, yeah? Well, you've been neglecting me, and I plan on getting back to even tonight!"

She kissed him again, one hand behind his neck, holding him close, the other fondling his growing member as she sighed into his mouth, slipping her tongue inside to caress his. Walt responded, moving a hand to her chest and hefting her breast, touching the sides and the curve beneath before gripping it, pressing his palm against the nipple.

Rhonda moved her mouth, trailing kisses across his jawline to his ear and neck, breathing into his ear before slipping her tongue out, tickling his ear, and sucking on the lobe. Walt felt the tingles run through his body to his growing member. She squeezed him. "M-mm, that's what I want. I need to get fucked by this hard cock; I need your cock in my pussy."

"You've been neglected by your man," he teased back, "and you haven't had any side cock in a while. You must be ready to burst!"

"I want yours," she whispered in his ear, "yours is my favorite!"

He pulled away from her and slipped his hands up under her tee shirt, then worked them under her bra. She removed her shirt while he caressed her tits, and when she removed her bra he pushed her back on the couch and leaned over her, taking a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other between thumb and forefinger. He felt his wife respond. He looked up at her; her head was back and her eyes were closed, and he stopped sucking until she looked at him.

"You sure you don't want anyone else?"

"Not tonight," she said, "just you." She caressed his face, then moved her hand to the side of his head, gripping the hair. "I don't want to talk about anyone else, or even think about it. I only want you, and me. I want US, together, tonight."

"Damn, Ronnie, I love you."

"I love you too," she said, "now get back to work, Walter." She only used his full name when she was angry or aroused, and she wasn't acting angry.

"Yes, ma'am," he told her, and returned to her breasts, licking and nibbling her fleshy globes, and settling on a nipple to suck, and teasing it with his tongue before switching to the other one. He felt her body respond, her hips pulsing up into his as he knelt above her, her crotch meeting his thigh and rubbing herself against him. She began moaning and pulled his head into her, burying his face in her breast.

"Suck my nipples, like that, yeah," she murmured, "it makes my pussy so wet." Her throaty whisper made her urging steamier, and he sucked hard, biting a little with his teeth. She squirmed against his leg, and grunted, tugging his erection through his pants. He felt her hands fumbling at his belt, and pulled away from her tits to open them, pushing them down past his hips with his briefs. He shuffled them off his legs in a flurry as her hand wrapped around his exposed shaft.

"Yeah, that's what I need," she cooed. "I need my man's hard dick inside me." He felt her tugging urgently, and dropped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound, and applying pressure, feeling the heat emanating from her; she humped against his palm. "Fuck, yeah," she muttered, and grunted as her hips moved. "I need it now."

"What's the rush, baby?" He asked as he tweaked her nipples. "We have all night." He pulled his hand from the juncture of her legs, leaving her humping the air and groaning in frustration at the sudden lack of stimulation, until his hands went to her pants and worked them open. She lifted her hips and helped him pull them off. Walt ended up kneeling at her feet, admiring her prone naked body, his cock hard as a rock, jutting proudly. She looked at him, and spread her legs, one hand dropping to her shaved pussy and playing between her wet lips.

"Fuck, I need it now!" she hissed.

"You don't want to suck me first?"

"Hell no, I need it inside me, please, fuck me!"

He grinned at her, holding his position, and stroked his cock. "But you will suck my dick?"

"Yes, later, please, I need to get fucked, hard, now; stop teasing me."

He watched her fingers spread her juices up to the top of her slit and play with her clit. "M-mm, that's nice," he admired, "but first ..." He leaned down, slipping his knees off the couch to kneel on the floor, and dipped his head between her legs, feeling the heat and moisture from her as he closed the distance, inhaling the delicate scent of her arousal. And then his tongue was on her, and her body jumped at the contact.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," she barked, and her hands were on his head, her hips lifting to meet his tongue as he tantalized her labia, licking delicately up the center of her, feeling the lips part and the slick liquid spill out onto his tongue. He swallowed, tasting her; put his hands behind her thighs, opening her for his mouth, lifting her pussy up to his face. He teased the outer lips, up one side and down the other, avoiding her clit, then gently sucking her lips into his mouth, tasting her. She pushed her hips, trying to focus his attention, but he avoided her clit until she pressed on his head, and then attacked it as she cried out.

"Oh, yes, right there," he heard, but his attention was on her hard button, and he danced his tongue around it, stroking the side next to it, then licking it directly, and sucking on it.

"Fuck, suck my clit, you bastard, you make me wait so long, you fucking tease," she babbled, "fucking make me cum, make me cum in your mouth!" He redoubled his efforts, and slipped a hand from her leg to her pussy, beneath his chin, slipping two fingers easily inside her, and stroking her hot tunnel as he licked. Her cries escalated, not words anymore, just sounds and grunts and yips as he found her g-spot and stroked it firmly while he tortured her clit with his lips and tongue. She was humping his face now, trying to get herself off in his mouth, and he was elated at the speed she was approaching her first orgasm. The excitement spurred him, and he circled his lips on her hard button, teasing the tip with his tongue as he fingered her, and then she exploded, crying out her delight as her orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs closed together to lock his head in place, and he pulled back the pressure on her clit, stroking lightly as she rode the lightning, screaming and moaning, until her legs relaxed and her hips fell back down to the couch, pulling herself away from his mouth.

He looked up at her face, but her eyes were still closed, her expression that dreamy, tight, semi-grin that signaled the aftershocks she was enjoying, and his cock responded to the sight, twitching and gaining additional rigidity. He was so hard he thought he would burst. He moved his way up her body to hover over her face, and waited for her to open her eyes. When she did he was looking down at her, smiling.

"You know, no matter how many times I see it, it's like the first time."

"What?" Her breath was still deep, and her face was flushed and bright, her skin glistening

"Watching you cum. Seeing you lose yourself like that." He smirked. "It never fails to turn me on. Every time is like seeing it for the first time." She pulled his face down and smothered him into a wet, passionate kiss, licking her own juices off his lips and face, moaning with desire. When she released him he saw her eyes glazed and wide as she licked her lips.

"You taste like pussy," she smiled, her arms hung across his shoulders, his face inches from her.

"Damn you, woman, you say the hottest things!"

"That gets you excited?"

"When you enjoy tasting yourself on my mouth?" He lowered his hips, pressing his hardness into her stomach. "What do you think?"

"I think I need what you're packing, mister." She kissed him again. "Why don't you fill my pussy, and then let me taste myself on your cock?"

"You dirty, nasty girl," he smirked, and angled himself to press his cockhead between her open thighs, brushing at her shaved lips. "You want this?" he asked.

She reached between them and guided his cockhead between her labia, finding her hole, and pushed her hips up to meet his as he lowered his body, his cock slipping halfway into her steaming depths. His groan matched hers as he penetrated her, and he watched her face flush. "Oh, yeah," she whispered, "that's what I need; fuck my cunt with your hard cock!"

"It's hard for your wet pussy!"

"Yeah, fuck me good," she muttered, pulsing her hips up to take more of him. He pulled back as she pulled up, then drove his full length inside her. She sighed heavily as he felt himself buried in her liquid heat, feeling his cock touch the back of her channel as she angled to meet him. He pressed his pubic bone into hers, feeling his erection brushing against the nub of her cervix.

"Fuck, I love you, I love your pussy. My cock loves your hot cunt!"

"Yeah, give it to me," she hissed at him, her eyes burning with need, her hands gripping his shoulders as he drew back and thrust into her. "Get your dick wet from my pussy and stick in it my mouth!"

He groaned his response, and fucked her harder, taking slow strokes out and plunging back in hard. He raised himself onto his knees and looked between her spread legs to watch his cock slip in and out between her swollen labia, her pussy red and welcoming. He pushed her knees to her chest and slammed his cock into her, deeper now with her hips lifted up. Then he pulled put and scooted to her head, straddling her shoulders.

"Take it, you dirty girl, suck yourself off my cock." Her eyes twinkled at his as he watched her mouth open for him, his cock head dangling above her face, brushing her lips, and then saw her tongue emerge, flat and wide, and she craned her neck to lick him from his balls to the head, before wrapping her lips around the head. She sucked him briefly, moaning with her mouth closed around his cock head, then pushed up to take all she could fit. He groaned at her as he felt her tongue on the underside of his shaft while she slurped her juices off his cock.




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 13



"Yeah, Ronnie, taste that pussy on my dick," he urged, and she moaned in response, swirling her tongue around him, her eyes closed in delight, then she rested her head back down, allowing his cock to slip out. He rested it on her face, and she looked at him, talking between licks.

"M-mm, your dick tastes so good from my cunt." He stared into her eyes as she spoke. "You like when I lick my pussy off your dick?" She extended her tongue to tickle his ball sack. "M-mm, I like licking your balls, too." She smirked at him. "Is it wrong for me to like the taste of pussy?" she teased.

"You're too hot, you slut." He pulled back and slipped his cock back to her wet hole, feeling the heat again after the cooler air. He pumped her a few times and brought it back to her face. "Suck your cunt off me, slut," he said as she swallowed the end of his cock. "God, I love to see you with your mouth filled with my dick!" He watched her lips caressing his shaft, the loving way she adored his member with her tongue, watched her cheeks sink in as she applied suction, all the while watching him watching her. "It's so hot watching you suck me!"

She pulled off. "Fuck me now, Walter, fuck me good and hard like I need it. Fill me with cock!"

He moved back down and re-entered her, and began thrusting in earnest, giving her hole a good pounding, and her cries escalated, and then she came again.

"I'm cumming on your dick, oh, fuck me! Fuck my cunt, God, I'm cumming!" she squealed, and he felt her pussy clutch him in velvety wetness as he slowed his strokes, allowing her to ride out her crest, hearing her cries, her panting, her heavy breathing, until she was mostly recovered, than he pulled out again, and fed it onto her mouth.

"Suck your cum off my dick," he commanded, and she gobbled him down eagerly, swallowing even more of his shaft, pushing until she gagged a little, then pumping her head up and down, making yummy noises as she sucked her essence from him. "Yeah, you dirty slut," he continued goading her, "suck that cock that fucked you!" Her breath snorted as she took him deep again, and then he pulled out, leaving her mouth open, wanting, and as he slid inside her pussy he leaned down, kissing her wet lips. Their tongues danced and battled, and she sucked his lower lip; then bit it gently.

He pulled back from the kiss and resumed his thrusts into her pussy. His shoulders held her thighs pressed to her chest, and he saw her grimace as he fucked her hard. He leaned into her face, his lips parted, and she craned her neck to meet his mouth, her lips still wet with saliva and her own cum. Their tongues swirled and battled as he pumped his hips into hers.

"Yeah, baby," she whispered into his mouth, teasing his tongue, "kiss your cocksucker. Taste my mouth, kiss the lips that sucked your cock!" He moaned into her words, his tongue penetrating hers; he felt her puffy, wet lips smearing his face, and tasted her cunt in her mouth.

"Yeah," he returned, "you taste like pussy and cock, you horny slut." He sucked her tongue onto his mouth. "Your mouth is all wet and used from sucking me, o-ooh, it's fucking hot!"

"Fuck yeah," she countered, "fuck me with the cock I sucked, and kiss my cocksucking mouth. You like that, don't you? You like kissing me after I sucked cock?"

"As much as you like sucking cock that fucked you!" He thrust into her, harder now, feeling his climax building from the stimulation of her words, her need and desire. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

"Yeah, fucking cum inside me, baby, fill my cunt with your hot cum!" She kissed him again, straining to meet his face. "I want to suck your cock after you cum in me," she hissed at him, sounding angry and insistent. He felt his balls twitch at her words, and his cum boiled in him, threatening to explode. She was grunting with him, urging his climax. "Fill me up, fill my cunt!"

He felt his chest tighten and his legs locked as he pushed himself deeply inside her as his cock exploded, and his body jerked in the throes of his release. He blasted his semen into her, feeling the tight wetness become hotter and looser almost immediately, and fucked her through his climax, feeling his cock coated in his cum as it spread through her. She pushed her hand between them, reaching for the junction of their genitals as he pressed himself, spent but still hard, inside her. She slicked her fingers at her opening and rubbed her clit. He pulled back to his knees, keeping himself inside as she got herself off.

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum too, with your cum inside me," she oozed, "I love the way my cunt feels filled with cum, yeah, keep your cock in me while I cum! Damn it feels so good, rubbing your cum on my clit!"

He let her legs down, her feet flat on the bed, knees bent and thighs wide as he watched her rub her clit, he cock slowly slipping in and out of her leaking hole. His cum pooled at the opening. He took her other hand and brought it to her pussy to feel the mess leaking from her.

"You like that cum, don't you, Ronnie?" he asked. She nodded and groaned. He pushed her fingers inside her pussy, alongside his slightly deflated shaft. "You feel that? You feel my cum inside you, all over my cock?" He pulled her hand out, looked at her fingers, slick with his semen and her juices, holding her by the wrist, then looked at her face. Her grunts were coming harder now, more frequent, as she rubbed herself closer to orgasm. He pushed the hand to her face, and watched as her mouth opened to accept the slick digits, and she sucked the cum from her fingers with a groan. "Fuck, you're so nasty, eat that cum while you rub your clit!"

Her pussy clenched and she tried to close her legs on her hand, but he kept his body between them, keeping her fingers and her pussy exposed to his view. She pulled the fingers from her mouth with a wet slurp and returned them to his shaft. She gripped the exposed base, then slipped her fingers back inside. He could feel her fingers stroking his cock inside her.

"You like seeing me finger my cum-filled pussy, don't you? You like watching me get my fucked pussy off?" He looked at her; her eyes were glazed and hard, unblinking, and her chin jutted at him, determined. "Fuck, it's so hot, so wet inside me!" He felt her fingers slip out, and looked down to see them coming towards his face, and then she was smearing his lips with her fingers. He opened his mouth and she let out a loud cry. "I'm gonna cum, here it comes, yeah, suck your cum off my fingers while I cum on your dick!" she shouted. "Fuck, I'm cumming I ..."

Her fingers pushed into his mouth as her voice caught and her body froze, and then she was crying out, screaming her orgasm to the room as her cum slicked fingers coated his mouth and tongue with their combined juices. He tasted his slick texture on her fingers, smelled his load mixed with her musky scent, and sucked them clean as she came, her hips pumping, her legs squeezing his hips, and the pressure pushed his mostly soft cock out of her, along with a fat dollop of cream, which he watch trail down her crack to her anus.

She finally stopped shouting, and she slipped her fingers from his mouth, but held them at his face, and he kissed her fingertips as she came down from the heights of her orgasm, her breathing still heavy, small grunts and groans slipping from her. He felt the cum cooling on his cock and ball sack, and watched her pussy, open and red and swollen, oozing his precious cream. He moved a hand beneath her pussy and scooped a glob from her ass crack. He waited till her eyes opened, and moved his hand to her face.

She grinned and opened her mouth, and he fed it to her, then leaned down and they shared it in a long, languorous kiss, their tongues swirling together in a slick, nasty broth.

"Damn, woman," he whispered to her, "you are the sexiest thing alive." He pecked her slick lips. "I love you."

"M-mm, I love you, too," she confirmed, and he settled next to her, and they wrapped their arms around each other, free hands playing softly across chest, and breast and stomach, basking in the warm glow of their relaxation and closeness. Her hands slipped down his stomach to find his sticky, deflated member. "And don't forget," she whispered hotly, "I promised I would suck your dick." She smiled at him mischievously, and began sliding down his body.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 14



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with this series over more than a year. Sorry for the delay in posting new chapters, but I like to get them written in groups, to keep the story flowing.

If you are new to the series, chapter five and ten should get you up to speed.

As always, civil comments welcome. 

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As he stepped into the house his ears were treated to the sound of female laughter, hearty and deep, and he smiled lightly to himself as he discerned two voices; the lighter, higher pitch belonging to his wife, and the throatier sultry one. Dropping his briefcase in haste, he felt the anticipation course through him as he strode anxiously into the den, almost afraid to wish for what he might find. But as he took the short stairs down to the den and turned his eyes were treated to the vision of Rhonda and Danielle, sitting casually at the pub table, each with a glass of wine, their laughter only now subsiding to giggles. He grinned and saw his wife's eyes tearing as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

"Hello, Walt," Danielle chirped. Her head hung down between her shoulders regarding him from under half closed eyes, her dark, luxurious lashes conveying a smoldering, lively passion that seemed to always be present. She glanced at Rhonda, caught her gaze. "We were just talking," she stated with hidden meaning, and they broke out in renewed snickers. Rhonda got up to greet him, her smile broad and fixed, and he felt the smile on her lips as she kissed him, her hands at his sides, pulling him into her. They broke the kiss, and she moved to her seat.

"Let me get you a glass of wine," she giggled, "you've got some catching up to do." Walt pulled out a chair adjacent to Rhonda and went to sit, greeting Danielle who sat across from him.

"What, I don't get a proper hello?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow, her mouth curling up on one side.

"Walt, don't be rude, greet our guest properly!" Rhonda admonished, and Walt stood and walked around the table to the younger girl and took her by the shoulders. She turned her head and lifted her face to look at him, her soft blonde curls dancing around her face.

"It's very nice to see you again, Danielle," he told her, and leaned down to kiss her, his lips brushing hers lightly at first, then parting when he felt her tongue slip out between hers, teasing with his own. He pressed the kiss deeper, and felt her hand on his chest, stroking him through his shirt as he held her, their tongues dueling.

"Wow, you guys look so hot like that," he heard Rhonda admiring intently, and heard Danielle give an appreciative moan into his mouth before pulling back. He saw her lick her lips.

"Now, that's a proper welcome," she grinned, and turned to Rhonda. "He is such a good kisser," she told her, then turned back to Walt, raising a hand to his face. "Such nice lips for a man; so nice to kiss."

"They're good at other things, too," Rhonda chimed in. Walt took his seat and raised his glass. "Here's to friends, and fun," he toasted, and the ladies sipped, passing glances over the top of their glasses. He caught them looking at each other, and put his glass down. "Okay," he asked, "what's up with you two?"

They were silent, looking at each other, then they burst out in giggles again. He waited patiently, enjoying the sound as it rolled over him, and then asked, "Do you mind filling me in?"

"Sorry, Walt," Rhonda began, getting control of herself. "We're about two glasses ahead of you, and we were talking, you know, about last time..."

"Rhonda called me," Danielle interjected, "she asked me if I was interested in another of your 'adventures', and I said sure. So she asked if I might stay overnight." he watched a look pass between them again. "Of course, I said I would."

Walt felt his anticipation rise, along with the bulge in his pants. "Really? That's great!" he grinned at her, glanced to his wife, and then addressed Danielle again. "So, what, you were just sitting here waiting for me to get home?" His eyes narrowed. "You seem awfully giddy."

Rhonda put her hand on his forearm. "Girl talk, honey. Trust me, we didn't start without you."

"Not that we wouldn't have, if you'd been any later!" Danielle quipped.

"Looks like I'm playing catch-up in more ways than one!" Walt added.

They sat and talked and sipped a little while longer, catching up on mundane life issues, the nuts and bolts of their daily lives. Walt mentioned how things had recently been rough at work, and described the difficulties it had caused in their lives. Things were better now, a more normal demand of his attention. Rhonda said that had already discussed Frank and the threesome.

"Oh, so that's what all the girl talk and giggling was about," he guessed, and they just smiled at each other, leaving him out of the joke. He turned to the younger girl, seeing her looking at his wife with that secret smile. "You should've seen her, Dee; she was a wild woman, so passionate, so wonderful."

"Walt," Danielle replied, looking directly into his eyes, her blues twinkling with a half smile, "I am so looking forward to seeing how passionate she can be!"

*

Walt watched as the younger woman held his wife from behind, her sparkling blue eyes peeking at him from over her shoulder. Rhonda's eyes were closed and her head hung lazily back on Danielle, her arms down and behind her as she stroked the younger woman's hips. Danielle's hands slowly caressed Rhonda's belly, working their way up under her shirt, bunching it up to expose her flesh. One hand slipped out and moved higher then, sliding up to her breast, fondling it lightly. A moan slipped from Rhonda's lips, and her tongue protruded from the corner of her mouth, the tip playing at her lip.

"You wife is so hot," Danielle whispered into Rhonda's ear, pretending to tell Walt, but really speaking directly to his wife. "She has wonderful breasts," she continued, "I can feel her nipple getting hard under my hand." Walt watched as Danielle planted a soft kiss on his wife's ear; watched a tremble run through her as Rhonda responded to the younger girl's caress. Her hands pushed the shirt up over her breasts, exposing them to Walt. The image made them more enticing, as though he were seeing them anew, watching the slender fingers with painted nails trailing softly over his wife's bare breasts.

"She wants your cock, Walt," she hissed, barely audible to Walt as he sat on the bed, watching them just a few feet away. "I bet her shaved pussy is dripping wet for you." another moan slipped from Rhonda as he watched her thighs clench together, betraying the truth of their friend's words. Danielle's hands pulled the soft cotton tee shirt from the bottom and slipped it up, over Rhonda's head. His wife shook her hair out, as Danielle's hands returned to her breasts, fondling her nipples now, drawing them out to hard prominence with two fingers and a thumb, pulling them, extending them. Walt took a deep breath and reached for his pants, undoing them, and slipping his hard cock out. It stood erect in his lap.

"Yes, let her see the cock that's going to fuck her, she wants it," she hissed into Rhonda's ear. "Come here, Walt, take her pants down; see her wet cunt, see how wet she is for your cock."

Walt slipped of the bed to his knees in front of his wife, removed his own pants first, and reached for the waistband of her jeans. As he opened the snap and pulled the zipper down he could smell her arousal. He reached for the sides and began pulling them off her hips, taking her panties with them. Rhonda wriggled her hips to assist, and then he held them at her ankles as the stepped out of them, now naked in front of him. Danielle's hands slid down Rhonda's torso to the hot center between her legs, stroking her inner thighs, then digging between them and pulling her sex open, angling her hips back against herself, spreading her wide.

"Look at her, Walt, see how hot she is for your cock, see how wet her cunt it."

Rhonda's head still hung back, and Walt's eyes were drawn to her open pussy, held open by the younger woman. He gazed at it, seeing as if for the first time the color of her opening, the pooling of her slick lubrication at the creases of her spread labia held apart by slim fingers, the gentle protrusion of her inner lips, her tiny pee hole, the glaze of wetness, and the shining erect button at the top, beckoning him. His breath caught in his throat for a second as he absorbed the beauty of his wife's yearning, shown to him by another woman. He glanced up to see Danielle looking down at him over the crest of his wife's breast, her eyes hard and glistening, reflecting the desire welling inside him. It struck him that he was being seduced by Danielle, but she was using Rhonda to do it. Or was she seducing Rhonda, and using Walt? He didn't care. Holding Danielle's gaze, he eased forward, planting a soft kiss on Rhonda's clit, then dropping his head slightly and extending his tongue. He watched the blonde girl whispering to his wife as he touched his tongue to the bottom of her slit, scooping the pooled juices there, and slowly dragged his wet tip upwards.

"Oh, Ronnie, I can see his tongue on your pussy, your juices are on his tongue, fuck; he's licking your hot cunt so nice." He felt Rhonda's hips pulse as he passed her opening, and again as he slowly, slowly, reached her clit; pausing a second, applying slight pressure, then removing his tongue. He pulled back and stood.

"Watch me, baby," Danielle told his wife softly, and Walt saw her raise her head and open her eyes as he moved closer, extending his head over her shoulder to kiss Danielle. Their lips met, and opened, and his pussy slicked tongue entered her mouth and she sucked the tip, sharing a taste of his wife's heat and lust, moaning into Walt's mouth. She pulled away, and saw Danielle's hand turning Rhonda's head, turning it into her own, and he watched them kiss, knowing that Danielle was sharing her taste of Rhonda's pussy. His body was pressed against his naked wife, and he felt her swoon in the kiss, watched their tongues touching and dancing.

He stepped away and pulled his shirt off, and noticed Danielle was still fully clothed as the women broke their kiss. Danielle still stood behind Rhonda, one hand on her breast, the other playing at her pussy as his wife squirmed. "Oh, fuck, I need his cock," she told the younger girl, "please, let him fuck me. I need him to fuck me, now,"

Danielle's head turned to him, but she held her lips close to Rhonda's ear. "The last time I was here," she said softly, "Ronnie watched you fuck me. This time," she added, releasing his wife's body, "I want to watch you fuck her." He reached for his wife's hand and stepped back to the bed, sitting on the edge, his hard cock jutting up from his lap, throbbing and leaking his pre-cum at the tip. He pulled Rhonda to him and she stepped around his legs, opening her thighs, her swollen lips poised above his cock. Her heavy breathing was matched by his own, and he put his hands on the gentle curve at the top of her hips. She reached between them and grabbed his shaft, guiding his head as she lowered herself, the wet spongy head easily slipping inside her, and she released him and dropped her weight onto his thighs, impaling herself on him.

She let out a groan as she was filled, and he sighed with the velvet encapsulation of her sheath sliding over him. She put her hands on his shoulders and rested her head in the crook of his neck; he felt her kisses, and then a gentle bite as she snuggled her full weight down onto him, settling him inside her.

"Oh, that's so fucking hot," he heard, and looked over his wife's shoulder to see Danielle stripping off her clothes. He watched as she disrobed quickly, absorbing the vision of her slim frame, her smallish succulent breasts and hard pointy nipple, her shaved pussy. She smiled at him as she stepped naked behind his wife, wrapping her arms around Rhonda's body from behind. Danielle kissed along the bones at Rhonda's shoulders as Walt felt hands slip to his cock, gripping the base as his wife rose and lowered herself on his shaft.

"He's so hard for you," she murmured into Rhonda's ear, "his cock feels so good all wet from your hot cunt!" Rhonda shuddered on his lap at the words, and then Danielle's face slipped below his sight behind her. He concentrated on his cock, slipping easily inside her, feeling the velvet slick tunnel stroking him. He craned his head up to kiss Rhonda, and in the middle of it, she stiffened and gasped in his mouth.

"Oh, Walt, she's licking my asshole," she hissed urgently, "her tongue is in my ass, fuck; it's so good!"

He stared into her face, their heads inches apart. He felt her hot breath on his face as she spoke. "You like that tongue in your ass, don't you, Ronnie?" he asked, breathily. "You like when I do it. You like it while you're fucking me? You like it when it's her tongue instead of mine?"

"Fuck, yeah, it's incredible; Walt, she's pushing it in, fuck, she's fucking my ass with her tongue while you're fucking my pussy with your cock!" Her lips met his, mashing into his face, her tongue spearing into his mouth, their saliva and hot breath mixing together in uncontrolled passion. Again Walt was astounded at how the younger girl was using each of them to arouse the other, urging his wife to enjoy his cock, and displaying his wife's arousal to stimulate him.

Rhonda's face was pressed against his, not kissing now, but lips and mouth pressed against his as they panted and groaned their coupling. He had his arms behind her, pressing her body into his, and felt the sweat on her back, and rubbing on his chest, her exertions on his cock heating her body. Then Danielle's face joined theirs, pressing in close.

"Her ass is delicious, Walt," she whispered to both of them, and pressed her tongue between their lips. Walt sucked at her slim muscle, and felt his arousal jump when Rhonda pushed his face aside to monopolize Danielle's mouth, sucking her ass from the younger girls tongue. His head swam, and then Rhonda pulled away in a gasp.

"Oh, fuck, her finger!" she exclaimed, and we watched her look into Danielle's eyes, silent, her mouth hanging open.

"My fingers are in her ass Walt, m-mm, it's so tight, so hot. You like that, Rhonda? You like your tight little sweet ass fingered? Does Walt put his cock in there and fuck you?" She dipped her head and licked Rhonda's open mouth, then her face. "Do you take his big cock up your tight little hole?"

My god, Walt thought, she is one nasty, sexy woman! He could feel her fingers inside his wife, pressing against his cock from the other side, and he groaned.

"Ye- yes, he fucks my ass," Rhonda managed to sputter.

"I bet you love it. I bet you love getting your ass fucked as much as you are enjoying his cock in you right now." Her eyes narrowed. "I can feel his cock fucking you," she hissed, and Rhonda came, then, her climax spurred by the dirty goading and the stimulation of her cunt and ass. Walt felt her body tense and her mouth opened wordlessly as she stopped fucking him, her body frozen in a rictus of pleasure as the wave crested, and broke over her. He held her still, feeling the tension in her body until it passed, and then she slumped hard against him, her head on his shoulder.

Danielle stepped back from them, and helped Walt guide his wife's body off his lap and onto the bed, laying her on her back across the bed sideways. She climbed on after her, crawling to her head, facing her feet, and reached over Rhonda's body to grab her legs behind the knees, pulling her legs up and out. Rhonda's hips curled up with the action, and Walt looked at her pussy and ass, displayed and open for him. Her lips spread wide and wet, her ass more open than usual, her pucker glistening with a coating of saliva and her cum.

"Get that cock back here, Walt," Danielle said sternly, "so I can watch you fuck her." Needing no additional urging, Walt climbed between his wife's legs and aimed the head of his cock at her open hole, red and waiting. He slipped fully into her in one stroke, hearing Rhonda's sharp intake of breath as he penetrated her deep.

"Oh, fuck, Rhonda," Danielle admired, "you cunt looks so sexy getting fucked!" Walt pumped her at will now, slamming his cock into her, fucking for himself now, feeling the first stirrings of his orgasm. "I can see his cock pumping into you, fuck, that's so hot! Yeah! Give him your cunt, baby! Let him fuck you like you need it!" Walt looked up from Rhonda's pussy, and looked at the younger girl, naked at the other end of his wife. Her head was lowered, her long lashes raised to look back at him. "She loves your cock, Walt, she loves you fucking her," she told him. "She's so hot, isn't she, Walt?"

"Fucking ... Hot!" Walt managed between grunts.

"You wanna see just how hot she is?"

Walt looked at her, a smile playing on her lips, curling slightly at the corners of her mouth, creating dimples in her cheeks. He slowed his thrusts, trying to hold off his imminent climax. And he watched as the younger woman adjusted her position, scooting forward until her bare pussy was over his wife's face. She leaned back slightly, thrusting her hips forward, spreading herself open for his view.

"She's hot enough to do this," Danielle announced softly, and lowered her wet, shaved pussy to Rhonda's face. Walt's eyes nearly jumped out of his head, and he froze momentarily, awaiting the resistance, and then was stunned to see his wife's mouth open, and her tongue extend, and he saw her lick the other girl's cunt.

His arousal jumped to a whole new level and he stopped his hips, holding himself inside and halting his stimulation. He watched his wonderful, erotic and sexy wife lick the wet pussy above her head, saw the underside of her tongue stretch as she entered the younger girl's opening, watched her lips wrap themselves on the delicate labia and suck. His mouth hung open; he was panting in his excitement, thrilled at the erotic spectacle of his wife's lesbian experience.

His reverie was shaken as Danielle leaned into him, pulling his head to hers. Her perfectly white teeth shone in her hot smile as her eyes danced into his, and she spoke clearly, defining her sentence with diction that turned each word into a delectable treat.

"You hot wife," she drew out, "your sexy, hot slut of a woman," her tongue licked her upper lip, "is licking my cunt!"

He groaned, and she leaned in to kiss him, her mouth open on his, her tongue reaching out to find his as he resumed his movement, cramming his cock fully into his wife, pumping madly as his climax built, and threatened, and then exploded. He shouted into Danielle's mouth with the same force that he blasted his cum into his wife, grunting with each pulsing spurt, jerking his body in time with the ejaculate.

He finished, and slowed, lazily stroking himself in and out of her cum-slicked hole, feeling the silky lava sensation around his shaft. Danielle pulled her face from his, and gently pushed him back, away from his wife. His cock slipped out, covered in their juices, and he looked at her, still wriggling on his wife's face. She was looking down between Rhonda's legs, and he thought she was looking at his cock, but when he pulled backwards her eyes stayed fixed, and then he knew she was looking at Rhonda's oozing red pussy. He pulled further back and out of the way, and he watched her soft blond ringlets cascade to the sides of her head as she lowered her body, prone over his wife, and settled her face between Rhonda's raised thighs.

For a few minutes he sat back on the bed and watched, but unlike porn flicks, there was no pulling the hair away and showing what they were doing. From his vantage point he could see Danielle's head moving slightly between Rhonda's thighs, her hands wrapped around her legs, her blonde curls bouncing. He wondered if she was licking her clit or licking his cum out of her. He got off the bed and stood at the foot, admiring their bodies stretched sideways across the bed, Rhonda's hands at Danielle's ass, seeing the swell of the side of their breasts as they pressed their naked forms together.




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 14



He spent a moment gazing in wonder at them, and then heard Rhonda's moans escalating, signaling the onset of her climax. He moved to her head and looked down at her between the smooth globes of Danielle's fine young hairless ass. He had a quick glimpse of Rhonda's tongue caressing between the younger girl's labia, but then she stopped, and her eyes and mouth opened wide, and she called out her climax, her sudden exclamation shattering the soft silence of moans and grunts. He felt the same warm, tight feeling inside him watching her cum as he did when it was at his own hands, and he waited as it passed, and her face relaxed, and her eyes regained focus, looking back up at him.

"That was beautiful, baby," he cooed to her, and dipped his head down, upside down over her, his forehead pressed into the soft ass cheeks above her and kissed her, soft and wet, tasting the flavor of Danielle on her lips. "Now finish what you started, baby, make her cum."

"I will if you help me," she whispered back, and she spread the taut ass cheeks above her with her fingers, exposing her tight crinkled hole. Walt grinned at his wife.

"Dirty girl," he told her, "it would be my pleasure!"

He waited to watch his loving wife begin licking the pussy in her face again, and then pushed his face between the spread cheeks, taking a long swipe up the crack, hearing the sound of Danielle's reaction.

"Oh, fuck," he heard, "lick my ass, Walt, lick my asshole while you wife licks my cunt! Fuck, make me cum on her face!"

After a few more slow licks he centered on her hole, playing around the outside, feeling the rubbery tight skin on his tongue, tasting her sweat, and her slightly spunky scent under the fresh smell of hot flesh and soap. He worked it, felt it loosen under his efforts, and then pushed his tongue into her back door, eliciting a squeal of delight.

"Fuck my ass with your tongue, oh, that's so good, fuck; suck my clit, bitch, so close, so close, here it comes!"

Walt redoubled his efforts, hearing the increasing volume of her cries, knowing that his wife was working her clit beneath him, and was struck by the idea that they were servicing the same person, both of them having sex, but not with each other, and not with other people, but with one person, at once. He pushed his tongue deeper, sucked her outer skin, and then she came, screaming and crying out in her passionate release.

He eased back out, caressing the outside of her asshole as it clenched and twitched through her climax, then gave a few slow licks to the area as her climax rolled over and receded, before pulling his head back, and looking down at Rhonda. She looked up at him, her face a display of wonder and pride, biting her lower lip, eyes twinkling and slightly crinkled at the corners. From her nose down her face glistened wetly, and the scent of Danielle's pussy wafted up on her hot breath.

"You are amazing," he told her, and leaned down to kiss her as he felt Danielle move up and off his wife, feeling her weight shifting around. He tasted her pussy on his wife's lips as he poked his tongue, fresh from Danielle's anus, into his wife's mouth. When he pulled back from the kiss Danielle was at her side, her face buried in Rhonda's neck, nuzzling her, her hand on a breast. He caught her eye and she smiled at him.

"She IS amazing, isn't she?" she asked, and kissed his wife's shoulder.

"Incredible," he confirmed, then to his wife he joked, "so, are you going to go lez on me?"

"I doubt it," she grinned, "I like cock too much." she blew out a laugh. "But I'd definitely do that again!" Danielle squeezed her to herself, and Rhonda shifted to put her arm around her for a gentle hug. Walt sat back onto his feet and watched them embrace.

"Well, don't think that the next time Frank is over I'm going to suck his dick!"

"Afraid you'll turn gay, Walt?" Danielle quipped, and they shared a chuckle. 

"I have no urge to suck another man's cock," he stated, "as much fun as it is to watch him fucking Rhonda, or watching her suck him." He looked at his wife with admiration. "But YOU clearly had the urge!"

"It's different for girls," she defended, and turned to Danielle and kissed her softly on the lips, their tongues playing on each other's lips. Walt licked his own lips, realized his mouth was completely dry from all the mouth breathing he'd done.

"I'm going to get us some water," he said, and eased himself off the bed. "Why don't you ladies just relax; I'll be right back."

"M-mm, okay," Rhonda murmured, still kissing their girlfriend, their fingertips playing lightly at each other's breasts and faces, relaxed and tender in the afterglow of orgasm. He gazed at them, allowing the vision of them together to burn into his memory as they loved each other, and left the room smiling to himself.

When he returned they drank water and laughed and talked and kissed, the three of them, until Rhonda needed to go to the bathroom, and announced that she was going to jump in the shower and clean up a bit. Danielle was sitting cross-legged and unashamed of her nakedness on the bed, and she flicked a playful glance at Rhonda.

"You trust me enough to leave me alone with your husband, naked?" she asked with a smile, brushing her hair from in front of her face.

"I don't know, should I?" Rhonda joked back. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she added and made for the door of the bathroom.

"That doesn't leave much out!" Danielle called after her, laughing.

"More water?" Walt offered, suddenly feeling slightly awkward to be alone with Danielle in a non-sexual situation, although they were both still naked, and moved to get up.

"No, stay and talk," she entreated, her expression open and welcome, her perfect straight teeth shining in her smile, her eyes twinkling brightly. She seemed to always be smiling, and he mentioned it.

"I'm very happy," she explained. "I'm naturally a happy person. Life is good," she told him. "Don't get me wrong," she added, motioning with her hand, "I have complications in my life, just like anyone, and I don't walk around with a goofy dumb smile all the time." She paused and touched his forearm. "But I'm not thinking about those things right now. Being with you, and Rhonda; this is good. No?"

Walt felt his smile erupt, as though hers was contagious. "I'm pretty happy myself, yes." he agreed. He watched her face become wistful, and asked. "What? All of a sudden you stop smiling?"

"It's you two," she said, and bit her bottom lip as she considered, her mouth curled a little at the edges, just enough to dimple her cheeks. "You're so wonderful together, so comfortable and at ease. So sharing, and considerate, and so... I don't know ... together." her eyes dropped a little. "I think I'm a little jealous."

"Of me and Rhonda? You're jealous of US?"

"God, yes, look at you two!" she blurted. "Besides that you're both good looking, you look young, you act young, you have great sex; with each other, with other people, and you're so in love, so married and perfect together..." She trailed off, and looked at the closed bathroom door. "It's like my dream, to be that happy, as happy as you guys are, to do what you do." she turned back to him. "Are there more guys like you in the world? 'Cause I haven't found one."

"I think I recall you telling us that you've had adventures like this before," he pointed out.

"Yes, but not WITH someone," she countered, then laughed. "I mean, yeah, with other people, but not with someone I could share the adventure with. Someone to go home with, and sleep with, and talk to afterwards," she trailed off, her voice turning softer as her head dropped down to her chest. "Some to love, and who loves me. Someone to share my life with." She lifted her head up, her expression one of longing and earnest desire, but not sexual. "I want to get married; fall in love with a great guy, and get married; someone who will share my desires, share my wants," she said, almost pleading, "someone who understands me, who wants what I want, who I can have adventures with, like you guys do." She lifted her head and looked at him, and broke into a sheepish grin. "Listen to me, I sound like a little girl," she laughed. "It's silly."

"It's not silly," he reassured her, and without thinking reached out to her and hugged her, holding her close, wanting her to feel safe and secure. "It's not silly at all," he whispered into her hair, inhaling her wonderful, clean scent, enhanced by a slightly musky residue. He felt her arms wrap around him, holding him to her, and they sat in each other's arms for a few minutes before she pulled back. She looked at him and put her hand on his chest.

"Maybe I should marry you," she said with an impish grin.

"I'm already married, honey," he reminded her.

"Not just you, Walt; both of you!" she laughed.

He laughed with her then, understanding her joke. "I'm not sure that's legal," he added, and they laughed more, and were still laughing when the bathroom door opened and Rhonda emerged, toweling her hair dry.

"What's so funny, you two?" she asked as she settled on the bed beside them, one foot tucked up underneath her.

"Danielle, she," Walt spurted between laughs, "she, she wants to marry us!" Danielle hid her face behind her hands, laughing uncontrollable, her slim shoulders shaking in delicate tremors.

"Oh, how cute!" Rhonda chirped, and climbed onto the bed to pull the younger girl to her and hold her tenderly. She kissed her hair and her hands stroked her back. "Poor thing," she said to Walt over Danielle's head. "She needs a man like you, Walt," and looked down at Danielle, putting her fingers under the girls chin and lifting her face. "Don't you, sweetie?"

"He's so wonderful," Danielle said, and her face turned wistful. "I'll never find a man like him."

"Of course you will, baby," she said soothing the younger girls yearning. She wrapped her arms around her, then pulled away and sat back against the headboard, and pulled Danielle to her, turning her so her back settled against Rhonda's chest, and she wrapped her arms around the younger woman and nuzzled her ear. "Remember, Walter and I found each other years ago, but didn't find THIS version of us until recently," she joked, producing a half smile from their guest. "Make sure you're looking for the right thing in a man; a good, caring man who loves you, who would do anything for you, and who you would do anything for. And let the rest come to you." She looked up at Walt as if she wanted to say more, only to him, but held her tongue.

Danielle was silent for a moment, then turned her head and kissed Rhonda, a loving, tender caress of lips and tongue, and as Walt watched, Rhonda's hands moved; one sliding up to cup a breast, the other slipping down between her legs. He felt his cock stirring as his wife fondled the younger girl.

"That's beautiful," he told them, and they broke the kiss to look at him.

"Why don't you join us?" Rhonda asked, but then Danielle broke away.

"No," she said, a sense of urgent anticipation in her voice. "No, I have a better idea, a special treat." She clambered off the bed, her naked lanky form all limbs and motion. "I brought a surprise," she said heading for the door, and turned. "Be right back!" she told them and disappeared.

They looked at each other. "Poor kid, she needs a good man," Rhonda observed pensively.

"What are you thinking, Ronnie?" Walt asked, but Rhonda remained silent, lost in her private thoughts, and Walt gazed at her until she squealed in delight, looking over his shoulder. He turned to see Danielle walking to the bed wearing a strap on dildo.

"You like it?" she asked, climbing back on the bed. "I bought it just for you!" Her fake cock bounced in front of her. She knelt upright on the bed, thrusting her hips forward, showing it off to Rhonda. It was lifelike, with a full head, and a little thicker around than his own, Walt observed, and he watched Rhonda's eyes widen slightly as her face broke into a grin.

"It's wonderful," Rhonda confirmed, "What are you going - are you going to..."

"I plan to fuck you with it!" Danielle blurted, and tossed herself on the bed on her back, her cock sticking straight up in the air. She stroked it, like she was jerking slowly. "Get that pussy over here baby, and ride my dick!"

Walt watched Rhonda's face light up as she crawled to the younger woman and threw her leg over her abdomen, facing her, and positioned her pussy over the head of the fake phallus. She reached between them and lined herself up, rubbing the head on her lips. Walt leaned over to look behind her, seeing her labia part around the head, smearing her juices on it. She was wet, but he only saw for a moment before Rhonda lowered herself, taking the head inside.

"Oh, sweetie, your cock feels so good in my pussy," Rhonda told the girl beneath her, and wriggled her hips, settling herself about half way down the shaft. "So fat, fuck, that feels good." she turned her head over her shoulder to look at Walt. "Honey, you see my cunt taking her cock?"

"Fucking A; it's so hot," he answered, and then Rhonda settled her hips down, and he watched her lips pull inside as she took the full length inside her, and began shifting forward and back, nestling it all the way in, and heaving a loud sigh. He watched as she began rising and falling on the shift, taking long, full strokes on it, fucking her wet pussy on the younger girl's dick. He cock was fully hard now, and he absently stroked himself until Danielle called to him.

"Don't waste it, Walt," she advised, "get over here so me and Rhonda can suck your dick!" Needing no additional beckoning, Walt scooted himself to top of the bed and laid his cock across Danielle's face. Her mouth opened and her tongue slicked the underside of his shaft as his wife dropped her body lower, and ran her tongue across the top. The delicious sensation of two tongues licking him squirreled through him, making him squirm in anticipation and delight. The fact that they were doing it while his wife was riding the other girl's strap-on cock amplified his excitement.

Rhonda reached for his shaft, pointing it up and taking the head into her mouth. As she did Danielle craned her neck to lick his ball sack. After coating his scrotum she sucked a testicle into her mouth while his wife sucked his head. He looked down to see a look pass between them, the same lusty, secretive look they had been giving each other all night. He cared very little as the two wet mouths worked his cock and balls, but in the back of his mind he knew that they were getting off on this as much as he was, and it thrilled him.

He shifted himself over Danielle's head, pointing his cock at his wife as he settled his ball sack over Danielle's face, allowing her to drop her head back to the bed while still servicing his balls, and giving his wife better access to his cock. She was only giving him half a blowjob, most of her concentration was on the fat dildo she was riding, but she pulled off and looked down at Danielle.

"Fuck, me, baby," she cooed, "I'm taking a cock at both ends, two cocks at once, fuck, I'm so horny." she rubbed her face on his slick shaft. "One in my mouth and one in my cunt, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Walt watched Danielle's eyes light up with lust and desire, and he pulled his balls off her face to watch as she began thrusting up into his wife, fucking her hard, driving the cock into her cunt forcefully. Rhonda groaned and her mouth dropped open, and Walt raised himself up on his knees to drive his cock into her open maw. She held her head still and looked up at him, holding her mouth open, and he began fucking into her mouth, struggling not to push too far and make her choke, but testing her limits, ensuring she was feeling fucked at both end.

"Yeah, Ronnie," Danielle encouraged, "take my cock, feel me fucking you while your wonderful man fucks your face. You're such a slut, taking two cocks at once!" Her dirty talk reached into his brain and he pushed a little deeper, making Rhonda gag a little, and she coughed out a string of spit around his shaft. He pulled back a little, leaving the head inside her mouth, and watched the thick string of saliva hang from his shaft around her lips, and fall into Danielle's face. He swooned at the image.

"Yeah, get it nice and wet, Ronnie," she urged, "Make his dick nice and slick and hard, so he can fuck your ass while I fuck your cunt!" Rhonda froze at the words, and so did Walt, though likely not for the same reason. His wife's eyes went wide and her mouth hung slack as her hips held motionless, raised slightly. Walt looked at her, then down at the grinning Danielle, who stared at him, her eyes hot with mischief. She gave him a nod and a tight grin as she resumed fucking the immobile Rhonda, and he pushed his cock into his wife's mouth one more time, sliding it slowly into her face until she gagged out of her stupor, and coughed a stream of spit onto his shaft. He pulled out and held it in front or her face as tears formed on her eyes.

"Take a good look at it, Rhonda," he told her, casting a quick glance at Danielle's grinning face. "Next time you feel it will be at your back door!" He leaned in and kissed her wet mouth, and she sucked his tongue greedily.

He pulled away and made his way to the end of the bed, situating himself behind his wife. Danielle called out that she had left a bottle of lube on the floor and he scrambled after it, climbing back on the bed, his cock hard and bouncing in front of him. He paused for a second to watch the cock penetrating his wife's pussy, her legs spread wide over the thick shaft as it plunged up into her. He stroked her ass cheeks, and heard her sigh. Holding his hands still, he pressed on her cheeks, spreading them, exposing her crinkled winking knot. He felt the impact of Danielle's thrusts through her body, and something else, a twitch, a tremble of excitement in Rhonda's hips. And he smiled, knowing she was as excited as he was.

He flipped the cap on the lube and drizzled it down her crack, watching it pool in the shallow of her anus, and touched a finger to the tight opening. He felt the tremble again, and played lightly at her hole, spreading the lube, before adding pressure, and watching his finger open her and push inside. He teased his fingertip at the opening, and then slid it inside her, getting a moan from his wife.

"He must have his finger in you," Danielle told Rhonda, "I wish I had a real cock so I could feel it!"

Walt pushed all the way into her ass, feeling the tightness of the muscle, the heat, and the gradual relaxation as she opened her back door for him. He stroked more, added more lube, then slipped a second finger inside her, feeling the muscle clench first, then relax, and accept the digits. He stroked in and out while he drizzled lube on his cock and flipped the top closed, coated his shaft, and wiped it on her ass crack. He spread his fingers inside her, widening her, allowing her back door to open and adjust, careful not to move too quickly. Rhonda grunted with each penetration. When he slipped a third finger into her and pushed, she groaned.

"Oh, fuck, my ass," she called out, "Fuck me Walt, fuck my ass while she fucks my cunt! Do it! Fuck my ass now, I want your cock in my ass!"

Walt head spun at her filthy beckonings and lined himself up, removing his fingers and pressing the spongy head of his dick to her back door. Danielle slowed, and then stopped thrusting, and reached behind Rhonda to spread her cheeks as Walt braced his hips, and pushed. The head popped inside.

"Oh, Christ, he's in me, his cock is inside me," he heard his wife tell their girlfriend. The thought gave him pause, is that want he was doing? Double penetrating his wife with their girlfriend? He grinned at the thought and pushed a little deeper, seating about half his shaft inside, feeling the tight gripping heat of her ass clenching his cock. He reached for the lube, pulled out a little, and dripped a little more on her ring where it circled his shaft, and then slowly pressed fully inside her.




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 14



Rhonda let out a loud groan and advised him to wait and he held his position inside her while she became accustomed to the feeling, her tight ass relaxing and pulsing on his cock. Fuck, it was so good, so incredibly tight, and he wallowed in the sensation of being in her ass for only the second time, this time with a fat dildo on her pussy, increasing the friction.

"Okay, you go first," he heard, and was about to start pumping when Danielle began sliding her cock out, slowly, and then back in, fuck, he could feel her dildo moving against his cock, pushing against the underside of his shaft! He waited until Danielle had built up a rhythm, and didn't wait for the go-ahead, but slid his shaft out about halfway and slowly pushed back in, and heard his wife moan in glorious appreciation.

She began stuttering phrases between grunts then, as Walt fucked her ass. "Oh,fuck .... Fuck me ... Fuck me... Oh, fuck," she repeated. Walt occasionally sensed the fat dildo in her cunt pressing against his own cock, but there was no effort on his part to develop a rhythm, or to concentrate on the differences between this time and the first time he'd fucked her back door; instead he reveled in the sensations, and concentrated on his own stimulation and his wife's reactions as she climbed the ecstasy ladder to her climax. 

Her groans became louder, sharper, shorter. Her words fell off, her narration of her penetration devolving into syllables, then sounds, and then her body clenched and froze as she cried out, and he slowed his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of her anal muscles as they clutched his shaft, and he felt his orgasm approach, inspired by her excitement and thrill. His balls boiled and clenched and his stomach tightened as he passed the point of no return, and then he was shouting as he spewed his cream into her anal cavity, feeling the spurts shoot from him, feeling her hole become hotter, more slick, but still tight on him, and he pushed all the way in and held there, pulsing his hips as his ejaculation completed. He heaved a loud sigh and lowered himself to her back, his arm wrapping around her, hands at her breasts, and he nuzzled the back of her neck, his heavy breaths matching hers.

After a few minutes he slipped his cock from her, still half hard, and eased off the bed to retrieve towels from the bathroom. He cleaned himself, and brought one for Rhonda. When he returned they were lying next to each other, wrapped in each other's arms. Rhonda's eyes were closed, her head on Danielle's shoulder, they way she would normally embrace him, and he had a moment of conflict, admiring her contented status at the same time fearing he was replaced. He brushed it away, and proceeded to clean his wife, taking a moment to notice the semen leaking from her anus, and the swollen, open state of her used and sated pussy. He grinned, conflict forgotten.

Danielle's dildo still stood angry and wet from her groin, and he noted the slick juices on the permanently erect toy. He looked at Danielle, who was watching him as he lovingly tended to his wife.

"You're still hard," he joked.

"Yeah, it never goes soft," she returned. She sat up, extricating herself from Rhonda's embrace, and began slipping the harness off. He noted that there was a smaller, curved dildo inside, and he watch as she slipped it from her beautiful shaved pussy, and looked as she held her legs open for him. Her fingers went to her labia and spread them for his eyes. "This is still hard, too," she added as she pulled back the hood and exposed her swollen clit, standing proud and pink at the top of her treasure. "Could you take care of that for me? I don't think Ronnie is up to it."

He looked at his wife, her eyes closed, her breathing easy and regular, and realized she had fallen asleep in her exhaustion and release. He looked back at Danielle, glanced down to her pussy, then back to her face.

"My pleasure," he confirmed, and lay prone on the bed, and began working a finger inside her as his tongue danced at her clit. She was close, and he went straight for her orgasm, not dallying and exploring, but trying to get her off. She responded immediately, and pulled his head into her pussy with both hands.

"Fuck, yeah, Walt, lick my clit, baby," she cooed softly. Her hips pulsed up to meet his tongue, and he applied pressure and speed, flicking her button as his fingers caressed her g-spot. He heard her grunt softly, and realized she was holding her volume down, trying not to wake his wife. He focused his efforts, responding to her vocal and physical cues, until her thighs clamped on his head as her hips lifted off the bed and she pulled his hair, her sweet body shaking slightly as she pushed her shaved cunt into his face, her juices running over his hand and chin. He hung on, holding his breath until she released him with an audible exhale.

He lifted his head and looked at her over her lovely, soaking shaved mound. Her eyes opened and she met his gaze, the twinkle still peeking from under her eyelids, but more subdued after her release. He took an exaggerated swipe of his lips with his tongue, and she smiled.

"Tasty," he whispered, matching her concern for his sleeping wife.

"Rhonda thinks so too," she returned, and he grinned. He wasn't sleepy, and motioned with his head, and they silently climbed off the bed, leaving Rhonda in her slumber. He offered her a robe from the closet and pulled a pair of sweatpants from a drawer and they made their way downstairs.

Sipping water in the kitchen, he leaned against the counter, looking at Danielle who sat, her legs crossed at the knee, her exposed leg elegant and luxurious from the parted robe, her foot bouncing lightly. He held his glass and toasted her, and she returned it.

"That was something," he offered.

"Very exciting," she agreed. "Ronnie is a special lady; you're a lucky man." Her eyes narrowed. "She's a lucky woman," she added.

"You're not going to steal her from me, are you?" he asked, then added with a smile, "Turn her into your lesbian slave, or something?"

"You're an ass," she quipped, "but a nice one." She sipped her water. "No, I think I have enough lesbian slaves, Walt," she kidded. "I'll leave her with you." Her smile beamed brightly and honestly on her face. "Besides, she likes getting fucked way too much to turn lesbian." She shook her head, her blonde ringlets dancing with the motion. "She was amazing, the way she took both of us, huh?"

"You're telling me," he laughed. "I think you ruined her with that giant toy of yours. I'll probably never feel the sides again!"

"Nonsense," she denied, "I use fat ones all the time." she grinned, her dimples pronounced and endearing. "It shrinks back," she told him.

"Good to know," he answered. He looked at her, admiring her comfort level, her ease and acceptance of who she was, what they had just done, and shook his head. "You're amazing, you know," he told her. "It's a pretty fair bet that we're going to want to do this again, with you." He added quickly, "If you're up for it, of course."

"You bet, Walt," she replied, and raised her glass in a toast. "But maybe next time you should bring some help!"

Walt had a fleeting image in his head of Rhonda sucking his cock while riding Danielle's toy and Frank sliding into her ass, and he trembled inside.



Walt and Rhonda Ch. 15



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an ongoing fantasy series of a fictional married couple enjoying an open relationship. It contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If that's not for you, please move on. Civil comments welcome! 

Thanks to all who have stuck with the series. If you are joining at this juncture, chapters 1, 2, and 5 are enough to get you up to speed. But they're all pretty good, IMHO. But I have no more Walt and Rhonda stories written, son it might be a while before I post more of them. Apologies to those who are following the series, but time for the new joiners to catch up. 

*

"Really? She said you should bring help?" They were out to dinner, and talking of their weekend with Danielle. Rhonda picked an appetizer off the plate. "That's what she called it; help?"

"Just like that," Walt confirmed, and lifted a stuffed mushroom to his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. 

Rhonda looked at him, her fork poised halfway to her mouth. "Do you think she meant, like, something chemical, to keep you up?" Her fork neared her mouth, then pulled back. "Or did she mean another man?" She took the food into her mouth, delighting in the mix of flavors. 

"Oh, she definitely meant another guy," Walt confirmed, nodding and grinning. "She was insatiable, you remember."

Rhonda swallowed, and added, "Oh, I remember." she rolled her eyes in mock surprise. "Believe me, I remember!"

Walt reached across the table and took her hand. "You were so hot that night," he told her, and she felt a little tingle at his tender touch. "You were pretty insatiable yourself." He grinned at her. "I know I've said it already, but it was so hot seeing you with her, and then doing you while she was, too." She watched his eyes glance around them, and lowered his voice. "When we were both fucking you at once, you were so sexy, so hot, I almost couldn't stand it," he told her, and she felt a warmth run through her, not just from the remembering, but from hearing him compliment her in such a lurid manner. 

"It was so hot, having both of you in me," she told him, looking directly into his eyes. For the next few minutes the world dropped away for her, and there was only the two of them, the sound and sights and scents of the restaurant fading into the background, her universe closing in to encapsulate them in a cocoon of their shared experience. "Being with her, licking her, tasting her," she related, "it was so far beyond my boundaries, so new; so erotic and irresistible. When she licked you out of me I thought I had gone to heaven." She felt a rush of excitement as the words recalled her sensations that night. "And then, riding her toy, and feeling you inside me, too, it was beyond describable." She gazed into his face for a long, silent moment, wordless massages passing between them as they each experienced the event in their shared memories.

"Excuse me," they heard from nearby, bursting their isolation bubble and the environment returned. Rhonda looked to her side to see a woman there, standing at their table. She was dressed in a conservative business suit, and the expression on her face told them she was none too pleased. "It should be none of my business, and I wish it were," she began condescendingly, addressing both of them at first, but then settling on Rhonda. "But you should know that your voices are not as low as they ought to be in a public place," she stated intolerantly. "There are other people here, trying to eat, and your... your... disgusting perversions are...well, it's disgusting." Rhonda felt the woman's eyes drilling into her; clearly she was upset not only at what was said, but at her, for saying it. She quickly took a glance around to see if they had drawn any other unwelcome attention, saw no faces looking her way except for the friends of the woman addressing them.

"I'm sorry if we disturbed you," she apologized, risking a glance at Walt, who suddenly found something interesting on his plate to examine. Big help. Still, the woman had clearly addressed her, and so she responded. "We'll keep it down."

"It turns my stomach," the woman added for emphasis. "Talking about your bedroom antics should be kept in the bedroom," she insisted haughtily. "And what you said...a proper woman doesn't do such things, never mind speak of them in public!"

There; it was out, Rhonda told herself, and felt her body instinctively assume a defensive posture. She straightened to her full seated height, and looked the offended patron directly in the eye. 

"First," she began, "I already apologized, and second, who are you to judge me, to judge US, and what we do?" she spoke softly and without anger, keeping her tone as neutral as she knew how. "It's not your business, is it?"

"If you say it out loud, it becomes everyone's business," the woman replied, not backing down.

"Fair enough," she acknowledged, "but hearing it and thinking...what you think...is not that same as coming to me and casting your judgment on me. Is that called for?" The woman's mouth dropped open and she stammered, trying to reply, but Rhonda rolled over her. "Listen, what we do together is our business, and I'm sorry if I offended you. And let me say, for the record, that if I had heard someone talking like this ten years ago, or even two years ago, I would have been just as shocked as you are. But I never would have approached the person and...called them names. What makes you think we are the slightest bit interested in your opinion of what we do?" The woman's mouth was opening and closing now; she struggled for words, and Rhonda carried on. "We are mature, married adults, and we enjoy ourselves. Why is that something you feel you need to criticize us for?"

"The...the things you said...what you were talking about...a woman should not behave that way, dear," she said, more conciliatory now, but still sticking to her guns. "You should have more respect for yourself, and not let others treat you that way." She blinked rapidly as she finished her statement, as though for emphasis.

"Respect? Treat me that way?" she asked, her voice a little louder now. "It was my idea!" she laughed, and looked to Walt for confirmation. He was now watching the exchange with a bemused grin. She turned back to the woman. "Like I said, what we do, and how we do it is none of your business. I have already apologized for speaking too loudly. But you don't judge me; nobody judges me." She looked at the woman, who remained silent, and she narrowed her eyes. "I think we're done, no? Why don't you go sit back down with your friends. And sweetie," she added, kindly, but without regret, "loosen up a little. You're kind of uptight."

The woman stood there a second longer, and then harrumphed and turned and walked away. Rhonda turned back to Walt. "Can you believe that?"

"Perhaps you were a little too loud," h observed.

"A simple 'shush' would have been sufficient," she smirked, and they resumed their dinner. 

After the main course was served, she resumed where she had left off before the woman had interrupted than, this time keeping aware of the volume of her speech. 

"You know," she took up, her voice hushed and secretive, "you mentioned Danielle saying you should bring help next time," she began. "What do you think about bringing Frank the next time? With Danielle?"

He grinned at her. "Bold move," he commented, "for a woman who wasn't sure she could get him to come back last time!" he quipped.

"Stop, I'm serious, Walt."

"I know you are," he said, motioning with his fork. "The question is, what are you serious about?" He looked at her with a suspicious leer, his eyes narrowed and focused, but the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement. "Is it a foursome you're serious about?" he teased. "A gangbang three-on-one? Or are you serious about granting Danielle's wish?" He poked his plate with the fork for emphasis. "Or," he paused for effect, "is there something else you've got on your mind?" He picked up the ravioli and popped it into his mouth, chewing with a grin.

"I don't know what you mean," she answered, looking away.

"I think you do," he countered. "I know how your mind works," he added, finishing chewing and grinning broadly. "You're trying to get Danielle together with Frank."

"No, that's not... No." She was flustered, because that was exactly what she was thinking, but she thought she was being slick. She snorted a laugh at herself. "Oh, all right," she admitted, and he smiled at her, and she saw the admiration in his eyes.

"You hopeless do-gooder," he grinned, "you think Frank needs a good woman, and you know Danielle is looking for a guy," he told her, "and you think that since they have both been involved with us, that they would appreciate each others...uh-m...tendencies, so you want to pair them up."

"But don't you think they'd be perfect together?" she blurted. "Danielle is so sweet, so nice..."

"So hot."

"Yes, hot too, she's such a wonderful person; and Frank is ... well," she trailed off.

"Its okay, Ronnie, you can say you like him." He looked at her, and she saw only his love in his gaze. "You're attracted to him, I know that. Just like I'm attracted to Danni."

"Well, yes, he's attractive," she managed.

"No, not attractive. Of course, he's a handsome guy, but he's more than that to you. You like him. A lot. I see it in you." He reached out and took her hand. "It's okay, you know. I understand how you feel about him." He squeezed her fingers in his own. "And you want him to be happy, and you think he needs a good woman, one who compares well with you. And you think Danielle is that girl."

"Oh, but isn't she?" Rhonda effused. "They're so alike, she's so lively and full of life, and he's such a rare gem, and so handsome, so considerate; they'd be perfect together."

"I can see you're excited about the idea, trying to match up two people you care about," he advised, and she felt her enthusiasm wane, just a little, waiting for the 'but' she knew was coming. "But there is a wide difference in their ages; she's younger than us, and he's older, and I think you could be setting yourself up for a disappointment if you want this too much."

"I know," she admitted glumly. But then, ever the idealist, she cast her doubts aside. "But wouldn't it be great if it worked out?"

"All I'm saying is that they need something in common besides wanting to have sex with you, with us," he warned.

"That's not all I'm looking at; you just can't see the possibilities," she countered.

"Excuse me; I don't mean to interrupt."

They both turned at the male voice that suddenly appeared at their table. He was younger than them, though not quite Danielle's age; maybe late thirties, well dressed, tall and fit. Rhonda spoke first.

"Oh, hello, yes? Can I help you?"

"Yes, perhaps," he said and eyed a chair from a nearby empty table. "You mind?" They nodded and he drew the chair to their table and sat. "Thank you," he noted as he dropped his lanky frame into the seat. "Forgive my forwardness, but my wife and I overheard your conversation, ah, before."

Rhonda braced for impact, remembering the lecturing judgment of the woman earlier, and felt her back tense as her defenses were aroused. She glanced in the direction the young man had motioned in to see a dark-haired woman about his age, sitting forward in her chair, her elbows on the table, looking directly back at her with a suspicious grin, and Rhonda's sensations of defensiveness altered to a feeling of prey. 

She turned back to their guest as he continued. "So, we couldn't help but overhear, earlier," he continued, "my wife Diane and I; but I'll admit it was harder to hear after that woman made that fuss." He shifted his look between them, and Walt made a 'go ahead' motion with his eyes. "Well, if we misunderstood, I apologize in advance, but did we understand that you two are enjoying an open marriage?"

*

"I'm a little nervous," she said as she applied her makeup. "Really, this is all, I don't know, a little new."

"Kind of like a date," Walt filled in. 

"Very much," she agreed, "but with another couple?"

Walt chuckled. "More nervous than seeing Frank for lunch?"

"That was different; I already knew him."

"And had sex with him."

"That's just it, I think," she said, stopping her application and turning in her seat to face him as he dressed in from of the mirror. "This isn't like meeting someone you've had sex with, and want to do it again, and it's not like meeting someone you don't know, and wanting to have sex with them," she explained. "This is PLANNING to have sex, with people we only barely know."

She waited for an answer, but none came, and she returned to her makeup, putting the finishing touches on her eyes, and standing, smoothing her skirt. She pushed in front of Walt to see herself in the mirror. "Do I look all right?"

Walt slipped his arms around her from behind, nestling his chin on her shoulder and his hips against her butt. "You look wonderful, Sexy," he told her, looking at her image in the mirror as he held her. She met his gaze in their reflection. 

"You're not nervous?" she asked.

"A little," he admitted with a smile, "but not near enough to call and back out!"

"Me neither," she returned, and grinned broadly. "I just thought I was being crazy, that's all." she turned her head and kissed him, feeling his tongue, meeting it, as his hands caressed her front from her stomach to her shoulders. She pulled back and away. "Stop, you'll wrinkle me."

"I'll do more than that," he warned, slapping her ass lovingly as she grabbed her purse. "and I expect that we'll both be pretty wrinkled before the night is over!"

*

Rhonda listened with only half her attention as Diane related a story of swapping with another couple, watching her husband Gary fucking another woman while she rode the girl's boyfriend. The other half of her mind was occupied watching Gary and Walt, listening with rapt attention, Gary smiling proudly as his wife described the event, and Walt expressing interest, interjecting with questions about details. 

When she and Walt had first begun their 'adventures' they had each hid it from the other; each wondering what the other would think, imagining each other doing it with someone else, and teasing each other without admitting it was true. At a party one night they'd each had the opportunity to witness the other with someone else, and in discussing it later, each had admitted to what they had done, what they had seen, and how much they enjoyed it. They had committed to continuing their adventures, agreeing that they would remain honest with each other, and never sneak behind the others back. 

But she had never imagined then that she would be sitting in the den of another couple, preparing to swap partners and enjoy a sexual romp in full view of each other. She wondered if they were going too far. Sure, picking up and fucking interesting and attractive men was fun, and entertaining, and frankly, exhilarating. And the threesomes they had enjoyed recently were equally fun. And while she was looking forward to experiencing Gary's cock, and watching Walt plow himself into little Diane, she was resistant to the planned nature of the evening. It all felt, well, a little too calculated. 

Gary had picked up the story now, telling of the later events of the same evening, focusing on the lurid details of who did what to whom, and how exciting it was when Diane took on both men. The night they described was more like what she looked for, she reflected; a sudden development, both couples taken by the passion of the moment, and delving into surprising and erotic behavior. And that, she thought, was the missing detail. It was the absence of overwhelming passion, the surrender to desire, that had been present in all her adventures to date. This evening, because it had been discussed and planned beforehand, just felt too calculated, and was missing the impulsive desire that she enjoyed. 

They had planned the threesomes with Frank and Danielle, sure. But those felt different; Walt had already had Danielle once, and told her all about it. And she had already had Frank once, with Walt watching, and again before inviting him over before the threesome. Those events felt like natural extensions of what they'd already done and shared. This, as exciting as it sounded , just felt a little too arranged.

Looking at the other three, she noted that they did not seem to share her reticence. Walt was already adjusting his boner, and Gary and Diane were practically salivating, eager to begin the evening's activities. Not that she was resistant; no, not at all. She was looking forward to sucking Gary's cock, and from the bulge he was showing, she was going to enjoy it. Her pussy was practically hissing steam from thinking about getting him inside her. And she was anticipating watching Walt with that hot little Diane, too. 

But the attraction, the anticipation she had felt when they met them at the restaurant, the newness and undeniable urge, had waned in the days since the meeting. She had voted for all of them returning to Gary and Diane's place that night, but they already had plans, and the next weekend was no good. So they had scheduled this based on when they were all available, and it took some of the magic out of it. And she missed the magic. She felt a little like the way she sometimes felt after she fucked a new guy, when the horniness was satisfied and the urge dissipated, and suddenly the guy didn't seem as desirable as he did before he filled her with his load. 

"Hey, Rhonda," she heard Gary say into her ear, and snapped out of her introspection to see Walt kissing Diane on the couch across from her. Finally, she thought, the talking was over, and they could get to it. She grinned, and reached into Gary's lap and grabbed his bulge, giving no thought to missing the part where he had moved next to her. She turned to him and smiled.

"Why don't you take this out, so I can suck your cock?" she asked him, loud enough to make sure her husband and Gary's wife could hear. Gary scooted up onto his knees, angling his tall frame towards her and undoing his pants as they kissed. She felt his lips, thinner and firmer than Walt's, pressing at her mouth, and her lips parted, and she danced her tongue into his mouth as he shuffled his pants down his long legs. As they reached his knees he knelt upright, and she saw his cock, hard and long, staring insolently up at her, a drop of clear fluid bubbling at the tip, beckoning and daring. She grasped the base of his shaft as he worked the pants and boxers off his legs, and leaned in, squeezing the base, forcing the drip to enlarge and slide down the head to the bottom of the crown. She glanced up briefly, then lowered her head, swiping her tongue at the underside of his spongy head, and swept the pre-cum up with the tip of her tongue, tasting the slick fluid, and feeling his cock twitch at her connection.

She snuck a glance a Walt and Diane on the opposite couch to see them watching her; her husband sitting back against the couch, Diane in his arms with her back against his chest, his hands up under her shirt. Rhonda's mouth split into a wide smile and she opened her mouth and lowered her head, taking Gary's cock into her mouth.

"Yeah, suck that cock," she heard Diane call out, then add more softly, to Walt, "She wants his cock. Look at her sucking him."

And despite her misgivings at the arrangement of the evening, she knew it was true, she DID want his cock, she loved having it in her mouth, and was eager to get it into her pussy, and she enjoying being watched as she got what she wanted. She stroked her mouth up and down his shaft, allowing her drool to coat him, feeling her lips slide effortlessly up and down, tasting the flavor of his skin, feeling the hardness under the thin skin slipping into her mouth, filling her. She focused on the swollen spongy head pushing against the back of her mouth as she pushed down, the feeling of her tongue swirling around it as she pulled back. The overwhelming sensation of having her mouth filled with cock sent tremors of passion through her, her former misgivings of the evening forgotten now, as she sucked his beautiful hard cock. 




Walt and Rhonda Ch. 15



She pushed all the way down, wrapping her lips as far down as she could reach, and looked up at Gary's wife and her own husband, they were in the same position as before, but her pants were down now, hanging off one ankle in a bunch, and her feet were up on the couch, her knees spread wide. Walt had one hand still at her breasts, pulling on a nipple, but the other was between her legs, her shaved pussy exposed and glistening as his fingers penetrated her. She felt an additional tingle seeing her man enjoying himself, and saw him smile at her, knowing he was as thrilled watching her as she was watching him. She hummed on the cock that was deep in her mouth, and felt Gary's hips pulse up into her, almost making her gag. She pulled back, took one more hard suck on the head, and popped off with a loud wet smack. She looked at Diane. 

"I love his cock," she told the girl. "I'm going to fuck him now," she added, and Diane's eyes rolled back in her head as Rhonda sat up and began stripping her clothes off. She wanted to fuck him, to get fucked by him; she wanted them to see her, wanted to watch her husband with Diane as she was getting fucked. She was pushing her pants off her hips as Gary pulled her in for a kiss, removing his own shirt as he did. They wrestled their clothes off frantically, kissing between articles, until they were both naked in front of their spouses. She straddled his lap and kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding wetly, mouths open and panting as she rubbed her wet cunt along the underside of his shaft, feeling it splitting her lips, opening her and rubbing her clit, and sending bolts of pleasure through her. She groaned into his open mouth, then pushed back. 

"Fuck, I need your cock in me, now!"

She lifted off his lap and turned, putting her back to his chest and straddling his legs, leaning over his knees. She grabbed his big shaft and aimed it at her pussy, feeling the slick moisture that coated her there, and rubbed the head between her lips. She looked up as she centered it on her opening, and then looked up and stared directly into Walt's eyes, and lowered herself. She felt her pussy stretch and widen, accepting the large invader, and she inhaled deeply, feeling the delight of first penetration as she watched her husband watching her get fucked. She lowered herself slowly, dragging out the initial insertion, feeling her inside wrap around the shaft, spreading, accepting, and filling; adjusting to the cock as it moved completely into her, until finally pushing against the end of her eager cunt as her ass settled on his spread thighs. She settled onto him, feeling his balls tight against her clit, and slowly eased her hips back and forth, feeling the shaft bumping her cervix deep inside her, and she groaned. 

"Fuck, that's good," she oozed as Gary reached around to her tits and began playing with her nipples. She lifted herself a little, pumping her cunt with short strokes on his shaft, before taking a longer one, rising up until only the head was inside, poised at her opening, and took a few long strokes up and down, her eyes closed in delight as she fucked herself on Gary's cock, inhaling deeply with each lift, and grunting each time she lowered herself. She felt his fingers tighten on her nipples, pinching, squeezing, and then pulling them, hard; bolts of pleasure ran through her chest to her pussy, and her clit hardened and swelled.

She adjusted her legs to hold herself up above him, and he began thrusting up into her. She opened her eyes to see Walt and Diane, doggie style, sideways across the opposite couch, both of them looking at her as she squatted, legs apart, a hard cock burrowing up inside her. Walt wore a deeply satisfied smile as he buried his cock in the other woman, and Diane caught Rhonda's gaze with a hungry, feral expression. 

"He's fucking me good, Ronnie," she said as they stared at each other. "His cock is so deep in me." Rhonda took in the sight of them as she felt Gary thrust up harder into her, spurred by his wife's words. She saw Walt's fingers pressing into the flesh at Diane's hips, gripping her tightly and pulling her back into his groin as he pumped into her. She saw his legs and ass flex as his body moved back and forth; she saw her ass jiggle each time their bodies collided, her legs tensed and her breasts shaking loosely beneath her as Walt slammed long hard strokes into her. And between their bodies she could see his shaft, thick and wet, glistening with her juices, entering and exiting Diane's cunt.

So different from sharing one person, she thought as Gary plunged up hard into her, and she pushed down, meeting his penetration, feeling him deep inside her. Watching Walt fuck was so erotic. Getting fucked while she was watching him, sharing his stimulation and desire, seeing him enjoy himself while she was getting it just as good from the other woman's man, was a delight she would struggle to describe. She felt Gary's hand at her neck, pushing her down, and she lowered her upper body to her thighs, her breasts pressing to his knees as she doubled over. She looked between her own legs, and saw his cock in her, spreading her wide, stretching her opening, so wet and willing, and she swooned. Seeing herself getting fucked, seeing Walt fucking, it was so hot; seeing sex while having sex and being watched, it was triple the eroticism, pleasure piled on pleasure. And knowing that Walt was feeling the same as she, was sharing the experience by connecting them at the libido, pushed it to another level and she felt her orgasm approaching. But before it took hold, Gary pushed her forward, following with his own body but not pulling out, and she dropped to her knees on the floor. Gary moved with her, and then was pounding her from the rear, just like his wife was getting it from Walt. After adjusting her position, she felt her climax resume its rapid build.

She had a flash of insight then, as her orgasm reasserted its pending explosion; in a fleeting image she saw herself go from who she had been to where she was now. The changes in her life flashed through her mind; from the teasing on vacation to the sneaking behind each other's backs, each of them having sex with other people; to the party and seeing each other and the agreement, then to sharing their experiences and their partners, and now to this, getting fucked while watching her husband fuck another woman. The revelation took only a moment, but it sent a rush through her that roared like a freight train, and her orgasm took a leap closer to the surface. She was close, so close, to cumming on Gary's cock, aroused by the thrill, the forbidden nature of what she had done, and was doing, and the feeling of his cock inside her, pushing hard, filling her. She imagined the feeling of him, swelling, and enlarging, and filling her with his cum, and she shuddered in anticipatory delight.

She craned her neck to see Walt as he pulled out, and Diane turned on the couch and sucked his cock. She saw his shaft, wet and shining with her pussy juices as her mouth slipped over the head, sucking loudly and making wet noises. When she pulled off, she looked up at Walt, and rubbed his cockhead on her lips and face. 

"Fuck, your cock is so tasty," she told him, "put it back in me now; fuck me good. I want to see you when you cum in me."

"Get on your back," Walt told her, and Diane glanced at Rhonda, and climbed off the couch, laying on her back on the floor, scooting forward, her head underneath Rhonda. She felt the younger woman reach up and grab her breasts, sucking a nipple into her mouth as Walt settled between her legs on his knees. He pushed Gary's wife's legs up to her chest, and rested his cock on her open pussy, not a foot away from Rhonda's face. 

"Look at her pussy, Rhonda, watch me fuck her." She was mesmerized, feeling Gary's cock pound her, driving her orgasm closer, as Diane bit lightly on her nipple, and watched Walt's cock push into the pussy just a few feet in front of her face. Her orgasm climbed, and peaked, and just as the crest broke over her, she felt Gary's wet thumb at her ass, pushing inside, and she screamed her orgasm to the room. 

"I'm cumming, fuck, I'm cumming on his cock! Fuck, his cock is so good in me," she called out, making sure her husband understood her pleasure, knowing he loved it, knowing it got him off, and her mind flashed to his cock, spurting inside the other woman, so close to her, and the thought renewed her orgasm, bringing on a second, stronger climax. She felt her body trembling, and her arms went weak, and she lowered her head to the other woman's stomach, feeling the heat from the soft skin on her cheek as her legs trembled, her hips held up by Gary's strong hands. She heard the sound of Walt's cock slapping wetly into Diane, and turned her head, seeing their joined organs just inches from her face. His cock moved in and out, pulling her lips out, pushing them in, Diane's clit standing hard and proud at the top of her slit. 

She reached up with a hand and stroked the woman's clit, wanting her to cum, wanting her to cum for Walt, to cum on his cock, her husband's cock. Lightly first, then harder; faster, and then Diane cried out, but her cries were muffled under Rhonda's breasts. And then they were drowned out by a louder groan from behind her. She felt it then, the urgent thrusts, the slight swelling inside her, the harder, tensed grip on her hips, and she felt Gary slam his cock into her and begin jerking as he came inside her. She felt the heat spread through her, the sudden slickness, the wonderful warm feeling of her pussy filled with cum, and she moaned with satisfaction, and closed her eyes, her fingers still playing lightly at Diane's clit, feeling the shudders in the woman below her when she touched her sensitive knob. 

Her momentary reverie was broken by Walt's voice above her, calling out his orgasm, and she opened her eyes and turned to see as he pushed inside the pussy at her face, watching his cock twitch and release, seeing his shaft as he pulled slightly out, giving her short, deep thrusts as he filled her with cum, seeing the slick juice spill out of her, forming a ring around his shaft, and in a sudden erotic impulse she raised her hand and pushed Walt away, and watched his cock slip out, slick with their combined cum, and she scooted forward, pulling her pussy off Gary's wonderful cock. And she dropped her mouth to the pussy beneath her as Walt's cum spilled out, meeting her tongue at Diane's swollen opening. 

She hadn't thought about it, or fantasized about it. Danielle had done it to her once. But here she was, without thinking, mouth open and tongue extended at the open, swollen pussy her husband had just fucked, and she sucked the spilling semen into her mouth. She felt hands at her ass, pulling her hips down, and felt her own pussy being licked as well. The sensations of the tongue burrowing inside her oozing pussy spurred her, and she pushed her own tongue deeper, tasting her husband's unique flavor in the other woman's flowing cunt, her face pushed between her lips, smearing the fluids on her lips, her cheeks; she sucked more in and swallowed it. She felt fingers at her pussy, spreading her, penetrating her, two or three she couldn't tell. Then the fingers slipped back out, and held her open and the tongue was back, and she groaned as Diane sucked her cunt, and then moved to her clit and began sucking her swollen button.

She raised her head as the sensations ran through her, to see Walt looking down at her, his mouth open and eyes wide with anticipation and desire. She watched his eyes drop to the spread lips below her face.

"You missed some," he whispered, and reaching to grasp Diane's legs, he lifted them up and out, spreading her wide, and pushing her knees up on either side of Rhonda's head, curling the other woman's pelvis up to meet Rhonda's hungry mouth. She looked down to see a fat drop below her pussy, and she lunged, never hesitating. Her tongue swept from the bottom of her pussy, down the seam between her legs, scooping up the spillage, all the way across her tight asshole. She felt the luscious rubbery knot, sucked the cum in and swallowed, and then took a few extra passes across the starfish, eliciting a squeal from the other girl, and making her lash at Rhonda's clit with animal ferocity.

Feeling Diane's tongue and lips attack her, she felt another orgasm build hurriedly, and she licked and poked at the other girl's ass, her actions making the mouth at her clit more frantic, intensifying the stimulation there, almost as though she could make herself cum by licking the ass of the other woman. She pursued her climax through Diane's body, pointing her tongue and pushing it into her back door, and felt her orgasm claw its way through, and she lifted her head and screamed as she came, spilling her juices out of her pussy as the waves broke over her, exploding and crashing.

When it finally ended and she came to her senses she heard quiet voices and a giggle behind her, as Diane extracted herself from under Rhonda's spent body. She lifted to allow the girl out, and crawled a half step forward to drop her head across Walt's thighs, where he knelt still, and she settled her head in his lap. She curled into a fetal position, trying to wrap herself in the cocoon of the afterglow. She was only half aware of the whispered words from the other couple, catching their tones of admiration and exhilaration, but not the details. Her breathing eased, became regular, and she drifted to sleep.

*

"I'm not saying it wasn't fun," she clarified, "I'm just saying that the spontaneity, the impulsiveness of some of our other adventures was missing."

"We've planned other events," he inquired, "like when we invited Danielle back, or Frank," he listed, and paused. "What made this so different?" 

"I don't know," she lied. But she did know, or at least thought she did as she recalled her musings before the action started for the evening. The difference was the planned spontaneity, for lack of a more accurate term. She hadn't followed her urges on a whim as she had with some of the men she'd met, and they hadn't followed up on a previous partner she'd already experienced. This time they had made arrangements to do something exciting, different and beyond their boundaries. The sex was delicious, and hot and exhausting, and she had been taken by her desire to do things she had never done. But she felt cheated of the experience of seizing the opportunity when it first arose, and instead waiting for a time when it was convenient. To her it seemed, well, too formal. 

She marveled at her selfishness, and remembered how guilty she'd felt when she had Walt and Frank together. Two such wonderful men at once, both wanting her, sharing her, pleasing her, and imagining women she didn't know who would never experience even one of them, while she had both. And now she had enjoyed another couple; both of them, in fact, in one of the hottest and most erotic experiences she'd ever enjoyed, and she selfishly focused on how it could have been better, and she wondered if there was something wrong with her. She smiled to herself, recalling flashing images of the night. She turned to her husband as they neared their house. 

"Don't get me wrong; it was fun," she grinned, "a LOT of fun!" Walt pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, and looked at his wife, smiling at her confession. "And I'd do it again," she laughed, looking at his amusement. "What?" she asked, and hit him on the arm as he snickered.

"Nothing," he defended, pretending his arm hurt and rubbing it. He grinned. "It's just funny, is all. I mean, you were so hot, so into it, so..." His eyes narrowed and one eyebrow lifted up, but he was still smiling. "I've seen you lose control before; I know what it looks like, and I know the difference between you just enjoying it and really getting into it," he told her. He reached to her and took her hand. "Ronnie, you were GONE, you were so into it!" She felt the blush creep into her face, and lowered her head, grateful for the darkness. "When you were watching me, I could see you were getting off on me watching you with Gary. But then, at the end, when you went down on Diane, and then licked her ass! Holy shit, baby. I never saw you like that; it's like you were possessed," he said, amazement in his voice. "It was a whole new level, I think."

She lifted her head to look at his face, and saw in his expression what she had heard in his voice, and smiled. "It WAS pretty hot," she admitted. "I just, I dunno, went with it..." She felt her eyes widen and her face split into a wide smile. "Okay, it was great, alright? I had a lot of fun, and I really got off on Gary's cock, and watching you, and having you watch me..." 

She was cut off as Walt moved closer and kissed her, pulling her into him, and they were making out like teenagers then, in the front seat of the car, like they just got home from a date. When Walt pulled back he held her at arm's length and looked into her eyes. 

"I have no complaints about the night," he told her. "I enjoyed Diane. I had fun watching you enjoy Gary." He touched her chin. "And I really enjoyed seeing you enjoy Diane!" She smiled, but didn't blush this time. "But mostly I enjoyed seeing you, seeing your passion, your...delight, your eagerness to pleasure yourself." He leaned in and kissed her again. "And by the way, your lips taste like sex," he grinned.

"I know, I can still taste it," she agreed, making a face. "Her AND you!" 

As they went into the house, she thought back on the night, and on her misgivings about the arrangements, and decided that maybe it was just her impatience to get going that made her so uncertain. Maybe it wasn't over-planned, or forced, or that she felt like she was being compelled to do it after having agreed. She had enjoyed it, there was no doubt. But she missed the spontaneity of her previous adventures, and she embraced her selfishness. She wanted it all, she thought; the hot, wanton sex, the lack of boundaries, the spontaneous impulse. She felt the warmth of her good fortune spread through her, feeling her love for Walt, the knowledge that he loved her just as deeply and intensely as she did him. 

She could have it all, and share it with him, and they would go as far and as deep as they wanted. She gazed at his back as he unlocked the door, and was swept with a deep appreciation for her man, her Walt.

As they entered their home, she thought she might be the luckiest woman on earth.