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I Did It

By: Imstillfun



We had been married for 2 years. It was a second marriage for both of us. My husband is an amazing man. He has always wanted to make me happy. We both came out of bad marriages where our spouses did not want to communicate. I didn't know anything else. Right from the start my husband told me we would have no secrets. That all those things people don't say to each other we would say. It's led to an amazing marriage. 

We have 2 we agreed on. 

The number of people we slept with. He told me it had been more than he remembered. I figured he was lying but since then we run into women he "dated" all over the place. Since most those were mostly in the 2 years before we met, and his family told me he dated a lot before he married. I have realized he probably does not remember. 

I've told him about all my lovers. A story about something that happened. He could probably figure out my number if he tried. 

The other is what he paid for my engagement ring. I had something I wanted in mind. He's embarrassed it was so inexpensive. This has nothing to do with this story, but since I brought up 2 secrets, I thought I should tell.

The no secrets is what's important. Very early he told me that he had been sexually adventurous. He'd gone to swing clubs, had 3 somes, 4 somes, orgies. He'd cuckolded men, slept with married women. He didn't want me to find out somewhere else.

This conversation led to a conversation about fantasies. I had 2 that were primary. The first involved a time a pretty woman was giving me a massage. My marriage was breaking up and I was horny. As she massaged my thighs I found myself wishing she'd move her hand a little further north. I realized that I was, what they call, curious.

The second was a story in penthouse letters. A husband takes his wife on a boat trip with 6 of his friends. She ends up servicing everyone with her husband being proud of her. I'd often read that story and masturbate. 

We'd talk about these fantasies and use them in our bedroom play, but never acted on them. 

We were away in New Orleans. We were staying in a beautiful hotel. We spent the day sightseeing and shopping. During the day we'd have a hurricane or 2. Nothing outrageous. Not drunk, just a nice mellow. It was a great day. 

We went back to the hotel room and made love. After we showered and got ready to go out. I was feeling loved, sexy, and free.

It was a hot night. My husband has a dress he loves me in. It's a light dress ankle length dress. It has a peasant style top and sleeves. It hugs my body and at the hips flows out. It buttons from top to ankle. Depending on where I am I can button or unbutton the top and bottom to show more or less skin. I added a pink lacy thong, and matching push-up bra. 

We were going out in New Orleans. Buttons were not required. My husband likes it when men check me out. Ok. I like it too, so I'm happy to oblige. Especially where no one knows me..

The top was unbuttoned to show maximum cleavage. I don't have much. I am 5'2", 120, long dark hair to the middle of my back, and 34c. But the push-up bra did wonders and the dress was unbuttoned to where you could actually see the top of the bra. 

The bottom I unbuttoned to 2" below my crotch. When I stood still you might see some leg. When I moved the dress flowed around me constantly flashing and covering my legs. 

I looked in the mirror. I looked both covered and when I moved, you'd try and catch a glimpse of something you shouldn't see. 

My husband kissed me and told me I was gorgeous. We headed out. We were in the party zone. We drank hurricanes, we danced, we both flirted. Together we are great flirts. We were standing by the bar. We started talking to this woman. She was very pretty, 5" taller than me and enjoying talking to my husband. He never had problems to talking to pretty women. At one point she pulled aside her skirt to show my husband she was wearing stockings garters and a thong. She was there with girlfriends who were dancing. 

Unfortunately she started drinking too much. When she spilled some beer on me. We pulled away and let her join her friends. My husband was also talking to a group of men. We were standing at a crowded bar. 3 guys came up to order beer but there was no room at the bar. My husband ordered their beers for them. 

One guy was obviously the leader of the group. He was older, forward, and outgoing. Not bad looking, but a bit arrogant for my tastes. Turns out they were, in the army, on leave, and partying. My husband engaged mostly with this guy. The guy also flirted a bit with me. After a while they stepped away. 

A woman who'd been eyeing me from across the room came over and asked me to dance. This happens sometimes. I don't mind so I said yes. We danced a fast dance. Standing at the bar, my dress exposed one leg from mid thigh down. When I danced the dress swirled around my legs hiding them and then exposing them almost to my pussy the as we'd dance. 

At the end of the song she pulled me close and kissed me. I had never been kissed by a girl like this. I had had a few drinks, and this was New Orleans. I enjoyed the kiss. It was soft and fun. I kissed back. 

A number of people stopped to look. After all 2 cute girls kissing on the dance floor is fun to watch. Even in New Orleans. I did see the army guys take notice. 

I went back to my husband at the bar. The army guy had renewed interest and came over to chat. His 2 friends stood a little behind him. Close enough to hear the conversation, but for the most part they did not join in. 

During this time my husband leaned into me and said, "Which one?" 

It was a game we played trying to guess who the other found most attractive. 

As usual I replied, "guess."

He guessed right. Out of the 3 army guys I found the shy one in the back the cutest. I am not sure why I always find the shy one cute. My husband says I am like him, I like the idea of corrupting someone. I like to think it's about something on a higher moral ground, but he may be right. 

Jokingly my husband said, "I think you'd have to fuck this guy and the others to get to him." Referring to the leader.

We joked like this all the time. Knowing it wasn't going to happen I said, "And the problem is...?" 

We laughed, but in my head I was picturing the scene. Me being fucked from behind by arrogant guy while I gave shy guy a blow job. My pussy tingled. 

I flirted a bit more and even engaged shy guy in the conversation. Eventually we left. We explored some other bars and partied in the street.

When we got back to our hotel, someone yelled hey there. The army guys were in the lobby bar drinking. We went over and said hi. They were staying in the same hotel and asked if the could buy us a drink. We accepted and we stayed and talked. 

I climbed on a bar stool. My dress just hung openly at both sides. They were standing around me. I'm short so it's hard to keep your legs crossed on a bar stool. I knew I was flashing my panties at these guys constantly. 

I was actually enjoying myself. I was the center of attention of 4 guys, including my husband. I may have been flashing a bit on purpose as well as bending forward so they could pay attention to my cleavage. I was getting wet and knew my husband was in for a great fuck when I got him to our room. 

Army guy then said, "Drinks here are so expensive. We have a suite upstairs. Why don't you come on up and have another drink?"

I was about to say no when my husband said, "Sounds good." 

Sounds good? That was new. I'd been flashing these guys all night and now we were going to be alone with them? I wasn't afraid. I knew my husband would take care of me. He's gotten me out of some tight spots before that my flirting got me into. Still knowing we were going to be alone with these guys made me tingle. 

When we got in the elevator, my husband grabbed my ass pulled me to him and kissed me. 

Army guy commented, "That Looks fun."

I looked at him and with a coy smile said, "It is."

We got to the room and I sat on the couch. It was low and when I sat down my dress fell apart and my panties were in full view. Even I had to acknowledge it.

As I grabbed the 2 sides to try and button a few more buttons I said, "I'm sorry."

I struggle with the buttons. Sitting as I was it was hard to pull them together. 

I started to stand up so I could button them when Army guy said, "Don't fix it for us. We're enjoying the view and we've already seen it." 

I looked at my husband. He just shrugged. I sat down. Now we all knew I was showing off my panties on purpose. I was hoping they weren't showing how wet I was. 

Army guy said, "Now that improves the decor immensely." 

We all laughed. That broke the tension and we all relaxed and had drinks. 

At some point Army guy said he liked my dress. I thanked him.

My husband said, "You haven't seen the best part." 

I knew what he meant. The dress was white with a lavender floral design. The material was light cotton. My husband loved the fact that with the light behind me you could plainly see every curve. 

"What's the best part?" asked Army guy.

My husband took my hand and led me to wear the light was behind me. I know I should have stopped him, but I didn't want to. I liked when he showed me off, and this was further than we'd ever gone before. My pussy was begging to be touched. 

As I stood in front of the light army guy said, "Wow. You're right that is the best part. Can we see the back?" 

Without waiting for my husband I turned around. I took the sides of my dress that were hanging around my legs and held the, out like wings. That meant the silhouette of my body from hips down was very clear. 

"Cute thong," Army guy said. 

I guess I didn't realize how see through the dress was standing like that. Actually I probably did. Now my pussy was on fire. I wanted to leave and get fucked, but my husband made no signs we were leaving. 

Now we were on the subject of my underwear. My husband commented that one of the reasons he loved me is that I always wore cute underwear. I knew my husband has a thing for cute panties, so that's all I buy. I think I have 3 pair of white cotton I never wear. 

Army guy asked if the thong matched the bra. They had seen parts of both. 

I said, "You've seen both. What do you think?"

Army guy said, "Well they look like the match. But we can't tell for sure." 

I looked at my husband. He smiled and shrugged. Basically saying it's up to me. I know if I'd said no he would have made sure everything stopped right there and taken me to my room. I was having too much fun. 

I reached up unbuttoned a few dress buttons and held the top open showing off my bra. Then I gathered part of my dress around my waist completely showing off my panties. 

Army guy said, "Yup. They match, and your husbands right they're cute as hell on you." His buddies all agreed. 

"Thank you," I said, not bothering to let the dress fall back into place. 

"Is the back of the thong as cute as the front?" asked army guy. 

For an answer I turned around, pulled the dress aside and showed him. I kind of wiggled my ass as I did. 

All the guys started saying how cute they were and what a great ass I have. I was loving the attention. I let my dress fall back into place. I didn't button the top buttons back up. 

The guys were complimenting me. I was loving it. 

"So you all approve of my underwear?" I asked.

There was a chorus of yes. They looked great on me. Then shy guy shocked me. 

"They're beautiful on you," he said. "The only way they'd look better would be beside you on the floor." 

He meant it as a joke. We all knew that. The guys all laughed. They kind of made fun of shy guy saying, "See even you can have a good idea once in a while." 

We were all laughing but I felt kind of bad they were teasing shy guy. Then I had a dirty thought. I was wearing a dress. I was completely covered. I looked at my husband. He was just smiling at me. I could see the pride and adoration in his eyes. I reached under my dress shimmied out of my panties, left them on the floor and stepped out of them. 

"So they look better now?" I asked. 

They all looked stunned. I loved it. I loved that I shocked them. I was flushed, feeling horny as hell, and eating it up. 

Obviously army guy was a quick thinker. "Now they're no longer a matched set."

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"Well, the thong is on the floor but the bra is still on you," he replied. 

I laughed. I looked at my husband. Seeing nothing from him to stop me, I reached behind me, unclasped the bra, did that thing that amazes guys. Pulled it out my sleeve and dropped it on the floor. Now I was just standing in my dress, in front of 3 cute strangers, my underwear on the floor, and I was so wet I thought I would be creaming down my legs. 

I knew that the dress was sheer enough that my breasts and nipples could be seen. I looked at my husband. He just smiled and nodded. That was it. I knew I had permission to do whatever I wanted. 

"Is that better," I said with a challenging smile. 

"Well," said army guy." "They look pretty lonely without the dress."

I looked once more at my husband. He smiled at me. Mouthed the words, "Your choice."

"You think?" I said to army guy. I started walking towards the bedroom. As I did I finished unbuttoning the dress. I dropped it in the doorway. As I walked through. I turned my head and said, "If we're going to do this, we're going to be comfortable." I disappeared through the doorway.

I could hear them pulling off their clothes as the 3 of them came through the bedroom door in different states of undress. My husband came in behind them, completely dressed and leaned against the wall. 

I lay down on my back on the bed. 

Army guy was the first naked on the bed. He placed his cock near my face. I grabbed it and placed it in my mouth. It was funny feeling a new cock after 2 years of marriage. It was also hot as hell. I could taste a drop of precum. The other guy came and knelt near my head on the other side. I grabbed his cock. Turned my head and started sucking it. 

I alternated between the 2 guys. I was loving it. 

Army guy was talking. "That's it. Suck that cock. You know you love it. Get as much as you can in your mouth." 

When I was sucking the other guy army guy would say things like, "That's it. Fuck her face. Fill her mouth." 

I loved the dirty talk. I'd stop and say, "Mmmmmm, I love cock. I love the way it tastes. I love the way it feels. That's it fuck my mouth." 

Army guy tried a tentative, "Do you like being a slut?"

I loved that word. I told him, "Yes, fuck my mouth like a slut. Feel my slutty lips around your cock." 

Army guy now knew it was ok. "That's it slut. Suck my cock. Suck it good." When I was with the other guy, "Fuck the sluts mouth. Fill it with your cock." 

Meanwhile my pussy is dying. I needed it filled right now. Shy guy was standing there, naked, not sure what to do. He had a bigger than average cock. About the same as my husband's.

Between sucking cocks, I looked at him and said, "Put that thing in me."

He looked at my husband. My husband just gave him a nod.

Shy guy climbed on the bed. I spread my legs for him. He placed the tip of his cock against my pussy. I was soaked. I didn't need anything else 

I looked him in the eye. "That's it. Stick it in me. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt." 

That was all he needed. He slid his cock all the way into me. I was in sensory overload. I came. 

I smiled at my husband. "Did you see that baby? Did you see me cum? Did you see your little slut wife cum?" Shy guy kept fucking me. 

As I said it I felt another one building. "Oh baby, I'm going to cum again. I'm going to cum all over his cock." I came again. 

I doubled my efforts on the 2 cocks I was sucking. I had to time my movements with the thrusting of shy guys cock. It felt good. The other guy started moaning. 

"That's it," I said. "Where do you want to come? In my mouth? On my face? On my tits? What do you want? Give me that cum." 

That was it for him. He started to cum. He got a little it my mouth, the rest on my face and tits. As the hot cum hit my skin I came again. 

He laid back on the bed. Now I could concentrate on Army guys cock. I did. 

I looked at him, gave him a dirty smile, and said, You're next." 

I wrapped my hand around his shaft. I started jerking and sucking him as hard as he was trying to fuck my mouth. 

"Come on. You've been wanting to fuck me since we met in the bar. Well you got your wish. I've got my slutty little mouth wrapped around your cock. What are you going to do now? Cum in my mouth? What did you dream of in the bar? My tits? My face? Your friend already came on my tits and face. See it dripping? Starting to dry on my skin? What do you want?"

Army guy started to grunt. I knew he was about to cum. I clamped my lips around his cock. I felt the first jets of cum hit me in the back of the throat. He filled my mouth. I started swallowing. I got most of it. Some dribbled down my cheek. I looked at my husband. 

"How do I look baby? All this cum on my skin and a cock in my cunt. This feels amazing. It's what I dreamed of. Watch him fuck me. Are you proud of your little slut? Tell me you love me." 

My husband came to the side of the bed. "I love my slut wife," he said. I always have, always will."

I came again. 

I now concentrated on shy guy. "That's it fuck my cunt. It's you I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck you in the bar. I sucked these 2 cocks just so you would fuck me."

I looked at army guy, "Don't get me wrong. I loved it, but it's true."

He laughed and said, "I'm not hurt. This is fucking hot."

I went back to shy guy, "Fill me up. Cum in my cunt. Let me feel it. You are the first person to fuck me since I started dating my husband. Give me that cum." 

That was it for him. He started to cum. So did I. I could feel it hit the walls of my pussy. He continued to pump his cock in and out of me. I could feel the cum squeezing out my pussy and down my ass. 

He pulled out of me. I crooked my finger and beckoned him up on the bed. He came up beside my head. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned it off." I got some on my face and lips.

"Baby," I said to my husband. "Do you see the cum dripping out my pussy? Do you see it all over my face and tits? What do you think of your slut wife?" 

"She's beautiful," he said. 

I lay back on the bed. My husband grabbed a robe hanging in the closet. He wrapped it around me. He got a wet washcloth and wiped my face kind of clean. Not completely. Army guy had grabbed my clothes and put them in the rooms plastic laundry bag. 

My husband shook army guy's hand and said good night. He guided/carried me to the elevator. We got on to go to our floor. 

"I love you," he said. "Was it everything you fantasized about?" 

I nodded my head. "It was amazing," I said 

He brought me to our room, started the shower, and got me in it. I let the hot water cascade over me. My husband undressed and joined me in the shower. He took a washcloth and cleaned me up while I clung to him. 

When he was done I kissed him. Passionately. Madly passionately. Crazy passionately. 

He turned off the water and dried me off. We left the bathroom. He lay me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. I reached down and guided his cock into me. It felt right. There was the cock I knew and loved. 

I whispered in his ear. "That was amazing. I love you. Next time it's your turn."

I Did it For Him



A few years ago, when I lived in Adelaide, Australia, I was going through something of a "dry spell" with regards to sex. I was very busy at work and I guess I wasn't in the mood for a relationship after a couple of bad ones in a row. What I did have access to however, was Steve, my ex boyfriend who had moved to Sydney but visited Adelaide two or three time a year. When he had left Adelaide we had broken up, a more or less mutual decision based on the fact that his need to "get his end away" was going to make a long distance relationship impossible - a fact we both knew and understood. I had used his services as a living alternative to my vibrator on a couple of occasions and enjoyed myself immensely - Steve was quite gifted in bed.

This particular trip included a weekend instead of the usual one night stand. It meant a weekend in a five star hotel, all expenses paid by his company. How could a girl refuse!? On the Friday night we had a nice meal, a few drinks at the bar then went back to his room and fucked for what seemed like ages. 

'Have you ever had a threesome?' Steve asked as we lay in the afterglow of orgasm.

'What?' I asked sleepily. I had heard what he said, but wanted more time to think how I could answer the question. I had enjoyed a threesome, but Steve had believed that I was fairly innocent until I had met him.

'I didn't think so,' he answered through a yawn before rolling onto his side. I felt somewhat indignant at the dismissive tone of his reply and sat up, slapping his back.

'Hey!' he cried out and rolled over to face me.

'For your information, I have,' I said. A feeling of satisfaction swept through me as I saw the look of disbelief on his face.

'Oh really?' he asked.

'Yes really,' I shot back. 'With Johnny,' I added, instantly regretting naming him. Steve had detested his predecessor while we dated and rarely missed up an opportunity to bag him out when he could.

'Johhny?' Steve looked incredulous now.

'Uh-huh,' I replied. We sat looking at each other for a while.

'And who else?' he asked. His curiosity had gotten the better of him now.

'Francesca,' I replied with a shrug. Another of his less than favorite people, though when it came down to it, Steve didn't like many of my friends unless they were men who looked up to him or women who flirted with him. It was one of the reasons that I wasn't too sad when the relationship ended.

'Hmmm,' he said and I knew that he was imagining Francesca's big breasted, red haired body next to mine.

'Do you want to call her and see if she wants to do it again tomorrow night?'

'No!" I raised my eyebrows at him. 'It was a one off thing for her.'

'And for you?'

'I don't know,' I said after a moment's hesitation and he was hooked. By the time we eventually went to sleep I had promised that the next night we would go out, pick up a woman and he could experience a threesome. Throughout I acted indifferent, extracting the promise of a shopping spree tomorrow on his expense account, including lunch and dinner. Meanwhile my insides were fluttering at the prospect at repeating the experience. I didn't care about Steve, so watching him fuck another woman was not going to be an issue for me at all.

The talk of the threesome soon had Steve hard again and he wanted more sex. My pussy was sore and I wanted nothing more to do with him, so I told him about the threesome in detail while he lay beside me and masturbated to climax. Soon after he was asleep.

The next day I made him fulfil his promise and found myself the owner of a new little red dress with matching heels, a beautiful satin bra and matching panties (all which I promised him I would wear that night), along with a new full length winter coat, fur lined hat and gloves, stockings, a leather handbag and earrings. 

Steve was so eager to start our hunt that he suggested we go to dinner at five thirty. I made him calm down, assuring him that I knew one of two places we would go with a good chance of picking up early. The Mars Bar was a well known gay club, though predominantly its clientele were men. Never the less there were plenty of single women who went there for a good time, dancing without the prospect of being harassed by the usual brigade of hetero men. By the middle of the night, full of champagne and surrounded by the not inconsiderable number of attractive but unattainable men of the wrong persuasion for them, they could be suitable candidates for our plan.

But my primary aim was to go to the Beans Bar, a hang out for lesbians and alternative chicks. It would require more careful scouting, for despite what many men think, a lesbian is not going to jump into bed with him just because his girlfriend is attractive and available. However, quite a few of the women who ventured into the Beans Bar were looking for a first time same sex experience. They could be suitable targets if I approached them first, with Steve lurking in the background.

With the plan set, we calmed out nerves with a few drinks, enjoyed a light dinner before catching a cab down Hindley street to the Beans Bar. My red dress, combined with my long dark hair, was designed to ensure that I was noticed. Arriving a little after nine we found the place fairly quiet and settled down on a sofa in the corner to watch the comings and going. Steve just about jumped out of his skin every time he caught me looking at a woman. I found it a little irritating, but also somewhat amusing to see the man who considered himself so cool and sexually aware acting like a fourteen year old on his first date.

At around ten thirty I saw a tall blonde walk in the door and pause uncertainly as she gathered her bearings, before walking to the bar. Her long shapely legs were topped by a jade green mini skirt that seemed to be moulded to her very tight looking bottom. Above the mini she wore a buttoned up, collared, black shirt that seemed to ripple as she moved. It was tight enough at the front to emphasis the rounded firmness of her breasts.

The place was somewhat crowded and she had to wait to be served, though she was lucky in that two butch looking dykes, who had been locked in a lip embrace for some time, suddenly stood and walked out arm in arm, leaving their bar stools free. At once the blonde sat, brushing her bobbed hair neatly into place and dragging her drink, a clear sparkling liquid in a long glass, towards her. I noted the scarlet of her lipstick as her full lips parted slightly to admit the straw.

'Like her?' I murmured to Steve. Following my gaze he swallowed then nodded.

'Stay here, perve all you like but do not approach me until I look at you and wave you over.' I looked seriously at him. 'Do you understand?' He nodded that he did and satisfied I stood and crossed quickly to occupy the other vacant stool. I didn't look at the blonde until my drink had arrived and I had taken my first sip, using her lighting of a cigarette to turn towards her and offer a thin smile. I was encouraged when she smiled back at me and at once realised how nervous I felt. Was this how men feel every time they approach a woman they didn't know? I wondered. Her eyes quickly scanned my face and I did the same with her, noting the angular cheekbones, small petite nose and dark eyes. 

'I'm Alexandra,' I offered feeling awkward.

'Stephanie,' she replied in a small, slightly smoky voice. 

'I should've asked if you wanted the stool,' I added, unsure how to direct the conversation, 'are you waiting for someone?'

She smiled and glanced at the barmaid, a muscular but not unattractive woman with a shaved head. Stephanie pushed her near empty glass forward and ordered a vodka and soda.

'No, I'm alone,' she replied, turning to meet my eyes again. 'But I'm not looking for a woman.'

'Oh,' I replied feeling my face turn crimson. 'Am I being that obvious?'

'No, not really, but this bar does have a certain reputation.' She laughed and at once made me feel at ease and I was able to laugh with her. 'I like coming here before I go out for...well to meet someone more to my taste.' She smiled again, a small smile that invited me to join her conspiracy. I did so and leaned closer. 'I hope that doesn't mean you're going to leave,' she added.

'Not at all,' I replied, pausing to sip my drink while I considered where to go next. 'In fact, I must admit that my taste isn't really catered for here either.' Stephanie's questioning look invited me to continue so I did. 'I'm actually here with my boyfriend and we were looking for...well, someone who caters to our taste.' She giggled at that and we shared a silent moment. 

'Where is he?' she asked. 

'Well, don't look or he'll be over here thinking you're it and then we won't have a chance of meeting anyone,' I said and she nodded. 'He's sitting all alone on the sofa in the corner behind you,' I said. I saw her gaze slide over my shoulder and recalled that the far wall was a mirror. Clever I thought. And cute. I was disappointed that she wasn't available; her body looked even firmer and curvier now that I was sitting close up.

'Can't really see him,' she said and smiled when she caught me running my eyes across her breasts. 'Now, now Alexandra, I'm not available, remember?'

'Can't blame me for looking can you?' I replied, feeling more at ease with her now. 

'Look after my seat would you?' she said, scooping her purse up. 'Off to the toilet.' With that she stood and disappeared across the room. I glanced towards Steve and saw that he had stood up and was looking at me uncertainly. Being as subtle as I could I shook my head and waved at him to sit down, which he did abruptly. Stephanie reappeared and I could see that she was able to get a good look at Steve as she returned to sit next to me.

'He's cute,' she said, her lips parting seductively again to wrap around the straw.

'He is,' I answered. While she had been gone I had begun to scan the room again, noticing a cute, girl-next-door brunette standing alone near the dance floor, moving in time with the music.

'I guess you do this all the time.' 

'Ah no,' I replied with a smile, dragging my attention back to Stephanie. 'In fact, this will be Steve's first time.'

'Oh,' she replied. 'And you?'

'My second.'

'With a man or woman?'

'Pardon,' I asked, unsure as to what she meant.

'Your second time with a man or woman?' 

'Oh, the other time was with a woman.'

'So you're basically hetero?' I nodded and felt a little stab of annoyance as the brunette was dragged onto the dance floor by a strong looking short haired woman in a suit. I was missing opportunities while we sat here chatting and I needed to get moving.

'What about me?'

'What!?' Stephanie suddenly had my full attention and my heart raced. 'I thought...'

'My taste is basically men too,' she interrupted. 'And he's cute and you're nice, maybe I should experiment a little too.' I was lost for words and sat staring at her.

'Should we tease him a little first?' she asked. 

'Um, yes, I mean, if you're sure...'

'Absolutely. As long as you have somewhere we can all go from here?'

'Ah yeah, we've got a room at Rydges.'

'Very nice,' she said. 'Why don't you lead me to the dance floor?' So I did, noting Steve gawping at us as we gyrated to the rhythms, our bodies touching, our hands occasionally brushing against each other. After fifteen minutes or so we returned to the bar to rescue our drinks, our seats having been taken in the ever increasing crowd.

'Let's go,' she said. I looked at Steve, nodded and waved him over. By now the noise was getting so loud that introductions were all but impossible without shouting so I ushered us all outside onto the pavement. A cab was rolling past and Steve flagged it down, slipping into the front as Stephanie and I occupied the rear seat. It was a short drive, just long enough for an introduction, the preliminary niceties of 'where are you from' and so on that I hadn't managed to get to.

By midnight we were in our room, ordering two bottles of champagne. I sat Steve between us on the long sofa and by half twelve I watched as he and Stephanie kissed, their tongues shiny and wet as they entwined around each other. I pressed myself against his back and ran my hands around his stomach and across his thighs. Caressing the front of his trousers I felt his erection straining against his boxers already. A shiver ran through me and I transferred my hands onto Stehpanie's smooth thighs, over her hips and caressed her breasts through the marvellous felt-like material of her shirt. Her breasts were very firm and I suspected that they were silicon enhanced. I worked the buttons undone until her shirt hung open, revealing a tight stomach and tanned breasts threatening to spill out from under a black lace bra.

Eagerly Steve's hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, then working one nipple out over the lace edge of the bra. Stephanie was breathing quite hard by now and I worked the buttons of Steve's shirt loose, pulling it from his body. As he sat up to allow it to slide from his body, Stephanie leaned forward and her tongue delicately flicked out to twirl around his nipple. Steve rested against me as she sucked it into her mouth, then he turned towards me and we kissed, a powerful meeting of lips and tongue that betrayed his deep lust. Stephanie's hand was gently working his erection through his pants and as I watched her long fingers deftly released his zipper and snaked inside. Steve moaned into my mouth and I knew that she was touching his flesh and I felt my lust boil upwards, threatening to run out of control.

Looking down I watched as Stephanie drew Steve's thick member from his pants, its head swollen and red. Her delicate fingers began to stroke his shaft then dance across the swollen head, deftly squeezing then releasing it. Steve moaned again and pulled his face from mine to let his lead loll back as Stephanie's fingers manipulated him expertly. I had to admit I was a little jealous of her technique, for as much as Steve liked me touching his cock with my hand, he preferred my mouth or pussy. And here he was now, savouring a hand job from a woman he had only met a few hours prior.

Stephanie moved smoothly from his nipples, which were hard little points, and they began to kiss again. Stephanie's tongue was long and pointed and the thought that later it might be stroking my clit sent a shiver through me. I slid off the sofa, kicking my shoes off as I did and knelt between Steve's thighs, flicking his shoes off then pulling his pants, already loose, down his legs and discarded them behind me, leaving him completely naked. Then I leaned forward, and in rhythm with Stephanie's hand, began to lick his shaft. My tongue trailed behind her fingers, occasionally over them, onto the swollen head where I probed the little hole with my eye tasting the faint salty pre-cum that was begin to ooze free.

When I slipped the head into my mouth, pulling my lips tight around the glans, I heard Steve groan and felt a flush of delight. Despite Stephanie's expertise with her hand, my mouth was obviously still better. Stephanie removed her hand and allowed me to fully concentrate on what I was doing. I worked my mouth down along his shaft, my fingers barely touching him, then ran my tongue from his hairy sac to the tip, around the tip and then plunged my mouth to the base so that I could feel the heat of his erection in the back of my throat. At one stage I looked up and saw that Stephanie had removed both her shirt and bra.

Her breasts were indeed silicon enhanced as evidenced by their defying of the laws of gravity. But they looked great. Steve was caressing one, then the other as his tongue was sucked by Stephanie. Unable to resist I reached out and began to caress one of Stephanie's smooth long legs. She gave no obvious reaction and so I continued to let my hand wander upwards, caressing behind her knee and onto her thigh. Steve was gently lifting his hips to fuck my mouth which made my job easier, so I let him do this as I enjoyed the feeling of another woman's smooth waxed skin.

I finally touched the hem of her mini skirt and slid my fingers under it. Still no reaction, so deciding that boldness was called for, I reached up and cupped her bottom. It was well rounded and taut, something obvious to even the most casual of lookers. There was no evidence of panties until my fingers explored her crack to find a thin line of cotton. A G-string, no doubt a must have item for the tight mini skirt wearer. The taste of salty fluid was becoming stronger and I knew that Steve was getting close. Not wanting him to come I slipped my mouth from him and used the saliva to stroke him as I turned my attention back to Stephanie. 

The outside of her thighs were sleek and well toned and I knew that she worked out. Imagining her in a body hugging lycra gym outfit was easy as were the stares of other members of her work out class. Steve's cock jumped in my hand and I ever-so-slightly lessened the pressure I was exerting, keeping him close but a safe distance from his climax. The breathing of my two sex partners was ragged and loud and I wondered if mine was the same.

Then I froze, a small gasp escaping me. I felt Stephanie tense, then I continued the work of both my hands and she relaxed somewhat. Steve gave no indication that he had noticed anything out of the ordinary, but then he probably wouldn't. He hadn't felt the bulging pouch between Stephanie's legs. Tucked downwards for sure, but a pouch and a bulge. Not a smooth V of material with a warm pussy underneath. Oh no. A hard length of flesh partly strangled by being restrained between her legs. His legs. Her legs. Despite the penis and the erection, Stephanie had chosen to call herself that. The erection was not my doing, it was Steve's. His hands were caressing her face and breasts, kissing her deeply. I had to suppress a giggle at the thought Steve was kissing, at least anatomically, another man. 

I caressed two cocks now, Steve's glistening with saliva and a small but steady stream of pre-cum, and Stephanie's which I had worked to the front. She was small, barely bigger than my fist, but rock hard. I was aware that if Steve looked down he may become aware of the bulge and unsure of what his reaction would be I decided that I needed to be in control if I wanted to have more fun first. I dragged Stephanie away from Steve until she was on the floor beside me. Pushing Steve's legs together we positioned ourselves on either side and took it in turns fellating him. Stephanie's oral skills were clearly as good as her masturbatory skills, but of course she had the unfair advantage of knowing what felt good in the first person. Her eyes met mine and I smiled, then leaned forward so that we could both attack his shaft. Our tongues lashed him and I knew that he was in heaven. A few times I attempted to let our tongues meet, but Stephanie let the contact be no more than momentary. It was Steve that had brought her to this room, not me.

After a minute or so I stood and shrugged off my dress, discarding my expensive, matching lingerie without a second thought. Steve watched me appreciatively then his eyes dropped back to Stephanie's bobbing head between his legs. I knelt behind her and carefully unzipped the mini, then deftly removed her G. Kneeling between Steve's legs hid her erection from him, but I knew that she had to enjoy having it free of it's restraint. Directly behind her I ran my hand over he well shaped buttocks, noticing that there was no hint of hair in the crack or on the tight skin of the scrotum. I slid my hand between her thighs and was excited to feel that she was completely free of hair. My hand grasped her length and this time she made no move to pull away so I pulled the skin tight and began to stroke her. She moaned and I saw Steve's eyes watching me, his lust glittering there like tiny lights reflecting from a diamond.




I Did it For Him



I began to push my hips against her buttocks, imitating a doggy style fuck, moving my hand to grasp her breasts and caress her back and shoulders. I gently grabbed a handful of hair and guided her head down and up along his cock. It was all designed to heighten his arousal, hopefully to new levels so that when he discovered Stephanie's secret truth, he wouldn't run scared.

He was gasping for breath and deciding to make the next move I stood and walked to the sofa. Straddling his lap, I glanced back at Stephanie and smiled reassuringly. She smiled back and let his cock slip from her mouth with a wet plop. I reached back for it, but instead she gripped it and pointed it at my pussy as I slid down onto it. His heat was tremendous and the ease of his passage into me made me realise how heightened my arousal was. I rode him for a few moments, feeling his hands on my breasts, caressing my nipples and pinching them, then became aware of Stephanie's presence behind me. Her hands rested on my shoulders then she half sat half knelt beside us.

I could feel her erection pressed into the side of my leg as she leaned forward to offer her mouth to Steve. He hungrily slid his tongue into it and his hands left the familiarity of my breasts for the new found wonder of hers. Watching his hands knead the handfuls of flesh I smiled and reached down to caress Stephanie's cock, suddenly wanting it in my mouth. There was no time like the present so I pulled her forward, turning her back to Steve as she knelt, then pushed her back against the sofa. As I did I leaned forward and pushed my breasts against Steve's face, hiding the truth from him for a moment longer so that I could have some control over his reaction.

As I sat back he froze. But only for a moment. I thrust down onto him and arched my back to grind my pelvic bone against him and he gasped. His eyes were locked on the short hard cock that was barely a foot from his face. But he made to move to escape, even as I leaned over and slid Stephanie into my mouth. She felt strange, being barely two thirds of Steve's length and probably a similar proportion in girth. My body contorted as I continued to ride Steve and fellate Stephanie and I felt a fire burning inside me. My lust was out of control now and I no longer cared about my two partners, only about myself. The buzzing that had been growing in my clitoris spread to my stomach, then exploded outwards in a thousand shards of pleasure to every extremity of my body and flooding my brain with a pure, white, silent, heat. I climaxed like I never had before. Wave after wave crashed through me and it was after what seemed like an eternity that I realised that Stephanie's moans were not from pleasure. I had clamped down on her as I came, not quite biting but gripping her shaft with my teeth.

I released her with a final cry of passion and slid from Steve's lap to force my way between the two. I was spent, but Steve was not. With a grunt he knelt on the sofa, then grabbed my waist and in spite of my protests to let me rest, turned me so that I was on all fours. His penetration was rough and deep and it sent a ripple through me that was almost painful.

'Suck her...his...suck his...' he trailed away unsure of what to call Stephanie.

'Do you want me to suck Stephanie's cock?' I asked, my voice warbling as he pounded into me. I looked back at him over my shoulder, making my eyes as slutty as I could.

'Yes, yes, suck her cock.' He felt more comfortable with the feminine, I was sure of that, despite the obvious contradiction of the action he wanted me to perform. I slid Stephanie onto the sofa against the other armrest and once again slid her cock into my mouth. I looked up to see that her eyes were locked on Steve's muscular body behind mine as he ravaged me. From Steve's perspective he was no doubt imagining my tongue in another woman's pussy as he was probably unable to see around the mass of my hair.

Then he surprised me by leaning forward to press his body against mine, his arm encircling my waist and his head resting over my right shoulder. His breath was hot against my neck and I slid Stephanie's cock from my mouth to look at him. His lips were parted and the sweat rolled down his brow. His hips continued to thrust against me, his cock sending slivers of pleasure through me once again. I had wondered how it was that he hadn't come yet, then it hit me. So shocked was he by Stephanie's secret, so disturbed by the sight of another penis, that his lust had been put on simmer. He had wanted to return to the heterosexual embrace of my pussy as soon as he could. To be hard in there was safe - normal. To be hard outside that and in the presence of another erect cock, was perhaps disturbing to his psyche. 

I leaned back and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. He responded strongly. Then I turned and slipped Stephanie's cock into my mouth, sucking her for a few moments before turning to Steve. He hesitated a second before receiving my tongue again. The next time I ran my tongue provocatively along her shaft, circling the head, then without drawing it into my mouth, without a psychological cleansing, offered it to him. He took it without hesitation, sucking on it as if...well as if it were a penis. 

I shifted my body slightly to the left, bringing Stephanie's penis to a point that was equidistant between us. I rested my head on her thigh and began to lick her, my eyes flicking up to engage and invite him. His thrusting into me had become sporadic know as his mind considered his choices. Then to my utter surprise he leaned forward and his tongue caressed Stephanie's shaft, opposite mine. Together we licked her length, then I moved away, watching him. Steve closed his eyes, then slipped her length into his mouth. Stephanie moaned and her long fingers began to caress the back of his head. I licked her thigh and began to hump against Steve's hips as his mouth worked along her length, the short shaft vanishing between his lips. It was too much for me and I came again, this second climax a short sharp affair, like an unexpected clap of thunder that belts through you and is gone. 

I slid from under Steve, thinking that my absence would make him stop. I was wrong. Again. He settled between Stephanie's thighs and worked his hand and mouth over her cock. Stephanie's stomach was tight her hips were gently thrusting. I sat on the single chair and watched as Steve pleasured her. She smiled at me once then closed her eyes again to savour the fellatio she was receiving. Without warning Steve stopped and I thought that he had snapped to his hetero senses. I wasn't so surprised this time to discover I was wrong as I watched him grab Stephanie and muscle her on top of him into a sixty nine. My lust was wakened again and I began to stroke my clit through the damp and matted hair. 

My body buzzed and my brain had begun to numb as I watched two stiff cocks vanishing into pouted mouths. Stephanie's lithe body looked exquisite arched over Steve and for a moment I experienced jealousy at its perfection and the attention it was getting. Steve had stopped moving his head now and was allowing Stephanie to slow fuck his mouth and I realised that he had learnt how easy it is to deep throat when you are facing the opposite direction to your partner. 

Spying our a tube of lubricant on the bedside table, I decided that it was right for the final step. I grabbed it and a condom, then returned to the sofa, kneeling by Steve. His eyes were shut but opened to meet mine when he sensed my presence. I smiled at him and licked the smooth buttocks above his face before parting them to squeeze a little lube on the brown puckered entrance there. His eyes widened as he watched my finger gently push into her and I too was surprised at how easily she relaxed to permit entry. As I worked my finger in to the second knuckle Stephanie gasped loudly.

'Fuck me,' she whispered hoarsely. I looked at Steve and raised my eyebrows at him while continuing to work my finger deeper. If he spent long considering it didn't show as he almost immediately slid out from under her and knelt in the appropriate position. I offered him the condom which he took, then wanting to be in a prime spot, positioned myself under both of them, my face directly under Stephanie's bottom and my body between Steve's legs. I wasn't fooling myself that Stephanie would go down on me as this happened, her reluctance to kiss me had made me realise that she liked men and that even if she had been willing to try, her lack of expertise and enthusiasm would never achieved the result I wanted.

I watched as Steve lubed his now rubber encased cock and felt a tremble of excitement through Stephanie's body as it touched her anus. Steve pushed gently and I was thrilled as the head of his cock easily disappeared into her. They both gasped and I held my breath. Inch by inch he pushed into her. Finally his scrotum rested against hers and he was inside. Lowly he began to thrust, small jerky movements that became longer strokes as she relaxed and gave him access. I reached up and caressed both their scrotums, gently squeezing their balls as they fucked. Steve was panting harder now and I knew that finally he was going to come. I began to stroke Stephanie's cock and heard her gasp her appreciation. I also knew that if she didn't come before Steve, it was likely that she would have to relieve herself. I slid upwards slightly and took her into my mouth. Steve's body was slapping against hers and each thrust forced her deeper into my throat. 

With a high pitched yelp she came, catching me by surprise and I almost gagged as I forced my tongue over the end of her cock to in turn force the sticky come from my mouth. She spasmed several times then her cock deflated rapidly and I slipped it from my mouth and returned to watch Steve. His scrotum had tightened considerably and I knew he was not far from completion. He must have watched Stephanie's climax for as he roared that he was coming, he pulled from her body, ripped the condom off and directed his spray at my face. The first blast, for that is what it was, hit me in the chin, the second struck Stephanie's buttock before sliding onto my nose, the third hit my eye. Then he pushed forward and into my mouth and I opened it to accommodate him. I knew he wanted my mouth to once again prove his heterosexuality and no doubt to punish me. In his mind it would be me that forced him to have anal sex with another man. Even one as beautiful as Stephanie. The fact that traces of Stephanie's come in my mouth were now wrapped around his cock as it emptied into me would be lost on him. I forced his come from my mouth as I had hers and let him slowly stoke his cock into my mouth even after he was spent. 

Stephanie had slid from the sofa and lay on the floor panting. Looking up I could see Steve's eyes screwed tightly shut and knew that the realisation of the experience was dawning on him as the post-orgasmic euphoria wore off. I smiled to myself. It had been a wonderful experience for me and in all truth, I didn't care about Steve's issues.

I only heard from him once more. We had sex but he came prematurely then fled. Issues upon issues perhaps. Stephanie and I are friends. We sort of dated for a while, going out together to pick up men. It was easy. Very easy. I convinced her to kiss me as it was something we could do in public to close a deal. Men like that sort of thing. I liked it and Stephanie had to admit that I didn't kiss too badly, "for a girl." After a while the novelty of one night threesomes wore off and we stopped the arrangement. I'm still waiting for Mr Right.

THE END



I Did It For The G-String



Ok, ok. This is how my story goes, I’m a senior in high school, and I was never really that popular, I guess I was always considered kind of nerdy, (I read a lot of books above the Harry potter level, so shoot me!) anyways, one day I was sitting in my history class, and I noticed that the new girl, was talking to the teacher, and boy was she hot! 

Tall, maybe 6 feet, straw blond hair, big boobs, and nice tight jeans, and best of all, when she bent over to look at a paper, POW out pops a skimpy g-string. (I'm a sucker for tight jeans and a g-string). 

Anyway after the class was over, she approached me and told me that the teacher had recommended me for tutoring, and she could really use the help. 

I was blown back, hers this knockout hella hot girl, talking to me a guy that’s always thought of himself as nerdy, and never going to get laid, unless its with another nerd. After she explained to me that she her last 4 test scores, had been less than 20 % I agreed to tutor her, and told her to meet me after school and we could go to my house and study, because I only lived a few blocks away. 

She agreed and we ended up walking home, on the walk home, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her beautiful breasts, they were so BIG. I think she might have liked the attention, because she kept giggling the whole way home. We got to my house around 3:00 and had about 2 hours to study before my brother got home. 

Right away I found out why she was flunking, because she had almost no attention span, and she kept asking for something with alcohol to drink, at first I refused, but she slowly worked me down, and I ended up giving her a couple glasses of brandy. After she had had her drinks, she started acting a REALLY drunk, her voice was slurred, and she kept giggling. 

That’s pretty much the time when I got to thinking that I could take advantage of her inhibited state, I know it wasn’t nice, but I was 18, and I had barely even been kissed before. Pretty soon she was leaning over again, and laughing at something that wasn’t really funny, and out popped her blue g-string, I couldn’t help myself, I reached over and touched it, running my fingers over the fabric. She didn’t even notice. I felt guilty though, so I took my hand from her, but by then I had such a massive hard on, that I thought my pants were going to explode. About a minuet later, she slipped off the couch, and her head landed right in my lap, right on top of my boner. Then she noticed it, but she was so drunk, that she just started giggling like mad, and asking me if she did that, in between giggles and hiccups. 

I blushed so much I think that my head looked like a Christmas light. Christine, (that was her name) got off the couch, looked at me and said, point blank, that she was horny as fuck, and she wanted me to fuck her then and there, I was so throne back I think I just stared. Christine came over, and unzipped my pants, letting my 7-inch dick spring loose from its prison. she started gripping my dick, and running her hands up and down its shaft, while licking the head. She did this for about 5 minuets, before I told her that if she didn’t stop, I was going to blow my load all over, but that didn’t faze her, she just took my entire length into her mouth and deep throated me until I blew my load down her throat, making sure she got every drop of my seed. 

I was in heaven; here was this beautiful girl, who had just given me my first blowjob. I decided to see how far I could take it, and grabbing her hand, I pushed her onto the couch. Then I turned her onto her stomach, and slowly pulled down her tight blue jeans, until I could see all her ass, and all her thong. I started rubbing my fingers all over her lovely heart shaped hiney, and eventually, finding the thong string, just took it between my fingers, and pulled it down off her ass. 

After id gotten rid of the pants and thong, I started kissing the inside of her thighs, like id seen in porno’s, and eventually made my way up to her sweet love box. It was like a river, she was so wet. I started taking her clit between my teeth and just lightly gnawing on it, she started screaming in pleasure as I took my middle finger, and slowly inserted it into her pussy. After about five minuets of fingering her, I felt her vaginal walls clamp as she orgasmed, screaming in pleasure even more so than before. 

She slowly looked up, the pleasure still evident in her eyes, and told me that if I didn’t get up, and fuck her, shed leave right then, at the time, I didn’t really realize that she wasn’t acting drunk any more, but if I did, I doubt I would have cared. Slowly she rolled over, and I helped her take off her shirt and bra, until she was completely naked, next she demanded that I get naked with her to, fairs fair she said, and who was I to refuse her. 

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous breasts, with there small pert nipples sticking out in the air, they were perfect, not overly large, and not too small either. I guess I must have stared just a little to long though, because suddenly she asked, are you going to fuck me or not. 

So I slowly lay down on top of her, while she rapped her legs around my back, and guided my cock into her love tunnel with her hand. Slowly I entered her, savoring the warm feeling of her vagina. Once again, I guess I was to slow for her, because she turned me over and sat on top of me, straddling me with her hips, god was she beautiful. 

We started going at it like rabbits, because I can always last a LOT longer if I had one orgasm already. We must have fucked for at least an hour, giving oral sex and groping each other in between orgasms, because by the time I looked up at the clock on the ceiling, it was almost time for my brother to get home. So regretfully we had to stop our play. And the next time she came over to study, we really did study..........for about fifteen minuets. :)



I Did it Her Way



Did I have the nerve to ask her? Kathy was one of the most popular girls in college, and in my opinion, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Our Sociology professor had asked us to team up with a member of the opposite sex to do a study on the effect of crowded living conditions on human development. Here was my chance to say something to her, instead of stuttering out an embarrassed Hi when I passed her on campus. So Bill, (that’s my name), take a deep breath and go for it.

She was talking to three other girls when I approached her. “Pardon me Kathy, but I was wondering if you had a partner for the sociology project yet?

Kathy looked at me over her shoulder with slight annoyance on her face. “Who are you?”

Oh, the humiliation of it all; we have been taking the same course, in the same lecture hall, for the entire semester and she doesn’t even know who I am. I dream about her every day and she doesn’t know I exist.

She has long dark brown hair that shines like burnished copper in the sunlight. Kathy has a small turned up nose and slightly parted lips that look like she is going to kiss you.

“I wonder if you would consent to be my partner for Professor Walter’s sociology project?” This was coming out all wrong. It sounded more like a marriage proposal. It was just that she had me all nervous and tongue-tied. I just melt when she looks at me with those big brown eyes.

All of them were laughing at me. “Who is the dork?” asked Amanda.

“I think it’s a geek from the 5th grade, with a face like a troll.” Diane said with a giggle.

“Who are you going to team up with?” Jennifer asked. “Is it going to be Larry, Doug or Scott?”

“Wait a minute,” Kathy said. “Those guys only think with their cocks. This report determines if you get a credit or not. What did you say your name was?”

“Its Bill.” I know my face is a flaming red.

“Now I remember you. You’re that brainy guy that sits in front. Meet me after class and we’ll talk about it.”

I floated into class on cloud nine. Who says dreams can’t come true.

Knowing Kathy’s course schedule by heart, I skipped my last class so that I could wait for her outside the lecture hall. I must have waited an hour or more, before she finally came out, talking to her same three friends.

“There you are Billy; I forgot I was supposed to meet you.” (My name is Bill, not Billie. I hate that name; it’s like I am a little boy or something.) “You wanted to ask me something; so get down on your knees in front of me, hold my hand, look into my eyes, and beg me.” 

Her friends were all laughing. I was embarrassed, but I started to do what she told me. Now even Kathy is laughing at me.

“Its OK Billie, you don’t have to do that. I was only teasing you. I’ll agree to be your project partner. I only have one question.”

“Thank you, thank you Kathy. I’ll work very hard to ensure we produce a good report. Now, what was your question?”

“How much are you going to pay me to be your partner?”

“I don’t have a lot of money but how much do you...”

That’s when I noticed they were all laughing at me again. They found it hilarious. I was just trying to get Kathy as my partner.

“I was just kidding; you don’t have to pay me.”

“You should have made the geek pay,” Jennifer said still amused, “and made him lick your feet.”

“Now that’s not very nice,” Kathy responded with a slight smile. “Can’t you see he is all red in the face and starting to stutter?”

Things did not work out quite the way I expected. I envisioned us spending many hours together on the project and getting to know each other. In reality Kathy spent less than an hour with me during the first two weeks. I knew she was popular, that she dated 3 or 4 guys. Her normal excuse, any time I tried to get some time with her was, “I have a date tonight. Be a sweetie and do my part too.”

The interim report was due and Kathy wanted to know if we were ready. She had spent so little time on the project she had no idea of the status. “I am a little behind because you have not given me much time. Maybe we could spend a couple hours together tonight and finish it.”

“That’s impossible. I have a heavy date tonight. Be a good boy, finish the intern report for me, and I’ll go out with you next Wednesday.”

My heart was singing, although I tried to appear reluctant so Kathy would not know how happy I was. The week slowly dragged bye. She did not tell me what she wanted to do on the date, and I did not want to bring it up in case she remembered something and cancelled our date. I finally decided to wear a suit, and I had the car washed and cleaned inside and out. 

This was my best chance to make a good impression on her. My parents are reasonably wealthy, so I drove a late model Mercedes. I am rather small, about 5 feet 6 inches tall and slender build. I have seen some of the guys she goes out with. While I may not be able to compete on a physical basis, by showing her a good time and that I care for her, I should do all right.

I was to meet her outside her dorm at 6:30, so to be sure I got there at six. It was after seven before she finally came out. When I saw her my heart started pounding. This was a living dream. She was wearing some kind of short silky mini dress, held up by thin straps over her shoulders. When she got in the car, I could see her nipples poking through the dress. She sat in the car and her skirt rode up almost to her panties.

She wanted to dine at Alfrado’s, the most expensive restaurant in town, then see the movie called Betty’s Romance. She had 2 cocktails before dinner after warning me she did not go out with drunk drivers, so I drank ice water. She ordered lobster, one of the most expensive items on the menu, and some kind of Italian wine that cost $40.00 a bottle. She let me drink some of the wine, and believe me, it was not worth forty dollars.

The movie was totally boring. After it was over, she said none of her boy friends wanted to take her to see it. I could see why.

I drove her back on campus and parked in front of her dorm. I was a little nervous, then she said, “You don’t know what to do next, do you?”

“I was wondering if I could kiss you?”

“You are so sweet. The guys I go out with would have their cocks out fucking me by now. Here, I am going to give you a treat.” She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and pulled her dress down to her waist exposing her beautiful breasts.

Pulling my head to her breast, she said, “ Suck my nipple. That’s it, now flick your tongue back and forth across it. Good, now lick it. OK, now do the other one.” I was in heaven doing what she wanted. “Now bite my nipple gently and pull it with your teeth.”

She slapped me hard on the side of my face. “I said gently, you asshole.” I tried my best to do it the way she wanted. “That’s better, now go back and do the first one the same way.” She kept me at it for quite a while, and my tongue was getting sore. “That’s good Billie. You are a good sucker. Maybe I’ll teach you how I like my pussy sucked. Now I want you to go home and jerk off thinking about me.”

That was the best date I ever had. I was a virgin and I think Kathy sensed that. I thought now we would spend more time together. It worked out the exact opposite. She felt that having gone out with me once, she didn’t have to do anything on the project. I asked her once if she would go out with me again and she said, “No, I have plenty of boyfriends. The last thing I need is another.”

It was now nearing the time to hand in the report. I had done it all myself. If I was going to get another date, it had to be now. I didn’t want to beg, but it came out that way. “Please Kathy, I did the whole report myself. You said you might go out with me again. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Please say yes.”

“You beg so nicely. OK, I’ll go on a date with you Thursday night, but don’t wear that dorky suit.”

Prior to my date, I went to a man’s clothing store and bought an expensive pair of casual slacks, and a sports shirt. I was determined to make a better impression this time. This time it was dinner at Alfrado’s again and then to a nightclub. She let me have one drink to her three or four. After the floorshow a small dance combo took over.

“Dance with me Billie,” she said pulling me to the dance floor.

“But, I don’t know how to dance.”

“Its easy, just follow my lead.”

I had to admit Kathy was a good dancer. She would sway her hips in perfect time to the music. I felt like I had two left feet as I tried to shuffle a little to the beat. The first dance was fast. I more or less stood still watching her. She would spin around and her skirt would fly up and I could catch a glimpse of her panties. She would stand in front of me and bump her hips like she was having intercourse with me, or turn around and rub her bum against me.

I was glad the second dance was slow. Kathy held me tight and I could feel her rub her breasts against my chest. It was fantastic because she was not wearing a bra. Then she slowly pushed her leg between mine and I could feel her hot body tight against me. It felt so good I stopped trying to dance and just enjoyed the feel of her body.

Then she pushed me away. “You are totally useless. Go sit down while I dance with him,” she said in a loud voice pointing to a guy standing close by. Totally humiliated, I went back to the table. How could she do this to me in front of all these people? And, how did she know that guy would dance with her? He could have been with someone or something. Was she flirting with him while she danced with me?

At first I was to embarrassed to even look at them dance. I ordered another drink. To hell with her and her one drink limit, I was going to drink all I wanted. I could not help myself, I had to watch them. It made me jealous to see Kathy press her body against him, and then slide her leg between his and slowly lift her knee to rub his crotch. I knew how good that felt and how horny it made me feel. I could not watch any more, so I turned my back to the dance floor and sipped my drink.

When I realized it was getting late. I looked at the dance floor and Kathy was not there. There were only seven or eight couples left on the floor. Now I was really hurt. Had Kathy gone home with that guy and left me sitting there by myself? I didn’t know what to do. Should I go home? What if she came back? Still, I felt awkward sitting in a nightclub by myself, when most of the people had gone home. The waiter made it worse by constantly asking me if I wanted anything else.

I had finally decided I would finish my drink and go home, when I saw Kathy come through the door. “Hi Billie, are you mad at me?”

I was both relieved and angry. “Where did you go? You went somewhere with that guy, didn’t you? How could you leave me here alone, sitting by myself? I was not crying, but I could feel the quiver in my voice.

“Come with me. I’ll make it up to you,” as she took my hand and pulled me out the door after giving me a quick kiss. “Let’s go back to my dorm room. My roommate is away and guys do not have to be out until 2 AM. That gives us an hour.”

I guess I was more hurt than angry. Besides, it sounded like we were going to make love. I drove back to campus, and Kathy took me up to her room.

“Have you sucked pussy before?”

“No,” I replied.

“I didn’t think so. I’m going to teach you. First, take off all your clothes including your underwear.”

It was kind of embarrassing to get naked in front of Kathy while she lounged on her bed fully clothed.

“Oh, you have a big one. Now jerk yourself until I say stop,” Kathy said with a smirk.

It was kind of degrading to be jerking myself for her amusement. What did this have to do with pussy sucking?

“OK, stop. Now that you are nice and horny, come over here and carefully pull down my panties. You are going to French kiss my pussy. Kiss my lower lips and run just the tip of your tongue up and down my slit. Good, now wiggle your tongue as you do it. Aaah, not bad for a beginner. Stop right there. Feel that? That’s my clit. Flick your tongue back and forth quickly. Now, suck it gently.

“I said gently, you twerp! Now thrust your tongue into my pussy as deep as you can. That’s good but do it faster.” A few moments later, “Can’t you get your tongue in deeper. Don’t forget to suck. Look, you have to do better than that. Push your tongue in deep 6 times quickly and then suck me twice; then repeat it. Count to yourself so you don’t get mixed up. Even a moron should be able to do that.”

I must have been doing it right because she was rubbing her pussy in my face, or jerking my head tight to her pussy by pulling my hair. Then I could hear her start to moan and felt moisture on my tongue. “Get your tongue in deep and keep it there. Don’t move it.” I could feel her pussy squeezing my tongue.

“I suppose that’s not bad for the first time. A little more training and you should be able to give me more pleasure.” I started to get up from between her legs. I had been on my knees at the side of her bed. She was lying at the edge of her bed, legs spread, and fully clothed except for her panties.

“Wait, you are not finished yet. Gently blow on my pussy” After a couple minutes, Kathy with a sigh said, That feels good. Good boy, now kiss my pussy and get up. OK it’s your turn. I want to see you jerk off for me.”

It was a bit humiliating, but my cock was aching from all that sexual frustration. So, while Kathy sat on the edge of her bed with a smile on her face, I started jerking myself off. “Don’t get any on my floor. Pick up my panties and jerk off in them. You can take them home with you. Hurry up, it’s almost curfew.”

The Engagement

I gave Kathy what had been my grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a three-carat solitaire diamond. She liked the stone, but I had to get her a new setting.

I was so happy just to be seen with her. I know people wondered how a guy like me could latch on to a girl like Kathy. We were both the same height, small for a guy, but just right for a girl. Her dark brown hair would sparkle in the sunlight, and I liked to just look at her, and wonder how come I got so lucky.

On one of our dates, (the usual was dinner at Alfrado’s and a movie), Kathy told me she had to move out of her dorm room. She was no longer a freshman and all the rooms were reserved for them. She and her roommate, Amanda, had looked around and could find nothing suitable. They had one more week left. The only offer they had was to rent a bedroom in a 3-bedroom house occupied by 4 guys.

“We get to share the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. I am worried that living with 4 horny guys, we are going to get fucked every night.”

“There must be some other way,” I replied.

“I know of another way. We found this perfect little 2-bedroom townhouse on the edge of town. You could rent it for us. I would still collect from Amanda and pay you something back. After all, we are engaged now so it’s perfectly proper.”

“I don’t like that idea either.”

“Fine, we will move in with the guys since you don’t mind me fucking them.”

“Ok, Ok, I’ll rent the place for you. How much does it cost?”

“It’s only eight hundred a month and it includes all utilities.”

“Eight hundred! That’s more than I pay for my apartment.”

“But, this place is perfect, and when we come home from a date, you would not have to leave at 2AM the way you do now. You could spend the night with me sometimes. Would you like that?”

“Alright, you win. Give me the address. I am going to have to pay first and last months rent. That’s 1600 dollars “

“Thank you sweetie. Do it first thing in the morning before it’s gone.”

Other than paying her rent, things were about the same as before we got engaged. She would not set a date for the wedding, and I still only got one date a week with her. Even then what I usually got was a goodnight kiss in the car.

When she finally invited me in, I was quite excited. I thought I was going to get some sex. Coming through the door, I was quite surprised to see Amanda on the sofa with her boyfriend Chuck.

“I am so horny.” Kathy coos, “So I am looking forward to a nice tongue fuck from you Billie.”

“Let’s go to your room then.”

“No. I want them to see how well I have trained you. Now, get over here, get down on your knees and pull down my panties.” I had not sucked her off in a while, and I liked pleasuring her so I did as she told me.

As I darted my tongue in her pussy, I could hear Amanda say, “Why don’t you do that to me sometime, Chuck? How come I always have to be the one to suck you off?”

Chuck responded in a sneering voice, “Only a wimp would do that.”

After Kathy’s orgasm, made more intense by an audience, she pushed me away saying, “Now jerk yourself off.”

“But Kathy, I don’t want to do that in front of them.”

“Just do it. Why do you have to argue with me about everything?”

Of course, I did it for her. Looking at her bare pussy, I realized that Chuck could also see her, as she sat on the edge of the chair with her legs sprawled wide open. I would have liked her to show a little more modesty.

As I came, catching my come in my other hand, I could hear Amanda say, “Looks like she has him pussy whipped and they are not even married yet.”

A couple weeks later, Kathy let me come into her townhouse again. Amanda was there and I noticed she had been crying. “Why were you crying?”

“Kathy is going to kick me out unless I come up with the rent money I owe. She wants to make me a whore. She told me I could make rent money by standing on a corner in town and selling my body to who ever wants it. If I don’t come up with it she is going to throw me out and let her old boyfriend Doug move in. He has promised her he will pay on time.”

“Kathy, surely that can’t be true. After all, I’m the one that pays the landlord.”

“I have expenses,” Kathy said exasperated. “I count on that money for clothes, entertainment, and other essential expenses. Doug will not only pay on time, he is also going to pay for the rent she owes me. I’m sorry, but I don’t have any other choice.”

Now Amanda spoke up. “Do you want her ex boyfriend living with her. They used to fuck all the time. If he moves in, it’s just a matter of time before they start up again. I want to stay here, but I don’t want to be a whore. Couldn’t you pay Kathy my rent? I know you have money, and I would be soo grateful to you, if you know what I mean. And, it would keep Doug away and out of her pussy.”

“Well, I, I don’t know. It seems kind of unusual.”

Kathy, now in a softer voice, “I don’t care where my money comes from, as long as I get it and on time. If you want to pay for her it’s OK with me”

“How much do you pay her?”

“I pay her 100 dollars a week. If you pay her for me, I’ll show you my appreciation.”

“Just because your boyfriend Chuck and I got carried away once, is no reason to make a play for my fiancé. I give him all the sex he needs.” 

I totally disagreed with her last statement. Not only have I not made love to her, she makes me beg just to suck her off. She told me she wants to marry a virgin. However, I did not want Doug moving in. I knew what he was like. He had short blond hair and a stocky build. He figured he was a real jock. I hate that type. So it was agreed, that I would pay Kathy 100 dollars each week.

That summer, on a beautiful Saturday morning, I thought I would surprise Kathy by taking her to the fair in Stockton, about twelve miles away. I know she likes the rides and stuff. When I called on her, Amanda opened the door.

“Is Kathy in?” I asked.

Looking a little surprised she responded, “Sure, I’ll get her. Come in.”

Going to Kathy’s bedroom door, she knocked loudly saying, “Kathy get up. Billie is here.”

A few minutes later, Kathy still in her short nightie comes out. “Billie, what are you doing here?”




I Did it Her Way



“It’s such a gorgeous day, I thought it would be a good day to go to the Stockton fair.”

Just then, Doug, wearing only his shorts, came out of Kathy’s room.

“Now before you get bent all out of shape,” Kathy said promptly, “Doug drove me home from school yesterday. We talked and had a few drinks, and before I realized it, it was past 2AM when they lock the doors at the dormitories. So I had no choice but to let him stay overnight.”

“I suppose that makes sense. Come on, get dressed and we’ll go to the fair.”

“You should have called first. I don’t like surprises, and I could have saved you a trip, because I have already agreed to go with Doug. You told me you don’t like fairs.”

“But, but, we are engaged to be married. Why are you going with Doug?”

“Its not like we are going on a date. He is just taking me to the fair.” Then with a playful push on Doug’s back, she says, “Come on Stud, let’s get dressed and go.”

While they were in Kathy’s bedroom getting dressed, I asked Amanda, “Is Doug around here often?”

“Look, I like you Billie, but if I were you, I would keep Kathy more under control. For a woman about to be married, she spends more time with Doug than she does with you.”

“Are you saying she is cheating on me?”

“I am Kathy’s friend too, so I don’t want to be a tattletale. Let me give you some advice. Buy Kathy a car. She hates taking the bus, and I must admit bus service out here is lousy, so when Doug offers to drive her, she always accepts. She has already picked out the car she is going to make you buy for her when she marries you. So, why don’t you buy it for her now, and she will not need Doug to drive her.”

That sounded like a good idea. Anything that got Doug out of her life and mine had to be a good thing.

Telling her it was an early wedding present, I bought the car she wanted. It was a convertible, totally impractical, but it was the car she wanted.

MARRIED LIFE

Kathy made my day when she suddenly said lets get married. I was always so worried that something would come up that would cause her to change her mind.

We had a quick wedding, a reception that lasted half the night, then an early morning flight to Barbados for our honeymoon. I don’t mind admitting I was excited. I was finally going to make love to Kathy.

Barbados was beautiful. We checked into our hotel, the honeymoon suite of course, and Kathy started working on her suntan. We had the local specialty for dinner, watched a native floor show and returned to our room about 10pm. My nerves were tingling with excitement. Earlier I had champagne sent to the room. I heard that champagne put girls in the mood. After 2 glasses, I could wait no longer.

“Kathy, let’s go to bed and make love.”

“I’m tired. Can’t it wait for some other time?”

“No, I have waited so long for this. You said you would as soon as we got married. So, please, please Kathy have intercourse with me.”

“OK, if you insist,” she said as she quickly stripped off all her clothes except her bra, and lay on her back. She spread her legs wide saying, “If I fall asleep before you are finished, make sure you turn off the lights before going to sleep.”

“But Kathy, I want to kiss you; I want to kiss your breasts. Please take off your bra so I can touch you.”

“My tits are a bit sunburned. If you want to fuck, then fuck, don’t whine about it.”

This was not the way I had pictured it; but she was now my wife, and it was our honeymoon, so I was going to make love to her. I got on top of her and got my penis into her. I thought once I started having intercourse with her she would respond. She did not. At one point she even yawned saying, “Hurry up, will you.” I did get to ejaculate but it was nowhere near as good as I thought it would be.

The next morning I thought she might be in a better mood. She let me kiss and suck her pussy, but she got out of bed before I could do more. Later when I tried to kiss her, she pushed me away saying it was breakfast time.

She wanted to play tennis. I don’t play, but the resort had club pro’s that would play if you don’t have a partner. So, I sat on a bench and watched her play. When the match was over she kissed him to thank him for a good game. That annoyed me because that morning, she would not kiss me.

Later that day, I took her into town so she could do some shopping. One of the things she bought, that I considered obscene, was a bikini. Ties held on the bottom. It would be easy to pull one of the strings and the bikini bottom would fall off. She also bought a romance novel and we headed to the beach to relax in the sun.

When we arrived, she shocked me by removing her top. There were a few women topless, but most were not. When we were going together, it used to make me feel good to see guys drooling over her and wondering how I got so lucky. I used to say to myself, “Eat your heart out boys, she’s all mine.” Now that I am married, it bugs me to see guys stand around looking at her body, while she lies on her back reading her book.

That evening for dinner we had lobster, one of Kathy’s favorites, and I ordered oysters for her because I read somewhere it was supposed to make women feel sexy. That evening I served her drinks while she lay on the bed reading.

I was a little bit apprehensive after what happened last night, but around eleven o’clock I got up my nerve and said, “Lets put out the light and make love.”

“You go ahead sweetie. I want to finish my book. When you do it, lean to one side so that I can read.” It was a repeat of last night. She spread her legs, kept her bra on, and let me have intercourse with her. She would show no emotion, nor would she respond to my thrusts with any kind of movement. It made me feel like I was making love to a corpse. 

For a second morning in a row she would let me suck her, but no kissing. That day we went on the Captain Morgan pirate ship party cruise. I was sure a day of drinking and food would put her in the mood. That evening as she lay on the bed watching TV, I tried again. “Kathy, I want to make love to you, not just have sex.”

“Do it then; I want to watch this program.” I went to kiss her thinking I could warm her up that way. “Get your head out of the way. How do you expect me to see the TV?”

So that was how the rest of the honeymoon went. I got sex of sorts every night and she got sex each morning when I sucked her off.

Not long after returning to our new home, Kathy surprised me by saying she was pregnant. “You can’t know if you are pregnant or not. We have only been married for a month.”

“ I am. I’m entering my fourth month.”

“But that means you were pregnant before we were married. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to spoil your honeymoon. Why, would you not have married me if you had known?”

“Of course I would have married you.”

“Then, that is why I am telling you now. Another reason is the doctor told me, that once I reach my fourth month, I should stop having intercourse. It could harm my baby. Oral sex is Ok, so we need to go back to what we used to do, that is suck me off, then jerk yourself off.”

“So, who is the father? Don’t tell me, I think I know. Its Doug isn’t it?”

“You are very perceptive dear. He is the real father but you have an important roll also as the pretend daddy.”

As the months went bye, I kept busy at work. Kathy was getting sex the way she liked it and fussed around getting the baby’s room ready and buying a crib, stroller, and stuff like that.

When the baby was born, the first thing I noticed was his light blond hair. Kathy has dark brown hair and my hair is black. Of course, Doug’s hair is blond.

A couple months later Kathy said, “Doug wants to come and see his son. As my son’s real father he has legal rights. He is concerned that if he comes, you are going to get all huffy. To show him there are no hard feelings, I want you to call him and invite him to dinner.”

“But, I don’t want him here. He has already caused to much trouble.”

“He is Douglas’s father, (why did she have to pick that name,) so he has every right. If you won’t let him come here, then I’ll take his son to him. If I go there, I’ll stay a few days to make it worth while. Is that what you want?”

“Of course not. OK, tell him he can come.”

“No,” Kathy said with a slight smile on her face, “I want you to telephone and invite him.” Since she had the baby, she had me doing most of the cooking and cleaning, saying she was to busy or to tired. I guess my full time job did not count. The night Doug was coming over she had me busy making dinner, while she had a bath and put on makeup.

When the doorbell rang, Kathy was sitting on the sofa, while I was in the kitchen. “Get the door dear,” Kathy shouted. I had to let him in, then return to the kitchen, while they sat on the sofa drinking white wine.

“Hurry up with dinner sweetie, we’re hungry.” I know she doesn’t mean it but her tone embarrasses me. They spent most of the meal talking to each other. I was starting to feel left out. When dinner was over, they had more drinks in the den, while I cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes.

When I came to join them, Kathy shocked me again. “I heard that it is very comforting to a mother, to have her child nurse on one breast while the child’s father nurses on the other. I want to try it. If this is to intense for you to watch, we’ll go upstairs.”

“But, I don’t think…”

“Come with me Doug,” Kathy said as she grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom and closed the door.

I was angry, jealous, and humiliated. I tried to watch television, but I could not concentrate. Finally I could not stand it any more. I had to go up and find out what was happening. I made my way quietly down the hall. When I got to our bedroom, the door was closed but by listening carefully I could hear most of what was being said.

First it was his voice. “Kathy, I have sucked both of your tits and it’s given me an aching hard on. It’s only fair, I sucked you, now it’s your turn to suck me.”

Then I could hear my wife. “I am a married women now. I shouldn’t be doing that anymore.”

“I’m not asking for a fuck, just a blow job. Come on, just open your mouth so I can stick it in.”

“I don’t do that for Billie so why should I aaah…”

I could hear what sounded like kissing, and then Doug’s voice again. “Oh, that felt soo good!”

“You devil, I didn’t say you could do that.”

Now I knew what had happened. It was obvious Kathy was choosing Doug over me. I had always done it her way; not any more. I went up to the spare bedroom where I slept most nights, packed a suitcase, and left the house. Taking only the car, she could have the house, I took the interstate, headed south toward warm weather. From now on I was going to do it my way.



I Did It My Way



When this story begins I'm a 29 years old guy who loves Anne of all my heart. In my humble opinion she is the most perfect wife in the whole world. She is beautiful, she is clever, she has great sense of humor and she says that she loves me of all her heart. The only problem is that she is not my wife, she is married to Roland Lindal, a real "mother's darling" and not very happy with that.

I met her on occasion. I had never seen her before when she came to my table at a crowded lunch restaurant and asked if she could share the table with me. Of course I accepted of several reasons. She was one of the prettiest women I've seen in a long time. Her sweet smile almost melted me when she said, "It's very kind of you, many thanks."

"You're welcome. I wish it been a dinner instead of a lunch."

She continued smiling when she replied, "Who knows, it can be your lucky day today?"

Thereafter we had a pleasant small talk about daily matters. I had noted her wedding ring and didn't expect anything further to happen. But when she was ready to go she opened her handbag and wrote her name and a phone number on the backside of a receipt and told me, "It was your lucky day today. I look forward to the dinner." And then she left.

I'm working as a real estate agent for a successful company and doing fair money. I use to have good luck in business but bad luck with women. As a money making single I had no problems to find handsome "party girls" to cheer up my limited spare time and even live with some of them now and then but as soon a genuine party girl hears the word "family" she use to get cold feet and disappear. I knew that many married men envied me for my short time relations and possibilities of fucking so many different, usually good-looking girls. But when all my old friends had got a family I began to envy them and be fed up with my present way of living. 

Jill, the last one was so far the worst. I met her at a party, brought her home with me for a "one night" and two days later she had installed herself in my apartment. She was very good in the bed but almost worthless at all other matters. She could not cook, she never cleaned anything, and she threw her clothes everywhere in the apartment, which usually looked as a pigsty. It was my turn to get cold feet when Jill, the last women of all I knew whom I wanted to marry, told me that she had made a final decision to get a family and asked me of I was interested. My interest for getting a family had immediately faded away when she surprised me with her unexpected question. Somehow I avoided further talk about that matter and she never mentioned it again until one evening when she told me that she had good and bad news to tell me.

She told me that a nice shy guy at her job was obviously much more seriously interested of her than I was and he had told her that he was happy to have her moving to his place. She had decided to do that if I had no better suggestion for her. I didn't have any and wished her good luck for the future. Then she got mad when I asked her about the bad news which obviously had been that she left me. 

A few days after the pleasant lunch with Anne I rang her at her job and asked her if she remembered me and told her that my suggestion of a dinner was still valid. To my great pleasure I got the feeling that she sounded happy to get my call when she told me that I was not forgotten yet. She accepted my invitation for the dinner and she suggested the time, date and a small inn outside the town, which I accepted with great pleasure.

We met the next evening and had a very romantic dinner. She told me about herself that she had married a nice guy two years ago and the first year was very happy. Then she got surprisingly open-minded about their actual problems, which began when Roland's sister's man took a job in China. Roland's mother had been a real pain in his ass and when the company where he worked moved more of their production to China, he immediately volunteered to go there for two years for getting rid of the mother. Therefore Roland's mom came to our town and began to interfere in Anne's marriage. Anne had a serious quarrel with her Roland when he wanted to rent out a room in their three-room apartment to his mother and she had told him, "When your mother moves in, I move out." She won that battle but the mother found an apartment of her own in the neighborhood and visited them several evenings a week, which ruined both their family life and social life. Their worst problem now was that her husband wanted to have a child, which she refused during the present conditions. Thanks to the experiences from my job I was a good listener and avoided to say any negative comments about her obviously juvenile husband and his foolish mother. 

The main reason for my excellent results at my job was that I always listened carefully to my customers, which gave me time to find out and suggest the best solution for them. Not necessary the most profitable for me at the moment but a satisfied customer usually generated new customers who wanted my service. Though I never used any high-pressure sales tricks in my job for quick results my annual figures were usually much better compared to those who did it. 

I got immediately in love with Anne and understood that to get any success I must really be a good boy, not only pretend to be a such and all nasty tricks to get her laid had to be out of question. I praised her for doing the right things during difficult circumstances, promised to do my best to help her in all possible ways and gave her me my business card. 

After the dinner when we parted at the parking lot she hugged me, gave me a kiss on the chin and told me that she was happy because I had not done any attempts to persuade her to some kind of sex. I kissed her on the chin and replied that it is a dream but such dreams could only happen in the real life when two dreamers got the same dream at the same time. She gave me a quick kiss on my lips before she left me saying, "Keep dreaming, I'll call you for a date."

She did, as the first thing at the morning when she got to her job. We decided to have lunch at my apartment already the next day. Anne had got the rest of the day off from her work that day and I decided to get the same. She found my place without any problems and I was happy for had hired professional cleaners for a real cleaning of the mess Jill had left. The first thing she said after my welcome hug was a question, "Got any dreams since the dinner?"

"Plenty of them, all about the loveliest woman I know."

Then she hugged me again and whispered in my ear, "Even I have dreamt."

After the lunch, take away from the nearest restaurant, I took her to my bedroom, looked in her eyes and whispered in her ear, "Let our dreams come true."

They did, indeed. It was like a large dam had broken. She must been starving for real love. Strong feelings got loose and couldn't be stopped. To be honest, we didn't any attempts to do that either. Why miss such a great opportunity to get all our dreams fulfilled. It was only the third time we met but it felt like we had known each other for ages. Real love is a wonderful gift because that day I got the best sex I ever had in my whole life and I really did everything I could do to give even her an unforgettable day. When we were dressed again she told me, "I wish my husband was as you are."

I replied, "I wish I was your husband."

She looked deep in my eyes but did not reply. Both of us understood that it was the very beginning of the love story of our lives. Anne wasn't the first married woman in my life. I had fucked several of them but it had always been "quickies" at parties, conferences and such occasions. Anne was different; I was in true love with a married woman. That was a new and unusual experience for me. Now I really found out the big difference between making love and fucking.

I understood that if I wanted to win her forever, I had to do the most difficult sale I ever done. I had to sell myself and to be totally honest doing it. I knew that her husband had many advantages and I had to show her that I was a better guy even in many other ways than in the bed.

Anne told me that the sex with her husband had decreased down to a poor level. All he wanted was a quickie now and then. Convinced about that her husband would note some changes in her behavior and get suspicious sooner or later. I didn't feel sorry for him. Why should I? Though he had got such a great wife he wasn't able to get released from his mother's influence. 

I bought Anne a small cell phone which she could have keep at her job so we could send daily text messages to each others. I warned her to use her home phone or her own cell phone, which were the first things a husband checked. I even warned her for saying anything in her car because small voice operated recorders were available in all electronic stores and hiding one in her car could give him much information if she used the driving time for phone calls. 

We continued our meetings at my apartment as often she could sneak away. Sometimes she began her job one hour later but left home at average time. Sometimes she left it one or two hours earlier. Our sex-life grew to new heights; much because her husband had began to neglect her as some kind of silly punishment for their family disagreement. 

One day she sent me a message in which she was sure that her husband knew something because he had been a bit strange in his behavior against her. More quarrels about the child he wanted to have. I advised her began to do some new innocent errands during the evenings and check if she was tailed. 

The next day she reported that she had been to the library and was sure that he had tailed her in his mom's car. On her way home from the job she did a quick stop at the mall where I searched her car and found a small Japanese recorder under her seat. No doubt any longer. Her husband was trapping her. The question was what he wanted to do to her when he sooner or later got his evidence? Kick her out from the apartment? Was he a violent man? We had to decide what to do? I promised her to fix all necessary protection for her but she didn't want me to do anything for the time being. We decided to think about it and have a serious talk the next morning.

Anne rang me as soon as she was at her job the next morning and I told her my suggestion, get divorce from her husband and move into my apartment. She told me that she loved me very much but it was a big leap to take and she wanted to think about it in two weeks without any connection between us. 

Those two weeks lasted only four days. Then she rang me from her car. During one of their quarrels he had hit her. It was the second time he did it. The first time had been during a quarrel about renting a room to his mother. After she had seen him crying for hours while he promised never do that again, she had forgiven him then and told him that next time she left him. Now she had run to the neighbors, an army officer who went back with her to her apartment and kept her once again crying husband calm while she packed a suitcase and left him. I asked her to come to my place.

I met her on the street and when she came, we went immediately to a hotel where I paid a room in her name for two days and told them not to give any kind of information about her if somebody rang for it or came to see her. The hotel was an attempt to get Roland on a wrong track. I was sure that when he regretted what he had done he began searching for her at the hotels. Then I took Anne back to my place where she told me that it was her husband's mother who had told him to hit her and he had obeyed. Anne had a real black eye so he must have hit her rather hard. She stayed away from her job for a few days.

Then shit hit the fan the next morning. At nine o'clock she had got her cell phone filled with both text- and voice messages. In some of them he begged her to come home and promised to forgive all her whoring. In others he threatened her with find where she was hiding and beat the crap out of her. When she rang to her boss at noon he told her that her husband had rang there 50 times and demanded to speak to her. They had got enough and called the police who had promised to have a serious talk with him. When Anne called the hotel and asked if they had got any messages for her they told that a lunatic had rang every fifth minute asking for her until even they had called the police who obviously had got him calmed down. 

I couldn't help it but now I felt a bit sorry for Anne's husband who had been stupid enough to do everything wrong and therefore lost such a great wife. Why didn't he understand that they had serious problems? Why always chose his mother's side when she had been nagging at Anne about their private matters? Why allow the mother to do that at all? Of course, no man wants to have or to accept a cheating wife but he could probably saved his marriage if he had understood that it was his own fault when she began to look for happier alternatives. He could taken the first signs of it as a serious warning that he was going to lose her if he didn't do a complete turnabout and promised Anne a new beginning from zero without his mother involved. 

Then the mess got even worse. The soon to be ex-husband succeed to find out the hotel where Anne had a room as a wrong track for him. He went to the hotel and when the clerk had refused to tell him Anne's room number he had turned totally mad and hit him hard and began to throw things in the lobby. The police had taken him to a mental hospital where they could keep him for 24 hours. His mother had got furious when she heard about her son taken to the hospital and gone to Anne's job screaming about "shameless whores". 

Anne didn't feel very well and I did my best to comfort her. She felt a terrible remorse for the pain and problems she had caused her husband when she left him. But she knew that a man who had hit his wife twice usually did it again and the next time he did it of a far less reason. To my great relief she didn't see any way back. Cheating is an easy game to play but a few participants thinks how much crap there can appear afterwards. Anne's husband calmed down by on by but continued try to connect her at her job at least once a day though he now had got a court order not to do any attempts to contact her. I'm sure that I could put a stop to that but Anne had forbidden me to do anything to him. She made it clear that any interference from me against Roland could ruin my relation to her.

At last he even found out that I was Anne's new boyfriend and came to my job for me. After some screaming and shouting about what he wanted and intended to do to me he calmed down and began sobbing about how much he missed her. He even listened to me when I explained for him that it wasn't I who I had taken Anne away from him because it was he himself who had hit her away. He shakes my hand when he left. 

A divorce without any children involved is a quick affair and when Anne's was final we married at a Wednesday at the town hall with only two clerks as witness. That night she got released from all problems, which had haunted her for the last months. We ended up in a memorable wedding night with great sex. Once again we felt us flooded away to unlimited pleasures just like our first afternoon at my apartment. Next Saturday evening we had rented the clubhouse at my golf club where we had party for our friends and relatives.

During the party I had gone out for getting some fresh air and was sitting on a bench behind some bushes when I heard Anne and one of her friends came out for the same reason. They stayed just outside the door and didn't see me when they began talking.

The friend asked Anne, "You didn't wasted any time before jumping into a new marriage. Do you think this Michael will be better than Roland?"

"Yes, I really hope so."

"How can you be so sure? You have only known him for a short time, haven't you?"

"Yes, but he knows that I don't hesitate to dump a lousy husband. And if I'll do my very best to be a good wife I'm sure Michael will do his best to be a good husband." 

"Does he know about the others?"

"There are no others. Michael has been my one and only lover since we met. This time I'll keep all my wows and will be a faithful wife."

"What about your boss? Does Michael know about him?"

"I dumped him before Michael and I did anything for the first time. Michael doesn't know because he's never asked me. If he had, I've told him the truth." 

"There went your promotion." 

"And so what? I don't care about that damn promotion any longer. I love my husband and both of us want to have a family as soon as possible. I will be away from the job for a long time for rising our kids." 

"Oh my God, are you already pregnant?"

"Of course not. I've only been married three days. But Michael and I are doing our best."

Why should I care about what Anne had done before we met. I was a lucky guy who at last had got the best thing a man can get, a handsome loving wife.