12 comments/ 45220 views/ 21 favorites Alice's Night Out Ch. 01 By: bbrhett It was Saturday night. This was Alice's one night for relaxation this week. It had been a busy week and she had worked many late hours to keep up. Her husband was out with a friend and wouldn't be home until late, so she had plans to meet up with a couple of friends for a light dinner and a few drinks. Alice enjoyed dressing up and feeling sexy. It was a warm summer night so she pulled out a couple of pairs of shorts and a few blouses to find an ensemble that fit her mood. After trying a few combinations, none were catching her fancy, so she pulled a red sun dress from the closet. She hadn't worn it in ages. She stepped into it, stood in front of the mirror, did a half twirl one way and then the other. It hugged her figure and accentuated her breasts. It was perfect for tonight. She felt confident and sexy. She was feeling free and thought about going braless, but she knew her nipples would be too obvious through the thin material of the dress and decided against it. She added a few accessories, applied her make-up, slid on a pair of complimentary heels and drove 30 minutes to meet her friends at the restaurant. The restaurant was a popular upscale place. It was busier than usual, so the girls sat down at the bar and ordered a cocktail while they waited for a table. They made small talk, catching up on the events from the week. After about 20 minutes, one cocktail was gone and the table still wasn't ready so they ordered another round. As their drinks were served, the maitre d' announced their table was ready and proceeded to seat them. They all ordered their usual, continued their light conversation, and enjoyed a third cocktail. Alice was feeling more relaxed and adventurous now and could tell the other girls did too. Usually, the girls would say goodnight after dinner and head home. On this night, they decided to stay out and go to a specialty beer pub that always had a good mix of the younger and older crowds. It wasn't a dance club, but always had a big crowd with good energy. The girls found a spot at the bar and each ordered their favorite drink. The drinks came and the conversation started loosening up. The girls were having fun and Alice was starting to feel a little buzzed. She knew she needed to slow down if she was going to drive home. As the girls were finishing up their drinks, they began to say their good-byes. As they each took a final sip from their drinks, the bartender placed another round in front of them. With a look of puzzlement on their faces, the bartender responded, "It's from the man at the end of the bar." Alice looked up to see a handsome, fit, young man in his mid to late 20's. His build was slender and he stood 6'3" or 6'4". He was with a group of friends and had his back half turned to them as he looked over his shoulder and raised his glass. The girls raised their drinks and mouthed the words "thank you" in return. After a few sips and more conversation, the young man broke away from his friends and walked over. As he approached Alice scanned her gaze over the length of his body, instantly feeling a physical attraction. She began to wonder what he would look like naked. He introduced himself as Jonathon. The girls introduced themselves. The group made small talk and they covered the usual, where were they from, what they did for a living, their ages, etc. Jonathon was 28. The girls where all around 40. They learned Jonathon had just purchased a townhouse about a mile away and that he was an investment specialist for a local bank. While everyone was active in the conversation, it was clear Jonathon was interested in Alice. The other girls thought it was cute and excused themselves to go have a cigarette. Alice had always found other men exciting, especially younger men, but was very satisfied in her marriage. She never seriously thought about hooking up with another guy. She had discussed it with her husband and she knew he was alright with her enjoying such an experience, but she had mostly considered the thought a distraction. She enjoyed the attention though and found the conversation with Jonathon engaging. When the girls came back, they broke off into their own conversation. Jonathon and Alice discussed sports and politics. Jonathon casually sprinkled innuendo into the conversation. Each time Alice blushed and felt her heart pound in her chest. It was a thrill, but she didn't take the bait. After another round, the girls turned to excuse themselves for another cigarette. Jonathon asked if it would be ok if he joined them and grabbed Alice by the hand to urge her along. His touch was warm and electric, sending a shiver of excitement through her body. The girls all grabbed their purses and proceeded outside. As the girls lit up their cigarettes, Jonathon patted his pockets as though searching for lost keys. "I left my smokes in the car. Will you come with me to get them ... my car is right around the corner," he said reaching his hand out to Alice. Not thinking and feeling the effects of the alcohol, she complied. Jonathon and Alice circled around the corner and walked halfway down the block out of sight of the others. Jonathon grabbed Alice's hand and pulled her into an inset doorway, out of sight of prying eyes. He pinned her against the wall, his hands flat against the wall on either side of her body to prevent her from easily sliding away. Alice felt a rush through her body, she could feel the heat building inside and her legs and arms felt weak, almost numb. She rested the weight of her body against the wall, so as not to fall. Her hands were on his chest ready to push him away. But she could feel how hard and muscular his chest was beneath the thin fabric of his shirt and paused. Jonathon leaned in to her ear, "I'm sorry, I just needed a moment alone with you ... I don't even smoke." She could feel his heavy breath on her ear as he pushed his hips towards hers, pressing what felt like a sizable hard-on against her lower stomach. She lifted her eyes to meet his. She melted to his crystal blue eyes, and found that she was unable to control herself. She leaned in and gave him two small, soft, wet kisses. For a moment, she felt as though she would do anything he asked. But then she snapped back to reality. Maybe it was a feeling of guilt for doing something she shouldn't. Maybe it was just the fear of getting caught. Fighting the passion ready to explode inside her, she broke away from the moment. "Jonathon, I can't do this. I'm married," she pleaded as she tried to look away. He touched her cheek softly with the back of his hand directing her gaze back to his, a slight look of disappointment in his eyes. After a moment of silence he replied, "I understand. I wouldn't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. But you can't drive home! You've had too much too drink. You can sober up at my place. I promise to behave." She adored the mischievous glint in his eyes...but going somewhere with him? How could she go anywhere with him? Besides, she wasn't sure she quite believed he would behave. Yet the idea excited her. Alice sometimes believed it's safer to keep fantasies as exactly that and not push them into becoming a reality. A dream locked away can't be fulfilled but will never be shattered either. In her world all fantasies and desires stayed locked away. She seldom spoke of them and certainly didn't act on them. It was a safe world...safe and sometimes dull! She should say 'no' to Jonathon. "Thank you for the offer Jonathon, it's tempting but I don't think it's a good..." Then her head began to spin, maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the thrill of the moment. Either way, she knew it wasn't a good idea to make the 30 minute drive home. With a little time to clear her head, she tried to convince herself that she could resist his advances if he wasn't true to his word. Or maybe the possibilities it may lead too became too inviting instead of frightening. "OK, but the girls can't know. People might get the wrong idea. We can talk for an hour or so while I sober up. Nothing more!" He nodded his head in agreement. "Meet me at the gas station on the corner in 10 minutes. I'll say good-bye to the girls and follow you from there." Alice returned to her friends. They were surprised Jonathon was no longer with her. "What happened to Jonathon?" "He wanted my number. I told him it was inappropriate. I'm married! I think he went home a little disappointed," she said with a feigned laugh, hoping the girls wouldn't be suspicious. "That's too bad! He was hot!!" The girls all giggled. They made small talk while the other two finished their cigarettes. As they parted to go their separate ways, Alice assured them she was fine to drive home. ********** As they drove up to Jonathon's building, he stopped, rolled down his window, and waved for Alice to pull along side. She rolled down her window. Jonathon was pointing towards several open parking spots. "Park your car over there. I'll park my car in the garage and meet you at the front door." As Alice parked car, she pulled out her phone and shot a quick text to her husband. "Had too much to drink, staying at a friend's to sober up. Be home late." Alice slipped her heels off in the car and walked barefoot unsteadily towards the building. The alcohol was definitely going to her head and she was grateful she had decided not to drive home. At the same time, the excitement began to build within her once again. What was she doing? Her phone buzzed. It was a text from her husband. "Just got home. Exhausted and heading to bed. Sounds like you're having a good time :) Talk in the morning." Knowing he wouldn't be worrying freed her mind. She felt a flash of heat pass through her body at the thought of not having a curfew. Jonathon opened the front door and greeted her with a big smile and a wink of the eye. He put his arm around her shoulder and guided her towards the stairs. It was illicit, forbidden, and sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through her. She never dreamed that she would be spending her evening with such a gorgeous man and his attentiveness made her feel wonderful. "We're headed to the top floor ... the penthouse suite!" he said with a big smile and a laugh. Jonathon helped steady Alice as they walked the stairs. They innocently flirted with each other and giggled until they reached Jonathon's door. Jonathon released his arm from Alice's shoulder and unlocked the door. Jonathon's home was much larger than Alice had expected. It didn't look like a bachelor pad! It was very clean and neat with a contemporary design. "Jonathon must be very successful and well paid to afford such a place," she thought. "Make yourself at home. Would you like coffee or tea?" "Tea, please. May I use your restroom?" "Down the hall, first door on the left." As Alice freshened up, she became aware of how uncomfortable her bra had become. No longer in public, she decided it would be alright to take it off and rest more comfortably. She slipped it over her shoulders and pulled it out from under her dress, placing it in her hand bag. As she left the bathroom, she looked up to see Jonathon carrying two cups of tea. Soft mood music was playing in the background. He had changed into pair of cotton bedtime slacks and a form fitting tee. Her mind wandered once again to what he would look like naked. "Magnificent!" she thought as a smirk flashed across her lips. "What's so funny?" "Oh, nothing. Just something one of the girls said to me earlier tonight," she lied. Alice accepted the tea and sat down on the edge of a leather couch in front of the coffee table. She sat proper with her back straight, her knees together, angled off to the side. Jonathon sat in a nearby arm chair, leaning back comfortably as they began to talk and sip their tea. Once again Alice found Jonathon to be very engaging. He was intelligent, charming, and a great listener. They talked for an hour without pause covering a wide range of topics. Alice was beginning to feel like she had know this strange man for years. He had been a perfect gentleman. True to his word. In a way, she had hoped he wouldn't be. "I think I need to use the restroom again." As she stood up, she became lightheaded and lost her balance. Jonathon quickly jumped to his feet, grabbed her hand, and eased her back to the couch. "Are you OK?" he said half serious, half laughing. "Yeah. I think I just stood up too quickly." He was sitting next to her, one hand holding hers, the other softly rubbing her back. She lifted her eyes to his and the excitement once again rushed through her body. She laid herself across his lap, placing her head on his chest. "Give me a moment. I'll be fine." Jonathon rubbed her shoulders. Then softly, he moved the back of his hand across her cheek, pushing back her hair that had fallen forward. "Alice, I have to tell you that you are absolutely beautiful and I've had a wonderful time with you tonight." It was a perfect moment, a moment she had secretly been hoping for since she made the decision to go home with him. She lifted her head off his chest, turned and placed a single soft kiss on his lips. She felt more alive than she had in years. "Where did that come from?" he whispered. "I think I wanted that since we kissed on the street. I think I'd like more," she said roughly, looking up at him with wanton eyes. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" He nudged her in the ribs and she nudged him back. He leaned forward with a big grin, engaging her in another, longer, much more passionate kiss. This time, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. They enjoyed the taste of one another as their hearts began to race and their breathing became heavy. With that, Alice decided to seize the chance to live out a fantasy for real. Life was too short, and her new friend was gorgeous. She silently screamed her recently adopted motto to herself. "YOLO baby!" (YOLO meaning "You Only Live Once") ********** She reached out and began to stroke his arm. His skin was smooth and the tiny hairs stood on end as her fingertips caressed him. She could feel his taught muscles in his forearms flexing. She wondered how would it feel to run her fingers over his bare toned torso, his firm ass and his hardened cock. She was ready to take this illicit rendezvous to the next level. As she sat up to face him, Jonathon broke away and ran his eyes over her body taking in her contours and curves. He lingered on her breasts, noticing for the first time she was no longer wearing a bra. Reaching out, he softly thumbed one of the nipples protruding through her dress. Finally, his eyes returned to hers and he nodded approvingly. "Do you know how sexy you look?" "I like it when you look at me like that," the desire in her voice obvious. With that, he reached out and slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders exposing her heaving breasts. Alice could tell he was pleased by the grin on his face. She had implants 14 years earlier after the birth of her third and final child. She was now completely drunk in the moment. He leaned over, nibbling each of her nipples, swirling his tongue around her flush areolas. He then moved up and placed small, soft, wet kisses on her neck. It sent a tantalizing tingle through her that made her pussy lips swell. Her reawakened lust for sex demanded consummation and what she needed more than anything was to make love to this man. She yearned to be filled with Jonathon's swollen, pulsating penis, and fucked with all the stamina of his youthful body. "Jonathon ...," she was breathless and dizzy, unable to complete her thought. She wanted sex with him so badly. "Alice, I feel connected to you. Like I've known you forever." His words were sincere. His gaze penetrating. "Make love to me, Jonathon!" she whispered as she let out a soft moan in anticipation. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked, looking for one last confirmation. Her heart pounded in her chest. "Yes," she said softly. "Yes, I want you to fuck me!" this time more forcefully. Jonathon's face lit up with a seductive smile. He leaned in and kissed her lips again. She ran her hand over his hardened, contoured torso, finding her way beneath his waist band, encircling his hard cock with her hand. She began to stroke it softly. She was about to have sex with another man. Instead of feeling guilt, all she felt was excitement and pleasure. Jonathon laid back on the couch. He lifted his hips and she hooked both hands around his waist band and pulled his slacks over his ankles, dropping them to the floor. His cock popped out, standing at attention. It was at least 9 inches and she had never seen a cock with such girth! Jonathon quickly sat up and removed his shirt. Alice put a hand on his chest, tracing the shape of his pecks, enjoying the sight of the completely naked man before her. He was sexier than she had imagined and she could feel the wetness of her excitement running down her inner thigh. Placing her palm flat on his chest, she pushed him onto his back before climbing on top and attacking his gorgeous body with kisses. His skin tasted of sweat mixed with the tang of aftershave, masculine tastes, intoxicating and highly arousing. Her mouth traveled from his muscular neck downwards, past the toned pecks, his six-pack and on to the moist, pulsating cock which twitched repeatedly to her touch. Her lips engulfed his engorged tip while her hands stroked his long, solid shaft. "Ahhh!" Jonathon moaned. Pre-cum escaped the tip of his cock as Alice lapped it up. It was salty and slick. She found it arousing. She quicken her pace, stroking him, making him writhe and groan. She wanted him to know that she was in control, that at this moment he belonged to her. She wanted him to climax. She teased him and adjusted her pace and form sensing what excited him the most. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," Jonathon gasped. This served as motivation. She lowered her mouth over his cock and took him as deep as she could. She felt him harden more as he let out an agonized cry. As he convulsed, she released his cock from her mouth, stroking it firmly with both hands. She felt his cock twitch and hot creamy cum propelled on to her chest with each stroke. Jonathon's body fell limp as he moaned in pleasure. "Oh wow! That was incredible ... I'll go get you a towel!" he said breathlessly. "No, I want to leave it there as a reminder of what I can do to you," she said firmly, but with a wry smile on her face. He nodded approvingly. She spread the cum around with her hand, leaving her breasts glazed with the warm, shiny liquid. Jonathon laid motionless for a few moments more enjoying his orgasm. Alice remained between his legs, looking up at him as she kissed his inner thighs. Then he sat up, took Alice by the hand to pull her onto the couch next to him. He rolled over on top as they kissed passionately and he explored her body with his hands. "Your beautiful," he whispered as he gently slid his hands beneath the sun dress that had bunched up around her waist. He sank a finger into her waiting pussy, burying it to his knuckles and exploring it's inner depths. Then he removed it bringing it to his lips, sucking and savoring her juices. He repeated the act, this time offering his finger to Alice. She eagerly sucked on it and moaned with pleasure. Jonathon got to his feet. Using both hands, he hooked his thumbs around her thong and tugged them from her body. As he stood looking down at her, she reached up to stroke his semi-hard cock. He grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet, and her dress fell to the floor. He pulled her in, kissing her on the lips, his cock pressed between their bodies. Then he released her, took her by the hand, and led her to the bedroom, the two of them running like children at play. Alice's Night Out Ch. 01 The bedroom was dimly lit. Like the rest of the house, it was neat and clean. The bed was neatly made and matched with the walls and furniture. Once again, they came together in a passionate kiss. Alice had both arms around his neck. As they broke away, Jonathon took her by the shoulders and gently lowered her onto the bed. He stood over, gazing for the first time on her completely exposed body. Her nipples flush with blood and her pussy engorged with desire. "Gorgeous," he whispered. "Simply breath-taking." He knelt before her, gently opening her legs and lifting her knees over his shoulders. He lowered his head and began softly kissing around her womanhood. Her head began to spin and she let out a soft moan as his warm tongue found her clitoris. Waves of pleasure washed over as he sucked and tugged. She was so stimulated, she knew she wouldn't last long. Jonathon's fingers slipped inside her, stroking her slippery tunnel and intensifying the sensations. Then he withdrew his fingers to reach up to tweak her nipples. Gently at first, then harder. He used his lips to suck in her oozing juices. She began to climax as he picked up his pace and reinserted his fingers to firmly stroke her. At first she clamped her legs around his head, but then planted her feet on the edge of the bed to thrust her swollen clitoris into his lapping tongue. "Oh, yes! Lick me Jonathon! Suck me!" she screamed. Alice groaned and writhed as Jonathon complied. Her body convulsed in orgasm. Unable to handle the intensity, she pushed him away. She wasn't finish yet, she still craved more; stabbing, penetrating sex. "Fuck me Jonathon! I need your big cock in me!" Jonathon didn't waste any time positioning his warm hard body on top of hers. His now rigid cock pushed against her opening, teasing her cunt with the promise of pleasures to come. She slid her hand down between Jonathon's legs to guide his cock into her waiting wetness. As he slowly slid inside of her, she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around him to allow for deeper penetration. As his swollen head pushed against her cervix, she let out a soft moan. "Fuck me hard, Jonathon! Come on! Fuck me!" she screamed. Frustrated in his resistance to move quickly, she began thrusting her hips in attempt to climax again. "Oh baby, that's so hot!" he said breathlessly. She had hit a chord with him. He began thrusting intensely, pushing hard, deep inside her. His huge cock filled her completely. She gasped as he continued to thrust, burying his long, thick cock deep inside her slick hole. She couldn't remember fucking ever feeling so good. "Harder!" she cried as his cock slammed repeatedly deep into her cervix. "Fuck me harder! I'm cumming again!" They began to thrust their hips together in unison. In one last burst of passion, they climaxed together. Alice could feel the hot wetness of Jonathon's cum inside her as waves of pleasure pulsated through her body. They lay together for several minutes, his cock still inside her. Once their breathing returned to normal, Jonathon rolled over and whispered, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" She looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "It was perfect." After a pause, Jonathon asked cautiously, "I suppose your husband is going to start wondering where you are?" "He's not expecting me home till morning. I think I should stay for breakfast. What do you think?" "Breakfast sounds perfect." "Good, because I have plans for you until then!" she said with a devious grin on her face. They both giggled. "I can't turn down an offer like that! You're an incredible woman." With that, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. They talked quietly, gently petting each other as they laid in post orgasmic bliss. Alice's Night Out Ch. 02 The feeling inside her reminded her of how she felt on Christmas morning as a child. The weeks of anticipation followed by the joy of opening that one gift she had wanted so badly. She had fantasized of sleeping with another man for years. She was finally living out that fantasy and she couldn't have imagined a more perfect partner. She could see the look of mutual admiration in his eyes. It was more than an intense physical attraction. They connected intellectually. They lay naked in one another's arms talking quietly. His wit aroused her and she could tell he was becoming aroused again too. She could feel his cock stir against her thigh as their conversation turned sexual. "Your nipples are so big." He nibbled on them, tugging firmly. She threw her head back and gasped from the stimulation. "I think that happens when you breast feed three kids." Her tone was matter-of-fact. Worried he may have offended her, he quickly added, "I think they're wonderful and sexy." He slid his hand to her crotch. She parted her legs, welcoming him to dip his finger into her slippery, wet hole. A soft moan and a buck of her hips brought his dick to full attention. Acting on instinct, he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. "I want to fuck you from behind," he said hoarsely as he slapped her on the ass. Obeying, she quickly propped herself up on all fours. As he positioned himself behind her, she reached between her legs, guiding him into her dripping cunt. She arched her back and dropped to her elbows as he slipped his bulbous head past her swelling entry. "Oh, yes," she moaned. "Give me that big cock!" Jonathon slowly thrust his member forward as he admired Alice's sculpted back. At the small was a tattoo of two thorny rose stems entwined in a decorative pattern. "Mmmm. Nice tattoo," he complimented playfully as he pressed one hand into her lower back and reached around with the other to cup her breast. She had convinced her husband years ago to get a tattoo with her. She had chosen a tramp stamp because it made her feel slutty. She had secretly hoped to show it off to another man one day. Jonathon's compliment brought those thoughts to reality and sent waves of pleasure through her body. "Deeper," Alice begged. Jonathon complied, placing his hands on her hips for leverage. The sound of slapping flesh reverberated through the room as he picked up his pace. He could feel her pussy lips harden around his cock as it slid freely in her hot, lubricating juices. "Unh ... Unh ... Uhn," she cried in rhythm with each thrust. "I'm ... cum ... ming!" She let out a loud gasp as her shoulders and head collapsed to the bed. Jonathon continued to fuck her. A lump formed in her throat from her prolonged orgasm. "Oh my god!" she whimpered as she struggled back up to her hands. "Your cock feels so good." Lusting for more, Alice placed her hands on the headboard. Jonathon slipped both hands around to her tummy, slamming his dick deeper into her tunnel. Her upright posture caused his cock to rub firmly against her pelvic bone. The angle stimulated her, escalating her arousal towards another climax. Their coupling was pure, animalistic passion. As her orgasm washed over her, Alice craned her neck to meet the eyes of the man behind her. Jonathon leaned forward and engaged her in a heated kiss, their tongues wrestling with one another. She bucked her hips back into his causing his cock to twitch, then explode, depositing a load of hot semen into her belly. Together, their bodies convulsed. As Jonathon slowly withdrew his dripping penis, he collapsed onto the bed. Grabbing Alice's hand, he pulled her down on top of him. They laid silent in one another's arms, aroused, and temporarily exhausted. ********** They enjoyed a slow fuck, Jonathon pumping her with his rock hard cock. They had been at it for over three hours, resting only occasionally to recover. Alice was in complete awe of Jonathon's stamina. "Is that sunlight?" Alice questioned as their lips parted from a long, soft, wet kiss. Jonathon looked up at the faint ray of sunshine landing on the wall beside the bed. "What an amazing night," he said as he turned back to Alice with a big grin on his face. "Let's finish it. Fuck me hard." She thrust her hips, driving his dick deeper into her pussy. They rocked in unison. Slowly at first, then faster as their arousal intensified. Jonathon could feel Alice's nipples harden against his chest, her fluids hot around his cock. "Cum baby. I want you to cum," she said as his breathing became labored. "I want you to cum too," he pleaded with her. "I'm good, enjoy the moment," she whispered as she leaned in and blew in his ear. "Not ... fair", he stammered. Sensing his arousal, she turned her head slightly and bit into his earlobe, tugging softly. His body stiffened as he ejaculated into the woman he met only a few hours earlier. "Ugh," he moaned. Pleased with herself, Alice giggled softly. Jonathon attempted to thrust a few more times, but it was useless. He was finished. He slowly pulled out and laid his head on her chest. "That was fantastic," he whispered as they both dozed off in exhaustion. ********** Alice slowly returned to consciousness. She was groggy and exhausted. As she opened her eyes, she became momentarily confused. "Where am I?" she thought. She examined the sunlit room around her. Suddenly the familiarity registered and the memories of the previous night came rushing back, filling her with contentment and satisfaction. She rolled over to find her lover, placed a soft kiss on his chest, and lightly ran her hand over his ripped mid-section. He stirred a little, not waking from his slumber. "What time is it?" she asked herself, a brief flash of panic rushing through her. The digital clock next to the bed read 8:28. She let out a sigh of relief. Her husband wouldn't be up for another couple of hours. He usually slept in on Sundays. Going out the night prior, he'd probably sleep until 10:30 or 11:00. She laid quietly for several minutes collecting her thoughts and gathering the energy to motivate. "No regrets!" she assured herself. She had thoroughly enjoyed the previous night. "What now?" she thought as questions began racing through her head. "And how was she going to tell her husband?" ********** Alice and her husband started dating at the age of 15. She was his first kiss. They became pregnant at 18 and were married at 19. They had three kids before the age of 25. Like any marriage, there were good times and there were bad times. Marrying so young, neither had the opportunity to properly sow their oats. Her husband had never experienced another woman. In their mid-20's, his curiosity got the better of him and he had an affair. He had told her about it after it was over, saying it was the stupidest thing he had ever done. She was angry at him for putting their family at risk. She was angry with herself for almost losing him. Her biggest fear was that he would leave her. They sought counseling and learned to communicate better. Overtime, their trust was restored and their love grew stronger. Eventually they came to the realization that they loved each other unconditionally. She distinctly remembered their conversation one night while laying in bed. "It wouldn't matter what you did, I would never leave you," he said candidly. "If you slept with another man, it wouldn't matter. I'd take you back with open arms." She was stunned and somewhat perplexed. But as he explained further, she began to understand. "I can't control being attracted to other women any more than I can control what flavor of ice cream I like," he continued. "I like what I like. I don't know why. I'm also human and prone to moments of weakness. How could I judge you for doing something that I fantasize about every day?" "You fantasize about other women?" she queried. "It doesn't mean I love you any less. It's a physical desire I can't control," he replied. "Do you ever think about having sex with other men?" "I've always fantasized about being with another woman," she admitted. "It seems safer because I never really believed there was a possibility it could happen." Then, playing devil's advocate, she stated, "It's not socially acceptable to cheat." "It's human nature. Why should we fight our instincts? We're consenting adults. We should be able to choose what's right for us," he reasoned. She had never thought of it that way before, but it made perfect sense to her. He spoke on, "Your happiness matters most to me. If sleeping with another man made you happier, why shouldn't you experience that?" "I'm speechless. I never knew you felt that way," she blushed. "I haven't always." He paused, then asked cautiously, "Would you like to sleep with another man?" "I would." Her voice was filled with desire. Realizing the possibilities, she added, "I love the fact that you'd allow me to do that." They made passionate love that night, her husband pretending to be a different man. It aroused her to no end. He brought her to climax multiple times. Their bond became stronger. For a long time, the possibilities remained a fantasy. During sex, her husband would tell her how much it turned him on to imagine her fucking another man. He told her how beautiful she was and that other men should be able to experience her too. But it didn't go any further. Then her husband began traveling for work. He would be away for weeks at a time, leaving her to tend to the kids alone. Stressed and exhausted, she dreamed of escape, and he knew it. Eventually they agreed to live out their fantasies as a release from their busy lives. To keep their relationship in tact, they designed ground rules. First, they would always be honest with each other and share their experiences. Honesty was a pillar of their relationship and they believed sharing would bring them closer together. Second, they needed to be discreet. While they were not ashamed of their decisions, they knew many of those around them would not see things the same way and they didn't want to cause them unnecessary pain. Third, they would always come home to each other. They would always give each other priority over anyone else that came into their lives. Her new found freedom made her more aware of the men around her. She noticed their glances, their builds, or whether they were wearing a wedding ring. Occasionally she would flirt or fantasize about the possibilities of slipping away with one of them. At other times, she found it overwhelming and she would put such thoughts away for another time. Until now, either she hadn't met the proper partner or the logistics weren't right. ********** "Maybe my husband will be proud!" she speculated. Her thoughts turned to Jonathon. "Would this be the last time she'd see him?" She certainly had no intention of leaving her husband, but she wished for her relationship with Jonathon to continue. "Would he feel the same way?" She considered how they would keep their relationship a secret. "Could she trust him to be discreet?" She didn't have the answers just yet, but she looked forward to the day ahead just the same. Unable to lie still any longer, Alice rolled over and softly kissed Jonathon on the lips. He squirmed a little, still not waking. "Wake up sleepy head," she teased. He stretched his arms above his head, a smile forming on his lips. "Mmmm. Good morning," he responded, struggling to open his eyes. She leaned in and kissed him again. "Ready for more?" he asked, reaching out to cup the bare breast that popped out from under the sheets. "That sounds fantastic Jonathon. But, I need to get home. My husband is going to start wondering where I am." "OK, I think you've worn me out anyways," he joked. "Breakfast?" she asked. "Breakfast," he said. "You want to jump in the shower while I cook?" "Your going to cook for me?" she asked excitedly. He nodded. "I can't turn down an offer like that," she responded as she kissed him on the cheek. She rolled out of bed and getting to her feet. Jonathon stood up on the opposite side of the bed and slid on a pair of shorts he pulled out of a dresser drawer. He looked up to see Alice searching around the bed confused. "Where are my clothes?" Jonathon laughed, "I think we left them by the couch." Alice rolled her eyes and then walked towards the bedroom door. Jonathon grabbed her by the hand as she passed, turning her body towards him and pulling her in tight. He leaned in and engaged her in a kiss. Their tongues explored each other as Jonathon's hands roamed over Alice's body before coming to rest on her tight ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and she let out a soft moan. As their lips parted, Jonathon whispered, "Go take your shower." She reached both arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping both legs around his waist. "Carry me," she commanded as she pulled herself up to engage him in another kiss. He obliged. Securing his hands under her buttocks, he slowly made his way towards the bathroom as they made out. Preoccupied and unable to walk a straight line, they bounced off the wall and sideswiped the bathroom door frame before Jonathon was able to lower Alice's weight onto the edge of the bathroom counter. They unlocked from their kiss. Alice released both hands from around Jonathon's neck and placed them on the counter behind her to support her weight, her legs still wrapped around his waist. She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Her body wanted more, but she was also anxious to see her husband. "I should be getting home." "Mmmm. OK," he replied with a mischievous look in his eyes. He looked her up and down. She was absolutely irresistible and the sex crazed monster inside him had been reawakened. He wanted to take her. No, he needed to take her. He lowered his head, suckling her neck. Alice moaned and then repeated unconvincingly, "I should be getting home." Jonathon moved his attention to her heaving chest, flicking his tongue briefly over each nipple until they stood erect. She released him from the grip of her legs and he continued moving downward placing light kisses over her belly. "No, we shouldn't," she stopped him pushing his head away with one of her hands. "Just one kiss," he begged. She should say no. She was eager to see her husband. But the sly smile on his face convinced her otherwise. "Just one," she conceded. Jonathon devoured her pussy, opening his mouth wide to run his tongue along her length before sucking in her juices. He stroked her with his tongue and lower lip. "No," she resisted weakly. Her head was starting to spin. She lifted her hand to push him away again, but instead entwined her fingers in his hair, pulling him down harder. It was too late. She wanted to cum. She dug her feet into the edge of the counter and lifted her hips. Jonathon lapped his tongue, starting deep in her hole and finishing with a flick across her clit. Her vagina swelled as he licked and fucked her with his hand, burying all five fingers up to the knuckles. She lost all inhibitions as an orgasm washed over her. In her current state, she thought she would do anything he asked. "Stick your big cock in me," she commanded. But Jonathon abruptly stood up and left the room. "Where are you going!" she screamed angrily. She couldn't believe it! She wanted him to finish what he started. She would have followed him, but she didn't want to come down from her high. Frustrated, legs splayed, she plunged her fingers into her pussy, fucking herself vigorously. Jonathon returned holding his phone. He almost came on the spot. It was one of the hottest displays he ever witnessed. "I want to take a picture of you," he said wide-eyed as he watched her masturbate. "May I?" She knew better than to be caught on camera in such a vulnerable position. Who knows who would see them or where they would end up. But in her current state, the idea turned her on, starting her towards another orgasm. "OK," she replied panting heavily. She heard his phone click twice and felt it brush past her hand as Jonathon threw it onto the counter. Jonathon quickly dropped his shorts to the floor and positioned himself between her legs. She removed her hand from her opening as Jonathon slid his engorged member into her dripping lips. "You better fuck me!" she scolded him as she began to climax again. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingernails into his muscular back. Unable to control his excitement, Jonathon immediately blew his wad into her waiting hole. She could feel his seed spurt inside of her as her vaginal muscles contracted in her own orgasm. Jonathon withdrew his cock, spilling the remainder of his white sticky fluid onto her stomach. Both took a moment to bask in their pleasure before Jonathon reinserted his partially flaccid penis and kissing her softly. "I'm a little disappointed," she teased. "That has to be some sort of record." Feeling a little self-conscious, he replied, "I've never seen a woman masturbate before. God, was that sexy." After a brief pause, he added, "Besides, I was under the impression you were in a hurry." They laughed. As the effects of her orgasm faded, her senses returned. What was she thinking letting him take pictures of her like that? "I would like you to delete those pictures of me," she said sternly. Still on top with his penis inside her, Jonathon fumbled around until he located his phone. He studied briefly before saying, "No one could know it's you. I didn't capture your face." He turned the phone for her to see. Her breath stopped short. She was stunned by how erotic the photos were and a little proud of how sexy she looked. "May I keep them?" he asked. She nodded in agreement. "Eggs or Pancakes?" Jonathon asked as he stood, withdrawing his cock. "Eggs and tea," she replied, still laying back on the counter top. "Enjoy your shower," he said smugly. He stepped into his shorts, gave Alice a kiss on the cheek, and headed to the kitchen. Alice got to her feet and took a good look at herself in the full length mirror on the wall. Her hair was disheveled, her breasts and pussy were engorged and flush with blood, and she had cum running down her stomach and inner thigh. "Ridden hard and put away wet," she teased herself, feeling strangely proud. She stepped into the shower and took a few minutes to soak before lathering up. After she rinsed and dried off, she wrapped herself in a towel, ran her fingers through her hair, and proceeded to the kitchen. "How was your shower?" Jonathon asked as he stood over a sizzling frying pan. "Refreshing," she replied as she sat down on a barstool on the opposite side of the counter. He pushed a cup of hot tea towards her. "Thank you," she said, wrapping her hands around the cup and taking a sip. Alice sat quietly as Jonathon finished preparing their breakfast. He carried two plates, placing one in front of her and the other in front of the stool next to her. He sat down, running his hand over her back as he passed. "So where do we go from here?" he asked. Caught a little off guard, she responded, "I'm married Jonathon." After a pause, she continued, "I've never done this before. I don't even know what our options are." Deep in thought, she took few bites of her breakfast. "Well, I know I'd like to see you again," he replied frankly. Alice took another bite, trying to absorb his statement. Setting her fork down, she asked, "You mean like having lunch? Or romantically?" Both ideas intrigued her, but she still wasn't sure if she could trust him to be discreet. "How about we start with lunch or coffee?" he offered.