0 comments/ 35200 views/ 4 favorites Fight Night By: NiceEyes My husband Gary and I planned a romantic, fun-filled trip to Las Vegas for our 20th wedding anniversary. We had been to Vegas several times before, but wanted this trip to be special. For weeks, we talked about what we wanted to do, including: gambling, shows and sex, lots of sex. We saved up so we could double our daily gambling budget; arranged for show tickets in advance; and reserved better accommodations, so we could make love to each other in style. Our suite had a fireplace and a Jacuzzi! We looked forward to some hot times in the hot tub. We never did it in a hot tub before. We got so excited anticipating the trip. We made lists of what we wanted to bring, where to go and what to do, adding to them whenever we got another idea. Since there was little chance of anyone knowing us, we really wanted to go wild. Our trip was only for 10 days, so there was no way we could do everything on our list, but we wanted to pick the best from as many options as possible. Some ideas came from sexy stories and onto our list, even if they were unlikely or impossible. The list were pretty long, but these are just some items on our list: -I participated in an amateur night strip contest (it was fun!) We went to the same club the night before, to study the pros. -I wanted to buy and wear special clothes. Some of the things I wore are: sheer tops, short skirts, silky nylons with garter belt, nylon body stocking, various jewelry, a blonde wig (I am a redhead), g-string micro bikini and thong underwear. I loved the body stocking (nylon against my nipples!) and the bikini (nearly nude in the pool & lots of guys staring), but didn't care for the thong. I also played with my make-up, from subtle to daring. Gary loved it all! -We brought our digi-cam and cam-corder to take sexy pictures. We started in our suite, but got so into it that we shot more, like: me naked (in the hall and at the ice machine), Gary naked (pushing the elevator button), me flashing boob or pussy in public areas (in a taxi, a bench and at the pool) and Gary mooning (with the Luxor in the background), up-skirts and more. -We got remarried at a nudist chapel about 45 miles outside Vegas. -We considered hiring a stripper (male or female) to give us a private show in our hotel suite, but we didn't. -I considered getting a nipple piercing. I've heard so much about how sexy they are for the woman and her partner, but I feared my nipple may still be sore for our trip, so...maybe later. Anyway, the real subject of this story is what we did the day after our anniversary. We did a lot in the previous 5 days and were having a ball! Then, while we were playing roulette, I noticed a man at our table that, for some reason, really turned me on. He wasn't gorgeous or tall, dark and handsome, incredibly built or dressed like James Bond. In fact, he looked rather ordinary and wore casual clothes. Apparently alone, he didn't speak, so it wasn't his voice. He had a moustache & goatee, but I don't think was it, although Gary has always been clean shaven. I told Gary about him and how I hot I thought he was. Gary didn't see anything special about the stranger either. "I don't know why," I said. "Maybe it's something in his movements or expressions. I just can't put my finger on it!" "Ah, but would you like to put your finger on it?" Gary lewdly retorted. We like to make naughty comments like that to each other and while in Vegas we did it more than usual. We had good luck at the wheel, started with $200 and built it up to over $500. We used the same strategy all the time: $5 on #20 (black), $5-$10 on either 2nd dozen (#'s 13-24) or the middle column, and $10 on either Black or Even. We played #20 because of our 20th anniversary. Gary said he was going to cash in $300 (we could play with the rest). Then the ball dropped and the dealer said, "Number 20, Black!" Our payout was $205! I gave $200 of it to Gary to cash in (plus $300 he already had). I continued to play in his absence, but now I felt freer to check out my mystery man. I made more eye contact with him. At first, we just looked away. Then, we both smiled. Then eye brow movements were added and before long, I would say we were flirting. Gary took a long time to return. When the player next to me left, the mystery man picked up his chips and walked away from the table. I confess, my heart sunk. I was enjoying our playful flirting. Then, a player stepped in right next to me. It was HIM! I smiled. "Allo, how are you?" he said with a French accent. We continued playing, but with roulette, there is plenty of idle time. We chatted, mostly cordialities, and got to know each other a little. He didn't bring up the subject of Gary and I didn't either. His name was Claude. He was from Marseilles and was in Vegas for a trade convention. We were actually getting pretty friendly, even touching the other's arm or back when one of us won. I had some difficulty understanding his english, but his accent was so sensual that I could easily get used to it. Then, I thought about Gary and what was taking him so long. I glanced up from the table and looked around. No Gary. I placed my bets and while the wheel and ball spun in opposite directions, I looked behind me. Gary was leaning against a slot machine, watching me (or should I say us). I waved and he crooked his finger in a come here manner. I mouthed, "Just a minute." and watched until the ball dropped into 34-Red. I lost. I asked Claude "Please, watch my chips. I will be right back." He nodded. I slipped away to Gary. Smiling, he asked, "How's it going? Any luck?" "Oh, I'm down to about $100." He chuckled. "That's too bad, but its not what I meant. Are you having fun with that man? I saw how friendly you are getting!" If I didn't know Gary, I might think he was mad. I know he enjoys watching me flirt. We have a lot of fun doing it and it always gets us real hot for sex later. "Oh, his name is Claude. He's from France!" Gary just smiled. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just having some innocent fun. His accent is so dreamy and he is so nice." Gary made some more lewd insinuations regarding how much "fun" I wanted to have with him and how long it would stay "innocent." I surprised Gary when I said, "Hum, That's an idea...I wouldn't mind that one bit. In fact, I'd love it. What do you think?" Gary recoiled a little, but his smile returned. "You mean like in the stories?" I sheepishly nodded. When we read other people's stories about infidelity, swinging and group sex, we have speculated about doing something to make our own real-life story happen. He asked, "Are you serious?" I nodded again. "Well, what do you have in mind?" I shyly said, "Maybe I could take him up to our suite and see what happens?" Gary seemed excited, but tried to hold it back. "Would you want me there?" "I don't know; probably not; but then; maybe; yes. But I don't want Claude to know you're there. I would like it to be just Claude and me. Is that ok?" "Sure, but what will you tell him about me?" I didn't know. Gary came up with a plan. I went back to the table. Claude, and my chips, were still there. We played (roulette and with each other). I turned up the heat, more contact, touching his butt, hugging and then even kissing him on the cheek. Then, Gary walked up. He tapped my shoulder, acting angry. He kept his voice down, to avoid a real scene, but spoke loud enough so Claude could hear. "What are you doing? This is a rotten way to celebrate our anniversary! You slut!" I acted defensive and tried to talk, but he wouldn't let me. "If you're going to be like this, I'm out of here! Good-bye!" He walked away emotionally. I knew it was an act, but Claude was convinced. He tried to apologize, but I said, "It is not your fault. My husband is very jealous and when he drinks he acts this way." I tried to muster up some tears, but my act convinced him. Soon, he was comforting me and we got even closer. I complained, "I really hoped to be with my husband on our anniversary, but now I can't imagine where he is! He's probably with a prostitute or..." Claude interrupted me. His comforting words, spoken with that adorable accent, were meant to soothe me, but educated me that he was from a place that doesn't think badly of married men seeing prostitutes. I think he saw this as an opportunity, that I was now free to be with him. He reversed roles and became the seducer and I was seduced. "If you cannot be with your husband, maybe you want someone else, as a substitute?" I thought, "I've got him hooked!" I acted reluctant, but he persisted. I finally consented. "Let's cash in and go up to my suite. There's champagne on ice, and it's French!" "Of course, if it is not French, it is not champagne!" Meanwhile, Gary was busy upstairs. He plugged in our camcorder, so the batteries wouldn't die, and placed it on top of the bedroom bureau. Then he ran a video cable from it to the living room TV so he could watch us in there. Claude and I were very excited and made out in the elevator. In the suite, we melted into each other's arms and kissed deeply. I don't know where Gary was hiding, but he could have been sitting in the open and we wouldn't have noticed. We started to peel off our clothes as we moved to the bedroom. His body looked like he was a swimmer as a young man, but now with a few more pounds and a hairy chest. I closed the bedroom door, but left it open enough for Gary to at least hear us (I didn't know about the camera). Claude opened the champagne. We sipped the bubbly while in our underwear, sitting at the foot of the bed. We exchanged champagne kisses and touched each other gently. Claude emptied his glass and set it down. Mine was still half full, so I took a big drink and set my glass down, still not empty. Claude reached across me and pulled me to him for a long, dreamy kiss. While we kissed, he unfastened my bra and massaged my breasts. I tugged on his boxers, so he stood to remove them. I stood and peeled my panties off too. I sized up his cock. It wasn't small, but certainly wasn't large. I think it was actually shorter than Gary's, but the shaft seemed thicker. The head looked different. "Oh, he's uncircumcised." I thought, "Hmm, I've never had one like that!" We hugged and tenderly kissed (and yes, we French kissed too). Our bodies melted onto the bed, our hands flowed over our bodies. Claude was a very tender lover. Instead of squeezing my tits and probing my pussy, his hand stayed open and glided over my body's contours. I wrapped my hand around his growing cock while he reached for my pussy. His hand stayed open. In fact, the first contact he made with my clit was with the palm of his hand! His kisses left my lips, but glided down my body, mixing delicate licks with tender kisses. I thought this guy doesn't do ANYTHING forceful! But he was saving that for later. Claude must have spent 2 minutes on each breast, and he covered the whole breast, not just the nipple. Then he slowly meandered toward my pussy. I was dying from the anticipation, but he kissed and licked right past my hot spot and spread my legs to kiss their insides. His black hair brushed against my labia and clit a few times before he continued to my knees and on to my feet. I couldn't believe how good it felt when he sucked one of my toes into his mouth. If it feels even half that good to a guy when his cock is sucked, then I will never deprive Gary of a BJ again. Claude did not stay very long at my feet before he started back up my legs. I could not believe how desperately I wanted his mouth on my pussy! As he neared, I became aware of my total arousal. My nipples were hard and my whole vagina felt hot, juicy and swollen. Claude blew lightly on my pussy before tenderly licking the lips. I was just about going out of my mind! His fingers spread the outer lips and his tongue slid along my inner lips. I felt my orgasm building. He pressed his tongue past my lips and moved it up, down, in and out. I couldn't hold back any longer and I wailed out with an incredible orgasm. Claude kissed, licked and sucked my clit and slid two fingers in my pussy. He said, "Brace yourself, my sweet. I promise you will like this!" While he slid the top of his tongue along my clit, he rubbed his finger tips along the front wall of my vagina. I felt a whole new type of arousal building inside me. It was unlike any orgasm I ever felt and it was concentrated under his finger tips. My clit was harder than ever as he occasionally licked it, sending sparks throughout my pelvis. I was consumed by the pleasure Claude was giving me, like it was filling me up and I was going to burst from it. I felt like I needed to pee badly. Before I could even try to hold it back, the dam broke. I moaned loudly and I shook from this new sensation. When I settled down, I realized that Claude's hand was soaked. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pee on you." "What? You think thees ees Ureen?" He licked his fingers. "Thees ees your orgasm." He held his fingers to my face. I took a whiff. Claude was right, his fingers did not smell like pee. I learned later that he gave me my first G-spot orgasm and it was incredible! After that, I had to suck his rock hard cock. I rolled him on his back. I wish I could have been as patient as he was with me, but I could only lick up and down his shaft a few times before I sucked the whole thing into my mouth. I tried to give him the best BJ possible, bobbing up and down and swirling my tongue around while I stroked his shaft. I wanted to drink his cum so badly, but my still vibrating pussy begged to be filled. His erection was very hard now and much thicker than Gary's. I climbed onto Claude, positioned his head at my entrance and then sat down on his cock with almost all my weight. Its thickness stretched me so wonderfully and the suddenness of its entry made me gasp. In a few seconds, I started rocking on my French lover's cock. It felt so different than Gary's. I loved how it felt. Then Claude rolled me over and fucked me from on top, good and hard. I can't describe how it felt to have him pound rapidly, forcibly and deeply into my overstimulated cunt. I came and he kept pumping until I came again. He shot his load into me soon after that. We laid together, touching and kissing. I tried to tell Claude how incredible his lovemaking was, but words could not do the job. He refilled our champagne glasses and we drank while talking and caressing each other. I finished my glass first, set it down and attacked his deflated cock. This time was more leisurely. I studied his foreskin while I licked and played with it. We finished in a 69. Claude worked magic on my pussy and clit with his tongue while I tried to do the same to him. He started to tense up and I knew he was going to cum. Then he gave me several blasts of his sex juice and I gleefully drank it down. His oral efforts intensified and I came a few minutes later. While we cuddled and floated down to reality, Claude asked if I wanted him to sleep with me. I assumed he meant to stay all night. As tempting as that thought was, I realized that Gary was probably still waiting in the next room. I told Claude that I would really love that, but he better leave, just in case Gary came back. Claude was polite and gracious, kissing me before rising out of the bed. I went over to the door to make sure Gary was ready for Claude to leave. I opened it wide and looked around. I saw a waving hand and then Gary's face rise up from behind the sofa and disappear. I was naked. Claude was getting dressed. He walked toward me and kissed me before going into the living room for the rest of his clothes. He dressed, we kissed again and then he was gone. Gary came out of hiding and we embraced. He had me tell him all about it before showing me the video tape (we didn't watch the tape until we returned home.) I was still high, from the wine and Claude. Gary knew I didn't need foreplay, so we fell into bed and fucked like crazy. I was happy we could "make up" after our "fight". We were both still very excited about what just happened, so instead of going to sleep, we got dressed and went back down to the casino. I thought of bathing first, but decided not to. Feeling the love juices from both Claude and Gary squishing around and leaking out of me was such a turn on. I felt like a slutty tramp. The next day, room service brought up a bottle of champagne with a note: "This is the finest in the world. I hope you can share it with your husband tonight.–Claude." We did, and we enjoyed the last few days of our trip immensely! Moral: An occasional fight with your lover can open new worlds to your relationship! Also: Nobody French kisses better than a French man. Fight Night This time Steve was going to beat the bitch, although she had previously bested him twice, there was no way his ass was going to be fucked tonight. He was going to make damn sure that by the end of the fight, he would be on top of her with his dick buried deep. This was the grudge match to end all grudge matches. Both were previously unbeaten until their paths crossed. His first loss and subsequent humiliation at being beaten by Georgia had been mainly down to luck. He'd slipped and left himself defenseless. The second could have gone either way as both had been exhausted and she had managed to gather the strength to finish the bout. The audience was hushed as they made their way to the ring they could tell it was going to be a special one tonight. The tall proud woman strutted towards the area where combat would soon commence, an air of grace and power about her. His, lean powerful looking body marching with equal purpose. Both had taken time to make sure they looked strong and dominant, ooking for the psychological edge. She radiated power with her stiletto PVC thigh boots gleaming under the spotlights, leather corset creating goddess like curves and accentuating the cleavage of her firm breasts. Those behind her could only marvel at the way the Y of her thong framed her pert buttocks. Her short jet black hair, severe makeup offset by blood red lips and wrist length red rubber gloves added to the effect. He had chosen leather boxer shorts, doc martens and boxing gloves to show off his tanned and muscled body. They had both reached the combat area, not breaking each others stare, winning was everything. A man in a full dinner suit stepped into the spotlight and began to explain. "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's bout is this months main event. Already these two skillful warriors have battled to near exhaustion in order prove they are the best. In the red corner, the challenger weighing in at 11 stones, height 5 feet 10, the tower of power and no 1 contender, Steve". A mixture of cheers and boos echoed throughout the arena as he lifted his arms to acknowledge the crowd. "In the black corner, weighing in at slightly less, but having a 2 inch height advantage, is the amazon beauty, Georgia". The crowd, now restless stamped their feet and chanted, "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT". "And now, although I'm sure you all know the rules, it is the policy of this club to make sure that the combatants understand exactly what the rules are before I can allow the fight to start. Shortly the fighters will be asked to remove all items of clothing. During the fight there will be no hitting, slapping, biting or scratching. You may only use physical contact in an attempt to force your opponent into a submissive position. Any move deemed by the referee to be an attempt to or careless enough to cause pain will result in immediate forfeiture of the bout. You may use any part of your body to arouse your opponent for tactical or enjoyment reasons. The winner will be the party that manages to penetrate the opponent’s anal opening with their weapon. Combatants will now remove their clothes and prepare their weapons." A hush fell over the room as the two naked fighters faced each other. The life size strap-on that had been molded from Steve's own penis was secured in place over Georgia's bare pussy. It was imperative that neither fighter had a size advantage when it came to mixed sex bouts. They didn't break eye contact as they applied lubrication to their weapons. Georgia slowly turned and sexily bent over, pulling the firm globes of her ass apart mocking him with her tightest of holes, "take a good look stud, that's as close as your getting to my ass". Steve just smiled and continued to stroke his firm erection, he was not about to be psyched out. The ring announcer moved to get the fight underway he asked "are both contestants thoroughly shaved and lubricated?". Nods came from both corners. "Please can you step into the ring". Both of them stepped into the oversized inflatable paddling pool and waited for the oil to be applied. Several buckets of oil later, they were shining under the spotlight from the slippery substance covering their bodies and the bottom of the ring. "I want you to come to the center and pay proper respect before the fight". Both of them moved to the middle and kissed the other on the cheek. Anyone close enough would have heard the trading of insults as they did this. "Bitch". "Loser". The stamping and chanting started back up as the bell rang to signal the start of the fight. They started slow, circling each other, trying to get the first grip, but both were wily enough to realize that the other was worthy of careful treatment. Neither was likely to win with a quick opening move. Steve was first to get a grip, pulling her against him by her hips. Time for the opening mind games to start he thought as his hands pulled her cheeks apart and his finger slipped into her tight hole. Before she could counter his move, he stood back, pulled the finger to his lips and sucked it savoring the taste. She glared at him, keeping her rage under control and trying not to be phased by his move. Suddenly she charged him, forcing him off his feet and mounting his chest in the same movement. Now it was her turn and she swiftly bitch-slapped his face with her ‘dick’. The opening salvos had been fired and the bout was truly joined now. He moved his hands up and pulled on her tight nipples, causing them to grow. Realizing that this position left her a little too open to attack from behind, she rolled off him. This was what Steve had been waiting for, he swiftly followed her in the hope of pinning her and winning the bout. She was too good to let that happen, dodged the move and had him up against the side of the ring with his ass in the air. Moving in for the kill, she placed the head of her ‘dick’ against his hole and started to push. Feeling his ass start to part galvanized Steve who pulled his ass away. That was way too close he thought. A large groan issued forth from the crowd who had thought it was nearly over. The fight continued to ebb and flow, there were many memorable moments. Steve on Georgia's chest his dick between her breasts, squeezing them against his flesh. Georgia unable to take advantage when Steve slipped, but choosing to shove a finger in him for good measure. A few close calls on both sides as positions changed and the oil made their bodies slip and slide over each other, their ‘dicks’ tantalizingly slipping past the target holes. The heat was taking its toll now and the strength was draining out of them as they staggered around the ring looking for that important opening. The end came out of nowhere, it had looked like it was going to go the distance and be decided by the judges. Someone in the crowd moved slightly to get a better view, the spotlight behind them shone into Georgia's eyes distracting her. Steve rolled her up against the edge of the ring, his legs pinning hers against her chest and lowered his hard rod against her ass and pushed oh so slowly into her tight hole. She bucked against him in order to escape, but this just forced him deeper into her and she felt him stretch her as he slid in balls deep. He threw his hands up in the air in victory, pulled gently out and strutted around the ring. The crowd chanted his name. "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner and NEW CHAMPION after a long and fascinating bout is Steve". The words echoed round the hall, he knew he could do it, at last he had beat her. The announcer stepped in and asked the question everyone wanted to hear, "Do you think there is going to be a rematch?" Steve thought about it for a moment and answered, "I've certainly got no problems with that as long as my wife agrees". Georgia stepped forward, "of course honey, our bouts are sooo much fun and get me so horny, now lets go somewhere and fuck!" The End Fight Night Driving home from work, I felt good, it was a beautiful summer night and it was Friday. I always look forward to my weekends with my lovely wife, Mindy. "Tom!" my wife greeted me as soon as I got in the door. We kissed and hugged; it was so good to be with her again. "Let's go to the pool!" Mindy excitedly exclaimed, "It is hot and we could go for a good swim and order some pizza later." "Sure." I said. In the bedroom as we changed into our bathing suits, I could not help but think how lucky I was to have such a beautiful wife. We had been married almost two years now and I still love to look at her. She is 20 yrs. Old, has light brown hair, big blue eyes and a knock out figure. We were both virgins when we got married. Friends have told me that I do not know what I am missing, that I should try other women, but I am happy with Mindy and do not want anyone else. Mindy was lying on the lounge chair and I picked her up and tossed her into the water. In the process, her top came off. We could not see it, so we got out of the water to look for it. "Lose something?" It was our next-door neighbor, he was smiling as he looked at my wife, and she ran to get a towel to cover herself. "Her top came off." I answered, as if he could not see. Mindy was blushing as he kept his eyes on her. The top came in to view; it was stuck in the drain. I dove in and retrieved it for Mindy. She hurried inside the house to put it on. The man introduced himself as Bob, I told him our names and stated that it was good to meet him. He told me that he was getting ready for the big fight tonight and that he was going to watch it on pay-per view TV. I told him that sounds great. "Why don't you and your wife come over to watch the fight with us?" and added that they were having steaks and burgers. I told him that I would ask my wife. He said that the fight starts at eight, so come early and eat first. I told Mindy about his offer, she said that she has seen his wife and him a few times but never even meet them. "After living here three months, it's about time we got to know our neighbors." I told her." Also, they have food and the fight should be super." "You are right, my dear." She said. Bob came to the door, invited us in, and told us to help ourselves to the food. While we were eating, the doorbell rang and Bob let two men in and sat them down to eat before the fight started. We were introduced to Ralph and Paul and informed that they lived in the neighborhood as well. All three men were in their thirty's. Mindy just turned 19 and I am 20. After we all ate, Bob handed everyone a beer and sat on the sofa with Mindy and I, Mindy was in the middle. Ralph and Paul sat on armchairs. Mindy told everyone that this was the first beer that she had ever had and that it tasted very good. Not used to drinking myself, I agreed. Mindy asked Bob where his wife was, and was told that his wife was out of town visiting her sister and would be back tomorrow. Te fight started and the action was intense, the beers kept on coming. Mindy was starting to slur her words and I was feeling dizzy. The champion knocked out the challenger in round 12. Bob brought more beer and I noticed the men all smile as we drank our beer. "This is my last one, I am not used to drinking!" Mindy slurred. "Have a good time enjoy yourself, it's not as if you have to drive home!" Bob told her. Then he put on some music, pulled Mindy up by the hand, and said, "Let's dance" I sort of passed out, I could hear and open my eyes a little but I could not move. One of the men said, "Look at him, that shit really works!" Squinting, I could see Bob holding Mindy close, his hand on her ass; she was trying to push away. They put something in my drink! Faster music was now playing, Ralph pressed into Mindy from behind, as Bob was moving in front of her. "What are you doing?" "This is not right!" "Stop, please stop!" Mindy pleaded. Ralph lifted her dress up and off! Bob placed her hand on his crouch saying, "Feel this baby!" Then he put his finger under her panties and said "You must be having a good time; you are soaking wet!" Then he started to finger fuck her as Ralph was playing with her ass. They took off her bra and pulled down her panties; leaving her naked before them. "No, I am married, we can't do this!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Please, NO, Don't!" Ralph was still playing with her ass, Paul was now sucking her tits and Bob was finger fucking her hard! They all dropped their pants exposing three hard cocks. Her hands were placed on the two in front of her; Ralph was now rubbing his hard cock on her sweet ass. She was now stroking the two large cocks; Bob's was really thick! "So big, I did not know that they could be so big!" Mindy moaned. " Oh, Bob, my hand will not fit around you!" "Around what?" "You know." "Say it bitch, tell me what your hand won't fit around!" "You." "Say it!" "Your big fat cock!" Suddenly Ralph shoved his cock in-to her wet pussy. She was pushed down to her hands and knees, Bob and Paul were rubbing their cocks on her face." No, please do not do this to me!" Her words were stopped as Bob put his big fat cock in her mouth. It was the first time that she had another dick, and all three were bigger than mine. It was the first dick in her mouth! "Yeah, baby, suck that big old fat cock, you like it don't you?" "How does that dick feel in your cunt?" "This is wrong but it feels so right, I try not to like it but I can not help myself, it does feel good!" Ralph shot his load in her; Bob replaced him and was now fucking Mindy. Paul fed her mouth his cock. She was eagerly sucking as she humped back at Bob. Mindy was coming, she was going wild, could this be my sweet innocent wife?" She lost all control, yelling out, "God, Bob, your big fat cock fills me up, I never felt this way before, sooo...Good, yes fuck me!" Bob was fucking her very hard, saying, "That's it, keep fucking back, your going to come visit me often, aren't you?" this time Paul would not let her take his cock out of her mouth to answer. She could not talk with her mouth full. I passed out completely. I awoke in the morning and Mandy was making coffee, I told her that I passed out and did not remember anything. "How did I get to bed?" I asked. "The boys carried you in and put you to bed!" "You should never drink so much again!" "They put something in my beer!" "Come on, why would they do that?" She was not going to tell me what happened! Oh, shit. Later in the evening, I told Mindy that I was going to visit a friend from work and would be back in about three or four hours. I drove around the block and then parked the car around the corner and walked back to the house. After about twenty minutes, Bob came over and Mindy let him in the house. I peeked through the window and saw Mindy on her knees eagerly sucking Bob's big fat cock! I ran back to the car and drove to the nearest bar, trying to figure out what to do. The barmaid asked me what was wrong, I told her. She felt sorry for me and invited me to her apartment after she was done work. My wife is now hooked on a married man with a big fat cock and there was nothing I could do about it. How could she do this? Maybe this barmaid can help me forget her. I hope she wonders were I am tonight. I do not know what to do. Should I get a divorce? Tomorrow Mandy and I will have to talk; I could forgive her for last night, but not today. That is it. Time to start a new life and forget about her, if I can. Fight Night I had felt the tension for a long time, and for a long time I had wondered if there was such a thing as making a "safe" move. My capacity to appreciate other men as sexually attractive doesn't bother me at all, mostly because it rarely insinuates itself into real life. I'll have the occasional same-sex fantasy while masturbating, or during a lazy weekend afternoon when I'm home alone, but that's usually the extent of it. With one particular friend, a guy I've known for nearly fourteen years now, there has been what seems to be an ever-increasing boldness in him. He makes no bones about calling me handsome, or gorgeous in front of our wives and friends. I've always responded favorably, if for no other reason than just to make onlookers uncomfortable. People can be so weird when it comes to expressing sexuality. Even if he didn't mean it sexually, I always took the opportunity as a compliment, and an excuse to be "edgy". Finally, I decided to see if he would be interested in getting together "just the guys", preferably on a night when our wives and children both had other obligations. I just wanted to test the waters. See if he would make a move, since he was always the instigator of the compliments. I actually thought I might be giving him the opening he was waiting for. I thought it would be fun to see what happened. We finally agreed that I would come to his place for a pay-per-view UFC match. He offered to make dinner and said he had a fridge full of beer, so I made the necessary arrangements and headed over. Most of the night was pretty uneventful, partly, I suspect because he hadn't heeded the "no wives and children" caveat. His wife came home from work shortly after I arrived, and he was in charge of the baby when I got there. After dinner and a couple of matches on the TV, his bride took the child and went to bed. With a few beers in me, I decided to test the waters a little. I had to walk in front of him to get to the fridge, so I would vary my gait each time. I would shuffle past with my ass facing him on the way out, crotch on the way back, all the while trying to see if he was sneaking a glance at either one. If he was, he was being very sneaky about it. Just when I thought all was lost, as he was getting ready to go to bed, he set me up at his computer with access to all of his porn. Before long I was looking at image after image of mouths on cocks. Female mouths, granted... but beautiful female mouths on exquisite examples of man-meat. There were plenty of photos of male/female sex as well, but by far the most common pictures were of big throbbing cocks being sucked. I was drunk, and already horny. And my erection was getting bored from being gently petted through two layers of clothing, so I unzipped my jeans and opened my fly. Sitting in his home office in the middle of the night, I turned the chair to an angle that I thought might show my cock to anyone watching from the darkened hallway. I still had my underwear on, but there was hardly any point. I had adjusted my cock so it was pointing straight up at my navel and the head was just visible above the waistband. I sat there like that for quite some time, moaning quietly when I saw a particularly nice cock, or any other picture that struck my fancy. I wanted anyone watching to know exactly what I like, because for all I knew, if anyone was watching it might have been him, but it might have been her. Hell... it could have been both of them. I didn't give a shit.... I was just hoping someone was watching. Eventually, I realized it was just too damn late to be up jerking off to my buddy's porn. I sure as hell wasn't going to cum all over his desk or floor, and I only had the clothes I was wearing. So I went to bed in their wonderfully comfortable guest room. Fantasies of all sorts bombarded me when I first lay down in my underwear on those soft sheets, but I was so drunk and so tired... I was asleep before I could do anything about them. The following morning was Sunday, and I awoke to bright light sneaking around the blinds of my room. I also awoke to find that the raging hard-on I'd had when I laid down was still in full effect, or had returned. I rolled onto my back and pulled down the soft white sheets to see that my cock was now protruding a good three inches above the waistband of my underwear. I quickly slipped them off and laid there quietly staring at my dick. It throbbed against my belly like a dragster at the starting line. I spied a large mirror over the dresser across the room and got up to have a look at myself. "Not too bad", I thought. "A little skinny.... A little too pale, but I thought my cock more than made up for those shortcomings, and I've heard similar reviews in the past. This only made me hornier, so I peeked through the blinds to look onto the driveway only to find that no one was home. "Church." I thought to myself. "It's Sunday... they must be at church." And then I did something that surprises me to this day. I didn't think about it. I just did it: Before getting back into bed, I opened the door to the bedroom and took off my underwear. I alternated between sleep and wakefulness for a while, the only constant being the iron rod protruding from my groin. During one period of wakefulness, I spied the open door and arranged the sheets so they conformed to my ass as I lay on my stomach with one knee out to the side. I moved my hips slowly in a circular motion, savoring the feeling of the sheets as I drifted back to sleep. I probably kept that motion up for some time even after I was unconscious.... As horny as I was by that point. The next time I awoke, I immediately rolled onto my back and reconfigured the sheets to mold to my thighs and highlight my cock. I stroked myself gently through that wonderful material, watching every move I made, until I drifted off again. When I awoke for the final time, I was still in that same position, but I must have moved because the sheets were no longer arranged properly. I set to work immediately to put them back as they were, not bothering to look toward the still-open door as I did so. Once I had the sheets just the way I wanted them, I gave my cock 2 or 3 loving strokes and laid my head back down. When I did, I felt a sudden urge to look up. When I looked up... there he was, standing 2 feet from the foot of the bed. "Uhm.... Hey." I stammered, trying to sound as though I'd just woken up. "G'morning," he said with a grin. And then he said something that has haunted me ever since: "You need anything?" And I swear he was looking straight at my dick. Since that day I've come up with any number of responses to that question: "Sure... A little help would be great." Or "What'd you have in mind?" or even "How 'bout we blow each other?" In reality I didn't say anything of the sort. I did give my dick one final stroke for good measure.... But what I said was: "Not at the moment." To which he gave a single nod and left the room. Scant minutes later, I found him in the kitchen and drew myself a large glass of ice water. We made – what was for me – awkward small talk for a few minutes until I announced that I needed a shower. And I did... for more reasons than one. The thought of driving home with that never-ending erection didn't appeal to me in the least. When I reached the first floor bathroom – the one next to his office – I noticed that the shower stall lacked any type of soap or shampoo, so I searched him out and asked him for some. He brought me a bottle of Dove body wash. As he handed it to me he said: "Be careful... she's a real slut." So when I entered the bathroom for my shower, I left the door open about 6 inches. I figured: if he wants to watch, he can. If he doesn't want to, I can pretend I thought it was closed. We're both safe. And I put on a fucking show, people. To this day it remains one of my top masturbation experiences, if not the top one. I entered a 3-sided glass shower stall that is in direct eye-line of the door, and once the water was upon me, I started lathering up. I kept my back to the door for the first minute or so, as I casually washed my shoulders and upper back, but as I washed further down, I found my toes pointing and my ass sticking out. It felt like I lathered my ass for 5 full minutes, and my cock was throbbing like a locomotive getting ready to leave the station. When I turned around to face front again, I was a little dissuaded to see that the steam had fogged the glass. I convinced myself that if I was the voyeur, I could see enough to keep me interested, so I continued. I made a slight effort to maintain the guise that I was cleaning myself. Just long enough to get some suds on my chest and legs, before I turned my attention to my aching cock. The entire time I pretended that I had no idea the door was open, which gave me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. I posed. I slowly fucked my fist, squeezing my cock tighter and tighter with each thrust. I looked down and watched my hand sliding up and down on my fervid dick. I was mesmerized by it. I pretended I could see myself in the large mirror over the vanity, and gave myself a show. I moaned and groaned at the appropriate moments, hopefully telling my audience that I was truly enjoying myself. It finally became too much, and I couldn't tease myself anymore. I braced my right elbow against my hip, angling my fist to accept every stroke of my long hard cock. With my left hand, I reached up and help tightly to the top rail of the shower stall, leaning back to bear my weight on that arm. And then I proceeded to fuck my fist with full, firm, slow strokes. It felt so fucking good... in no small part aided by the fact that I believed he was watching. And then I came. I came hard, and I came long. I unloaded stream after stream of jism onto the glass walls of my little theater. It took me a few minutes to recover, but once I did I found him sitting quietly at the desk in his office. He walked me to the door. That was over 6 months ago, and we haven't spoken of that visit since. And then just the other day, I was at a party at his house with over 100 people in attendance. "You're just beautiful." He said to me. "Thank you." I said with a smile. --- this is the truth up to the moment... if I get a pleasant response to this story, I'll write some of the thoughts I've had about where it might go from here. Fight night When the count is finished and the fight ends, you stroke my thigh and gently press my knee cap with your thumb and little finger. People are starting to stand, shouting, swearing – sweat is rolling off the ring and we're near enough to smell it. You've won a bit of money, but your gesture means you want out of this crowd and home, soon. The money can wait until tomorrow. We stand, I grab my purse and you ease me into my jacket, resting palms possessively on my shoulders for just a moment. Holding my hand protectively, you start navigating the throng. It never takes as long as it seems it should, leaving ten thousand people in your wake, and before I know it, the valet is handing over your keys and opening my door. The house is dark when we get back, but after the noise and stimulation, you keep things dim and calm. You leave me at the threshold and walk across the room to turn on the table lamp next to your favorite chair. When you flick the switch, we are swimming in a dusky yellow pool of light and I shut the door behind me. You sit down and pull a cigar out of your pocket. You watch my breasts rise and strain as I shrug off the jacket, toss it over a chair and walk to the sideboard. You light the cigar and I pour us each a whiskey. The low light shimmers off the silk of my dress, a dress a 50s Hollywood starlet could have worn. It's tight at the waist, flares around my hips and pulls in again with a little swish at my knees. All night, as we've walked on sidewalks, through doorways, into foyers, and down staircases, you've felt the silk under your fingers as you gently placed a hand in the small of my back, on the crest of my hip, or cupped my ass. In this light, the shadows reveal my curves perfectly and by the time you exhale the first puff of your cigar, your balls are starting to wake up. I turn and bring the drinks over, I hand you one and take a sip of my own, standing in front of you. You put the glass down, clamp the cigar between your teeth and grab me with both hands behind my knees. You stroke me, the plump curvy perfection of my calf muscles nestling inside your palms. I let out a sigh and teeter closer on my heels, until one of your knees is between my legs, which are straining against the cinching hem of the dress. I down the rest of my drink in one swallow and place the glass next to yours. You push the dress up my thighs, it feels like satin feathers, and as the seams start to strain the closer it gets to my hips, I can feel wetness pulse out of my cunt. I am breathing heavier now, the smoke from the cigar adding to my lightheadedness. The odor of tobacco is strong, but you can smell the salty sweetness of my pussy anyway. Reaching up, you grab the lace of my panties and yank them down. All the air is released from my lungs in a whimper. The panties drop and I lift a foot to kick them aside. You take the cigar in one hand and the other goes straight for my crotch. Your thumb finds my clit in seconds and you press and release, stroking up and down. You penetrate me with your middle finger and start searching for that tiny patch of rough. When you find it I moan with a hard throatiness. My knees are trembling as each curl of your finger brings me closer. You look up at me, puffing on your cigar, immensely pleased with yourself. I look down through my lashes and smile at the picture of manliness before me, letting out a small indulgent giggle. You decide to fuck me with another finger and as my clit rises like a raspberry in it's hardness, you inhale, put the cigar down and grab the front of the dress. You clutch the fabric against my belly and blow smoke across my thighs and plump pink pussy. You press your lips into the softness just above my pelvis, kissing right where the fingers inside tell you to. My back arches and as the cascade of warmth runs down my legs and up into my tits, my thighs spasm and I collapse, moaning, into your lap. I lie panting for a few seconds, sweat starting to curl tendrils in my hair. You pet my head, running the odor of my cunt through the satin waves, and wait for me, a pile of pulsing, kittenish softness, to find the stamina to take your cock inside my mouth. Your dick is hard awake against my breasts, and my ear, pressed against your abdomen hears your heart starting to pound faster; I feel a gentle insistence as you fondle my hair and regain my focus. I lean back and teasingly stroke your thighs, giving you a long glance of my flushed and swollen breasts, rising out of the straps and folds of the dress; you reach out and run your knuckles over my tits then push your fingertips into the neckline and tweak my nipples free. I undo your belt, unbutton your pants and pull down your zipper. I am gentle and careful when I pull your cock into the light, holding the base encircled in my tiny fist. My mouth opens slightly and the slip of pink tongue emerges while I pause a moment and contemplate your dick. I am rather fond of it, and feel that I am responsible for properly managing its happiness. In that moment my mouth becomes as wet as my pussy and when I lean down to take a long lick up the divine line, trails of silky, viscous fluids from my body begin to coat you. The wetter it gets the faster my hands and tongue move, I lick and kiss and take you inside my mouth and down, deep into my throat. I make tiny noises of delight that radiate down your shaft as I feel the full throbbing essence of you. Breathing hard, you put the cigar between your lips and run both hands through my hair, you do not grab my head, but your strokes guide me. The cigar between your lips is silky smooth, my hair and dress rustling against your body are the same impossible slippery softness. My mouth and tongue are softer still; it feels like the entire universe is caressing you. As I leverage up and down your cock, arching my back and raising my pussy in the air, more out of primal instinct than any necessity, you see the beautiful silk-encased voluptuousness of my ass, silhouetted in the table-light against the dark room. You think of all the men who glanced longingly at my body tonight, the two college boys who turned to watch me walk down the street, the maitre-d who escorted us to the table, your friend who congratulated you in an undertone while watching me walk to the ladies room, everyone who saw me navigate the stairs at the fight in my heels, and the valet who waited to see my legs spread as I got in the car. Every glance inspired a possessive gesture, your arm at my waist proudly claiming my body as your property and yours alone. "Show me your ass" you say. I obey, holding your cock in my mouth and using my hands to pull the dress up higher. The fabric stretches in an attempt to surmount the voluptuousness of my hips. More stitches pop and then, all of a sudden the silk is bunched around my tiny waist and my ass is free and jiggling slightly in the warm glowing light. God it's beautiful, you think. You slide a hand down my back and run it across each spectacular mound. You slap me playfully and cup my cunt, pulling wetness towards you. I moan and suck and you take your now lubricated baby finger and gently insert it in my rectum – it flares and tightens. I pause stroking your cock, moan deeply, and you murmur "later" a moment before you cum in my mouth. I swallow you down then rise and, without adjusting my dress, turn and leave the room. You watch me go. I reach the bathroom, take off my shoes, and strip. I wash the smoke and sweat off my body, a little sad to feel the tangible impress of your caresses disappear. It is a long, hot shower and when I get out, I can hear the TV. I towel off, wrap myself in a robe and wander into the hallway. You are watching sports highlights and slowly finishing your drink. I reach the bedroom and drop the robe on the floor. I pull the covers back, mount the bed on all fours, and stretch my naked body out like a cat. I brush my tits against the fabric and press my nose into the sheets. I can smell your smell and I roll around in it. I settle on my back and pull a pillow down, lifting my hips and sliding the pillow up under my ass. I spread my legs wide and grasp the sheets with my toes as I start stroking myself. My fingers do not feel as good as your fingers did, but they bring back the memory, and the flow of warm wet fluid. I play with myself, waiting for you. Minutes later, when I hear the TV click off, a pulse of anticipation makes my pussy quiver and when you appear at the door and your eyes lock on my body, I am writhing and breathing shallowly, my skin a dusky pink. You stand at the end of the bed, drop your pants and ask, in a command: "Do you want me to fuck you?". I swing my knees in and out and answer impertinently "I think maybe I do..." You chuckle, very delighted at the sight of me. You place your palms inside my knees and spread my legs further rubbing my thighs as you lean in and bury your face in my pussy, taking a long lick up and down. But I have been waiting too long not to feel the entire fullness of your cock inside me. I moan and gasp and chortle impatiently "in! in! in!" You are rock hard in an instant and kneel down and thrust a second later. I am wriggling and bucking, completely overcome. It is almost alarming. You place a hand under each of my throbbing tits and hold me down on the bed. You thrust hard several times and set the pace, my legs twitching in ecstatic obedience each time your mass reaches full impact. You ease for a moment and gently suck my nipples, soothing me, then your cock presses on with its relentless stimulation. My eyes are fluttering and my rolling head undoes my hair against the bed in a mass of dampness. My arousal is far, far advanced and there is no pulling me back or slowing me down. You press my pussy into the pillow and rub your pelvis against me with each thrust, as you withdraw, you make me gasp, almost weeping until your cock knocks against that tiny magic place. When I cum, with my legs curled up and my back arching, you pull out and flip me over. Now the pillow is under my belly and my ass and pussy are up in the air, on display. I am dripping wet and you can see my labia pulsing. My panting is muffled in the mattress, but my lungs fill and release and my body is a puddle of warm compliant jelly. You are still hard and press your cock against the dripping wetness and the tiny tremors, up and down, the tip and the shaft, coated in the most perfect lubrication. Both your hands encircle my waist, thumbs pressing just above my ass, and I know what's coming next. You take the tip of your cock, wet from pooling in my juices, and tap the tiny back door. It flexes and you push inside. I whimper and grasp the sheets with my hands and let my body fall completely under your control. You feel like god. The ring of tightness surrounds you and all of me is entirely at your command. You pull my hips higher in the air and I buck until you weigh me down and tame me with your own thrusting. Finally, your shallow breathing and controlled moans turn into outright gasping and grunting. I whimper and you press my body into the bed, running your hands down my arms and clasping your fingers through mine – if I feel pain, you will know it through my hands. My body is covered by yours and in the heat, you are certain I am taken. This is the moment of greatest power, but it will not last. Release requires you give in to the feeling completely and loose control. Only in this position, can you do that without fear. You would never let me see you vulnerable, face-to-face. I am only a girlfriend half your age, one in a long line of women that have pleased or tormented you. I see pleasure cross your face when I have your cock in my mouth and delight when you fuck me missionary, but you hide any hint of desperate desire from my eyes. The visceral, guttural grunting I hear over my shoulder now, in this position, the straining muscles in your arms, and your cheek rubbing the nape of my neck with a moan, are all the hints I have that you know a moment of real desire -- that there is a time when you need to be inside me more than you need to be your own man. You will spread your semen in my mouth, and shortly, in my ass, but you will not seed my womb and submit yourself to some imperative that is not your own. You gush inside me and for a moment awaken my instincts to be bonded to a man, to be impregnated. My cunt is empty but the weight of you as you collapse on me, tremble and hold my breasts in one last moment of heated connection overwhelms any sense of loss. You pull out, and roll to the side, but keep your cock against my thighs. We lie in the darkness, and I am encased in your body, protected. You are between me and the door. Only a faint light from the table lamp in the other room reaches me, illuminating the curve of my hip, throwing my belly into deepest shadow. You stroke the gently glowing flesh and fall asleep, your hand resting on its claim. Fight Night This is the 100% true story of a fight I had with my girlfriend. I was emotional, but I still remember it clearly, so this is pretty much word for word. Hope you like it. * My girlfriend and I had just had the biggest fight we could remember. It started off harmlessly, but escalated quickly. It started at her house on a typical Friday night when we were home from college for the weekend. We both currently go to the same college, but I'm a freshman and she's a sophomore. Anyway, we were home alone chilling out on her couch, watching tv, when my phone rang. I squinted at it. It was a number I didn't recognize. Someone had sent me a text (I later found out it was a wrong number) that read, "Hey, wanna meet up later?" Liv, my girlfriend, was leaning on my shoulder but saw the text too. Her head shot up and she asked suspiciously, "Who's that?" I genuinely didn't know. "I have no idea babe. Must be a wrong number." I started to reply. She stopped me. "You're gonna answer that? Just ignore it. Hopefully they'll stop." "Why? I was gonna tell them they had the wrong number." "Oh ok." Then her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute. How do I know you're actually gonna say that?" I snorted and said half-jokingly, "Liv, are you ok? You seem awfully paranoid." She reached for my phone. "I'll do it. Give me your phone." I replied, "Why? Don't you trust me? Why is it such a big deal to you? It's just a wrong number!" She was getting annoyed now. "I don't know that! That could be some sleazy hooker you're secretly banging for all I know!" She paused and looked me dead in the eye. "You haven't, have you?" I hesitated. She never usually acted like this. In retrospect, hesitating was probably a huge mistake. She probably thought I was trying to think of a story. I snorted and said, "Oh Liv, don't be ridiculous. You're the only girl for me." She noticed my hesitation. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You have, haven't you?" Her eyes filled with tears. She put her hands over her face, so only her hazel eyes were visible. "No. No. You didn't. Tell me you didn't!" I stared at her in disbelief. "What the hell has gotten into you? Of course not! I would never cheat on you. I love you! You know that." She was getting hysterical. "That's what they all say! It's always "Oh honey, I would never!" or "I love you!" she paused, crying hysterically. "How could you do this to me?!" she finally screamed. "After all I've done for you?!" I was getting angry now. "Liv, come to your fucking senses! You're being ridiculous! It was just a fucking text!" It occurred to me what that last sentences might have implied. After I said it, of course. That's always how that stuff works. Shit. She stared at me, tears running down her face. "I don't believe you. I've been here for you all this time, and you've been screwing some loose whore behind my back! Who are you?" I finally snapped. I stood up and yelled, "YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND, THAT'S WHO! IF YOU WOULD JUST CALM DOWN AND LET ME EXPLAIN, I WOULD!" She replied, "OH THAT'S CUTE! YOU'VE THOUGHT OF A STORY NOW, RIGHT? SOMETHING TO EXPLAIN WHY YOU'VE BEEN CHEATING! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE REASON! I'M NOT THE ONLY GIRL IN THIS RELATIONSHIP! THAT'S ALL I CARE ABOUT! WHY WOULD-" I cut her off abruptly. "SHUT UP!" She stopped and said softly, "Oh, you've done it now." She started to walk away but I grabbed her arm, turning her around to look at me. "No I haven't. I'm just going to. I'm sick of all these insane accusations you're throwing at me. Just listen. You never listen. I-" She started yelling. "RIGHT, I DON'T LISTEN! BUT I BET SHE DOES, RIGHT!?" My jaw literally dropped. "Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? This is a joke, right?" She pointed to her face, swollen and red from crying. "Do I look like a fucking comedian to you?" I relaxed a little. "No. I'm sorry." I tried to hug her but she pushed me away. "DONT TOUCH ME! YOU DISHONEST, TWO-TIMING FUCK!" she stood there, crying again. "Get out." I stared at her. "What?" "Get out. Out! You obviously don't wanna be with me anymore, so go. Leave. Get out. Now. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I walked for the door. "Fine. I don't need this. I don't need this good honest boyfriend horseshit!" I opened the door and turned to her. "And I don't need another girl when I have you either!" With that I left, not bothering to close the door. I stormed down the driveway. I opened my car door and jumped in, slamming it. I pounded the steering wheel and roared, "FUCK!" I was pissed at Liv for accusing me of cheating. I loved her so much, why the fuck would I cheat on her? I started the car and slammed the gear stick over to the right and down, into reverse. Literally, slammed it, almost breaking it in two. I drive a stickshift 2003 Saab 9-3 by the way, but that's not important right now. I floored it out of her driveway and again, literally slammed it into first gear, so pissed off that I dumped the clutch and punched the gas, resultantly burning out, leaving skid marks on the road at the foot of her driveway. I didn't go home. I just drove around for a while, driving very fast and erratic, almost breaking the gear stick every time I shifted gears. I finally stopped after about half an hour, turning onto a dirt road. I stopped on a cliff overlooking a distant city, the lights lighting up the night sky. I shut the car off and just sat there for a while. Then it hit me, were we done now? I hadn't thought of that, I was too pissed off. "Oh no," I groaned out loud. I hoped she didn't break up with me. I didn't know what I'd do without her. I started crying, a combo of anger and sadness. Anger at Liv for jumping to those fucking ridiculous conclusions. Sadness at the thought of losing the only girl I've ever loved. If I didn't have that beautiful smile of hers in my life anymore, I'd break down. And that gorgeous face and bright, bubbling, mischievous personality. And of course, that knockout ass and 34C rack, complete with a navel piercing and perfectly toned stomach. I wanted to save our relationship. But how? There was no way she'd talk to me now. Damn it! This wasn't fair. I sat there for god knows how long, before turning around and driving home. My family sensed that I'd just fought with Liv and kept out of my way, much to my appreciation. I didn't want to start with them too! I went to my room and slammed the door. I just sat on my bed, blasting all the heaviest, loudest, most obnoxious metal music I could find on my iPod, mostly old Metallica and some Ozzy, with a few Disturbed and Three Days Grace tunes thrown in. That helped get rid of my anger. I don't usually listen to metal, but it helps whenever I'm pissed off. I stayed up really late jamming on my guitar, trying to lose myself in it and forget Liv. I broke a string from playing so intensely, which only pissed me off even more, especially when I realized I didn't have any spare strings to replace it. I finally had enough and went to bed, exhausted and irritated. I woke up the next morning, Saturday, feeling sad. But I couldn't remember why. Then I recalled the night before, and the fight with Liv, and I felt miserable. I called her several times, and she never returned them. I eventually gave up and just screamed, "FUCK!!!" in anger and frustration before collapsing on my bed, crying again. I even took a picture of her out of a scrapbook she made me and tried jerking off to it. It didn't work. I sat there for 45 minutes, spanking it to the picture, with no orgasm. I eventually balled my hand into a fist, crumpling the picture, "Fuck. FUCK!" I hissed, throwing the balled up, crumpled picture to the ground and burying my face in my hands. I finally worked up the balls to go over to her house that night. I had called her no less than 17 times that day, and she hadn't answered. I turned into her driveway, dreading this. The skid marks from my anger-induced smoke show were still there. Her parents weren't home, judging from the absence of their car. I walked up to the door and hesitated. Should I really do this? Is this a good idea? I thought reluctantly. I stood there for a minute debating, and finally said out loud, "Ah, the hell with it," and rang the doorbell. No answer. I rang it 4 times, and still nothing. So I pulled out my phone and called her. I could hear the phone ringing inside the house, but she didn't answer. So I left a voicemail, "Hey Liv, it's me. I'm sorry. Could you call me? Please? I really want to talk to you. I miss you baby. We can make this work. So call me back. Please. Bye." I hung up and waited several minutes. Still nothing. I sighed and turned away, about to leave, and said out loud, "She really does not wanna talk to me, does she?" I had just stepped off the porch when to my surprise the door opened, and a voice said, "What?" I turned around, surprised, and saw Liv holding the door open partway, her normally attractive face still red and blotchy from crying, presumably nonstop since last night. It pained me to see her like this. I stepped forward, not sure what to say. I didn't really think this through! "Hi Liv. How are you?" She stared at me and said dryly, "Spectacular. Never better." Ok, dumb question, I thought. I hesitated again. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm not cheating on you. I genuinely love you. It pains me to see you so sad." I paused, biting back tears. She was staring at me, taking all this in. I continued, "I don't know what I'd do without you, Liv. I don't wanna lose you. You're the only girl I've ever loved, and I want to keep it that way." I finally caved, crying now. I took a step forward and opened my arms. "So, what's it gonna be? Will you come back to me?" Liv paused and stepped out onto the porch. She leaned in and studied my eyes, looking for any sign of lying or deception, but she wouldn't find any. I was genuinely sorry for my outburst, but I wasn't gonna apologize for something I didn't do, like cheat on her. Without warning, she broke down, sobbing and throwing her arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder. Hugging me the hardest I can ever remember in our more than 2 years of dating. "Oh god Matt! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have accused you of cheating. I believe you. I know I freaked out at you, but I still love you. It broke my heart to see you storm out of the house yesterday. I've never seen you that pissed off before. I wish I could take it back!" she looked up at me, tears running down her pretty face. "I hurt you and insulted you yesterday. I'm sorry, from the bottom of my heart. And I love you so much! Do you forgive me for screaming at you?" "Liv, I can't picture my life without you. I would never go behind your back. Do you have any idea what you mean to me? So yes, I forgive you. Come here." I smiled through my tears and kissed her. The tears made it a little messy, but neither of us cared. It sure felt nice to be lip locked with her instead of breaking up with her. She finally pulled away with a wet smack and whispered, "I missed you." She took my hand and led me inside. We went into her room and she closed the door. "I feel horrible for yelling at you and kicking you out yesterday. So I wanna make it up to you. Lie down and close your eyes." I obeyed, not sure what to expect. I felt my jeans being unzipped, and a slight pause.Then I felt a fantastic, warm sensation on my cock. I groaned and opened my eyes. Sure enough, Liv was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. And oh boy, was it good. Her blowjobs were already amazing, but I was pretty sure she was trying to make this one particularly good. And it was working. The way she alternated between slow and sensual to sucking like a fucking vacuum cleaner was great. I groaned and felt the pleasure building. She apparently did too, and stopped sucking me off. She stepped back and quickly shed her clothes. She'd always had a smoking hot body, but ever since our screaming match yesterday, I'd felt a longing, an intense need, for her. I wanted her, badly. And I was about to have her. She sat down on the edge of her bed and smiled, gesturing for me to come over. I wasted no time, kneeling and sticking my tongue in her pussy. Before long, I was licking and tonguefucking her like crazy. She was screaming and had a death grip on the headboard. I pushed her to the brink, like she did with me, and stood up. Without pausing, I jammed my cock in her snatch. I hadn't even started thrusting yet and I could already feel my cock pulsing, indicating an orgasm. Liv suddenly sat up and pulled me down on top of her, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and kissing me feverishly. She rolled us over so she was on top and vigorously rode me, moaning louder every second. Her boobs were directly in my face as well, making it even better. I sent her over the edge by kneading one with my hand and sucking on the other. She wailed in ecstasy and starting cumming violently. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, climaxing as well. The actual penetration only lasted about 20 seconds. I didn't care, I was just glad I had Liv back. She collapsed and just lay there on top of me for a while, breathing hard. She finally leaned in and kissed me. "I'm sorry about all the things I said to you yesterday," she said. "I'd hate myself if I dumped you when you were telling the truth all along." "It's alright Liv. I still love you anyway." I kissed her mouth again. We lay there for a while, still naked, making out heavily. She finally got up and threw her clothes on. I got up and did the same. It was only 8:00 by this point, and we were both starving. So we jumped in my car and went out for dinner. We had another great make out session in the parking lot, both before and after the meal, despite the possibility of being seen. We finally returned to her house at about 10. Liv turned to me and said, "I know I've said it a million times, but I'm sorry for freaking out at you. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I love you baby. I mean it. Even more now that I know I was wrong about you. Can we just forget that whole argument ever happened?" "Of course. You mean the world to me, Liv. The only way I'd ever cheat on you is with my left hand." I smiled. "You don't need your hands. You have me for that shit, don't you?" she smiled too. I laughed. "You're so blatant with these things. I'm glad we're on good terms again. I missed you, babe. Even though it was only a day. I hate when we fight. There's no one else for me to hold and kiss when you're not around." She smirked and replied, "What about your hands? Or a porn mag?" I laughed again. "You're sick. But I still love you. Now I'm kicking you out. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye gorgeous." I kissed her. She opened the door and smiled, getting out. "Bye, boyfriend. Love ya. I'll text you tomorrow. We can hang out. See ya!" she waved and walked into her house. I wound up pulling an all-nighter, texting her the whole time. Fighting with Liv always makes me miss her terribly. She texted me 3 times the following morning, but being a typical teen guy, I slept through them. It started with a simple "Good morninggggg bf," then "Get out of bed! I'm not in it with you....yet :) I miss you....waaaahhhhh :(" then my favorite, a half-joking "Matt, you better wake the fuck up before I come over there and beat your ass I finally opened my eyes when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Sure enough, Liv appeared with a smile. She jokingly groaned, "Oh my god. If you're gonna stay in bed all day, invite me next time! I'm always down to bed you, you sexy bastard." I smiled. "There's room for you in here." "I thought you'd never ask." She came closer, an all too familiar grin spreading across her face. I noticed her expression. "Oh jeez, here we go," I rolled my eyes jokingly. Without warning, I grabbed a pillow and hit her gently. She laughed and snatched another, leaping onto my bed and pummeling me with the pillow. This went on for several minutes until somehow, she unintentionally wound up with her face in my crotch. I said jokingly with a smile, "Oh no, that's ok. You don't have to do that. A simple apology is enough." She sighed and said, "Men." Despite that, she crawled up so we were at eye level and started kissing me heavily, snaking her hand down the waistband of my boxers. I groaned and pulled her closer, shoving my tongue in her mouth. She squeezed my package quickly and stroked it twice, before removing her hand from my boxers and taking them off of me. She finally broke off the kiss and slowly kissed a path down my body, from my chin to my cock. I was already stiff as a fucking flagpole by this point. She slowly kissed from the tip to the base, before running her tongue up and down it once and finally sticking it in her mouth, making me close my eyes and groan. I'd learned from personal experience how good she was with her mouth, and this was no different. Her tongue was glorious as it swirled around my dick and just barely touched the tip, amping up the pleasure considerably and making me involuntarily tense my muscles, driving me insane with pleasure. I was moaning constantly, to the point where I hadn't even realized I was doing it. "Oh my GOD, don't stop!" I groaned. I could feel my cock about to explode, and sure enough, 10 seconds later, I erupted. "Oh. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhhh. Liv, I'm about to squirt! Ohhhhh. Oh fuck! Oh god baby. Oh, fuck yes!" I wasn't usually that loud, but I hadn't forgotten our massive fight, and I was lusting for Liv now that we'd made up. Like the pro she was, she swallowed it all, not missing a drop. She put my boxers back on and kissed me, adding a shitload of tongue. I got the impression that the lusty feelings were mutual, which was nothing new. This girl had a sex drive that could rival Austin Powers. Arguably more than me too. Getting her tipsy on the weekends was a huge bonus too. I really hit the jackpot (or sexpot, more accurately) when I started dating her. Anyway, she snuggled up to me and put her head on my shoulder. There was a long silence until she picked her head up and turned to look me in the eye. She said quietly, "I'm sorry, Matt." I frowned. "What for?" "You know damn well what for. For all those false accusations I threw at you on Friday. I just got paranoid when I saw that number on your phone. I had no right to yell at you and insult you." "Don't worry about it Liv. I forgive you. It's cool. We're cool. You made up for it when you hugged me last night and started crying. All I wanted was to stay together and I got my wish." Her eyes were boring into mine. "Are you sure? I feel like a bitch for treating you like that." "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I quickly kissed the top of her head and put an arm around her shoulder with a smile. "I still love you, if that's what you're wondering. Can I have a kiss?" She smiled and brushed a hair out of my eye. "You don't even have to ask for that kind of stuff. You know what I'm like." She pecked my lips quickly and settled down with a smile, leaning her head on my shoulder again. I finally got up and dressed, and grabbed my acoustic guitar (I prefer the electric but I broke a string, remember?). I played Liv some of her favorite songs, both covers and originals that I wrote with my band. She sat listening with a smile. When I finished, she stood up and walked over, hugging me tightly, almost crushing my ribs. "I'm sorry again, for the millionth and one fucking time. I love you, Matt. So much," she whispered into my ear. It felt nice to be holding her. We spent the rest of the morning together, just hanging out, and left later that day to return to college for Monday classes. It was like the fight never happened by the time we arrived on campus. Fight Night That was the closest we've ever come to breaking up in our 2+ year relationship. We've had minor arguments before, like all couples, but this fight was undoubtedly the worst we've had. But it always brings us closer when we eventually kiss and make up. I couldn't describe the feelings I had for her, and still do. She might piss me off occasionally, but I still love her immensely. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it.