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About the Town Ch. 1

By: aldenbradley



My name is Samantha T. My husband wanted me to write down what happened. We think that if I tell how it happened to me, other women might see how thrilling a full sex life can be and it will save them from years of boredom and frustration.

I'll admit my experience is "out of the box", so to speak. It isn't your "normal" pattern of getting married, having sex with the same person for years, then devolving into a monotonous pattern which eventually causes a loss of interest in sex over the years. We took some risks in order to keep our lives full and exciting. I'm glad we did.

The event I'm going to relate happened in a moderately sized city in the Midwest. Larry and I had been on the road for most of the day. We were traveling for the sake of getting away from our parochial small-town atmosphere and enjoying some time together while we explored new territory.

My most vivid memory of that weekend is this:

When I look to my right my vision is full of a thigh. It's a nice looking thigh, young, strong, smooth. There a tiny golden hairs accented by the lightly tanned skin beneath them. The thigh pulses as the muscles flex and release.

My head is swimming, slightly. I feel the probing, pumping inside me, the nerve endings within me tingle with electricity. I am kneeling on a bed, the sheets white beneath my arms. As the sensations beneath me crescendo sounds burst inadvertently from within me.

"Ah, god!" I blurt out, the convulsions of my orgasm overcoming my self-control. I cannot stop the sounds. "Ohhhh! Oh, god! Oh, yes!"

Someone told me the strongest sexual organ in the body is the mind. As I kneel here, a hard, thick cock pounding away inside me, my mind tells me that what is happening is thoroughly sensual, magnificently arousing, and completely delightful. I revel in the thrill of forbidden sex performed with complete abandon and without a hint of guilt.

The man pumping his meat to me is not my husband of twelve years. The father of our children is underneath that thigh which is so close to me. What I know is that he is watching this strange cock repeatedly slam into me. His own member, I know, is buried in the warm, dark recesses of the young woman who kneels astride him, her thigh filling my vision as she thrusts upon my husband's rod.

For months, my husband has been encouraging me to imagine a setting like this. He began by pointing out his idea of attractive men. It began as innocent role-playing as part of our conjugal experience.

We have always been sexually in tune with one another. Our sex lives have been active. Four and five times a week we've managed to keep the fires burning. As Rob explained it during one of our weekly dinner dates (no kids allowed!), "We both like to fuck." It's true. We enjoy our time together. I love his body, and, apparently, he loves mine. We've experimented with books, magazines, videos, toys, and a wide variety of positions. We've even done some screwing in dangerous places. Not physically dangerous, mind you. The danger is in the possibility of discovery.

We even have established what Rob calls the "first and last" tradition. Whenever we move or change jobs, we have a ceremonial joining in that place. It's probably silly, but we always celebrate these events by having one last fuck in the office or house we're leaving, and marking the new place similarly.

Our sex lives are enhanced by the fact that we really do like each other. We're not only lovers and mates, but we're actually best friends. There is nobody in the world I'd rather spend time with, just talking, than Rob. He is cute, funny, and attentive. He's incredibly affectionate. He can get me going by just a gentle rub on my shoulders. Rob is sexy, secure, and my partner in crime, so to speak. When I want to do something naughty, Rob is right there with me, as encouraging and excited as any woman could want.

"You know," Rob said to me one night, as I was riding him and reading the letters from one of our magazines, "there are lots of guys out there who would love to fuck you."

Now, we don't talk like that around the children. But, we both believe in open and honest communication when we're alone with each other. I used to be queasy about the words, but, over the course of our years together, I've become accustomed to them.

"You think so?" I said. "But, why?"

"Because, you are a beautiful, desirable woman," he said. "Really, I can tell just by the way guys look at you."

"But, I'm a married woman," I protested, settling down on his cock and squeezing it.

"That doesn't make any difference," he assured me. "Guys don't care if you're married when they look at you. They just want the chance to sink their dicks in you. Haven't you been paying attention to these letters?" he asked, waving the magazine in front of me.

"Sure I have," I told him, "but, those are all gorgeous young things. Most of them haven't even had children yet. They can't be talking about people like us!"

"They're exactly like us," Rob insisted. "Guys like me and women just like you."

Of course, I thought Rob was out of his mind. My thighs were too thick, my breasts sagged too much. I mean, I was hardly the same girl he married twelve years ago. I was convinced nobody would be sexually attracted to anybody like me. Boy, did I have it all wrong!

We quit talking at that point and I rode my lover to completion. But the topic didn't go away. The following evening Rob brought it up again.

"Here," he said, handing over one of the older issues. "Read this one," he pointed to the block of print half-way down the page. 

It began, "I never thought anybody would be interested in a frumpy old housewife like me. But, when my husband started selecting clothes for me to wear on our 'dates' together I found out that I could still turn a few heads. Thanks to his help overcoming my fears, our sex lives have become exciting again, and I'm getting a variety of cock I never dreamed possible."

"Okay," I nodded after reading the first paragraph. "If you dress like a slut, people will think you're a slut. No news here."

"You don't have to dress like a slut, Sam," he said. "She doesn't say anything about dressing like a slut. She just found out she was still attractive, and dressed appropriately. Go ahead," he directed. "Read the rest of the letter."

The writer continued to describe how her husband had convinced her that in spite of her doubts, there were men, handsome men, who would find her attractive. Larry was right. The clothes he chose for her weren't especially slutty, she said, just more revealing that she would have chosen. She recounted the clothing consisted of skirts with slits to the thigh, blouses and tops that showed more cleavage than she was used to, and what she called "fuck me pumps", shoes of various colors to match the multiple outfits, but all constructed with high heels and ankle straps.

"I felt very sexy just dressing in these outfits," the writer recounted. "Then my husband took me to one of those watering-holes where the lawyers and MBA's gathered after work, and I experienced the thrill of attention from several young, gorgeous attorneys. We didn't do anything exceptional that night, but when we got home, I was hotter than a firecracker, and so was my husband. We fucked and sucked and did everything imaginable all night long."

The letter told how the couple gradually went about selecting just the right guy for her to invite into their bed. She told about her first experience with her husband watching, concealed in a closet. The knowledge of him being there and watching her as she sucked off this young CPA, then seeing her spread her legs for her new lover, and urging him on to orgasm after orgasm thrilled this woman so much she thought she would pass out.

By this time, I was so wet between my legs that I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. There was no doubt that it was one hot story.

"Come on," I told Larry, handing him the magazine. "Let's go fuck."

"On one condition," he answered.

"What condition?" I said, standing up and holding out my hand to him, anxious to have him nestled in my damp hole.

"I'm going to put a blindfold on you," Larry said, "and I want you to pretend that I'm that CPA she was fucking."

That was it. I flooded right there. "Okay, yeah!" I agreed heartily. "Let's do it."

And do it we did. I about went nuts when Larry put that blindfold on me. He taunted me, saying things like "You like the taste of that strange cock, don't you?", and, "You're getting off knowing your husband is watching you suck me off, aren't you?"

I had to agree. Even though I knew it was Larry's cock and Larry's voice, my imagination allowed me to believe I was screwing a stranger. My mind was in sort of a red fog. I could actually feel my heart pounding with the excitement generated by this role-playing. 

Larry was really getting into his part. As he stripped the clothes off me he kept commenting on various body parts. When he mentioned them, he would either finger or lick at them.

"What a beautiful set of tits you've got," he said. "I've been dreaming about a set of tits like this. They're incredible," my husband said, his voice strangely different. Then he locked his mouth on my nipple, licking and sucking at it. My juices were flowing freely.

"That's a fine, wet cunt you've got there, too," he remarked, his fingers snaking along the length of my sopping slit. "Bet you taste wonderful. You want me to taste you?" he asked.

"Yes!" I moaned. "Yes, please taste my pussy," I begged him.

"Then you have to ask your husband if I may," Larry said. "Ask him to let me eat your pussy."

"Please, Larry," I complied. "Can he eat my pussy, please?"

"You can't see him," Larry told me in that strange voice, "but I can. He's nodding. He wants to watch me eat you out. Is that what you want, too, Sam? Do you want him to watch me eat you?"

This was getting surreal. I knew it was Larry. But, it wasn't. Under my blindfold, my eyes fluttered. Between my legs, I was burning up with desire. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted this stranger to eat my pussy, and I wanted Larry to watch.

"Yes, oh yes!" I cried. "I want him to watch us. I want my husband to watch while you eat me. Please! Please!" I wailed.

When his tongue hit my clitty, I exploded. My orgasm blasted over me and my head reeled. I grabbed for the bed to steady myself so I wouldn't fall off. Between my legs, the tongue of that stranger dabbled and stroked, licked and probed. I screamed my delight into the air. A huge ball of something expanded in my gut until I felt like I could stand no more. When it released it was like a long electric cable snaking out of my sopping pussy, sparking and arcing as it smoothly slithered out of me. I screamed some unintelligible words, just releasing all the pent-up energy inside me. The red fog in my head turned into a super nova blasting flash after flash of white-hot light throughout my brain. 

"I'll bet you'd like me to plant my cock inside you now," the strange voice whispered. I could smell the aroma of my sex on his face as he leaned over me.

"Oh, god, yes!" I bellowed.

"Then ask your husband if I can fuck you," he ordered.

"Oh, please, god, please. Fuck me," I begged.

"Not until your husband says I can," the odd voice whispered.

"Oh, Larry, please. Please let him fuck me. I want him to fuck me, Larry," I pleaded.

"Tell him you want to feel my cock buried in you," the voice directed. "Tell him you want him to watch."

"Oh, Larry. Oh, Larry!" I moaned. "Please let him fuck me, Larry. I want to feel his cock inside me. Please, Larry. And I want you to watch while he fucks me. Oh, baby, I've never been this hot before. I need him to fuck me!" I screamed.

I felt the knob of his cock at my sopping entrance. I grunted and thrust toward him. I succeeded in getting only the bulge of his head inside me.

"Please," I moaned. "Please fuck me!' I thrashed about, trying to get more of him inside me. I humped my hips toward him and a tiny fraction of an inch more slid into me.

"Unnhhh!" I groaned with the effort. Now I was getting desperate and a little angry. "I'm going to fuck him, Larry. I want to fuck him. I NEED to fuck him. Say it's okay, dammit! Tell him to fuck me!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Larry's soft voice whispered in my ear. "You can fuck her if you want to. She wants you to fuck her. It's okay."

I thrust my hips upward again. This time, he met my thrust and I finally had him completely enveloped within me. I groaned with the pleasure.

"Oh, god, oh god," I whimpered. "It's so good, so good!'

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hitched my legs into his thighs. I humped upward as he began to thrust into me. This was no gentle love-making. This was pure, lustful fucking and I was consumed by it. I bellowed and screamed as the waves of pleasure washed over me. He pounded his cock into me like a locomotive and I met him thrust for thrust. My heels pumped on his ass to urge him onward. I released his neck and grabbed his hips, pulling him into me, then pushing him away, as quickly as I could.

"Larry's watching you," the voice said in my ear, a growl, really. "Larry's watching me fuck you and you fuck me back. What do you suppose he's thinking about his loving wife right now, humping away like this, begging for a stranger to fuck her? What do you think he's feeling, watching you fuck like a woman possessed?"

"He's hotter than hell," I answered. "He likes watching me fuck like this. He loves watching me come, unnnhhh, unnnnnh, unnnnhhhhh!" Little sparks fired off in my brain as the orgasm smashed into me. My cunt muscles spasmed on the thrusting cock, gripping, then releasing in the irregular pattern of the climax.

"I'm going to come deep inside you," my voice was growling. "I'm going to spill my hot seed deep, deep within you. I'm going to grab your ass and plow into you, then plant my seed in the deepest recesses of your hot, steaming cunt."

"Come inside me," I urged, redoubling the efforts of my hips to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts. "Spurt your hot cum deep inside me." I dug my heels into his thighs and bucked my hips toward him. "Fuck me deep. Fuck me deeper!" I wailed.

His body tensed up. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me hard onto his rod. As the first hot spurt of his semen shot into me, I clenched on his rod with my cunt and willed myself into the biggest orgasm of the night.

He growled, then groaned. He pulled back, then thrust into me with all his strength. I screamed at the top of my voice my own release. "Oh god!" I wailed. "Oh, please, dear god! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

It was all I could do to breathe. I gasped and panted while I pushed my sex at him as hard as I was able. I felt his cock swell and spurting deep within me. My legs had his torso in a scissors-lock, ankle crossed and squeezing him as hard as I could. The orgasm seemed to go on for minutes. Finally, as it slowly subsided, Larry removed the blindfold. I looked into his flushed face, then laid hundreds of kisses all over it. As our breathing returned to a more normal pattern, Larry rolled off me, his flaccid cock plopping out.

"So," he said, through still labored breaths, "what do you think about fucking another guy?"

"That," I replied carefully, "was incredible."

"Can you imagine what it would be like if it really was another guy?" he asked.

"Hmmm," I hummed, thoughtfully. "I don't know. I think I'd be afraid."

"Why? I'd be right there," Larry told me. "Why would you be scared?"

"I don't know," I lied. "I'd just be … I don't know. Maybe I'd hurt your feelings."

Larry didn't say anything for a while. Then he said, "You think I'd be humiliated?"

"Maybe. I guess. I don't know." I had a mixture of emotions right then that I couldn't get a hold on. I was thinking that if some guy really made me ask Larry if he could screw me, Larry would be hurt. But, it was still exciting to think about that strange cock pounding away at me.

"You did like our little play-acting event, though, didn't you?" he asked.

"Well, yeah," I answered. "Sure!"

"You didn't seem to mind asking me to get fucked then, did you?" he pressed.

"But, that was you," I argued. "I mean, I knew it was you."

"Are you really worried about how I'd feel, Sam? Or are you worried about how turned on you'd be and not give damn what I felt? Be honest."

"Oh, Larry," I said, rolling toward him and putting my arm across his chest, "I don't know, really. I mean, if I lose all my self-control, who knows what I might say or do?"

"Good, then let's talk about our feelings, Sam," Larry said decisively. "Since you seem to be having a hard time nailing yours down, let's talk about mine.

"My one regret," he began, "was that I couldn't see your eyes behind that blindfold. I don't want you blindfolded when we do this for real. I want to see the unbridled passion, the pure lust in your eyes. The reason I made you beg for it, beg to be eaten and fucked was to let you know that it was always all right with me. I want your passion, Sam, and I want to see it raw and exposed the way it was tonight. I was not humiliated. I won't be. I was more turned on than I have been in years, Sam. Hearing you beg for it made me hard as a rock."

"You really want me to do this, then?" I asked him. "You want me to fuck somebody else in front of you?" I was a little incredulous.

"You've read the letters, Sam," he answered. "It's a tremendous turn on. Why do you think they write them? I mean, doesn't it turn you on when you read them?"

"Well, yeah, it does," I told him. "But, they're just fantasies, you know what I mean?"

"What we've proved tonight, though," Larry said, "is that the concept does make you hot as a two dollar pistol. The idea turns you on. All we've got to do is take it the one additional step."

"And make it reality, huh?" I said.

"That's right."

"But, what about us?" I asked.

"Us? Us is different. We make love. This other, well, it's just fucking. When we're done, you and I are still together. Everything is still intact. You're not damaged just because you've gotten laid. Neither am I. We leave together. We stay together. The other…well, that's just entertainment."

I rolled over and put my chin on my hands where they crossed on his chest. "You really want to do this?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah," he said. "I really do. You've got no idea how turned on it makes me to think of you with a strange cock pounding into you, hearing you scream and curse as you come. Hell, just the idea of it has got me getting hard again. And, that's no small feat after the screwing we just did."

He was right. I looked down and his tool was growing again, bobbing as the blood engorged it.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"When do you get laid?"

"I don't know. Afterwards, I guess. We'll make love."

"What if it's a couple?"

"I guess that depends on you," he said.

"If I'm fucking him, she's going to want to fuck you. That only seems reasonable," I admitted. "Would you?"

"Would you mind?" Larry asked.

"I'll have to think about that," I said. The image of Larry pumping his cock into somebody else came into my mind. "I don't know. I'll think about it. 

"In the meantime," I told him, "there's something that needs tending to." I squirmed upward, then straddled my best friend. I took hold of his hardening cock and aimed him at my dripping entrance. "Do you mind sloppy seconds?" I asked.

"Not at all," Larry said as he slid smoothly inside me.

To Be Continued...

About the Town Ch. 2



We met Kevin and Ashley in a quick stop store on a Saturday night. Kevin was cute, I decided. Ashley was stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair reached her waistline. Her features were those of a chiseled statue. She stood about 5'7" in her sandals and was perfectly proportioned. And, she was young. She couldn't have been more than 25. Larry was smitten. I immediately felt inferior.

We had traveled to this small city just to explore and spend some time together. Larry and I often took off like this, driving anywhere from three to five hours from our home base just to get away. We arrived late Friday night, booked into a motel, slept, then went exploring on Saturday. We had stopped at this quick stop for gas and a few munchies to take back to the motel.

Kevin and Ashley drew our attention because they were counting out pennies at the counter while we waited to check out. Their demeanor said they had come upon some difficulty. Larry, who had been appreciatively eyeing the gorgeous Ashley from behind spoke up.

"Excuse me, folks," he said, "are you having some sort of trouble?"

Ashley turned a demure smile on him. "We've maxed out the only credit card we've brought," she said, with a touch of disdain for her partner. "We're checking the seats for change and this is what we've come up with."

"A stupid mistake, really," Kevin added. "I'd call the card company but, you know, it's the weekend. Nobody will do anything until Monday."

"This is dinner," Ashley grimaced at the small collection of snacks they'd assembled.

Larry looked at me. I smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Maybe we can help," Larry offered. "Where you folks from?"

"Maine," Kevin said.

"Wow!" Larry grinned. "You're a long way from home. Where are you sleeping?"

"In the car," Ashley told us. "It's that black Camaro out front."

"That can't be comfortable," I said.

"Here," Larry offered. "Let me get this for you." He spoke to the clerk. "Just add that to these things," he said, offering his card to the cashier.

"I really appreciate this," Ashley said.

"Not at all," Larry told her, beaming. "In fact, we can do better than this. Why don't you let us take you two to dinner. You hungry?"

"Famished," Ashley admitted. "But, we couldn't impose."

"Oh, nonsense," I piped in. "You'll come with us. Look, we're out for a joy ride. We'll take you to dinner and then you can have one of the double beds in our motel room. You need to get a good night's sleep for a change."

Ashley looked at Kevin. He shrugged. "That's really more than kind," he said. "Are you sure we wouldn't be imposing?"

"I'm positive," I told him. "Call it our good deed for the day." I stuck out my hand to Ashley. "I'm Samantha. Call me Sam. That's my husband, Larry."

Her hand was cool, smooth and soft. "Ashley. My husband, Kevin," she said. "We're more grateful than you could ever know."

Kevin took my hand and pressed it between his. "I can't tell you how much we appreciate this," he said.

"No need. Look," I said, "let's just forget about the hard times and enjoy each other's company. We'll make like we've been life-long friends, okay? From here on out, it's our treat."

Larry turned away from the counter with the two bags of snacks. "What's the plan, then?" he asked.

"We're going to take Ashley," I nodded in her direction by way of introduction, "and Kevin," indicating the young man, "back to the motel to freshen up. Then we'll take them to dinner."

"Fine, fine," Larry said.

"You remember Kevin and Ashley," I nudged Larry. "They've been our friends for ages."

Larry looked at me as if I'd sprouted a third eye.

During dinner, we discovered that our guests had been married for two years. He was a bio-tech engineer. Ashley had been a cheerleader in high school, gotten her BS in Psychology and worked part-time giving psych evaluation tests to students in the same high school from which she'd graduated.

"I'll bet you keep all those teenagers standing at attention," Larry quipped.

"A couple of the teachers, too," Kevin acknowledged.

"Really?" I asked. "Does it bother you, Kevin? All those men leering at your wife like that?"

Kevin smiled broadly. "Nope," he said. "She always comes home and sleeps with me."

"Well isn't that a co-incidence," Larry said. "We've got a similar outlook."

"Larry!" I commanded him severely.

"No," Ashley said. "I want to hear. What's your outlook?"

"Well," Larry started, "I think my wife is really quite attractive."

Kevin looked at me. "I'd agree."

"She is," Ashley chimed in.

"And I know," Larry continued, "that there are guys around who would like to have her, you know, to sleep with her."

"Oh!" Ashley said. She looked down to her plate and toyed with her food.

"What he means is," I took up, "that there is sex, and then there is love."

"Interesting," Kevin said. "So…you…"

"Sleep around?" I asked. Kevin nodded. "No, not exactly."

"Well, then," Kevin asked, "what exactly is it, I mean, what…well, what do you do?"

"So far," I admitted, "nothing much. I mean, if we notice a guy, an attractive guy like you, Kevin, giving me the eye, we just play act. I play like Larry is that guy."

"Ah!" Kevin seemed relieved. "I see. So you haven't…like…done anything, really."

"Not yet," Larry offered. "Have you?"

"Us?" Kevin seemed uneasy. "No, no. We're…well…committed, you know what I mean?"

"Certainly," I answered. "Larry and I are committed to each other, too. But, we still have fun with it. Haven't you two ever played like that?"

"Well," Ashley said very softly, "Kevin likes it when I tell him how some of the boys get, you know, excited when they're around me. He likes me to tell him about it."

"You mean he gets real turned on?" I tried.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Ashley admitted.

"And it turns you on, too, doesn't it," I pressed Ashley.

"I guess it does, yeah," she said.

"Me, too," I told her. And we let the topic drop.

As we left the restaurant I asked Larry if I could ride with Kevin in his Camaro. "You know, I've never ridden in a hot car like that. Could I?"

"It's all right with me," Larry said. "Kevin, would you mind taking Sam with you?"

"Sure, but, the back seat's all loaded with stuff. Twin buckets in the front. Ashley, you want to ride with Larry back to motel?" Kevin suggested.

I saw Ashley look at her husband for several long seconds.

"Come on, Ashley," he said. "It's just back to the motel. I mean, it's not like…"

"Ashley," Larry broke in, "I promise I won't molest you," he said with a wide grin.

The blonde turned her gaze on my husband. She broke into a wide smile. "What makes you think I won't molest you?" she asked playfully and the tension was broken.

"Because," Larry said, laughing, "that would be too good to be true." He led her to our car and held the door for her. I saw her long, tanned legs swing into the seat before Larry closed the door. Damn, I thought. She sure is beautiful.

Kevin opened the door for me, and I slid into the seat of the black Camaro. The interior was all black, as well. When Kevin turned the key, the various lights blinked on inside giving the car a surreal look and feel.

"Nice car," I commented.

"Thanks," was all Kevin said.

"Do I make you nervous, Kevin?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little bit, I guess," he said.

"Why do you suppose that is?" I wanted to know.

"I don't know. Because you're attractive. More experienced."

"Older?" I jibed at him.

"Well, yeah, but not old," he added quickly.

"Would you fuck me if you got the chance?" I plunged in.

"Jeez, Sam!" he exclaimed.

"The words bother you?" I asked him.

"I just didn't expect to hear them from you," he explained.

"Well, would you?"

"Oh, jeez. I … I'd like to, I guess," he stumbled.

"You guess?"

"Well, there's Ashley…and Larry…I mean…"

"It could be awkward, you mean," I stated.

"Yeah."

"But you find me attractive enough to be interested?" I asked.

"Well, sure!"

"And, would you mind if Larry fucked Ashley?"

"I wish you wouldn't…" he stammered.

"Use that word?"

"Yeah."

"But, that's what we're talking about, Kevin. We're not developing a life-long relationship here. We're talking about sex. About lust. Pure fucking for the pure joy of it.

"So what about it," I continued. "Would you mind seeing Ashley and Larry together?"

"Oh, man!" he seemed tremendously uncomfortable. "I just don't know."

I told him, "You've got about three minutes to decide, Kevin, until we get back to the motel. I will fuck you, if you want. But, you have to promise you won't go snake-shit when Larry and Ashley get it on."

"I don't think Ashley…"

I cut him off. "I think she will. Didn't you hear that last comment? I think she decided right then and there that if he wants to fuck her, and if I know Larry, he does, that she's going to jump right in and enjoy it to the max."

"You really think so?" He sounded dubious.

"Look," I explained, "you guys have played the school scenario thing, right?" Kevin nodded. "It turns you both on to think of her actually arousing somebody, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Then you play what it would be like if she fucked one of them, don't you?"

"Well, sort of," he said.

"Sort of, bullshit," I snapped at him. "It's what's really at the core of your role-playing. You know how I know that?" He shook his head. "Because Larry and I have done the same thing hundreds of times."

The direction signal indicator flickered as Kevin signaled his turn into the motel parking lot.

"I guess this is payback for the dinner, the room and everything," Kevin said, sounding somewhat bitter.

"No it's not, Kevin," I assured him. "If you don't want to screw me, that's fine. You sleep in your bed and I'll sleep in mine. But, I'll be honest with you. I would like to fuck you, okay? Not in payment or anything, but because I like you, I think you're cute, and I want to get laid."

"I do, Sam, I really do," he said, his voice agonized, "it's just, Ashley. I mean, what's she going to think about all this?"

"You leave Ashley to me, Kevin," I directed. "I promise you, if she's less than willing, absolutely nothing will happen tonight, okay?"

"Okay, sure," he said, relief evident in his voice. He pulled up to the cement parking block and shut off the car. I leaned toward him across the console.

"Come here, then," I commanded. "Kiss me before they get here."

Kevin leaned over and put his lips to mine. It started as a pristine gesture, but as I forced my tongue between his lips, he opened up and accepted me into his mouth. I tongued his teeth, the roof of his mouth, played tag with his tongue, then licked his lips slowly as I pulled back.

"Holy shit!" Kevin exclaimed as I reclined back into my seat.

"Yeah," I said, pulling down the visor to check my make-up. "I give good head, too."

Larry and Ashley didn't arrive for another ten minutes. We stood outside the car because Larry had the key card for the room. I was half-pissed off, and half-curious about the delay. I saw the white BMW pull into the lot. Ashley was driving. She pulled into a slot across the parking lot from the Camaro. I walked toward them as the doors were opening.

"I'm wondering how you wound up in the driver's seat," I said to her as she closed her door.

"We stopped to get some drinks," Larry said quickly. "You know, to go with the snacks?"

"Right," I said. "And?"

"And, I just asked her if she wanted to drive," Larry told me. "That's all."

"Oh," I nodded. "Well, then, you can take your groceries into the room, since you have the only key. Ashley and I have a couple of errands to run. So, you boys play nice while we're away."

"How long will you be?" Larry wanted to know.

"A couple of minutes. It's girl stuff," I said. "Come on, Ashley." I strode off toward the motel office with the blonde in tow. When we got close to the office door I turned around and faced her.

"We need to talk," I started. Not giving her an instant to reply, I charged on. "You're a beautiful girl, Ashley. You don't need me to tell you that. I'm sure you've been hearing it all your life." She nodded.

"I need to know how serious you were back at the restaurant," I told her.

She shrugged. "I don't know. What do you mean?"

"About Larry," I said. "He's got some esteem problems. He thinks he's getting old."

"Oh," she said. "I don't think he's old. Not in an," she actually made the quote signs with those long, slender fingers of hers, "'old man' sort of way. I think he's very distinguished looking. Besides, he's funny."

"He is that," I agreed. "Would you molest him?"

The girl giggled. "Oh, well," she said, "I don't want to make you mad or anything."

"What if I told you it wouldn't make me mad, Ashley? What if I told you it would make me happy?"

"You want me to sleep with him? With your husband?"

"That's the general idea. I damn sure want to sleep with yours."

"Oh." The blonde turned sideway to me and stared off into the traffic.

"Here's our situation, Ashley," I said, as gently as I could manage. "I would really like to fuck your husband. I think, I'm pretty sure, he would like to fuck me. Larry would fuck you in a New York minute if you'd let him. The only uncertainty here is you. Are you willing to go along with all this?"

Ashley looked to the ground.

"In the morning, we're headed back to Kansas City, and you're off to Maine," I continued. "We're not talking about a long-term relationship. Just one night of lust."

"Kevin…" she said.

"He's left it up to you, honey," I told her softly. "Nothing happens unless you agree."

"He really wants to do you?"

"Let me tell you something about men, sweetie. They will take whatever they can get as long as it's permitted. Within reason, of course. I mean, I'm not some old hag."

Ashley chuckled, somewhat uncomfortably.

"You're young, beautiful, in terrific shape. You'd make Larry's year if you said yes."

"And fertile," she said. I could tell it was her last refuge of resistance.

"Larry had a vasectomy seven years ago. I can tell you, it took."

"And Kevin said it was okay?" she asked.

"Kevin said it was up to you."

"I'm not a slut," she said, turning back to face me, her decision made.

"No, dear. I am."

We collected towels from the desk clerk, assuring him we'd pay the extra freight for the additional couple. Then we located the ice machine. On the way back to the room we made our plan.

"Larry doesn't know about all this, yet," I told Ashley. "When we get back to the room, I'll take Kevin to get the ice. That will give you a few minutes to seduce Larry. It shouldn't take long."

"What should I do?" she asked.

"Well, if I had all your attributes, I'd back him up against a wall, kiss him and whisper in his ear, 'I'm going to fuck you tonight.' That would about do it, I would think."

"That's sort of crude," Ashley objected.

"No need to be subtle, sweetie," I told her. "Its just sex. You don't need to impress him with your vocabulary."

"This is so exciting," she admitted. "My stomach is doing little flips."

"Larry's going to pass out when you come on to him," I chuckled.

"Oh, god! What if he does, Sam?"

"Pass out?" I said. "Hell, just give him mouth to mouth until he comes around again."

We arrived back at the room to find Larry clearing our stuff off the second bed and Kevin seated in a chair unpacking the goodies on the small table.

"Grab the ice bucket, Kevin," I commanded. "You're with me."

Kevin leapt up and grabbed the ice container from the vanity area. 

"No getting naked, you two," I ordered, "until we get back." I marched away from the room with Kevin behind me.

"How did it go?" he asked, breathlessly, when he finally caught up to me.

"Right now, my husband is getting the shock of his life," I told him.

He was like a little kid. "What's she going to do?"

I stopped dead. He ran into the back of me. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him toward the wall. I laid my lips against his, my hands grabbing behind his neck. When I broke the kiss, I put my lips next to his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight," I whispered.

"Holy shit!" he said.

"Yeah. Larry's going to get blown away when your wife comes on to him like that. So, you've got to promise me something," I told my young lover-to-be.

"What? Anything."

"You've got to tell her you love her. All night long. Tell her. Every day. For the rest of your life. Tell her. When she burns the meatloaf, tell her you love her. When she's late picking you up, tell her you love her. When she screws up, tell her you love her."

"I do. I do love her," he protested.

"Just tell her, man," I commanded. "She's doing this for you. This is a special gift. Tell her you love her for it."

"I will. I'll tell her." He sounded convinced.



About the Town Ch. 3



That's how we wound up with me on my hands and knees looking at that beautiful, firm and tanned thigh. It was Ashley's. She was sitting astride Larry with his cock buried in her well-eaten, sopping wet pussy, while her husband pumped his dick into me from behind. 

When Kevin and I returned from our ice-hunting expedition, we found Larry seated on the bed with Ashley behind him. She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and one of her hands had stolen underneath his shirtfront. She looked up at us and smiled as we came into the room.

"We're not naked yet," she said, almost gleefully.

"I can see that," I told her. Checking my husband's lap, though, I could see he was nearly at full distention. I walked over to him and brushed my hand down the length of his member. "I see you've got his attention, though," I joked.

Ashley giggled, then turned her head to kiss Larry's ear. She whispered something to him, then looked up at her husband and I. "Did you know he kind of twitches when you rub your fingers across his nipples?" she asked me. She demonstrated. Larry twitched.

"Quit that," he said.

"What an amazing discovery," I observed. I looked over my shoulder to check out how Kevin was doing. His eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him. The ice bucket he carried was swinging idly by his side. I pulled on his other hand.

"Come on, sweetie," I told him. "Let's get that set down so we can join the fun."

Kevin moved in kind of a daze, placing the bucket on the long bureau next to the tray where the drinks were laid out.

"Anybody want anything?" I asked.

"Not right now," Larry answered, his voice strangely tight.

"I can see Ashley has her hands full," I commented. "How about you, sweetheart?" I directed at Kevin.

"Uh, no, uh-uh," he said.

"Well I do," I told them, then turned toward Kevin, reaching my arms up to encircle his neck. I put my lips to his ear and did my own whispering. "I want you naked so I can suck on that marvelous cock of yours," I told him. I could feel his knees weaken under me.

Ashley piped up, "Can we get naked now, Sam?"

"I think that would be an excellent idea," I answered, unbuttoning the three buttons on my top and shrugging it off my shoulders. Kevin's eyes were fixed on my bra.

"Do you want me to help you, hon'" I asked him, "or can you do it yourself?"

"I'll do it, I can do it myself," he said quickly. He grabbed the hem of his polo shirt and ripped it over his head. Meanwhile I reached behind me and popped the two hooks on my bra. The bottom came loose. I pulled the straps off my shoulders and let the thing fall away from my breasts. Kevin slid off his blue shorts. He cocked a leg to untie his running shoes and almost toppled.

"Here," I offered. "Why don't we strip down the bed. Then you can sit down before you fall down. Kevin watched with fascination as I immodestly walked, topless, around the bed to the other side and grabbed the covers. 

"Are you going to help?" I asked him. He sprang into action, taking hold of the bedcovers and pulling them down the length of the bed. 

"Just roll 'em onto the floor, baby," I instructed him. "I don't think we'll be needing them."

When the covers were disposed of, Kevin sat on a corner and removed his shoes and socks. I, meanwhile, pushed my shorts down my thighs, wiggled a bit, then kicked them off. Kevin was clad in his briefs, and I had on only panties. I hitched my thumbs in the waistband and tugged my panties off. I walked over to stand in front of Kevin. I held my hands out to him and pulled on him until he was upright.

"These got to go, too," I said, pulling at his briefs. I tugged the front around his cock and pushed them down his legs, finally kneeling in front of him. When I looked up after he stepped out of his briefs, his cock was bobbing only inches away from my face.

"Now this," I said, taking gentle hold of his member, "is what it is all about." I placed my lips at the tip, sucked gently, and let my tongue lick the dab of pre-cum that oozed from his slit. Kevin's cock was about 7 inches, nearly two inches longer than Larry's. I knew I was going to really enjoy feeling it up inside me.

"You'd better sit on the corner of the bed," I instructed my young lover. "I wouldn't want you to fall down when you come."

As Kevin moved to the corner of the bed, I had a chance to look at Larry and Ashley on the other bed. Ashley had gotten all the clothing off herself and my husband. He was laying on his back on the bed, with Ashley astride his face. Ashley was humping his tongue and giving out little coos of joy. Larry is an excellent at eating pussy. I knew he was loving the taste and feel of that young cunt on his tongue. His erect cock waving in the air told me all I needed to know about his enjoyment.

Kevin sat on the corner and I pushed him backward so he was lying there, his legs on either side of the corner. His dick was only semi-erect, and lay across his thigh. I knelt down in front of his, cupped his balls in my left hand, and spent a moment blowing cold air on them, licking them, then blowing on them again. Kevin groaned.

"You want me to suck on you, don't you?" I asked him. Kevin hummed an affirmative.

As I took his member in my hand, I could feel the blood pumping into it, stiffening it. I licked the underside of the head very lightly. Kevin twitched. I smiled. I slid the slick underside of my tongue across the bulbous head, swirling around it, making is wet and slippery. Then I placed my lips at the tip and slipped him slowly into my mouth. I do so live that feeling of the slick tip sliding between my lips. I usually hold it there, my tongue pressing on the bottom, and my mouth compressed all around it, just feeling it throb and grow in my hot, wet mouth.

Kevin groaned. I slid my mouth off him. "My, my!" I said. "You're not going to come already, are you?"

"No," Kevin answered softly. "It just feels so good."

"So I may continue?" I asked, with a grin on my moist lips.

"Oh, yes, please," he responded.

As I slid my lips back onto his head, I heard Ashley let out a little squeal. I paused a second, recognizing her little orgasm, then sucked her husband's cock deep into my mouth. I held him there, gently, rubbing the underside with my tongue. Kevin's hands came to rest in my dark, curly hair. He held my head gently, stroking me and playing with my ears.

Have I mentioned how sensitive my ears are? That's why I get such a kick out of the whispering deal, you know, telling Ashley to whisper in Larry's ear, and then doing the same to Kevin myself. My ears are one of my trigger spots. I've got others, but the ears are particularly sensitive. Kevin probably didn't know it, but he was turning on my internal fire, sparking off sensations that zoom all down my body to the pit of my sex.

So, I went back to loving on Kevin's member, almost dripping with desire myself when the near silence in the room was split by Ashley's screams.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god!" she screamed in rapid-fire method. "Oh, god, Larry, god, stop, oh, please stop!" she squealed. My husband, ever the gentleman, stopped.

"No, no, no, no, no," Ashley squealed, her blonde hair splaying about wildly, her hips humping Larry's face. "Don't stop that," she said, urgently. "Not now! I'm cumming! I'm so close to cumming!"

I released Kevin's cock. "I'm confused," I told him. "Does she want him to stop or not?"

Kevin hitched up on his elbows. "She says that, sometimes, when it, like, gets to be too much. But, she doesn't really mean it."

"She needs to make up her mind," I said, turning to watch the pair on the other bed.

Ashley continued, sounding somewhat out of breath and on the verge of weeping.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, Larry! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, please! Oh, please!" she screamed and wailed, her hips ratcheting forward and back with true violence. Then she broke into sobs and fell forward into a full kneeling position, her lovely hair streaming down onto the bed.

"Oh, god!" she sobbed. "Oh, dear god!" Her words were distinct now, separated, no longer staccato, but broken by the sobbing.

"Is she all right?" I asked my new lover.

"Yeah," he said. "She just does that, you know. She's a sobber."

"Oh, god!" Ashley was saying now. "I've got to have you in me." She hitched up her hips and started crawling back down Larry's body. "I want to have you in me, Larry. Please, put your thing in me."

Larry was happy to oblige. As soon as her legs cleared his arms, he reached for his cock and held it aimed right into her dripping snatch.

Kevin and I watched transfixed as she inched her way down his body.

"It's right here for you," Larry told her. "Just keep coming backwards until you feel it."

Ashley did. She pushed her way down Larry's torso until she made contact with his member. Then she stopped, raised up on her haunches, and Kevin and I saw her slide down on Larry's engorged meat.

"God damn!" Kevin said. "I don't think I've ever seen anything so hot!"

"Me, either. Come on," I told Kevin. Then I crossed to the other bed and knelt next to my husband and his blonde siren. "From behind, Kevin. Right here. Get it in," I ordered. 

I felt him approach me and put his hands on my ass. He spread me, then plunged his cock deep into my cunt. I felt him fill me up, then immediately start pumping away.

"Slow down, baby," I directed him. "We've got all night. We don't want to rush anything." Kevin slowed down. He took up a regular, rhythmic pattern and I enjoyed the slick, hot sensation of his distended member pumping away at me. It was then that I noticed Ashley's thigh right next to my head, the strong muscles pulsating as she rode my husband's cock.

Eventually, that long night, we paired up in various combinations. I had Kevin in my mouth while Larry screwed me from behind. It was glorious. Ashley did likewise, while I watched. Kevin and I sucked on Ashley's tits while Larry rode on her. I even got to lick her pussy while she sucked on Larry's cock. Kevin came up behind me and buried himself inside me while I ate out his wife's pussy. I know she could feel his thrusts into me translated through my body to my mouth as I sucked on her. I never before had the bi thing going on, but Ashley's sweet young pussy was delectable. I enjoyed it so much, I'll actually consider doing it again.

We all fell asleep at about three a.m., completely spent. I woke at around 8:30 to hear Ashley and Larry engaged in one last joining before our eventual separation. I got to wake Kevin by holding his flaccid cock in my mouth until it stirred to erection. I climbed aboard, and rode him mercilessly; bringing myself off at least four times before I relented and let him spurt his seed deep inside me.

Kevin and Ashley left at around eleven. They packed up their stuff, then we all did the hug and kiss thing before they departed. Ashley actually wept as she kissed Larry goodbye. When she came to me, she just kept saying, "Thank you," over and over again.

"Just remember last night," I told her. "When Kevin does something brutish and stupid, remember what he gave you. Remember how much he loves you," I told the girl. "He does, you know. He loves you so much he gave you last night's passion. Remember that."

"I will," she promised. "He's a pretty special guy."

"That he is," I assured her. "I'm going to miss you guys."

"And, you take care of yours, too," she said, sternly. "He's a jewel."

"Don't I know it," I affirmed to her. "One in several million. That's my guy."

As they pulled away, Ashley waved furiously from the passenger's side and hollered out, "We love you guys!" 

Larry and I waved back.

We arrived home at about six that evening. We decided on TV dinners for supper, being too exhausted to make a meal.

"A pretty special weekend," I told my spouse as we picked at our dinner.

"It was," he agreed. "We sure got more than we bargained for. Remember, you were supposed to get laid."

"And I did," I responded. "Anyway, I'm glad it worked out the way it did."

"It'll sure make a hell of a story," Larry said.

"Not exactly one we can tell the kids, though," I commented.

"She sure was young and sweet," he reminisced.

"Almost young enough to be your daughter," I reminded him.

"I guess that make me a dirty old man," Larry smiled.

"You always were."

Six weeks later, we were having a quiet Thursday night at home when the phone rang. It was Ashley.

"Can you meet us in Columbus?" she wanted to know.

"When? And, what for?" I asked, floored to hear from her.

"The weekend, two weeks from Friday. We're going to be there. I miss you guys," she said.

"I'll have to check with Larry," I said. "But, Ashley, you were supposed to go your way and all that. How did you get our number?"

"Oh, Kevin did that. He and Larry had a meet, like in the bathroom or something? You know, that weekend? Larry slipped him a business card with your number on it. Didn't you know?" she asked.

"In truth, I didn't," I said.

Ashley sounded passionate. "Don't be mad, Sam, please. We really do love you guys. In fact, when we, you know, play those bedroom games? I play you, and Kevin plays Larry. Like, not at the same time, you know. But, you're our fantasy."

I laughed. "You've become quite the hussy," I told her.

"Yes, I have," Ashley admitted. "I even let one of those teachers come to the house and do, you know, while Kevin watched? But, all the time, I was wishing it was Larry. So, we didn't do that anymore."

"Ashley, this is, well, a surprise, really," I said.

"I know, Sam. But, we love you, we really do. And, you know that thing you did to me, like when I was doing Larry? Remember?"

"I remember, Ashley," I said.

"Well, I want to try it, too. I never did it before. But, I want to do it with you."

"I'm flattered, Ashley. I really am."

"So, you'll meet us in Columbus?" she asked.

"Yes, sweetie," I told her. "Whatever else is going on, we'll be there. I'll go talk to Larry right now."

I hung up the phone and went to find my husband in his little workroom.

"Got any plans for the weekend of the 21st?" I asked him, while he sanded on a chair rung.

"I don't think so," he said. "Why?"

"We're going to Columbus," I said. "You're going to get laid!"