64 comments/ 110974 views/ 18 favorites What Was I Thinking? By: charleybear I had been sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Bill to get home. I had cooked a nice dinner just for the two of us and he didn't show up at 6:30 p.m. as I had expected him to. He usually got home around 6:30 p.m. on Thursday nights and I was really upset with him but at the same time a little worried. This wasn't like Bill at all but I had to admit that he was late more often than he used to be. I was both mad and worried. Bill walked in the door at exactly 9:30 p.m., three hours late. I was happy to see him, but since he appeared to be ok my anger overshadowed my previous concern and I said, "What the hell is the matter with you? You are three hours late and you don't even call me? We have to talk." He didn't appear to even be phased by what I said and just smiled at me and said, "I know I am late. Yes we do need to talk." He continued, "Let me go get changed and I will be back down in a couple of minutes and then we can talk." With that he headed upstairs to our bedroom to change and I waited five minutes for his return. All that time I was wondering what he was up to since he seemed so uncaring that I was upset with him. When Bill returned he sat down at the table and I started to ask him, "Just what could you ha.." He held up his hand and stopped me, "Kathy, what you have to say can wait a couple of minutes. Let me talk to you first and then you can ask me anything you want or tell me anything you want." What he said over the next few minutes almost knocked me out of my chair. He said, "I am having an affair. I figured it was time for you to know that I have been seeing another woman and I decided I wasn't going to do it behind your back any longer. There really isn't much to tell you except that I am really enjoying her but since we are married I figured you had a right to know." "I am not finished with the affair yet," he added, "but I don't anticipate that it will go on too much longer. I figure you will probably take about a week to discover who it is, when we do it, where we do it and why I am having the affair." I looked at him and the tears welled up in my eyes. Here was the man I loved telling me he was having an affair and that he was going to continue it. I never dreamed that my Bill would ever be unfaithful to me. I could feel my composure starting to slip and I knew the tears were leaving trails down my cheeks. I just couldn't even say a word at that moment. Through teary eyes I just watched him to see what he would do or say next. He went on, "I figure after you get all of those questions answered you will probably take a few weeks to figure out how you feel about the whole thing and what you intend to do about it. I guess the timing of that somewhat depends upon you." I was numb. He didn't look the least bit disturbed at what he had just told me and his expressions did not indicate that he even cared how much his confession had stunned me. "Now," he asked "What is it that you wanted to talk about Kathy?" I replied, "I wanted to know what you could be doing that was so important that you wouldn't call me to tell me that you were going to be late, but I guess I don't need to ask that now do I? How could you do this to me, to us Bill?" Once again he raised his hand and stopped me. "Kathy," he said, "I told you that you would have to spend a week to figure out the who, when, where and why on your own. For you to understand me, you need to do that. After you know that we can talk more about this, but I am not going to say another word now." I couldn't take it anymore and I jumped up and ran upstairs to our bedroom, slammed the door shut, locked it and flopped down on the bed sobbing. I wondered what was happening to my life and what would become of my marriage and me. I couldn't help it, I just sobbed for hours until I eventually fell asleep. When I woke up the sun was filtering through the curtains in our bedroom and I could tell it was late already. The bedroom door had been opened and when I checked Bill was nowhere to be found. I noticed there was moisture in our shower so I guessed that he had showered, gotten some clothes and left for work. I called my office and told them that I wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be in that day, and that I would be in on Monday. After I hung up I showered and dressed for the day and sat with a cup of coffee thinking about what had happened. I thought back to his comment about me needing to find out the who, when, where and why to understand. Well, I would find that out as soon as I could. I took down the phone book and looked in the yellow pages for detective agencies. I called "The Private Eyes" because their ad stated that they investigated cheating spouses. I told the receptionist what I was interested in and she connected me with one of their investigators named Carl. Carl listened as I outlined what I knew and what I wanted to find out then asked me if I could come down to their offices with photographs of my husband and any other pertinent information that might assist them in obtaining the information I wanted. I told him that I could be there around 1:00 p.m. if that would be alright. He said it would be fine and I hung up. At 1:00 p.m. I met with Carl and gave him a recent photo of Bill along with our address, his work address, his work number and his cell phone number. I also gave him the make, model and license number of his car. I don't recall the other things Carl asked as he interviewed me, but I answered all of his questions. I told him I needed the results of his investigation by next week Thursday afternoon. He told me that it would not be a problem and that his retainer would be $300 and the total fee would be based upon the hours of surveillance and expenses incurred. I agreed that would be fair and we shook hands and I left. At 4:00 p.m. Bill called me at home and said, "I see you didn't make it into work today, are you not feeling well?" I was feeling fine except for the shock of his affair so I told him I just didn't feel like working that day and had taken off. He asked me, "Do you feel well enough to go out to dinner tonight?" I said, I don't think I want to go out to dinner, but up want to pick up something on your way home that would be fine with me." At 6:30 p.m. he walked through the door with Chinese carryout including my favorite, sweet and sour chicken. Not much was said between the two of us while we ate, but after dinner we sat and had a drink. Bill asked me how my day was and what I wanted to do for the weekend. It was as if nothing at all had been said between the two of us the night before and there was no affair hanging over our head. I told him, "I don't know what I want to do over the weekend, did you have any ideas?" I couldn't believe this conversation. What on earth was happening to me? Well, we didn't do anything special over the weekend because there was so much tension between the two of us. Saturday we just worked on some chores around the house. He tried to make love with me but with the way I was feeling it didn't go anywhere. Eventually he just rolled over and went to sleep and I laid there with my eyes wide open thinking about him with another woman. I know that I cried softly for a while before I eventually went to sleep. Sunday, we went to church together. How could he go to church with me after he confessed being in the middle of an affair? I just didn't know, but he did. That afternoon he just lay around watching sports on television while I tried to keep myself busy with other things. Of course, that night was a repeat of the previous night. No sex, no hugging, no loving. On Monday we both returned to work and didn't talk until Monday night. I knew how upset I was over his affair, but I also loved him and missed his attention. That night when he tried to make love with me I let him. I did want his touch, but when he entered me I could only think about him entering her. I allowed him to finish in me, but I honestly got no joy from our lovemaking. I cried myself to sleep again that night. Tuesday night was different. Bill came home his usual time, told me he needed a shower before dinner and rushed up to the bedroom to shower and change. I just knew he had been with her that day. I knew because he avoided looking me in the eye. I knew because I could smell her perfume on his clothes. That night Bill didn't even try to make love to me and I was both sad and glad. Sad because I knew he was already satisfied with his lover and glad because I didn't think I could take it knowing that he had been with her already. Was I as good a lover as she was? Did I make him feel as good as she would? There were so many of those questions that raced through my mind that I was more glad than sad that he didn't want me that night. But, oh it did ache in my heart that I was losing his love. Wednesday night was a repeat of Monday night. Bill was attentive and loving and yes he did want me that night. I wanted to talk about us again, but Bill refused to talk about it until the week was up. I just didn't understand him. I let him do me, but again, the love and joy were not in it for me. Late Thursday afternoon I had an appointment with Carl. When I arrived the receptionist gave me a strange look and called Carl to tell him I was there. Carl came out to meet me and took me to a small conference room. He said, "Kathy, we have a pretty complete investigation of what your husband has been doing." He laid out a number of photos, hotel receipts, cell phone records, and the like. I started to go through the evidence of my Bill's affair and was stunned all over again. The narrative said he left work early on Tuesday with his secretary Jennifer. They went to lunch at a small diner on the edge of town and then drove to the Castle Motel. They drove right up to room 121 and walked right in the door. There were photos of them coming out of his office, both of them getting in his car, photos at the diner, going into the motel and yes there were photos of them both naked with him fucking her doggie style. The narrative said that they left the motel around 6:00 p.m. and he drover her back to their office and she left and he came home to me. There were identical descriptions and documents from that day, Thursday. In addition there was an audio tape from Thursday because once "The Private Eyes" knew where they were meeting they bugged the room and got the audio. I listened to the audio and by the time it was done I was in tears. Carl said, "That is all we have for now Kathy, because they are still in the room. I guess this is really what you wanted anyway so we pulled off of the investigation." I told him that, "Yes, it is all I really need to know. Now I only have to figure out what to do about it." He told me, "If there is anything else we can do for you, please don't hesitate to contact me." I paid the remainder of the fee for their services ($200 more) and left for home. Part II When I got home I made a very difficult but necessary phone call. When I got my office I asked for Brian my boss. When he came on the line I said, "Brian, this is Kathy. Bill knows everything! He knows I am having an affair with you. He knows when and where we meet. I cannot do this anymore, I love my husband and I have to do anything I can to save my marriage. I have to stop seeing you and I cannot work for you anymore. I am tendering my resignation effective immediately." I should have known that I couldn't keep my affair with Brian a secret and I should have known that Bill eventually would find out. I should have known how much it would hurt him to find out and I should have known that he would not just let it happen. What I didn't know was what lengths he would go to show me how stupid I had been. My affair with Brian started around two months ago. He was my boss and we spent a lot of time together each day working on all kinds of projects. I am 39 years old and my birthday is coming up in another month. Bill and I have been married for 15 years and I love him so very much and I know he loves me. To explain why I started the affair with Brian you have to understand what had been happening in our marriage and how I was feeling about the upcoming 40th birthday. We had no children because neither of us really wanted a family. This was no surprise to either of us since we had talked about it and agreed on it before we were married. Bill and I both had good careers and spent a lot of time working to further them. Anyone who is married for any number of years knows that eventually you just get comfortable with one another and some of the special things you did for each other you just stop doing. Bill and I were like that. We loved each other more every day, but frankly neither of us went out of our way to make that known, we just assumed the other knew it. Well as I said, I was approaching my 40th birthday and I was not getting any special attention from Bill. I think I was very fragile emotionally and for whatever reason Brian started to notice and started doing all sorts of nice things for me. He would give me a card of encouragement. He would make a point of complimenting me on my hairdo or my clothes. He would tell me my perfume was very appealing. He was not openly sexual in his comments or actions but he was very caring and sweet. One day after we had completed a very difficult project Brian took me to lunch and when we got back to the office there were some flowers waiting for me. They had been delivered while we were out to lunch. I took them to my office and opened the card that was attached. The card read as follows: Kathy, thank you for all of the hard work you did on the Crenshaw account. I don't know how we would have gotten it done without your extraordinary efforts. Thank you for the beauty and charm you bring to this office on a daily basis. You will never know just how much you mean to me. Brian I rushed into his office to thank him and when he stood up I don't know why but I just flew right into his open arms and hugged him. I cannot tell you how good it felt to be there. It just felt right and I didn't pull back. The feel of his body next to mine, the look of desire I saw in his eyes, the feel of arousal I felt against my body just totally reaffirmed my femininity and my confidence. At that moment Brian was the most important person in my life because he made me feel like the woman I wanted to be. Bill hadn't done that for a long time and I just succumbed. After that day, our relationship just kept moving forward with us getting closer and closer. One Tuesday morning Brian asked me if he could take me to lunch and spend the afternoon with him. I knew it was wrong to do that, but I also wanted it so much. He took me to a small diner on the edge of town where we ate a light lunch then we checked into the Castle Motel and spent the entire afternoon. Brian was a very considerate lover. He knew I was feeling some guilt over cheating on my husband and he proceeded very slowly. Brian sat with me on the edge of the bed and held me for the longest time. Then he started to gently caress my arm and my side and eventually his hand slipped up over my breast. He nuzzled his face into my neck and kissed me lightly. Oh God how I loved how it felt. It wasn't very long and I knew I would make love with him and feel no regrets. Brian could sense the change in me and started to unbutton my blouse. When he took it from me he exclaimed, "Oh Kathy, you just don't know how long it has been that I have wanted to be with you. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen and I want to make love with you." I was so hot, and so wet from his attention and words. I stood up and asked him, "Would you like to see the panties that go with this bra?" The grin that spread across his face was precious and he just bobbed his head up and down. I stood up and unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor. When I turned around and bent down to pick it up, Brian got a bird's eye view of me from behind. My pink pantied butt was sticking out there for his viewing pleasure. My thigh high stockings stretched to the max with my long straight legs pointing the way to my wet pussy. And my 34C breasts encased in the sexy pink bra hanging down just right for him to see their fullness. The grin got even bigger. "Oh Kathy," he said, "You are a vision of beauty." We made love all afternoon and I totally lost count of the number of orgasms that Brian gave me. We did it missionary position, doggie style, me riding him front wards and backwards and we did oral on each other. We did not do anal that day and over the entire affair we never did anal. That night when I went home to face Bill was the hardest I had ever had. I couldn't even look him in the eye for very long and I couldn't wait to get to bed so I wouldn't have to look at him. Yes, I pretended to have a headache so I wouldn't have to make love to my husband. What was I thinking! After that, Brian and I would go to the diner for lunch and the Castle Motel every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. We always made love, he never just fucked me. I would have to say that it was the most loving period of my entire life because he treated me like a queen. I was always satisfied and I always wanted more at the same time. I know now that Bill's sex life with me suffered, but I didn't realize it then. Our affair had been going on for almost exactly eight weeks. So, now you have it all of the pieces. My affair with Brian started 4 weeks before Bill knew it was happening. Bill's affair with Jennifer started 4 weeks before he told me. We went to the diner and Castle Motel on Tuesdays and Thursdays They went to the diner and Castle Motel on Tuesdays and Thursdays He found out and took the next 4 weeks to decide how to make me realize my mistake. He told me of his affair and told me it would go on for a while longer, depending on me. I know all of this because the last words I had heard on the audio tape from Carl were, "By now my cheating wife is listening to an audio tape of you and me and knows why I am enjoying your charms Jennifer." Now you know it all. Bill will have his affair with Jennifer exactly as long as I have had mine with Brian. Since I stopped it with Brian today, I assume he will stop it with Jennifer in another 3 or 4 weeks. Part III When Bill got home around 9:30 p.m. again I was waiting up for him. "Bill honey," I said, "Can we talk?" "Of course we can talk Kathy," he said. "What do you have to say?" I couldn't help myself; I just started blubbering, "Bill, I am so sorry I have hurt you so bad. I never meant to hurt you, I love you so much. I know that you know everything and when I realized that you knew I finally came to my senses." He asked, "Just what is it you are talking about Kathy?" He knew, but he was going to make me tell him all about it. "I know that you know about my affair with Brian because you are doing exactly all of the same things with Jennifer that I did with him." I blurted. "I know that you plan on seeing her for another 3 or 4 weeks and I don't want you to do that," I added. "I stopped my affair with Brian today; can't you stop yours with Jennifer today too?" I pleaded. "I don't think I will be able to stand knowing that you are with her for that much longer," I wailed. "Kathy, you cannot begin to understand yet the pain and suffering you put me through with your affair. You just don't know yet how much pain a person feels when they are betrayed by someone that they thought loved them." "I told you that you needed this past week to find out the who, when, where and why of my confessed affair," he continued. "Now you need the next 3 or 4 weeks to understand the pain and suffering. I cannot cut it short for your own good. You must feel it like I felt it," he added. What Was I Thinking? What was I thinking? I'd never been out with Charles before, not officially. We'd met at a meet and greet thrown by people on a chat site we both belonged to, one of those adult friend things, and had hit it off. But I'd left with someone else that night. It had only taken a few days after that, though, for Charles to talk me into giving him my IM handle and my phone number. And it hadn't taken long for a friend of mine to catch on that he and I were flirting in the chat room, and to ask him to bring me to a party she'd been trying to talk me into going to with her and her date and another couple from the chat room. The problem was, it was a house party. Who goes to a house party on a first date? Okay, probably plenty of people do, but I'd only been to a house party twice before, with good friends of mine who had insulated me from most of what was going on. I didn't know anything about the party Charles and I were supposedly going to; for all I knew, there might be sex everywhere. I didn't want to give Charles the wrong idea about me; we might have met through a sex site, but I wasn't all about random sex, and I didn't want him to think I was only going out with him to fuck him. We talked every night during the week before the date, and I finally got the nerve to tell him what kind of party we'd been invited to. He was surprised; he hadn't realized that was what it was. And he wasn't sure he wanted to go either. That was fine with me. We got along well in online conversations, but I wasn't sure how we'd do on an actual date. It would be pretty awkward to be at a house party with a guy I didn't want to have sex with, if that turned out to be the case. So he and I agreed that we'd go out to dinner with the two couples, and if we didn't want to go to the party we'd go to a movie instead. No pressure, no expectations. The morning of the party, my friend called and told me she and her date wouldn't be able to make it. He'd gotten called into work. Which left me going to dinner and possibly a house party with a couple I'd never met outside the chat room, and Charles. Save me. I called Charles and told him the situation. "No problem," he said. "We can still go out to dinner with Sharon and Warren, and we'll still plan to go to the movies if we don't want to go to the party. I think it will be a great night." At five o'clock that afternoon, I walked into a hotel near my house to pick Charles up. He'd told me his room number, and we were planning to spend some time talking before we went out, just to make sure we even wanted to go as far as dinner. I knocked on the door and he opened it immediately, as if he'd been waiting for me. Damn! In the month or so since the party where we'd met, I'd forgotten what he looked like, how sexy he was. Sticking to my plan of ending the evening at his hotel door might be harder than I'd thought. "Come on in." He motioned me through the door and closed it behind me. "It's great to see you again." "It's wonderful to see you too." More wonderful than I'd thought it would be. He was dressed in a black button-down shirt and black jeans, and to me he looked so sexy I almost didn't want to leave the room. He pulled me into a hug, and let one hand stray down my back, though not quite to my ass. "Are you looking forward to tonight as much as I am?" he asked. I smiled. "More." "You look lovely tonight." "Thank you." I wasn't sure "lovely" was the right word. Being unsure about where we'd end up, I'd chosen to go casual: a low-cut satin top and low-rise blue jeans. I wasn't sure "lovely" was the right word for it, but I was happy with how I looked. Charles gestured toward the bed. "Have a seat. Given any thought to what movie you'd like to see if that's what we end up doing?" I sat on the edge of the bed, hoping he'd sit next to me and afraid he would. If he did, I might not be in completely control of what I did next. "Not really. I want to wait and see what happens." He sat in the desk chair. "I was surprised when you told me the party we're invited to is a house party. I've never been to one; I don't know how I feel about going. It sounds to me like there could be a lot of pressure. House parties are something I've wondered about, but I'm not sure I want to go to one tonight." "Warren's told me about this one," I said. "He and Sharon go to it often. He said it's very laid back, no means no, no touching without permission, all that. I think it might be okay to go and just watch people... I mean, not watch them having sex, but..." "You're all flustered now. And you're cute when you blush. Like I said, we'll see what happens from dinner. I want to ask Warren and Sharon more about the party before I make my decision. And it's really up to you; this is your night." "But you're my date." "So we'll see what happens." He looked at the bedside clock. "We'd better go if we're going to be on time to meet them." Charles had driven up from Massachusetts in the tractor of the rig he drove for a living, so we were taking my car. On the way out of the hotel, he held the door for me; instead of getting into the car, he opened the driver's door and held it. "You're a true gentleman," I said. "Didn't I tell you I was?" He shut the door and got into the passenger seat. "You did tell me you're a gentleman," I said. But I was hoping he wouldn't be one all night. What was I thinking? This was our first date! Of course he should be a gentleman, and I should be a lady. We should keep it simple and safe, and go to a movie after dinner. Maybe hold hands. Maybe end the evening at the door of his room with a nice kiss. Despite the attraction I was feeling; despite the sexual heat that was making me just a bit damp between my legs. Damn, my body had never responded to a guy this way this quickly before. It was a half hour drive to the restaurant where we were meeting Warren and Sharon. On the way, Charles and I did the small talk thing; how many kids we had, where we'd gone to school, what we thought of our jobs, and so on. He did more talking than I did, but that was fine with me; he was entertaining to listen to, had a great sense of humor, and had led a far more interesting life than I had. Besides, being silent, I didn't have to worry about saying anything that might betray the thoughts that were racing through my head. We arrived at the restaurant and went inside. Once again, Charles held the door for me. I was starting to enjoy this; no one had treated me with so much respect before. "Two?" the hostess asked. "We're meeting someone," I replied. "I don't think they're here yet." I scanned the small seating area. "I don't see them." "We'll wait," Charles said. He gestured toward the row of chairs by the hostess's station, and waited for me to sit down before doing the same. "So tell me more about Warren and Sharon." "I don't know much about them," I admitted. "Warren's the one who's usually in the chat room, and he's one of my IM buddies. He seems nice. They live near here, and have kids, and I guess go to this party on a regular basis. That's about it." "Well, they should be here soon, and then we can find out more about them." He glanced toward the door as a couple came in. "Is that them?" "No." "Ah." Charles leaned back against the chair. "So what do you think so far?" "About what?" "Me. This date. Do you feel like it's going well? Are you comfortable?" "Yeah. I'm glad Vicky suggested we go out." "So am I. I think we owe her a dinner." "Definitely." The door opened for about the dozenth time, but this time, I recognized the people coming through it. "That's them," I told Charles. Warren recognized me immediately from the picture I had on my chat site profile, which was also on my instant message account. He hugged me. "It's so good to finally meet you!" Letting me go, he added, "This is my wife, Sharon. This is Kelly and..." "Charles." Charles extended his hand and the men shook. "Nice to meet you." "Likewise," Warren said. Sharon hugged me, then Charles. "We've been sitting out in our car for fifteen minutes because Warren didn't believe it was you." "Excuse me, how many?" asked the hostess. "Four," Warren said. The hostess seated us. While we waited for our orders and while we ate, we chatted and got to know each other better. Finally, over dessert, Warren said, "So what do you want to know about the party? And it might be a good idea to keep your voices down." "What goes on at this party?" Charles asked. "I've never been to one." "It's low-pressure," Warren said. "Of course there are hook-ups, but it isn't out in the open; there are private rooms. There's also an open room for people who want to use it, but it's off to the side; you don't have to see what's going on in there. Not everyone goes there for sex; some just go to dance and drink. We go every other week just to have a night out to ourselves." "We won't abandon you when we get there, but we won't hang around you the whole time either," Sharon added. "When we take people to this party, we like to let them meet people and get used to things in their own ways." "The most important rule they have there is, no means no, and no touching without permission," Warren said. "If someone breaks one of those rules, all you have to do is tell one of the hosts. They'll take care of it. They want to make sure all their guests are comfortable." He checked his watch. "We should get going pretty soon. What do you think, you two?" Charles looked at me. "It's up to you." No, it wasn't. I wanted to go to the party; I'd enjoyed myself at the party that I'd gone to with my friends, and now that I felt a little more comfortable with Charles and with what the party would be like, I thought it might be fun. If Charles and I went to this party, I wouldn't play, not with him since I'd just met him and not with anyone else, since I wasn't into strangers, but it sounded like a better idea than spending the evening alone with Charles in a movie or something, trying to make conversation. I wasn't going to make that decision by myself, though. "It isn't only up to me," I said. "It's our date, so it's our decision." Warren backed me up. "Something like this should be decided by two people together, not left up to just one." "I don't mind going," Charles said thoughtfully. "It sounds like it could be interesting. That's if you don't mind going, Kelly." What was I thinking? On our first date, we shouldn't be going to a swinger's party. But my mouth overruled my brain. "I'd like to give it a try. If we aren't comfortable, we can always leave." "Then let's get going," Warren said. He signaled the waitress for the checks. "You can follow us up." "We should find a gas station," Charles said. "I'm sure Kelly's car needs gas." "There's one on the way," Warren said. "Which reminds me, the party's BYOB, so you can buy drinks at the gas station too." Charles and Warren paid the checks and we left. Warren, driving his and Sharon's car, led us through a maze of side streets to one of the main routes out of the city. We stopped at a convenience store and Charles said, "Pull up to the pump so I can put gas in your car." "You don't have to do that," I said. "With gas prices the way they are, you shouldn't argue if someone wants to buy your gas. Pull up to the pump, please?" He said the last sentence in a whiny little-boy voice that made me laugh. I pulled up to the pump and Charles got out and went into the store. He returned a few minutes later with a bag, which he placed on the passenger seat. "I remembered that you like ginger ale," he said. "Hope that's okay." "That's fine," I said. "Thank you." "No problem. Just let me get your car gassed up and we'll be ready to roll." I didn't notice how much the gas cost, but after Charles got back into the car and I started the engine, the gas gauge bounced almost to full. I drove away from the pump and waited for Warren and Sharon to get in front of us again. After a few more back roads, and a short stretch of a state highway, we arrived at our destination. I parked my car beside Warren and Sharon's, and Charles and I got out. We could hear music emanating from the house, and saw a few people hanging out near the door of the house. What was I thinking? I hated crowds... Charles took my hand as we followed Warren and Sharon inside. "You'll get a tour of the place from the hostess," Sharon said. "She's very nice. If you need anything, all you have to do is ask. And Warren and I'll be around." She led us to the admission table and hugged the woman who was sitting there. "Wonderful to see you!" "And you." The woman not so subtly groped Sharon's breast. "Glad you brought that handsome man of yours, too." She smiled at Charles and me. "And who else do we have?" "Kelly and Charles," I said. The woman checked the clipboard in front of her and made a check mark. "All set. Twenty dollars, please." Charles took out his wallet and paid the admission. "Come on, we'll introduce you to Annette," Warren said. "She'll give you the tour." We went through a doorway into a large, open kitchen/living room space. "This is where the food is," Sharon said, indicating the kitchen island, which was covered with bowls and platters. "They always have some appetizers and things here. Ah, and there's Annette. Annette!" A slim, slight woman with short hair hurried over to us and flung her arms around Sharon. "So glad you could make it!" She released Sharon and hugged Warren. "You too, sexy! And who are your friends?" "This is Kelly and Charles," Warren said. "We thought maybe you could give them your grand tour." "Unless you want to?" Annette looked at Sharon. "You know the place nearly as well as I do." "No, you go ahead," Sharon said. "We see some people we want to say hi to." Annette led us through the house, pointing out the private rooms where people could hook up- "There's a forty-five minute time limit, and you have to sign up downstairs"- and then down to the basement, where the main party happened. Neon lights lined the walls, above a few couches and loveseats. The center of the room was a dance floor. Off to one side was a small room. "That's the open room," Annette explained. "Anyone can watch what's going on in there, but if you want to join in, you have to ask. No means no, and no touching without permission." She led us to the other side of the room. "Fridges are back there for your drinks," she said, pointing. A man came out of the booth beside us. "And this is Kurt, your other host." She gave him a deep, long kiss. Charles and I looked at each other and grinned. "So who are you?" Kurt asked when Annette let go of him. "I'm Kelly," I said. "I spoke to you on the phone." "Yes, yes, of course!" He hugged me and kissed my cheek like he'd known me for years. "Great to see you, beautiful. And your man?" "My name's Charles." Charles extended his hand, and they shook. I thought about correcting Kurt's assumption that Charles and I were a couple, but decided not to. For tonight, we were together. Kurt gave a little speech, including the obligatory "No means no, and no touching without permission," then hugged me again and said, "Have a great time, you guys. Dance, drink, enjoy. Down here, anything goes except full sex. For that, you need the open room or a private room. If you want a private room, just see me and I'll sign you up." "We will," Charles said. Was he actually considering getting a private room? If I was honest, I had to admit the idea wasn't exactly repulsive. I felt a definite attraction to him. But to have sex for the first time with someone at a house party, with a time limit... I wasn't sure I liked that idea. I'd just take it as it went. The thought of hooking up with Charles, even with a time limit at a house party, made me undeniably wet. Charles and I stood at the edge of the dance floor for a few minutes, people-watching. "This isn't too bad," he said. "It's a lot calmer than I thought it would be." He checked his watch. "Then again, it's still early." "I think it's going to stay like this," I said. "Especially since Kurt said no sex in this part of the basement." "True." Warren and Sharon came over to us. "What did you think of Annette?" Warren asked. "She's nice," I said. "So's Kurt." "He's a little... unusual," Charles said. Warren and Sharon laughed. "He is," Warren agreed. "But a great guy. They're both wonderful people. We've known them for years." "Do you feel comfortable about being here?" Sharon asked. "Yeah, it is a comfortable place," I said. We chatted for a few more minutes, then Warren and Sharon wandered off to greet other people. Charles and I stayed beside the dance floor, a somewhat awkward silence between us, until the familiar opening notes of "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" filled the room. I hugged him quickly and headed for the floor. "I have to dance to this!" I exclaimed. "I always do at the chat room meet and greets." I ran onto the floor and started dancing. "Shake it, baby!" Kurt said into his microphone. I grinned and put a little more shimmy into my moves. Charles joined me on the floor. He put his hands on my waist, then yanked them back. "Sorry. I didn't ask permission." I laughed. "You have blanket permission tonight to touch me anywhere and any way you want." "Mmm, really?" He put his hands on me again, then slid them down to my ass. "Even like that?" "Even like that." I leaned toward him and our lips met. Our first kiss was amazing, even though it was only a short peck. It was electric; the connection between us was unquestionable. If I had anything to say about it, our night wasn't going to end when we left the party. "Save a horse, ride a trucker," Charles sang. I giggled. "Do I get to ride a trucker tonight?" "Maybe, if you're a good girl." He sobered. "Seriously, Kelly, you know I have no expectations for tonight. All I want is to spend an evening with a beautiful, sexy woman. Nothing else has to happen. We'll have plenty of time for that." The song ended and we left the floor. We'd have time? He wanted to see me again? Though since I'd already decided I wanted to see him again, it shouldn't have surprised me that he felt the same way. Standing beside the floor, watching a "woman" who Sharon had pointed out as a transvestite doing a pole dance, Charles put his arm around me. I turned toward him and kissed him again. This time, I allowed my mouth to open slightly. He took the hint and slid his tongue forward to meet mine. He pulled me closer, his hands on my ass. What was I thinking? People were all around us; everyone could see us kissing. But then again, it was a sex party... He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. Damn... I couldn't name what I saw, but it took my breath away. "I'm glad you hugged me," he said. "I'm shy, you know. I don't know if I would have dared to touch you if you hadn't broken the ice." "You don't seem all that shy," I teased. He still cupped my ass in his hands. "But I am." "I didn't ask your permission to hug you, though." He echoed my words back to me. "You have blanket permission to touch me anywhere, any way you want." "I do, huh?" I stroked his chest. "Like that?" "I like that very much." He nodded toward the far side of the room, where a sectional couch took up the corner. "Let's have a seat." We sat down in the darkest part of the corner. For a few minutes, we just cuddled, Charles's arm around me, my head on his chest. But that wasn't why we were there. I wanted to feel his lips again. He had the same idea; when I looked up, he pressed his mouth against mine. His tongue found its way into my mouth and for a little while, we enjoyed exploring each other's mouth and tongue. Then I felt his hand on my breast. What Was I Thinking? What was I thinking? This was our first date. Not that it was completely uncommon for me to make out with someone, or even have sex with them, on the first date, but for some reason this date with Charles felt different. It felt like something that could open the way to more, something that could last. I wanted Charles to think well of me. What would he think if I let him touch me like this? But I also wanted his touch; the moisture between my legs proved that. My lack of resistance encouraged him, and his hand wandered to the bare skin at the opening of my blouse. The warmth of his hand on my skin made me shudder. "All right?" he asked. "Very all right." I kissed him again, more forcefully, and he matched my intensity. He slipped his hand into my blouse. When he touched my bare nipple, I jumped, then relaxed. What was I thinking? Not only was he going farther than I'd planned, he was doing it right in plain sight of everyone at the party! But despite my tension, the thought excited me. Everyone could see... I grew even wetter. I looked to my left and discovered that we already had an audience. A young man stood nearby, staring as Charles's hand made its exploration. When the man realized I'd noticed him, he quickly looked away, but only for a second. "He likes what he sees," Charles said softly. "I like it too," I replied. He tweaked my nipple. "You like that?" "Mmm, yes." He licked the side of my neck. "How about that?" "Better be careful. You're getting close to a spot that drives me wild." "Oh, am I?" He lightly nibbled my neck. It took him only a second to hit the spot. I squealed and tried to pull away, but he put his arms around me tightly and held me as he continued to kiss and nibble. I thought I was going to come just from that! Then he stopped. "Did I drive you wild?" "Oh, my god, did you ever!" I bit his earlobe and pulled away from him. "I'll be right back. Need to find the restroom." "Hurry back," he teased. I stood and walked away. Had I left a wet spot on the couch? In the bathroom, I pulled down my pants and thong. The thong was completely soaked. I was amazed there was no sign of wetness on the outside of my pants. I dried myself as best I could with toilet paper, washed my hands, and went back to Charles. I started to sit beside him, but he pulled me into his lap. "Our friend missed you," he whispered, nodding toward our voyeur, who still stood a few feet away. "I don't care about him; did you miss me?" He flicked my lips with his tongue. "Maybe." "Tease," I said. "Uh huh." He licked my lips again, but this time followed it by slipping his tongue into my mouth. His hand pushed back the side of my blouse, revealing my nipple to our voyeur and anyone else who cared to look. What was I thinking? There I sat, my tit visible to any stranger who wandered to that corner of the room, and I didn't even care. In fact, it made me even hotter to know that another man was watching, and that others might see, as long as only Charles touched. I lost track of time while Charles and I made out. I was lost in the sensations that filled me. I'd never felt like this with any of the guys I'd been with before. It confused me, but it was too good a feeling to question. Charles's hand left my breast and moved to my leg. He inched it toward my pussy. I tried to take my mouth from his so I could protest, but he pressed his other hand against the back of my head. I was trapped by his hands and his mouth. And I loved every second of it. "What do you think this is, a sex party?" I jumped, and Charles let go of my head. Opening my eyes, I saw a smiling couple standing in front of us. Our voyeur had disappeared. "You mean it isn't a sex party?" Charles said with mock innocence. "Darn, we must have come to the wrong place." The couple laughed. "Enjoy yourselves," the woman said. "I know we enjoyed what we saw." They walked away, and Charles and I burst out laughing. "Guess maybe we weren't being too discreet," I said. "Do we need to be?" Charles kissed my ear, swirling his tongue around it. "I like the idea that people can see me with such a sexy woman. Do you mind it?" "I have to admit, I do have a bit of an exhibitionist streak." I ran my hand down his chest to the top of his pants. He yawned. "I think we should go soon, though. I've been up since five. Had to drive to make sure I got here for our date, and I didn't have time for a nap." "You could have taken a nap. Sleep is important." "Keeping my date with you was more important." He yawned again. "But it's after midnight now; maybe we should think about heading back." "All right." What he'd said gave me a warm feeling. I was more important to him than sleep. As for heading back... I wasn't sure what would happen when we got back to his hotel, but I knew what I wanted to happen. I didn't want our night to end at his hotel room door. We made the rounds to say goodbye to Warren and Sharon and to Annette and Kurt. On our way out of the DJ booth, we were stopped by the couple who'd spoken to us earlier. "Leaving so soon?" the woman asked. "I've only had ten hours of sleep in the past two days," Charles replied. "I need to get back to my hotel." The woman and her man surrounded me. "Did you have a good time?" the man asked. "Yeah. It was fun." Why wouldn't they get out of my way? I hated being boxed in. "Do you really want to leave this early?" the woman asked. "We have to." I pushed past them. "Have a good night." I went to the stairs, then realized Charles wasn't behind me. I looked back around the corner. The couple had blocked him now, but he seemed to be enjoying chatting with them. Finally I heard him say, "Well, we really do need to go now, but maybe we'll see you another time." "I hope so," the woman said. Then she leaned down and bit his nipple through his shirt! Laughing, Charles came to me and took my hand. "Well, that was interesting," he said. "She bit my nipple!" "You didn't seem to mind it," I teased. "I'm not used to having my nipple bitten by a sexy woman at a party." He squeezed my hand. "But there's a sexier woman that I want to be with." We went upstairs. Charles helped me on with my coat and put his arm around me as we walked to my car. On the forty-five minute drive back to his hotel, we chatted about the party, mostly meaningless small talk. Which was good, because he kept his hand on my thigh through the whole drive, and every fiber of my being was focused on the warmth from his hand. I wouldn't have been able to manage an intelligent conversation. When I parked at the hotel, Charles asked, "Would you like to come in?" "Do you want to get some sleep?" I countered. "At some point." He leaned over the center console and kissed me. "But I don't want our evening to end quite yet. I'm having a very enjoyable time." I smiled. "So am I. So yes, I would like to come in." Walking to his room, Charles had his arm around me, low on my back. Almost touching my ass. What was I thinking? I knew what would probably happen when we got to his room. We'd agreed before the date that neither of us expected anything to happen; this was just a chance for us to get to know each other. But I was pretty sure the "nothing will happen" agreement had gone out the window. At least, I knew it had on my side. I would be perfectly happy if I left that night with just a little more kissing and fondling, but I didn't think it would stop there. Charles opened his door and flipped on the lights. "Make yourself comfortable," he said. I sat on the king bed while he went into the bathroom. When he came out, I was looking around the room. "You could have turned on the TV," he said. "I didn't want to get too involved in watching anything." I stood and put my arms around him. "I have something more important to pay attention to." I kissed him, then flicked his lips with my tongue as he'd done to me earlier. "Tease!" he said. In one abrupt motion, he lifted me and tossed me onto the bed. Before I'd quite caught my breath, he was on top of me. "This is what happens when I'm teased," he said with a grin. "You're getting me all worked up. You'd better do something about that." "Am I supposed to be scared?" Despite the roughness, I wasn't scared at all; I felt completely safe with Charles. I might not know what was going to happen, but I knew it wouldn't be anything I didn't allow. "Nope. Not scared." Charles nuzzled my neck, finding the right spot. I squirmed beneath him. "I don't want to scare you at all," he said. "I just want to get you as worked up as I am." "I think I'm already there." I kissed his ear. "So now that you've got me where you want me, what are you going to do to me?" He rolled off me and closed his eyes. "Go to sleep." "You'd better be joking." He opened one eye a bit. "Nope. I'm tired. Going to go to sleep." He pulled me on top of him. "There, now I'm nice and warm." I wiggled my crotch against his. "I don't think you're all that sleepy. Something certainly seems to be awake." Charles ran his hands over my ass and slipped one between my legs. I moaned. "Someone else isn't ready to sleep, I see," he said. "I wonder what I should do about that?" "Whatever you want," I replied. "Oh, no. Whatever you want. Tell me, what do you want?" "Kiss me again." He brought his lips to mine in a brief peck. "Like that? Or like this?" Finding my sweet spot, he kissed and bit my neck until I writhed on top of him, ready to scream. "Like this," I gasped. "Oh, Charles!" He slipped his hands under my blouse, where they found my breasts. My nipples were so hard just the lightest brush of his fingertips made me moan. I thrust myself against the bulge beneath his pants, moving as though his cock was inside me. Which was where I hoped it would be before long. What was I thinking? I couldn't seriously be considering fucking this man tonight. It was our first date, and he wasn't like the guys I'd gone out with before, the ones who only wanted sex. Charles wanted something more, I was certain. What would he think of me if I did go to bed with him? But from the way he moved beneath me, the way he touched me, I was sure he wanted the same thing I did, and if we both wanted it, how could he think anything about me one way or another? And I felt different with Charles than I had with any of the others I'd dated. Being with him wouldn't be fucking. What was I thinking? How could it be "making love" with a man I barely knew? Yet I felt that was exactly what it would be with Charles. And I wanted it. Charles gently pushed me off him. "Sit up," he instructed. I did, and he removed my blouse and tank top. "Beautiful," he murmured. He took a nipple in his mouth. Just when I'd thought I couldn't get any wetter... He sucked and nibbled until I was near coming, then stopped and unfastened my pants. "Is this all right?" he asked. "Very all right." "Good. I didn't want to touch without permission, you know." "I told you before, you have permission to touch anywhere, any way you want." "You did, didn't you?" He slid his hand into my pants. "So I can do this?" "Yep." His finger found my clit and stroked it. "And this?" "You can definitely do that!" "You like this, huh?" He pressed his finger harder against my clit. Seconds later, the orgasm that had been building since the party finally hit me. I stifled a scream. "Mmm, I guess you do like it," he said. "Oh, god, Charles, that felt so good!" I reached down to the hardness in his pants. "May I return the favor?" "You don't have to ask." He stood and stripped. I was a little disappointed; I'd wanted to be the one to take his clothes off. But I was far from disappointed by what I saw. His body wasn't the athletic, toned type; his cock wasn't huge, though it was more than average. He wasn't someone you'd be likely to see in a movie or read about in a porn story. Then again, neither was I. But at that moment, he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen. I reached up to touch his cock, but he grabbed the legs of my pants and stepped back, pulling my pants with him. "I'm naked; you have to be too," he said. "Sounds fair to me." With my pants dropped on the floor, he hooked his fingers into the waist of my thong and pulled it down. "Someone got very, very wet." "Someone got me very, very turned on," I replied. "Then I guess someone had better do something about that." "Not yet. Lay down." He lay on his back beside me. "Are you going to take advantage of me?" "That's a distinct possibility." I kissed his lips, then moved my mouth down his neck to his chest. He didn't make a sound, but I was pretty sure he didn't mind it. On impulse, I bit his nipple. He jumped and laughed. "Sorry, did that bother you?" I asked. "No, not at all." He tickled me. "Did that bother you?" "Yes!" I was insanely ticklish. "Really?" Charles tried to tickle me again, but I moved away from his hand and went back to what I was doing. I licked the nipple I'd bitten, then kissed my way down his torso to his cock. When I took him in my mouth, he gasped. As far as I could, I plunged my mouth down his cock and sucked. After a moment, I released all but the head, then softly sucked that. Charles made an appreciative noise, and I responded by licking his shaft like a popsicle, down and up. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and smiled at him. "How was that?" He rolled over, pinning me beneath him. "That was amazing." He kissed me. When I tried to deepen the kiss, he licked my lips and pulled away. "Tease," I said. "Not at all." He kissed my cheek, then my ear. I squirmed; I loved the feeling of his lips and tongue against my skin. Again his lips found that little spot on my neck, and lingered there so long I thought I was going to explode. "Charles!" "You don't like that?" he asked. "I like it too much!" "Then I'll have to find somewhere else to kiss." He moved to my shoulder, and I thought his mouth would find my breast. Instead, he left a trail of kisses down my arm to my hand, then lightly sucked my forefinger. No one had ever done that to me; I was surprised at how erotic it felt. And how much wetter it made me. Switching to my other hand, Charles kissed my palm and worked back to my shoulder. He gave a moment of his attention to each of my rock-hard nipples, bringing me close to coming again. No one had ever turned me on this much; every cell of my body felt like it was on fire. Charles left my breasts to make his way down my belly. After a moment of him lapping at my navel, I was more than ready to feel his tongue on my clit. But instead of going to my pussy, Charles got off the bed and stood at my feet. Locking my eyes with his, he lifted one foot to his mouth and slowly sucked each toe. The thought of having anyone kiss my feet had always seemed a little disgusting, but the reality of it was hotter than I could have imagined. It added fuel to my fire. "Please," I moaned, not even sure what I was begging for. "Oh, Charles, please!" I might not have known what I was asking for, but Charles knew. He kissed the sole of each foot, then began kissing his way up my legs, alternating between them. The closer he got to my pussy, the wetter and hornier I became. When he finally reached my clit, one light nibble was all it took. "Oh, fuck, yes!" I cried as I came. Charles wasn't done with me yet, though. After a few minutes of loving attention to my clit brought me to the brink of another orgasm, he thrust his tongue into my pussy. A few strokes of tongue-fucking, followed by sucking my clit, sent me over the edge. I let out a long, wordless wail as I came so hard I almost blacked out. When I recovered, Charles lay beside me. "Did you enjoy that?" "Oh, god, Charles, no one's ever made me come like that!" I grinned. "You are a true gentleman; the lady came first." "Yes, she did. More than once, I think." "Definitely more than once." Charles pulled me tightly against him. I felt his hard cock between us as our lips came together. This kiss was far from gentle; Charles mashed his mouth against mine so hard it hurt. But it felt so good, I didn't care. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, and thinking about how that taste had gotten there intensified my desire to feel him inside me. Breaking the kiss, Charles positioned himself on top of me again. "I'm glad you came back here with me," he said. "I've wanted you all night. At the party, I almost asked for a private room." "Why didn't you?" I asked. "Because I didn't think forty-five minutes would be enough for our first time. I figured we'd need at least forty-six." I laughed. "Maybe more." "Maybe an hour or two." He flicked my lips with his tongue. "Or three." "Tease," I said. He rubbed his cock along my slit. "Does that feel like teasing?" "Yeah, it does." He stopped. "Where do you want to go from here?" What was I thinking? I wanted him inside me, no question. But I couldn't bring myself to say it; I was still worried about what he might think of me. "What do you want?" I asked. "I want to finish what we've started. But I told you no expectations. I didn't think things would get even this far, though I'm definitely glad they have. If you want to stop now, we can." With the reassurance that we wanted the same thing, it was easier to answer. "I want to finish what we've started too. But do you have, um...?" "Yes, I do." Charles got up and went to his overnight bag. He took out a variety pack of condoms and tossed it on the bed. "Pick whatever kind you want." "You can pick." He lay down and took out a strip of condoms. "Hmm. Flavored, extra sensitive... what do you think?" I laughed. "I think just choose one and put it on." "Oh, all right." Charles opened a condom and rolled it down over his cock. "Are you sure about this?" he asked as he rolled on top of me. "Completely sure." "Good. So am I." When Charles rubbed his cock against my clit, I thought I was going to come again. When he entered me, thrusting his full length hard inside me, I did come, again stifling myself so I wouldn't be too loud. "Oh, yes!" I exclaimed. "You feel so good!" Moving in and out of me, Charles was silent, but I made enough noise for both of us. His cock felt incredible inside me; I wanted it to stay there forever. I felt so warm, so safe with Charles on top of me, holding me tightly as we made love. After several minutes, Charles thrust harder, then was still. He stayed on me for a few seconds, catching his breath, then kissed me and moved aside. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked. "Completely. It was amazing. Did you?" "Very much." He pulled me to him and I put my head on his chest. "Thank you for a wonderful evening," he said. "This was the best date I've had in a long time. And I'm looking forward to the next one. At least, I hope you'll want to see me again. I know I'd like to spend more time with you." "I'd like that too." He kissed my forehead. "I hope you're not planning to leave. I want to wake up with you in the morning." I yawned. "After that, I think I'm too tired to drive home, even if it is only a mile." "Good. Let me sit up for a second." I moved, and Charles switched off the lamp and pulled the blankets over us, then lay down again. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues until he broke the kiss. "Sleep," he said. "Sweet dreams, sexy lady. Think about all the times we might have to do this again." "Sweet dreams," I said. What was I thinking? Nothing at all. I was too tired and satisfied; thinking could wait till morning. With Charles holding me close, my body against his, I fell asleep. What Was I Thinking? So the mistress and her bull Lawrence have now been together for 5 months. Been a wild ride for me helping her get ready for her overnights with him at either his place or on the occasion he comes to our house ending up with me sleeping on the couch for the night and being made to clean her when she first wakes. I had been giving more and more control to her and had some hiccups with giving up control of my total sexual satisfaction to her exclusive ownership. Her and I butt heads a few times not because she wouldn't take it but because she began to and I didn't realize what I had asked her to do. She was taking control in her own way and it started to freak me out. Unfortunately for me my leg was injured on Halloween. Put me in the hospital for 5 days in ICU and I left with 6 screws sticking out of my bones holding a carbon fiber external frame. So it was tough for me to have sex unless she was on top . Not to mention her bull was out of town for 3 weeks coinciding with me coming home from the hospital. We had family staying with us who had flown in concerned for me so she was without her bull and any real sexual satisfaction for over a month so I think she was a little frustrated. She had a difficult time cumming with her bull when he got back because she had so much going on in her life. Her husband was relegated to the couch for 10 weeks so she had the weight of taking care of everything herself even after an 8 hour day at work. She did use me for her own pleasure while on my back several times but since I was in bad shape from my leg I could only go for a few minutes so I've had 6 orgasms since I got home from the hospital. She allowed me to cum either in or on her 3 times and she has allowed me to rub out 3 times so compared to cumming 1-4 times per day before Halloween to 6 in an entire month I think she is taking to her dominant side. The last time I was allowed release was on Thursday morning and it is Tuesday evening. She has used me for her own orgasm several times and continues to tease her little cuck almost daily. She actually lets me inside her sometimes for a few pumps before pulling me out and making me go down on her before she goes to sleep or makes me just go to sleep wanting.. Some nights she will simply fondle me until she falls asleep leaving me reeling. Since she has already begun teasing and denying me she and I have agreed for her to not allow me release again until after I get this frame off my leg which is the end of next week. The only problem for me is that she sees her bull on the weekend usually the night before and the day she sees her bull I am not allowed inside of her, so on the weekends she usually only lets me have her after her bull is completely done with her for the weekend. Of course during the weekend she usually allows me to go down on her after her sessions with him but if she is seeing him again that night then cleaning her is all I'm allowed. I have noticed that I am very affectionate with her and very subjugated. I appear to like it when she is on top, in control and out for her own gratification. She appears to be really enjoying her dominant place with me so far. She also has been enjoying wearing sexy little thongs and mini-skirts because Lawrence like to see her in them. She hadn't really dressed sexy for me since we were dating but it is such a turn on to see her in hot little dresses and skirts again, even if its for him instead of me. She sometimes comes home in the sexy outfit she left in but not always. She almost always makes me clean her when she comes home used and will ride me until she cums, sometimes letting me cum other times pushing me off to sleep. It's an entirely erotic to taste her juices after he has cum in her. Knowing that she had just been filled by someone you could only wish to compare to. Someone that she describes as the best lover she has ever had. Lawrence is extremely fit, good looking very attentive to her pleasure and well hung. He appears to be one of the Abercrombie and Fitch Models. I've watched him pound her into orgasmic oblivion in ways that I only wished I could, nor ever have. After watching my mistress receive so much pleasure from someone I am so grateful she allows me to have her at all and can see the day where reserves her pussy exclusively for him and she doesn't allow me inside her at all. I hope that day never comes but I can see from being with her for so long that she really wants it that way but doesn't want to tell me. I just hope she continues to allow me to have her at least after she is done with him for a couple days like it has been. Be careful what you wish for. Right now I am on a 10 day edge with at least 10 more to go before she allows me to get off all the while teasing me like crazy each day and already the inside of my shorts are now continually covered in pre-cum. I'm not sure she is entirely aware of the power she holds over me but I can tell you that I never expected the unbelievable emotional roller coaster this has been. I didn't realize it would be this intense but fortunately it is also amazingly sensual and erotic. You aren't able to predict what you will feel watching your beloved in the arms of another man, being pleasured in ways you didn't know existed for her, aroused in ways you couldn't predict, knowing she squarely prefers sex with him and you only are allowed access to her by her and her bull's good graces. As jealous as she is I'm surprised and relieved she hadn't proposed a chastity devise for me. It is so difficult not to cheat and get myself off when she is at work but I hope I can remain strong and be a good boy. It's not like she would punish me for getting off anyhow but it's fun to give over to her control. What Was I Thinking Back Then? When I was a kid I had a friend named Carrie. Her parents were divorced and so her mom lived with her grandparents down the street. It seemed that every time it was her mom's turn to get her she would always come over to my house with her little brother and ask me and my sister to come out and play. We often did but as time went on it got annoying that she would come just almost everyday. She was tall skinny with blonde hair. I saw her only as a good friend, which made what happened when she called me one night very weird. Her mom had moved out of her grandparent's home by now but still visited often. One night after she had gone home she calls me and tells me that she likes me. I was 14 at that time and saw her only as a friend so I really didn't know what to do. I said I liked her but only as a friend. After that she didn't visit nearly as much as she used too did. I actually went about two years without seeing her at one time. The few times I did see her was only because she was outside with her mom and grandparents. As time went on I saw how she grew up, and grow up she did. She was still tall and blonde, but not nearly as skinny as she used to be. She had gotten a figure, her breasts filled out and I finally noticed just how good those long legs looked. We never talked though. I guess it was just as weird for her as it was for me. Whenever I would see her I would think, "Shit, what was I thinking back then?" I obviously didn't see her as a friend anymore but as the hot girl she had become. I almost never saw her but when I did I couldn't help but kick myself for the missed chance. I was 18 now waiting to go to college and leave home. My family was gone for the day. My sister went over to a friend's house and my dad had to go to Vegas for the day. He was representing his company in a convention and took my mom with him. I was outside in the late morning washing my car before it got too hot when I saw that Carrie had come to visit her grandparents. I took of my shirt because it was hot but also because I wanted to show off to Carrie to show her that she had missed out on something too. I was fairly muscular, in high school I did football and wrestling all four years but I was not a body builder. I continued washing my car and was just finishing drying it off when I noticed that everybody was leaving except for Carrie. I paid no real attention to it and finished washing my car. When I finished I heard a voice call out behind me. "Hey Jake, long time no see." I turned around to see Carrie in a red gray halter-top and super short shorts. She had her blonde hair back in a ponytail. I was a little confused because that was the most contact we've had with each other in about 4 years. "Hey. Yeah it's been awhile." I said. "So what's up, I saw that everybody left, why did you stay?" "My mom got a big raise so now we can afford a house instead of an apartment. Everybody went house shopping, and I don't like that. I told them to narrow it down to a few houses then I would go because I don't want to waste my whole day on that." "I know what you mean. My aunt moved recently and I had to go with them when they were looking for houses too; it gets boring." "Yeah, so, is this your car? "Yeah I got it for graduation. I still had to save about $1000 but my parents paid the rest." "Wow, lucky. So you take good care of it?" "Of course, my first car was a bucket so I am not taking this for granted?" I was getting uncomfortable by this time wandering what she was up to. "So are you home alone right now?" "Yeah, my sister is at a friends house for the day and my parents went to Vegas for a convention." "So we were both left alone with no supervision." I noticed the change of tone in her voice again confusing me. I didn't expect anything but I had learned my lesson and decided to not let this chance slip away. "Yeah I guess so. You know its getting hot out here and I don't want to burn, want to come inside." "Sure." I was a little surprised she agreed. Even back when we were good friends we were rarely in each other's homes. So now after years of not even talking to each other she approaches me and accepts to come inside to my house. This was a very weird day. I grabbed my shirt and put it back on. I thought I heard a disappointing groan coming from her but I didn't really think about it. When I let her in she did the weirdest thing yet, she went straight into my bedroom. I walked in and I find her sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of my still unmade bed. I started to think that maybe she still liked me and that we were older now and have different things on our minds when we get to this age. "You have a firm bed you know." She said seductively. "I bet it can take a lot us jumping on it." I was not imagining this, here was my old friend that had a crush on me, now a lot hotter, and she is trying to seduce me. And it was working. She lay back giving me a good chance to study her. She was tall blonde thin but not too thin legs that were shapely. Her tits were not big at all but they were there and the only word that came to mind to describe them was "perky". Her shirt rode giving a clear view of her flat trim stomach. The look on her face was one of complete lust. She knew I was checking her out and did nothing to stop it. She then gets up comes close and seductively takes her finger and traces an unrecognizable shape on my chest. "You remember that day years ago when I told you I had a crush on you?" "Uh, yeah." Was all I could say with the new thought that she might have some sort of revenge planned for rejecting her years ago. The old saying came to mind, hell knows no fury like a woman scorned. "I think the reason you didn't feel the same way was because we were young, immature and we were just to close as friends for you to see me as anything else. I think now that we have grown apart and…" she looks me up and down, "matured, you can see me differently now." I didn't know if this was a cruel tease or if she really wanted this. My questions were answered when she forcefully takes me in her arms and kisses me hard slipping her tongue into my mouth. I was in shock but not for long. I grabbed her and returned the kiss. She took the initiative and led me to the bed and laid there still with our lips locked. Then she took my hand and put it on her thigh. Damn this girl was horny. She got on top of me and to my shirt off and started to kiss and lick my chest. I had always liked it when girls did that. She started to grind herself on my crotch with increasing speed while still working on my chest. My hard-on was now painfully seeking release of it tight confinements. To move things along I started to pull her shirt up. She sat up and allowed me to take it off. She "perky" tits came into view. She had the cutest tiny nipples and I immediately started to tweak them as one hand struggled to unbutton her shorts. I got the button up then reached up and took one of those tits in my mouth. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth as I started to lick on suck on them. Panting hard she moved my head from on breast to the other as she continued to grind my crotch. Finally she took her breasts away and stood up over me on the bed and took off her shorts. She was wearing a thong and gave me a good view of her ass as she hopped off the bed and started to take off my pants. My cock sprang up so quickly from the confines of my shorts that I thought as it shot up it would detach from my body. She immediately drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth. She didn't seem to care that I was sweating outside in the hot sun; if anything it made it better for her. She was devouring my cock as if she had been stranded in the desert for days and could get water from my cock. She started to play with my balls a little to vigorously and I cried in pain. She eased off and the pain became pleasure. I was so lost in the feeling that I hadn't noticed that as she bobbed up and down on my swollen cock that she had me ¾ of the way in her mouth. She continued to suck me, and got closer and closer to having me all the way into her mouth. I finally hit the back of her throat. This was my first deepthroat. All the girls I had been with before had gotten at the most half way down. My god the amount of pleasure she was giving me. I was soon coming in her mouth and she was swallowing it all. She picked her head up still swallowing and licking around her lips to make sure she had it all. My head was spinning. I recovered quickly and pushed her onto the bed on her stomach. I took off her soaked panties and started I started kissing her neck and down her back and onto her ass cheeks. She was squealing in pleasure. I picked so she was on her hands and knees and buried my face into that wet pussy licking and sucking with vigor. She made sounds I didn't think a woman could make as she was showing me how she loved what I was doing to her. She started pushing back into my face forcing the tongue I had inserted into her go in as far as it could. She was dripping wet and getting even wetter. I did my best to lick up as much as I could. I took my face away from her hot pussy and inserted two finger in right away. She again squealed loudly as they entered fast. I managed with the other hand to play with her tits and my hard again cock was rubbing against her clit. Right when I knew she was going to cum I quickly removed my fingers and thrust my cock hard into her boiling cunt. She shuddered in silence as she felt the effects of a giant orgasm. I left my cock in there to feel her as the walls of her pussy contracted. When they stopped I continued to pound into her from behind while still playing with her tits. She gave little high pitched grunts as our flesh smacked together. She started pushing back to meet my thrusts. She was close to cumming again and so was I. She knew I was close too and said, "I'm on the pill so go ahead… cum inside me please!!!" That was all I needed I grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her back to meet thrust after thrust. She came with a scream so loud I thought the neighbors would hear. I was right with her blowing my load deep inside her. I didn't pull out of her as we fell onto our sides gasping for breath. I started to caress her rubbing my hands all over her body still imbedded in her. I found her clit and started rubbing it. She was moaning in pleasure again and I felt my dick getting hard again inside of her. She seemed to like the feeling of my enlarging cock inside of her. I flipped her on her back never leaving her hole and got on top of her. I put her legs on my shoulders and stated to fuck her again. I could tell she was surprised that I could still give her more but she was not complaining. She was very flexible so having her legs on my shoulders as I fucked her was no problem for her. It allowed me to get deeper into her than before. She was loving it and so was I. I felt her cum again but I kept at it. She pushed me onto my back and followed me. This was our third position with out my cock ever leaving her pussy. She started to ride me slowly at first and then harder. She was hopping up and down on my cock like it was a pogo stick. Eventually she would take a little rest from time to time by simply grinding on my crotch again but then got right back to fucking me. Finally I came and when she felt me shoot another load deep inside her she came as well. She was spent and collapsed on top of me. I could tell she was exhausted. She tried to roll off me but kept her impaled on my still half erect cock. "My god!! Again?" She said it not so much as an amazed voice, even though she was and so was I; she said it more with excitement and happiness. She started to kiss my and lick my chest again to get me up faster. I was keeping busy massaging her ass and back. Soon I was hard again and she enjoyed the feeling of my prick rising inside her again. I managed to sit up and stand up still with my cock inside her. She had her long legs wrapped around me and her arms around her neck helping me support her. I pinned her against the wall and started to fuck her again. She was still exhausted but still managed to hold on to me as I relentlessly fucked her standing up. She came again and again and I managed to hold on. She was begging me to stop and then changed her mind as another orgasm ripped through her. I thought she would faint soon so I finally decided not to hold back. On her next orgasm I fucked her even harder and I felt the cum shoot out once more into her pussy. I got weak and fell back onto the bed with her still on top. Finally I rolled her off of me, dislodging my prick from her well used pussy. I moved up to her face and stuck my limp cock in her face. She knew what to do and proceeded to clean off my prick. I came again as she sucked me but nothing more than a dribble came out. I was spent. She fell asleep and I got up, still naked, and got several water bottles from the fridge. I drank two before she woke up and I handed her one. "Don't want to get dehydrated," I said. She took my offer and guzzled it down. After all the orgasms and sweating she was naturally starving for a drink. We stank of sex so that gave me an idea. "We stink, so how about a shower." "Sure." I led her to the shower and I adjusted temperature of the water. We stepped in and started washing each other in an erotic fashion. I was hard again. I was washing Carrie's back and then suddenly bent her slightly and impaled once more on my cock. "Oh my god!!!" she screamed I slammed into her. She was still sensitive so she cummed pretty fast. I continued but not for much longer. I reached over to her clit and rubbed it as I continued to thrust into her. She cummed again as I unloaded again inside of her. She collapsed on her knees, still facing the wall recovering. I picked her up and continued to wash her. After or shower we dressed each other. "God, thank you for that. I'm glad that we made up for lost time." She pecks me on the cheek and walks to her house. I noticed she had a hard time walking normally. I took pride in that sight. Her family would be back soon and I wondered how long it would be before I saw her again.