15 comments/ 12426 views/ 15 favorites Janae the PA Ch. 01 By: zenarcade My whole body was tingling as I drove home. And my mind was racing – I had never done anything like that before – have sex with a patient in an exam room? Are you kidding? Cheat on my husband with someone I hadn't even known a couple hours ago? I could feel our combined fluids still oozing out of me – it felt like he had been a heavy cummer, and I had cum as hard as I ever had. How the hell had that happened? Even as I asked myself the question I had to admit I felt sexy as hell to have a man's cum leaking out of me. And I didn't even feel guilty – just excited and looking forward to doing it again. I should probably give you a little background before I say how that first instance happened, and how I turned into a suburban housewife sex maniac. OK, maybe not a sex maniac – I still had my job, was still married, had two kids, and so on, but I have to be close! I mean, since that day in the exam room I haven't been able to think about much else, or look at a man without thinking "yes" or "no." As in, "yes" I'd fuck him or "no" I wouldn't. It was like a switch was turned on. One day I was a pretty typical suburban working professional woman, to whom sex was important but not critical, to a woman who couldn't stop thinking about it and wanting it. A little more about me: I'm 41. I'm slightly tall at 5'7", and work as a physician's assistant, or P.A. I'm married to a good guy – he's an engineer – and we have two kids. I'm from Ohio originally, but moved to Colorado to go to college and never went back. Beyond that, my husband and I had a pretty good sex life – at least, I'd never thought to do anything past what we had, and I doubt he ever had either. We'd talked about trying different things, different places, and even talked about trying swinging, but that was before kids. He had never pushed it, and to be honest I think I was the one who had mentioned it first. He'd shown the interest I'd expect – a little curious, but on further thought it seemed like he decided it read better than it would live. We'd make love once or twice a week, and vary things somewhat so it was never got boring. The day my transformation started was perfectly normal. We'd gotten up, showered, had breakfast, got the kids to school, and gone to work. The workday was typical, although one of our nurses had called in sick, so we were short-staffed for the afternoon, but nothing the office couldn't handle. And the nurse was sick, so no one was too surprised when she called in. If you had asked me to rate myself on a scale of 1-10, I'd have said something like an 8. As I said, I'm a little taller than average, at 5'7". I run a lot, and do the occasional half marathon and more frequent 5K and 10K races, so I'm in very good shape. Speaking of, I had been lucky and had a good approximation of the classic woman hourglass shape, so I was used to having men give me a once-over. I also have a great rack – at least, I like it! I'm about a 34D, and they're still very firm. And very sensitive – my husband can make me orgasm just by working my nipples. All in all, I was happy with what I looked like. I'd still draw the second look from a lot of guys, and even a third from those near my age. So how the hell had it happened? How had I, a perfectly happy married woman, wound up screwing my brains out with a total stranger while at work? I thought back. He was my last patient of the day, which had actually been a good one. Not a single super-cranky patient, co-workers were all normal, and even the one drug rep I'd met hadn't been bad. My husband and I had done our usual morning routine – nothing out of the ordinary. So what was it? The patient had been in a bad car accident about 10 days prior and was sensibly coming in for a follow-up to his ER visit. I'd looked at the ER notes and x-rays, and it looked like he'd been very lucky – aside from some scratching from the airbag, and probably getting scared silly, he was OK. His pulse was actually very good for his age, as were his other vitals, so it looked like it would be a pretty perfunctory visit. Then I walked in to the room. He was sitting on the edge of the exam table, and stood as I walked in. Tall and handsome, with a glint in his eye not hidden by his glasses. "Hi! I'm Tom. Nice to meet you!" And enthusiastic, to say the least. We went through a couple minutes of small talk, and he filled me in on the accident, complete with pictures of his car, which looked completely destroyed. As he did, our eyes met and held for a second, and I felt like a switch turned on inside me. I listened to his breathing and heart, which were both "unremarkable" as we say in medicine. I then had him run through the areas of concern. The ER doc had noted a chest contusion, and that was what seemed to be bothering him the most – he said laughing was somewhat painful – a 3 out of 10 – and that sneezing was much worse – like a 5 or 6 out of 10. His neck and shoulders were also, as you'd expect, sore. The concerning issue to me was his chest – it's possible to have a lot of damage done in a car accident. He had undone the top two buttons of his shirt as he described it, and I stepped closer to manipulate his sternum and ribs to see if I could feel anything moving. As I stepped in, I caught his scent, and surprised myself by savoring it. I don't know men's deoderants or colognes, so I couldn't tell you what he used, but he smelled good. I reached in and felt his sternum and ribs, looking for any play in the tissue but not finding any. I also felt him inhale sharply as my fingers moved. There was one spot that might have been something, but it was hard to say for sure, and the x-ray hadn't shown anything. I stepped back and around him to check his neck and back. As I checked, I felt as much as heard him say "mmmm . . . " Well, why not? It probably did feel good, because you have to put enough pressure on the body to move tissue, and that's exactly what massage does. But I felt a tingle run down my spine, and felt myself turning on. Not finding anything on his back or neck that was problematic, I moved back to recheck his chest. I'm not even sure why I did – the one "maybe" area was a long shot – but I did. I stepped to him and again savored his scent, saying I wanted to double-check his chest. As I stepped in, his leg between wound up between mine, my groin rubbing against his leg. Oh my god. The instant I felt his leg my excitement level rocketed upward. I could feel myself starting to get wet, and I was positive my nipples were going to give him a show when I stepped back. I felt along his chest and collarbones again, and this time definitely heard and felt him moan slightly at my touch. It had been a long time since that had happened! I took a huge chance and rocked on my feet slightly, letting myself rub harder on his leg, and had the satisfaction of feeling him moving his leg, making it easier for me to move against it. A wave of desire crashed over me, and as I felt him move his leg against me another huge wave came over me. I could tell I was now thoroughly wet, and it was probably visible. I moved my hands up the sides of his neck, fighting to maintain a semblance of professionalism. As my hands moved up his neck, probing, his hands finally moved. I felt them brush my sides and reach around my back, and as I looked up at his face, only inches away, his eyes and mouth were shouting at me to kiss him. I was so turned on I reached up and pulled his head to mine, feeling his lips on mine, my tongue wanting to taste him, feeling his exploring mine, our eyes closing as our mouths merged. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him at that instant, and felt him pull me to him, crushing me to him, one hand reaching to my butt and pulling me in, squeezing, feeling the hardness in his pants against me. That was about when I lost any semblance of professionalism. I dropped a hand to his belt, undid it, reached for the button and released it, tore the zipper down, reaching in to feel him, feeling him so hard for me – for me! – and forcing his slacks down, feeling him pushing my tights and then thong down. I reached in his briefs and pulled his fully erect penis out, sliding to my knees, desperately wanting to feel him in my mouth. I squeezed him hard and heard him moan softly, before letting my tongue find his tip and teasingly lick once, then twice. I felt his hands on my breasts, always sensitive, and tweak my nipples through my blouse and bra, then felt my blouse falling away and his fingers expertly playing with my breasts and nipples. Nope, this is MY show, I thought, and sucked his solid cock into my mouth, tonguing him as I did, feeling him slide into my mouth and reach my throat, taking all of him in before sliding back almost all the way off and feeling him moan again. I deep-throated him again, and then kept up a variety of moves – tongue, lips, roof of mouth, teeth (gently!), before deep throating him again and again. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm, and just as I had that thought I felt him pulling me up, turning me around, bending me over the exam table, and moving behind me with his cock. I felt his hardness against my ass and then it fell between my legs. I felt him slide along my sex, and then felt him line himself up and slide into my drenched love hole. Mmmmmmm . . . It was spectacular – he had a great cock and knew how to use it. He didn't waste any time – he slid himself all the way in, and I leaned back into him to make sure I got every possible inch. I felt him slowly withdraw before sliding back in, over and over and over before he started to pump into me faster and harder. It was an incredible feeling – I was completely on fire, burning with this lust for a man I hadn't known even an hour ago. My pussy is quite strong, and I was able to squeeze him hard as he pumped in and out of me, his hands on my hips as we fucked. I was going simply crazy – it had been a LONG time since sex had felt so good, so wanton. I wanted to scream out but knew that would not be a good idea – even though everyone had probably left, you never quite knew. He kept up his rhythm, one hand on my hip and the other playing with my nipples and breasts. The sound was incredibly sexy – heavy breathing, the squish of his cock sliding into my sopping pussy, his legs slapping against my ass as he pumped in and out of me. I loved all of it. After one particular thrust, I could feel myself starting to quake with an orgasm, and let it come. I could tell he felt it as well, because he kept up his pace, and I let myself just go. As he rammed into me, my orgasm broke over me, and I grunted as wave after wave of bliss washed over me, blanking my mind as it took over. Dimly, I heard him grunt as well and felt the tip of his cock expand and then felt pulses of his cum painting the inside of my womb, like a huge fountain. My pussy spasmed on his cock, squeezing it harder and harder, and I felt him suddenly relax, me still impaled on him. We stood like that for I don't know how long, me savoring the feel of him inside me, feeling our juices slowly trickling down my legs, finally feeling him soften and slide out of me. I worked my way back to my feet and backed in to him, moving his hands to cup my breasts for a moment before turning around, reaching up to kiss him, desperately wishing I could ride him all night long and wanting to feel the pulse of his cum splashing inside me again. As what we had just done started to hit me, I asked him "Do you think anyone heard us?" He shook his head. "I doubt it – we were both pretty quiet and that door is solid. Is there anyone else even here?" It was my turn to shake my head. "No, you're right – I'm the last one out, and the nurse who is usually here is the one out." I hadn't realized how out of breath I was, or how closely we were standing to each other, or that our arms were wrapped around each other. I glanced at the clock. He caught the look, and said, "I should probably get going . . . " I nodded. "Yeah, me too. Have to finish a couple of things here, first, though." For his part, he also looked like he couldn't quite believe what we had just done. "Well, I'll call and set a follow-up appointment." "A couple of weeks out, or sooner if you're not improving." Neither of us had moved, and my breasts were still pressed against his chest, my nipples still firmly erect and my pussy still twitching, his cock still between my legs. I felt him twitch a little as I said it. He leaned down and nuzzled my neck, whispering in my ear. "I want you before then." I could feel him starting to recover, and my knees got a little weaker when I heard him say it. "Me too," I said, surprising myself, since I'd not only never cheated on my husband before but had also never had sex with a patient before. Regulatory boards frowned on that sort of thing – not just for doctors. But ohmygod did I want to have him again – to feel his skin, taste his cock, feel his hands on my breasts, feel him thrust into me, hear him grunt and moan as we coupled. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted sex with this man who I hadn't even known a couple hours ago. But I did. We slowly separated and somehow I managed to get dressed, all while feeling our juices leaking out of me. I gave him a card with my cell number on the back of it, and we agreed he'd text me to figure out the weekend. He left the office, and I wrapped up my work, dictating some notes and finishing up other dull paperwork. On the one hand, I was eager to get home, but on the other hand I was expecting to dread it. Only I wasn't. One thing, however, I did have to do before I left, and that was clean myself up – as I had moved around, our combined juices had leaked out of me and one particular move had released a gush of fluid, reinforcing that he must have been a heavy cummer. Finished, I headed home. Once there, my husband had no idea. We went through our routine night, getting the kids to bed and following them before too long. I know I should say I spent every second nervously wondering if he'd figure anything out, but, again, I didn't. What was going on with me? I didn't know, and drifted off to sleep with the dreamy feel of a stranger's penis thrusting deep inside me. The morning was the same – my husband didn't seem to have any idea that anything out of the ordinary had happened. I mentioned that I'd probably head out on my own for a while Saturday, which he readily agreed to. I had just a twinge of guilt when I said it, and was actually a tiny bit relieved to have had it. The day at work was pretty typical. Patients, meetings, paperwork, etc. Part of me was tuned to my phone, waiting to hear from him. And at about 11 in the morning, sure enough, a text from a number I didn't know came through. I opened it up, trying to be as casual as possible, but my body tingled with the certainty that it was him. "Hi! Saturday about 1?" was all it said. Whew – I was glad he hadn't written anything else. Needless to say, we hadn't talked much beyond wanting to meet, and it occurred to me that I knew nothing about him beyond what was in his medical chart, that he smelled good, and that he had driven me absolutely crazy with lust. I typed out, "You bet!" and hit send. It occurred to me that using either of our homes would probably not be a good idea – I'd remembered his address, and it wasn't all that far from ours – close enough that someone might actually take note. Hmmmm. His next text came quickly, and he had apparently had the same thought. "Great! Happy to host, but would it be easier somewhere else?" "Yes. Just let me know where," I typed back. "Off to lunch!" His reply again came quickly. "OK. Any area to stay away from?" "No, as long we're close enough to get to and far enough to not be too visible." I tapped send, and realized I was very turned on – I could feel my nipples had hardened, and my groin was tingling. Wow. Where had this desire come from? Again, I had no idea – my husband and I had a decent sex life, and sex was something that was important to me but not critical. "OK. Will do. Have a great day!" OK, I thought, I will. The next couple days were both exquisite torture and completely normal. While I was beside myself with desire, I was able to continue on as normal, and not even my best friend seemed to notice anything. Interesting, I thought. I knew I might have to take her into my confidence at some point, so I made sure not to mention anything that could come back to bite me later. Friday night I couldn't stand it any longer, and once the kids were asleep I asked my husband if he'd like to join me, which was sort of code. Needless to say, he dropped whatever he was doing and joined me upstairs, where we proceeded to screw ourselves to sleep, my husband's hand cupping my breast and nipple and his cum slowly leaking out of me. It felt good, but not like Wednesday, or, I hoped, Saturday. Saturday finally dawned, and it was a struggle not to jump out of bed so that 1:00 could get here faster. I went through the normal Saturday morning routines with kids and husband, and had mentioned that I might go for a long workout that afternoon, which was not unusual. So I packed my usual gym bag, and headed out the door about 12:15. He had texted, on Friday, the address to meet him at – it was a reasonably nice chain hotel that was far enough away to not be noticed, but close enough that it wouldn't take all day to get there. I was excited as I walked in to the lobby, and saw him sitting in an upholstered chair. He smiled broadly as he saw me, and jumped up to greet me. "Hi! Great to see you! How's your day going?" he asked, after giving me a quick hug. I took a quick breath, and said, "Pretty good. And about to get better." I gave him a little smile as I said it, and felt both free and turned on. And he had that same scent that was driving me wild. "How about yours?" "The same," he grinned, and extended his hand. "Ready?" God, yes! "Yep. Where are we headed?" "Room 311. Follow me!" He took my hand and led the way. We didn't even do small talk on the way, and it wasn't far. I couldn't wait to feel his skin again, to feel his hands on my breasts, to take him inside me, feel him lose control. I was almost breathless with anticipation. We reached the room, and he slipped the card key in the door slot, pushing the door open and letting me step inside the room. It was a typical American hotel room – king size bed in the middle, desk with a couple of chairs, cheap art on the walls. I had a weird feeling – totally turned on but also cool about showing it. But as soon as the door closed, I pulled him to me and reached to pull his mouth to mine. He responded exactly as I wanted – eagerly. He kissed me back hard, and I reached to undo his shirt, dropping it to the floor, moving to his belt, unbuttoning his jeans, feeling him hardening even further as I dragged his jeans down. I stroked him through his underwear as he kicked off his jeans, and knelt in front of him, admiring the string bikini he was wearing for a second before impatiently pulling them down, freeing his erect cock before running my tongue around his tip and feeling him moan softly. Ahhhh, this was what I wanted! I let my tongue roll around his cock a few times, and couldn't wait – I took him deep into my mouth and throat, feeling his hardness, savoring the taste and feel of him in my mouth, knowing how much he was enjoying it. I bobbed up and down a few times, and let my tongue dance along his shaft as I sucked, soft then hard and back again. I felt completely wanton – here I was in a hotel room with a man I barely knew, and I was deep throating his cock and loving every second. I felt his hands on the side of my head, just holding me gently, as I aggressively sucked his cock. Janae the PA Ch. 01 My fingers were busy also, cupping his balls gently and exploring the other parts of him I could reach. I could feel his orgasm building, and backed off slightly, not wanting him to cum quite yet. My whole body was on fire, and I realized I was still fully clothed. I let one hand drift down my body and pushed my running tights down, letting a finger trace across my pussy, feeling its heat and wet. I managed to wriggle out of my tights, the cool air in the room feeling wonderful on my now-exposed pussy, and then I felt him pulling my workout top up. I raised my arms to let him take it off, and had to pull my mouth off his wonderful cock to let him get it all the way off. I took a second to enjoy the view of his body, and to note the precum on the tip of his cock – that must have been what tasted so good. I started to suck on his cock again, but felt him pulling me up, over to the bed, turning me around so I was facing the bed with him right behind me, his drenched cock pressed against my ass. I wanted it – right at that moment I wanted him to just spear me with his cock. But he didn't. Instead, his arms reached around me and grazed my nipples through my sports bra, which were achingly hard. I moaned softly as he softly rubbed my nipples, and then felt his hands come up and cup my breasts, lifting them slightly before squeezing and making me shiver with pleasure. His fingers moved under my bra, lifting, lifting, over my head, off my arms, my breasts naked to the cool air of the room, my nipples fully erect and screaming their excitement. His warm hands came down and closed over my breasts, squeezing gently even as his fingers tweaked my nipples. Rather than wait, I turned around to face him and motioned for him to lie on the bed. He smiled and kept his hands kneading my breasts as he moved, pulling me on top of him. I put my hands over his and squeezed them harder than he had been doing, and pushed myself down his body, feeling his hard cock on my ass, lifting myself enough to let his cock slide along my drenched slit. I rode his cock like that for a minute as he worked my tits. I was loving every second, every sensation, but I was dying to feel him inside me again. One of my hands left his and traced its way down. I lifted myself up, and my hand found his cock and pointed it straight up. I lined myself up with him, and lowered myself onto his rock-hard cock. We both moaned a little as his tip made contact with my sex, and I lowered myself a little further, letting his tip enter, my pussy dying to feel all of him. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, reveling in the feel of his cock entering me, slowly spreading my walls, pulsing with his desire for me. I pulled up slightly, then down, and then couldn't stand it any more – I just impaled myself on his shaft, drawing gasps from both of us. He was buried deep inside me, and I stayed for a second to enjoy the sensation. I rocked back and forth slightly, and could feel an orgasm building – yeah, that fast - as I started to grind on his cock. I felt him reach for me, pull my face to his, kiss me hard, his tongue aggressively exploring my mouth, turning me on even more. I started to pump up and down on him faster and faster, and harder and harder, as I started to tell him that I was going to fuck him until he couldn't stand it. I could feel his orgasm building, and felt a huge electric shock as his mouth closed on my nipple and he sucked hard. Ohmygod. I could feel my orgasm building, starting to claim me, and I rocked back even harder on his cock, that glorious rod buried deep inside me. My pussy was squeezing him tight, and I was soaked – he made me unbelievably wet. Then there was a chain reaction – he sucked my tit really hard, which made my pussy just spasm on his cock. That must have been all he needed, because I heard him grunt as his hands reached my hips and dug in deep, his short fingernails digging in to my hips and ass, holding his cock in me as deeply as it would go. I could feel his cock expand slightly, and heard him start to moan much more loudly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I felt him jerk involuntarily, and could feel his cum racing up his shaft and then shoot into me. I could feel each pulse, each one feeling like a shot of warmth deep in my womb. It was glorious – so glorious that it pushed me over the edge, and I orgasmed hard, my whole body overloaded with ecstasy, my pussy clamping down on his cock as he fountained his cum into me. I heard his grunting slow, and could feel the flow of cum slow and stop. I didn't move, impaled on his cock as my orgasm slowly subsided. I stayed like that for a while – who knows how long? – enjoying the feeling of his cock inside me. I finally relaxed, and slid down to lie on top of him, his chest again stimulating my nipples. I could feel his cock slowly slip out of me, and felt a rush of fluids leaving me. He moved me to lie down next to him, both of us on our sides, and we looked at each other with a mixture of awe, surprise, and ecstasy. He pulled me to him, moving me so I was half next to him and half on him, moving an arm around me. We lay like that for a little while, both of us, I think, a little shocked at how intense it was. I moved my head so I could whisper in his ear. "I hope you don't take too long to recover . . . " He chuckled softly. "With you as my inspiration, it won't be long." And true to his word, he was recovering in what seemed like record time. We lay together for a few minutes, our hands tracing each other's bodies, kissing softly. I could feel my desire building again, and let my hand drift down to his groin, taking him in my hand, squeezing gently, and feeling his recovery. I stroked him gently, and then started to kiss my way down his chest, dragging my nipples across his body as I did. I felt like I had grabbed on to a live wire. As I kissed my way closer and closer to his groin, I could feel him recovering quickly. I looked up in his eyes and as we held eye contact I slowly took his cock into my mouth. You probably don't need me to tell you he was getting harder by the second – but he was. I played with his cock with my tongue, lips, throat – you name it. Sometimes I sucked him hard, sometimes soft. Sometimes I wouldn't even be touching him – I'd just be holding his cock in my mouth as I breathed around it. His eyes were just burning for me as I sucked him. I felt him reach for my hair and start to pull me up towards him. I looked up at him and shook my head – his cock still in mouth – and sucked oh so gently. "I want to fuck you again," I heard him murmur. I locked eyes with him again and gave his cock a soft suck. "You will, babe, you will . . . but right now I want to suck your beautiful cock. And I want to feel you fountain your cum into my mouth . . . " "Mmmmmm . . . OK, if you insist . . . " I just nodded, and turned back to sucking on his beautiful cock. As I played, I could feel him ramp up and get really close before I'd go easier on him and feel him relax. The next time, though, when I felt him winding up I kept going – and went even harder and faster. I wanted him to cum, and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I would not be disappointed. I reached under him and teased his perineum, and reached a lazy finger up to his ass, circling his hole with a finger but not pushing in. I could feel him squirming as I combined that with my mouth on his cock, and it wasn't long before I knew he was about to cum. I did the combination that had made him squirm the most earlier, and got what I wanted. I felt his tip swell slightly and heard him say "oh god . . . I'm gonna cum." And then he did. When he came, it was like a mini fire hose. He just convulsed, and his cock pumped his hot white cum deep into my waiting mouth. It had a salty-sweet flavor, with just a hint of bitterness. I loved how it felt in my mouth – warm, thick, sexy. He was a heavy cummer – he kept cumming, and for a second I wondered if I'd be able to take it all. Right then, he started to let up, and I felt him collapse underneath me. I kept some of his cum in my mouth, and moved up to kiss him, to let him taste our combined juices. As he saw me, he pulled me down on to his mouth hard, and his tongue lashed out eagerly, melding his saliva into the mixture of my saliva and his cum. He licked around my mouth, and we both had to swallow so we could breathe. I was thrilled – and totally turned on to have just been kissed like that. We were able to fuck one more time before I had to leave to get back home. Before I got to ride his cock, though, he returned the favor by torturing my clit and pussy with his tongue. Ohmygod – I have to have that again! I came just from his tongue and two fingers, and screamed out when my orgasm hit me as he was fucking my sopping pussy with his glorious rod. I felt him cum yet again, though not as much, before we collapsed in a heap, completely spent. Unbelievable. I'd just spent three hours sucking and fucking a man, not my husband, who I hadn't even known before just a couple days before. And damn if I wasn't already figuring when I could fuck him again. When I got to my car, I saw that my husband had texted me a while ago to say he and the kids were meeting his parents at the mall and were going to a movie, so I should take my time. Objectively I knew I should feel guilty, but again, I didn't at all. I felt absolutely liberated, and my body was still tingling –as well as leaking. I hadn't felt this sexy in years – like before kids. Another text – the kids want an overnight with his parents; any reason not to? I type back: "Go for it!" He replies, "Wanna go out?" He read my mind! "Yep. Should we club?" I read his: "Yep, was going to suggest that . . . " What he didn't know was how scheming I was going to be. If we had a chance, I was going to suggest we try something we had never done before, but had talked about – namely, bring someone home with us. The very thought made me tingle even more, and when I got home I was wet again at the thought. I ran through the shower to erase any traces of Tom, my patient, and waited for my hubby to get home. As I waited, I cleaned up the house a little, did some laundry, and pondered how to bring it up. My husband finally got home and kissed me deeply, stoking the fire already burning inside me. I could tell he was turned on also. "So where should we go? Quiet and intimate, or loud and packed with sweaty bodies?" His suggestions didn't surprise me – he was usually up for just about anything. I rubbed against him, feeling his excitement. "Let's try that new one – people at work have been going on and on about how sexy it is." He rubbed back. "Isn't that the one everyone calls a hookup haven? Sure, why not? Should we raise everyone's blood pressure?" I ground myself on him, relishing the feeling and getting more and more turned on. "Damn right! Although from what I've heard, that's what everyone there is trying to do. Might be fun to fan some flames, don't you think?" His hands reached back to my ass and squeezed as he nuzzled my neck. "Mmmmm . . . maybe share some dances?" My heart leapt to my throat when I heard him say "share," and I knew he was on the same single track. "Mmmmm . . . yes. I want to see you turning someone else on as hard as you do me. Wanna try?" I was almost breathless at the image. "Only if you're torturing someone too . . . " His breathing quickened as he imagined me dancing with someone else, seeing someone else's hands on my ass pulling me to their cock, my breasts pressing into him. "I think you can count on that . . . " I smiled at the thought, and realized we were halfway to bringing someone else home. Wow. It was something we'd talked about it – before having kids. "Should we go get ready? You better go first, or we'll never make it out of here." He wasn't kidding – he was ready. And I was too, even though it had only been a few hours since I'd been screwing Tom into the bed in the hotel. The thought only made me heat up even more. "OK. Fair warning, though, I'm going to be in full-on slut dress . . . " I grinned – I knew he loved it when I dressed like that. He grinned back. "Mmmmm . . . careful, or I might just have to take you on the dance floor. Definitely a night for button-fly jeans, I think." He gave my ass a last squeeze and pointed me to our bedroom. "Go, before I can't stop myself and we miss our chance." "OK, fine . . . " I moved to our bedroom and closed the door. God was I hot! I puttered around getting ready, and as I bent over to pick up something from the floor I felt another trickle of fluid. And I had thought I'd gotten it all! I dabbed at it with a finger and brought it to my lips, quickly licking it off. Mmmmmm. And more to come! I quickly got ready, putting on the sluttiest outfit I could find and using just a touch of makeup – I've never been a big fan – to hopefully accentuate the "fuck me" look I was going for. My husband had apparently been shopping without me, and done well – he was wearing a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. He's in good shape without being a hardbody, and the sight of his ass in them took my breath away. He was also wearing his usual club shirt, which went with the jeans perfectly. I felt myself stirring again and knew my nipples were announcing their excitement – my outfit did not allow for the kind of bra I needed to pad and hide my nipples. For his part, his jaw dropped when I walked out. I loved that feeling of making my husband weak in the knees when he saw me dressed for sex. I was wearing a dress that looked painted on that zipped up the front. It was hell to get on, but it hugged my body and I felt drop dead sexy in it. It had just enough support for my breasts to stand proudly, and was just the right thickness to show if I was excited without being too overt. It also showed a generous amount of cleavage, which I'd been blessed with. "Holy shit! You look fucking amazing." He was able to stammer out. I loved it. "Think we might be able to get someone else to dance with us?" I grinned evilly. If I had my way, we'd be doing a lot more than that. "Mmmmm hmmmm. I'll be fighting them off you with a stick. Well, until you see someone you want to dance with . . . Do I look OK?" I had to chuckle – he looked great. "Honey, if this wasn't our only chance to get out, we'd be fucking right now." He grinned. "Good, glad I'm not the only one there . . . Shall we?" We drove down to the club, and were actually some of the earlier people to get there. We both got a drink, and looked restlessly around. Although we were early, the club filled up pretty quickly, and we had another drink. I felt my husband pull my hand and move me to the dance floor, which was filling up rapidly. As we started to dance, he put his lips to my ear. "See anyone interesting?" I shook my head. "Not yet! But it's early . . . " I pulled myself closer to him and started to grind into him, loving the feeling of him growing against me. He pulled my mouth to his and kissed me hard on the lips, teasing my lips with his tongue, and letting me go just as I was starting to tease his tongue back. His hands were on my lower back, rubbing himself on me and sending electric shocks through me. He backed off for a second, probably to stop himself from cumming, and we both looked around. We saw a mixed group of people dancing not far from us, and we separated and moved our way over to join in. Damn, there were some good looking people here! Several people caught my eye, and I saw my husband smile at me and it was apparent that he had the same reaction. A new beat started pulsing, and I felt someone stumble into my back. I turned and saw one of the men I'd seen earlier – he was hot! "Sorry about that!" He had to yell to be heard over the music. "Join me?" "No problem!" I had to yell back also. "Sure!" I started dancing in front of him, and he picked right up and joined in. The floor was crowded, and I lost sight of my husband. Oh well – I had a very good looking man in front of me, and we had talked about dancing and raising everyone's blood pressure, so . . . I had no idea what his name was, or anything other than that he was good looking, not a bad dancer, and far too appropriate. I decided to turn up the heat, and started dancing closer to him, and shook my chest at him while smiling. He grinned back, and edged closer – almost close enough for me to shake my breasts on him, but not quite. I could also tell he was getting turned on, and wanted to experiment a little. I turned around so my back was to him and then backed up until I was rubbing against, my ass pressed hard against his groin, and was rewarded with feeling him fully harden against me. I let my hands go back to his hips and pull him to me, while feeling his hands run up and down my sides. The music was literally pulsing, and we found a rhythm and danced like that, our arms intertwined, and I took a quick look around. Far from being a show, we were positively modest compared to some of the action going on around us. I caught a glimpse of my husband, dancing with someone who was short with long dark hair, and we swapped grins before the crush of people cut us off from view. OK then! I took my dance partners' hands and started moving them up and down my front, at first just grazing my nipples before placing them on my aching breasts and squeezing before moving them back up and down. I wanted to jump out of my skin at the sensation, and he got the idea, repeating the motion as I ground my ass into his cock. I felt his hands move up, graze my breasts, then cup and squeeze them, then move his hands onwards. It was probably a good thing the music changed, or I might have cum on the dance floor from him rubbing his cock against me while squeezing my tits. The music did change, and he twirled me around to face him, our faces both shining with sweat and excitement. "That was great," he had to shout. "More later?" I didn't know if he meant dancing or going further, but since the answer would be yes to both, I stretched up to his ear and yelled, "You bet!" As I moved, I let my hand run over his ass and gave it a quick squeeze. He melted into the crowd, and I felt a tap on my arm. It was one of the other men I'd seen and approved of earlier. He leaned down to my ear. "Would you like something to drink?" "That'd be awesome – it is HOT out there!" I gave him a quick once-over, and liked what I saw. About 6' tall, good build – not overly muscular, but lean without the starving runner look. Nice eyes, and a great mouth that I instantly fantasized about kissing. He smiled. "Hot is how I'd describe you on the dance floor! And even more standing next to you." He gently guided me towards the bar, and ordered a pair of waters, a vodka tonic for himself, and . . .? "Oh – gin and tonic with lime, please." I drained the water as soon as it was in front of me, and the bartender refilled it. I mouthed a silent "thanks" to him, and he came back with our drinks. I took a deep pull – it was wonderfully cool and refreshing, and watched him do the same. "Thanks! I'm Janae. I needed that!" "I'm Rick. Any time – I needed one too! Fun night out?" He was probing gently. I liked it. I had to laugh a little bit. "Yeah, kids with grandparents, so husband and I decided to come club and have some grown-up fun." He wasn't taken aback, which I liked. "Good for you guys! Like to dance?" We had both finished our drinks, and I had drained the second water glass. The break had also calmed me down a little bit, although talking with Rick was threatening to wind me right back up. Rather than answer, I took his hand and pulled him into the thronging mass of people that made up the dance floor. We started dancing to the beat, and as warm as it was on the floor it was a good thing I'd just had a drink and water. Rick danced well, and subtly moved closer and closer. What the hell – I reached out for his waist and pulled him to me, grinding my hips against his, feeling him quickly harden, squeezing his ass and finding it wonderfully tight. Janae the PA Ch. 01 He smiled broadly, and I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me ever tighter against him, letting me feel his rigid cock through his jeans, letting a hand move to my ass, squeezing and releasing it. I was instantly on again – I would have taken him right on the floor if there had been room. He grinned at me again. "Like that?" "God yeah! You?" He gave a huge smile. "Damn right!" I caught another glimpse of my husband, this time with a taller woman with what looked like real blonde hair. She was grinding into his hips, and he was grinding right back. We made eye contact for a second, and I gave him the look that said "Go for it!" He winked back, and gave me the same look back, shooting a meaningful glance at Rick, my current dance partner. My last glimpse was of his hand reaching his dance partner's ass and giving it that firm squeeze I knew so well. OK then! I turned to put my ass into Rick's hips and cock, and ground back hard, feeling him pushing back, his fully erect cock rubbing me through his jeans and my dress. I pantomimed running my hands down my sides, and he got the hint, just grazing my sides with his fingers. I let out an involuntary moan – it felt amazing. I felt his hands circle my stomach before floating up my sides again, this time letting his fingers graze the side of my breasts. He repeated that a couple of times, and then slid his fingers under my breasts and cupped them, lifting and squeezing them before letting continuing on. As he did, I reached behind myself and put my hands on his hips, pulling him harder to me and then taking his hands, moving them directly to my breasts, and squeezed hard. I thought I'd explode, but felt a huge wave of desire wash over me, mixed with the beginnings of an orgasm. I turned back around to face him, overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him, to strip his clothes off, and to mount his glorious cock. Another glimpse of my husband – I saw the blonde lean in, reaching for his mouth with hers, saw him look my way, catch my eye with a questioning look. I just winked at him, and saw him wink back before he turned to meet the blonde's mouth, locked in a tight embrace as the music pounded around us. I was awestruck – it was amazing to see my husband kissing a stranger on a dance floor – and it was a huge turn-on for me. For my part, as I turned to face Rick I saw his eyes burning and reached behind his head, pulling him to me, my lips locking on his, my tongue darting out to explore. I think he was surprised for a second, but responded eagerly and I felt his tongue meet mine at the same time I felt his hands reach my ass and squeeze. He was a great kisser, and I didn't want to let go. He finally broke away and nuzzled at my ear. "Mmmmm . . . I didn't want to stop," he murmured. "I didn't either," having to reach for his ear. "But I don't want to create any drama for you. Or me, for that matter." I had to appreciate the honesty. I smiled. "You won't. See the man with the blonde over there? That's him – we talked on the way here and once in here." Rick glanced over, cocked his head slightly, and then chuckled. "I think the woman he is with is named Shelley. We've danced here a couple times. She's a lot of fun." "Looks like he's in good hands, then," I replied. His turn to laugh: "Yep! Have you even danced with him yet?" I realized I hadn't. "Actually, no, not yet." Wow. "Like to? I mean, hell, I'd dance with you all night long, but might be nice if you get to take advantage of your night out together. " "Sure. Take Shelley for a while?" I was weirdly a little jealous. "I can, but I might just wait for you." Aha! Possibilities here? We worked our way over to where Greg and Shelley were dancing, and I tapped Shelley on the shoulder, asking if I could cut in. She gave me a bright smile and stepped away, towards Rick, who steered her into the two inches of open dance floor and started dancing with her. I saw her give Greg another look and then they were off and moving. Greg moved up and started moving with me. He wasn't bad at all, and he was willing to at least try, which always scores lots of points. I had to almost yell again, "Shelley sure likes you!" I gave his ass a squeeze as I said it, and he laughed. "Come on, let's get a drink and I'll tell you all about it." "You're on!" He had the only wallet between us – my dress had absolutely nowhere to put anything – even I had been a chore to get into it. We got drinks and waters, and I slammed the water down before even touching my drink. Greg had done the same, and held up his drink glass. We clinked, and both of us drained our drinks. He held his glass up as if to ask if I wanted another one. I nodded, and the bartender produced two more. Greg led off. He'd danced with three women. "Two of them propositioned me, for god's sake." I laughed. "What did you tell them?" "I told them I'd have to check with my wife first." He grinned. "That actually didn't put one of them off – she said that would just make it more fun." "Y'know, she might just be right . . . " I said, trying to broach the subject without being too obvious. "Oh, I'm sure she is," he said with a slight leer. "I just didn't think you'd approve." "Well, be more fun for me with another man . . . " Greg caught on. Smart man, my husband. "Want to actually try? We talked about it a lot, but that was before kids." "I'm game if you are. Should we look for real?" "Sure. You sure you want to?" Oh, Greg, you have no idea . . . No idea that a few hours ago I'd been wildly fucking one of my own patients. "Yeah, let's go for it. When else are we gonna have a chance like this?" Come on, Greg, say yes. Say yes! I would LOVE to have two cocks at the same time . . . "Let's do it. Any ideas? The guy you were just dancing with?" "Rick? He'd be great, but it's still early . . . How about you?" "I'll see if Carol is still up for it, and try to get somewhere where you can see her and give a thumbs up or down. If not, there are a lot of people here . . . " "True. OK, let's separate and mingle. Just try not to do anyone on the dance floor," I smirked at him. "Ha. One of them was sorta trying. Got her hand in my jeans." "Mmmmm . . . feel good?" "Gotta admit it – yeah it did." "OK, go and seek! Find some beautiful vixen to bring home with us. I'll look for a stud to try to keep up with you." I wrapped my arms around him, pressed my erect nipples into his chest, and kissed him deeply. He melted into the crowd, and I turned to identify a potential dance partner, all while thinking, wow, we just decided to at least try to swing. Hot! I was just sort of meandering through the dance floor, kinda dancing, and again got jostled from behind. I felt a hand grab my arm and stop me from tripping, and regained my balance. I turned to see who it was, and recognized one of the men in the group I'd seen when we first arrived. He was also attractive – about 6' tall, athletic build, and sensual eyes. He apologized for almost knocking me down. "Oh, no worry – thanks for catching me! Dance?" I decided to go for it – I'd at least be able to say yes or no as a possibility. He grinned. "Never say no when a beautiful woman asks you to dance." With that, we wormed out way back in to the crush of sweaty bodies, pulsing lights, and the pounding beat of the music. I liked him right off. As we danced, we were both edging closer and closer to each other, helped by the crush of bodies as the club got more and more packed. I felt him reach out and put his hands on my hips, rocking me slowly with the beat. I did the same, and felt him move closer so I could reach him more easily. I felt one of his hands reach a bit farther and rub my ass – his hand felt great, and I could feel myself ramping up again. I moved closer to him, and felt him pulling me in until we were chest to chest, barely not touching, his hand still rubbing my ass as we moved. He leaned down to my ear. "You have an amazing body." Wow. You kind of expect to hear that, but the way he said it really made me believe he meant it. "Thanks! That is always nice to hear." What the hell – I asked him, "Something you'd like to do with me?" He grinned, and leaned in again. "Yep." I had to laugh a little. "Well, don't make me wait for it . . . " His hand still massaging my ass, his other hand on my hip, I leaned in a little and brushed his chest with my nipples, which had snapped to attention. "I want to take you home, unzip that dress, throw it to the floor, bend you over my bed, and fuck your brains out." Dingdingding! I had a winner! And I didn't even know his name. "How's that? Honest enough?" I reached for the back of his head and slowly pulled his ear to my mouth. I breathed out on his ear, and murmured "yes." At the same time, I reached down to his groin and stroked his cock through his jeans. I turned his head and pulled his mouth to mine, his eyes flaring for just a second as our lips met and my tongue explored his lips and then his tongue as he responded. He crushed me to him and I could feel his stiff cock straining against his jeans, and I was flooded with desire. So much so that I started reaching into his jeans, wanting to feel his manhood in my hand, in my mouth, in my now-sopping pussy. His lips broke away from mine, and he moved to my ear. "Want somewhere a little more private?" I nodded, too charged to talk. "I'll get one of the private rooms. Come on." He sucked on my earlobe as he said it, and I thought I was going to cum when he did. I saw Greg as we moved to the bar, and I pointed at the man in front of me and gave a thumbs-up sign. He nodded, and motioned toward someone, also making a thumbs-up sign. I grinned at him and held up one finger – wait a little. He gave an "ok" sign, and then turned and bent down. I could make out shiny black hair and nothing else before they disappeared in the crowd. Meanwhile, we'd reached the bar and my paramour had talked to the bartender and been given a card key with a number on it. He tucked it in a pocket and turned us back to the dance floor, where he led us dancing, well, OK, making out, towards a specific area, toward the back wall. As we reached the wall, there were a bunch of doors with numbers on them. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the card key, inserting it into the door with the number "9" on it. The door opened, and he pulled me inside, letting the door close with a click. I took a quick look around just to get an idea of surroundings, and saw it was a basically a private lounge. It had a couple of sofas, chairs, dim lighting, and a raised flat area to the right. I took in all that in a second, and then my man crushed my lips against his and kissed me hard, almost brutally. It was an absolutely astonishing turn-on, and my hand reached for the waistband of his jeans, cursing his belt for the second it took to get it undone, ripping open the buttons, forcing his jeans down as I reached in to feel his rigid rod, pushing his underwear down for a better feel, squeezing him hard in my hand and hearing him moan. I squeezed him again and started to slide my hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first and then faster before slowing down again. I moved to my knees and let his tip bounce on my face and lips before letting my tongue just graze his underside. He moaned again and I slid my tongue along the whole underside of his shaft before coming back and circling his tip with my tongue. I pulled his jeans and underwear down and off him, and slowly licked along the top of his shaft, exhaling softly as I went, feeling his excitement, gently taking his balls in my mouth and swishing them. Letting them go, licking my way back to his tip, my tongue circling, lips opening, taking him in my mouth, his beautiful cock slowly sliding into my mouth, my tongue flicking him as I took him deeper. I breathed slowly, wanting to drive him absolutely insane, and slowly pulled him almost all the way out before sliding him in almost all the way. I heard him panting, and this time took him all the way in to my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, my lips and tongue and breath and teeth all playing with this beautiful man's rigid penis, feeling him about to cum and stopping him. I reached up, pushing his shirt up, feeling him take it the rest of the way, and he stood before me naked, his cock still deep in my mouth. His hands now in my hair as I sucked him greedily, pulling me up, off that gorgeous cock, kissing me hard, reaching for the zipper on my dress, forcefully pulling it down, my dress opening like a flower, exposing my full breasts and hard nipples, pausing briefly to tease one, now naked to his fingers, as he pulled the zipper down, slowly, slowly, oh so slowly . . . A finger dragging across my stomach, down the inside of my thigh, back up, ever so slightly grazing my sex, the zipper now undone, the dress falling to the floor, caught, tossed on a chair. I felt him move around to my back, his hands on my breasts, cupping gently, squeezing harder, two fingers reaching to my erect nipples and squeezing, making me moan. I could feel his cock against my ass, and he was moving us, guiding us to the right, to the big elevated flat space – oh, right, a bed! – bending me over, his cock sliding between my legs and against my drenched pussy. I spread my legs for him a little more, and felt his cock sliding along my slit, picking up juices as it did. His hands still working my nipples and breasts, I turned to him and said softly, "Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it." He gave me a hard look, and without a word impaled me on the full length of his cock. I grunted as he bottomed out, his groin hitting my ass as his cock invaded my drenched cunt. I felt him pull back and then impale me again, and again, and again. I pushed my ass back against him to get every last millimeter of him in me, and felt him pull back and then slam back into me. It was heavenly, and I knew I wasn't going to last long before a huge orgasm would claim me. I squeezed his cock with my pussy, and loved feeling his cock spasm in response. I turned back to look at him again, and again mouthed "fuck me" to him. He understood, and started to pick up his pace, slamming my cunt with his gorgeous hard cock, over and over, until he passed his point of no return. I could feel the cum racing from his balls, up through his shaft, just waiting to explode deep in my cunt. I heard him shout out, and felt his cock pulsing as cum raced through it on the way to my womb. The first pulse of his cum tipped me over the edge, and orgasm claimed me as he pumped hot cum deep into me. I shrieked in ecstasy, and my orgasm completely claimed me. He pushed forward more, and we collapsed on the bed, still deep in orgasm. I could feel him finally stop pulsing cum, and my pussy slowly calmed down. His cock softened slowly and came out of me with an audible pop. I took a couple of deep breaths, and could feel myself centering again. I looked over at him and smile a big smile. We snuggled up on the bed. "Mmmmmm . . . that was incredible. Wanna come home with us and do it again?" I figured I should get all that out on the table as soon as possible, even if I did have his cum leaking out of me. "Yes. Yes I do. Who's 'us'?" "Me, my husband, and whoever he picks to come home with." He didn't bat an eye. "Well, let's go, then!" "Good! OK, let's get dressed and find them." I stood up, a little shakily, and used one of the towels to clean up a little. He stood and started dressing, also after wiping himself off. I pulled my dress on, and he insisted on zipping it. With that, we took a quick look around, and went back to the dance floor, which had gotten even more crowded, which I didn't think was possible. We spotted Greg fairly quickly, and made our way to him. It was pretty funny – he and the woman he was with should have used the room we had just been in. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and he broke off his kiss. His eyes lit up when he saw me. "Hey! This is Renee. Renee, this is Janae." He did quick introductions. "Hi! Nice to meet you." Renee looked like she didn't quite believe it, but it was true. "Greg, this is . . . " "Brian. Good to meet you." I was glad he had jumped in, because I realized I had no idea what his name was. And it struck me that he hadn't known my name either. Greg dove in. "OK, are we all ready?" Everyone was. "OK, let's go!" Renee asked a very practical question. "I came with friends – can someone drive me home later?" I took a closer look at her, and it was easy to why Greg would pick her. She was a touch shorter than I was, probably 5'5". Similar build to mine, but slightly smaller boobs. Not quite as muscular as I am - slightly thinner. Beautiful black hair past her shoulders, and a slightly narrower face. Altogether she looked a lot better than my description – my first thought was that she looked good enough to eat. And surprised myself by wondering what she might taste like. Brian, too, apparently approved, which was good since he'd most likely have a chance to play with her. We took two cars – I went with Brian and Renee drove with Greg. I could see she was probably sucking his cock as they drove, because he would sometimes slow down too much, or weave. Since I was navigating, I didn't have the chance to do the same. We got home pretty quickly, and moved everyone inside. We all got drinks and downed them pretty quickly, then another. I think the others were a little stunned to actually be here. I figured I'd break the ice. I swapped seats with Renee, and as I did I let my breasts brush against her, giving her a quick caress as we moved by each other. She gave me an intense look, followed by a little smile, followed by a caress back. I took her hand, and moved her over to where Greg was sitting on the loveseat. I whispered into her ear that I wanted her to take good care of him, and let my lips graze her ear as I said it, making her start. Hell, it made me start and I had done it – it'd been a long time since I'd done that to another woman. Then I leaned over Greg and kissed him hard on the lips, tasting traces of Renee. I undid his belt and the top button of his jeans, and whispered to him that he'd better take good care of her. I found Renee's hand, and moved it to Greg's undone button, encouraging her to undo the rest, and then moved Greg's hand to Renee's breast. As I did, I felt movement behind me and hands coming along my sides, reaching for my breasts, squeezing gently. Mmmmmmm. That felt heavenly, and I stayed right there to enjoy it. I started to push down on Greg's cock through his jeans, and realized I still had Renee's hand. I pushed harder, and she started to squeeze him before slowly undoing the other buttons one by one. She turned her head to me as she did, and reached into Greg's jeans to fondle my husband's cock. Slowly, she freed it from his underwear, our eyes locked together as she started to stroke his cock. She licked her lips as she stroked him, and that was just too much. I leaned towards her, my mouth slightly open at how hot the picture was of her stroking my husband's cock. Renee leaned forward, ever closer to me, and our lips grazed, our tongues flicking the other for a second before she broke off and moved to Greg's cock, circling his tip with her tongue. I was electrified, and feeling Brian's hands on my boobs was winding me up. Renee was wearing what looked like a black vinyl dress with a zipper down the back. Could I do it? Could I? A week ago, no way in hell. But this night, I reached up and took hold of it, slowly pulling it down, slowly, very slowly. At the same time, I felt Brian running his hands down my sides, down my thighs, then up, ducking under my dress, his fingers lightly tracing their way to my dripping pussy again, slipping a finger in, then two, then three. I moaned as he did, and moved my other hand to one of Greg's, moving it to Renee's half-opened zipper. His mouth was wide open at having seen me and Renee sort of kiss, and at feeling her fingers and now mouth on his fully erect cock. He took the hint, and slowly undid Renee's zipper. Janae the PA Ch. 02 It was finally Saturday again, and I was ready to put my scheme into action. It had been a whirlwind of a week, with work, kids, life, and sex all competing for attention. Work had been crazy as one of our nurses was out sick with the flu and it seemed like our entire patient base had wanted to come in – well, except my favorite patient. The kids had a lot going on – basketball, gymnastics, school, you name it, they were involved. And my husband's car had lost its water pump, so there was a lot of scrambling to get a rental, get his car to the shop, etc. Among all that madness, I'd been able to meet Renee for a drink at her townhouse. She lived alone, and was some kind of accountant. She'd answered the door in a bathrobe, her hair still wrapped in a towel – she'd been running late from work. I'd been psyched all day to see her again, and my nipples and pussy were tingling with anticipation and nervousness as I knocked on her door. I was surprised by my level of desire for her, and as she invited me in I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the lips as soon as the door had closed – I knew I'd better jump while I knew I could. She'd responded eagerly, her lips opening and our tongues intertwining, dancing, touching. She felt amazing – it was the first time I really understood why some women had said other women were the best kissers. I'd untied her robe and pushed it aside, and she had in turn stripped me naked faster than I ever had been before. We touched and sucked each other all over, each making the other cum several times. The only thing I missed was the feel of a hard cock, and when I mentioned it Renee had just grinned and said she'd fix that next time. It'd been a wild night – I hadn't been with a woman in way too long – and when I got home to my husband he insisted I give him all the details. As you can imagine, that only turned him on, and we didn't nearly enough sleep that night. Wednesday had been his turn – he'd gone over to Renee's for a "drink," and it hadn't taken long for the two of them to get naked and to fuck all over her townhouse. He had deep scratch marks on his back when he got home, and I wasted no time in stripping him naked, pushing him down on the bed and mounting him, reveling in the feel of him pulsing cum into my needy pussy. Then, Thursday, I'd met my favorite patient. I was running late from work, and we didn't have nearly enough time to make either of us happy. But it was a truly spectacular fuckfest, and as I drove away I could feel his cum leaking from my dripping pussy. This time, though, I'd brought a pad and lined my thong with it. Greg didn't know about Tom, my favorite patient. At least, not yet, although I had started hoping I'd be able to figure out how to do it. Saturday was the night we were going to go out again, and I had made some secret plans with my BFF Kristen, who I had shared my adventures with over the course of the week. I think she was bursting with excitement to have a chance to cut loose, and her seemingly somewhat straight-laced husband had agreed to come out. Greg was out erranding, and I was getting the kids ready to go to my folks house for the night – they'd spent the night at Greg's parents' house last weekend, which was what allowed a lot of this to get started. I was going to drop the kids off and then go "work out," which really meant go have sex with Tom. I got the kids over to my parents, and visited with them a little bit, thanking them again for taking them. For their part, they liked having them over, and always took them out to hike, snowshoe, bike, whatever – as long as it was outside, they were game. Once I left my parents, I headed for my meeting with Tom. We'd picked a different hotel, figuring that the chances of Greg or anyone else seeing me would be lower that way. Tom had picked a hotel with a parking garage, and I found a spot where you'd have to really look to find my car. I walked into the hotel brimming with anticipation, my whole body electric. I walked confidently through the lobby, still in workout clothes, and punched the elevator button. By now I was flushed with excitement – I could see myself in the sort of mirror so many elevators have, and I almost looked like I'd already worked out. All I was missing was the sweat. I knocked on the door quietly, and then slipped in – Tom had left it propped open. I slid it closed, and set the deadbolt. He'd been sitting in the chair by the far wall, and had jumped up when he heard the door. He smiled broadly at me, and I returned it, my whole body aching for him. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and a workout shirt of his own, and he said he figured if that was what I wore, he should try to match up. I had to laugh. He didn't let me laugh long, though, because he swooped in, took me in his arms, and kissed me fiercely. I could feel my nipples almost popping through my sports bra and workout top, and I could feel his cock straining against his shorts. This time, he stripped me first and stopped to give me a long look, and twirling me around, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had enough time to think I looked pretty good, and then Tom was ravaging me. It was awesome – he sucked on my nipples, teased my clit and pussy with his strong and nimble fingers, let his mouth wander down, take me in his mouth, tongue me mercilessly, and almost made me pass out when I came from his tongue and fingers. We were just getting going, too. We fucked with mad abandon, and he filled my sopping cunt twice with his hot cum, sandwiched around my finally sucking him off and reveling in feeling him erupt in my mouth. I've never orgasmed as hard as I did when Tom came inside me – it was just a magical pulse of warmth and pressure. The bad news was that I had to leave – Greg and I were going clubbing again. The good news was that we were going to get together as much as we could – I couldn't get enough of this man, the same man who bent me over my own exam table and fucked me in my own office. Even after a quick shower I could feel myself leaking his cum, and I loved it. I met Greg at home, and we both took a quick shower and then dressed. While the red dress had been a brilliant success, I knew I couldn't wear it again, and had ordered an assortment of club dresses from the web. At $10 each I figured it was worth having an assortment. I knew the one I wanted, dug it out of the plastic wrap, and poured myself into it – there's no other way to describe it. It was a shiny dark navy dress with spaghetti straps (I didn't quite trust a dress to hold my boobs up without some other support). It had a plunging neckline, and I'd ordered it specifically so I could show off cleavage, which I'd been blessed with. A zipper down the back – I remembered how sexy it had been to have Brian slowly unzip me from the front, and the sound of a zipper had always turned me on. I had also ordered it a size too small, apparently – it was really tight. I debated going without panties, but as short as the dress was I didn't think that would be a good idea. So I grabbed the tiniest nude colored thong I had, and slipped it on. Greg, though, thought it was perfect for what we were doing. For his part, he'd gotten another pair of the jeans he'd worn last Saturday that had looked so good on him. And he was wearing a slightly different shirt, but definitely from the same family. I also put a hint of makeup on – not my usual thing – and he whistled as he saw me. We made it to the club, which was a little bit closer to our house, and were again some of the early birds. That allowed us to claim a prime half-circle shaped booth, and Greg went off to get drinks. As I waited, I surveyed what I could see, and generally liked it. The music was pulsing, it was light enough to see people, but dark enough that they'd have to be looking to see anything. Greg came back, and we toasted each other, both of us knocking back a good part of our drink. He had thought ahead and gotten water – smart man. We finished off our drink, and I walked to the bar to get the next round. The room was filling up, and I could feel it as people watched me move to the bar. Well, why not? I picked up another round and headed back. As I got back, Greg leaned in to my ear. "See anyone interesting? Maybe one of the guys over there?" He indicated direction with a tilt of his head. I'd seen them as I walked to the bar. "Maybe. It'd depend on how they dance, how they act . . . How about you?" He tilted his head again. "It's early. There's a woman in a silver dress who might be – I think she's dancing now. Speaking of, wanna dance?" Yes. Yes I did. I took a long sip of my drink, and we walked out to the dance floor and started dancing. It was a lot warmer on the floor – there were a lot of people dancing, and they seemed to have come out of nowhere. As we danced, the influx of people crowded us together, and I decided to have a little fun. I started shaking my boobs at Greg and slowly licking my lips. At first, he chuckled, and after a minute or two he started to move closer, and then put his hands on my hips, and slowly moved my hips to meet his. I could feel him through his jeans – he was excited – and I could feel my body turning on. He ground his hips into mine, letting me feel his solid cock, and then took my hand and spun me around, letting his hands come down on my breasts and squeeze. I almost had an orgasm just from that – I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I was about to raise the stakes when I felt a hand on my bare shoulder, and turned to see my BFF Kristen and her husband. "Hey! What are you doing here?" I had to almost shout it. She shouted back, "Thought we'd club tonight – kids with his folks. You?" Rather than try to yell all night, I motioned for them to come off the dance floor with us, and we moved to our table. We sat down, and Greg took drink requests and then headed to the bar. Kristen and I already knew why we were both here. Dave, her husband, surprised me – I'd always thought of him as the very buttoned-down type, but he looked perfectly comfortable – and, I have to admit, really hot. Greg showed back up with drinks, and we all toasted each other. Greg and Dave knew each other a little bit, because Kristen and I were such good friends, and were comfortable around each other. Greg, for his part, was scanning the dance floor, and he and Dave were soon commenting on different women. "Anyone want to dance?" Kristen asked, looking at me. "Sure." I took another sip of my drink, a sip of water, and off we went. "So have you spotted anyone yet?" Kristen asked. I shook my head. "No, but we just got here, and usually have to let things develop for a little while. You look damn hot, by the way." And she did. She had also opted for the "poured-in" look, and she had the figure for it. Slightly smaller chest than mine, but a little leaner, with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. As I danced with her and watched her move, I wondered why I'd never noticed how sexy she was. She laughed. "Thanks. You too – you are a vision! Dave actually pointed you out – boy was he a little embarrassed when he saw it was you! Not supposed to think your wife's best friend is hot, I guess." Kristen and I were dancing close together, and then someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, and it was an attractive man asking to dance. She smiled, tilted her head at me, and started to dance with him. As she did, Greg came up behind me and put his mouth next to my ear. "See anyone? No? How about that guy there?" I looked where he indicated – wow, how had I missed him? He felt my reaction, and went on. "Think you could put on a show with him for Kristen and Dave?" I felt my knees weaken for a second, and I turned to Greg. "You bet. Kristen looks pretty fuckin hot, don't you think?" "Hell yeah! OK, go get him!" He gave my ass a quick squeeze, and was off. I moved my way towards the man Greg had pointed out, and had to pass on several offers on the way. I made my way over to him, and had to admit that Greg had picked a good one – he was beautiful. He smiled when I put my hand out, and took it gently, following me to the dance floor. He was a pretty good dancer, as it turned out, and I was getting lost in his eyes. Yikes! The music turned upbeat, and pretty soon the dance floor was more like a mosh pit, forcing us closer and closer together until we were literally chest to chest. He took his hands and ran them up and down my sides, making me both shiver and ignite inside, and I could feel his chest rubbing my nipples through my dress. He felt it too, and leaned down to ask, "Like that?" "Hell yeah! You can stop that next week!" I put my arms around his waist, and let my hands hook in the top of his jeans. We hadn't let our hips meet yet, but I could feel how hot his groin was across the couple of inches that separated us. "That's the best offer I've had all week!" He grinned, and let his hands move around my back, running them up and down my spine. Oh. My. God. That felt incredible. I followed his lead, splaying my fingers out on his back, feeling his musculature, feeling him drinking it in. "And that feels incredible." For me, too – his fingers running along my partly open back, my skin tingling where he was touching it, my pussy officially on fire as my breasts and nipples rubbed against chest. I was getting hypnotized by his eyes, and had to glance away for a second to collect myself. He saw it – well, he could hardly miss it – and leaned down. "You OK?" "Yeah. Your eyes are just beautiful – it's like I'm getting hypnotized." "Funny, I was feeling the same thing. What happens if you get hypnotized?" His hands were starting to move a little farther down, closer and closer to my ass. "I start to lose control . . . how about you?" Damn, I had no idea even what his name was and wanted his cock inside me. "Like how?" His hands were just barely above my ass now. "For me, depends. Here? I'm about to try to kiss you . . . " My hands, in turn, started to move to his ass, which looked gorgeous. "What are you waiting for?" I cocked my head and parted my lips slightly. He leaned down and I felt his lips on mine, his tongue gently exploring, finding my tongue and dancing, feeling me kiss him back, harder and harder, my hands now firmly on his ass, pulling, pulling him toward me, feeling his manhood bulging in his jeans, rubbing against my aching pussy. We kissed like that for what seemed like a long time, and when I opened my eyes to take a look around I saw Greg watching, his mouth open as he watched his wife kissing a perfect stranger that he had picked, grinding her hips into his. He saw me and gave me a quick wink before turning to someone else. That someone else was Kristen and Dave, and Greg pointed me out to them. I saw Kristen flush with excitement, and saw Dave do a double-take as he saw me making out with a random stranger on the dance floor. "Mmmmm," he murmured. "I want you . . . right now." God I wanted him – I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, my pussy, to make him explode. For my part, I was about to explode – I was yet again unbelievably wound up. I caught Kristen's eye and motioned her to me. "Mmmmmm . . . me too. Can you wait for me to get back from the bathroom?" "Maybe . . . " He said with a grin. "OK, wait here – oh, perfect. Hey, Kristen, can you keep him warm for me? I have to visit." Kristen was surprised – this was not something we'd talked about – but more than willing. "Back in a minute," I said to my new paramour. "Would you dance with my friend while you wait?" He nodded. "I'll be ready for you." As I moved to the ladies room, I caught Greg's eye and he followed me discreetly. We made it to the bathrooms and he waited as I went in. When I came out, he was waiting, and took hold of me and kissed me hard. "Babe, that was so fucking hot I can't tell you . . . " "Liked it? Good show? I know Kristen was surprised – what did Dave think?" "I think Dave might have orgasmed watching you. He's worried he'll do the same thing with Kristen." "Nah, she's a big girl. She knows what to do." "Good, so what's next?" "Not sure – should I keep going? Have you seen anyone? If not, there are a few women on the other side of the floor who you might like . . . " "Hell yeah keep going! I see what you mean – it's a huge turn-on seeing you make out like that. Do whatever you want." "OK. He's a good kisser." Greg grinned, and I pointed out where the women I'd seen had been hanging out. He gave my ass a pat and I headed back to the area where Kristen and my latest dance partner had been. And found them, lips locked together, their hands on each others' asses. I turned away, wanting to let Kristen have some fun, and bumped right into Dave, who had apparently seen them and was watching with a slight smile on his lips. I maneuvered my way over to him, ignoring the various offers to dance and a couple of gropes, and started to dance in front of him, motioning for him to start, which he did. I leaned in to his ear and said," Want me to interrupt them?" Dave shook his head and leaned down to my ear. "No, thanks – kinda fun seeing her like that again!" As I said, I'd always thought he was a little buttoned-down – but that was not the statement of a buttoned-down man, watching his wife make out with a man his wife's best friend had been making out with a few minutes before. It struck me that I didn't know him well at all. And I also didn't expect to hear him say "again." We kept dancing, and we kept getting bumped by others, making us move closer and closer together until we were almost but not quite touching. He was pretty darn good looking, and I looked him over with a new perspective, getting a better understanding of Kristen's attraction to him. For his part, he was eyeing me with a more appraising look, and I found myself more and more attracted to him. I decided to push it a little, and rubbed my boobs against his chest, letting him feel my erect nipples rub against his chest. He grinned, and rubbed back, pushing more firmly. "You look amazing in that dress!" He had to practically yell into my ear. "And you look pretty damn sexy! Kristen's a lucky girl!" Whew – we'd crossed that bridge. Time to up the stakes! And as I got ready to, Dave beat me to it, reaching for my hips, sliding his hands to my ass, squeezing and pulling me to him, grinding his hips against mine, his fully erect cock pressing against the thin material of my dress and tiny thong. Yum! I closed my eyes and rubbed back, luxuriating in the feel of a solid cock so close to my sex, and feeling myself completely wet. I felt as much as heard him murmur "mmmmmm . . . " OK. My turn! With one hand still on his ass, my other hand reached up for his head and pulled him to me, mashing my lips to his, extending my tongue, praying he'd respond. He did, opening his lips and his tongue found mine, dancing, teasing, exploring . . . Kristen had been right – when she'd started dating him she'd said he was a great kisser. Wow. And here I was, passionately kissing my best friend's husband and feeling him rub his cock against my swollen pussy, my nipples erect and aching to be squeezed. We got bumped hard, breaking our kiss, and I saw his eyes burning. "Drink?" he asked, not waiting for an answer and steering me towards the bar, his fully erect cock outlined in his jeans. We got to the bar, and I leaned against it, feeling him press against my ass, his cock hard against me, and we got the bartender's attention and ordered. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him, grinding hard, driving me insane. Best friend's husband or not, I wanted him to just impale me on that glorious cock. Janae the PA Ch. 02 Our drinks came, and he drained his, ordering another. I felt his hands on my hips again, and then felt them slide up to cup my breasts and give them a brief squeeze, before sliding them back to my hips. God that felt good! I leaned my head back on his shoulder and murmured (well, as much as you could murmur in a club) "You could do that again . . . " His thumbs were gently stroking my hips, and I felt his hands move back up, cup my breasts, and squeeze a little harder, holding them a little longer, letting his fingers toy with my nipples before moving his hands back to my hips. "Like that?" He murmured to my ear. I groaned as I felt him squeeze and release me again, and reached my hand behind me, feeling for the top of his jeans, undoing the first button of his fly, feeling his hands move up to cup and squeeze me again, this time longer and harder. I undid the second button on his fly, and reached in, pushing his underwear out of the way, finding his cock, slick with precum, rubbed it, moved my hand to spread it along his cock, feeling him moan and stiffen. One of his hands slipped around to my front, under my dress, tracing along my thigh, circling the tiny triangle of my thong, slowly slipping underneath it, gently sliding his finger along my drenched slit, touching my clit and making me shudder. He slowly traced my lips and then slowly slipped his finger inside me. I squeezed his cock even harder, and then undid another button on his fly, and felt his cock emerging from his jeans, wrapped tightly in my hand. He slipped another finger inside me, and it was all I could not to cum as his thumb found and massaged my clit. I stroked his cock and pushed my ass back against him, and he pushed forward, lifting the back of my dress as he did, and I felt his cock brushing against the skin on my ass. We both moaned, and I knew we were seconds away from sex. Right at that instant the bartender came back, a knowing grin on her face, and she slipped a plastic card to me, motioning with her head and eyes to a door next to the bar with an "employee only" sign. She winked as she did, and her finger caressed my hand as she parted. Dave had seen the card and the look, but not the caress, and he seemed to piece it together, pulling his hand away from my now-dripping pussy, moving it to his mouth, tasting, and then moving my hand off his aching cock, buttoning the top button and then, with his hands on my hips, steered me toward the door, his cock firmly against my ass, his hands all over the front of my body. We moved through the door, and saw a hallway with numbered doors on each side. I turned the card over, and saw a number: 6. We stumbled down the hall: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and finally, 6. There was a key slot for the card, and it took me a couple of tries to get it to work – I was far too turned on get it to work properly. I got it to work on the third try, and we almost fell into the room, which was dimly lit. I felt Dave's hands on my breasts, squeezing hard, and then he lifted the back of my dress and I felt him pressing against me. I reached back to undo his jeans again, pushing his jeans down, impatiently undoing another button to get them down, feeling him come free in my hand, feeling his hand in my dress, under my thong, pushing it out of the way, his cock running along my slit, soaking up my juices, his thumb back on my clit, his other hand inside the top of my dress, finding my nipple, squeezing gently, then hard, harder, making me moan. My hand grabbed his cock, pushed it up against my slit, against my swollen lips, and I felt the hand that was torturing my clit reach a little lower and push the tip of his cock down slightly, right on the entrance to my pussy. Mmmmm . . . god he felt good! And I wanted him . . . even if he was my best friend's husband. I pushed back, and felt his tip enter me, making both of us shudder, and pushed back further, feeling him slide in just a little deeper. As I did, the hand on my breast squeezed even harder on my nipple, and I cried out in ecstasy as his fingers slipped off and then took hold again, squeezing, squeezing. I was crazy with lust, and dying for him to just spear me with his rod, to sheath his cock deep in my burning cunt. I pushed back, trying to take him deeper, and he at first withdrew, and then without a hint of warning slammed his entire cock deep into me. I shouted out again, overcome with pleasure, and started pumping my ass against him, feeling him slide in and out of me as he crushed my nipple, pressing me hard against the wall. I felt him thrusting in and out of me, and then start to move us away from the wall, managing to keep his cock thrust deep in me as we moved. We bumped into something that gave, and I opened my eyes long enough to see a knee-high bed with a white sheet on it. Dave pushed me forward and kicked off his shoes and jeans, keeping his hands firmly on my hips and pushing me forward on my hands and knees. He moved back behind me and impaled me again, making me cry out yet again, and started to pump in and out of my sopping cunt, owning me. I wasn't going to last long, and neither was he, and he leaned down to reach my breasts, forcing my dress down over them, letting them spill out in to the cool air of the room, my nipples aching for his touch. His mouth came down to my ear, and he whispered in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard that he was going to fuck me until I begged him to stop. I almost came as he said it, and squeezed his cock even harder. I was breathless, and knew he was too, but was able to snarl back that he'd fucking well better. We were both so charged up that it didn't take long before we were both on the verge of cumming. Somewhat surprisingly, I started to cum first, and just let myself go, letting waves of pleasure wash over me, making me shriek out as my orgasm crashed over me. I felt my cunt spasm on Dave's cock, and that must have triggered him because I felt him grunt as he pounded his cock into me, and felt a familiar shot of warmth as his cum spurted into me. I screamed out yet again as I felt him cum, and I heard him shout out as I gripped his cock like a vise. God, what an incredible feeling! Our orgasms slowed and subsided together, and Dave held my hips hard against him, his cock still buried in me as I milked it for every last drop of cum. He slowly withdrew, releasing a rush of fluid, and I fell forward onto the mattress, my dress scrunched up around my stomach. My nipples ached, and I could feel his cum dribbling out of me. He lay down next to me, and whispered in my ear. "That was fucking amazing, Janae. I've wanted to do that forever – since the very first time I saw you. We'd better get back, though, before Kristen and Greg miss us." I had to agree, and nodded, pulling him to me and kissing him again before starting to get up. I had to laugh – Dave had pulled my dress down over my breasts by just forcing it down instead of using the zipper. I unzipped it, arranged my breasts back into it, and found toilet tissue to clean myself with – I was drenched with our combined juices, and I would be leaking cum for hours, which kept me turned on. We finished dressing, and headed out, merging back onto the dance floor. We separated, and I saw Greg on the dance floor with a beauty with dark brown hair. I grinned – the dancing they were doing would have been better on a bed – her back was pressed against his chest, and her hand was obviously deep in his jeans, just as one of his hands was up her skirt and the other squeezing one of her breasts, which were big. As I watched, he lowered his mouth to hers and they kissed hard. My knees weakened at the sight – it was amazingly hot. As I moved to our table, I saw Kristen, looking completely flushed as she danced with an absolutely gorgeous man, who had one hand completely down her skirt, his fingers looking like they were deep in her pussy, and the other on her breasts, squeezing hard. She was practically panting, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she had one hand behind her, undoubtedly stroking his cock, whether through his jeans or inside them I couldn't tell, though knowing her I'd bet on the latter. I saw Dave out of the corner of my eye, and saw a stunning blonde pounce on him as he moved to our table. He slid an arm around her and steered her to the table we were sharing, where he picked up his water glass and guzzled it. I grinned at him, and did the same with mine. I mimed a drink, and he nodded. I turned to the blonde and got my first good look at her – she really was gorgeous. Shiny blonde hair, slim but with a good-sized rack, smooth and tight ass, and a terrific smile. Even I was dazzled. "I'm headed to the bar – can I get you something?" She looked a bit surprised, apparently assuming Dave and I were together. Well, she'd have been right a few minutes ago – as together as a man and woman can be. She gave me a radiant smile. "Love one! Vodka tonic with lime? Can I give you money for it?" I shook my head, and headed to the bar, feeling her eyes watching me, and deciding to sashay my ass at them as I walked over. I made it to the bar and was able to order with the same bartender who had given me the plastic card – the one who had caressed my hand with her finger. Her eyes were shining as I said hi and ordered. She made a show of putting the drinks together, and as she brought them to me I asked if she needed the card back. She laughed, showing off an amazing set of teeth. "Nope, hang on to it in case you need it again. I comp'ed it for you. And if you get lonely, come find me," she said. Wow. I was being propositioned by a gorgeous 20something female. It was truly a spectacular night. I picked up the drinks and added a $100 tip, and as I turned I said, "I will . . . " Whew! I wondered what Greg would think of her. I returned to the table, and found Dave and the blonde talking. I put the drinks down, and the blonde very graciously gave me a sincere thank you. We drank, and the blonde turned to me and said, "Hi –and thank you. I'm Liz." "Janae. Good to meet you! Good time?" She nodded. "Yeah, this is great. Just moved from KC, and there's nothing like this there." "Welcome to Colorado, then. Been a while since I've been out like this." I could feel her checking me out, and wondered what it would be like to kiss her lips and to feel her nipples against mine. She was sharp – she caught the "I" in my last sentence, and tilted her head towards Dave, who was graciously giving us some time. His attention was focused on the dance floor, and I saw his mouth gape open. Curious, I glanced over, and saw Kristen with the gorgeous man she'd been dancing with. They were now undoubtedly fucking, right there on the dance floor. The man was pumping in and out of her, and I could see her grinding her ass against his hips, her hands holding him in. Her dress was long enough to cover them, which was probably the only reason they hadn't been asked to leave. I looked at Dave, wondering what his reaction would be, and saw his face break into a quiet smile as he watched his wife fuck a complete stranger in the middle of a dance floor. Interesting! He seemed to be turned on by the sight, and Liz followed our look and was able to get an eyeful before they were swallowed up by the crowd. He shook his head, and appeared to come out of an almost trance, and then clapped his hands once. I leaned over to him. "That was pretty fucking hot!" He grinned. "Damn right it was! Looking forward to hearing that story!" Liz was watching the conversation, and seemed totally confused. Dave noticed. "OK, why don't you two go dance together and I'll get another round." That sounded good to me – maybe he'd read my mind and wanted to give me a chance to feel my nipples against Liz. For her part, she smiled brightly and held out her hand, and we moved to the floor. "So how did you and Dave . . .?" She started, her curiosity apparent, and she had noticed we were both wearing rings. "Oh, no. He's my best friend's husband. The woman we were watching have sex on the dance floor? That's Kristen, my best friend." Liz was startled but not shocked. "Wha . . .? Wow. How cool to have a husband like that! Speaking of, is yours here?" "Yep. You might even have danced with him." I decided not to share our goal for the night, at least not yet. We were getting interrupted a lot by offers to dance, and wound up having to move to a quieter and darker part of the floor, away from the PA stacks. She shrugged, and put her hands up to say 'who knew?' As she lowered them, someone jostled her and one of her hands wound up on grazing my breast, sending a wonderful tingling feeling through me. It must have made me flush slightly, because she apologized. "Oh, no sweat." I figured I'd test the waters: "If you want the truth, you have a great touch." "Really? That's so nice of you to say," she said, her tongue flicking her lips. Aha! She was interested. We'd moved closer together, and we started making more and more exaggerated dance moves. As we did, I caught a glimpse of Greg again, this time with a different woman, this one with jet black hair and tall – as tall as he was. Her face was mashed against his, and her hands were squeezing his ass hard. He opened his eyes and saw me. I winked at him and gave him a thumbs-up, right before the raven-haired beauty devoured his mouth again. "And that," I pointed, "is my husband. Dancing with the woman with black hair." "Wow. Did I walk in to a swing club without knowing?" She could see them making out, and saw her turn and grind her ass into his hips, no doubt enjoying the feel of his solid cock. Greg reached up to her breasts and appeared to cup and squeeze them, making the woman's eyes close. "Damn. He's hot!" "Wanna interrupt them?" I was half hoping for yes, and half hoping for no, because we were on the verge of our bodies merging. "Maybe in a minute," Liz said. "You wouldn't mind?" "Hell, no. I'd say have your way with him." Her eyes flared slightly, and she moved directly to me, wrapping her arms around my hips and pulling me to her. "Mmmmm. That could be delicious. Would you play?" Ahhhhhh . . . our nipples touched through our dresses, and it was as electric as I'd hoped. She felt it too, and moved her chest slightly so that we rubbed on each other. "God, that's amazing," I said, actually groaning as another woman's breasts and mine pushed together. "Mmmmm . . . you have fabulous tits." Maybe it was hearing her say "tits," or just how electric it made me feel, but I reached for her hair and pulled her to my lips, kissing her hard and feeling her knees shake before she started to kiss me back as we ground our breasts together. We kissed for what seemed like a long time, and broke away with our eyes shining and a couple of men watching us with their jaws on the floor. I saw Greg out of the corner of my eye, solo, and moved us towards him. "Hey sexy!" He said to me – he always seemed to know what I wanted to hear – or needed to hear if it wasn't positive. "Greg, meet Liz. Liz, meet my husband Greg." "Delighted!" Greg managed, as he was able to see Liz for real. "My pleasure," Liz managed, still somewhat flushed from our kissing, and, I think, turned on by Greg. Good. Now I just needed to collect Kristen and Dave, and suggest we head back to our place. I started moving us to the table, and saw Kristen and her dance partner at the table, covered in sweat and drinking water as well as Kristen's standard vodka with cranberry. Kristen broke into a huge grin as she saw me. "Hey! This is Sam. Sam, this is my best friend Janae, this is her husband Greg, and . . . " she trailed off, not having a clue who Liz was. Liz jumped in. "Liz. Nice to meet you! You looked great dancing out there!" I laughed to myself. Kristen must still have been stuck in afterglow, and missed it. "Dave went to get drinks for everybody, and then we thought we'd have a nightcap." Perfect! I knew she'd suggest their house, and I'd offer ours, which had an extra bedroom and was a bit bigger. "Great idea! Our house?" Greg said it before I could. "Sure!" Kristen was excited, and gave me and Liz a knowing smile. Liz looked like she might try to demur, but I put my hand on the small of her back, and held her in the group. Dave got back with drinks, and we sorted out the logistics of who would drive with whom. There were four cars for the six of us, so we decided to take three and leave one at the club. That done, we rotated through the bathroom, and made ready to leave. I had one more stop – I had to see the bartender. I approached the bar, and saw her making drinks at one end – the same end Dave and I had been seconds away from having sex in. She smiled brightly as I walked up. "Hey! Looks like you're heading out," she said. "We are." I slipped her a piece of paper with my number on it. "Text me." I caressed the top of her hand with just a finger, and headed back to join everyone, leaving the bartender with her mouth hanging. We made it back to our house, and got everyone inside. I'd learned my lesson, and kicked the thermostat up a couple of degrees. Greg and I put drinks together, while Kristen led the others to the family room. I'd planned ahead, and had put out some extra blankets, along with moving some towels to the family room closet. Drinks made, we moved back to the family room and distributed them. Sam led off with a "Cheers" that everyone followed. "I'm happy to meet you all," he said. "To a wonderful night!" He had a nice voice – lively, pleasant, and positive sounding. It was easier and easier to understand how Kristen could get to the point of screwing him on the dance floor. And he was very good looking – without seeming to have the vanity that often went with that. Kristen and I shared a quick look, and I gave Liz a look that was meant to include her in the "yep, we'd do him" group. She smiled. We realized we needed more drinks, and Greg and Kristen got up to get them. As they did, Liz's hand found its way to Dave's thigh, and she started tracing up and down his leg. For his part, he casually let his hand find her thigh, and start drawing circles on it that got ever bigger, reaching towards her hip. At the same time, I felt hands on my neck and shoulders, massaging, and realized it was Sam. He had a great touch, and I felt myself relax and wind up at the same time. He worked his way down my shoulders, down my spine, to my lower back, and I sighed contentedly. I could feel his warmth behind me, and as he worked his way back up he worked up my sides, just barely grazing the sides of my breasts, making me tingle. The next time up, he reached around and cupped my breasts, gently squeezing and revving me up. I reached up for his head and pulled his ear to my lips. "Unzip me," I whispered. One hand left my chest and reached the zipper, slowly running it down, the sound ramping up my anticipation. He took his time, finally reaching the bottom, and as he did I reached down and pulled it up, over, and off me, leaving me naked except for my tiny nude-colored thong. I felt him moving behind me, and his shirt dropped on the floor. I stood, turned around, and reached for his belt, impatiently undoing it and then moving to the button on his slacks. I reached his zipper and slowly pulled it down, my breasts pressed to his chest, my nipples again erect. As I finished undoing his zipper, I pushed his slacks down and felt him step out of them, just as I fondled his cock through his boxer briefs before impatiently pushing them down, wanting to feel his cock in my hand. He stood before me naked as I fingered and stroked his cock. He pushed me back slightly, and started to lower us to the blanket on the floor, and I gasped as his mouth closed over one of my breasts and sucked hard. Janae the PA Ch. 02 We lay on the floor, my boob in his mouth, him sucking me hard, and I felt him release my nipple and start to kiss his way down my body, across my stomach, to my thigh, teasing around my clit before moving down my other thigh, back to teasing my clit but only for a moment. The next second he had sucked my clit into his warm mouth, and I almost jumped out of my skin at the sensation – it was incredible. He let go of my clit and tongued my waiting pussy, lapping up my juices, which had to still include Dave's cum from earlier. He was terrific with his tongue, and he slowly inserted a finger into my pussy, followed by a second, all while his tongue and lips lashed at my clit and pussy. I was moaning loudly, overcome with sensation, and felt an orgasm crash over me, blanking me out for an instant, making me pull his hair hard. He slowly released my clit and pussy from his mouth, and kissed his way back up to my boobs, again sucking them hard and feeding my orgasm. His cock was bouncing on my leg, and I shakily reached for it, waves of bliss still washing over me. He didn't wait, moving his cock over my soaked pussy, lifted my legs, and pounded his cock deep inside me, making me moan again. It was exquisite – he had a great cock, and pounded me hard, my legs wrapping themselves around him to get him in me even deeper, all while I was still lost in orgasm. There was more moaning coming from where Dave and Liz had been, and I saw them on the floor not far from us, Dave's cock sliding in and out of Liz's pussy as he, too, sucked mercilessly on her beautiful tits. I had just enough time to see them before Sam's cock triggered me, sending over the edge again, my senses overloaded except the ecstasy in my cunt, and I cried out as I felt him pounding into me. He moved his lips to my ears. "In you or on you?" "Huh?" was all I could manage. "Should I cum in you or on you?" He wanted to know. That was easy. "In me. This time." I managed to pant out, and felt him nod. He was hammering into me, and as he tweaked his position I could feel his cock start to swell and felt him start to grunt. As he came, I swear I could feel his cum shooting into me, it felt like he came so hard. I got that familiar feeling of a shot of warmth deep in my cunt, but it really did feel like I could feel the impact of his cum inside me. I lost it as I felt it, and blanked out, overwhelmed with sensation. After some time – I don't have any idea how long – I came back and could feel him on top my, my nipples still solidly erect, his cock still buried inside me, and I realized my legs were wrapped around his like a vise, holding him inside. I slowly relaxed, and felt his legs relax as well. He stayed hard for quite a while, and we traded twitches, giving both of us aftershock after aftershock. I saw Dave and Liz close by, Dave on his side, Liz curled up into him, both looking lost in pleasure. I made eye contact with Liz, and she gave me a quick, beautiful smile. Sam finally started to pull that magnificent cock out of me, bringing a rush of fluids with him, and we threw a towel under me before curling up together on the floor. It occurred to me we hadn't seen Kristen and Greg in forever, and then I heard a familiar grunt – Greg was cumming – followed by a loud cry from Kristen as she came. They came out of the kitchen a couple minutes later, and I could see Greg's cum leaking out of Kristen's pussy. I idly wondered what she'd taste like, and promised myself I'd find out before the night was over. The night went on from there – it was a complete fuckfest. I fucked Dave again as Kristen watched, then watched Greg fuck Liz while Sam fucked Kristen. I also got to fulfill my promise to myself, licking Kristen, my best friend, to her noisiest orgasm of the night, and had the favor returned by Liz, who licked me so well I literally screamed. By the time the sun came up, I think we had been through every possible sex combination multiple times, aside from the guys, who had been careful to avoid overt touching, even as we women had attacked each other with gusto. Hmmmm . . . I wondered how we could change that. I was completely spent by the time everyone left, and I could tell everyone else was also. It had been a spectacular night, and we exchanged contact information with Sam and Liz. Dave and Kristen helped us clean up before staggering to their car, and for our part, Greg and I were happy to have a chance to shower and nap before my parents brought the kids home. Greg was so spent that he was still asleep on the couch when my folks showed up, and my mother gave me a quizzical look, which I swept away in getting the kids situated. That night we were both too exhausted to do anything, which was probably a good thing since I was also way too sore – Greg, Sam, and Dave had absolutely abused my pussy, and I'd lost count of how many times I'd felt cum pump into me. As a PA, I knew I should be more worried about STDs, but just couldn't summon up any concern with the people we'd been with. And with an IUD, I wasn't at all worried about getting pregnant again. The week went by slowly – I was counting down to being able to meet Tom on Thursday, and Greg and I were still too wiped out Monday night to do anything, even if my libido rose steadily. Tuesday was a different story – we apparently recovered at the same time – and Greg almost tore my clothes off once the kids were asleep. It was the best night of sex the two of us had had together in a long time, and we woke up still naked – and with just enough time for another round before having to get out of bed. Mmmmmm. Wednesday came and went, and Thursday arrived. Work flew by, and I couldn't wait to see and feel Tom again. I don't know why it was so good with him, but it was – in terms of sheer excitement and the intensity of my orgasms, it was the best sex I'd ever had. I wondered a little more if it would be possible to integrate him more – maybe run into him in a club? I broached the question with him, and for his part, he was willing. He had indeed been on a date earlier, and I confessed to a twinge of jealousy at whoever it was, while laughing that I was the married one. He saw the humor, and laughed as well, saying he didn't want to promise anything he couldn't actually do, which was certainly fair enough. He asked if Greg and I had even been to the local swing club, and suggested it as a possibility if we hadn't. He knew one of the owners – he'd dated her years before – so it'd be easy to get everyone in. Hmmmm . . . That was definitely a possibility, though it would be easier if he had a date as well, thinking it'd be almost perfect if I could somehow put Tom and Renee or Liz with him. He said not to worry – he knew someone he could invite. The only issue I could see was timing – the kids had been with both sets of grandparents, and I didn't want to push it. Tom, though, said time wasn't a problem – he'd be around. That night was the holiday party for the hospital, and as a PA it was something of a command performance. Greg had never liked them, and made the perfectly reasonable suggestion that I go and he stay home to take care of the kids. So I got home, still aglow from Tom and feeling him deep inside me, showered, made sure Greg and the kids were good, and headed out. Kristen also had to be there, and we had agreed to hang out once we got through the dinner and presentations. The party itself was held at one of the nicer local hotels, and the food was always good – as was the open bar. It was sponsored by a lot of the bigger donors to the hospital, which was why it was sort of an expectation for all the medical staff to attend. We sat with our practice groups, and I thanked heaven that I worked with such a nice group of people. Little drama, straightforward, and generally efficient. It was a good place to work, and while I didn't have the weight of a MD, I was taken seriously and genuinely appreciated. I was also paid pretty well. I'd thought about medical school, but realized that I didn't want to commit that much of my life to the necessary education and grunt work, and saw that PAs made almost as much as the average family practice MD. That made it an easy choice, and I'd joined a military reserve unit, which had paid for almost all of my training. I had even once been in charge of a small group of MDs, which was pretty funny – I had more service, and was the ranking officer, even if they had far better medical credentials. Anyway, dinner was excellent as usual, and the awards were actually pretty quick. The bar and dance floor opened, and I had a good time laughing and dancing with some of the other people from our office and from others we worked with. Kristen and I connected after that, and we couldn't quite decide if we should try to connect with anyone or just hang out together. Our decision was made for us by a couple of men who danced their way over and asked if we'd like to join them. They were both good looking, polite about asking, and neither of us knew them, so we agreed. Why not? We chatted as we danced, and stopped to get a drink. One nice thing about a hospital party – the music wasn't nearly as loud, so you could actually talk. We danced some more, and then stopped for another drink. We were about halfway through it when they asked if we'd like to escape – their meaning pretty obvious. Greg and I hadn't even talked about this possibility, and I was briefly torn before letting the tingle in my pussy and nipples make my decision, and it looked like Kristen had gone the same way. I didn't want to make it too easy, so I said, "There's a cozier bar upstairs . . . " and caught Kristen's approving grin. The one I'd danced with more laughed. "That'd work, but perhaps a nightcap in my room?" Kristen took that one: "Sure, that sounds great!" We said our good-nights to everyone, and then left one at a time – although I doubt anyone was watching. The guys gave us their room number and one of their keys, and Kristen and I made our way up and into their room. We decided we'd let the guys drive – if they went for it, we were turned on enough that we'd reciprocate, but we wouldn't initiate. We needn't have worried. They were waiting, and thoughtfully hadn't even opened the wine they had – lest we think they were going to roofie us. We chatted more, drank some wine, flirted more, had a bit more wine, and then the guy I'd chatted with more reached his arm around me and pulled me to him, his lips reaching for mine. He kissed well – and I eagerly opened my mouth to him, our tongues dancing and exploring. Kristen's guy reached for her a second later, and I heard their lips meet. She'd later tell me he had the best tasting mouth she'd ever kissed, and I heard them start to go town. For our part, my guy – his name was Jon – kept kissing as his hands and fingers started to trace my body, and I moaned softly as he brushed my nipples. I moved my hand to his groin, and felt how hard he was, wanting more, undoing his slacks as he I felt him unzip my dress. From the sounds next to us, it sounded like Kristen and her guy were moving at the same pace, and I gave Kristen a quick wink, which she returned. The night progressed, and we swapped partners, all of us enjoying the other, and the guys really enjoying seeing Kristen and I make out. Sex with the guys, though, was . . . OK. Nowhere near as exciting or stimulating as it had been with Tom, or on any of our club nights. Maybe it was because the guys were too nice, or had actually stopped to put on condoms before fucking, or were similarly married. Whatever. But as Kristen and I left and drove home together, I realized I was disappointed, and said so. For her part, she was as well, and also couldn't quite pinpoint why. She and Dave hadn't discussed any sort of "hall pass" either, and though she didn't feel guilty at all we were both . . . unfulfilled. We chalked it up to the law of averages – eventually, we were going to be disappointed. I remembered what Tom had suggested, and asked if she and Dave had ever been to the swing club. She laughed. "No, but we talked about inviting you guys to go with us if we can figure out an overnight for the kids. Did you and Greg talk about it?" "Not yet – my 'friend' Tom suggested it." "Ah! The magic lover! Good for him – that would allow you to be a little more overt. Does Greg know about him yet?" "No, and I think that's part of what makes it so good. But it is so good that I want to be able to have him more – it's the best sex I've ever had." Kristen nodded. "Yep, I can see that. Let's figure out when we can make it happen – probably January, though – can't take too much advantage of parents ands." "Yep. OK, talk later." I gave her a quick kiss as she reached my house, and walked into the house. Greg was glad to see me. "How was it? Raise anyone's blood pressure?" He grinned. "Maybe," I replied, slightly coyly, not sure I wanted to mention just having been in a foursome. "Unfortunately, no one raised mine like you do." He took me in his arms and kissed me hard. "Let's go fix that." And he led me to bed – and did. The next week flew by – Christmas was the following week, and I had my now-usual adventures with Tom on Saturday. We didn't get a chance to go clubbing, but were able to invite Renee and Sam over for the night, though we warned them we'd have to be a little more discreet since the kids were actually home. We weren't exactly sure what would happen with Renee and Sam, but shouldn't have worried. They looked more comfortable together than Sam had been with Liz, and it was a great night. Greg and Renee picked up where they'd left off, and feeling Sam inside me again was heavenly. I was also able to play with Renee while the guys were recovering, and whispered to her that I wanted to see if we could get some Greg and Sam to do something – anything. She grinned, and said we'd do it – whisper to Sam that I wanted to see him fondle Greg, and she'd say the same to Greg about Sam. She suggested we start sucking them and then move their hands to the other and see how it went, which sounded like a good suggestion. I didn't our chances were particularly good, at least not with Greg, because he'd never even hinted at being open to anything with a man. But with Renee sucking him and putting his hand on Sam, while he watched me sucking Sam, we might just have a chance. As it turned out, it was easier the other way – I started sucking Sam's gorgeous cock, while Renee started on Greg, it was easy to whisper to Sam I wanted to see him hold my husband's cock while Renee sucked it. And when I moved his hand to Greg's cock, he didn't resist, and squeezed Greg as Renee was licking and sucking him. It took a minute for it register with Greg, and his eyes flared open in surprise before realizing it felt good. And so when Renee did the same, he actually went along, as did Sam. The other outcome was that Greg and Sam threw us on the bed and fucked us as hard as they ever had – maybe with even a touch more urgency. I egged Sam on as he fucked me in front of my husband, saying how hot it had been to see him stroking my husband's cock, and how badly I wanted to feel him cum in me again. I could hear Renee taking a similar line with Greg, and it wasn't long before both of them just exploded in us, letting me feel once again the magic of Sam streaming cum into my already drenched and filled cunt, and heard Greg's familiar noises as he emptied himself again in Renee's glorious cunt. The guys were completely spent after that, and dozed off, allowing Renee and I to play more, taking turns lapping up the cum oozing from both of us. Renee had to shove a pillow on my mouth at one point because she made me cum so hard, between her devouring my pussy and nipples. We also schemed further – we both wanted to see the men suck each other off, though I was again skeptical that Greg would ever get there. Then again, he'd watched me fuck three different men, and watched all three of them cum deep inside me, so maybe! Renee and I fell asleep intertwined, and woke up to feel hard cocks sliding into us. We were face to face, and somehow Greg had gotten behind me and Sam was behind Renee, thrusting deep into her as Greg did the same to me. It was fantastic. Greg fucked me slowly, then faster, then slower, maintaining a nice rhythm, playing with my tits and driving me wild. Sam was doing the same to Renee, and I reached out to play with her nipples, feeling Greg pushing me closer to her, Renee reaching for me, kissing me hard, her hand on my breasts, squeezing, teasing, pinching. Greg thrust in again and I felt him spurt into me, tipping me over and making me almost cry out, remembering to turn and yell into a pillow. Renee felt me orgasm and she came hard as I pinched her nipple and twisted. That must have made her cunt spasm on Sam's cock, because I felt him thrust in even harder and hold himself in Renee, his eyes closed in orgasm as he pumped his cum deep into Renee's pussy, already so full of cum. The four of us lay there, the men impaling us with their rods, all of us completely lost in orgasm. That was quite the night, and it was a while before Greg and I could set anything else up. Our next chance was the weekend after New Years, and we wound up having Dave and Kristen over with their kids. Fortune favored us with a serious snowstorm, so it was easy to invite them to stay, which thrilled the kids – and the adults. Once we'd gotten the kids settled and firmly asleep, we were able to enjoy some adult beverages before making our to our bedroom, which was on the opposite side of the house from the kids. I'd talked with Kristen about getting the men to do something – anything – together, and she was all for it. As she put it, if it's hot for them to watch us, imagine how hot it would be for us to watch them. We started, as was becoming our norm, by swapping partners. So Dave and I fucked first, while Greg and Kristen fucked each other. Usually, we'd swap back to our husbands, but Kristen and I had decided we'd play together afterwards a little to heat them up. So I took one of Kristen's nipples in my mouth and tongued her, biting down softly and feeling her jump before she reached down and started caressing my pussy, now full of her husband's cum. She slowly traced around it, grazing my clit and making me moan on her tit before she slid a finger into me and then another. Greg and Dave were spellbound as usual watching us play, and I felt Kristen guide one of the men's hands to my pussy, slipping two of their fingers in, coating them in juice, and then moving it to the other's cock. They looked a little uncomfortable, but they couldn't very well say no – I saw that Kristen had used Greg's hand, and then moved it to Dave's cock, spreading my juices around. I reached for Dave's hand, and guided it to Kristen's literally dripping pussy, making him scoop up some of her juices and then moved it to Greg's cock, mimicking what Kristen had done. I then closed my hand around Dave's, and made him run his hand up and down Greg's rapidly hardening cock. I'd occasionally pull it away to dip him into his wife's still-dripping pussy before moving it back to stroke my husband's once again fully erect cock. It was magnificent to see – after a moment, the guys apparently realized what we wanted, and we didn't need to direct them – they'd reach into us for more fluid and then stroke the other's cock. Once they realized that was what we wanted, their unease melted away and they were able to stroke each other with gusto. And seeing them really did turn both of us on – after watching for a couple of minutes, we jumped on them and alternated – I'd take Greg for a couple minutes, and then move to Dave. We were on each others' husbands when both came, Dave again fountaining into me while Greg filled Kristen with his hot seed.