3 comments/ 37537 views/ 5 favorites Monogamous No More By: Deep Soaker I touched the end of the pool and turned to start another lap. Usually on my out of town trips, the only way to exercise was in the hotel pool. However, this trip was different. I was still wondering whether it would happen because it seemed so incredible. So many things had to fall into place for this to happen. I reached the end of the pool and switched to the breaststroke for the next lap. The first piece happened when I told my wife my fantasy of swapping with another couple or inviting a woman into bed with us. What red-blooded heterosexual male doesn't have those fantasies? I did not have anyone in mind, and I would not mind if it never became a reality. It was just a fantasy that got me hot. I was glad the pool was empty tonight. It was easier to swim and think about what might happen later that night. I switched to the sidestroke for my next lap. Then I remembered when my wife told me her fantasy; for me to have sex with another woman, preferably married, and then come home to tell her about it. She claimed she did not mind if it became a reality. That fantasy made me hot, but I was not sure whether she was sincerely open to me being with another woman or whether she said it just to get me hot. As I switched to the backstroke for the next lap, I thought about Lori, the woman I met on the Internet. She was in a sexless marriage, and although she did not want to leave her husband, she had his consent to look outside their marriage for her sexual satisfaction. We had exchanged e-mail messages, erotic stories, fantasies, and photos. It all seemed so safe because she lived over a thousand miles from me and we would never meet. I stopped at one end of the pool because I noticed someone watching me through the window. When she came into the pool area, I recognized her from her photos. She had long blondish hair that went down to her waist, huge breasts, and a body with enough curves to go well with her breasts. Her photos had not captured the beauty that was before me. "Hi, pen pal," I said. "I thought you had to work for another hour?" "My last client cancelled so I was able to leave early," she responded. "That looks nice. How much longer are you going to be in the pool?" I knew it was not the poolroom that she thought was nice. The hotel was a few years old and showing its age. Ceiling tiles were damaged from water. Walls were discolored here and there from constant exposure to chlorine. The furniture around the pool looked like it came from a discount store. She meant getting in the water, because she loved to swim, and possibly she meant my body, because she loved the sight of the male body with or without the shirt. "I was planning to swim for another half hour, but I can get out now that you are here," I answered. "Have you eaten dinner?" "I grabbed a sandwich at a local deli on the way here," she said. "Stay in the pool and swim. I'll change into my swimsuit and join you." I looked around to make sure no one could hear us and then said, "You don't need to get all dressed up just for me? I like the way you look without a suit." She gave me a sour look and said, "I'm not quite that daring. Which room are you in?" I told her my room number and showed her my room key. She left, pulling a small overnight bag behind her. I watched her hips sway with a gentle rhythm as she walked away. Photos did not do justice to the beautiful way she moved. Maybe it would happen tonight. I started to swim again, going back to breaststroke. As I swam, I recalled when I found out that I had to come to North Carolina for business. The trip would keep me there for about a week, and all of my evenings would be free. I knew Lori lived in North Carolina, but I did not know how close it was to where I needed to be. When I looked it up, it was twenty miles from her home. Suddenly my relationship with her did not seem so distant and safe. As I switched to the sidestroke for the next lap, I recalled trying to get my wife to come with me. She was not able to get away, but she suggested I see if my pen pal was available. That maybe we could get together in person. I confessed to my wife that if my pen pal and I met in person, we would probably do more that talk. My wife wanted to know what we might do. I made up a sexual scenario and she got so wet that we went straight to bed. Maybe she really was sincere about me making her fantasy a reality. When I told Lori that I would be near her home, she was even more excited than me. Yes, she could be free to meet me, but it would be after she was finished with clients for the day. We planned for her to spend nights with me, and we had the safe sex talk, as it was obvious we were going to do more than talk. We agreed I would wear condoms. I had not needed condoms for a long time and began to think about types and how many would be needed. Did they make assortment packages? My attention came back to the pool when I saw Lori coming back. She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit. As she got in the pool, I noticed that her long hair was put up. She would probably keep her head out of the water so she would not need to wash her hair. She walked around a bit in the pool and I swam around her. She turned so that her face was always towards me, and I playfully tried to get behind her. Finally, I dove underwater, closed the distance between us and came up inches from her face. We were kissing distance away, and we slowly closed the distance to have our first kiss. Gingerly we wrapped our arms around each other and began to hug while we kissed. I was becoming surer with every passing minute that something was going to happen between us that night. Her hand found my butt and she whispered, "Nice ass." My hand went lower and I gently caressed one of her cheeks. "I like yours better." We kissed and caressed for a few more minutes and then I asked, "At the risk of being obvious, I think you may be getting wet?" She smiled and responded, "Yes, in more ways than one. I stopped masturbating three days ago knowing that you would be here today." In a mock serious voice I said, "You poor woman. We need to do something about all of that pent up tension." She tilted her head slightly as if she was thinking about that comment and then asked, "What do you suggest?" I held her close with my left arm and used my right hand to caress one of her ample breasts. I could feel a nipple poking through the material. "I have several things in mind. All of them involved us not being so overdressed." As no one was in the pool area, I decided to be a bit daring and pulled down one of her straps to expose the breast I had been caressing. Her back was facing the window should someone walk by. I kissed my way down her neck and around her breast until I got to the nipple. Then I gently licked and sucked her nipple. She moved her hands to hold the back of my head and I could hear her breathing start to change. We needed to find somewhere more private. I pulled away a little and lifted her swimsuit back into place. "Are you ready to head for the room?" I asked. "Not yet," she answered. She came closer to give me another kiss and her hand when down the front of my swimsuit. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my erection and savored my size and texture. After a minute or two, I broke the kiss and said, "This is not fair. You can get at me but I can't get at you. Let's go to the room." She pulled her hand out of my swimsuit and said, "OK.' We climbed out of the pool, washed off the chlorine with the poolside shower, and dried ourselves with towels left by the pool just for that. She rubbed herself in a suggestive manner while pretending just to dry off. Why did it suddenly feel so hot? We wrapped dry towels around our shoulders, picked up the room key and my cell phone, and started walking towards the room we planned to share that night. The carpet felt nice against the bottom of my feet and we found ourselves holding hands as if we were already lovers. I noticed that the top of her head only came to my chin. I never realized the height difference in the photos or the pool and it never occurred to me before that I should ask. Being in bed would equalize some of the height difference, but I realized we would not be doing sixty-nine. The elevator ride was short, but it gave us another chance to kiss. The room was a small business suite; a desk, a sofa that could become an extra bed if needed, a kitchenette, one bathroom with shower, and a king size bed. The whole hotel was non-smoking, which was fine with me. Lori had obviously been in the room to leave her bag and change her clothes, so there was no need for a tour. I led her by the hand to the sofa, put our towels on top of the sofa, and sat on the towel. Then I pulled her to me, slid the straps of her swimsuit down, and exposed both breasts. With her standing and me sitting on the edge of the sofa, her areolas were at my eye level. Each one was several inches across and both nipples were erect. I started to lick under, around, and on the areola that had not yet received any attention from me, while my right hand played with her other breast. Between licks I said, "I want to make sure both sides get enough attention. I would not want you to lose your balance." After a few minutes, she told me, "My other breast needs some attention now." I moved my hand behind her to hold her in place while I switched my mouth to her other breast. Then I used my free hand to pull her swimsuit off the rest of the way. My fingers did some walking. Even without looking, I could tell that she trimmed but did not shave. My highest preference would have been for her to have a bit more fur there, but ultimately it did not matter if she was shaved, trimmed, or full bush. I wanted to play with her pussy. My index finger touched and rubbed her clit, slid up and down the edge of her nether lips, and pushed into her entrance up to my first knuckle. She was wet and physically ready for me to put my cock in her, but we had all night and I wanted tonight to be special and memorable for both of us. My hands guided her hips to the sofa so that she would know I wanted her to sit or lie down there. She did. Then I put my face between her legs and started to caress my cheeks against her inner thighs. At first she tensed, and with some panic in her voice said, "Wait! Wait! Are you sure you want to go there? Is it clean enough?" I reassured her, "Yes, I want to go there." Again I caressed by cheeks against her inner thighs. She moved her legs apart to make more room for me. I licked along both of her inner thighs and moved up closer to her pussy. I put her legs over my shoulders and began to lick and kiss on either side of her slit. Then I moved to the space between her crease, and finally to the top of her slit where I found her clit. I licked and sucked her clit and inner lips while my index finger traced a trail through the moisture near her entrance. When I felt sure I had found her entrance, I pushed my finger in, this time as far as I could go. I pulled my finger almost all the way out, pushed back in again, and repeated as I began to finger fuck her. Between my mouth and my finger, I knew I was reaching her. Her breathing changed, and she started making panting sounds that matched the rhythm of my finger. After one or two minutes that seemed like just a few seconds, I felt her inner muscles contract around my finger. She also let out a loud moan that confirmed she had an orgasm. My hand was also soaked. She was a squinter. We were going to need more towels. I pulled my finger out and wrapped both of my arms around her legs while I continued to lick my tongue up, down, and around her lips. Then the phone rang. It was the special ringtone that told me instantly my wife was calling. I got up and said, "Excuse me. I need to get this." I picked up the phone, slid my thumb so that it would unlock and answer, and said, "Hello." My wife asked, "How was your trip?" I answered, "Fine. The flight was a few minutes late but at least my bag arrived on the same flight." Lori slid across the edge of the sofa to where I was standing and pulled my swimsuit off. I lifted my feet to step out of it and she put my swimsuit on top of hers on an end table. I had an erection with everything I had been doing with Lori, but lost it when the phone rang. That did not stop Lori from holding my limp dick in her fingers as if she were inspecting it, and then putting it into her mouth. My wife said something about her day, but I had trouble focusing. The moisture from Lori's mouth felt so good, and I felt my erection coming back. I also felt a little bit light headed which often happened when my cock was sucked. "Did you meet up with your pen pal?" my wife asked. I paused for a moment, trying to focus, and then said, "Yes." "Are you with her now?" she asked. Again, I paused and I thought that perhaps I lost some of my hardness. "Yes," I answered. Lori was running her tongue up and down the length of my shaft, and sometimes her tongue ran around the edge of my crown. It was getting harder and harder to focus. "So, what is she doing now?" my wife asked. It was time to see if my wife was sincerely open to me having sex with another woman. Unfortunately, it was a little late for me if she was not. I decided that the truth would set me free, one way or the other. "We are both naked in my hotel room and she is sucking on my cock. It feels great and I am having trouble focusing. Can we talk some other time?" I responded. I could almost hear her smile. She responded, "I thought I recognized the way you were breathing. You breathe like that when I suck your cock. Let's talk tomorrow. It sounds like you are going to be busy the rest of the evening. Have fun, be safe, and tell me all about it when you get home." As she was hanging up, I said, "I love you." She said, "I love you, too," and then she was gone. I pulled away from Lori long enough to put the phone down and sit on the sofa. She got between my legs and said, "Was that your wife?" As she started to lick the shaft of my cock again, I said, "Yes. She told me to have fun, be safe, and tell her all about it when I get home." She lifted her head long enough to ask, "Will you?" As she put the head of my cock in her mouth and ran her tongue around it, I said, "Yes. The night is ours to do what we want. We have condoms for anything risky that we do. And I will tell her in detail about our activities when I get home. It will get us both hot and we will want to relive some of the things you and I will do." Lori got up and sat on the sofa facing me with her legs straddled over mine. Hardness was not going to be an issue. This was really going to happen. As she rubbed her nether lips against the head of my cock, I had a moment of clear thinking and said, "I think I need to put on a condom." She started to get off me and said, "If you want." I got a condom from my luggage and put it on. Then I sat back on the sofa and Lori straddled me again. I said, "I though we agreed to wear condoms?" She said, "We did. I just didn't want to stop what we were doing." She started to rub her slit against my cock again. Fortunately, lubrication was not going to be a problem. I put my arms around her back and pulled her closer. We started to kiss. While we kissed, I could feel the head of my cock enter her. She started to bounce gently and with each bounce, I slid a little further into her velvet glove. When we came up for air, I realized I was in her as far as I could go. I felt her trimmed hair at the base of my shaft. We had just escalated our relationship way past pen pal. She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Hello, lover. I've wanted to call you that for a long time." I smiled back and replied, "Hello lover. I've wanted to be with you for some time also. You know, this is my first time fucking a woman while married to someone else. I am monogamous no more." She frowned a little and asked, "How do you feel about that? Do you want to stop?" "Hell no, "I replied emphatically. I love being in you. This is our time to share in ways we have never shared; to explore new things with each other. I just feel as though I lost a bit of innocence." Her smile returned and she started to bounce up and down. I started to have trouble focusing again. "If your first time is good, you'll wonder why you did not do this sooner. I'll make sure your first time is great." We stopped talking for a while, but the sounds did not stop. Lori was vocal and grunting each time she got me all the way inside. I started vocalizing also. We sounded like two animals. In a way, I guess we were. I went into a sexual trance that allowed me to focus on the sensations I was experiencing. Lori brought me out of trance when she had her second orgasm of the evening. Her inner muscles clamped on my cock so hard that it prevented me from coming. I was going to last a long time if she came like this every time I was ready to come. Also, the towel under us was soaked. I wondered what would happen to the bed when we finally got there. We got up to take a break and prepare for bed. My erection was gone and I threw away the used condom. Even though I had not come, I knew I would need a new condom to do anything else tonight. We flossed and brushed, while making faces at each other. It was fun just to be in the same room with her. She wet a washcloth in the sink and wiped my cock, balls, and surrounding area. "You know," she said, "a condom is not going to protect you from my juice. I was tested for STDs two months ago and was negative for everything." Then she went down on me again. "Your cock tastes so good, I can't help myself." With a new erection, I pulled her up and instructed, "Bend over the sink." Then I put on a new condom and got behind her. It only took a moment or two of guiding my cock with my hand for me to find her entrance. Then I was in. Oh, this felt so good. I tried to reach around to her breasts, but had to settle for watching her in the mirror. The list of wonderful sights and sensations seemed endless; her hair, her smile, her generous flopping breasts, her smooth and firm butt, and her tight and wet pussy. I was definitely happy to be there. Her orgasmic contractions were unmistakable, but I could not tell you how many times she came. I had trouble focusing on counting or details that I could put into this story. It was just that everything felt great and the more we fucked, the more I wanted to fuck her. She still squirted with every orgasm, but the fluid volume was not as much as it originally was. We fucked until my knees told me I needed to sit or lay down. I pulled out, threw away the condom, and used a towel to dry off her juices. Then I got another condom and led Lori to the bedroom. I turned off some lights so it felt more intimate. We put some towels on the bed so it would be dry when we eventually went to sleep. While I was putting on the next condom, she asked, "Do you like wearing condoms?" I looked her in the eyes and said, "No. I enjoy feeling a woman's moisture against me. It is just that I want to make sure we are both safe." I got on top of her and entered her in a classic missionary position. She wrapped her legs around my back and said, "You are already at risk, with or without the condom. My juices go all over. I feel safe with you. If you want to continue wearing condoms that is your choice, but I would be happy to have you bareback inside me." Wow. With that invitation, it was going to be hard to maintain condom discipline. I enjoyed the dominance of being on top, just as I had enjoyed the dominance of entering her from behind while standing. However, the human body only has so much energy and after one or two of her orgasms, I needed to switch. Monogamous No More Ch. 02 2nd Night I was trying to concentrate on work, but it was tough. I had traveled over a thousand miles for work, and by a stroke of good luck, the trip made it possible to indulge a fantasy that my wife and I had both had. Several months previously, I met Lori on the Internet. We exchanged erotic stories and messages for several months, but I never expected that our relationship would become physical. Lori was in a sexless marriage, but had her husband's consent to get her sexual needs met elsewhere. Then my company bought a subsidiary near her and business brought us close. Last night we met and I helped her satisfy her physical sexual needs. We were going to meet again tonight. Can you see why I was having trouble focusing on work? I had meetings scheduled for the entire day and needed to be able to concentrate. As part of the transition team, I was assigned to help our new subsidiary integrate with the rest of the company. After last night, I felt blissful, but work and play do not mix well for me. I needed a different focus if I was going to do my job. Besides, men are not built to handle constant arousal. If I was going to perform tonight, my Autonomic Nervous System needed some rest today. It was difficult, but finally I was able to concentrate on work. Around lunchtime, I finally had a break and the chance to call my wife. "Hello, lover," she said as she answered my call. Sensing a chance for some playful teasing, I raised the pitch of my voice and tried to sound like someone else, "I'm not sure we know each other well enough to be lovers, at least not yet. Your husband asked me to call you." There was a pause while she thought that possibly she was talking with a stranger and had called them lover. One should not assume that the person on caller ID is the same person on the line. Phones get borrowed. People share the same phone. It could happen. Then she said, "You can't fool me. How did things go last night?" I changed back to my regular voice and responded with a question of my own, "Do you want the long version or the short version?" She immediately said, "I want the long version with visual aids and demonstrations when you get home. For now, the short version will do." "OK," I said. "We swam, kissed, I sucked her tits and pussy, she sucked my cock, we fucked, and then we slept." I could almost hear a smile as she responded, "I changed my mind. A little more detail would be fine." I continued, "She's multi-orgasmic, squirts, and has vice-like Kegels. We soaked several towels last night and another one this morning. She is not working tonight so she is joining me for dinner, and then who knows what might happen." My wife replied, "I think I can guess what will happen. You may need to get some more towels from room service. Do you think you will be able to make it through dinner without jumping her?" I said, "Probably not. She really boils my blood." She said, "I'm glad you're having a good time, but what about me? I haven't gotten any since you left." I heard her invitation and decided to accept it. "Where are you and what are you wearing?" This led to some hot telephone sex. What can I say? It is hard for me to say no to a lover in need. After ten minutes of erotic discussion, careful application of a glass dildo, and one intense female orgasm, my wife said, "Thanks for the help. What are you going to do?" I replied, "I need to stay calm and keep my powder dry so I have some ammunition for tonight." She asked, "Has our little chat helped any?" I replied, "No. It made things worse. I may need to meditate before my next meeting." With a smirk in her voice, she asked, "Are you planning to meditate in the bathroom with help from your hand?" "No! Absolutely not, you naughty girl" I said emphatically. "I need to cool off and you're not helping matters." There was another moment of silence and then she said, "Maybe I can help. After dinner tonight, take her back to your room for dessert. You'll be better able to pace yourself and it will help her heat up." Most people might have accepted those words at face value. However, my wife was suggesting much more than room service brownies in front of the television. "I thought we reserved that for just the two of us," I said. With love and gentleness in her voice, she said, "I am sharing your cock with her. I think I can let you share this with her also." "Thanks, honey," I said. "I'll see if I can make it happen." We chatted for a few more minutes about some of the mundane things of everyday life and then we hung up so that I could get some lunch. I felt a warm glow all over and realized I had gotten hot talking with her. Maybe some ice cream would help me cool off. *** After work, I exercised in the pool and grabbed a quick shower. I also found some possible desserts in a snack bar area of the hotel lobby. They had a cup of fresh cut fruit that included bite-sized chunks of melon, strawberries, grapes, and raspberries. They also had small containers of chocolate mousse yogurt and mango sorbet. This was perfect. I bought them, took them to my room to put in the mini-fridge, and left to meet Lori for dinner. I felt like a teenager going to a date with the hottest gal in school. Maybe I should say I felt like a college student. As a high school student, I would be doing well to kiss and pet. However, as a college student my prospects for the evening were much better. We met at Outback Steakhouse, one of her favorite places for dinner. I was there first and parked at the back of an almost full parking lot. There was a wait, so I put my name on the wait list and was told it would be about thirty minutes. It seemed strange that there was a wait on Tuesday night, but it was too late to pick a different place. I felt certain we would find something to occupy our time while we waited. When Lori arrived, she parked next to my rental car at the end of the parking lot. She flashed a huge smile in my direction. I smiled and waved back. We were obviously both happy to see each other. It was fun to watch her walk up to me. The view from the back was great, but tonight I was appreciating the view from the front. Lori was wearing a dark blue knee-length skirt with matching jacket, white blouse, stockings, and polished black shoes with about two inches of heel. She wore her hair up, just as she had when she joined me in the swimming pool the night before. I was enjoying the sight, but I also wanted to touch. I gave her a hug, and we started to kiss. When we finally came up for air, I said, "We are on the waiting list. They said it would be about thirty minutes." I pointed to a wrought iron bench near the side of the building and said, "Let's have a seat." She responded, "I am in your hands. Lead the way." I led her to the bench and we sat. I thought about the brightly polished shoes and remembered the old joke about being able to see a woman's panties in the reflection of her shoes. I looked for a reflection that might go up her skirt, but there was not enough light. It was just a story, so it probably would not have worked anyway. We started kissing again, and Lori moved her hand to my crotch. She was as horny as me. She looked me in the eye and asked, "Did you miss me?" My manhood started to grow under her touch. "Yes," I replied. "I am going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you during dinner." She smiled and said, "You don't have to. We can sit next to each other in a booth. We can pretend we are new lovers who can't keep their hands off each other." "I don't think very much acting will be needed." I replied. We started to kiss again, and she gently moved her fingertips up and down the bulge in my pants, tracing the outlines of my shaft. I moved my hand down to her knee and began to touch her inner thighs. She was touching me through jeans and I was touching her through stockings but even through clothing, it felt great to touch and be touched. I kissed her in a circle that included her nose, earlobes, neck, and back to lips while my hand gradually moved under her dress and further up her thighs. I wanted to get to her panties and maybe slide a finger under the edge sometime before we were called for our table. Fortunately, there were just enough bushes to give us some privacy. The fading light of a setting sun helped give use a little more privacy. People could see we were there, but not what we were doing. As my fingertips continued a gradual advance up Lori's thighs, I felt a change in texture. I was no longer touching stocking. I was touching bare skin. In a flash, I realized she was wearing thigh-high stockings. I felt a sense of relief that she was not wearing a stocking style that went all the way to her waist. I felt sure that even that type of stocking would come off tonight, but it would be harder for me to initiate. These were perfect. Lori started to breathe a little heavier and it became hard for her to breathe while kissing. I moved to her neck where I could pleasure her with my lips and tongue. My fingers continued across her skin, and then I reached pussy, bare, panty-less pussy! I was surprised, and she laughed at being able to surprise me. After a few seconds, I recovered from my surprise and decided to go for gold. I moved my hand the rest of the way under her skirt and pushed the palm of my hand against her entire pubic area. This was not a time for finesse. I wanted to take her, and this was the only way I could express it. She moaned quietly while I pushed my palm against her. I moved my hand slightly so that several fingers could slide up and down her crease. One finger slid in her entrance. She started to move in rhythm to the movement of my finger. Then they called us for our table. "To be continued," I told Lori, and pulled my hand from under her dress. "I'll be wet and ready when you are," she said teasingly with just a bit of a smile. We were seated at a booth, and I sat next to her after she sat down. I looked at our server and said, "We like to sit next to each other." The Melbourne porterhouse looked good, but I wanted to perform well tonight. Wanting to eat light, I settled on Tilapia with crabmeat. Lori wanted the Alice Springs Chicken and when the server came, I ordered for both of us. Lori had a puzzled look and asked, "Why did you order for me tonight?" I replied, "Remember, you are in my hands. You can say 'No thank you' whenever you like and I will ask your preferences when possible, but we are effectively dance partners tonight and the man always leads." "That sounds a little possessive, maybe even dominant," she observed. "It is," I agreed as my hand gently caressed her inner thigh just under the edge of her skirt. Dinner was pleasant. The food was good, too. All too soon, or maybe not soon enough, our plates were empty and our server asked if we had room for dessert. "Thank you for the great service tonight, but we already have a commitment for dessert somewhere else. We are ready for the check." While I paid the check and left a generous tip, Lori asked, "What did you have in mind for dessert?" "Several things," I replied without really answering, "and I think you will like them all." We walked to the car and hesitated at the driver's side door of Lori's car. Except for a few streetlights near the street, the parking lot was dark. "Should I follow you?" she asked. I reached down to raise her skirt high enough for me to get my fingers near her slit. "Yes, when we leave, and when I am done," I informed her. With one hand behind her and one hand playing with her outer lips, I sat on the ground and started to lick the place I had wanted to go since before I found out there would be nothing in my way. Lori got stiff and asked, "Is this a good place? Won't someone see us?" I stopped just long enough to tell her, "Your car is blocking the security camera. No one is parked past my car. The only people that might come this far back will be lovers looking for some privacy. They might enjoy a show and even give us one." I could tell the idea excited Lori because her wetness suddenly increased significantly. I used my tongue and lips to kiss, lick, and suck, while my index finger slid into her and gently stroked in and out. It only took a few minutes and she came, squirting on my hand and face. "My turn," she said as she got me to my feet, unzipped my pants, and brought my erection into the open air. Her mouth went to my tip and started to get it wet. Then she moved her tongue up and down my shaft. She pulled my pants and boxers down to expose a bit more of me. This made it easier for her to caress my butt with one hand and my balls with the other. This felt great, but it was also a bit frustrating. Being sucked like this was going to make me want to fuck. We were twenty minutes away from the hotel and my collection of condoms. I already felt myself wanting to fuck her and I was rapidly loosing my resolve to wait for a condom. Holding my cock with one hand, Lori stood up and leaned over the hood of her car. "Get behind me," she said. "I want to feel this rubbing against me." A part of me was saying, "No! No! No! No! No! Warning, Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!" I had promised my wife that I would stay safe. Without a condom, getting behind her was a sure recipe for unsafe sex. What can I say? It is hard for me to say no to a lover in need. I got behind her. As she bent over the hood of her car, I noticed that her ass was perfectly framed by the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt. She reached between her legs, held my cock and pulled me closer. She rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her slit. I felt so guilty, but her wetness felt so good. She placed my tip at her entrance, and I pushed in. Her hand released me, and almost immediately, her velvet glove encircled me. With one strong stroke, I was all the way inside her, and her forceful exhale let me know I had the same strong impact on her that she had on me. I was possessed with an animal lust and as if by instinct, I thrust into her repeatedly, pushing and pressing against her bottom as if it might be possible to get even deeper into her. On reflection, we risked attracting unwanted attention because we were both noisy, but I do not think either of us cared at the moment. She squeezed me hard as she came. Her orgasm triggered mine, and I rammed as deep into her as I could go. I left a present inside her, and briefly, I wondered if she had tissues so that she would not drip on her car seat. Then I didn't care about any messiness that might happen. Condoms can make post-sex clean-up easier, but once we decided not to use condoms, I wanted to revel in our combined juices. My joy was almost like being a kid and playing in the mud, but much more erotic and exciting. I knew the rules of neatness and decorum and I was thumbing my nose at them. I lingered inside her for a minute or two, and then withdrew. I holstered my cock back inside my boxers and pulled my pants up. Lori pulled her skirt down and faced me. "So, should I follow you to the hotel?" she asked. "In a minute," I replied as I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion and some tongue caresses. When we broke our kiss, I said, "To be continued at the hotel. Yes. Follow me." *** The trip back to the hotel seemed to take forever. Every traffic light seemed to be red. I did not remember there being so many stoplights. I wondered why we did not meet at the hotel and drive together to the restaurant. The passenger could have played with the driver during the trip. Instead, I sat in the car by myself and wished we could already be at the hotel. We finally arrived. Once in the room, I said, "I have some dessert, and I would like us both to be naked when we eat it." As I got the fruit, yogurt, and sorbet from the refrigerator and asked, "Do you have some room for dessert?" She smiled and asked, "Are you feeding me?" "Mind reader," I responded. "I'm feeding you, and you're feeding me." As she started taking off her clothes, she responded, "Then I have room for dessert." I quickly took my clothes off and in thirty seconds, we were both naked. I took the food and a plastic spoon to the sofa and patted the place where I wanted her to sit. She accepted my invitation and waited patiently for me to lead. I picked up a piece of melon and started running it over her chest, around her boobs, and finally to her mouth so she could chew, savor, and swallow it. She closed her eyes and threw back her head just a little. Her body language told me she liked what I was doing and I should continue. Next, I used a strawberry to caress her, but I used my mouth and lips to present it to her. As she bit off part, I kissed her, and then chewed and swallowed the other part. My next bit of fruit was a grape, and I held it between my teeth while allowing the skin of the grape to caress her inner arm and neck before meeting for another kiss and shared bite. Without fruit in my mouth, I gently kissed and licked her skin on my way back to the dish for more fruit. Lori reached for a grape and placed it at my lips. I could smell a distinct aroma on her fingers, and licked and sucked them while holding the grape in my mouth. This vixen had been fingering herself and her fingers were covered with her juices. I was trying to pace myself but I could feel my cock start to twitch and grow. After repeating my caresses with other bits of fruit, I asked her to lay more on her back so that I could balance two raspberries on her nipples. Taking my time, I let my tongue circle her aureole several times before taking each raspberry in my mouth, letting her feel my teeth against her nipples before chewing and swallowing each berry. Then I lay back with raspberries on my nipples and said, "Please help yourself to the berries on my serving tray." Her tongue drew large wet circles on my chest before taking each berry into her mouth. Following my example, I felt her teeth gently caress my nipples. She was obviously enjoying this game as much as I was. While I lay on my back, I used the spoon to scoop some yogurt out of the container and placed it on my nipples. I shivered a little from the cold, but it was not too cold. It had been warming towards room temperature for a few minutes and was cool without being painfully cold. Lori dove for the chocolate, holding the cool yogurt in her mouth while she pressed her lips against the skin around my nipples and sucked. After she licked my chest clean, I indicated it was her turn to lay on her back. She hesitated a moment, perhaps out of fear that I would put cold yogurt on her nipples, but the hesitation was only for a moment. I put a generous portion on the chocolate yogurt on her nipples, and began to feast on this tasty treat. After licking her clean, I held her in place while getting the sorbet. Despite being out of the refrigerator for a while, it was still frozen. It would be colder than the yogurt. I put small dabs on her nipples, and she shivered a little. I licked up all of the sorbet, and stayed a while to make sure her nipples warmed up again. I stayed a bit longer than necessary, but it was easy to linger and my new lover was not protesting. One of my hands had been playing with her pussy while I finished the sorbet, and I decided to eat some honey pie. I was tempted to lead the way with some fruit, but I did not want to risk giving her a yeast infection. In the back of my mind, I remembered leaving a deposit in her earlier, but in the heat of the moment, I did not care. She smelled and tasted great and I was happy to lavish my attention there. I lost track of time but suddenly realized she was cumming. I pulled my face away and found the index finger of my left hand inside her. I could not remember doing that, but it seemed to have been the right thing to do. Monogamous No More Ch. 02 "Are we done with dessert?" she asked after she caught her breath. "Not yet," I responded. "I'll be the serving dish for the last part." I stood up and used the chocolate yogurt to cover the crown of my erection. She immediately put my tip in her mouth and ran her tongue around the end. I put the last of the yogurt on the part of my shaft that was still exposed. Lori took me out of her mouth and licked along the top of my shaft picking up the yogurt along the way. I picked up the sorbet and spooned up the last of it. While Lori licked the bottom of my shaft, I put the last of this frozen treat on my crown. It was cold, but I had no doubt that it would feel warm very soon. It did. Lori put my head back in her mouth and used her lips to create an up and down motion on my erection. It was good that the food was gone, because I was ready to fuck her pussy. Having a warm and wet mouth around my cock will get me into that kind of mood. Lori was lingering long after the sorbet was gone, but I guess fair is fair. I had done the same thing to her. When she finally came up for air, I put my hands on her arms, guided her to stand up, turn around, and bend over the sofa. I moved my hands to her hips so that I could align myself behind her, and then I used my right hand to guide the tip of my cock up and down the inside of her lips. She was so wet that it was easy to find her entrance. With one stroke, I was all the way inside her. As I started to thrust in and out I announced, "Dessert is over." Her only reply was guttural and if it could be translated into words, I feel sure they would be words of pleasure and approval. Briefly, I thought about getting a condom. That would be the safe thing to do. Sure, we had fucked bareback earlier in the evening, but no condoms were available. Now some were only feet away in my suitcase. However, getting a condom would mean pulling out of this wonderful pussy. Putting one on would mean that I would not get to feel her wetness. Ultimately, my little head did all the thinking and I forgot all about getting a condom. I did not keep score, but Lori was clearly multi-orgasmic. Each time she came, her inner muscles clamped around me and her juices squirted against me. She came twice with me behind her and us both standing. We moved to the bed and I lay on my back while she rode me. This was especially fun as my hands could fondle and knead her buns or her bosom. When her arms got tired, I introduced her to a scissors position. It has been my favorite for a long time, and she came once more in that position, so obviously it was good for her too. Gradually our movements slowed, and became almost languous. Finally, we stopped moving and just lay together with my erection still buried deep in her, my cock soaking in her juices. We fell asleep in that position. Sometime latter, I woke up and realized what had happened. After a few thrusts, I realized her muscles had acted as a cock ring to keep me erect. After a few more thrusts, she woke up and began thrusting back. There was no way to know how long we had slept, but I did feel somewhat refreshed. Lori had one more orgasm, and then I came in her. We collapsed in relaxation and floated in bliss. It would have been easy to fall asleep again, but I wanted to stay awake and share this time with her. The pull of the sandman was too powerful and in the blink of my eyes, I knew I had slept. In my sleep, we had moved and I was now cuddled behind her with my arm wrapped around her holding one of her breasts. She must have felt my morning wood pressed against her, because she turned over and we held each other face to face. We kissed and I said, "Good morning, lover." She smiled and said, "Yes, it is a good morning. Thank you for making last night so special. Is there anything I can do for you?" "You mean other than what we are going to do before work this morning?" "Yes, "she replied with another smile, "something in addition to that." "There might be something," I said with a mischievous grin. "It would involve sharing." "I'm not very good at sharing. Besides, this is our week. I want you all to myself." "Not even with my wife?" I asked. She did not answer, and I could almost see the wheels turn as she thought about sharing me with the woman who had shared me with her. Finally, she said, "What did you have in mind?" "I'd like my wife to watch us, or at least listen to us on the phone while we play." "Let me think about it," she said quietly. Then a little more loudly, she said, "Can we fuck again before we go to work?" "Yes," I replied, while thinking to myself, "Yes!" Monogamous No More While I laid on my back, she climbed on top of me. Her breasts were easy to reach but I could not get my lips or tongue to them. I twisted her nipples between my finger and thumb. I tried to put my hands around as much of her breasts as I could. Finally, I just relaxed and felt her pussy slipping up and down my cock. In a timeless moment of bliss, I came. Lori stopped humping me and relaxed on top of me. For a time I felt as if I was floating. This had been a great first time with my new lover. After a few minutes of afterglow, we got out of bed, removed wet towels, discarded a used and full condom, and cleaned up any sticky or juicy places on us. We turned off the light, got into bed (nude of course), cuddled in a spoon position, and were asleep in seconds. When I woke up to the early morning sun coming through the window, I was a little disoriented. Then I remembered my previous evening with Lori. I was spooned behind her, both of us on our left side. My right arm was wrapped around her holding her left breast. She started to rock her hips and I realized I had an erection. It might have been morning wood or the presence of a naked woman in my arms. I wondered where I left the condoms, knowing I would need one soon. It seemed like so much trouble to get up to find them and I considered sliding into her without any latex. While I tried to rationalize safe sex as equal to feeling her squirt with no latex barrier, I realized this was only the first night of a weeklong trip. Being monogamous was quickly becoming a distant concept that did not seem very important. Life can be good.