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Passionate Hobbies

By: JHammock



Scene 1 John:

I rang the bell and waited for my friend Melissa to open the door. She smiled as she let me in. 

"Are you okay, John?" She asked seeing my clouded face.

"Not really. I need your help, Mel."

"Come on in. Do you want something to drink?"

I shook my head and said, "I just need to talk that's all."

She led me to the couch, sat next to me, and took my hand in hers.

"Johnny, are you worried about Tiffany again?"

Tiffany was my wife and we have been having problems. Since Tiffany seldom talked, it was hard for me to understand what was troubling her.

"Tiff seems to have withdrawn into a shell. It is as though we are wading through life without a spark of enthusiasm."

"You guys are young and need to get out more often. That'll surely solve your issues."

She was right. We were both in our mid thirties and have been married for almost ten years now.

"I keep asking her to go out but she says she gets bored. I know she loves country dancing but since I don't dance, she doesn't want to go. Whenever we go to a honky-tonk, I encourage her to dance with other guys. She enjoys dancing with other guys but later feels guilty about it. I keep telling her not to worry, that it's only dancing but she ignores me and withdraws into her shell. Once she told me that one of the guys rubbed his cock on her ass suggestively and fondled her breasts and that she got turned on. She says that's she felt guilty and that's why she won't dance with strangers anymore."

Now I must tell you a little about Mel before going on. Mel and I are colleagues at work and have been friends for a couple of years now. We became good friends and began to share intimate details of our personal lives with each other. Mel is in her early twenties and is engaged to Mike, who is a medical intern. Although Mel loves Mike, he does not satisfy her sexually. Mel is a horny little bitch and eventually found a lover, Steven. Steven lives in the same apartment complex as Mike and Mel. Mike works crazy shifts and sometimes is on call forty-eight hours without a break. Mel met Steve at the apartment gym and it didn't take very long for Steven to figure out Mel's weakness. And when he found out that she was alone some nights, he began to hit on her. It started with seemingly innocent massages which soon turned erotic.

Mel confided in me that ever since she had hooked up with Steven, she had been at peace wit herself. Although Mike had a huge cock, his libido was low. And he preferred anal sex. Mel was okay with letting him fuck her in the ass, but she wanted him to tend to her pussy too. Mel had another issue. She was a sub and longed to 'taken' by her lover. Steven had proved to be a great lover, bordering on dominating Mel, which she loved. Mel's only problem was that Mike had been offered a great job in New York and he had accepted it. He had also started talking about a wedding date. Mel was excited about the prospect of getting married and about his job that paid him very well. But she was also disappointed because she would lose the companionship of Steven. This meant that she had to go through the task of finding another suitable lover. She realized that being married would make the search that much harder. Steven was single and was not interested in any sort of relationship. He had been looking for a fuck-buddy and when he found Mel, he was elated. It was a match made in heaven.

She suddenly asked me, "How good are you in bed, John?"

I was surprised and thought for a minute. "I may not be great but I think I satisfy her."

"Well, I have news for you, my friend. Mike thinks he's satisfying me sexually while you know without Steven I would be a basket case."

"Where are you going with this, Mel?"

"I think Tiffany needs a lover."

I was aghast. That was a typical Mel approach to solving life's every problem. 'Have more sex, preferably with different partners!'

"I don't think Tiff will ever take on a lover, with or without my knowledge. She is not that kind of person. She takes marriage seriously."

"Would you mind if she had sex with another man? No emotional involvement, just a physical relationship?

"Honestly I don't know but even if I did agree to her taking on a lover, I doubt if she will go for it."

"You may be surprised if you placed temptation in her path."

I stared at her. "What are trying to say, Mel?"

"Well, you know Mike and I are moving to New York by the end of this month and will probably get married as soon as we settle down there. That means I won't be able to see Steven anymore."

"What's that got to do with my problems?" I was not interested in her sex life at that moment!

"When I am gone, Steven will start looking for another fuck-buddy. I want you to introduce Tiffany to Steven before he finds someone else."

"Why Steven? I mean if she agrees to take on a lover, assuming I give her the okay, it should not be a problem finding a lover. 

"Listen to me John. I am sure all Tiffany needs is a lover who can really fuck. And I can vouch for Steven's prowess in bed. He is well endowed and knows how to use his cock to satisfy his women. With Steven, you know that she'll be getting a virile fuck buddy. Besides, he will never steal her from you since he hates emotional relationships."

I couldn't believe that she was asking me to introduce my wife to her lover.

I knew there was more. "What's in it for you, Mel?"

"Well, I want Steven to find a nice fuck-buddy. Tiff is gorgeous and I know Steven will love fucking her. I feel bad that I am leaving him high and dry. I don't want him to be snared by some bitch who could take advantage of his good nature. Besides, whenever I am in town, I am sure you'll free up Steven for me."

"I can't believe I am saying this, but how do you know Steven will go for an older woman? He's around twenty eight, isn't he? Tiff is almost thirty four!"

"Why don't you first introduce them and see if there is any attraction. If there is, then give them space and let them explore each other. If not, Tiff can go back to her miserable life again and you can wallow in self pity." Boy, she doesn't mince words, does she!

"Let me think about it."

"I need to know in two days. If not, I am going to introduce him to my step sister, Debby. She's only nineteen and a selfish bitch but I have no choice given the short amount of time I have."

I couldn't sleep that night. I was not sure that sex, or the lack of sex, was the problem. But what Mel said made sense. If that was the issue, then it's better to introduce Steven to her rather than let her find her own lover. Steven came with a seven star rating from the horniest bitch on the planet!

I woke up in the middle of the night to relieve myself. I was surprised that Tiff was not in bed. I went looking for her, hoping she was okay. As I walked past the guest bedroom, I thought I heard a faint moan. The door was open and I cautiously peeped in. I the dim light of the night lamp, I could make out her silhouette on the bed. Her moans were louder and I heard the soft whisper of her vibrator! She was pleasuring herself, instead of waking me up. I took a deep breath and calling out her name, went in. I switched the lights on and sat down by the bed.

I could tell that she was not happy about being bothered in the middle of her sexual journey.

I dropped my shorts and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw my erection. Without a word I climbed on the bed and spreading her thighs, eased my cock into her wet pussy.

She rewarded me with a deep sigh and a sensuous moan. As I was kissing her, she began to writhe under me. I knew what she wanted and slowly began to thrust my cock in and out.

"Johnny, if only you fucked me everyday, we could be the happiest couple in this world."

"I am sorry baby. I honestly want to fuck you every night but I find it difficult to keep up with you."

She fell silent and I began to thrust in and out furiously. Tiff's moans became loud and she whispered, "Oh yes, fuck me, please. I need your cock in my pussy every night, darling!"

Her moans and pleas aroused me to the point of orgasm and I came with a violent shudder and collapsed on her.

I knew she wasn't even half-way to her climax and was frustrated. All she said was, "I guess we are just not made for each other as far as sex is concerned. And next time, please don't bother me when I am playing with myself. I was about to come when you came in. You spoiled even that simple fun I was enjoying." With that she got up, walked back to our bedroom and soon fell asleep.

I felt like a creep. Not only did I not satisfy her, I also spoiled her solo session. I made up my mind. I was going to introduce Steven to my wife and let them decide how far they wanted to take it. I felt much better after that and soon was lost in slumber.

I told Mel at work the next day that I was ready to introduce Tiff and Steven.

"I am so happy for you, John. I know you'll be very happy with your decision. How do you plan on bringing them together?"

"I want you to introduce me and Steven. I don't care if you tell him I am looking for a fuck buddy for my wife. I will bring some photos of Tiff so that he'll know what she looks like."

"Okay, come over to my apartment tonight. Mike's on call so we can go over to Steven's place and talk."

It was around eight in the evening when Mel and I walked into Steven's apartment.

"Steven, I want you to meet a special friend of mine. This is John."

I was surprised to see how young Steven looked. And he was handsome in a rugged way that women would find irresistible. It was obvious that he worked out regularly – his chest and biceps more than proved it.

"Hi Steven, it's nice to meet you. Mel has nothing but praise when she talks about you."

Mel said, "I am going home. I will let you guys to talk."

As soon as she stepped out, Steven said, "John, Mel told me a little about what you are looking for. Please feel free to talk to me. Anything we discuss will remain between us. I know it's hard. Why don't we have some scotch? Maybe that'll help us ease into it."

I was grateful for the whiskey. I had already rehearsed what I was going to say. Brief and to the point, I decided.

"Steven, I am looking for a fuck-buddy for my wife. Mel says that you are a great lover. I was wondering if you'd like to meet my wife Tiffany." And even before he could reply, I pulled out a photo album and handed it to him."

As Steven quickly flipped through them, I noticed his brows frequently rise in appreciation. Tiff was no doubt gorgeous and some of the photos showed off her lovely assets. She did not look thirty four even in the latest photo I had taken a few months before.

He looked up, "She's gorgeous! Are you sure you won't regret this?"

"If you are able to satisfy her sexually, I will be deeply indebted to you. I love her and want her to be happy. I realize that I am not the kind of lover she needs in bed. But her strict upbringing and her love for me has kept her from leaving me or straying."

"Why do you think she'll accept me if she's so strong on morals?"

"I am not sure if she will accept you as a lover. But Mel advised me to place temptation in my wife's path and let nature take its course. And I want you to be that temptation. But if she responds, I want your attempts to be subtle. However, I want you to understand that if she decides to resist temptation, then you and I should forget that this discussion or this incident ever happened. Deal?"

He took my hand and shook it warmly. "Deal! Now, how do you want to proceed? I mean, do you want her to know that you set us up or do you want her to yield to temptation without your knowledge.

"What do you think, Steven? What would you prefer?"

"I would prefer to keep Tiffany in the dark about our deal, at least for now. That would be a great turn on for me. The intrigue will be intense, especially for her." 

"I can introduce you as my friend and you can hit on her without my knowledge or I could give you a heads up when she goes to the Mall or some other place to shop. It'll be a chance meeting."

"You have thought this through, haven't you? Do you have a script for me?" he joked.

"I need to know more about you to help set up the chance meeting. Do you have hobbies? Do you like gardening? Are you a good swimmer?"

"Yes, I used to be a life guard in my teen age days. And yes, I love gardening. Come with me." He stood up and went to the patio. There were several pots with flowering plants and bushes lined against the wall.

"Tiffany is passionate about gardening. She opens up to me more whenever I help her in the yard. We even end up making love after a hard day out in the yard!"

Steven said, "I wanted to get a house just so I can have a garden, but with my crazy schedule of work, I feel I should wait." He then motioned me to follow him and went into his bedroom. A huge fish tank stood against a wall, by the foot of his bed.

"That's my night time TV." He joked. "I love watching my fish before falling asleep. This is my most favorite past time."

"I think Tiffany will be more than ready for you when she knows about your two hobbies. Those two are her favorite hobbies as well."

"So what do you suggest?"

"I want you to meet her by 'by chance' at the pet store. Just talk to her like one fish lover to another when you are in the store. Be sure to talk to her about your huge fish tank. I know she is looking for an expert who can help her with salt water fish. She loves those huge colorful fishes."

"Wow, you should be in the movies man! Porno movies I mean." He laughed.

"Steven, one thing you have to remember. Treat her with respect. Her biggest turn off is when someone takes her for granted. Even if she behaves like a slut in bed, don't make her feel dirty afterward."

"Thanks. I will remember that. Any hint on her likes and dislikes in the bedroom?"

"Touch her shoulders and she's all yours. I love to eat her pussy and she enjoys that immensely. But more than that, she loves to suck my cock. Her only problem is I don't let her suck long enough. I can't hold back when she runs her tongue around my shaft and so I pull out quickly."

I could tell by the bulge in his shorts that he was getting turned on by all this.

I continued, "And that is the reason why I am setting you up with my wife. I don't last long after I thrust into her. I always sense her frustration but over the years we have learned to live with it. But lately it's obvious that she's yearning for more. I have heard that the urge for a woman to stray is when she's in her thirties. That's why I am trying to help her now."

"Okay, before we wrap up, do you expect a blow by blow report?"

"Not really, but keep me posted of how things are progressing or if you need any help from me to nudge her over the fence. I love her very much and not sure if I can handle intimate details. I want Tiffany to enjoy the forbidden fruit. She deserves it. And I will let you know if all this is helping to strengthen our relationship."

"From what you've told of her, she sounds like a great catch. Are you sure you won't regret bringing me and her together?"

"Steven, from what Mel had told me, I know I can trust you. Besides, but for the sex, my wife adores me and knows how much I adore her. In fact our life might turn for the better if her sexual needs are taken care of. So don't be disappointed if she doesn't agree to run away with you." I laughed.

""You are setting me up to fuck your gorgeous wife behind your back but it looks like I am the one envying you! That's crazy!"

"Just focus on driving my wife crazy with your cock. Nothing else matters, Steven."



Scene 2 Tiffany:

One week later

I was frustrated with John's clumsy attempts to fuck me and as he finally rolled off and fell asleep, I went to the guest bedroom and played with myself. Not very often does my mind wander with lust. But tonight I was ready to explode. I recalled the evening when I had danced with a stranger who came on strongly. John had refused to dance as usual, but had encouraged me to dance with other people in the club. He chose to sit and drink and admire the jean clad young apple bottom butts swaying on the dance floor. I had felt the stranger rubbing his cock on my thighs and cursed myself for getting turned on. My eyes gave away my reaction and he pressed hard for my consent. In a brief moment of weakness, I had allowed him to kiss me. The stranger had taken advantage of the crowded dance floor and brazenly fondled my breasts. I was ashamed but let his hands squeeze my breasts for a few moments. Encouraged, he had tried to slip his hands down my jeans and panties and that's when I had backed off before he could go any further.

Tonight I recalled that incident and re-lived those moments of passion that the stranger had ignited in me. If he walked into that room now I'd be willing to go all the way with him. My faith and morals would have to wait to hit me with guilt later. My soft smooth rubber vibrator slid in and out of my pussy as my mind imagined the stranger ramming his cock into me. I climaxed with a shudder but at last my tension and frustration seeped out of me.

I was surprised that I had let my lust dominate my mind. But the relief I felt made the guilt go away, at least for now. I blamed John for my condition. I was used to his poor performance in bed ever since our first night and had gradually adjusted myself to it. I stumbled upon the world of toys and from then on satisfied myself whenever John left me high and dry. But this past week he had been terrible. It was as if he was bent upon kindling my lust only to leave me frustrated.

He has all along been a caring loving husband. He anticipated all my other needs and was generous with his money. He had a huge income and he encouraged me to spend. I was not a spend thrift but did enjoy splurging once in a while. The sensual toys I bought were top of the line and the latest and were pretty expensive but I felt that I owed it to myself. Until tonight, it was the physical pleasure of the vibrating toys that sent me towards orgasms. Tonight had been different. For the first time, I involved my mind and fantasized situations. The stranger kept stoking the fire between my legs until I let him fuck me in my imagination. I wished I had kept the paper he had hastily scribbled his telephone number on before I had moved away from him.

I woke up as usual, watched John get ready and leave for work. He called out as he got in his car, "Honey, we are completely out of treats for Dart. Can you stop by Petsmart sometime today and get her some soft chewy treats?"

Dart was our pet Schnauzer. I was not surprised that he was so caring. That was his nature and that's what endeared him to me all these years.

"I have been meaning to go there to get a new circulation pump for the fish tank. I will add treats to my list. I have a hair appointment this afternoon, so I will go to Petsmart before noon."

As I watched him drive off, I felt that he was acting strange. He was not his usual self. The past week I noticed a change in him. He seemed to go out of his way to arouse me every night only to leave me frustrated with his selfishness. And uncharacteristically, he never once apologized for his poor performance. He used to fuss and fawn over me until I said it was okay and that we'll try again. But not these past few days! His behavior was odd and my tolerance was fading.

Scene 3 John:

After I hung up the phone, I called Steven and said, "Hi Steven, Tiffany will be going to Petsmart sometime this morning. Are you free to 'run' into her?"

"Of course, John! I have an appointment in the morning, but I can move it to the afternoon."

"You do remember what she looks like, right?"

"Of course I do. I will wait for her at the store and figure out a way to introduce myself. Thanks man."


Passionate Hobbies



"You're welcome and good luck!"

Scene 4 Tiffany:

I decided to forget my irritation and enjoy my shopping. I spent an hour in Calloways, picking up some rose bushes and then headed to Petsmart.

I went to the pet section and picked up a couple of bags of treats for Dart and then went over to the fish section. I picked up a pump and filter set, and although I was not planning to buy any more fish, I walked over to the tanks just to look at the colorful salt water fish.

I stood mesmerized, gazing at the fish swimming silently. I suddenly sensed someone standing right behind me. I turned around and almost jumped back. He was quite tall and very handsome. He was wearing sweats like he just came out of a gym. My eyes strayed to his wide chest and bulging biceps and lingered there for a second longer than necessary.

I was shocked that I was scrutinizing a complete stranger so intimately.

Before I could turn away, he smiled warmly and said, "Aren't they lovely?"

I nodded and smiled back.

"I have more than I need and I am fighting my urge to buy more." He said.

I was intrigued. "You have salt water fish at home?"

He nodded and said, "Yes. How about you?"

"I have a small fresh water tank. I don't think I am ready for the salt water fishes although I think they are adorable."

"It's not all that different or difficult." He extended his hand, "I am Steven."

"Hi, I am Tiffany. Nice to meet you, Steven." His handshake was firm and he squeezed my hand a little before letting it go.

A tingle ran through my body and before I could recover from that masculine grip, I felt his eyes take my body in. He was openly admiring my curves, letting his eyes roam over my breasts and my hips, making me blush. Normally, I would have been offended by such rudeness, but today I was amused and slightly aroused! My body hugging thin white top with its plunging neckline was barely able to hide my breasts. And when I felt his eyes on my thighs I wished I hadn't worn my tight jean shorts.

Steven beckoned me to come closer to one of the fish tanks and started talking to me about the fish. I was so fascinated with his knowledge that I listened to him with rapt attention. At one point we were standing so close to each other that his hands accidentally brushed my shoulders, twice. He murmured an apology both times and moved away a bit. But lost in our discussion, we seemed to come closer again. I did notice that his eyes again strayed to my breasts and I was sure he had seen the reaction my nipples had to his touch. I visibly blushed.

H said softly, "They are lovely!" It took me a moment to realize he was admiring my breasts, not the fish. I knew I should move away and get on with my task but something about this handsome young man held me rooted to the spot. And I was beginning to get a familiar tingling between my legs. I cursed my husband for arousing me and leaving me high and dry last night and blamed my reaction on him.

"And they are big," He added with a wink and a sexy smile.

Without realizing what I was doing I looked down at his crotch and saw a small swell there. He caught me staring at his cock and I felt my face burn.

"I would like to show off my colorful fish to you. And I would like to get to know you better. Would you like to come to my apartment?"

My heart was beating fast. I knew it was definitely time for me to move away. But a little devil in me whispered, 'You threw away a chance I once gave you. Don't miss another opportunity I am giving you.'

I hesitated, "Maybe some other time. I have a hair appointment this afternoon." I was aghast that I was giving him an excuse for not going with someone who I had just met. 

"Sure, you're welcome anytime. Call me on my cell phone whenever you are ready, Tiffany." And he pulled out his wallet and handed me a business card.

'Ready for what?' my mind was racing.

I looked at the design on the card. It had a picture of a fish tank with all sorts of colorful fish on it. I am not sure why I did it, but I memorized his cell phone number. "Is this the fish tank you were talking about?"

He nodded, "You should come and see them."

I finally blurted out what I should have said all along – let him know I was married. "I will ask my husband if he'll take me to your place this evening after he gets back from work."

"I am glad that your husband and you are passionate about the same hobby. It rarely happens. My ex-wife hated every one of my hobbies. Now that I am single, I do as I damn please."

The warning bells were loud now but I chose to ignore it. I hastily corrected him, "No, he is not into it at all. It's just that I am not comfortable driving to new places and so I make him drive me around."

"If he's not into it, I guess he'll be bored and will not let you really enjoy the serenity this hobby brings. If you don't mind I can pick you up and drop you back."

This was getting out of hand. And the tingle between my legs was turning into a delicious pain. I stole another look in the direction of his crotch and was shocked to see how huge the bulge had become. I wondered how long he had been without relief since he said he was single. 'Damn you, John.' I blamed my husband for my dirty thoughts and reckless behavior. He saw where my eyes were and quickly moved behind me.

I was close to the tank now and he stood directly behind me and was pointing at something in the tank. He whispered in my ears, "Tiffany, cancel the hair appointment and come with me. I promise you you'll not be disappointed. And I will bring you back home before your husband gets there." I was shocked when I felt his hard cock on my ass and he pressed harder when I pushed back against him. I was glad that it was noon and we were the only customers in the shop. Even the staff members were not in sight.

I sounded like I was pleading, "Please Steven, don't rush me. I do really want to come with you but let me think about it. Give me some time. I have your number. I will call when I am ready."

"I can tell that you're ready right now. Why fight it?"

His cock was snuggling against my ass. I spread my legs a bit and felt his heat on my thighs.

He continued, "Have you and your husband made love while watching the fish swim around?"

I felt like I was cornered. My response would decide what happened next. And I was surprised how easily he was able to push my buttons. It was as if he had known me a long time. "No. My tank is in my living room." I pretended to laugh but my voice had turned to sensuous whisper.

"Move the tank to your bedroom temporarily. Since he's not interested in fish, make him lie flat on his back and you stride him, sitting facing your tank. You'll be surprised at how long you can ride him when watching the mesmerizing movements of these silent creatures."

By now I was beyond being shocked at how our conversation was progressing. And I was dangerously close to an orgasm. He was just talking and occasionally rubbing his cock on me and here I was ready to come.

I knew I should keep my mouth shut and so I just laughed.

He said, "It's not funny. Try it before judging."

I said hastily, "No, I am sure I will love it. It's just that you can keep at it only if both partners were ready for it. My striding him will be of no use if he cannot keep up with me. He kind of fades rather quickly." I couldn't believe I said that out loud.

"Is there a problem, Tiffany?" his voice sounded concerned.

I suddenly thought of putting an end to this madness. "Steve, I have to go. I promise to call you sometime. It was nice meeting you."

I headed towards the counter and Steve followed me casually. The store manager walked past me and we smiled at each other. Then I heard him talk to Steve.

"Hi Steve, haven't seen in you in a while. How's business? And how are your colorful fishes?"

"Hey man, business has been good and my silent companions are doing great."

They stood talking while I quickly paid for my purchase and walked out the door. He walked out with me and held the car door open for me. I slid behind the wheel but was conscious of my legs as the shorts rode up. He stood there, holding the door open and was staring down my cleavage. 

I couldn't help staring at his cock that was very close to my face since I was sitting and he was standing between the door and me.

Steven glance at the back seat of my car and asked, "Are they Rose bushes?"

"Yes, they are special plants that resist diseases. They have to be planted in a certain way though."

"I love Roses. I have a few potted plants in my apartment but I miss my back yard. I always enjoyed planting fine bushes and watch them grow and blossom."

I couldn't believe that he and I shared a passion for another hobby. "I have a yard full of all kinds of Roses and Jasmines. If my husband is in the right mood, he'll help me around in the yard. Otherwise, I do what I can. I am not good at tilling the soil or digging deep holes."

"I will be happy to help you out. I miss the tilling and digging. And maybe you can help me pick the right kind of Roses."

His cock was actually rubbing against my arm and I had this insane urge to lean forward and take it in my mouth. I love sucking cock, especially if they were big. Oh well.

"It looks like we are discovering that there are several things we can help each other with." I said softly and immediately regretted saying that.

"Tiffany, I am sure this chance meeting was meant to be. I am certain there are other passions we both have that we can help each other with. I don't mean to be rude or offensive, but I can already tell that you have unfulfilled desires but your conscience is not allowing you to let go of your beliefs and satisfy those cravings."

I was silent for a few minutes. "Is it that obvious?"

"I don't want you to feel bad about it. Many people are in such situations but they let opportunities slip by and regret it later."

Gosh, was he reading my mind?

"Think about it and when you are ready, call me. I have been single for more than a year now. I don't miss the bitch, but she was hot and a slut in bed and I do miss the action."

I felt my heart hammering against my chest. Maybe the fact that the store manager knew him personally made him less of a 'total stranger'. Not sure why but I suddenly let my guard down completely.

"Steve, I will call you. I do love my husband but you're right. I am on the verge of a physiological breakdown since he arouses me but doesn't satisfy me. I am heavily dependent on my toys but the relief they provide lasts only a short time. I know I need help but I don't want to hurt him. He adores me and trusts me absolutely. I don't want to rush into anything that'll end up hurting all of us. Can you give me some time to think?"

"I want to assure you I am not looking for a relationship. I won't rock your secured life. I just want to have fun with you. You and I seem to have many passions that can be explored together."

"Steve, much as I am tempted, I have to think. I don't want to hurt my husband. Despite his lack of libido, I truly love him and I know I am the reason for his existence."

"I will give you time if you agree to do something now."

I didn't quite understand him, "What should I do?"

I am going to get in the car and I want you to fondle my cock." His eyes bored into mine.

I was shocked and said, "That is not fair. I just told you to give me some time."

"I need assurance that you'll eventually cross the line. I fear that your morals and love for your husband will triumph over your lust. For all I know you may be leading me on forever and my wait will be in vain. And my cock needs a pussy!"

I could see his point. And I knew I had reached a stage in my life where it was time to make a conscious decision about what I wanted to do with my sexual longings. I could either drive away from Steven and the temptation he was dangling before me, and suffer forever a sexless life with the man I love, or surrender to my craving for sex and face the consequences. It was a difficult choice to make and Steven didn't look like he was going to back off from his ultimatum.

I remembered the night I had danced with a stranger and how turned on I was with his fondling and rubbing. I recalled how I had longed to be in the arms of that stranger last night, wishing I had not thrown his phone number away. I looked at Steven and a lump formed in my throat. He was so young and handsome. If I drove off now I knew I would never see him again.

He continued, "Imagine striding my cock while watching the fish! And I last a lot longer than your husband. You can fuck me as long as it takes for you to climax.

The visual he planted in my head did it. I knew I would be a fool to throw this second chance away.

I said softly, "Get in the car Steven."

He bounded around the car like an eager puppy and was in the passenger seat before I could blink. We sat there in awkward silence for a few moments before I gathered enough courage and gently extended my right towards the bulge in his sweat pants. He leaned back in the seat and stretched as my fingers covered his throbbing member. I felt a shiver of pleasure rush through my body and I gently stroked his cock over the pants.

"Are you now convinced I am ready to cheat on my husband?"

He leaned forward, took my face in his hands and kissed me on my lips. I responded by pulling him towards me and slipped my tongue in his mouth and began to savor the sweet sensation.

He let go of my face and said softly, "Tiffany, I promise to help your married life blossom. Don't ask me how. Just trust me. Give your heart to your husband and surrender your body to me. You'll enjoy the best of both worlds." With that he stepped out of the car and walked towards his. 

I was in no mood to get my hair cut and so called and cancelled my appointment. I decided to soak myself in my Jacuzzi. The hot perfumed clouds of steam helped me relax and I laid my head on the soft bath pillow along the edge of the tub and closed my eyes. My thoughts went to Steven and the feel of his hard cock in my soft hands. I began to feel a throbbing in my pussy. I leaned over to the side where I had left my rubber dicky and my cell phone. I gently played with rubber cock on my pussy and imagined it was Steven's cock. I couldn't stand it anymore and quickly picked up my cell phone and pushed his number. He answered after a couple of rings

"Steven, this is Tiffany. Are you working? Can you talk?"

"Can I call you back? I am wrapping up a deal and should be in my car in a few minutes."

I waited for his call with a thudding heart. I was not sure what I was going to say but I need to hear his voice. He called five minutes later.

"I am sorry. That was a big deal I have been working on and they just signed the agreement. I had added an extra twenty percent, giving room for bargaining but they approved my quote just as it was. I think you are my lucky charm, Tiffany."

"I am happy for you Steven."

"Well, can I stop by and pick you up on my way home?"

"Why don't you talk to me first? Tell me about yourself and let's get to know each other."

"Let's take turns. What would you like to know?"

"What is a day in your life like?"

He laughed, "I specialize in installing and maintaining air conditioning equipment for homes and offices. Not very interesting but brings in good money. But the best part is the freedom I have in choosing my own working hours. So if you want me to come over, I can." He continued, "Now it's my turn. What's your husband's name? What does he do for a living? How long have you been married?"

"His name's John. I will be thirty four next month. He is thirty six. We have been married almost ten years now. He is an executive in a software firm. He makes enough and so I am able to stay at home."

"How old are you Steven? And why did you divorce your wife?"

"I am twenty seven and we were married for three years. I wasn't making much money in the beginning and so she couldn't spend as much as she wanted. She made my life a living hell because I was working long hours and not making enough. She didn't understand that it was the way businesses worked in the beginning. I was crazy about her because she was gorgeous and turned into a slut in bed. Just like I like it. I borrowed heavily on my credit cards just to keep her happy, while busting my butt off working day and night, developing my business. Despite my bending over backwards to please her, she decided to leave me. She found a rich dude and left me knee deep in debt."

He paused and asked, "Tell me what a night in your life is like?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to speak ill of my husband but he had to know why I was craving for sex outside of my marriage.

"A typical night in my life starts with my John making love to me. By the time I am aroused he climaxes and has never made a second attempt to please me. The only thing he is really good at is in eating m pussy. He can go on for hours but my longing for a hard cock increases as he keeps at it. I love to suck his cock but before he is even inside my mouth he spurts his juice, many a time on my face. Finally I started playing with myself and have amassed a huge collection of sex toys. After he's done his pathetic love making, I slink off to our guest bedroom where I keep my toys and find relief with my own fingers and vibrators."

"I think that's enough of introductions for one day. Let's get together and fuck!" I was shocked at the way he said it but it aroused a need in me that I have been keeping bottled inside for a long, long time.

I whispered, "Come and get me, Steven. I will go with you. I want you to fuck me while I watch your fish."

"Tell me where you live and I will be there right away." I gave him directions before hanging up the phone.

I quickly showered, put on a tight fitting jeans and a red tank top. By the time I was done drying my hair, I heard the door bell ring."

He came in and we kissed. His hands were all over me and I could tell he was turned on by my freshness from the bath and kept whispering how lovely I was.

"Let's go Steven. It's two o'clock now. You need to bring me back by five."



Scene 5 Tiffany:

We drove in silence to his apartment. As soon as we were inside, he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. I stared at its size. I knew it had to be big when I had wrapped my fingers around his cock over his sweats but seeing it in the flesh, I felt my pussy turn wet and slippery with my juice.

"I want you to suck my cock till you have had enough, Tiffany. I can tell that's one of your favorite desires and I assure you I will not come until you get tired of it."

I didn't know how he had sensed that but I didn't care. He sat down on the couch and helped me out of my jeans and top. He smiled when he saw that I wasn't wearing any under garments. His fingers grazed by pussy and when he felt the wetness, he pushed two fingers into my soaking pussy. I moaned loudly and stood there with one leg on the couch, his fingers pumping in and out of me.

He reached over and gently pushed me to me knees and I eagerly kissed his cock. He sighed and relaxed as I began to lick his shaft and soon I had it inside my mouth. He let me suck him in and out of my mouth. My pussy was quivering with excitement. I had never enjoyed such bliss before. By the first stroke of my tongue John would have come. Steven was true to his word. He began to slowly fuck my mouth and I was delirious. I did not feel any shame as he abused my mouth and pushed deeper down my throat. I gagged initially, being unaccustomed to being deep throated. But I quickly recovered and Steven began to pump faster. My heart raced in anticipation of his climax. He slowed down and gently pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him, wondering why he was stopping now.




Passionate Hobbies



"Tiffany, I don't want to come in your mouth yet. I really want to fuck you and come inside your pussy. But before that I want to taste your pussy."

He made me lie down on the couch, with my legs spread wide. I felt his tongue gently lick my moist folds. My moans seemed to egg him on and he buried his face between my thighs. He began to slide his tongue deeper into my very being and I shuddered as my first orgasm hit me.

Steven finally pulled away and gently thrust his throbbing cock into my slippery pussy. I felt his huge hardness easily slip into my pussy and as he thrust in, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him to me. I kept kissing his face and nibbling his ears.

Steven began to pound his cock into me and I kept raising my hips to meet him half way through. To be honest it was like I was having sex for the first time after my marriage. I said to myself, 'Fuck you, John. I am behaving like a slut because you wouldn't treat me like one. A total stranger that I met just this morning is fucking me and I am behaving like a bitch in heat.'

I was amazed at Steven's stamina. He kept pumping non stop and by the time he was ready to explode, I had had four orgasms. I almost had forgotten what a rock hard cock felt like inside my pussy. We lay there exhausted and held on to each other tightly.

It was close to four when I looked at the clock.

"We need to leave soon Steven. My husband will be back by five."

"It'll only take me twenty minutes to drive you home. I want you to suck my cock again. Your mouth feels amazing around my cock. And the thing you do with your tongue drives my up the wall!"

I readily obliged and went to work on his cock. I licked and tormented him with my lips and tongue and he squirmed with delight. When he finally came, I swallowed every drop he spent in my mouth. I licked his cock clean and felt happy that I finally had my fill of sucking a huge cock.

As we drove back, I said, "Steven, I never got to see the fish!"

He laughed, "Fuck the fish, Tiffany. You can always use that as an excuse to come back."

He dropped me just before five and I rushed inside to take a shower and brush my teeth. When John came home, I was all over him. He was happy to see me back to normal. That night he fucked me, no better than before, but I just cuddled up to him and whispered, "Don't worry darling. I am sure tomorrow it'll be better."

I didn't need my vibrator that night. And strangely, I didn't feel guilty about what I had done. The emotional and sexual relief I felt when Steven made love to me, or should I say 'when Steve fucked me', was still keeping me warm and moist between my legs. I knew guilt would hit me sooner or later. I wasn't going to run away from it, but I wasn't going to go looking for it either. I slept soundly for the first time in months.

Scene 6 Tiffany:

The next morning John said, "I have to go to New York for a week. I will leave next Sunday. I hope you don't mind being by yourself for a whole week. Or would you like to go with me?"

"Darling, I will be alright. I want you to focus on your work and not worry about me. And I meant to tell you. I met this wonderful young man at the pet store yesterday. He shares many of my passions. He has promised to help me set up a salt water fish tank. And he has promised to help me replant the flower bed in our front yard and re-do the backyard. So that should keep me very busy."

"What's his name? Do I know him?"

"His name is Steven. He doesn't live around here. I don't think you know him."

"Just be careful who you let into the house. There are some weird ones out there."

"I thought about it too. The manager at the pet store seemed to know him well. That's why I feel comfortable about asking for his help. I also know that he owns a business and got a little history from his web site."

"Sounds like you have done some research already."

"Yes and I have a feeling that you both might hit it off as well."

"Really? How old is he?"

"From his looks, he cannot be over thirty, late twenties maybe. And quite good looking too!"

"Are you trying to make me jealous?"

"No, but for some weird reason I wanted you to know that he is young and handsome."

"Why?"

"He and I share a lot of hobbies. I think he'll be a good friend to have and we might end up spending a lot of time together. I don't want you to be jealous."

"Tiffany, you are my universe. I know how passionate you are about your hobbies and if you find someone who shares those passions, that would make me very happy, not jealous. I am glad that he'll keep you from getting bored. I was worried about leaving you by yourself."

"I am planning on keeping him busy. He says he loves to dig and plant. I am going to make him sweat and test his endurance. By the time you get back from New York, our backyard should look like a resort."

He took me in his arms and kissed me. One thing I have to say. My husband is a great kisser! He knows how to use his lips, tongue and teeth to arouse a woman. I just wish he had the same prowess with his cock! I sighed and gave in to his passionate kiss.  

Releasing my lips from his, he looked into my eyes and said, "Tiffany, I don't know why I feel this way. But last night I sensed a new kind of excitement in you. Something I used to sense in you back when we were dating. A spark that had gone out of your eyes seems to be back again. And I love it. I know I am not a stud in bed. It is not that I don't want to. It's because I am not able to, I am ashamed to admit. And this past week I have been totally inconsiderate. If there is a way to fix the issue of sexual incompatibility between us, I would gladly do it."

I was stunned! It was as if he could sense what was going on. "I am sorry John if I behave like a sex starved slut. I love you and don't ever want to hurt you. Since I turned thirty, my sexual desires have been going out of control. You do know that I have been buying lots of sophisticated toys to keep me entertained."

"Yes, I do. As soon as I am done with my pathetic attempts at love making, you sneak into the guest room and play with yourself. I used to feel relieved that you found a way to get the relief you needed. But I often feel that you deserve better. I even have thought about placing an online ad for a secret lover for you."

I knew the time had come to come clean. But I didn't know how he'd take it. So I laid my head on his shoulder and whispered, "You'd do that for me?'

"Of course I would. In fact I did chat up with some guys online but they turned out to be freaks. They thought I was a cuckold or a pimp. I decided that it was not safe to go that route."

"You would let some strange man fuck me?" My voice was trembling.

"I would if I knew he was satisfying your needs not just his. And that he was safe. You know, a decent, healthy guy."

I tightened my arms around his wait. "John, I am so touched by your concern for my satisfaction. Promise me you'll never leave me even if I behaved bad."

"Leave you? I won't let you go even if I caught you behaving bad."

"If you promise not to ask any questions, I will tell you something."

"I promise." He said solemnly.

"I want you to stop looking for a stud for me. Why don't you let me find one myself? That way there will be no embarrassment for you. He doesn't have to know that I have your permission."

"Do I get to approve?"

"Let's put it this way. Your concern is about my safety and my sexual satisfaction. I want you to allow me to look around first. I think it'll be fun to just shop for potential lovers."

"I wouldn't advise online sites." He cautioned.

"There are some really good sites out there. You have to actually reveal your true identity before you can become a member."

He looked surprised, "You have been shopping online too?"

"No, not for secret lovers! But whenever I shop for sex toys, I come across sites that claim to be safe because no member is anonymous. One has to be bold but honest to use those sites. But don't worry. That's not the route I am going to take. But I want you to trust my ability to find the right man myself."

He looked at me strangely, "Alright. I will. But will you keep me posted?"

"I am not going to give you all the dirty details but you'll sense a huge difference in me when I do meet and mate the right stud. Do we have a deal?"

"So I will know only after the fact?"

"Yes! I want to be sure it is the right one. I am not looking for variety. I need quality and quantity from the same person."

"Will I get to meet him?"

"Eventually, yes."

"Do you have someone in mind already?"

"You promised 'no questions', remember?"

He smiled, "You sly little witch!"

"Or maybe I am just a horny little bitch!"

He laughed out loud, "Enjoy but keep me in the loop. I do respect your maturity but please, please be safe. I couldn't live without you." I had a lump in my throat and my eyes turned moist.

I raised my lips to his and soon was lost in the most deliciously arousing kiss from my loving husband.

Scene 7 Tiffany:



Shortly after John left for work, Steven called, "Tiffany, I had a wonderful time yesterday. I am busy all morning, but could I stop by your place around 2 o'clock this afternoon?"

My body was reacting to his words in a way I had never felt before. "I can't wait to see you either, Steve."

John called me around 10 o'clock from his office, "What are you doing, honey?"

"Shaving my pussy for my lover!" I giggled.

He groaned. "So how do you plan on going about it?"

"About what? Shaving my pussy?" I asked innocently.

"Don't toy with me, you bitch. I meant, searching for a lover!"

I warmed up. I didn't think I would enjoy being called a bitch. But I found myself getting turned on.

"Oh that? I already did."

"What? So soon?"

"I think I am going to seduce Steven this afternoon."

"Steven?"

"Yes. Wasn't it obvious?" I waited to know his reaction.

"Come to think of it, it was! I am so happy for you, darling. Hope he turns out to be the one to tame you. I have to go now. Fill me in tonight."

"Of course I will, my darling. More than you ever want to know."

My sense of guilt was absolutely gone. My freshly shaved pussy was tingling with anticipation. I wrapped myself in a soft white beach towel, wearing absolutely nothing underneath. And I waited eagerly for my lover to arrive.