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Introduction to Bryce Ch. 01

By: LovingMyWife



Monica

My wife Monica and I have three children that we love dearly. She's a stay-at-home-mom and since we don't have any family close-by, we rarely get any alone time, much less anything like the child-free weekend my parents gave us on our anniversary last year. We decided to save some cash and just drive the few hours to Houston and stay in a decent hotel. We shopped online for a deal on a room and managed to get a great suite in a 4-star hotel with a separate bedroom, Jacuzzi, and small kitchen.

Monica is 45, I'm 40, and we both still look much the same as when we met in college, just a lot wiser, more experienced, and much more in tune with our desires. My wife is a beautiful, full-figured woman with long brown hair and gorgeous, firm DDs. They were probably Cs when we got married, but 3 pregnancies and 14 years have really turned them into a big set of spectacular tits straight out of my fantasies! Those beauties have always been my favorite part of her and my constant groping of them at home sometimes annoys her, but you can tell she still appreciates how much she turns me on. She's a very modest woman and has worn many outfits, dresses, and shirts over the years to try to make her breasts look smaller, but they are always right out there, drawing the gaze of every man she passes!

I've always been a little on the thin size with very short brown hair, an aging but still athletic build, only slightly hairy all over, and deep blue eyes. I wear glasses and dress casually most of the time, coming off as pretty easy-going and low-key. I'm soft-spoken and tend to blend in with crowds. If you saw us in public, you wouldn't give us a 2nd glance. And you certainly wouldn't know I'm carrying around an average-width 8-inch cock with just a little hair around the base I like to keep trimmed short. And even though Monica has always been a good Catholic girl, she LOVES to lick and suck my balls every chance she gets! She cannot get enough of my huge testicles and requests that I keep them shaved all the time. And, of course, I comply!

Before the Trip

I left work a little early on Friday, so we could make the drive to Houston before it got too late. By the time I got home, my parents had already picked up the kids and were on their 6-hour drive back home. I had been horny most of the day thinking about the weekend coming up and I arrived with a full erection. I burst in the front door and was ready to get started immediately, but Monica had stacked the luggage and a few other items by the front door and was bustling around in the kitchen tidying up a bit (She hates to come home to a messy house). I threw off my shoes and flew into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around here. I told her I loved her and gave her a long, deep kiss, whispering in her ear, "I've been waiting for this for so long. I can't wait to have you."

She reached down and felt my erection and said, "Yes, I can see that. But we have to get on the road. You know I don't like to drive in the dark, especially around those maniacs in Houston!"

I gave her a sigh and a slight frown which changed her tune quickly. Her next few words were music to my ears. "Maybe we can take care of that real fast before we leave? Nothing too long and no penetration."

"Fine!" I took off upstairs and ran into the bedroom. I stripped in a matter of seconds and was in the bed before my sweet wife walked through the door.

"Holy shit that was fast!"

"Well, you said we didn't have much time", I responded.

She snickered under her breath, then told me to move to the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I did as I was told and she went right to work, kneeling between my legs and licking my left testicle with a long, slow, warm stroke. Monica then very lightly placed her thumb and finger around the head of my cock and began rubbing up and down in very short, rhythmic strokes. Her tongue then moved its loving attention to my right testicle, licking it several times before taking it into her soft, wet mouth. She squeezed it between her lips just enough to cause very brief pain that sent my entire body into shivers in unbelievable ecstasy, leaving me on the knife-edge of intense pleasure and fear. She moved her mouth back to my left nut and licked and sucked on it while continuing to stroke the head of my dick with her hand.

"Here, you do it," she said as she let go of my rock-hard cock and cupped both my balls in her now-free hand. She squeezed them tightly, showing no mercy. This caused me to involuntarily throw my head back while letting out a few short, uncontrollable breaths and a barely audible "Oh God."

I wrapped my hand around my thick dick as she had asked. The tip of my thumb just reached the tip of my middle finger. The shaft of my huge rod had been ignored since we started, so the warmth of my own touch was a nice relief. She wasted no time in sucking my entire sack into her mouth as I nearly lost it. "I think I could cum just by you sucking on them like that." Monica didn't say a word as she grabbed my motionless hand and moved it up and down on my unit. With her still licking and sucking madly on my balls, I only lasted a few strokes before exploding onto my stomach and chest. I had not masturbated in over a week in anticipation of this weekend, and this release showed it! I had cum alternately squirting and oozing out of the end of my dick, pooling in the center of my chest and sliding off of both sides onto the bed. A few more strokes by my own hand and a few light tongue dabs at my balls finished me off. I don't think I had ever cum that much. Or that fast!

"Don't move, let me get a towel," she said in a panic, hoping not to have to change the sheets before we left. She returned from the bathroom in a matter of seconds and wiped me down all over. Not a drop was left on me and only a few drops got onto the bed. She shook her head slightly at the remnants on the sheets and rolled her eyes before blurting out, "That's fine. Now let's go before the freeway fills up with the rush-hour traffic."

Introduction to Bryce Ch. 02



Houston

The three-hour drive to Houston was unfortunately uneventful. I was hoping that maybe I could slip a finger or two into her delicious snatch while we were driving or get her to stroke me a little, but Monica prefers not to play around in traffic. Not a big deal to me since the weekend was just starting.

We left before our hometown rush-hour traffic started and arrived in Houston after 7:00, so the driving was smooth and easy. We got to the hotel just in time: there were only two parking spaces remaining in their parking garage that's free to guests. She smiled and winked at me and said, "Good job," after the garage attendant informed us of our good fortune.

The lobby was packed. There was some type of conference starting the next day at the hotel, so there were dozens of people all checking in at the same time. It was obvious this was going to take a while, so I asked Monica, "Sweetheart, you wanna go wait somewhere for me, let me check in, then come and get you after I get the key?"

She scanned the packed lobby, probably looking for a quiet corner to sit and wait. Monica hates crowds so I knew she would not want to stand around in this parade of mostly nerdy-looking 30-to-50-year-old men. "There's a bunch of sofas over there in the corner behind the bar. Doesn't look too crowded over there," she concluded.

"Yea, that's a great spot," I said. "Looks like it's a free Wi-Fi lounge." Why don't you take your laptop with you and order a drink if you want? She gave a nod, and I was relieved to get rid of one of the six bags I was lugging in that long line. I gave her a couple of $20 bills, kissed her on the cheek, and warned her about connecting to any router other than the hotel's. For the first time since we arrived in the big city, we were about to be apart in a room full of men, so an immediate feeling of panic and jealousy came over me. She had only gotten a few steps away, so I inspected her hand to see if she had on her wedding ring. Nope. Then I remembered while traveling, she always kept her jewelry in her change purse in the bag she had hung over my shoulder as we got out of the car. She always said that wearing jewelry in the city catches the eyes of all the muggers. I've been married too long to know better than to argue over something so trivial.

So I watched my own wife's shapely ass in her favorite beige jeans as she strolled across the crowded hotel. It was probably only 30 seconds, but so many men stopped whatever they were doing—walking, talking, texting—to watch my wife, I kept repeating under my breath, "Ok. Any day now. Hurry up. They're looking at you." I knew instantly that all these men were ogling and fantasizing about my wife. I felt irritated by all the attention, but I couldn't ignore the enormous pride either. All these men were looking at my wife, MY wife. Damn was I a lucky man, I thought.

Monica took a seat at the back corner of the open lounge. It had about a dozen red leather sofas pointing in all directions, with a few side tables and concrete planters mixed in. Half of the sofas were occupied with middle-aged men working on their laptops or smartphones. I think I saw only one other woman, dressed in business attire and glasses, having what looked like a serious conversation on her expensive-looking phone. Monica in her casual jeans and long-sleeve t-shirt looked quite out-of-place. She sat down on the far sofa, directly facing me, and crossed her feet up on the table in front of her. She opened her laptop, and I glanced over occasionally to see confused looks on her face. After a few minutes, she closed the computer and set it aside, instead taking out one of our favorite country-style decorating magazines.

Bryce

I kept checking the time and only moved up about 3 spots in line over the next half-hour. I was bored stiff and got so caught up watching the five people who were obviously travelling together having an argument with one of the hotel employees, I never saw where the man--now sitting next to my wife--came from. Even though I was watching from at least 60 feet away, this appeared to be one very good-looking guy. He was clean-shaven with dark brown hair--almost black--and dressed in jeans and a pretty snazzy-looking long-sleeve buttoned black shirt. His muscular arms bulged against the sleeves and I could make our just a hint of dark chest hair poking over the top button. He was sitting with his legs spread, leaning forward over his own laptop but staring straight at my wife's big hazel eyes. He was doing a lot of talking and she seemed to be transfixed by his voice, never once looking away.

After a few more minutes of his blathering, she opened her laptop again and handed it directly to him! Wow, my wife who naturally distrusts strangers meets some guy in a hotel lobby and hands her new computer over to him in just a few minutes?? "Who is this guy," I thought. A few seconds later, he gave her computer back to her and she had a huge smile on her face, then pointed toward me and waved. I waved back and the stud who'd been schmoozing my wife also waved. Weird. She put her laptop back in her bag and they both got up and walked toward me. This was getting weirder.

They reached me just as I was finishing up with the hotel clerk. I grabbed the room keys and paperwork and turned around to face them both.

"Bryce McAllister," he said firmly as he reached out his hand like an old friend.

"I'm Lee and I see you've already met my wife Monica," I responded with a slightly raised eyebrow I was trying to hide.

"Yes, I was just showing Monica which Wi-Fi router to connect to. There musta been a dozen or so showing up on her laptop, and you can never be too safe, you know?"

I was starting to like this guy already. Offering my wife a helpful hand? And knows his technology? And judging by the sly glances he was throwing at my wife as she walked toward me, it seemed like we had a LOT in common!

Monica piped in, "Hey Babe. Bryce was just telling me he's from Idaho. You know how I've always wanted to move there!"

"Idaho? What brings you to Texas?"

"I'm actually going to the University of Houston. Working on my masters in mechanical engineering. I just got out of a meeting a few minutes ago with other lecturers participating in tomorrow's sessions. Was about to head back home. But it's like an hour's drive and I wanted to check my email before I left. Expecting a new project assignment by one of my professors."

"Oh, so you're going to be lecturing tomorrow? Wow, that's pretty cool. What topic are you talking about," I asked as I noticed Monica out of the corner of my eye standing slightly behind Bryce staring at his ass before moving her focus to his broad shoulders.

"It's on a new manufacturing efficiency methodology I'm writing my thesis on. The theory is only 2 years old, so there aren't too many experts out there, as you can see here, since they only managed to get a grad student to speak at this conference."

Wow, this guy really had it together, I thought. He seemed very smart, spoke very well, was undoubtedly very handsome, was quite muscular, and even smelled good. Yes, I was getting a little jealous. And the way my dear wife was looking him up and down repeatedly certainly didn't help matters.

Monica and I had discussed her fantasy of having two men at once for several years, but we both agreed that it was too risky to follow through with. What if I couldn't handle the jealousy? What if the guy fell in love with her? What if it drove a wedge in our marriage? What if he opened his big mouth and our friends or family found out? These things scared the shit out of us, and we both concluded that the only way it would work is if it were some guy that was a stranger, had no mutual friends, and didn't live close. Bryce seemed to fit the bill perfectly, but it had been months since we had joked about the idea, so I still wasn't quite convinced she was serious about it.

"Well, I gotta get going. I gotta get some reading and studying in tonight before my long day tomorrow. It was great meeting you guys and I hope your anniversary is everything you want it to be."

These last words caused a bell to ring in my head! Could "everything you want it to be" mean what I thought it meant? He started toward the revolving door and I glanced over to see my beautiful wife at my side watching Bryce's ass in his tight jeans and cowboy boots and uncontrollably raise her eyebrows. She was obviously impressed. I took off after him but he already made it through the door. Once outside, I saw he'd taken a left and was walking down street, presumably toward his car. I caught up with him in a few seconds and clearly startled him.

"Hey Bryce, you're coming back here tomorrow, right? Why don't you give me a call and maybe you can join us for lunch or something?"

"Yea, Lee, that would be cool. My last lecture actually gets over around 11:30 and I'm free the rest of the day. So I'll give you a call then?"

"Yea, that'd be great," I said and gave him my cell phone number.

He shook my hand again, said "Good night," and walked off down the dimly lit sidewalk. I watched him walk away and knew instantly what excited my wife so much. This guy DID have a nice ass. For a guy, that is.

After a 15-minute wait for an available elevator, we finally made it up to our suite on the 23rd floor. It was the nicest room we'd ever stayed in, but it wasn't quite as luxurious as the pictures and descriptions we saw on the Web. Still, two nights in this place with my lovely Monica was going to be a real treat.

We were pretty exhausted from driving and the long wait in the lobby, so we both hit the sack after quickly changing clothes. A casual peck on the lips and we were out within minutes, even forgetting to turn on the heat on this chilly night.

The Dream

I was startled awake by a very short outburst: "Fuck me!" There was a soft orange glow of early sunrise peeping through the narrow gap in the curtains. I turned my head to the right only to see a flashing "12:00" on the clock on the bedside table. So I reached over and glanced at my cellphone. 6:48.

I lay very still, not knowing if that "fuck me" I thought I heard was real or in my dreams. It was probably just the room next door, I thought. The bed seemed to be moving a little, back and forth, and I was starting to make out the sound of staggered breathing next to me. I looked over, but continued to lie very still and quiet. Monica had pushed the covers to the side, which was surprising because it was so freakin' cold. Her hair was strewn all over the place and her pillow was nowhere in sight. She was lying on her back looking the other way, her hips gyrating in a circular pattern with her knees slightly bent and her legs spread wide. Her t-shirt was pushed just up over her tits and she was holding her left breast in her hand, and I became transfixed on her nipple as she rubbed, pinched, and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. My mouth and eyes were now wide open and my cock was at full attention. Wow, what a sight!

I shook my head slightly, as if to wake myself from this dream. I looked down and watched her soft belly and sexy bellybutton for a while before continuing south to see how busy her right hand was. She had three fingers stretched out flat rubbing her clit and labia in long, slow strokes. The crotch of her panties were bunched up in a drenched clump and didn't even need to be pushed aside for her to gain access to her most sensitive areas. The white lace barely resembled fabric at all anymore and looked more like a few threads bunched together.

I continued to lie still, pretending to be asleep. I did not want to interrupt this show!

"Oh Bryce, fuck me," I heard in a faint whisper.

"Umm, wow. Ok, that's weird," I thought (hopefully not out loud). I knew she would not want me to overhear such an embarrassing moment, so I pretended to snore very loudly, hoping to remind her I was still there.

Still, she continued, increasing her pace, and her left hand had now moved its attention to her right tight, grabbing it hard, this time digging her fingernails into it. She breathed through clenched teeth and was now rubbing her clit with even more force, using her entire hand flat against her pubic bone. Her head thrust back and her chest and tits lunged into the air. Monica held this arched position for several seconds, then threw herself back down onto the bed, never releasing her right hand from its assigned mission. She threw her left hand onto the bed and grabbed the sheet in her fist.

This was getting pretty embarrassing for her, I thought, so I finally said in a soft voice, "Monica?"

She continued, obviously ignoring me. Like most married men, I don't like to be ignored, but this spectacular sight might be the only exception.

"Monica," I said a little more loudly. Then in almost a shout, "Monica!"

Her eyes opened and she released her grasp on the sheet. Her right hand came up instinctively to pull her hair back from her face. As she touched the side of her face, she looked slightly confused and looked at her glistening hand. She then raised her hand and looked down, gradually figuring out what was going on. In a matter of seconds, she pulled the covers back, hiding herself from view and began looking around. She reached up behind the head of the bed and pulled her pillow back up, restoring it to its rightful place behind her lovely head of hair. Only then did she realize I was staring at her.

"What?" she asked with an air of panic she was trying to conceal.

"Sorry, I think you were having some kind of nightmare," I lied.

She looked relieved, then her expressions went from surprised to a blank stare to a slight smile, then a wicked grin. She took a deep, barely audible breath between the tiny gap in her wonderful red lips and said, "That wasn't a nightmare. I was having a naughty dream about you." Her volume lowered almost to a whisper, "You wanna fuck?"

Morning Delight

My eyebrows raised, and at this point several things were going through my head. First of all, I was pretty sure I heard her yell out Bryce's name. Hard to confuse that for "Lee." And she just lied to me about that, attempting to convince me it was her dear husband in her dream, but I figured I'd keep that to myself for now. I was feeling a little jealous, but it was a dream after all. Now keep in mind that Monica is somewhat self-conscious and rarely had sex in the morning. She always likes to shower first, so this was completely out-of-character for her. And finally, was my own wife going to be thinking about another man while we made love?

She squinted her eyes at me, apparently alarmed that I had to think about it first. "Did you hear me? Do you wanna fuck or not," she said with noticeable agitation in her voice.

"Yes, of course!" I blurted out. Never had I turned down copulation with this woman, and after the show I just witnessed and as horny as she obviously was, I wasn't going to start this morning!

She threw the covers away from her entire body in one swipe, then reached under the covers on my side, straight for my engorged member. Grabbing its girth across the front of my boxers, she said in a somewhat surprised tone, "Wow, you're already hard. Damn."

I just smiled back at her, not sure how to respond, definitely not wanting to reveal that I'd become excited while watching her dream-fuck another man for the past few minutes. I kicked the remaining covers completely off the foot of the bed and raised my knees up to strip off my only remaining garment.

Monica slid off what now barely resembled panties and was about to throw them on the floor when I grabbed her arm, forcing her hand and the panties it was clutching up to my face. I directed the soaking crotch to my mouth, then rubbed her sweet pussy juice from my lips up to my nose. I inhaled her essence in one long breath before taking her underwear from her hand. She stretched her left leg across my stomach and straddled me while pulling her t-shirt completely off and throwing it back over her head. Without hesitation she leaned forward, raised her ass a little, and began rubbing the pre-cum-soaked head of my throbbing dick down the narrow channel of her drenched labia.

The next thing I knew a giant breast was being shoved in my mouth and I dutifully began sucking hard on an erect nipple. My head was forced so hard back onto my pillow, I couldn't really see what was going on. Monica wasted no more time and in one motion lowered herself all the way onto me as the wettest, tightest cunt I'd ever felt swallowed all 8 inches of my manhood at once.

The suffocating tit finally released me from its pinning grip, but all I could get out was "Holy....oh my God...oh fuck," as she raised up almost all the way off of me and slammed back down with intensity I'd never seen from her before. Her eyes were closed and squinted and her face wrinkled in deep concentration as she screamed out, "Yes!"

"Holy shit you're so fucking wet. I want to taste you," I blurted out.

She never opened her eyes or changed her expression while whispering, "Shut up." Monica flung herself up and down my shaft several more times, her huge breasts swaying menacingly over my face. I raised my head in a meager attempt to catch one but only managed to suck one nipple into my mouth for a few seconds.

"Oh fuck!" I repeated as she continued this abuse of my organ.

"Oh God I'm gonna cum!" she said out loud as her pace quickened and her thrusts shortened. "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"

She came hard. Very hard. I could feel her juices flowing down my cock, right onto my sack, then down the crack of my ass.

She continued in very long, slow thrusts a few more times, then sat upright, still with my cock in her snatch and began rubbing her clit. Just a few circles around her love button with her fingers before commanding me again, "Get behind me."

She rolled off of me and got up on her knees, facing away. I turned over, raised up, and prepared to penetrate her from behind. I grabbed my still-hard cock and was astonished at how lubricated she had left it. A fleeting thought passed through me of how easy it would be to slide my slippery penis all the way into her beautiful asshole, which was now pointed directly toward my face, open wide, as if begging me to explore her tightest of orifices. Remembering that we hadn't done anal in more than a decade, I continued on the approved plan. Using my left hand on the top of her ass to steady her, my right handed guided my willing prick between her glistening pubic hairs toward her fire-red pussy. I paused for a moment to stick one finger just an inch or two deep and then to admire one of my favorite sights of my life: Monica's absolutely gorgeous love nest expanded wide after a good fuck and dripping with her own juices. "Please let me taste you, sweetheart," I begged. "I want to lick your juices out of our cunt. Please let me! You know how much I like that."

"No. Tonight," she said. "Just fuck me now!"

I let out a quiet sigh and felt fortunate that she probably didn't see or hear it, facing the other way. I sucked the few juices off of my finger that I managed to extract from her, then quickly grabbed my cock again and rested the head at the opening of her pulsating twat. I was about to ease it into her, but her patience had apparently run out and she pushed back against me. Like before, the entire 8 inches went in very smoothly. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed her off, pulling nearly completely out of her. I gently thrust back into her, this time pulling her ass into my stomach as hard as I could.

"Oh yes, like that!"

Monica never talked much during sex before, so this was a brand new experience for me. And I freakin' loved it! It felt like the best fucking we'd ever had, and I didn't want it to end.




Introduction to Bryce Ch. 02



She turned to lie her head down flat to the right as she moved her left hand back and started rubbing her clit so quickly, it was nothing like I'd ever seen from her.

I continued pounding all the way into her, pulling her ass back into me with each thrust. I noticed her asshole seemed to open wide with each penetration, as if it were trying to suck something in. I was transfixed on her gorgeous hole as I got into a steady, yet forceful, rhythm.

Monica's breathing started becoming more erratic and she yelled out, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder! HARDER!"

I broke my concentration on her anus and focused on simply fucking the hell out of my wife, as hard as I could, just as she requested. I pretty much always followed her orders in bed, such as dutiful husband is supposed to do.

My sex goddess then grabbed a handful of wrinkled sheet in her right hand and started yelling out in gradually increasing volume, "Oh God! Oh my God! Holy fuck! FUCK YES!" Her entire body began shaking in a pulsing orgasm. Her head twisted to the left, then back to the right, then back to the left. Her right hand stretched out beyond her head and grabbed the edge of the bed, pulling, as her left hand continued to work her clit a little more slowly.

"Oh God, I'm cumming!" I yelled out immediately. "FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!" I slurred as I threw my head back and thrust hard into her pussy again, both hands still firmly on her hips. I released a huge load of cum in her already-soaked pussy, pulling her ass as far back into me as possible again. The last few shots out of my cock came deep inside her, undoubtedly drowning her shaking cervix. I collapsed onto her back, and the weight of my body brought her knees out to her sides. I laid there for a few seconds then rolled off, back onto my side of the bed, spent.

She had a huge smile on her flushed face as she reached over and kissed me on the lips for the first time that morning. She turned over onto her back, closed her eyes, and stretched her arms and legs out. She brought her clenched hands up to her chest, crossing her arms, and continued grinning at me.

"Wow, that was incredible," I whispered, staring straight into her stunning hazel eyes. "That must have been some dream you had. Maybe you can tell me about it later?" I said in a low tone with a slight grin.

Monica's eyes grew wide, her nostrils flaring a little, then glanced nervously to the side for a split second. She took a deep breath then said with a noticeable stutter, "Y..y...yes, of c...course. Later." She was even trying to hide a bit of panic, but I continued to smile at her, knowing the truth.

She put a smile back on her face and said, "I'm going to take a quick shower, then after yours we can go downstairs and get some breakfast?"

"Yea, that'd be great," I agreed. "I'll just watch some TV till you get out."

Monica did always like her long showers, but this one seemed to drag on a little longer than usual. I put my ear up to the door several times when I thought I heard a grunt or something. One time, I distinctly heard the sound of my wife trying to muffle a moan, and I knew exactly what she was up to!

Her "shower" seemed to drag on forever. Meanwhile my imagination of what she might be doing in there brought my tool back up to full attention. I put my boxers back on to hide it in case she came out unexpectedly. I massaged my hard cock through my boxers for a few minutes, but I thought better of it and ignored it. I didn't want to waste any of my cum by myself on this exciting weekend!

Monica finally came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white hotel towel, with that tell-tale look on her face that she'd been naughty. After 14 years, I got pretty good at recognizing when she'd pleasured herself.

I took a quick shower, got dressed, and we had a nice breakfast in a cozy little quiet restaurant in the hotel.

"I wonder if that Bryce guy will actually call us today, or if we'll even see him again," she commented once during breakfast.

I thought back to how that young man was staring lustfully at my wife's ass the night before and replied, "Oh, I think we'll hear from him today. He seemed kind of lonely yesterday, and we're like the only people around that he knows." This last part sounded a little crazy that a man we only talked to for a few minutes "knew" us at all, but I had a very good feeling that he wanted to get to know us a LOT better!

Look for Chapter 3 soon...



Introduction to Bryce Ch. 03



After breakfast, we decided to take a walk around that part of the city and maybe do a little shopping. We spent at least an hour in a fascinating antique toy store. I didn't even know such a thing existed! After picking up a couple of Christmas gifts for the kids, we walked around the park across from the hotel (hand-in-hand) and enjoyed the very sunny Autumn day.

Just before noon, we were cuddling together on a bench watching all the kids playing in a fountain when my phone rang. It was Bryce. He informed me that he'd finally gotten out of the Q&A session after a lecture and hadn't eaten all morning.

"Dude, I'm starving. You guys wanna meet for lunch?"

"Yes, absolutely," I replied. "We're at that park across from the hotel, can't remember the name. There's a little café about a block south of the hotel with a red neon sign in the window. You wanna meet us there?"

"Yep, I'm leaving right now. See you there."

"Was that Bryce?" Monica's eyes were wide open in poorly concealed excitement, her gorgeous eyes looking greener in the shade under the tree. Her hair was covering a little of her forehead and her creamy white skin was a shockingly sexy contrast next to her naturally bright red, full lips. Luckily she hadn't had time before we left to put on too much makeup, so her adorable little freckles on her cheeks were exposed.

I grabbed her hand and gently kissed each sexy cheek, saying softly, "Yes, sweetheart, that was him. Ready to go meet him for lunch?"

Her eyebrows raised with anticipation as she futilely tried to suppress a wicked-looking grin. "Sure, I could eat," she tried to say nonchalantly.

When we got to the café, Bryce was there waiting for us. The sun was directly in his face, so he was wearing very dark sunglasses. As we approached, I had the strange feeling he was staring at my wife, up and down, undressing her in his mind. He took off his glasses and for the first time I noticed his light brown eyes, his pupils contracting quickly to the bright sunlight. He was wearing a dark blue suit, light blue shirt, maroon-colored tie, and some very nice, expensive-looking brown loafers. I was caught a little off-guard when his entire body turned to face my wife. He was looking at her face, but twice I caught him glancing down at the enormous curves her breasts were making through her tight, short-sleeved white top. I looked over and you could just make out the slight protrusion her nipples were making through her thick shirt.

I reached out my hand and he took it immediately, said "Good afternoon" and smiled. I put my left arm around my wife and pulled her close, as if to remind him that she was spoken for.

Bryce held the door open for us and as I let my wife enter, I caught a reflection of him in the glass once again staring at Monica's shapely rear end. There were very few customers in there, possibly because it was so cold, like an old ice cream shop. We grabbed a table by the front window, Bryce choosing the side in the sun. Our side of the table was in a dark shadow from the awning outside, and with the thermostat seemingly set so low, we were quite chilly.

We all ordered some simple subs then chatted for a few minutes about the conference and Bryce's lecture. He seemed to really enjoy discussing the complicated topic. I hadn't used the restroom since we left the hotel room hours ago, so I excused myself to the men's room at the back of the café. Before going in, I stood in the little hallway and watched my wife continue socializing with the stranger. She seemed to really be into him.

I finished pretty quickly but hung back in the dark hallway for a few more minutes checking the college football scores on my phone. I didn't realize how long I'd been when my wife came looking for me. I heard her footsteps and looked up to see her approaching. The first thing I noticed were her nipples were now poking through her shirt as if she were braless. I stared for a second, quite alarmed, but shook it off and smiled at her.

Bathroom Bash

"You'll never believe what he just told me," she said quickly. Her eyes were huge, she was breathing erratically, and she had a look of panic on her face. I looked at her curiously as she continued. "First he apologized like three times for what he was about to say, mumbling something about us being married and looking happy and not wanting to mess with that. It was so weird. He said he thinks it's wonderful we've been married for 14 years and has always wanted a marriage that would be as happy and last as long as ours."

"Ok, well that was nice of him. So why are you telling me this? You could have waited until I got back."

"No, that's not all," she continued. "He told me I was very beautiful and 'incredibly sexy', or something like that. He said I was 'stunning' and matched exactly the fantasy woman he's had in his dreams since high school. He said that if he could ever design a perfect woman that I would be what he had in mind."

"Wow," was all I could think of. This was pretty awkward. I looked around the corner and saw Bryce still sitting there, looking kind of nervous.

"I just wanted to tell you immediately so you knew what was going on," Monica explained. She grimaced a little then continued ,"and I have to admit to you that I find him very sexy and am turned on by him. Come here, let me show you something."

She grabbed my wrist and led me directly into the ladies' room, not even hesitating to see if it was occupied first. Luckily it wasn't. She then pulled me into one of the stalls and closed and locked the door behind us. She unbuckled her pants and pulled them down just below her waste. She grabbed the back of my hand, spread her legs apart a little, and placed my hand directly onto her pussy.

I was nearly speechless. She'd been alone with this man in a public place, fully clothed, and in less than 5 minutes, she was soaking wet. "What the fuck," I said and pulled my hand away, alarmed.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "You know this doesn't happen to me with other men. That's why I wanted to let you know immediately."

When she said this, my attitude relaxed and I no longer felt jealous or betrayed. I still felt like the one, special man in her life. I put my right hand back on her wet cunt, then grabbed the back of her head with my other hand and pulled her close, giving her a very deep kiss, my tongue slowly probing the deepest reaches of her mouth. She gave me her tongue and I sucked on it lightly as I pulled away.

"Wow, you're pretty fucking wet. That guy must really turn you on."

"Only a little! You're still the only man that really gets my juices flowing," she said unconvincingly.

I slid my middle finger between her pussy lips and inserted in only about an inch into her eager vagina. She closed her eyes just for a second, then opened them, shook her head, pulled my hand away, and said, "No, not here."

I tossed her policing hand to the side and cupped her snatch once more, easily sliding my middle finger two or three inches in this time. She grabbed my wrist more forcefully this time, telling me in a commanding voice, "Lee. No."

I grabbed Monica around the waste, spun her around, and pushed her back against the stall door.

"Wait," was all she could get out before I pinned her protesting arm against the door, shoving my tongue into her stuttering mouth and placing three fingers hard against her clit. She gasped and whimpered into my mouth as I roughly rubbed her clit with all three fingers in several hard strokes before forcing them into her tight pussy. Her knees buckled a little, then she spread her legs a little more, giving me even better access.

With one arm still held against her will to the stall door, she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me off of her mouth, quickly moving her lips to my neck. As I retracted my three fingers from her soaking cunt, she sucked my neck into her mouth, hurting me a little and causing me to jam all three fingers back in.

I continued finger-fucking my wife's splendid pussy until she bit my neck hard. I involuntarily pulled them back out before regaining focus and forcefully rubbing her clit again. I could hear her whimpering again as I began flicking her clit furiously with the tip of my middle finger.

Her entire upper body spasmed as her orgasm began, and I could feel her weight lean against me. This was my cue, so I ran the three fingers down her clit and back into her pussy, holding them there as her sweet vagina gripped my hand powerfully and filled with cum. I held her body in this position until her orgasm had fully stopped. Monica had her head on my chest and was breathing fast.

"Damn," I whispered as she pulled her pants back up. I opened the stall door slowly to make sure nobody had come in unnoticed, but the coast was still clear. I had gotten worked up myself, so I washed and straightened up to try to hide what we'd been up to, giving Monica a few minutes to compose herself and calm down.

As we slowly snuck back out toward the dining area, I thought for a moment, then got very, very excited about this opportunity to fulfill our long-time fantasy. "Well, if you like him that much, how about if we go out with him tonight to see a movie or something?"

Her eyes seemed to light up again instantly. "Yes," she said alarmingly fast with unbelievable enthusiasm. She caught herself and toned it down quickly, "Yea, that would be fun."

"Ok, well let's go ask him and see if he's up for it," I replied.

She agreed but hung back as I started walking back to the table. I glanced back to see what was wrong. She whispered loud enough for only me to hear, "Sorry, I can't go back like this. I don't want him to figure out what state I'm in right now."

"You're in Texas," I joked. But she just gave me an eyeroll and said, "You go set something up with him. I'll be back after I calm down."

I agreed and rejoined Bryce at the table. "I saw Monica by the restrooms." I gave him a big grin, trying to convey that I knew how he felt about my wife, without having to say it out loud. I don't know if he got it or not. "Anyway, we were wondering if you wanted to go see a movie or something tonight?"

"Oh, that would be great! I've been studying so much lately, I haven't seen a movie in like a year."

"Cool. You wanna meet us here then? How about 6:00 in room 872? We'll get something to eat and find a movie in the big mall down the street."

"Yea, man, I'll be at your room at 6:00. 872."

"Ok, well Monica said not to wait for her. Said she's gotta make a phone call and she'll just see you tonight. Bryce seemed to understand the hint and grabbed his jacket and tie off the chair next to him, which I had not even noticed before, but he must have removed while we were in the restroom.

He stood up with his jacket folded in front of him, said "already, see ya later," and then left. When he got outside, I noticed him putting his jacket back on, and then became very aware of what he was trying to hide: a huge bulge in the front of his pants. This dude had a massive erection. I wondered to myself how big his penis must be to produce such a huge bulge.

Monica reappeared almost immediately and said to me in a whisper, "did you see his pants?" She apparently had been watching from the hallway.

"No, why," I fibbed.

She said, "Oh nothing," trying to suppress another grin.

"Well, he's gonna meet us at our room at 6:00 and we'll go to the mall for a movie and dinner," I informed her.

My wife just smiled.

We were exhausted by the time we got back to her room and just rested and napped for the rest of the afternoon.

Room 872

I was awoken by my Monica's sweet voice at around 4:30. "You need to go get in the shower now. I'll take mine after you. Looks like the weather's getting pretty bad."

I looked outside and it was sprinkling and very dark already. Obviously a bad storm was near us and I was hoping it would pass before we left.

I had a nice, hot shower and shaved, including down where she likes me to keep the hair off. I didn't know what was going to happen the rest of the weekend, so I needed to keep myself ready for her just in case.

When I got out of the bathroom, she was sitting on the edge of the bed just in her underwear, watching the news. It was a bit of an odd sight. I said, "shower's open."

She smiled, stood up, and walked toward the shower. I paused and gently grabbed her arm as she walked by me.

"Sweetheart, does Bryce really turn you on that much? If so, then you know the fantasy we've always talked about? Well, if you think this might be the right guy, I'm ok with it."

Her face lit up like she'd just won the lottery. Then forcing herself to calm down, she said, "Yea, he's kind of cute. But I don't know if I could ever go through with it. It's always been just a fantasy. I'm not sure if I could really do it."

"Well, don't worry, baby," I said. "If you feel like it's not the right guy, then that's ok. I'm ok with whatever you're comfortable with."

Once again her eyes grew huge and she tried to suppress a grin. "Ok, I hear you. Then we'll see." She closed the bathroom door behind her and I heard the tub running a few seconds later.

I sat on the bed in my underwear and glanced at the TV. Just some boring news show. I clicked the "Channel Return" button to get it back onto the sports channel where I was watching the football game earlier. But instead of sports, I got something unexpected. Porn. Very raunchy porn. It was two guys screwing a skinny blonde chick with fake boobs. "Definitely not my type," I said out loud. I always did hate fake boobs and skinny women. The banner across the bottom corner of the screen is what caught my attention next: "DP Marathon Saturday" it said.

It only took me a second to put two and two together. While I was in the shower, my sweet, innocent wife had been watching double-penetration porn, in only her underwear. This was getting interesting.

I opened the bathroom door and found her completely naked, sitting on the edge of the tub, shaving her legs.

She just smiled at me and said, "Hey, just shaving. I'll get in the shower in a minute."

"Oh no problem," I said. "Just wanted to watch for a minute."

After her shave, she closed the shower curtain and bent over to turn on the shower, her dazzling ass staring me right in the face. The angle gave me a perfect view of her delectable pussy and tight asshole. Something was different though. It took me a moment to realize that my sweet, innocent Monica had shaved her pubic hair around her pussy lips and higher into a cute little landing strip. In fact, ALL the public hair on the back side of her pussy was now gone, smoothing out the surface all the way back to her anus.

I think she realized I was staring at her, so she looked around at me, smiled and said, "Watcha lookin' at?" She kept glancing back and forth between my face and my growing erection in my briefs. I just smiled back in embarrassment.

"I see you shaved a little more than normal," I responded with a grin.

"Oh you noticed? Do you like it?" She now had a huge smile on her face. "That's not the only thing I'm about to do that's unusual. I'm gonna take a special shower and make sure EVERYTHING is ready for tonight." Her smile changed into an evil grin and she gave a quick wink.

I smiled and exited, gently closing the door behind me. I was pretty sure I knew what this meant. The extra shave, "special" shower, and the DP marathon? This was definitely a side of Monica I had never seen. I couldn't wait to see what the night had in store.

Her shower was longer than normal, as expected. I passed the time switching back and forth between football and the marathon, fantasizing about what might happen to us that night. I was fully dressed in jeans and a button shirt by the time she came out. 

Chapter 4 coming soon...



Introduction to Bryce Ch. 04



THE STORM

Monica was half-dressed when she walked into the bedroom. She had on some light blue lacy panties, thigh-high gray stockings, and a very sexy bra in which you could see right through to her dark red nipples and areola.

I went up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then dropped to my knees and kissed her passionately between her breasts. She smelled and tasted so good! "Oh. Venom?" I asked, referring to her favorite perfume she wears when trying to seduce me. 

"Yep", she said with a smile. "Now let me finish getting dressed. It's 6 already."

She was right. I looked at the clock on the table and it said 6:01, so I went back into the main room to wait for Bryce. I got the newspaper off the top of the desk and started skimming the movie listings. I didn't really find anything interesting so I waited for my wife to come out to let her choose.

At around 10-after, she appeared and looked absolutely stunning. Over the undergarments I had already seen, she was wearing this erotic short grey dress that reached half-way down her thighs. This was nothing I'd seen from her before, and I was sure she hadn't worn anything that sexy when we'd gone out before. The tops of her stockings just barely reached the hem of her dress.

"Wow. You...look...amazing," I slurred, starting to feel dizzy just watching her.

"What, this old thing? I bought this years ago, but I never had a chan...I mean I never was in the moo...I mean, I never really felt like wearing it before. She turned and walked toward the window, obviously blushing.

By then, the weather had gotten pretty horrible. It was pouring rain, and visibility was terrible.

"Oh no," she said, sounding deflated and not looking back at me. "I really don't want to go out in this. My dress would be ruined; I don't think this is going to work. Maybe you should just call him and can..."

My cell phone began ringing, and she never finished her sentence. Bryce was calling from his car.

"Hey man, this weather is awful. Sorry I'm so late. There are accidents all over Houston, and the traffic is backed up everywhere. I'm about 10 minutes away now. If you guys want to cancel, I'll understand."

"Well, Monica was just saying she doesn't want to go out in this. I think that's wise. So why don't you just come on over and we'll get a pizza or something?" My wife's eyes lit up like the 4th of July.

Bryce agreed and said he was on his way.

I told Monica of the plan and she seemed very excited. "I'm gonna check my email before he gets here," I told her as I opened her laptop on the desk.

"Ok, I'll just watch some news or something," she told me and vanished back into the bedroom. I caught a narrow glimpse of her ass filling out that gray dress as she crossed through the doorway.

A few minutes later, she came back into the main room, looking as glorious as before and asked if she could check her own email.

I agreed and went back into the bedroom myself. I switched the TV on again and was floored when I found that the wife had been watching the double penetration marathon AGAIN before she left the room. "Wow, she did it again!" I thought.

A quiet knock at the door informed us our visitor had arrived, so I tuned the TV off quickly, hoping he hadn't heard any of the moans or heavy breathing. I went into the main room and saw my wife was standing by the computer watching me, then looking back and forth to the door.

I opened the door to see poor Bryce standing there, completely drenched from the rain, broken umbrella in hand. He had on black slacks and a gray polo shirt with a little wisp of chest hair sticking out the top, just like when we first met him the night before.

"You look like shit," I joked. What happened to your umbrella?

"As soon as I opened it next to the car, the wind ripped it open. I had to run the 3 blocks in that mess out there." He was gesturing toward the window, but I was sure his eyes were locked on the gorgeous sight in front of him. He looked her up and down, not blinking once, then forced himself to look back at me. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom and get cleaned up some?"

"Sure, man! It's in there. Let me know if you need any clothes or anything. My stuff should fit you if you want to borrow something." I pointed to the bedroom and he walked off, leaving his wet loafers by the door.

"Good evening, Monica," Bryce greeted my wife in a confident, yet quiet voice. With his back to me, he walked toward her, and she stood and shook his hand, as formally as two businessmen about to sign a contract. He smiled and headed off through the bedroom door. She was now looking him up and down and I could tell she once again liked what she saw. She smiled, and he continued into the bathroom and closed the door.

I chatted with Monica for a few minutes about Bryce, her dress, and the weather while we listened to our visitor take a quick shower. I was sitting across from my wife at the desk when Bryce peaked around the corner wearing a white hotel robe.

"Looks like my pants and shirt are pretty soaked. You got some jeans and a t-shirt or something I can borrow?"

"Sure, no problem. Honey, which bag did you pack my casual clothes in? I forgot to hang them up when we got here."

"Oh Lee, what would you do without me," she joked as she got up and walked toward the bedroom. "I'll get them for you, Bryce." Monica followed Bryce back to the bedroom and I heard them chatting quietly. I peeked into the room and saw her bent all the way over, rummaging through the bags on the floor under the table. Her dress was almost all the way up to her snatch and you could clearly see the tops of her gray stockings. Her tits were nearly fully exposed in the mirror in front of her. What an amazing sight this was.

"No, not in any of these," she said closing up the first three bags. "I think it's the green one." She reached for the bag in the very back, bending over even farther. This time her dress rode up her ass a little, exposing the crotch her lacy blue panties.

Bryce took a couple of steps to the right and tilted his head just a bit, obviously trying to get a better view of my wife's ass and pussy.

By this point, I was certain she was doing it just to get a rise out of him. And judging by the huge bulge in the front of Bryce's robe, it was working!

She pulled out a pair of my jeans and a t-shirt, stood up straight, and handed them over to Bryce. Her dress was still wrinkled up to her crotch, so she pulled it down with both hands. Her face turned beet red.

Neither of them noticed I was watching. Bryce leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes grew huge and she turned even redder. He took the clothes into the bathroom and she went to the mirror to fix herself a little. I continued to watch.

She turned to come back into the main room, but the light seeping from the small crack in the bathroom door seemed to have caught her attention. I couldn't see what she was watching, but she peered through the opening in the door, probably watching this hot stud dress. In less than a minute, her eyes glued to the happenings in the bathroom, Monica pulled up the front of her dress just slightly and began playing with her clit and pussy through her panties with her left hand. She did this for maybe a minute, then, looking slightly alarmed, pulled her dress back down and turned around quickly.

I walked back to the desk fast and sat down at the computer.

Monica came flying around the corner, quickly trying to recompose herself and pretending like nothing had happened. Her face was the same pink I've seen her get when she was very horny. "Hey, I think he's done."

"Cool," I said with a smile.

Ordering Dinner

Bryce walked into the room wearing my jeans and t-shirt, barefooted. We were about the same height, but these clothes seem to be a lot tighter on him. His thigh muscles stretched the jeans out tight and the t-shirt was so small on him, you could see the outline of nearly every muscle in his upper body. His muscular chest was still a little wet and his pecs where bulging through the shirt. His large biceps had the short sleeves of the tight t-shirt stretched to the max. "Thanks for the clothes, Lee. I'll get them back to you tomorrow if that's ok."

"No problem. Then that means we'll see you again in the morning?"

Bryce nodded and told us that his schedule on Sunday was the same as Saturday. "I can see you guys in the morning, but I have to meet my advisor tomorrow at 1:00, so I won't have time for lunch."

"Well that's too bad. Maybe we'll meet you early for breakfast or something."

Bryce smiled and turned toward Monica, who'd been standing completely still the entire time, her mouth slightly ajar. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight, Monica," he said. "Lee is one lucky man. I hope I can find a woman like you for a long-term marriage too," he continued as he turned his attention back to me.

"Yes, she reminds me every day of how lucky I am too," I joked. "So you wanna order a pizza or something?"

"Not pizza," Monica said without removing her gaze upon Bryce. How about we just get room service. "Our treat?" she asked, looking at Bryce.

"Wow, that's really sweet of you, but you don't have to do that," he replied.

"Don't be silly honey, you're our guest," she responded quickly. It did not escape me that she just called him "honey".

Bryce looked at me, as if seeking my approval.

"Absolutely, man," I said. Take a look at the room service menu over there by the phone and see what you like.

Bryce walked over and looked through the menu. "Wooooo, this stuff's pricey. There's a seafood feast here for 3. Includes lobster, shrimp, oysters, clams, scallops, and a house salad. I haven't had seafood in years!"

"Yea, that sounds good. You good with that baby?"

Monica nodded her approval.

I called downstairs and ordered the meal, along with a bottle of chardonnay and a dessert platter. "They said it'll be here in about 30 minutes," I told the two of them.

They both smiled, and then everything went silent. All three of us just looked at each other, not sure what to say or do next. I could feel the tension in Monica as she looked back and forth between us. She was extremely horny but was clearly trembling and nervous. I loved my wife more than anything in the world and would give her anything she wanted, but I was sensing that this may not have been the right time, place, or man to fulfill her longing fantasy. I certainly didn't want her to feel any pressure or to have any regrets. Something inside, though, told me she would not regret anything that might happen this particular evening. Maybe the storm was a sign.

"You know, I've been wanting to check out the pool downstairs. I was thinking about taking a swim in the morning. I want to see what it's like first. Bryce, you want to take a quick walk with me downstairs?"

"Sure, man. That'll be cool."

"We'll be back in a minute, honey," I told my wife, who looked a little dejected.

I grabbed both room keys, then we left the room and walked toward the elevator. I was trying to work up the courage for what came next. We didn't speak until we were on the elevator.

MONICA AND BRYCE

"You know, Monica really likes you, Bryce."

"Yea, I like her too. She's real sweet."

"No, I mean she's REALLY into you. It would mean so much to her if you showed her a little attention." I paused for a moment to gauge his reaction. Everything seemed to be ok. "She's been kind of stressed out lately with the kids and house and all. Why don't you go back up and maybe give her a little massage or something. She'd really like that."

"Really? Wow, she does look incredible tonight. She sure knows how to fill out that dress."

His words trailed off as a glazed look came over his face while staring at the numbered buttons.

"You're ok with that? You know, me giving her a little massage?" He looked excited but unsure.

"Oh sure. We love each other very much and are very committed. And I've seen the way she looks at you. I can tell she would love to have some attention from such a good-looking guy as yourself."

"Well, ok, I guess I can do that," he said as he looked at me before tentatively taking the extra room key out of my hand.

When we got down to the lobby, I got off the elevator, said "see ya later," and watched the door close between us. I couldn't believe what was happening, what I was letting my own wife do, what I had ENCOURAGED her to do. I walked toward the pool area and started thinking that Bryce must be back in the room by now. I was still a little nervous about leaving my wife alone with a strange man, so I walked around the pool once and went back to the elevators.

It seemed like a full hour I had to wait for the next elevator. All sorts of stuff was running through my head. I was getting impatient and paranoid, wondering why the hell the elevator was taking so long and wondering if I'd made a mistake. A big mistake. Finally the doors opened and I was headed up.

After two stops to let off people on other floors, the number 8 finally lit up. I exited and speed-walked down the hall. I put my ear up to the door, but everything was silent. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. I slid the key card in and quietly opened the door. The main room was fairly dark, lit by a single lamp on the desk. The computer was still open, and Monica's email appeared to be on the screen. I very quietly closed the door behind me with a faint "click". I took off my shoes by the door and tiptoed toward the bedroom. The door was wide open and the room was also lit by a single lamp on the table on the far side. I stuck my head in slowly, trying not to be seen.

Monica was lying on the bed on her stomach. Her high-heels removed, she was stretched all the way out with her face looking away from me. Her dress was pulled up just a little where you could see the tops of her stockings. Her arms by her sides, Bryce was slowly massaging her shoulders and back. He was sitting on the very edge of the bed, and as I watched, I felt my appreciation for him increasing as I noticed he had done only as much as I had given him explicit permission to do. I was very grateful that he was showing so much respect for both me and my wife.

I moved completely into the doorway, noticeable this time, and Bryce saw me within seconds. I gave him an approving nod and he seemed relieved, so I motioned for him to keep going. He understood the hint, reaching over and pulling her hair back from her neck. Then he bent over her and kissed her very gently on the side of her neck. I couldn't see her face at this point, but I heard her take a deep breath.

"Lee will be back any minute," she said to him softly without raising her head.

"It's alright," he whispered back. "I think he'll be ok with this."

She got still and very quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she spoke up, "Ok, if he trusts you...then it's ok with me."

He continued kissing her lightly on her exposed neck as his hands moved lower and began caressing both sides of her waist. She moaned quietly while her dress seemed to inch farther and farther up her thighs with each pass of his hands. Bryce's kisses then moved away from her neck as his lips dabbed at her upper back. "You smell wonderful," he whispered with a nervous breath.

"It's Lee's favorite. Every time I wear it, I get whatever I want," she said in her continued soft tone, emphasizing "whatever". "You like it too? Does it have the same effect on you?"

"Yea, baby, it sure does," he whispered again. "All I can think of now is how to pleasure every fucking inch of your gorgeous body. I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life. You are exquisite, my love. You deserve to be treated like a goddess." His whisper vanished into a low spoken tone. "Monica, please let me know if you want me to stop at any moment. I don't want to cross any lines with you or your husband."

"You're fine," she said a little more loudly, in an almost annoyed tone. "Keep going."

By then, her dress was halfway up her ass. It looked absolutely perfect sticking up in the warm lamp light. I had to fight the urge to run over and slide my tongue up the delicious valley of her rear end and remove her panties with my teeth.

Bryce moved down and kissed her lower back through her dress a few times, seemingly trying to brush his chest against her butt, while raising the bottom of her dress up to bare the rest of her ass. She seemed to really like this as she moaned a little louder. He moved his hands down to the back of her thighs, giving her a deep massage down to her knees and back up. With each slow pass, his thumbs, pressing into her inner thighs, moved closer and closer to her waiting snatch. On his final pass, she moaned again and took a short breath through clenched teeth.

I could only imagine how wet she must have been by then, how soaked her panties must be!

Without releasing his hands from the back of her legs, Bryce leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss just above the panty line at the top of her ass. Her continued kissing her gently, lower and lower, until his nose was nudging the crack of her ass.

Monica moaned lightly again and raised her ass just a little into his face.

Using two fingers on each hand, Bryce hooked into the top of her panties and slowly started pulling them down. He kissed her again in the same spot, this time with more vigor, as his hands moved to her hips, pulling down the sides of her panties. She lifted her hips a few inches to assist him, and he pulled them halfway down, leaving them bunched up right in the middle. Bryce went back to kissing her at the top of her crack before moving his mouth lower onto her ass. She raised her hips again, and taking the cue, he pulled her panties down below her ass, exposing it completely.

My wife already had the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen on a woman, but in this soft lamplight with another man dedicating himself to her carnal pleasures...it was the most spectacular and sexy scene a man could witness.

He started massaging her cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart slightly as he returned to kissing her down the center, his tongue slowly stroking her ass as if he were painting it.

"Unzip me," she asked, "so I can get more comfortable."

He pulled the zipper down the entire length of the back of her dress and pushed each side away. Her sexy, smooth back reflected the glow of the lamp.

She moaned again in a deep breath, then brought her hands up to her sides. He pulled back off of her as she raised herself onto her knees, looking down briefly at the bed, composing herself, then removed her dress and bra, laying them to the side. Monica turned over onto her back, briefly in my direction as she did this, but I don't think she saw me, her gaze searching for her current lover. Lying on her back with knees bent slightly and her luscious breasts fully exposed to this new man for the first time, she reached out and touched Bryce's hand. She stroked it with her fingers for a few seconds, still staring directly at his face, then pulled his hand toward her.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed, he moved up closer to her, and bent over her wanting face. She raised her head to meet his, closed her eyes, and began kissing him on the lips. His mouth followed her as she laid her head back down on the pillow, his hands to her sides, their lips never parting.

He moved his hands to her face and held her firmly for a few seconds before moving them to her neck, brushing her hair back a little on each side. His left hand slid slowly from her neck to her chest and rested on her right breast. With fingers stretched out, he slowly massaged it several times before cupping it with his hand. He rubbed her nipple between his fingers gently as his mouth then moved to the right side of her neck. She stretched her head away to give him better access, and he began sucking and nibbling on the side and front of her neck, his left hand still cupping her right breast.




Introduction to Bryce Ch. 04



After a full minute's attention on her neck, he lifted up and moved both hands to her waist, leaving her necking glistening in the lamplight. Moving very slowly from her neck down—his face just an inch away from her skin—her bellybutton came slowly into his field of view, and his eager mouth went straight for it, sucking it in on the first approach. "Seems like someone else has a bellybutton fetish," I thought to myself. He sucked and licked her button as his right hand moved up to her other tit. They both moaned loudly as she tilted her head back, eyes still closed.

Bryce stopped momentarily and looked in my direction, again seeming to seek permission. I nodded and motioned again for him to continue.

He abided and continued kissing her slowly and gently in a straight line toward her wanting cunt. He seemed to really appreciate her new landing strip as he kissed it up and down, following it with his tongue several times. He grabbed her hips with both hands and lifted, then pulled her panties down, being careful not to disturb her sexy stockings, leaving her lacy blue underwear around her ankles. His mouth returned to her pubic hair and he kissed it a few more times before sliding his lips to her clit. He kissed it once, very gently, and her entire body shuddered. He lifted his head to see her reaction, but feeling his mouth leave her, she opened her eyes and looked down at him, grinning a little.

"Take these off," he requested, tugging at her panties which were holding her ankles together.

Without saying a word, she pulled her knees up toward her just enough to slip her underwear past her feet, gently flinging them onto the bed next to her. She put her feet back down, leaving her knees bent a little more than before.

Bryce repositioned himself so he could better access her most sensitive spot and bent over her immediately, returning his mouth to her clit, his hands on the undersides of her thighs. With his eyes closed, he first dabbed at her clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue before caressing it in one long stroke with his tongue pressed flat.

She inhaled quickly and tilted her head back, squinting her closed eyes. She began running her fingers through his dark hair with one hand while grabbing one of her own breasts with her other hand, just barely pressing her fingertips into her soft, pink areola flesh. Monica started breathing more rapidly and erratically as she continued massaging her breast in a circular motion, stopping momentarily to lightly pinch her nipple between her fingers. Her other hand moved from his hair down to trace around the rim of his ear before grabbing his muscular shoulder.

I couldn't believe I was watching another man pleasure my wife like that. And she was so into it, she didn't seem to even remember that she was married, much less that her legal lover that she was supposed to be solely dedicated to would be returning any minute to catch her with someone else. Yes, I was admittedly a bit jealous. But it was the most erotic scene I had ever seen, superior to any porn flick for which I had no emotional stake, and I had never been turned on so much! In this exact moment that civilized society would have urged me to run into the room, screaming violently, and challenge this selfish trespasser, the ONLY thing I felt compelled to do was to take my giant erection with pre-cum now starting to soak my pants and join in the quest to satisfy my queen's irrepressible desires.

Bryce again licked her clit in a single, long stroke from her labia all the way up, causing her to clinch her hand and dig her fingernails into his shoulder. "Oh God," she moaned in a deep, low voice.

"This was my cue," I thought to myself.

Continued in Chapter 5...



Introduction to Bryce Ch. 05



...AND LEE MAKES THREE

Trying not to make a sound, I approached my wife by her side. Her left hand was still clutching her breast, kneading it roughly, stopping only occasionally to pinch her hard nipple, never opening her eyes. I just stood above them and watched for a few more seconds, then in one synchronized motion put my hand over hers and kissed her gently on the lips. I never closed my eyes, instead wanting to savor her reaction when she opened her eyes to see her husband—without protest—joining in on her guilty pleasures with another man.

I don't know precisely what response I expected, but Monica smiled softly then slowly opened her eyes, as if she'd been anticipating this moment. She looked directly into my eyes with a growing smile on her face, then reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled my slightly nervous and shaking mouth to hers. She tenderly slipped her tongue between my quivering lips and kissed me sensually. When our wet tongues met, it was an amazing sensation, as if I could feel her burning passion for this moment combined with her everlasting love for me.

Never lifting my mouth, I slipped my hand around her head and grabbed her hair, to reassure her that I was in control, and groped her right tit with my other hand. This one had been ignored for long enough, I thought. The nipple was hard, not as hard as the other, but the tiny hairs were sticking up and goosebumps were popping up all over. I didn't know if this was because it was cold, nervous, excited, or anxious with infinite anticipation!

I wasn't watching what Bryce was doing, but her neck bucked forward, grinding her face even harder into mine, and she moaned loudly. He must have really hit the magic spot!

I left her mouth and kissed her several times on the cheek before finding her long, smooth neck. It was very warm and pink, one of those parts of her body I knew so well, one that always showed lascivious signs of desire whenever she was in heat.

Without prodding, she lifted her head back and away, giving me full access to her succulent neck. I bit it gently, then kissed her several times, my lips just barely touching her skin. Then I bit her harder, holding my teeth in place for a second her two, sending an apparent shockwave through her body. She gasped, then held her breath as I licked the same spot with my tongue flat against her skin, my new teeth marks fading away quickly. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked her skin in hard, very hard. She pulled her head back more but didn't protest.

"God you taste good," Bryce said.

I just smiled to myself, feeling almost conceited because I was the only man who'd ever tasted her delicious pussy before, a little jealous that it wasn't me with her cunt in my mouth on this occasion, but very proud that I was now sharing her with such an admiring man who could not get enough. Monica had always remarked that she thought most men got extremely jealous when good-looking guys lusted after their wives, and she didn't seem to believe me when I tried to convince her that when a hot guy stares at your wife like that, that just makes you confident and proud, knowing that she picked YOU and nobody else.

Bryce pulled his head off for a moment before lowering himself for the first time directly onto her vaginal opening, his tongue gently parting her labia. He dabbed at it several times before licking her pussy in a long stroke.

"Oh.....God...." she stuttered out loud as she grabbed the back of my head with both hands. I continued sucking hard on her neck while Bryce started licking her pussy rhythmically now. Feeling like she needed some relief from her now-sore neck, I lifted my head, pulled her face toward mine, and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Does that feel good," I asked, our faces extremely close, lips almost touching. "Do you like how his tongue feels on your pussy?"

"Oh, God yes," she said in a loud whisper, staring desperately into my eyes.

Bryce moaned then pressed his tongue more firmly into her pussy lips, squeezing the bottom of her thighs with both hands.

I moved down and kissed her heavy breast, lifting its weight in my hand. I licked her nipple several times and drew circles around her areola with my tongue before sucking the nipple into my open mouth, flicking it back and forth with my tongue. This had always been my favorite way to suck on her tits. Releasing her melon, I grabbed the other one, pulling it toward my mouth. Then after poking her nipple into her skin several times with my tongue and feeling it pop back out each time, I again sucked her tit into my mouth, this time biting down gently on her nipple.

It struck me at this moment that each of her massive breasts was larger than both tits of most women combined! Damn, was I a lucky man.

"Oh," she said in a barely audible high pitch.

After several minutes of Bryce's pussy-licking rhythm, he returned his mouth to her clit and began kissing and licking it again. He brought his hand up, resting it on her pussy at first, then slowly moved his index finger up and down between her labia: up and down, up and down, wetting his finger a little more with her juices with each pass.

He slid the finger in, slowly, just up to his knuckle, causing her breathing to become staggered again. After pulling it nearly all the way back out, he inserted it again, repeating this several more times before finally inserting his finger all the way in. Bryce raised his head from her clit to watch her face as he squeezed a second finger into her passion cave, this time more slowly than before, again only up to the knuckles. His rhythm got a little faster before settling down to a steady in-and-out cadence, still not going past the knuckles.

I stopped sucking on her melons momentarily to watch this wonderful finger-action. I had always thoroughly enjoyed fingering my wife; it turned us both on so much! Our encounter in the café bathroom earlier that day was incredible! But watching another man do it in front of me was indescribable! And Monica was in complete bliss.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, then pulled gently on my belt and asked—almost in a begging tone—through uncontrolled breathing, "take it out?" I didn't think I hesitated too long, but she apparently thought otherwise and repeated more vehemently but still in a quiet voice, "take it out...please...now."

I unbuckled my pants and belt and lowered my zipper. I didn't even have time to pull out my penis before she stuck her hand in my briefs and grabbed it, pulling it toward her mouth. I had been horny and hard for at least 20 minutes by then, so it was no surprise to see pre-cum dripping off the end of my cock. Monica had always loved the salty taste of my semen and typically licked off the pre-cum, meticulously, before swallowing my dick. But she clearly had no intention of such minutiae that night!

She lifted her head closer to me and wrapped her lips tightly around the head of my rod, licking the end of it inside her mouth several times before taking about half of it past her teeth. Because I was so long, she usually only sucked on about half of it. I could feel the end of my cock colliding with the back of her mouth as she bobbed her head back-and-forth, trying to match Bryce's fingering rhythm. Her hand holding the base of my cock, she continued to suck vigorously as I threw my head back with closed eyes, in pure delight. I let out an involuntary moan when I heard her do the same.

"Oh damn," she blurted out with my shaft still in her mouth. "Oh God. Deeper. Deeper," she pleaded with Bryce.

He complied and pushed two fingers in as far as they could go. He moaned loudly and began sucking and licking her clit feverishly, gradually increasing the speed of his fingers.

Her breathing became very erratic and she repeated in a hushed tone, "Oh...oh...oh...h," perfectly synchronized with the blowjob she was giving and the finger-fuck she was receiving.

I reached down and cupped one of those enormous, succulent breasts, pinching her nipple painfully between my fingers.

She moaned loudly, still not releasing my cock from her mouth, and I could feel my first orgasm of the night building steadily. She moaned again, this time raising her hips a little, then back down. She repeated this a few times, trying to force Bryce's fingers even deeper into her. Monica undoubtedly wanted a thick dick shoved deep into her love nest more than anything in the world at that moment, but my new young friend's fingers would have to suffice for now. I watched her stomach contract as she tightened her abs, and I knew what was coming. This excited me even more and I felt like I was about to cum at any second! Her hips began shaking, and Bryce buried his mouth into her clit, his fingers still dancing deep in her pussy. "Oh yes," she moaned around my cock. "Oh God," she said loudly as she started pulling her head off of my tool.

I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back on, holding her steady as cum erupted into her mouth, the first jet hitting the back of her throat. "Shit," I yelled out.

Her hips bucked straight up into Bryce's face but he didn't release his mouth's grip on her clit. His fingers were getting soaked in her cum as he continued smashing them into her cunt.

Halfway through my own orgasm I released her head and she pulled off, laying her head back on the bed. Another jet of cum shot out and landed on her chin as I grabbed my cock, trying to pump out the remaining drops. One last stream landed between her breasts and I stood there, paralyzed, watching her hips bucking up and down a few more times before settling down.

Her powerful orgasm had left her face, neck, and chest red with satisfaction. She finally opened her eyes and looked around, as if confused, trying to comprehend what just happened. She reached up and wiped the bit of cum off her chin. "Holy shit," she said in a stunned voice. "Is this yours", she asked, looking bemused at my spent penis.

I snickered and just said, "yea."

She grinned sheepishly before licking it off her fingers. "Holy shit," she said as she looked down at Bryce who had finally removed his fingers and mouth from her and was smiling at her. "Wow," she said, sounding exhausted and fulfilled, but craving more.

BRYCE VISITS THE MOUNTAINS

Bryce's attention returned to gently licking her soaked pussy in very long, slow strokes. Monica motioned for me to come closer, and as I did, she took my shrinking cock in her hand and put it back in her mouth. Since I had just climaxed only a minute earlier, it had softened a little. But this didn't seem to bother her as she cleaned off my remaining man juice.

I was surprised to feel my cock starting to harden again as I watched Bryce pleasure her, and I noticed some of my cum was still on her chest. "You want me to get you a towel for that?"

"Yea," she responded tentatively after she pulled her mouth off my cock. She paused for a few seconds then changed her mind with a grin we hadn't seen from her yet that night. "No, wait. Bryce, darling, I still haven't seen that big cock of yours. Get up here where I can see it," she said, motioning toward her chest.

This request seemed to energize him, and he bolted upright and removed his jeans. This was the first time I saw his shaft and it was impressive enough for a younger man. It was very pink and very hard, not quite as long as mine, probably only 6 inches or so, but it was almost as wide. The skin was quite smooth except for a bulging blue vein along the side. Although erect for several minutes, he didn't seem to be oozing any pre-cum. Bryce climbed on the bed, straddling her chest, his man-meat standing at full attention, pointing directly toward Monica's face, just a few inches away. You could tell from the look on his face he was preparing himself for some first-class fellatio. 

Her eyes got big as she let go of my cock and grabbed his. She lifted her head and kissed the tip before licking up and down the front, then the sides. She wrapped her lips tightly around the head, and they both moaned in unison as she sucked the head a few seconds, making those delicious smacking sounds that excite most men. "Have you ever titty-fucked a woman," she asked him.

"No, I've only seen that in movies. Always wanted to though."

"Move down a little bit," she commanded him as she held her boobs apart for him.

Bryce moved lower, just below her tits, his hairy balls tickling her tummy. His dick was still wet from her sucking, so I figured it wouldn't take much lubrication, which we usually used when we did it this way.

Monica wiped my leftover cum into her chest, then rubbed some up and down his shaft, stroking it a few times with her fingers wrapped all the way around. She pushed it against the center of her chest, then squeezed it between her soft breasts.

Just the tip of the head of his man-root was poking out of the top of her cleavage. He starting pumping in and out slowly as she held her tits together tightly, but his experience showed as his dick kept slipping out.

"Wow, a real titty-fuck virgin," I thought to myself, grinning. "A few more times like this and he'll get the hang of it," I imagined.

He repositioned himself, leaning over farther, then went back to banging her ample bosom. He got a good rhythm going and didn't pop out anymore, so she squeezed her tits even tighter, holding his cock down against her semen-smeared chest.

Monica closed her eyes and laid her head back, smiling slightly. She reached down and grabbed my cock in her left hand and started stroking me slowly, never opening her eyes. Since I had just blown my load, I knew I wasn't going to climax again any time soon, but my cock still grew rock-hard again in her soft grasp.

Bryce closed his eyes and leaned his head back, continuing to fuck her tits at a steady pace. I could hear the tell-tale "squish, squish" of a well-lubricated rack-ramming.

His breathing got more hurried and he mumbled, "wow, what a PERFECT set of jugs," under his breath. He moaned again shortly, then his breathing stopped completely. All you could hear was his member sliding in and out of this slippery tunnel. A few seconds later, he grunted, then yelled out, "Oh!"

The squishing sound became more pronounced as his cum shot out between her tits. His hips bucked forward just as a HUGE squirt of jizz hit Monica in the neck, leaving a creamy river from her chin down through her valley. He spasmed a couple more times before opening his eyes, looking straight ahead, then sitting up again.

She let go of her breasts, releasing his now-diminutive cock to dangle over the milky pond he had left for her. It was still dribbling out of the end of his softening serpent and was starting to trickle down both sides of her chest and stomach. I couldn't believe how much man-seed he had released!

"Wow!" Monica sat up and surveyed the situation. "Umm, I think I need another shower," she said with a giggle and huge smile on her face that she wasn't even trying to suppress.

I buckled back up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom for my little slut of a lady. Even in our most erotic moments, she had always looked and performed like a graceful swan and devoted wife, but to see her so delighted to be covered in cum from two different men unveiled a raunchiness like I never knew was buried in her!

She held the towel tightly against her chest, grabbed her clothes from the bed and floor, and strolled titillatingly toward the bathroom door, her salient pear-shaped ass demanding our full attention. Well aware that we were gawking at her, she paused and looked over her shoulder, glanced down at her own tush, bent over just slightly—protruding it even more—then tantalizingly looked back up at us, winked, and disappeared behind the closing door.

The bathroom door clicked shut just as I heard a knock on the front door.

Chapter 6 coming soon... 



Introduction to Bryce Ch. 06



DINNER, DESSERT, AND TV

Knock, knock, knock.

"Shit, I forgot all about the food," I told Bryce.

He just smiled as he got dressed quickly. "Hey, just a sec.," Bryce stopped me before I left the bedroom. "Do you think they could take my clothes to be cleaned tonight before I leave?"

"Oh, yea, sure. I don't see why not. Let me have them and I'll ask," I told him.

Bryce folded his clothes and gave them to me in an empty shopping bag that was lying on the table.

The food looked and smelled wonderful. I handed the clothes to the young man and asked if they could drop them off with the valet to be cleaned that night. He agreed, especially after the $20 tip, and left.

I heard the shower start up just before I knocked on the bathroom door. Monica opened the door, peeking around the edge.

"Sweetheart, the food's here. Do you want to eat now or after your shower?"

She said she needed to shower and just start without her. So Bryce and I started eating some of the seafood and salad but didn't open the wine yet.

"I'm gonna check out the weather to see how long this is gonna keep up," he said doubtfully, looking out the window. I followed him into the bedroom with my small plate and sat at the table. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned on the TV.

It was then that I remembered what channel we had left it on and cringed.

"Whoa, what's this?" he said, sounding surprised.

We saw a blond woman with oversized fake boobs standing sandwiched between two muscular guys next to a pool. The one in front was kissing her deeply in her mouth while the other guy was sucking on the back of her neck, one hand reaching around groping her tit and the other hand pulling her head back by her hair. "DP Marathon Saturday" it said on the bottom corner.

Bryce just stared, transfixed, as a third man approached from the side, completely naked, slowly stroking his half-erect cock. Bryce did not move or speak for several minutes as the scene on the TV progressed. It wasn't long before all three men were naked, kissing and feeling the blond all over. The sucking and groping soon turned into a very erotic triple-penetration on a reclining pool chair. Bryce really got into the movie and didn't respond to any of my conversation over the next 20 minutes. "I've never seen anything like this," he finally exclaimed with an air of exhilaration.

The bathroom door opened and Monica came out, just as one of the guys on the TV finished off an orgasm on the woman's cheek. The one behind her was fucking her VERY hard anally and seemed to be nearing the end as she road the third guy underneath her much more slowly. Monica stood there for a few seconds, looking back and forth between the two of us and the TV. Bryce didn't even notice her standing there next to him.

It was probably only about a minute before the anal intruder pulled out and jacked off onto her ass with a typical moan. Monica was now staring intently at the TV. The woman then began fucking the third guy harder and faster and started grunting and moaning. She lunged forward and backward and the man lying in the chair had to hold her by the waist to keep her from falling over. She spasmed a few more times before the scene faded away to a bunch of ads.

"Well that was interesting," Monica said quietly in a somewhat seductive tone, startling Bryce who stood up quickly and turned toward her. He just stared with his eyes wide open, embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

"Looks pretty painful though, having two guys in you at the same time like that. I wonder if those girls can tolerate it better because they've done it so many times. That's gotta hurt most women."

"Oh, she actually had THREE guys in her a minute ago! The first one finished before you came out," I informed her.

Bryce was still staring at her, as if caught doing something very naughty and was trying to make up an excuse.

"THREE? At the same time? How?"

"Oh yea! She was blowing that first dude that came on her face when you walked in...while screwing the other two guys," I said.

"Oh," she said inquisitively, the TV losing her focus as she glanced upward a little, obviously pondering something.

"I think if you do it gently at first and get her accustomed to you, you could ease the pain and the woman could enjoy it," Bryce finally said, turning quickly away from her toward the fast-playing ads. "I think."

"Oh, you think so?" Monica was watching him with a slight grin, but he was still looking away. "I've thought about maybe trying that some day, but it seems kind of scary. I wonder what it would be like," Monica stated in a softer tone, still watching him.

"Well, as long as you were with a couple of guys who cared more about your pleasure than their own, you should be ok. You'd really enjoy it...I think." Bryce got up and walked past her toward the door to the main room, staring straight ahead and not daring to glance at her. "Would you like me to, um...," Bryce paused briefly as he caught sight of Monica's gaze and seemed to forget what he was going to say. "...open, the um, wine now?"

"Oh that would be nice," Monica replied with a big smile. "I would love a glass!"

With Bryce in the other room, Monica came over quickly. "Guess what I did in the shower," she said with a wicked grin on her face as she opened her hand to reveal a small black vibrator that I hadn't seen in years. "Sorry, I was still so horny! I had to continue without you."

"Haha, I didn't even know you brought any toys. But I didn't think you really liked that one. You said it was too small, that it didn't fill your pussy up enough to really be enjoyable."

"No, it doesn't. But that's not where I put it," she whispered, raising her eyebrows at me.

"What? You mean...?" Monica nodded. "Really? I didn't know you did that anymore."

"No, I hadn't been in the mood for it until today. And you wouldn't believe how fast I came. I had this inside me and I was playing with my clit at the same time. It felt so good! I wanna try this, DP-style, with you as soon as we get home."

"Wow, yea, sure! I've been waiting on that for years! You know I always liked it," I reminded her. It had been several years since we had tried anything anal, and although it was thoroughly enjoyable for both of us, Monica seemed to have been shying away from it with so many responsibilities and things on her mind lately.

Bryce returned with the wine bottle, three glasses, and the dessert platter. "Here, I figured you were probably hungry too," he told her as he set the tray down, opened the bottle, and poured the glasses.

She discreetly slipped the vibrator back into her robe pocket, grabbed a filled glass, and took a huge gulp. "God, that's good. I haven't had wine in ages!" She took several more sips quickly, which was totally unlike my wife. She was never a big drinker and usually only sipped wine slowly. Monica sat at the head of the bed in her robe with her legs crossed, still sipping the wine, watching the ads on the TV. She finished off her glass, leaned back on the headboard, and asked Bryce for more.

He walked over and poured another glass for her. "Thank you, Sweetie," she said, caressing his wrist with her fingertips while he poured, nearly causing him to spill it.

He just smiled before bringing me a glass, then went over and sat in the chair on the other side of the bed with his own glass, remote control in hand. "You wanna watch the news or something," he asked, pointing the remote.

"No, this is fine. I don't really feel like listening to those talking heads tonight," Monica told him, still staring at the ads for pornographic DVD's, Web sites, and 900-numbers. "Lee, I'm starving! Hand me that dessert platter!"

I took the desserts over to her so she could pick something. She looked it over before taking the entire platter and setting it down in her lap.

"I think I might try a little of everything," she snickered. She first tried a chocolate-covered strawberry before taking a bite out of a small piece of cake. "Damn this is good," Monica remarked. "You guys should try some of this stuff," she asked while patting the bed on either side of her.

I sat on her right side and took a few grapes, while Bryce sat on the other side and swallowed a spoonful of chocolate mousse.

DOUBLE THE AGENT

We all looked up when we heard some cheesy, synthesized music and saw "Double the Agent," the title of the movie coming up, in large letters on the TV. Rarely do I remember the titles of cheap porn, but this one would be different, I would soon find out. 

"Must be some sort of ridiculous government spy plot," I suggested, still munching on grapes.

Boy was I wrong. The first scene showed two very young guys, maybe about 20 years old, dressed casually, following a nicely dressed woman in her mid 40's into a house. She was evidently a real estate agent showing furnished houses to twin brothers who were moving out of their college dorms while still in school. Their rich father apparently told them they could buy any reasonable house in the area they wanted, as long as they stayed away from all those "nasty coed sluts," as he called them. "Wants us to find decent, upstanding young women from well-to-do families that we can bring home so he can show off to his rich golfing buddies," they told her. "He was scared we'd fall for the first piece of easy ass that came along, and she'd take all his money," one of them said with a guffaw.

"Oh, well I'm sure I can help you find something that will please ALL of you!" She was layered in lots of makeup and had her hair up in a tight bun with huge hoop earrings. Her big smile couldn't hide that she was looking both of them up and down.

"Well, we know where this is going," Bryce commented.

"Maybe. But probably not with her. Two hot guys like that could have any girls they wanted. This woman's too old for them. They'd never go for her," my wife told us.

"Ha!" Bryce and I laughed in unison. "Shit, these guys are probably horny as hell. No way will they turn down such a good-looking woman like that. Regardless of her age," I corrected her. Bryce agreed, "Yea, no doubt about it."

"We'll see," she replied.

The agent showed them around the bottom floor before leading them upstairs. They followed behind her, both watching her perfect, panty-hosed legs in high heels climb the stairs in a very sexy walk. They were trying to peek up her blue skirt, smirking and nodding at each other. She caught them watching her at the top of the stairs and just smiled and giggled. She led them to the first bedroom which had a huge king-size bed and a patio door. "As you can see, this new bed has all the latest mattress technology, making anything you do here as enjoyable as possible," she said as she put her briefcase on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. "Why don't you come try it out?"

"Oh please," Monica laughed. "Like they'd fall for that."

"They will," Bryce and I told her in unison again.

One of the brothers walked over, and slipping his hand under her skirt, started feeling her inner thigh. The other brother kneeled on the bed and began kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse.

"What the hell? How is that realistic?" Monica laughed again, showing her naiveté when it came to pornography.

"It's not supposed to be realistic, they just need to get down to business," I told her.

The scene continued into one guy going down on her while the other guy was sucking on her tits. Monica must have been getting into it because she started rubbing both of our legs. She did this for a few more minutes before moving her hands up onto our cocks at the same time. She squeezed and stroked both tools through our pants, bringing them to full erections in a matter of seconds. I kept glancing at her eyes. They were fixated on the movie, huge, and slowly changing to a lustful green.

I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips a few times before slowly inserting my tongue. I could feel her tongue slip between my lips as well and we kissed passionately, the moans and sucking sounds from the TV in the background. I caressed her neck softly, then moved my hand down to feel her bosom on top of the robe before sliding my fingers inside to cup as much of her huge left breast as possible. It felt unusually warm, as if it'd been sitting in front of a fire all night.

She gasped, "your hand's cold." Monica's nipple certainly wasn't protesting though as it became very erect and hard, flicking back and forth between my fingers.

Bryce got the dessert tray out of the way quickly and began kissing her on the other side of her neck. I looked back to see one guy screwing the agent while she was sucking on his brother's huge penis. She could only get the head in her mouth; it must have been at least 10 inches long!

I caught Monica glancing at the TV too, but she averted her eyes quickly, turning toward Bryce to kiss him deeply, her hand still rubbing my cock through my pants.

I moved down and began kissing and sucking on her chest, running the tip of my tongue along the baby-soft skin of her exposed cleavage. After untying her robe, I slowly opened the sides to reveal her full, luscious breasts, both nipples fully erect now. All the very light, fine hairs across her bosom were standing on end. She obviously had goose bumps from the sudden exposure to the chilly air and her growing stimulation.

Bryce could no longer hide his yearning and reached down immediately to hold her left breast while stroking her hair and kissing her. A few seconds later, he slid his hand over between us to cup her right tit, pulling it toward him slightly while massaging it deeply.

Monica moaned loudly, muffled by Bryce's deep, hard kisses. She had one arm wrapped loosely around his neck while blindly fumbling with her other hand for the zipper bursting outward by my bulging cock.

I got up on my knees to remove my shirt, tossing it on the floor, then moved down to straddle her thighs. Her legs were so smooth and silky, normally a delicious creamy white, but had turned the same deep pink I had seen before when she was extremely turned on. I held her legs together with my knees while running my hands up and down over her thighs. They were so warm and smooth; they felt so good. Then I kneeled over and gave her a very light kiss below her bellybutton with just the tips of my lips.

Monica's whole body convulsed once and she let out a low moan, closing her eyes and laying her head back.

Bryce leaned across her chest and pulled her breast to his mouth, kissing very lightly around her nipple, teasing it.

She took his other hand in hers, which was caressing her neck, pulled it upm and held it tightly against her face.

I continued to kiss and suck on her tummy, flicking her bellybutton with my tongue, then pinching it between my lips. My hands slowly glided up the sides of her hips before clutching them hard for a second, causing her to moan again.

Bryce flicked her nipple with his tongue a couple of times before finally sucking as much of her tit as he could into his mouth.

"Oh God," Monica said in a very low tone before inserting one of Bryce's fingertips past her lips and holding it between her teeth, her eyes still closed.

I didn't turn around to see what was happening on the TV, but all three of them were moaning hurriedly in unison, the real estate agent getting louder and louder.

Bryce moved over to my wife's other tit, sucking on the hard nipple for a few seconds before releasing it. He licked it with his tongue in several long strokes then gently bit down on it between his teeth.

"Oh!" Monica yelled out as she shoved his finger all the way into her mouth forcefully and wrapped her lips tightly around it, her breathing becoming slightly staggered.

I moved my attention farther down and began kissing her along her thin line of pubic hairs, pulling them gently with my teeth and sucking on them. I always did like the feel of her pussy hairs on my tongue. They were so fine and gentle, they tickled slightly, but the close proximity to her most sensitive of erogenous zones made them so exciting! I followed them down with my tongue to meet her clitoral hood, just barely exposed above her clenched thighs.

I had never played with her clit before with her legs held so tightly together, so I wasn't certain how much stimulation she would even feel. I dabbed at her concealed clitoris with the tip of my tongue and she gasped, Bryce's finger still deep in her mouth. I stabbed at it several more times and she moaned as she let go of Bryce's finger just long enough to insert it into her mouth again with a second one.

I continued licking her tight clit as it turned pink, then a very deep red, becoming moist within a matter of seconds. She gasped again, and I could feel her raising her hips into my face. I knew this wasn't very comfortable for her though, so I released my grip on her thighs and stood on the floor, watching both of them. She finally parted her legs and I saw for the first time that her pussy was very red and very wet, maybe the wettest I'd ever seen her.

She opened her eyes and leaned her head forward, motioning toward my lower half with a glance. I understood the cue and quickly stripped off my remaining clothes. I caught a glimpse of Monica watching the TV so I looked back to see that one of the young men was drilling the agent while she was sucking on the other guy's massive member.

My lover seemed to be hypnotized by this scene for a second, so I wasted no time and dove straight into her soaking cunt, burying my tongue deep inside, my nose nudging her throbbing clit.

"Shit," she said loudly, as if I caught her off guard. She leaned her head back farther toward the headboard, and Bryce moved his mouth's attention to her exposed neck.

I pulled my wet, hard tongue out just long enough to suck her love button forcibly into my wanting mouth. Her clit was stiff and soaking in the sweet flavor of her love juices I knew so well. I nibbled and sucked on it, savoring it like a piece of hard, gourmet candy.

Bryce was still groping one breast and sucking hard on her neck, his other hand on her back, pulling her torso into his chest. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, so he released her, laying her head down gently on the pillow. Quickly ripping off his pants, he presented his erection over her flushed face.

I had returned to tongue-fucking her pussy and brought my hand up to rub her swollen clit. It was beet-red, wet, and throbbing. I pulled back the hood with my thumb, her pleasure button inflating like a balloon. I pressed down on it hard, and she gasped, involuntarily opening her eyes.

I think she had momentarily forgotten about Bryce and was somewhat surprised (and elated) to see his ready cock, waiting over her hungry mouth. She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it closer, catching another glimpse of the fuck-and-suck scene on the TV. She turned her head toward our friend as he positioned himself better and pushed his hips toward her head. Taking several inches into her mouth at once, they both moaned in unison.

My wife's head bobbing up and down on her new toy, I went back to sucking on her clit for a few seconds before ramming my tongue deep into her pussy again. Just a few pumps of my tongue later, she screamed out, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!"

"No you're not," I retorted with a wicked chuckle and grin. I immediately pulled off of her and she desperately glanced back at me. She started to release Bryce's cock, but I commanded him, "No, don't let her go yet!"

He grabbed her head with both hands and held her tightly onto his tool, shoving it even deeper into her mouth, undoubtedly starting to reach her throat.

I moved up between her legs fast, grabbed her knees, and shoved my pre-cum-dripping shaft straight into her tight, hungry cunt. A high-pitched squeak was the only sound she could get out around his member as my enormous erection stretched her out for the first time that night. She was so tight on my first thrust, I could only get my dick in just halfway. I pulled nearly all the way out before shoving my cock all the way in this time. I muttered something that resembled, "oh fuck," as Monica closed her eyes and reached a hand back to grab the wooden headboard above her head.




Introduction to Bryce Ch. 06



My thumb continuing to stroke her clit hard and fast, I pulled back out and slammed my cock in, the entire 8 inches engulfed by her hungry snatch.

She seemed to be losing all control as her convulsions started at her waist and worked down to her knees. Her hand turned pale as she gripped the headboard with all the strength she could muster. Her head began shaking violently, but Bryce was still holding her with both hands, his cock being brutally shoved into her aching mouth. Her hips bucked erratically up and down, with seemingly no attempt being made to match my fierce penetrations.

Her loud, but muffled screams reverberated up through his cock and he could feel the vibrations all over his body. This seemed to push him over the edge as he yelled out "Fuck! Oh shit!" and began unloading his amassed seed deep into her throat.

She continued to scream erratically as Bryce reluctantly released her and her chin snapped with a violent jolt back to the center of her chest. She was yelling and screaming something incoherent, thrashing her head back and forth, cum seeping out of both sides of her mouth. Her entire body was STILL shaking as her orgasm continued. She finally let go of the headboard and slammed her head back down onto the pillow, her head still thrashing, but a little less vigorously now.

My fucking slowed down a bit as her body finally started relaxing. After a few more thrusts into her unbelievably moist pussy, I stopped and ordered her, "Turn over and get up on your knees." At that moment, more than anything I wanted to see my wife's beautiful ass while I fucked her doggy-style. She moved a little too slowly for my current mood, so I repeated, "I said turn over." I grabbed her hips with authority, lifted her entire lower half off the bed, and flipped her over like a ragdoll. Her head and arms flopped onto the bed.

Pushing her thighs out forcefully with my knees, I lifted her hips up as her pussy spread apart and greeted me with that sweet aroma of sex that always drove me so wild! She laid her head down to the side, looking away from Bryce. Reaching her hand into her pocket, she pulled out the small, black vibrator. "Here, you might need this," she informed me, reaching back and presenting it to me for my approval. She closed her eyes slowly and tried to conceal a slight grin.

Continued in Chapter 7...