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It Started with Speeding Ch. 04

By: thesoundandfury



I would like to thank 'freaknut' for her help in writing this entire story. She gave me direction where I had none, and inspiration where I needed it.

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We heard the party before we got there: the murmur of conversation and the hint of music as it spilled out into the warm, spring-time air. I held Adrienne's hand, a little bit nervous about this night. Kat and I still hadn't verbally acknowledged anything.

The Mills' house was on the corner of the street. There were a number of couples sitting out on the front porch, but it seemed like most of the crowd was around back.

We found Jamie at the grill, a white apron on, flipping steaks and burgers. "Hey, you two! Glad you could make it!" The big guy was all smiles. "Simon, you can put the beer in our beer fridge. It's just inside the patio doors."

I thanked him and made my way inside. I was surprised at how young most of the people here were. I thought that at 28, Adrienne and I were going to be one of the youngest couples here -- besides Jamie and Kat, who couldn't have been much older. Instead, it seemed that most of the couples here were either in their late twenties or early thirties.

I put my beer in an already packed fridge, noting the eclectic assortment of ales and lagers. Shutting the door, I jumped when I saw Kat standing behind it.

The blonde smiled at me and took a sip of her dark amber. She said, "I think that you and I need to talk."

Without another word, she turned and walked away, heading deeper into the house. She was wearing a pair of red Capri’s, tight over her ass and loose over her legs. I noted the lack of panty lines, and the way her black cotton blouse complimented those red trousers. I followed her until we got to the stairs that lead up.

As she ascended, I stopped. I couldn't help feeling like a clandestine lover, sneaking away for a private tryst. She turned and motioned for me to follow. When I shook my head, she laughed and said, "Oh, I'm not going to bite. But I also don't want anyone overhearing us."

I followed reluctantly. The room she led me to was not a bedroom, which I had almost convinced myself it would be, but a sitting room with a little television in the corner. "Our second den," she said, taking a seat on the couch.

I sat down in the love seat, resting my hands on my knees and looking at her.

At first, she said nothing. She just studied me, her face a mix of amusement and contemplation. She took another sip of her beer and suddenly, my hands felt very empty.

"Want a sip?" she offered, reading my mind.

I politely shook my head.

She sighed, looked at her hands, then looked back at me. "Your license said you lived in San Francisco."

I felt my blush in the tops of my ears. Here it was. That conversation we had to have. "I... moved," I said stupidly. I didn't know what else to say.

She laughed and said, "Well, obviously."

"You always that friendly with speeders?" I blurted out. I knew immediately that it was the wrong thing to say, but she actually smiled and laughed again.

"You probably want me to say 'yes.'" She shook her head. "But no, that was a first for me, just as I'm sure it was a first for you." The wink she gave me was the first indication that maybe she was a little drunk.

I nodded in agreement, and wished again that I had a beer in my hand. I didn't want to be sober for this conversation, and I was starting to get the impression that Kat wasn't.

"Look... Jamie had been gone for nearly a month and a half. I was... horny..." She rolled her eyes to the ceiling girlishly, then looked back at me. "You were good looking. I thought you were from out of town. And no one ever drives down that road." She shrugged. "It was pretty fucking exciting for me. And for what it's worth, you were great." She laughed at my embarrassment.

"So... does Jamie know?"

"Oh, God no. Are you kidding?"

"I just... you seem to be taking all this pretty well. That's all."

"You going to tell your pretty little wife?"

I shook my head. "I don't think that would be a good idea, either. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened."

"Nope, never hap--" Someone was coming down the hall, and Kat froze. Suddenly, this little meeting upstairs seemed so wrong, and neither she nor I wanted anyone to know about it. She jumped up from the couch, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the closet.

The door opened a moment later. "And this is kind of a second den we set up." It was Jamie's voice, showing someone the house. "The couch folds out, in case we have visitors, but we don't really use it that much."

The closet we were in wasn't very large, and I was acutely aware of Kat's shapely body pressed up against my side. She smelled of light perfume and beer, and I could feel her breath on my ear. I also was aware that I was getting hard.

"This is nice." A woman's voice. Adrienne's. "Simon and I haven't finished furnishing the house. This isn't a bad idea."

My scalp prickled with nervousness, yet at the same time, I was growing extremely aroused. The danger of the situation was firing up my adrenaline.

"Hey," Kat whispered, barely audible to even me.

I turned my head slightly, and I felt a wet tongue on my ear. I had to stifle a moan. I also felt a warm hand slid around my body and slip down my pants. It was only a few seconds before she'd find my erection, and there was nothing I could do. If I moved -- if I made any sound -- then Adrienne and Jamie would discover us. So I just stood there, frozen, and felt Kat's soft fingers stroke down over my hard on.

"You too?" she whispered, noting my arousal. I felt soft lips on my neck and I closed my eyes, trying to block everything out. I was being groped in the closet by a stunning blonde, only a few feet away from my wife. And it was driving me crazy with lust.

By the time the door closed and the two left, we melted into each other without hesitation. I needed her lips on my lips. I needed it.

She broke the kiss and said, "You know what I really wanted to do on the side of the road?"

"What?"

"This." And with that, she dropped to her knees, unfastened my pants, and took my cock deep into her mouth. It was incredible. Her technique was different than Adrienne's in subtle ways. More suction, less tongue. And she actually deep-throated me. The feeling of my cock entering the back of her throat nearly made me cum. She kept the slurping sound as quiet as she could. Even though we knew we were alone in the room in the closet, it still felt like we had to be quiet and careful.

When I felt myself drawing close, I put a hand in her soft blonde hair to indicate that she should pull off. Instead, she kept her head bobbing on my shaft. "I'm close," I whispered to her. She didn't slow down, but sped up. "Oh God..." I groaned, and in the next moment, my cock was pulsating in the blonde's mouth. Feeling her lips and wet mouth on my member as I came was almost too much, and I shuddered. More and more juice filled her and she took it all, gulping and swallowing my load.

When I was done and my cock was just too sensitive for her to suck on anymore, she stood up, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me wetly on the mouth. I could taste the saltiness of my cum in her mouth. It was strange, yet arousing just the same. "Thank you," I said, and kissed her again. "But you shouldn't have done that."

"Done what?" she asked, opening the closet door and stepping out. "I better get back to my party." And with that, she left me standing with my pants around my ankles in the closet of an empty room.

After returning to the party, I felt incredibly nervous, but at the same time, incredibly horny. At first, I couldn't even look my wife in the eyes. As time wore on, and the beers started to have an effect, I couldn't take my eyes off of my wife. I wanted to drag her home and fuck her hard right inside the front door.

We mingled through the crowd, sometimes together, sometimes apart. Even when I was talking to someone else, my eyes were lustfully on her.

She had spent a while talking with a young man who was sipping a coke. He couldn't have been older than 20.

"That's our son, Tommy," the man who I was currently talking to explained. The Neilsons were in their late forties or early fifties, I'd say, both of them still attractive for an elderly couple.

"He's graduating in a couple weeks. He'll be on to Stanford in the fall," Sandra Neilson said.

"Oh, you must be proud," I said, trying not to sound too distracted. Adrienne was so beautiful in her short blue sundress. Her nipples were hard, I noticed, and wow did her legs look spectacular tonight.

"We are. He's graduating top of his class."

"Handsome guy, too," I added. He had the same dashing looks as his father: square jaw, blue eyes, and shaggy blonde hair.

It was announced that we had run low on beer, and somehow, I was recruited into the bunch that were going to the store to restock. We were all too drunk to drive, but as I mentioned before, the store was in walking distance.

The whole time I was at the supermarket, the only thing that passed through my mind was how much I wished I was at home, in my own bed, my cock buried deep in my wife's vagina. It was nearly consuming all my thoughts. I absentmindedly paid for the beer and we were on our way home, a bunch of drunken heroes wandering the suburban streets. If I weren't so preoccupied, I would have been reminded of my college days.

A cheer went up when we returned to the party, and it was at this point that I realized most of the people remaining were a little drunk. It was a young group, and no one was embarrassing themselves, so we handed out the bottles to anyone who wanted one.


"I think I'm ready to go home," I told Jamie.

"You tired so early?" he asked. Jamie was a smiling drunk.

"No... not tired," I replied.

He winked at me. "I here ya. Wish I could leave the party early... alas, I can't really kick everyone out for a little sex."

I nodded and went looking for Adrienne, who didn't appear to be out in the backyard or in the living room of the house. I found her in the bathroom, putting on some lipstick.

"There you are!" I said, probably a little bit too loud.

Adrienne jumped, but when she turned, she gave me a big smile. She put her lipstick away, walked up to me, and encircled me in her arms. She smelled wonderful. "The hero has returned," she said.

She looked so sexy. Her hair was a little mussed and I pushed a strand of it over her cute little ear. "Hey, want to get out of here?"

Her dark eyes flashed with a tinge of drunken lust. "Oh my God, Simon, I've wanted to go for hours." The way she said it, I knew that she wasn't talking about going home to sleep.

"Me too," I replied, kissing her hard on the mouth, messing up her just applied lipstick. "Let's go."

We practically ran back down the street, barely making it through the front door before we were all over each other. She hadn't been this horny in months. Hell, I hadn't, either. I practically tore her dress off, pulling it over her head and tossing it across the room. We kissed and groped our way across the room, leaving a trail of clothing and undergarments on our way to the closest soft surface, the living room sofa.

Her thong lay discarded next to my boxers as we flew onto the couch, Adrienne's soft hands pushing me firmly back. She threw her soft thighs over my hips, taking my dick in her hands and guiding it into her slick vagina. Our pubic hair met and mingled as she worked her body up and down, groaning, "Uh! Ngh! Uh! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!"

I could do nothing but lay there and enjoy the ride. It was the second time that night that I had felt that way. Thinking of Kat, on her knees in the darkness, sucking me like she only ever sucked her husband, triggered something in me. I groaned loudly, gripping her slender hips in my hands and helping her rise and fall on me stiff rod. I drove up into her as hard as I could, then pulled back until only my cock head was penetrating her fat lips, then drove in hard again. She was going crazy on me, hands in her dark hair, eyes closed and mouth agape in ecstasy.

I looked down at our coupling, watching my cock get swallowed again and again. I thought of Kat and her shaven snatch, my mind suddenly seeing my slick cock fucking the blonde's pussy. The image was gone as soon as it came, but the vision was so real that I couldn't hold back any longer.

"AGH! ARGH! ARGHHHHHHH!" I grunted hard, grabbing my wife's hips and pulling her hard against my hips. She let her orgasm loose and our living room was filled with the intense, inhuman sounds of our rapture. "OHHHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!" the brunette gasped. "OHHHH FUUUUUUCKK!!!"

She grinded her hips down into me, extending her orgasm long after I had finished erupting inside of her.

I just laid back, listening to her gasp and coo and moan. We were sweaty and exhausted and spent. I looked around the room, at the mess we'd made with our clothes. The living room had never looked so sexy.

My eyes fell on the bay windows that looked out into the street and I realized that they were wide open. Part of me was embarrassed, wanting to jump up and whip the shades closed. Another part of me was thrilled with the exhibitionism.

"Honey," I said quietly when she had finally come down from her high. Still straddling me, her cum-filled cunt still clutching my flaccid member, she cuddled up against my damp chest, her nipples brushing my sensitive skin.

Kissing me gently on the lips, she said, "Yes?"

"The window." I looked over at the open window, then back to see her reaction.

She saw the opening and a smile touched the corners of her lips. "I wonder if anyone saw us," she teased, looking back down at me.

"I don't know... a lot of people may have passed on their way home from the party."

She kissed me, her tongue finding its way into my mouth. "We should probably close the window before someone does."

"I agree," I said, kissing her again. "Why don't you do it. You're closer."

She smiled at me again, gracefully pulling herself off of me and walking to the window. She moved like a runway model, hips exaggerating their sway. Reaching wide to grasp both sides of the curtain, she looked out into the neighborhood for an extended pause, giving anyone who looked in her direction a clear view of her soft, molded breasts and trimmed bush. She looked over her shoulder at me, grinning in her act of exhibitionism, and closed the curtains shut.

End of chapter 4.

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It Started with Speeding Ch. 05



I would like to thank 'freaknut' for her help in writing this entire story. She gave me direction where I had none, and inspiration where I needed it.

Chapter 5

I was pulled over again Sunday afternoon on my way back from Blockbuster. I gripped the wheel of my sports car angrily. I had been driving no more than five mph over! My friends warned me about this when I decided to buy a sports car.

I sat in the car, trying to calm down, as the officer came to the window and tapped on the glass. I rolled it down and found myself looking into the sunglasses of Officer Katherine Mills. My anger turned into nervousness, and suddenly I felt like I was doing something wrong.

She looked very different than she had last night. She looked professional, hard as nails. Especially with those dark shades. "Hey, Simon. I'm not going to give you a ticket," she explained. "But we need to talk. For real this time. There's a diner I like up here, want to get some coffee?"

I didn't. I didn't want anything to do with this woman anymore. She had taken my calm and loving married life and flipped it on its head. But there was something about the authority of the uniform that made me nod my head. "Sure. You lead the way." There was something about Kat that I couldn't deny.

The diner was small and narrow. The vinyl booths that lined the large windows were green, the tables were covered in speckled Formica, and a juke box played oldies against the wall. We sat in the back, as far away from anyone else as we could.

Kat pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, using them as a headband to hold the loose pieces of blonde hair at bay. She really was a beautiful woman, and I hated thinking about it.

"Okay, look... I'm going to be completely honest here," she began. "I'm... attracted to you. I like you."

I flinched at her words. "But I'm married. You're married," I objected.

Her smile was wistful, distant. "Yes, you're right. And I love Jamie. I love him so much. And from the way I see you look at Adrienne, I can tell you love her very much." She took a sip of her coffee. "I actually got to talking with her last night, and I really like her, too."

"I'm sorry," I said, confused, "I don't know what you want..."

She thought a moment, then said, "When I pulled you over, a couple weeks ago, I hadn't had sex for far too long. I didn't plan what happened. It just did. I... I think you'll agree with this." I nodded. "And when I learned that you were my new neighbor, I was confused and a little afraid. I thought that I'd never see you again. It was supposed to be an intense experience that I could always look back on with a guilty smile. Not something that I needed to deal with. But there you were."

She took another sip of coffee. Her lips were pink and full. I waited for her to continue.

"I went through a variety of emotions over the next couple days. I was angry with myself for doing something so stupid. I was upset that you were so close. But I was also very excited. The danger was getting me... aroused. I thought about... the two of us, getting together again while our spouses were in the next room. I fantasized about you. I couldn't get you out of my thoughts."

Briefly, I thought about my own actions: crouching in the darkness behind her house, spying on her as she fucked her husband. I blushed. She was embarrassing me. I was embarrassing myself. But I let her continue.

"When you came to the party, I was already a little drunk. We needed to talk, but I shouldn't have taken you up to that room alone. All I could think about was jumping you. In the closet..." She trailed off, her face flushed. She rolled her beautiful, hazel eyes, finding mine once again. "I was drunk and horny. It was like fortune was offering me a chance to fulfill my fantasy, and I took it." She sighed. "But it shouldn't have happened. And it won't happen again. I like you, Simon, and I'm attracted to you, but I know that you don't want to do this. You don't want to hurt Adrienne, and I respect that. She's a wonderful woman."

"Okay," I said at last. "So what now?" I couldn't come out and tell her that I didn't want to see her anymore, but I wanted to. I was too attracted to her to be her friend anymore. We had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

She shrugged, showing a bit of uncertainty. "I guess we just pretend like it never happened?" She saw my incredulous look and gave me a helpless one of her own. "I know, it's impossible. So let's just keep it our secret."

I was still a little dubious and it must have showed. "Look, Simon, I'm not asking for you to be my friend." She took a deep breath. "With Jamie's travel schedule, he only spends about half his time in this area. In fact, he's leaving in a couple weeks for two more months! I try to throw myself into my work, but you saw how successful that was..."

I did see. Vividly. Black lacy bra tucked like a shelf under her soft, big breasts. The pink line of her swollen sex lips. I blinked, tried to dispel the thoughts from my mind. "What I did was actually very dangerous. You know? It could be worse than this." She shrugged. "Maybe having a couple friends will help me deal with his absence." Glancing at me shyly, she added, "Or at least one good friend."

So the ball was in my court. She gazed at me with her soft hazel eyes. If I thought she was capable, I would have thought she was pleading with me. I wanted to tell her that she was too different from my wife, but I couldn't. Not to those eyes. Not to this blonde.

I nodded. "I can't promise anything. But... friends. Just friends," I repeated. "And no more talk about... things."

"Oh, absolutely."

We settled the bill. I hadn't touched my coffee. My stomach couldn't handle it.

She slipped her sunglasses on and smiled for the first time since I'd seen her. "Good thing we had this talk, because I'm going shopping with Adrienne when I get off later today."

Kat smiled wider at my stunned expression, turned on a shiny heel, and walked to her police cruiser.

I think that if Kat had stayed out of my life from that day on, I could have gotten over what I had done, and I could have forgotten about the sexy blonde. But instead, I saw her more and more over the passing weeks. Like she said, she came over for a shopping trip with Adrienne. Both women looked incredibly sexy in their hip hugging jeans and tight tops. I was fortunate to know them, but cursed to have slept with both of them.

The following week, I found myself volunteering to go to the grocery store at night, hoping to get another show through the windows of the Mills home. No luck there, but my heart still pounded at the possibility.

I felt like I was both in control of my life, yet at the same time unable to change the disastrous direction that I was headed. I didn't have to keep creeping over to the Mills house to peak in through their window. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't help myself. The mere chance of seeing the blonde naked again kept me coming back.

Adrienne and Kat grew closer, but I stayed away. So much so that at last, Adrienne confronted me. "Why don't you like Kat?"

I didn't know how to answer. "What makes you think that I don't?"

"Well, you always act very stand-offish when she's around. And you never want to go out with us. Things are hard for her, especially with her husband gone now." She put her hands gently on my shoulders, looking at me with those dark eyes. "Believe me, I know what it's like to have a husband who's not around a whole lot." I had been working later, volunteering just to stay away from the mess that was becoming my personal life. Again, I could have fixed this problem, steering myself in away from the disaster, but I kept on flying down the mountain.

Adrienne blinked her long lashes at me innocently, but I felt the cut.

"I'm sorry. Sorry. I'll... try better."

"We're hosting the block party next week. Try to be at least civil to her. I can tell, she's... hurt by it."

"Okay, dear. I love you. Anything for you." I kissed her lightly on the lips. She had no idea what she was asking.

***

Saturday. The day of our BBQ. I found sleep came grudgingly the night before. When I did sleep, my dreams were filled with visions of Katherine. I woke up hard every time.

Adrienne had an appointment at the salon in the morning, and I was instructed to straighten up the house and given a long list of things to buy for the party. "So I get to do errands while you go and get your nails done?"

She gave me a quick nod. "Yeah?" I couldn't argue with that.

On my way to the grocery store, my eyes -- as always -- scanned the windows of the blonde's home. Her bathroom windows were steamed up, and I instantly felt hard at the thought of the blonde naked in the shower. Soaping her big breasts. Shaving her pussy lips. It took every ounce of willpower to keep on walking.

I started drinking fairly early, when the first few guests arrived. After all, I had to be an accommodating guest to them. Couldn't let them drink alone, right? It was five o'clock and pleasant enough outside that many of the guests were wearing shorts. I had opted for jeans and a blue plaid short sleeved shirt that I wore untucked.

I felt the barbeque was going very well. I had a grill out, cooking up hot dogs and burgers and chatting with those in line for food. The neighbors had all brought some dish over, so food was simply not a problem.

Someone offered to take over the grilling duties from me, and I was grateful for the break. I found Adrienne sipping on a beer outside, talking to young Tommy Neilson. She was wearing a stylish jean skirt, cut above her knee in denim, and a very trendy top: tight all over and covered in prints. The shirt was actually sheer, and if you looked carefully, you could see her tight white tank top covering her perky breasts and flat stomach. Light tan slides with low pointed heels -- more stylish than slutty -- completed her ensemble. She wore her dark hair clipped back with silver barrettes, baring her cute little ears and long, graceful neck.

She gave me a kiss when she saw me. "I see Jim Porter offered to take over manning the grill. Does that mean you're in search of Nicole, the fiery redhead?" She was a little drunk and often teased me about my wandering eye. I blushed, thinking about the young and attractive mother-of-three. Nicole was currently crouched down at the poolside, carefully watching her young children swim around. She was wearing a short little sundress, and by the way she was crouched, her dress had ridden far up along her thigh.

Adrienne followed my eye and laughed. "Well, she's definitely wearing a thong," my wife said, drawing an even greater blush from me. "Or nothing at all." She giggled.

Tommy was just as embarrassed as me. "I'm going to... go..." I said, holding up my empty beer and walking inside. My brunette wife went back to talking to Tommy about school and his future plans.

Inside, I literally ran into Kat. It was the first time I had seen her at the party, although from the look of her nearly empty bottle of beer, she'd been here for a little bit, anyway.

"Hey," I said, awkwardly. She smiled back at me, nodding an acknowledgement.

I remembered Adrienne's words. "It looks like you need another beer... I mean, I'm getting one, so it wouldn't be too much trouble to... uh... would you like another beer?" I stammered out at last.

She put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing, her hazel eyes lighting up intoxicatingly. I was standing a little closer than normal comfort levels dictated, and I could smell her flowery perfume. She finished off her beer in one, long swig, and handed the empty to me. "Sure. Another beer sounds wonderful." She was still smiling at me. My face warmed.

When I went to get the beers, the blonde didn't follow me. She just stood there, right at the doors to the patio and waited.

As I returned, I thought once again how beautiful she was, and for no good reason, my heart rate stepped up a notch. I knew that nothing was going to happen between us. But still, her scent, her long flowing blonde hair, her beautiful skin and face... I shook my head, trying to clear it.

When I did, she was still standing there, wearing a pair of Capri-style jeans that sat low on her hips and a white blouse with loose, peasant-girl sleeves, a scooping neckline that offered an enticing hint of cleavage, and a string cincher that tied below her breasts, pulling the fabric of the blouse in tight across her ample bosom.

I could see the white strap of her bra where the wide collar of her shirt had shifted further out on her smooth shoulder. I saw the soft skin of her stomach where the shirt ended and the jeans began. I wondered if she was wearing a thong under her jeans. I wondered if I'd find out.

"Here's your beer," I said, handing it to her. Our hands touched in the exchange. I wanted to feel her soft skin again. We shared a moment.

"So... I was beginning to think you didn't like me."

"Oh, no... I've just been... you know. Busy."

She nodded at me. "Yeah. I know." Silence again. We both sipped on our beers.

"So, Jamie's gone again?"

She nodded. "Month and a half." She sighed to herself. "I've been good though." Her eyes darted up from her beer, her face flushed from the unintended double entendre. "I mean... you know..."

I nodded, but she shook her head, closing her pretty eyes. Unsure of what to do, I stepped closer and put my hand on her back. She turned, opened her eyes, and looked at me. She gave me a crooked, exasperated smile, and said, "Want to go sit down?"

I nodded and we went to the couch.

We sat in silence. I lounged in the fuzziness of my alcoholic buzz, heightened and enhanced by the closeness of the woman I had been obsessing about for the past two months.

"Simon, Jamie knows about us." Her measured eyes watched my reaction carefully. I felt like my eyes were going to burst from their sockets, and a quiet gasp escaped before I could help it.

"What?!" I tried to keep my voice down.

Concerned, the blonde looked around, patting my knee reassuringly. When those hazel eyes returned to mine, they were filled with a self-assurance that I had been missing for as many weeks as it had been since I'd met this woman. "Shhh," she said gently, but her eyes were authoritative. "Let me explain. And don't make a scene."

No one was looking.

"Jamie knows how hard it is for me when he's gone. He knows that I'm very... sexual. He's always told me that if I really needed to, I could sleep with other guys. When he was gone."

"You..." I really didn't know what I wanted to say.

She smiled at my confusion. "You were actually my first." I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or to be upset. She didn't give me time to react. "Hey, you never gave me a tour of the house." She'd been over here a lot in the past month and a half. The suggestion was clear. She didn't avert her eyes from mine. She waited patiently for my answer.

Still a little confused, but also quite aroused, I nodded my head slowly. "No... I haven't." I looked away, through the bay doors to the patio outside. I spotted Adrienne, still talking with Tommy. She looked up just then, met my eyes, and smiled widely. She waved and gave me a thumbs up, obviously encouraging my attention to Kat. If she only knew.

I smiled back at her. I loved her. The slender brunette gave me strength.

But when I looked back at Kat and her long blonde hair and glittering hazel eyes, all that strength crumbled. My brain felt numb. My hands shook. My body knew what I was going to do before I did. It nodded. It stood. "Right this way," I heard my voice say. I didn't care. Not at that point. All I cared about was the wonderful things that I was going to do to this beautiful blonde.

We went straight for the guest bedroom. It was rarely used, and there would be no chance that Adrienne would accidentally walk in on us. We were in each other's arms before the door was even closed. I was so preoccupied with feeling this woman's soft body against mine that I didn't even think to lock the door.

Her mouth felt so good against my own, her slippery tongue aggressive and impassioned. She practically tore my shirt open, refusing to pull her lips from mine. We broke long enough for me to pull her blouse off, leaving her in a white satin push-up bra that helped the swells of her breasts form a deep valley. I wanted to run my tongue along that valley, but the blonde took my head in her hands and brought it back to her mouth.

She pushed me back onto the neatly made bed, straddling me and kissing my neck. Her soft blonde hair smelled so good as it caressed my face. Her delicate fingers found my cock, erect and throbbing. She moaned as she licked and sucked my skin. Her marvelous tongue swirled down my chest, finding my nipples. Her hand tightened around my groin and I felt teeth clamp down lightly on my nipples.

"Ah!" I gasped. She looked up at me, smiling with animal hunger. Our eyes met and I smiled back. Then my eyes slid down to the dark crease of her cleavage. She flashed me a crooked smile before lowering her head back down to my body.

I felt her hands work expertly on my belt and in moments, we were frantically pulling my jeans and boxers off. She wasted no time taking my hard on in her wet and slippery mouth. She sucked hard and deep, slurping up and down, blonde hair bobbing furiously for my pleasure. I felt my cock enter her throat as she began to deep throat me. This time, I was a little bit more prepared for the immense pleasure that her mouth was bringing me. I closed my eyes, rocked back on my shoulders, and groaned loudly. I couldn't take much more of the pleasure, but I didn't want her to stop. I couldn't have asked, even if I did. I had lost all ability to speak. The only sounds I was capable of as she drove her head up and down on my cock were unintelligible groans.

I put a hand on her honey blonde locks and began to pump my hips into her gently. She knew what was coming and slurped back off until she had half my penis in her mouth. She clutched her hand around my shaft and pumped me a couple more times. The pressure was enough to send me soaring, and for the second time in four years, I came into a woman's mouth.

She pulled off me, looking up and smiling broadly. "You taste wonderful, baby," she said, licking her lips. My body shuddered and I lay my head back down against the bed. This woman was too much! Already I felt my erection stirring, and she had done nothing but say one sentence to me.

She crawled up on the bed next to me, bringing her lips down on mine. Again, I tasted the viscous consistency of my own cum.

My hands felt the softness of my neighbor's body. She was still wearing her bra and her jeans. Too many clothes. We kissed as I undressed her body, sliding the jeans over the smoothness of her buttocks.

My eyes lit up at her g-string: thin white satin like her bra, nothing more than a T-back meeting at the firm half-moons of her ass. Her little black tattoo sat just above the g-string, too full, puckering lips. She wiggled her butt at me when she saw me looking and laughed quietly. "Someone has a panty fetish," she said to me.

"Who's that?" I asked, flipping her over on her back and bringing my mouth to her neck. She cooed, sighing, "Oh, I don't know..."

At last, I got to kiss along the ridges of her breasts. They were so soft, I noted as I slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders. I wanted to taste them. I wanted to suckle them. I popped the front clasp, her tits springing free at last.

It was amazing how perfect her small, light brown nipples were. They grew harder in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around them. "Ahhhh! Ah!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, yes!"

I alternated breasts for a while, but my mind had other kingdoms to conquer, and the blonde sighed as she felt my little kisses work their way down her toned stomach, knowing exactly what was coming.




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I kissed over the thin layer of satin that separated her sex from my lips. The material was damp and musky, a smell I could never get enough of.

My fingertips slid into her g-string and slowly pulled them down off her womanly hips. What I was expected to find was a perfectly smooth pussy, so the sight of her little brush of blonde hair -- barely there -- brought a very pleasant thrill to me. Her tight vulva was still as bare and as smooth as the undersides of her breasts, but now she had a thin strip of wispy blonde hair stretching an inch and a half up her otherwise clean shaven mound.

My lips couldn't get enough of her soft vagina. I had never gone down on a woman who took care of herself to this extent, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to again. The folds of her cunt were as soft as the backside of a baby's hand, and judging from her sharp gasps and moans, very sensitive. I sucked the engorged lips of her labia into her mouth, ran my tongue from side to side over the slippery flesh. The feeling of her bald pussy on my face was getting me hard, something that had never happened before in all my years of oral sex.

Encouraged by her moaning, I sucked down on her clit, loving the way my nose brushed against the brief pubes of her landing strip. I spelled out the letters of the alphabet with my tongue and brought my hands in for reinforcement. "Yes! OHHH!" she gasped as I pushed first one, then a second digit into her wet opening. "More!" she pleaded. I hesitated before introducing a third, stretching her like I'd never stretched Adrienne before. "OHHH! GOD, Simon!! Yess!" Her voice quivered. She humped my face and fingers, her slender thighs closing in around my head. "Oh, oh! Simon! OH!"

I continued to lap at her sex, brushing my lips across her clit from side to side, darting my tongue here and there. I knew that I had to be careful not to over stimulate that sensitive button, so I worked the periphery, licking around it, never right on it. "OHHH!! OH!!" She was being loud, but I didn't care. For those few moments, all I cared was bringing this gorgeous blonde to a crashing orgasm on my mouth. "UH! UH! OHHHHH! YES!! THERE!! YES!! YESS!! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

She smothered me as she came. Her already hard abs clenched into a six pack and she clamped her strong legs around me. Sound was cut off. Air was cut off. She bucked and spasmed. She lost control.

I was hard again, giving her only a short moment to recover before sliding up along her toned body. My dick slid along her creamy thighs. I took it in my hand and guided it up along her smooth lips which glistened with her own girl-cum.

"Yes, Simon... put it in me! I need it in me."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I pushed inside her swollen folds with a low groan from both of us. "Oh baby, your cock feels sooo good. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me..." she said in a breathy voice.

I pumped her and she spread her legs wider and wider for me. "Fuck, harder, harder!" The slapping sound of our moist bodies hitting each other grew louder, faster. I positioned her legs up over my shoulders, her body folded nearly in half as I pushed my cock as deep as I could get into her vagina.

"Oh yes! Oh baby, yes, yesss..."

I closed my eyes. Everything was focused on the pleasure of my cock sliding in and out of the blonde. The world dimmed for a moment. I could feel no pain. I felt myself rising, up, up. And then my balls contracted. My penis jerked. All that pent of energy came pulsating forward, entering the warmth of this married woman's snatch. I felt her walls clench in her own orgasm as she felt my hot cum fill her. Our juices mixed, unaware of the illicit act, and my throbbing erection was bathed in our slick love.

"Oh... oh..." was all I could say, my eyes still closed. I shuddered. We shuddered together. Her pillowy breasts were sticky with sweat as I rested down on her.

We only had a moment to bathe in the after glow, however. I heard the tell-tale creak of the third step. Someone was coming up the stairs! My eyes darted to the door. It was unlocked. Oh shit, I thought. Pin-pricks of anxiety assaulted my face and body.

I jumped up with a flash, groaning for a moment as I pulled myself free of Kat's pussy. She was just as alert as I was, gathering our clothes and throwing them hastily into the closet. I glanced at the bed, pulling the corners taught in a desperate move to return it to it's original state. That sort of worked.

"Oh, you have to see our guest bedroom," a woman's voice said. Adrienne's. Oh my God, oh my God! I couldn't think. I could hear my heart pounding deep in my ear drums.

We slipped naked into the closet -- shutting the door and locking us in darkness -- just as the guest bedroom door opened up.

I waited, unaware that I was holding my breath.

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It Started with Speeding Ch. 06



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*****

The door opened and closed.

"Smells like sex in here," Adrienne commented. My heart constricted violently. "Someone's been having a good time at my party," she laughed. "So that's the grand tour of my home, Tommy." She was with the Neilson's kid. She had been spending quite a lot of time with him. I listened closer.

There was a silence in the room out there. No. Not a silence. I heard something. Movement maybe? I couldn't tell. Then,

"Don't be so nervous, Tommy. The door's locked."

"Oh, Adrienne. It's just that Simon's right downstairs, and... oh..."

"Go on. What were you saying?" my wife asked in a very innocent tone, which usually meant she was not doing something innocent at all.

"Um... Adrienne, you are so beautiful."

"Why thank you, Tommy. But are you talking about me, or my breasts?"

What the hell was going on out there? I asked, knowing perfectly well what was going on.

"Am I going to be the only naked one? I meant it when I said I wanted to fuck you." WHAT! I couldn't think properly. I actually wondered what she meant by that. What was going on here?

"Are you sure? I mean, you're a little drunk and... we've never--" His voice was cut off. I imagined the two of them kissing, tongues caressing each other passionately.

"Yes, I'm sure. Let's call it my farewell gift." More lip smacking sounds. "You've wanted to fuck me ever since we made out at the Mills' party." More revelations! What the fuck was she talking about? What was this slut talking about!? "Besides, Tommy," she said in a teasing, come hither voice, "You've fucked me with my vibrator while I sucked your cock. I've swallowed your cum several times. We've basically had sex, lover. Now come here at let me taste that beautiful dick of yours."

What was she saying? She didn't own a vibrator! And she swallowed his cum? She didn't swallow mine... And... she never talked like this to me when we made love... and...

Shit, what right did I have to be mad? I was standing in a closet, naked next to a woman who I had just fucked. And to make everything even more confusing, I was growing an erection. I sighed as I felt Kat's hands hug me from behind. Her soft breasts pushed into my back and she leaned in, whispering, "Are you okay?"

I had no idea how to answer that. How the hell was I supposed to answer that!? I nodded curtly. Shit, what was going on here?! Her hand brushed over my semi-hard penis and she whispered quietly, "Looks like something's okay."

I brushed her hand away impatiently, trying to hear what was going on out there, when Kat did something that completely shocked me. She slid the closet door about an inch open and peaked out. Our little closet was immediately flooded with light. Kat was crouching down, her head along the crack of the closet, staring out. Her skin gleamed like satin in the softly leaking light.

I wanted to close the door back up, but I also wanted to take a look. With the door open, I could hear the slurping sounds of my wife's loud blowjob. I couldn't help myself. I had to look.

The closet faced the foot of the bed, and Tommy was sitting at the head board, resting his shaggy blonde hair against the wall, legs spread, as Adrienne worked her mouth up and down on his cock. I couldn't see the actual blowjob due to my wife's bobbing head, but I could see the look of pure ecstasy on his face. His mouth was just slightly open, his eyes were closed shut. He looked serene. He looked like he could stay like this for the rest of his life and he would be the happiest guy alive.

Adrienne was completely naked but for a little blue thong. She was positioned between his legs with her tight ass up in the air, the blue thong stretched tightly across the fat, excited lips of her sex.

As she worked her mouth along his cock, her left hand found its way into her panties, and I watched in aroused disbelief as my wife of four years began to finger her clit as she sucked another man off in our guest bedroom!

I was still unsure of my emotions, but I also knew now that this was turning me on.

When Tommy got close to his big climax, Adrienne pulled her glistening fingers from her honey pot, slathering his erection with her own juices as she double pumped his cock. From experience, I guessed that she was swirling her tongue quickly over his mushroom head and along the sensitive vein of his shaft. This is where she normally pulls off me and grabs a handful of tissues. I kept waiting for her to do this, but I also knew that this time, she wasn’t going to.

Tommy's jaw clenched as his cock jerked. Adrienne immediately stopped bobbing her head, busy swallowing his thick load. I truly felt betrayed at that moment. But I never felt more aroused, either. It was like I was dreaming. Like none of this counted.

When she was done swallowing, she sat back on her heels, her sexy back drawing my attention. "Thanks," Tommy said.

My wife laughed. "My pleasure." She sounded like she meant it.

She crawled up the bed, turning and leaning against the headboard next to him. "Now... I have a little surprise for you." She kissed him before hooking her hands in her thong and pulling them down.

I gasped in unison with Tommy. "What was it that you said you liked? 'A little above, none below'?" Her pussy, which had always been covered with a thin layer of dark brown curls, was now bare but for a narrow, inverted triangle of pubes. Her bush was gone, replaced by an instructional arrow. She ran her fingers gently over her now bare lips, which were red and swollen and parted ever so slightly, and said, "I had it waxed this morning. You like?"

Tommy answered by getting between her legs, stealing my view away. She shuddered, saying, "Tommy, be very gentle. It's sooo sensitive... mmmm... yes, like thaaaat..."

I couldn't keep my eyes off the little crack in the door, watching this young man's shaggy blonde hair hover around my wife's cunt. Adrienne bit her lip, trying to keep her moaning as quiet as she could. Her beautiful face was a mask of rapture. "Oh, oh, ohhh! Tommy, Tommy--uh! Shit, baby, that feels really fucking good, but--uhhhh... but baby, I brought you up here to fuck me, not eat me."

She took his head in her hands, bringing it up to her mouth. Another betrayel. She never kissed me after I'd gone down on her. She didn't like tasting herself. And here she was, engaged in a full on tongue duel with our young neighbor, his cheeks still glistening with her juices.

I didn't really have a whole lot of time to be angry, though, because the next moment, she pushed him onto his back. Straddling him and taking his cock in her hands, she said, "Oh, Tommy, I've wanted to do this ever since Kat's party. You got me so goddamned excited, fingering me like that. If you had asked, my pussy would have been yours that night."

As she said this, she ran his cock head along her hairless cunt lips. "Well, good luck in college and all that," she said, lowering herself onto him. I watched in horror as Tommy's erect dick disappeared so easily into the woman that I had pledged my whole life to.

"Oh, Adrienne! Ohhh, this is so niiiice... You are incredibly wet..."

"You like that, huhhh...? You like how wet you've made my married pussy?"

I was a deer caught in the headlights: eyes wide, staring at the thing that would destroy me, unable to do anything but watch. I was so busy watching Adrienne pump her hips on the young man's body that it took me a short moment to realize that my own cock, inexplicably hard, was enveloped by Kat's warm and talented mouth.

I moaned despite the danger of the situation. Luckily, the two adulterous lovers were oblivious to anything but themselves and their own fucking.

Adrienne threw her head back passionately, a few strands of her silky brown hair sticking to her forehead erotically. She was biting her lower lip again, her brow furrowed as Tommy's young cock brought her to higher and higher levels of pleasure. "Uh, uh, ngh, ngh! Yes, yes! There, there! Ngh! Yes! Oh! Oh! OHHHHH!!!"

I couldn't take it. I couldn't take this. Part of me wanted to burst forth from the closet. To pull my wife off the teenager. But looking down and seeing the blonde head bobbing like a porn star between my legs, I knew I would never do this. I knew that the situation, no matter how wrong it was, was one of the craziest and sexiest thing that I have ever been a part of. I exploded in Kat's mouth as Tommy exploded in my wife's snatch. He grabbed her hips, he pulled her down to him, jamming his hips up into her. The lovers moaned. I stifled mine.

They spent several minutes kissing and cuddling. "Tommy, you are going to make so many young women happy."

"I made you happy then?" he asked playfully.

"Oh, yes. Very much so. Now, you better get dressed and head down to the party. I'll be down shortly. That way, there shouldn't be any suspicion."

He got dressed. They kissed one last time at the door. It broke my heart. When he was gone, Adrienne went over to the edge of the bed and sat down, crossing her legs. What was she doing?

"You two can come out now," she said, looking directly at the closet door that we were hiding behind.

I froze. Huh?

Kat was sliding the door open before I could react. As the curvy blonde stepped out, I glanced at her round butt, remembering once again her nakedness. My nakedness.

Adrienne was smiling at me, but there was little mirth in those upturned lips. "Honey, did you enjoy the show?"

I said nothing, and she looked at the blonde. "Oh yeah," Kat said, nodding.

"Well," Adrienne said, uncrossing her legs and spreading her thighs. I noticed a trickle of Tommy's cum leak from her bald pussy lips. "I guess it's all out in the open." I couldn't remember when this beautiful woman had acted so lewdly. We stared at each other, her dark eyes burning into mine. She batted her long lashes and patted the spot next to her.

I sat down beside her obediently. I didn't know what else to do. Kat sat on the other side of me.

And then, Adrienne surprised me. She gave me a great big hug, bringing her lips to mine in a warm, gentle kiss. "Honey... Kat and I have had a girl-to-girl talk about... things."

I looked at Katherine, who was actually looking a little embarrassed. It was strange, seeing the blonde act like a shy little girl with her fingers in the cookie jar. She just nodded.

"I have to admit, I was angry at first. I was so angry..." Her voice trailed off. She paused for a moment, then shook her head. "But, honey, the truth of the matter is... I haven't been the most faithful of wives to you, either. Being angry would have been hypocritical."

"You mean you've..." I couldn't say it. Slept with other people. I couldn't get the words out.

She shook her head. "No. Well, not until just now," she added, laughing lightly. "But... I've fooled around a little. At Kat's party. I was drunk. Tommy was soo... enticing at the time. And then, when you started working all the time, I became lonely." I wasn't judging her. Not then. I wasn't capable of it. My mind was numb.

"You're not mad anymore?" I stammered.

She looked at me lovingly. "Well, part of me still is. That's sort of why I arranged this little encounter. My little revenge." She managed to say that with love and affection.

"The main reason?" I asked.

She smiled at me, and at last, I felt some warmth in the smile. "For a guy who looks stupid with shock, you're a pretty sharp guy." She looked across me at the blonde. "The other reason is because of Kat. She likes you. And apparently, you really like her. And she's been really lonely, without Jamie around. And... well, I kind of know what that's like." She shrugged.

"I don't understand."

Kat had gotten off the bed and was dressing herself.

"Baby, I love you. You know that," Adrienne said softly to me, holding me closer. "Things have been all... fucked up. Ever since we moved here. But I don't regret the move." She looked in the blonde's direction. "I've met some great people here. And now, I want to fix things."

She stared at me, her deep brown eyes measuring my reactions. "Kat and I have discussed it and... I want you to be Kat's lover--when Jamie's out of town."

My jaw fell open. Kat was looking sheepish as she pulled her blouse on over her head.

"Of course, there are going to be rules. The most important one being that I need to be present whenever this happens. We need to be honest now. No more sneaking around. I've thought about this a lot, and the only way I'm going to be okay with this arrangement is if we are completely open about this. And as soon as someone has a problem with it, it stops."

I nodded. I was beginning to realize what was going on, and the feeling that was creeping over me was something like the feeling I used to get Christmas morning. I heard the jingle of sleigh bells.

"The other thing is that I get to sleep with other guys, if I choose to. Same rules apply to me as they do to you: you must be present and I must tell you before it happens. And if you've got a problem with this, then it all ends."

I wasn't so sure about this, but the other promises were overshadowing all else.

"Finally, and this may be the hardest for you, but I want you to be here, Simon. You're my husband. This is more of a request than a rule, but..." For the first time tonight, she looked unsure of herself. "I just wish you could be home more."

I nodded. At last, there was something I could do. Something that I had control of. "I'll make sure to get out of the office at a more reasonable time. You have always come before the job. Thanks for reminding me of that."

She smiled broadly, the smile that lit up her eyes. "I love you, Simon. Remember that."

"And I love you," I replied.

"Well, I'm going to go home. You two still have a party going on downstairs." Kat was at the door, fully clothed once again.

Adrienne stood up, walked over to the other woman, and hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Kat."

"I think that I should be the one thanking you," she said, looking over my wife's naked shoulder and winking at me. I blushed.

The women broke the embrace, but stared into each other's eyes, an entire conversation in that glance. "We'll talk about... later," Adrienne said, and Kat nodded.

When the blonde was gone, Adrienne turned around, cocking her hip to one side and posing for me. Her thighs glistened. I shivered, looking at the thin triangle that was all that was left of her dark bush. "We have a party to get back to," she said, and laughed out loud.

End of chapter 6.

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It Started with Speeding Ch. 07



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Chapter 7

Jamie came back the next week, so Adrienne, Kat and I didn't get together after our little arrangement was discussed. However, my sex life with Adrienne was reborn. While it had always been great, four years of marriage can take its toll. Now, we were suddenly newly weds.

Still, I couldn't help looking forward to the time when Jamie left for another long trip. And I felt guilty as hell thinking that.

A couple months later, Jamie left for Europe. Two months away. I couldn't have been happier. We never spoke of the agreement directly, but Adrienne made sure to allude to it. "Saturday night, you want to go dancing with Kat and I?" Adrienne asked, her voice too innocent, as she tried the dishes.

My eyes lit up and I tried to reply as nonchalantly as I could, "Sure. Sounds like fun." She laughed at me, hitting me with her towel.

Friday, the girls went shopping for their night out. I had the most unproductive day at work since I'd arrived several months before.

When I came home, the house was filled with the delicious scent of roasted pork. My favorite dinner. I wandered into the kitchen, loosening my tie as I did so.

My wife was at the counter, preparing dinner. She was wearing her white apron with its lacy pink trim, and nothing else. Her naked ass and bare back greeted me as I walked into the kitchen, covered only by the slim, criss-crossing ties of the apron.

She turned her head as I came in. "Oh hi, honey. Dinner's almost ready. Could you set the table?" She spoke as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

I slid up behind my wife, feeling her naked body, running my hands over the apron, over her ripe little breasts. I kissed her neck and she giggled. "What's all this for?" I asked.

"Well," she said. "I figured you and I should have a night to ourselves. Just you and me. After all, after tomorrow night..." Her suggestion was obvious.

"Let's get this night started correctly," I said, my hand creeping under the apron along her thigh. She brushed my hand away, turning around and taking me in my arms. She was all smiles.

"Now honey, you need to get your strength up! Go and set the table."

"I'll set the table," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the dinner table.

"Whoa!" she laughed as I pushed her back playfully. She was laughing as I dropped to her long, slender legs, kissing the soft skin. "Honey--haha! Come on!" She laughed and I smiled as I kissed my way up her legs.

"Come on, baby, the food'll get burned!"

I ignored her, my lips finding her thighs soft and warm. I slid my hands along her hips, loving the feel of her soft body. My head started to creep under the apron and soon her laughter turned into sighing.

"I'm warning you," she said half-heartedly and I slid my right hand around, brushing it over the lips of her sex. "Ohhhh..." she sighed again.

Over the past couple months, she had grown most of her dark curls back, telling me that her Brazilian bikini wax was just too painful to do on a regular basis. Now, my fingers were once again tracing over the silky folds of a hairless quim.

"Uhhhh... sensitive..." she gasped. I pushed her apron up, bringing her beautiful sex lips, completely devoid of hair but for the thinnest, tracest line of dark hair rising above her red and swollen lips.

"Oh my God..." I moaned at the sight. It was so beautiful. I dove in.

Later that night, the two of us were lying in bed, naked and glistening from the long bout of sex we had just shared. Adrienne was playing with my now limp erection, coated in her drying secretions.

"Honey... remember when I told you a couple months ago that we needed to be absolutely open with each other?"

"Yes," I said. I became very anxious all of a sudden, trying to think of what I might have done wrong. Before I could come up with something, she continued, "Well... I kind of have something to tell you..."

My anxiety levels dropped, but not my heart rate. What now? I thought nervously. I could feel myself getting jealous already, preparing myself, yet at the same time, aroused. Her fingers kept working my cock, gently stroking it.

"Go on," I gulped.

"Well..." she took a deep breath. "Well, this is kind of hard." Another deep breath.

"Honey, you can tell me anything."

She looked me in the eyes and smiled. "I know. But this is still kind of hard." The suspense was driving me crazy! "Okay... well, as you've probably noticed, I went and got my... bikini done."

"Yeah, I noticed that," I said, running my fingers along her smooth pussy.

"I was so nervous! And a little scared, you know? I think that Kat kind of detected my anxiety and she offered to go with me. You know, hold my hand. Moral support."

"Uh huh."

"Well, we decided to make a day of it. Go to get my pussy waxed, then go shopping!" She laughed nervously. "On the way to the salon, we got to talking about college days. Kat said something about being pretty wild in college. I told her that I wasn't surprised, and we laughed at that. She said that she tried just about everything..." My wife trailed off. "Didn't think much of it at the time.

"Anyway, we get to the salon for my appointment. Gabriella, the South American beauty who waxed me last time, said that it would be okay if Kat sat in. We went into the back and I took off my skirt and panties. Kat sat next to me and held my hand as Gabriella did her thing. She tried to put me at ease, chit chatting about everyday things. Between Kat and Gabriella, I actually calmed down. Then..."

Again, Adrienne sighed. She was absently stroking my cock, now fully erect. I had I strong feeling as to what happened next. All attention was on my wife and her words.

"Then, Gabriella applied the soothing aloe cream to my very sensitive skin." She stopped and looked me right in the eye. "And I got turned on. I have never been turned on so much by a woman in my entire life. By the time Gabriella was finished and she excused herself to get something from the back, I was visibly wet."

I couldn't believe this was actually Adrienne telling me this! She had always maintained that she was "straight as an arrow." When we watched porn, we skipped the lesbian scenes because they were boring to her. And now...

"Well, Kat must have noticed my arousal, because her eyes were all over my burning pussy. The pain was still there, but I was so confused, I was hardly thinking about it. I jumped when I felt Kat's hands on my stomach, soothing me. 'Does it hurt badly?' she asked. I shook my head. Now it was Kat's touch that was getting me aroused. Her hazel eyes flickered up and over mine briefly before returning to their view of my nakedness. Her fingers slid lower, down my tummy. I held my breath as they traced the thin line of my landing strip, and I shuddered when they delicately glided down along my slit."

She closed her eyes, lost in the memory.

"And then?" I asked. My voice broke.

Adrienne smiled wistfully. "I watched, frozen, as she lowered her head to my pussy and ran her tongue along my newly waxed lips. I moaned. I couldn't help it. I was super sensitive. She withdrew, licking her lips. 'That's very smooth,' was all she said, and then the attendant came back."

"Oh my God," I groaned. Her fingers tightened around my erection.

"You are very hard... was it something I said?" She laughed, continuing her slow stroke.

"So what happened after?" I asked, anxious to hear the end of the story.

"Well... we didn't say a whole lot to each other until lunch. She actually apologized to me for... you know. I blushed. Told her not to worry about it. She asked me if I'd ever been with a woman. I told her I hadn't. 'Have you ever thought about it?' I told her I had, but not seriously. 'I was never curious...' I told her.

"'How about now?' she asked. Sometimes, she can be irresistible. Now I kind of know what you went through, Simon. Anyway, I didn't answer her. We just smiled and laughed. And after that, we went shopping."

"That's it?"

Adrienne laughed. "What do you mean, 'That's it?'"

"All you did was go shopping?"

"Honey, you know the rules," she teased. "Except for you and me, no one does anything without all three of us present." If I thought I couldn't get any harder... "And like I said earlier, tonight is going to be just between you and me."

And with those words, she took my aching hard on into her mouth. I couldn't take the slippery caress of her mouth very long, though. Not after her confession and her stroking fingers.

"Honey, I'm close," I said gently. It was a force of habit. For four years, she'd never swallowed. Not until a couple months ago, when she started doing it for Tommy Neilson. Now, she didn't mind it so much. My brunette continued to suck my shaft, knowing I was close.

There is nothing like cumming inside Adrienne's warm mouth. Especially after having been denied it for so long. She swallowed it quickly, but there was always a little that escaped her small mouth, trickling down her chin. She scooped it up with her fingers, licking them clean, like a little bit of jelly had escaped from her croissant.

"I love you, Adrienne," I said when I found the voice to speak.

"I love you, baby. Now no more cumming for you. You need to save your energies for tomorrow night." We kissed each other before I made my way down her trim body.

"No one said anything about you though..."

End of chapter 7.

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It Started with Speeding Ch. 08



I would like to thank 'freaknut' for her help in writing this entire story. She gave me direction where I had none, and inspiration where I needed it. 

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Saturday evening couldn't come soon enough. We had decided on going out to a club named Ulterior that was supposedly the new and trendy place where all the beautiful creatures of the night congregated and danced and showed off. Adrienne had heard from a friend at work that it was a really hip place, and the DJ-spun music was top notch.

It felt really good walking into the club, flanked by two beautiful women. I had worn a pair of black slacks and an untucked striped Ben Sherman shirt.

All the patrons were young and beautiful. I felt like I had stepped into a Hollywood premiere party. The men and women were dressed to impress in the latest, tightest, sexiest fashions.

The girls on either side of me were no exception. Kat, to my right, was wearing a pair of very chic, very low hip-hugging jeans. The denim had a metallic tint to it, shimmering as she walked, and the waist was so low that she’d have a problem bending over, or even sitting down.. She wore a tight black, spaghetti string tank top that left her midriff bare. I could see the black straps of a bra that was obviously of the push-up variety, judging by the shelf of cleavage she was sporting. Strappy wedge heeled shoes and hoop earrings accessorized her, and her honey blonde hair was loose but teased. The jeans were low enough and her tank top was high enough to show off her flat stomach, as well as the little black tattoo of kissing lips on her tailbone.

My wife was no slouch herself. For tonight, she wore the slinkiest outfit I've ever seen her wear. The skirt was very short and very tight, silver and just long enough to cover her ass and the tops of her thighs. From time to time, it was stretch and ride up her legs, flashing the careful viewer an impression of the lacy tops of her nude thigh highs. On top, she wore a short halter top, black and silky with ties that crisscrossed her shapely back. She wore tall, strappy sandals, black to match her halter, and her dark hair was up, leaving her neck -- broken only by a slim choker -- and her ears were bare. Her large dark eyes flashed in the strobe lights, and glitter sparkled off her high cheeks, making her look even more like a graceful, faerie visitor.

Both girls wore more make-up than I was used to them wearing: mascara, eye shadow, glossy lipstick. The works.

We hit the dance floor after a quick drink and a shot -- "To get the night off on the right foot," my wife explained, winking at the blonde. I danced in between the two gorgeous vixens, who did everything they could to tease me. Adrienne, dancing in from of me, would casually run her hand along the front of my pants, checking my erection. It was there every time. Kat danced on the other side of me, grinding her tight body against me, making sure I felt her ripe swells against my back. Looking around, all the guys in the room looked envious.

Over the course of the night, I danced with both women individually, sharing a very soulful kiss with both my wife and, with the nod from her, a deep kiss with the blonde.

After about two hours of dancing, I was beat. My legs ached and I headed for the bar, where the girls had been alternately sharing a stool. I rolled up my sleeves, ordered a Jack and Coke, and said between breaths, "I need to rest, girls. I'm sorry." 

"Don't worry about it," Kat said, stepping up close to Adrienne and running her hand along my wife's arm, "we'll let you rest." My cock began to stir as I watched Kat take my wife's hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. By the way Adrienne was giggling and smiling, I could tell that she had had more than her share of drinks.

The two hot women made their way to the center of the dance floor, turned to each other, and began to dance. It was incredibly erotic. The moved with feline grace, twisting and grinding and grooving to the bumping beat. They found each other's rhythms, synchronizing their tight bodies with one another, and put on a show for me and all the other guys in the club. Legs intertwined, faces close enough to touch, they drank each other's deep gazes, the world closing in to nothing but themselves. Anyone looking over could tell that the girls were into each other, and held their breath for the inevitable kiss that never came.

A couple guys ventured up to the girls, first standing near them, then stepping up to dance. I looked closer when I realized that they must have been twins: same rugged good looks, same light eyes above a week-old shave. One of them put his hands on my wife's hips, breaking her free of Kat's hazel spell. She turned, glancing at the young man who had come to dance with her uninvited, and smiled, obviously liking what she saw. Kat did the same, and she leaned over to Adrienne, whispering something that caused the two women to laugh.

They danced with the twins, making sure to grind back into the guys' crotches. The guys became bolder, their hands starting to roam a little more freely than I was all that comfortable with. As the man dancing with Adrienne began to close his hands up around her breasts, she spun around in a strategic act to keep him at bay. The two freaked each other, his hands all over her nice ass. Again, I grew a little uneasy, but also very aroused. The blonde was doing the same thing now, only she was engaged in a fierce kiss with her twin.

Eventually, the girls returned to dancing with each other, the guys flanking them on either side: a tight little train of undulating bodies. The twin dancing with Kat whispered something to her and she laughed a little before leaning again to my brunette wife and saying something to her.

Adrienne giggled a little bit, looked over at me quickly, and smiled back at Kat. She nodded her head ever so slightly, and Kat smiled at her.

They tilted their heads gently as they brought their lips together. My heart popped. Their full mouths fit together, opening enough to let their tongues slip and slide over one another. Everyone in the club was watching two of the hottest women in the place make out, right in the middle of the dance floor.

This kissing grew more fierce, mouths opening wider, heads tilting further. Even from where I sat, there was no doubt that the two women were locked in an intense tongue duel, their jaws working open and closed. Kat brought her right hand up to the back of Adrienne’s head, pulling her harder into her. My wife simply rested her hands on Kat’s bare hips, playing with the hem of her tight, low-slung jeans.

After what seemed like several minutes, they broke their heated kiss. Adrienne was visibly out of breath. She giggled nervously, but smiled over at me. The guys whispered something else to them, but they shook their heads, together pointing over at me.


The twins looked where I was sitting, shook their heads as though to say, "Lucky bastard," and then disappeared into the crowd as Kat and Adrienne made their way towards me, gently holding hands.

"Ready to go?" Adrienne asked. She was flushed, but all smiles.

"Am I ever!" I replied, and we were out of there.

I don't remember the ride home. I'm not sure if it was because I was a little drunk or really excited, but the next thing I knew, the girls were throwing their purses on the hallway table and the three of us were making our way up to the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, Adrienne gave me a very sloppy kiss, pulling my head down to hers and pushing her tongue wetly into my mouth. When she pulled away, Kat was there to pick the kiss right up, unrolling her long tongue before her lips were even touching mine.

When we broke the kiss, Adrienne said, "Honey, please take your seat in the chair there." She pointed at a chair that she'd placed at the foot of the bed. My heart couldn't have been pumping faster.

The brunette stood next to the bed, lifting one of her long, slender legs up onto it, causing her short skirt to ride up on her leg. I gulped as I saw the lacy tops of her thigh highs. As she began to slowly unroll the stockings, the curvy blonde walked behind her, placing a hand around her bare stomach and cuddling in close with the other woman.

"I'm not so sure what you're so excited about," my wife said. Kat started to kiss her neck. "I told you before, I'm not into women." She paused, glancing back at the woman who was nibbling at her slender neck. "You boys, always thinking with your swollen dicks." She switched legs, unrolling the silky stocking. "But hypothetically, if I were to be with another woman, I'd want her to be... confident, friendly and feminine... maybe with big breasts so I could see what that was like... she'd have to be someone I was comfortable with, though... like Kat here."

She finished taking off her stockings, turned and gave the blonde a quick kiss on the lips. I couldn't help myself, I was rubbing my erection through my slacks. "Oh honey," Adrienne said. "I'm sorry. I'll stop teasing you." She walked over to me, her nude thigh highs dangling in her hand. "Could you put your arms on the arm rests for me? Thanks." I did it without thinking. I had stopped thinking. I only wanted to watch and enjoy.

Before I realized it, she had my wrists tied securely to the arm rests with her own stockings. Kinky, I thought at first, until she stepped away and I realized I couldn't return my hands to my cock. Nor could I get up, for that matter.

Kat was sitting on the edge of the bed now, and when my wife turned around, the blonde patted the spot next to her. Adrienne was suddenly nervous as she walked over, sitting down next to the blonde friend. They stared at each other, neither wanting to make the first move. "I..." Adrienne began, but stopped, wringing her hands together.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" our neighbor asked quietly.

Adrienne paused for a moment, then gave her a genuine nod. "It's all I've been thinking about since yesterday. I'm just... scared."

"Adrienne, sweetheart, just relax." That crooked smile touched her face. "You'll love it." And with those words, their mouths came together in another girl-girl kiss. This one was a little bit more loving, a little softer than the one they had shared in the club. This one was not for the audience, but for the women themselves. They teased and played with each other with their tongues and lips, softly kissing. Kat licked my wife's full lower lip, nibbling at it gently. Adrienne moaned.

They sank back onto the bed, neither of them dreaming of breaking their kiss. Adrienne was lying on her back, letting herself be kissed by Katherine, who was bowing her head over my wife, her blonde hair cascading over their faces.

The police woman let her hands caress my wife, teasing her body, brushing against her breasts as their tongues glided over each other. They undressed each other slowly, erotically, unveiling each new part in a sensuous strip tease. With my wife in nothing but her lacy thong, and Kat down to a sheer black bra and panty set that did nothing to cover her light brown nipples or manicured bush.

"You are so sexy," the blonde said in between bouts of lip-smacking kissing. "There are few women who make me feel like this..." She dipped her head to my wife's breasts, swirling the nipples there.

But she only spent a few minutes on her tits, saying, "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry, honey, but I need to taste you."

With that, the blonde pushed my wife back onto the bed, gripped her thong in her fingers, and pulled it off. "Oh, it is soo fucking hot!" she said, commenting on my wife's pussy, impossibly smooth but for the thinnest strip of hair. She paused long enough to say, "Enjoy," and then dropped her head to my wife's sopping cunt.

"UhhhhhhhOHHHHH!!" my wife groaned loudly, feeling the lips of another woman on her sex for the first time in her life.

From my vantage point, I got a great view of Kat's ass with its tailbone tattoo and the plump lips of her vagina gathered in the sheer material of her thong. She was moving her head from side to side between my wife's legs, drawing moan after moan from the love of my life. "Yes, yes!" she cried out. And, "More, more!" she begged.

Kat brought her to an explosive orgasm with her tongue alone. "NGHHHH!!!" my wife shrieked, hands running hard through this other girl's soft blonde hair. "UHHHHHHHHH!!!" But Kat didn't stop there. She wasn't through. She hadn't had enough of Adrienne's sweet pussy. Round two started while my hot brunette was still in the glowing aftermath of her first orgasm. Kat worked two fingers into my wife, all the while tonguing her clit and the parted folds of her cunt.

"Oh, Kat, shhhhhhhiit!" she groaned, her body writhing with pleasure. "Ohhh, oh, OHHHH!" She was incapable of keeping quiet. "Oh, yesssss, that f-ffffffeeeeelllsssssss--UHHHHHHHHH gooooooddd..."

Sitting tied to the chair was one of the cruelest things Adrienne has ever done to me. I couldn't move to join them. I couldn't even touch myself. I could only watch as the sexy blonde went down on my wife, bucking my hips in a futile effort to get myself off.

Kat's fingers jabbed in and out of Adrienne's plump, hairless pussy lips faster and faster. Her head moved lightning quick, higher on the cunt, tongue darting here and there. The brunette's body was rippling with tension and pleasure, her orgasm coming closer and closer. She bucked her hips up into the blonde, who introduced a third finger. It was that extra digit that drove my wife over the edge. "OHHHHHH GOOOOOOODDDDDD YESSSSSSS!!!"

I watched helplessly as my wife's face contorted in ecstasy, all caused at the fingers and lips of another woman.

Kat's fingers still buried deep within my wife's vagina, she moved up her petite body, bringing her mouth down on my wife's, forcing her to taste herself. She moaned into the deep and desperate kiss, breaking it enough to groan and say, "Thank you..."

Kat finally removed her fingers from my wife, bringing them up and pushing them between Adrienne's full lips. The blonde pumped them like she would a dick, letting my wife suck them like some cock-loving slut. She couldn't get enough of Kat's slender fingers and her own juices.

At last, she said, "Your turn," and pushed the blonde onto her back, unsnapping her front closing bra and freeing the large, firm tits. She didn't even glance my way. The girls had forgotten about me and my plight.

Adrienne worked at Kat's tits and nipples for a very long time, fascinated by the other woman's large breasts. Kat was happy, leaning her head back and enjoying the sensations of my wife's soft lips sucking on her firm melons.

I couldn't believe I was watching my wife cup, squeeze and play with another woman's tits as she kissed her nipples. My cock strained in my pants, the slightest touch would have set me off. But I was denied that pleasure by the silky thigh highs which proved stronger than expected.

I watched wide eyed as Adrienne began to kiss down the blonde's tight belly. Face to face with a woman's pussy for the first time, she looked up at Kat and said, "I... don't know what to do."

"Just do what's natural. You'll be fine," Kat said, hooking her thumbs into her thong and pulling her underwear off for my wife, eager to feel lips and a tongue on her steaming cunt.

Adrienne hesitated only a moment later before tentatively lapping once at the aroused lips. "Mmmmmmm..." Kat purred. The other woman's moan encouraged my wife, who licked along the slit again, harder this time. "Yessss... just like that..." the other woman said lazily.

My wife went back again, licking more, exploring her first woman. With her ass to me, I gazed at my wife's pussy lips, which hung slightly open in arousal. "Oh, Adrienne, honey, that feels wonnnnnderful! OH! Use--use your fingers, baby. Finger my snatch." My wife did as instructed, pushing her fingers into the blonde. "Oh, yes! Fuck, yesss! OH! Do--do what's natural, babyyyyyEEE! Do what you th-think would--FUCKKKK--feel goooood to you-YOU!"

I tried to grind forward, getting my pants taut enough to help me get off. It worked, kind of. It was better than just sitting there, watching my wife work diligently between another woman's legs.

"Oh! OHHHH! Oh fuck YEAH! OH, YEAH! Eat me, eat me, baby! Eat your first woman to a fuckin' orgasm! OH!" She couldn't take it anymore. Kat popped, her orgasm coming down hard. She clutched my wife's head with those powerful thighs. I knew the feeling, but never thought my wife would.

Adrienne pulled her face from between the blonde's legs at last, her cheeks glistening with Kat's girl-cum, a wicked smile across her face. She crawled up to the other woman, who was still basking in her orgasm, and kissed her wetly, open mouthed, and I watched their tongues dance between their lips.

"Thank you," Kat said at last.

"Making you cum was so hot! It was just incredible..."

"Yeah... sorry for crushing you," she laughed.

The girls looked over at me and Adrienne said, "I think we better take care of him. He looks like he's about to explode."

Kat giggled and the two women got off the bed. I shifted, watching carefully as the two women approached. They got between my legs, unbuckling my pants but keeping my hands tied. "You first, please," Adrienne said when my hard member hit air.

Kat grasped my cock in her hands, the first contact it's had in its hyper-aroused state. I shuddered, forcing myself not to cum right away. She smiled, knowing just how close I was, and began to tease it, licking it up and down like a lollipop before closing her mouth around it. She knew the precise amount of pressure to apply to keep me hanging on the edge of orgasm.

My wife waited patiently beside her for her turn. But when Kat offered my dick to the brunette, she didn't sit back and watch the other woman suck me. She moved her tongue down to my balls, licking and swirling them, sucking them. She enhanced my wife's blow job and I knew that I wouldn't be able to take much more of this.

My cock was transferred back to the blonde. I was surprised when my wife dipped her head down and began to tongue my heavy testicles. She'd never been this nasty. It was too much for me to take. I came hard and fast, emptying myself into Kat's warm, slick mouth.

The blonde swallowed most of my cum, but a little escaped out of the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin. Adrienne was there to clean it up, however, licking slowly up the other woman's chin before engaging in a full on, lesbian lip-lock, the girls swapping my jizz sloppily back and forth.

Despite my having just cum hard, I felt myself growing erect once again. More of this and I'd be ready to fuck one of these beautiful ladies in no time.

"Well, that was fun," my wife said, winking at me. "But you seem all spent." At last, she untied me from the chair. "While you're recuperating, I think I'm going to have some fun with my new playmate."

The women returned to the bed, my wife taking charge this time, instructing Kat to lay back. Adrienne crawled up along her body, positioning her mouth over the blonde's trimmed cunt, her own bald pussy hovering inches from her new, female lover. It took only about a minute of watching the sexy girls 69 each other for me to get fully erect once again.

I pulled my shirt off before getting onto the bed, watching my wife's jaw work as she ate Kat's pussy. I crawled up behind her and Kat saw me coming. She dropped her head away from my wife's bare pussy, giving me access to push my way in.

"Mmmmphhhhh..." Adrienne groaned, feeling my large intrusion penetrate her. I felt Kat's tongue and mouth on my balls as I pumped. This was so fucking incredible! "Oh shit, honey, you feel sooo good! Yes! Fuck me! OH! OHHHHHH!" Kat moved her tongue and attention to the slick area where my dick met Adrienne's pussy, and that pushed my wife over the edge. "UHHHHHHHH!!!!" She came hard, her pussy clamping down over my cock.




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My staying power was strong, however, and I managed to keep from cumming into my wife's hot snatch. As good as my wife's cunt felt, I really wanted to feel Kat's velvety folds around me again.

I got my wish when I pulled away from my wife, and whispered, "I want to watch you fuck Kat." The blonde smiled up at me, and we quickly rearranged ourselves. Before I knew it, I was on my back and the blonde was straddling me. As my cock slid down through her moist folds, I groaned, amazed at how wonderful she felt. Her pubes neatly trimmed in that wispy, blonde landing strip.

I was lost in the pleasures that Kat's pussy was bringing me. I forgot about my wife. I watched her blonde hair bounce along with her tits as she fucked me. I was mesmerized by her expression of happiness and pleasure.

When my adulterous orgasm came and I filled the blonde up with my hot semen, I finally remembered my wife. I saw her sitting in the chair I was tied to, watching us fuck with an almost wistful look as she drove her silver vibrator in and out of her vagina.

She saw me looking, smiled, and blew me a kiss.

That night, I fell asleep cuddling with these two gorgeous ladies. And in the morning, I awoke to them moaning in another 69. As I felt my erection grow once again, I thought to myself, "Life is very good."

End of chapter 8

Feedback appreciated. It helps me keep going. 



It Started with Speeding Ch. 09



I would like to thank 'freaknut' for her help in writing this entire story. She gave me direction where I had none, and inspiration where I needed it. 

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After that fateful Saturday night -- which spilled into Sunday morning and afternoon -- the three of us fell into a routine of hot, intense sex. We'd meet each Saturday afternoon, lounge around the pool, drink cocktails, and enjoy each other's company. With the girls in their skimpy bikinis, there was usually a little fooling around. I would go get more beers for everyone and return to the two women kissing each other with full force.

But the real treat happened upstairs, in the bedroom, after we'd come back from a fine restaurant. After our initial encounter, I asked Adrienne how she felt about the whole situation.

"Well, to be honest, I never thought I could be so turned on by a woman's touch. In fact, until she went down on me and gave me one of my most intense orgasms, I was still a little bit uneasy. I knew that you loved watching us kiss -- and the kissing was amazing -- so I was doing it for you, happy to turn you on. But when her lips went to work on my pussy..." She closed her eyes, thinking about the experience. "It was incredible."

"And what about me with Kat?" I asked tentatively.

When she smiled, it was warm, but her eyes were distant. "I don't think I could handle it if I weren't there, but it was really erotic watching you two. The voyeur in me, I suppose."

The three of us did things that I thought I'd never experience with my wife. The first time I watched Kat eat my cum out of my wife's pussy, I thought I'd die. When I watched my wife do the same, I nearly did.

On the third weekend of sex, I slowly stroked myself as I watched the blonde lap at my wife's pussy. This time, though, she let her tongue wander down, along her bare labia, and lower still. She ringed my wife's asshole teasingly before returning her tongue to my wife's pussy. "Ever fucked her in the ass?" Kat asked.

"No," I said.

"I bet you'd like to. Would you like to?" she asked me, her fingers thrusting in and out of my wife's glistening folds.

I nodded, staring at those fingers.

"How about it, Adrienne? Want to try it?"

Adrienne hesitated, her eyes glazed with lust as she looked at me. She shook her head, "No. I don't think that's something I'd like to try."

Kat flicked her tongue over the other woman's clit, then said, "Oh, it's really good, actually. It's so naughty and... so fucking good."

Adrienne was adamant, though, even in her aroused state. "I don't think I'm interested..."

Kat looked over her shoulder, back at me. "Well, big boy, you still want to try it?"

I hesitated, looking at my wife. She didn't want it and I didn't want to force the matter. "Go and get some Vaseline... your wife may not want to feel you push into her ass, but I fucking do."

Jamie returned home a couple weeks later, and as per our agreement, the threesomes stopped. Still, sex had never been better with Adrienne. Our sex life, which had been good to start with, was in overdrive. We made love every single day, something we hadn't done since the very early days of our marriage, and Adrienne had become much more wild in bed.

A few times, I caught myself imagining her as the curvy blonde down the streets. We would be in the middle of a passionate embrace when suddenly, a vision of Kat would flash through my mind, and suddenly it would be the honey blonde's cunt that I'd see wrapped around my cock. I felt guilty about every time, but no matter how much I tried to deny the fantasy in my head, it happened with more and more frequency the longer I went without Kat.

When we saw her and Jamie together, they would look like the perfect, all-American couple. But I saw the blonde's stares, and she flirted with me when no one was looking. By the time Jamie was set to go on another trip, I was ready and anxious for her to return to our bed.

Unfortunately, the weekend that he was scheduled to leave, my wife had to go on a vacation as well, leaving me to have to wait an entire week before enjoying the blonde's charms.

I knew that it was unreasonable, but I was a little irritated at Adrienne for having to go on this trip. When I drove her to the airport, the ride was quiet and contemplative. At the security check point where I had to leave her, we shared a short kiss. "I'll be back Monday morning. I love you, honey."

"And I love you. Have fun on your trip."

"I'll have something like fun. See you in a few days."

I drove home upset. Any frustration I was bottling in came out here. I honked at people. I beat my steering wheel. I sped. I didn't care. I was upset, and angry that I was upset. It was stupid. I shouldn't be acted like a spoiled child.

I got home and popped open a few beers, watching but not registering any of the Friday night shows. I was bored, and after two beers, I started to think of ways I could cure my boredom.

At some point in this thought process, it came to me that maybe I should go over to Katherine's. To talk. She must be bored, just like me, and our relationship wasn't based entirely on meaningless sex. What was the harm there?

I thought about this over another beer, and by the time I tossed it into the recycling bin, I was ready to walk down the street to Kat's.

I became really nervous on that walk. Even though I knew nothing was going to happen, I couldn't help feeling like a kid who had just stolen a porno magazine and was trying to calmly walk home.

I knocked on the door to the Mills' home, but got no response. I tried the doorknob. Unlocked. Shouldn't be going in, I thought. It didn't stop me from twisting the brass knob and stepping into the hallway.

The lights were dimmed down, and I heard people in the living room. She had company, I thought. Better go home. But I was already this far, another part of me reasoned. Might as well at least say hi.

I walked into the living room. Stopped. Eyes flying wide at what I saw.

There was a man on the couch, sitting profile to me, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his face contorted in pleasure.

Between his legs was the beautiful blonde that I had come here to visit. She was naked but for a tiny white thong, which was nothing more than two small triangles of fabric and a cord over her hips. She was gripping her large breasts in her hands, engulfing the man's cock in the pillowy valley they formed. She was staring at him as he groaned quietly.

I suddenly realized who the guy was. It was Jim Porter! If his red, slightly receding hair wasn't a dead give away, then his bright, Hawaiian shirt was. Our neighbor, husband to the beautiful Nicole Porter, and father of three, was getting his cock tit-fucked by Officer Katherine Mills!

I was rooted to my spot, unable to do anything but develop a raging hard on. Kat manipulated her breasts, which glistened with slick oil as she shifted her body up and down on his cock. Jim was quietly making noise, barely audible to me, but by the look on his face, he seemed to be enjoying the sensation.

Just when I found the energy to pull myself away, though, Kat looked over at me, briefly, as though she knew I was there all along, and winked. Her eyes stayed glued to mine as she slipped Jim's cock seamlessly from between her greased breasts and into her mouth. Jim grunted one last time, his face relaxing as he came.

Kat swallowed, then crawled up between his legs, taking his head in her hands and kissing him playfully. She broke her kiss and whispered something in his ear. Jim looked over at me, smiled, then looked back at Katherine.

The blonde stood up and walked over to me. She swayed her hips, her movements filled with sexuality. Her large, glistening breasts bounced with each step, and the only thing that hid her cleft from my hungry eyes was a very small thong.

She put her hands around me, kissing me hungrily on the lips, and said, "I've never had two guys at once..."

She took my hand in hers and guided me to the bedroom, collecting Jim on the way.

The three of us sat on the edge of the bed, Kat trading kisses between us as I removed my clothes. When my cock was free, Kat said, "Sit up at the edge of the bed. I want to suck your cock as Jim here fucks me from behind."

Shit, I wasn't going to complain. The blonde was terrific at giving head, and watching her get taken doggy-style while she did it was an added bonus.

The night was charged with raw sexual energy. The bedroom windows were open and a balmy, warm breeze filtered into the sex filled room, swirling around our moaning bodies. Jim and I concentrated all our energy on keeping Kat happy and satisfied. He fucked her hard from behind and she climaxed twice while sucking my cock. After feeling the vibrations of her moan for the second time on my dick, I came into her mouth.

Jim pulled out of her, still hard, and she turned around, reversing directions as she took his pussy-slicked erection into her mouth. Her ass was presented to me, her fat pussy lips begging to be touched. I ran my finger over the smooth skin of her labia and she groaned. I played with her soft folds, reaching around and letting my fingers dance down to her clit. I found that she was cleanly shaved once again and immediately connected this time with the heated encounter we had along the side of the road. My fingers worked her protruding clit as I darted my tongue along her cunt.

When I was hard again, I moved up, grasping Kat's hips firmly before penetrating her swollen mound. "EEEeeeeoooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned, pulling herself momentarily off Jim's prick. Her blonde hair was matted and sweaty, stuck to her forehead in a highly erotic way. Her eyes were tightly shut, her breathing was shallow, and her pussy felt wonderful around my cock.

Jim, who was highly sexed at this point, let his orgasm tear through his body, shooting his cum down Kat's throat for the second time that evening. He sunk back on the bed, pulling his limp dick from the blonde's mouth. I continued to fuck her as the ginger-haired guy slipped back off the bed, telling us he'd be right back.

Kat, on all fours, turned around and hissed, "I want you to fuck my ass, baby. I want to feel your big boy in my ass!" The blonde was consumed with lust. I could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. I wasn't at the point she was at yet, but I was almost there, and I thought nothing of it as I slipped out of her greasy folds, grasping my dick, and positioning it at her puckered asshole.

I pushed down, she pushed back, and my head disappeared into her incredibly tight opening. "OHHHH!" she shrieked, a mixture of pain and pleasure in her tone. I slowly inserted my slick member down into her ass, lubricated by a heavy coating of her own pussy juice. Her ass swallowed my cock, sucking it further and further in, warm and incredibly tight. She grinded her round ass back into me and I stared at the little puckered lips of her tattoo.

When I was finally buried in her nether hole, I began to stroke her. The feeling was incredible. No pussy could ever be this tight and firm, a warm ring around my swollen shaft. "UUUHhhhhhh!" she groaned, sitting upright, her toned back sticky against my sweaty chest. I spooned her soft breasts from behind with my left hand, my other hand slipping down onto her bald mound.

"UH! UHHHHH!" she grunted and hissed, her eyes shut tightly. "Ohhhh, it feeeeellllsss sooooo--UHHHHHHH!! Yeah! OH YEAH! UH UHHHHHHH! That's it, baby... yessss... finger my clitty while you fuck my tight ass!!" I loved the way she talked dirty when she was overcome with lust. She twisted her body enough to kiss me wetly on the mouth. I tasted Jim's cum in that sloppy exchange.

"Oh fuck, baby! OH FUCK, SIMON! I'M!! UHH! I'M!! FUCKKKK!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!" She jammed her butt back into me, pushing my cock all the way into her. It was all too much. I came with her, hooking two fingers deep between her swollen pussy lips, pinching and squeezing her breasts and nipples hard. We broke our kiss, unable to maintain it through the heated orgasm. I inhaled her perfumed, golden locks. The world turned to a searing white light as I came deep in Kat's tight, sexy ass.

Jim had returned, holding a glass of water out to us. "That was some show," he said.

"You should have joined in. I've never been fucked both ways at the same time," Kat winked. "Now, I think I'm going to jump in the shower. You gentlemen care to join me?"

The three of us did more playing than washing in the shower. Kat was lucky enough to have all the attention. I soaped her voluptuous body as he shampooed her hair and gave her a brief scalp massage. I paid special attention to her pillowy breasts and baby-smooth mound.

By the time we were drying off, Kat had cum one more time and Jim and I were hard and ready to go again.

The three of us walked back into the bedroom. Nicole Porter was sitting on the bed, her legs crossed, patiently waiting for us to emerge from the steamy bathroom. My face blanched at the sight of Jim's wife, the pretty redhead.

She was dressed in a short, floral shirt, and a bright blue tank top that stretched tightly across her firm breasts. Her legs were long and tanned, a gold ankle chain dangling below her shapely calves. She was wearing saddles on her small, perfectly shaped feet, and her toe nails were professionally painted pale pink.

Like the other two women in my life, Nicole was beautiful. If Katherine was the all-American, girl-next-door girl, and my wife was the mysterious, elfin enchantress, then Nicole had the Irish princess title all wrapped up. Her eyes were emerald green, her hair, cut in a bob that brushed at her shoulders, was a beautiful shade of glossy red. Her face wasn't as pale as the characteristic Irish lass, but the slightly tanned skin did have a dusting of freckles along the bridge of her nose.

She was smiling at us as we emerged, gave me a once over, and raised a red eyebrow as I covered my large erection. "Nicole!" Kat said in surprise. I looked over at the blonde. Her surprise was more amused than shocked or alarmed, and a smile slowly spread across her lips.

"Jim called me about a half hour ago. Said there was something I should see." She looked right at me, her eyes flickering over my erection. "Now I see..."

Katherine looked over at Jim, saying playfully, "Oh, now why did you have to go and tell your wife about this? I thought I was going to have the two of you to myself all night long."

"Well, Kat, if you share, maybe I'll reconsidered past... offers."

The blonde's hazel eyes lit up, and she said, "Go to her, boys. Show her a really good time."

I looked over at Jim, who nodded with a silly grin on his face, and we sat down on either side of the redhead.

First she kissed her husband, leaving me to sit there and twiddle my thumbs awkwardly, listening to their lips smack against each other. She turned away from him at last, fixing me with her emerald gaze. This close, I saw more freckles on her beautiful face, high cheekbones, and almost exotic eyes. She smiled at me, winked, and said, "I've been wanting to do this for months." And then we kissed, her slippery tongue quickly invading my mouth.

Jim laid kisses down on his wife's slender neck, his hands moving around to cup her well proportioned breasts through the blue tank top. His hands soon delved beneath the top, and he was reaching to remove the stretchy material.

I broke the kiss, glancing down at the topless mother-of-three. The first thing I noted was that her heaving bosom was also lightly covered with freckles, and that she had small, triangular tan lines on her succulent breasts, shaped like pale gum drops and capped with small, pink nipples. They were smaller than the blonde's, but larger than my wife's, and they were amazingly soft in my mouth.

"Ohhhh," the redhead gasped as her husband's head descended on her other nipple. "Oh my God, that feels incredible!"

I cupped her breast gently in my hand, kissing it all over, licking her under-boob before returning to her sensitive nipple. We guided her back to the bed, and my hands began to explore again, sliding down over her flat stomach. She had a green jewel sitting in her belly button, the stainless steel was warm against my fingers. I moved down further, skimming my hand over her skirt and mound, causing her to moan again.

My hands caressed her silky smooth legs, rubbing circles at her knee before moving my hand slowly up along her thigh. She sighed as my hand drew closer to the mecca between her legs, slipping briefly over the silky gusset of her panties.

I pulled my hand away, but she grabbed my wrist, keeping it there. I looked up from where I was suckling her breasts and she said, "Time for you to move along."

I smiled at her, kissing down along her body and moving to my position between her legs. Her knees were propped up on the bed and I unzipped her skirt, pulling it over her slender hips. She was wearing a cotton thong, which I left on for the time being, deciding to tease this incredible, Irish beauty.

I covered her mound with my mouth, applying pressure to where I knew her clit was with my tongue, and drawing a low moan from her. Jim was now alternating between her breasts, kissing one while pinching and playing with the other, drawing out pleasure in only the way that a husband knew.

I slipped my fingers along the edge of her panties, passing them down and along her swollen pussy lips. "Uhhhhh..." she moaned again as I felt the silky smoothness of her sex lips. I continued to flick at the bump of her clit through the panties and she began to respond with a quiet pant with each lick.

She reached her own hands down, hooking her thumbs in her panties and pulling them down off her hips. She was desperate for direct contact. "Please..." she sighed.

I obliged her, pulling the cotton thong down her smooth legs and laying my eyes on the little bit of evidence that proved she was a natural redhead. She had neatly trimmed herself, leaving a only small patch of red above two thick and pink pussy lips.

I immediately ran my tongue along her slit, savoring the taste of her pussy -- so different than both Adrienne's or Kat's. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned quietly, and I withdrew from her cunt. "Oh!" she said in surprise, pushing her pussy forward, as though that would help. Instead of licking her again, though, I took two fingers are ran the along the length of her vagina, up and down, up and down, before pushing them in.

"Mmmmmmmm yesssss..." she cooed quietly as I dipped my tongue back down, letting it slither and slid along her moistness. Jim had moved back to making out with his wife, rolling and pinching her pink nipples in his hand as I ate her. Working as a team, we never let up our assault until she was bucking hard in a brow-furrowing orgasm.

I have her one last lick before crawling up onto the bed, between her legs. She stared at me as I grabbed her by each of her firm buttocks, physically pulled her up so that her butt and hips were off the bed, and pushed myself into her tight pussy, crowned with a red tuft.

"Oh uhhhh..."

As I fucked her like this, I looked down her long body, shaking my head at her near perfectly proportioned form. Unlike my petite wife or the curvy blonde, Nicole's body was lean and slender, like the body of a supermodel. I thought of Rebecca Romijn, only with narrower hips. Her firm breasts had fallen to the sides, and her stomach had tightened to hold this awkward, yet pleasurable, position. Jim was positioning himself over her head, lowering his cock down into her mouth as I fucked her tight body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, taking some of the burn off my arms that were holding her hips up in the air as I pumped away.

For a woman who had three children, her pussy was still nice and snug, her fat lips sucking in and out with each thrust. It caressed the length of my shaft in ways that I'd never felt a pussy do before. I felt my cock jerk, ready to cum, and I slowed down my thrusting to prolong the experience.




It Started with Speeding Ch. 09



I looked around for Kat, wondering what she was doing. I found her sitting in a chair next to the bed, one leg on the floor, the other drabbed lazily over the arm. She was holding a pink vibrator in her left hand and was quietly buzzing it in circles over her clit. With her right hand, she was thrusting her fingers between the folds of her pussy lips. She saw me watching her and she smiled, winking at me. I went back to fucking my redheaded neighbor as she blew her husband to heaven.

Nicole wrapped her fingers around her husband's cock and began to pump him furiously, while at the same time, she let her left hand wander down to her clit, scraping her fingers through the little patch of auburn hair and down over her slit, flicking it quickly with her index finger in time with my pumping.

I felt my balls tighten. I watched her flat stomach flex and Jim fall forward, his hands grasping the bedposts as he launched his spunk into his wife's mouth. She didn't give up her assault on his cock, milking him with each firm stroke. I felt the pressure cap burst in my loins, my sperm flying up the base of my penis. Veins must have popped in my head. I closed my eyes as the redhead's cunt clamped tightly down around my cock, our orgasms hitting each other in simultaneous abandonment.

"Ngh! NNNNGGHHH!!!" Kat was moaning uncontrollably. I glanced over in my delirious state. The hazel-eyed blonde had pushed her pink vibrator into her clean shaven pussy and was using her index and middle finger to gently stimulate her clit from side to side. She too was cumming hard.

When my dick was finished jerking its load into the sexy redhead before me, I set her down gently on the bed, my softening member slipping free of her satisfied vagina.

Jim turned around and sat tiredly against the headboard. I laid down next to the redhead, my arms burning from the effort it took to hold her up as I took her.

Kat pulled the vibrator from between her legs and set it down on the chair before slipping off and quietly padding her way over to the bed. She sat up on the bed, tucking her legs under her and to the side. She looked as though she was sitting outside, ready for a picnic on the side of a grassy hill -- if she wasn't naked, that is.

She bent over the Nicole, brushing a few of the sweaty red strands from her forehead. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked quietly, her voice soothing. Nicole nodded, pleasure still swimming in her emerald eyes.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" Kat said, even quieter. Her eyes stole down along the lean woman's body briefly. Subconsciously or not, the tip of her tongue played at the corner of her mouth.

Nicole swallowed and said back, "I've never done that... I don't think I could."

The blonde touched her freckled cheek with the back of her fingers. "I understand. But... we've kissed before. Could we do that again?"

Nicole's eyes grew distant, thinking back to a time that only she saw. "I was drunk and... got caught up in things then..."

"You didn't enjoy it?" Kat asked. She knew the answer. Her confidence told me that.

Nicole looked away, closed her eyes briefly, then opened them once again. "Yes, I enjoyed it."

Kat smiled. She had the redhead just where she wanted her. She offered Nicole her hands, helping the other woman up into a sitting position and scooting a little closer to her on the bed. The women positioned themselves casually next to each other, half sitting, half leaning back against the head board. Jim moved for them, his eyes wide with excitement, never leaving them as he backpedaled to the chair that Kat had been sitting in earlier. I got off the bed as well, pulling myself up on the desk behind the ginger-haired man.

Kat smiling at the redhead, who looked very nervous. She kept wetting her lips, her eyes wide as saucers. The blonde kept stroking her cheek and hair, trying to calm her down. "Nicole, just relax. This is going to be really fun."

The blonde cocked her head to one side and touched her lips to Nicole's. The redhead yielded almost at once, opening her mouth and probing the other woman's lips with the tip of her tongue. Kat smiled as she opened her own mouth, flicking Nicole's pink tongue with her own before retreating back into her mouth. Nicole took the bait, chasing the woman's playful tongue, engaging in a full on French kiss. The women's hands rubbed over each other as they made out, tongues frolicking back and forth between their mouths, playful as puppies in an open field. I noted that while they rubbed each other's thighs and backs, shoulders and necks, they both stayed clear of their more private, womanly parts. Kat didn't go there because she was afraid to scare the redhead away. Nicole most likely wasn't comfortable taking her bi-sexual curiosity to the next level.

Jim and I watched the girls make out like this for close to fifteen minutes. It never got old. If two people could make love with nothing but their mouths, lips, teeth and tongues, then these women were doing it right now. For fifteen glorious minutes, the room was filled with nothing but the wet sounds of the girls' passionate kissing and their quiet, muffled moans.

I thought of how much I enjoyed watching Adrienne and Kat make out. Of course, that got me thinking about Adrienne, the wife that I had first pledged my entire life to, then pledged to only engage in extra-marital affairs when she was present. I had broken both those vows and I felt truly ashamed. Yet at the same time, I knew that if either of these women were to stop their kissing, turn to me, and invite me to their side with the crook of a finger, I'd be there in less than a moment. I had already crossed so far over the line that I forgot where it was, and it was now pointless to try and back track.

At last, the women stopped kissing. They rested against each other, drawing shallow breaths as they continued to stare deeply into one another's eyes. Kat licked her lips as she would after a delicious meal and said, "That was fun. But I want more." Her eyes practically glowed with passion as she dipped her head in and started to kiss Nicole's neck.

"Please, no..." the redhead said, but her body betrayed her, cocking her head to her side and exposing more of her swan-like neck to the other woman. Kat took a long lick up the side of her jugular and Nicole sighed.

Kat's hands, which had been hovering over the other woman's impossibly flat stomach (for a mother-of-three) began to slowly creep up, tracing over her chest before smothering one of her wonderfully round tits. "God, Nicole, you have amazing breasts..."

"Oh, Kat..." was all she managed to say as the other women manipulated the very sensitive pink caps. "Oh, yesss..."

"I bet they taste as good as they feel," she whispered into the redhead's ear, running her long tongue across the lobe. "I just have to find out..."

I looked down at Jim, who was now very slowly stroking his thick cock. His eyes were glued to the hot girl-on-girl action right in front of him, and that was where my attention returned.

Kat had one of the Irish Princess's breasts in her mouth. Nicole's eyelids fluttered shut and her head fell back. Her breathing became ragged. "Oh, ohhhh... Kat--yessss!! Nghhhh! UHHHH!! NGHHHHH!!! UHHHHHHH AHHHHHOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh..."

The redhead came from breast-play alone. I'd never seen it before but there it was, undeniable.

Kat sat back, smiled at the redhead, and brought her lips back in for a deep kiss.

"Oh, Kat, that was amazing," was all she said, although her eyes did drift to Kat's own swells.

Reading her mind, the blonde said, "Go ahead. You can touch them..."

Nicole hesitated, but Kat was patient. When the other woman tentatively touched one of the heavy breasts, Kat sighed happily. "Yesss, that's it. Don't be shy."

Nicole's confidence grew and she began to play with the other woman's breasts a little more. "They are so soft..."

"I love the softness of another woman's hands," Kat said, closing her eyes and leaning back on her hands. Nicole surprised us by dropping her head down and hesitantly running her wet tongue in a slow ring around the blonde's light brown nipple. "Oh, yes, baby. That feels wonderful!"

The redhead kept up her nipple teasing and Kat encouraged her. "Yes, honey, your lips are so good... Oh... I can't take much more of this! It's killing me!"

Nicole pulled her head away slightly, looked up into the other woman's eyes. "You are such a tease," the blonde said quietly.

The willowy redhead craned her neck up, kissing the other woman briefly before returning her lips to the large breasts before her. This time, however, the redhead started to slowly work her kissing and licking down the curves of the blonde, over her little navel, down her tummy.

I was holding my breath.

When Nicole's head hovered over the other woman's pussy, however, she hesitated, looking up at Kat. "You don't have to do this, sweetheart." She gently caressed the redhead's face reassuringly.

Nicole shook her head. "It's not that, Kat. It's... you're completely shaved!"

Kat laughed lightly. "Oh that, yeah... sometimes I get a little overzealous with my razor in the mornings. Especially when I'm horny."

"It looks so... clean. Could I..."

"Lick it?"

The redhead nodded.

"I have been waiting to here you ask that for months."

The redhead ran the tip of her tongue carefully between the soft lips of Kat's sex. The more experienced younger woman jerked. "Ohhhh... such a gentle touch, honey." She darted her tongue out again, making a lazy S back and forth between her fat lips, carefully avoiding the protruding hood of her clit. "Uhhhhh..." the blonde groaned.

"It's so soft..." Nicole commented.

"And so sensitive. You shave yourself. You know what it's like."

"Yes, but I've never done this to myself." Again, she ran her tongue along the woman's quim, drawing a gasp and a moan. "Or this," she said, flicking Kat's clit quickly with her pointed tongue.

"Oh, baby, I'll be happy to do all those things to you. But please stop teasing me!"

"I don't know what to do," she said, only half playfully.

"Do what you've been doing! Just more of it!" Kat sounded desperate. She needed to get off. At last, the redhead obliged her, burying her face fully between the blonde's legs and experiencing the full charms of another woman's body.

Kat was so close to the verge of her orgasm that she came very shortly after getting the full force of Nicole's tongue and lips. "Yes, baby! Uh! OHHH! Nicole, yes! YES! BABY, EAT ME! EAT MY CUNT! YESSS! CLOSE! YESSSS!!! OHHHHHHHH, NICOOOOOOOLE!!!"

Jim had to take his hands from his cock to keep himself from coming all over his chest. I took note and did the same.

They kissed each other passionately, Kat enjoying the taste of herself on the other woman's face. She said, "Now lay back. It's time for me to reciprocate."

Kat, the master of oral sex for both men and women, knew exactly how to bring her female lover off fast and prolong the experience. We got fifteen seconds on the best of days. Nicole was able to feel the rapture of her orgasm at the experienced tongue and fingers of her first woman for nearly five straight minutes. Five minutes of gritting teeth, soft moaning, gasping and heavy breathing. Her back was stuck straining in an arched position, her butt nearly lifting from the ground, her hands white knuckled, clutching the sheets, desperate to hold on to sanity. "UHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OHH UHHHHHHH!!!"

At last, the intensity eased and Kat looked up. Her face was covered in the slick juices of her friend's excitement, and she had the proudest smile I've seen her wear to date.

She crawled up next to her new lover, brushed red hair from her face for what seemed like the millionth time that evening -- it didn't get old either -- and kissed her lovingly.

"Thank you, Kat. That was better than I could ever have imagined."

"Better than a hard cock?" Kat laughed, smoothing Nicole's red hair back over her head.

"Better than most," she replied. "But not all," she said, looking over at her husband.

I was touched by the gesture.

"That's good, because I was thinking you could let your husband fuck me again while Simon there fucks you. And then we can... help clean each other up."

"Oooo, nasty. Sounds fun," Nicole said, smiling back up at the blonde. "Well, boys?" she asked, turning to us.

We were already there.

End of chapter 9.

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It Started with Speeding Ch. 10



As we draw close to the conclusion of Adrienne and Simon's story, I'd like to thank everyone for their encouraging words and kind support.

*****

I didn't make it back home until early Saturday morning, exhausted and sore. There was one message left on my answering machine from Adrienne:

"Hi honey, sorry I didn't call earlier, but I got in and we went straight to work. Guess you've either gone to bed. Better not be with Kat!" I looked away from the answer machine as though it were accusing me. "Anyway, I'll talk to you in the morning. Love you. Night."

I felt horrible. I crawled into bed, exhausted from an incredible night filled with the most intense sex I've ever experienced. I didn't want to think of the repercussions. I just wanted to sleep it all away.

I stayed away from Kat for the rest of the weekend and spoke to Adrienne several times on the phone. Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed distant. I wondered if she suspected something about Friday night. I was back to the fragile, anxious state I was in just after the encounter on the highway at night.

I didn't like where I was at then, and I didn't want to be there now. I was determined to tell her. I was going to be honest. That was what our relationship was founded on, and it was times like these that the foundations were tested.

But when Adrienne came home, she glowed with happiness as she ran to me at the security clearance. Her dark eyes seemed more vibrant than ever, her lashes longer, and her smile wider. My resolution crumbled.

In the car ride home, she said, "So... Jamie's gone now?"

I nodded. Did she know? Was she going to call me on it?

"That means we have Kat all to ourselves!" she said excitedly. I couldn't take that away from her. She put her hand on my leg and I swerved a little. "Calm down there, cowboy," she said, taking my nervousness for arousal. Her touch caused my cock to twitch, and when her hand covered my groin, I was hard. "Are you excited to see me? Or for the prospect of sleeping with Kat again." I blushed. If only she knew. "Or, for the prospect of seeing meet eat her pussy again." My cock twitched and she laughed.

"I knew it! Traitor!" she kidded, but her hand kept rubbing my erection. "Well, I suppose at least part of this is for me. So..." I glanced over at her quickly, and she had a very mischievous look in her large eyes.

She unzipped my pants and fished out my erection. I had the windows open, wind was blowing through the cabin of my little TT. My purple prick was exposed and it suddenly felt very strange to feel air on my cock driving down the highway.

Then, Adrienne bent over into my lap and took me into her mouth. I groaned, clenching my jaw to keep my attention on the road ahead of me. Her mouth worked its magic on me as we raced along at 65 mph. As I got closer and closer to cumming, I sped up faster and faster. I stole glances down at Adrienne, her dark hair bobbing furiously up and down in my lap. By the time erupted in her mouth and throat, we were going close to 90 and I felt like I was flying.

I had to pull to the side of the road just to catch my breath. When we got home, we fucked like it had been a month apart, and I realized that I was not going to tell her about my foursome with Kat and the Porters. That was going to be our little secret.

For four weeks, Kat, Adrienne, and I met every Saturday, just as last time. Again, it could have been my imagination, but it seemed like things had changed. Some of the fire was gone. I still enjoyed it, and watching Adrienne, she was still enjoying it. But there was a new tension between the two girls that wasn't there before. They only got together now to have sex, and as the weekends grew on, I was getting more of the attention from both women, and they were giving less to each other. In fact, it seemed as though there was almost a competition developing between them. On the last Saturday before Jamie's return, they didn't even fool around with each other. Nothing more than a quick make out session as I regained my energy: a little French kissing and finger fucking. Nothing beyond that and I got the feeling that Adrienne was doing it for me.

A tension also grew between Adrienne and myself. It was very subtle, and we never fought openly. But there were instances when, in the past, we would have filled the silence with chit-chat, and now, we were both quiet and contemplative.

Two weeks after Jamie returned, I decided that I needed to confess all to Adrienne.

We were in bed when I did it. We had just made love, I felt very close to her, and it all just came out. "I'm sorry, honey. I... I know it was very wrong to do, but I just got all caught up in the moment."

She was quiet, staring away into space. I was quiet as well, giving her space to think. "I... I understand if you're angry with me. Or if you... want a divorce." The word sounded like the closing of a casket. "I screwed up."

At last, Adrienne looked back at me, searching my eyes for something. "Honey..." she said, her voice quiet yet steady. "I love you, honey. I don't want a divorce. We can work this one out..."

My spirit lifted. "Seriously? Are you sure about this?"

Again, she was quiet. "I think that the important thing is that you told me. That you were honest with me." Although I could have been quicker about it. It was the unspoken thought at the end of her statement.

"Don't be mad at Kat. It wasn't her fault." I'm not sure why I said it, and I immediately regretted it. Her face grew sour at the mention of the blonde's name, but she covered it up.

"Well, I don't think you have any right to tell me who to be mad at or not, but yes, I know. Not entirely her fault." She sounded sarcastic, a tone I rarely heard in my wife's voice.

"Well, let's talk about this more in the morning," she said. "I'm tired and need to get some rest." She turned over, her back to me, and closed her eyes. I spooned up behind her, but didn't fall asleep until late in the night.

The next morning, we didn't talk about it. Nor did we talk about it the next day. Or week. Or two weeks. I was beginning to wonder if the whole conversation was a dream. And I was also wondering if I was off the hook.

On the Friday, several weeks later, I got up as usual and got ready for work. But something felt strange. I felt anxious to my stomach. A weird premonition. I thought nothing much of it, trying to ignore it. At lunch, I had almost forgotten the feeling when I called Adrienne's work. I got her secretary.

"She's not in today. Called in sick."

That was odd. She didn't seem sick when I left this morning. I called home. No answer. Her cell phone. No answer. The feeling of foreboding grew and I ran to the bathroom, afraid that I might throw up.

When I came home that evening, it was probably the first time that I drove right at the 55 mph speed limit. I was too preoccupied with the maelstrom of thoughts that were raging through my head. What was going on? Where was Adrienne? What was she doing? Had she left me? Was I going to return to an empty house and a Dear John note?

When I did pull into the drive way, the house was empty and her car was not there, but there was no letter. No signs of packing. Everything was left just the way it had been. "Maybe she's at the gym," I said aloud, dismissing the possibility immediately.

I went upstairs, took off my suit and tie. I didn't know what else to do, so I decided to go for a swim. Maybe I could work off some of this nervous energy.

When I dried off and went back into the house, I heard the shower running upstairs. She was home.

I walked up the stairs as the shower turned off, and I sat on the bed, listening to her putter around in the bathroom. The blow-dryer switched on, then off. She brushed her teeth. She emerged, a short white towel wrapped around her body, barely covering her charms, and her shiny dark hair dry and knotted back with an elastic.

She saw me and smiled, but it was a sad smile. My heart cringed. I felt like we were near the end.

"We need to talk," she said quietly, sitting softly next to me. Our knees did not touch.

I said nothing. I couldn't find a voice.

"I love you, Simon, but there are a few things that you and I are going to need to work out."

I nodded. That was very true. "I have two confessions for you and... I'm not sure if you're going to like them or not. But you need to hear them. And then we need to talk."

Again, I nodded. But confessions? What was she talking about.

"Why don't we get in bed. I want to feel close to you, Simon. I think every bit counts."

With that, she pulled open her towel and tossed it over the chair. I couldn't help but steal a quick look of her petite body. She was tight and fit, flat stomach, small but well shaped breasts. She'd kept her minimalist pubic hair groomed to nothing but that ultra thin mohawk of trimmed, dark hair. I pulled off my swimming trunks, slightly surprised that I was semi-erect, and crawled under the covers.

My naked wife crawled in next to me, cuddling up against my chest.

"Your heart is going crazy, honey," Adrienne said, not looking at me. I said nothing and she took a deep breath. "Okay, now... I want you to listen to my whole story before making comments. I want you to hear it all first. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Okay." She took another breath. "Okay," she said again. "Remember when I went on that business trip? The one when you and Kat and the Porters..." I nodded. How could I ever forget that weekend. "Well, I guess I wasn't so innocent as you might have thought." Huh? "I was going there on business, as you know. To our branch office there. It was a sort of consulting job, I suppose. I was the most knowledgeable person in the company when it came to this certain sector and... anyway, I knew the entire team I was working with there. Or, all of them except Marco."

The name struck a nerve in me. A strange man with my wife? I felt cheated. I wanted to push her away, turn my back on her. But I didn't, and she didn't move.

"Marco had been transferred from our European office in Rome. He was just as you're probably picturing him: dark, European good looks with a strong, masculine personality that Italian men are famous for. He was very well spoken, considering English was his second language, and he immediately started to flirt with me. I was a little flattered. I accepted his flirting. Even... flirted a little back." Her voice was reminiscing. She grew quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm not sure why I did that. When I finally called you that night, and you weren't home, I felt... funny. Jealous, I think. And suspicious. I'd been feeling an uneasiness all through our strange 'arrangement,' I think. And now it manifested itself in jealousy. I had no reason to suspect you were with Kat, but... a woman's intuition, I suppose."

Again, she was quiet. "Anyway, Marco called me shortly after I left that message. He wanted to know if I would join him for a drink. Any other time, I would have declined, but that night, I was feeling hurt. I accepted his offer."

"We met at a very upscale bar. We drank vodka martinis and talked about each other's lives. He turned on his charm, and with the drink in my hand, I succumbed. He told me I was beautiful. I told him he was, too. He told me that 'my husband was a lucky man.' I told him that sometimes, it didn't feel that way. The whole night, he was touching me gently, here and there, never leaving his hand on me long enough to feel creepy. I was getting horny. If he'd asked me back to his room, I would have accepted. But he didn't. He was a gentleman. He invited me to dinner the next night, at his place. His wife was a wonderful cook, he said proudly. It disarmed me as much as it disappointed me. Married. And apparently faithful. Unlike me.

"I was still buzzing from the attention the next day. I went to the salon, had my hair down. Got a facial. I knew that nothing would happen that evening. It would have come out the night before. But I couldn't help but feel a nervous excitement. I couldn't help feeling like I was getting ready for a first date."

As Adrienne told me this, I began to grow aroused. Maybe it was her hot breath on my chest. Maybe it was her hardening nipples that began to dig into my side. I don't know, but the whole situation was making me simultaneously jealous, upset, and excited.

"When I arrived at Marco's house, I was very impressed. He had recreated an Italian villa on the outskirts of San Francisco. As beautiful as his house was, though, it paled in comparison to the beauty of his wife, Isabella. Like her husband, she looked the way you're probably imagining: olive skin, dark hair, statuesque build. She was Italian as well, I discovered, and was as friendly as she was beautiful. She should have been dressed in a long and flowing linen dress. Instead, she wore an expensive looking tope skirt with matching, knee length heeled boots of soft leather. She also wore a loose and very thin cream blouse under a tight bodice. The bodice was also cream colored, trimmed with a tope that matched the skirt and boots, and laced up the front, calling attention to her slender waist, wide curves of her hips, and her generous bosom. A few buttons of the loose blouse were undone, and when she leaned forward, you could see the tops of her breasts. It was very sexy, yet very sophisticated at the same time. I was very impressed.

"Anyway, she invited me in. Marco was busy making a large, Italian dinner. Anti-pasta and red wine and all. They had a very loving relationship and would often say cute little things Italian to each other. I only caught snippets of what they were saying, but I felt the love in their speech.

"After dinner, the three of us were a little buzzed. Or at least I was, anyway, and we adjourned to the patio out back. The whole evening had been filled with sexual innuendo and electricity. We never talked directly about sex, but it was always a subtle second in our thoughts.

"I kept thinking how beautiful this couple was, and how gorgeous their children would be. I must have been staring. They must have noticed. The wine, the evening, the night air. Everything had such a strong effect on me.

"I was sitting next to Isabella. She smelled like lilacs and a spring breeze. Her lips were so full, so moist. When she smiled, I saw the tip of her pink tongue playfully between her pearly white teeth. When she leaned in to kiss me, it all seemed so natural. This was exactly where I wanted to be, and this was exactly what I wanted to be doing. She broke the kiss and I almost cried out. She laughed at me, took my near empty glass from my hand, and handed it to her husband. 'There,' she said. 'Now our hands are free to explore.'

"And explore they did. The Italian beauty slowly undressed me, and I undressed her. I should have felt exposed as my breasts were bared out on the patio, amidst the twinkling lights of the valley below. Instead, it made me even more hungry for the Mediterranean woman's touch.

"Even when I was with Kat, I never really questioned my own sexuality. It was fun and enjoyable--and it was great to watch your reaction--but that was all. With Isabella... with Isabella, I wanted her. I needed her. I couldn't help myself. We were soon nude, lounging on an chaise lounge, legs intertwined, tongues playfully darting in and out of each other's mouths. She looked even better naked than clothed in expensive fashion. Her breasts were large but very well shaped. Her complexion was flawless, and her olive skin felt like soft satin under my fingers.  She was so different than Kat, the only other woman I'd explored in this way. Kat was fit, athletic, toned. Isabella was... soft. Curvy. She was a classic. She was Venus, the model of womanly beauty. I was so overcome with emotion. I wanted her so much. I felt like I was about to cry.

"And I was wet. I needed her touch, and she knew it. Her fingers ran trails of electricity over my body. Everywhere she touched, she burned. The trails lead around my breasts, down my body. Down to my wet pussy. When she touched me there, at last, I came. With just a brush of her fingers, I came!

"We explored each others bodies after that. Marco was there, somewhere, but right then and there, we were alone. I was not doing this for anyone but myself. My mouth was eager to taste her small, brown nipples, and to explore the folds of her vagina. She'd styled it similar to mine, a dark, black landing strip, only a little thicker. And her pussy lips were as soft as the rest of her skin.

"When I heard her moan, my ears burned. It was a beautiful sound. I wanted to hear more of it. I actually came as I ate her sweetness. I didn't think it was possible, but it was. It happened.

"We took our love making indoors, eating each other next to the fireplace. We didn't use toys. It felt pure. It felt so right. Simon, I'm getting wet thinking about her now..."

I was rock hard myself, and when her fingers trailed down my stomach and found my erection, she gasped. Adrienne kissed me, before straddling my legs. She was wet. Very wet. She slipped down onto me with very little resistance. "Ohhhhh... you don't mind, do you?" she asked as she gently grinded her hips.

"No," I whispered. I had to be careful. I was very close to the edge.

"After what seemed like an eternity, we separated from each other, kissing one more time. Once again, I was aware of the beautiful Marco, sitting patiently in the chair, sipping his wine quietly and watching us. Isabella crawled to him. She made the subservient action seem regal. She was a queen. She released his erection from her pants and sucked him. I just sat there, fingering myself. Watching these gorgeous creatures in an act of carnal pleasure. It was like I was under a spell.

"He didn't summon me over to him, but his eyes never left mine. If he'd asked, I would have gone. I would have done whatever he wanted me to do. But he didn't. Isabella returned to me, kissing me again. I tasted her husband's cum on her lips and tongue. I loved it. I wanted to drink from the source..."

She was quiet, grinding me, her pussy clenching and unclenching on my shaft. "Did you?" My voice cracked.

Her thoughts were distant. I held my breath. At last, she shook her head. "No. I didn't. I thought of you, and that little though gave me strength. He never asked, and I never offered. I think he understood my conflict and respected that. But like I said, if he asked, I would not have hesitated..."

We fucked quietly, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I'm not sure what she was trying to tell me. Obviously she felt guilty for what she had done. I didn't mind her with Isabella. I couldn't feel jealous when my wife indulges her feminine side. I recognized that this was a contradictory thought, but I didn't care.

Still, there was something nagging me. Her story was very hot, but it couldn't stop me thinking about something she'd said before she started it. "Two confessions..." Two.

Two.

End of chapter 10.

If you've made it this far and still enjoy it, I'd love to hear what you liked... 



It Started with Speeding Ch. 11



This is the concluding chapter to "It Started with Speeding." I hope you enjoyed it. I certainly did in writing it. Thank you all for your support.

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Adrienne's lithe body shuddered on top of mine. Her slender thighs were warm against my hips as my cock was buried all the way to the hilt in her hot pussy. I watched the union of our bodies: her smooth, fat lips stretched snuggly around my girth. She wasn't riding me. She wasn't pumping up and down along my shaft. We weren't fucking.

She was content to merely feel me inside her as she gently rolled her hips. Coupled with her recollection of her experiences with Isabella and Marco, it was enough to get her off to a quiet orgasm.

It felt wonderful to feel the walls of her vagina clench around my buried cock. I let her ride out her orgasm before prompting her for her second confession. My mind was still troubled. I was still fixated.

"My second confession... of course." She closed her eyes in thought. When she opened them, the eyes that scanned my own were nervous. Uncertain.

"Go on," I prompted as gently as I could.

"Okay." She licked her lips. "That one happened today..."

So something did happen today. So my anxiety wasn't unfounded.

"When you told me about you and Kat, I was so..." She pursed her lips, shaking her head. She was angry. "So upset. I didn't know what to do. I felt betrayed. I was betrayed. I thought that I could trust Kat more than that. You were out somewhere the next day. I actually went over to her house. I'm not sure what my intentions were but I needed to confront her. When I got there, she was out. Jamie told me that she was on patrol. He could tell that I was upset and invited me in.

"His kindness touched me. I opened up to him. I told him everything. I told him just how I felt about the situation. He told me that he understood, and that he knew that this arrangement wasn't always for everyone.

"We got to talking. I didn't really know much about the guy. I asked him what he thought about his wife and their arrangement. He didn't mind it. He was happy if Kat was happy. Very laid back. I asked him if he slept around with other women. He looked right at me and said, 'Not really. Not unless it's someone special.' It gave me chills.

"He told me to call him if I ever needed someone to talk to. I had cooled down and thanked him for helping me get there. I did call him. The next day at work. We met for lunch. And then again the next day. He never came on to me. He remained very platonic. And I think that’s drove me to do what I did."

She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I seduced him. It seemed so perfect at the time. I was angry at you and Kat. I've been attracted to him from the first day we met. He was tall. Masculine. I was curious to what he looked like naked, and at some point this past week, I decided I wanted to find out.

"This morning, I called in sick. I knew that Kat was working and I knew that Jamie would be home. I showered. I prepared my body for another man. I put on my low-rise jeans and a tank top. Casual, yet sure to catch the eye. And I went over there."

She paused, looking down at me. Looking me right in the eye. "It wasn't hard to seduce him. He wanted it. We were fucking within twenty minutes."

Her words bit hard but her eyes were soft. Sad. "Simon, I'm sorry for what I did. I was angry. It... seemed perfect at the time," she repeated.

Her words hurt me, but they also did something unexpected. They turned me on. I was barraged by the same feelings I had in the closet as I watched her fuck Tommy. How could I be getting off on my wife's infidelity?

She must have felt it, too.

I cleared my throat. "Tell me... tell me what you two did."

"No, Simon. It's too painful. You don't want to hear that..."

My cock twitched again, and she gave me a puzzled look. "I... I don't know how to explain it, but I think I do."

She bit her lower lip, thinking, but she also began to pump her hips a little bit more. My cock felt great, shifting inside the warm, pink sheath of her vagina. "How detailed do you want me to get?" she asked.

"Very."

"Umm... so you want to hear about how I teased him, sucking his cock for a half hour without letting him cum?" A half hour! "Or how I let him cum all over my face and tits?" Oh my God! "He had a big dick, Simon. Bigger than yours. I'd never had one so big. 9 inches, and much thicker around than yours. I couldn't wrap my fingers around it. I had to double fist him as I sucked on it.”

My cock twitched more as she tested the waters. She now knew that I wasn't lying when I wanted to know details. I had to be careful not to cum.

"The walk to his house was a very confusing one. I knew what I was going to do and I felt very ashamed, but... also very excited. Charged with energy! My feet felt like they were walking on clouds the whole way down. I knocked on the door and he smiled at me.

"'I know why you're here,' he said simply.

"'Yeah?' I closed the door behind me. 'Think it'll work?' I asked him.

"He shrugged, then said, 'Don't know. But we'll have a lot of fun in the meantime.' And with that, we were all over each other. His lips on mine were electrifying. I got incredibly wet, and it was just a kiss! We kissed across the room, clawing and pulling at each other's clothes. I wanted him naked, and I wanted his cock in my mouth. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was incredibly slutty. But shit, I didn't care. I was on fire.

"I had taken all my clothes off except for my tiny little g-string. I worked on his cock for so long. At first, I didn't suck on it. I licked it all over, coating his shaft and his balls in a slick layer of my spit. He had trimmed himself, Simon! And even shaved his balls! How could I not take them in my mouth?"

I shuddered, desperately trying to stay just on the edge of my orgasm.

"Jamie was moaning and begging me to suck him. I did. He was huge. I could barely get half of him into my mouth." She closed her eyes, thinking back to earlier that day. "When he started to cum, I continued to pump him, bobbing my head back and forth furiously. I could feel his balls constrict and his cum pulse up through his cock. One heavy load was enough to practically fill my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but it was just too much." She looked down at me, still pumping slowly. "I... pulled my head away -- I would have choked otherwise -- but he was still cumming. The hot liquid hit my cheek. Then another. It sprayed all over me. All over my face, my neck. The last few spurts covered my tits. I felt so nasty. And so wet!

"I wiped my face and tits off with my tank top. Jamie pushed me back onto the couch and tore my g-string off. It snapped easily under his strong hands. I braced for his tongue, thinking that it was going to be rough and hard and desperate. His touch was certainly harder than either yours or Kat's, but that didn't mean it was any worse. He was firm, knowing what felt good to me and making sure he teased those spots. He kept me teetering on the edge of wild abandon.

"He slowed his tongue and just as I was about to complain, I felt his fingers press down on my cunt. Oh, that shot me right back up to the edge. You know how much I love getting fingered while you eat me. What he did next startled me, but also felt so good."

She paused, eyes closed once again, pumping silently. She bit her lip as though she was about to cum. She was holding her breath. Then, she took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered back open. "First, he just started by slowly running a slippery finger around my asshole. He moved his left hand up to fill the void in my vagina, so his anal play was subtle at first. Then, he pushed the finger in gently. My anus clamped up at the insertion and he froze his finger there, just inside. And he never stopped his oral ministrations. He continued to flick and roll his tongue over my clit as two fingers pushed like a small cock in and out of my pussy.

"My anus relaxed after a minute, and it was then that his finger began to push deeper into my ass. My God, baby, I never thought that something like that would feel good but..." The thought of another guy finger fucking my wife's ass made me shudder with excitement and jealousy. "I... begged him for more." Her face flushed deeper. "'Oh, Jamie, your fingers feel so good! Don't stop! Don't stop!'" Her recounting was causing my ears to burn. "I couldn't take much more of it and I was exploding all over his face, his hands in both my holes.

"I told him that I wanted him to fuck me. I told him that I needed it. He made me beg for it. 'Please, Jamie. Put it in me. Please fuck my pussy with that big, hard cock of yours.' He liked me talking dirty. He told me he was seeing a different side of the 'proper wife down the road.' I told him to stop stalling and 'stick his monster into my wet cunt.'

"'More,' he ordered.

"'I want to feel you stretch my pussy like my husband could never do! I want you to split me with your thickness, baby. Fuck me! Please, fuck my married cunt!'"

Her words stung, but also aroused.

"Oh my God, Simon, I've never felt so fucking full. I thought I was going to split in half when he was only half way in me. He kept going, burying himself all the way in. It was incredible. Every woman should try it at some point or another."

She paused, lost in thought. "But you know what? It was an awesome experience, but I think I enjoy your dick more. His was just too... big!"

"You sore now, honey?" I asked, realizing at last why her pussy looked so red.

"A little," she said absently, still thinking about the way another man’s dick filled her.

“Did you… use protection?” I asked, unsure of whether I wanted to hear the answer.

She looked at me, color flooding her cheeks. “No,” she said quietly.

“Did you let him cum inside you?”

“Yes.” Even quieter.

We fucked quietly, my wife rolling her hips along my cock, both of us lost in our thoughts.

“So… what else did you do?” I asked.

Again there was that hesitation. That nervousness. “Are you sure you want to know?” she asked. I nodded. “I… he… we had anal sex.” She always refused to let me do that. She looked at me seriously and registered my hurt. She chose to ignore it. "At first, I wouldn't let him. But he insisted, telling me that every woman should try it once." She looked at me, then shifted her eyes away. “So I tried it.”

I closed my eyes as I felt my cum boil up from deep inside me. The feelings that pulsed through my body were confused, and that confusion fueled my hard orgasm. “Uhhhh!” I groaned as the stored up energy of the entire night shot hot and hard into my wife’s snatch.

She came too, feeling my warmth fill her. She arched her back. She shut her eyes hard. We filled the room with our passion. This woman had let another man do things to her that she had refused of me. She had given herself freely to him. And here I was, cumming hard inside her.

I pulled free of her and she laid down beside me, head on my chest. “After that, you came home, right?” I asked after a few minutes.

She didn’t answer immediately. “Simon, it was only 3 o’clock…”

“Oh,” I said, thinking of the many hours they had spent afterwards, fucking like bunnies. The afterglow of my climax was fading and now, all I felt was the bitter sting of betrayal. Still, thinking of all the terrible things that I had done, it was hard to condemn her. And even still, I don’t think I could even if I hadn’t done those things.

She was quiet as well, lost in her own thoughts as she absent-mindedly ran her finger slowly around my nipple. "Honey," she said, detecting my troubled thoughts, "I think that maybe... maybe this isn't us."

I nodded. I had come to that conclusion long ago, not wanting to believe it was true. It was like a dream, and like all dreams, I didn't want it to end.

"It's funny. This whole thing started with you speeding. You were going too fast then and... we've been going too fast ever since."

I kissed Adrienne's forehead. I loved this woman. "Maybe we should take it slow for a while," she said quietly.

"It's not going to be easy..." I said, to myself as much as to her.

"I know. But I think we can do it."

"I love you, Adrienne."

She turned to me, kissed me warmly on the mouth. "I know, Simon. And I love you."

The end