0 comments/ 28401 views/ 0 favorites Strangers Ch. 01 By: thebadinus In new relationships women and men tend to get asked about their fantasies by their partners who are so eager to please them and become their fantasy partner. That's usually when the lying begins. I'm sure most people, like myself, have a fantasy they would never tell their partner, for the simple fact that is does not include their partner and they don't want to hurt their feelings. Or in my case, whenever I have been asked, I draw a blank. I could sit and think of different scenarios, lets say perhaps an actor or being with more than one person at a time, but those all seem pretty lame to be considered a true fantasy. To be completely honest, I wasn't even sure if I had a fantasy, until it came true. Then I could think back at dreams I've had and encounters I've thought about and yes, I had a fantasy, I wanted to have sex with strangers. Luckily, for the past few years I have been in a relationship with a very open minded, funny, easy going guy who has been a swinger for many years and has brought me into the lifestyle with him. He loves to watch me get fucked by other men, especially black men. Being in the lifestyle I have met many people that have become good friends, and yes, that I fuck. It's all good being able to have a variety of cock to play with as well as being able to play with their sweet wives. There's a group of us that hang out at swing clubs, and being in Southern California we have quite a few to choose from. Five of them are less than 20 miles from us which makes it really nice for our long late nights and just a short drive home. There was one weekend where my man, Bob, was out of town. I decided not to stay in just because he was gone. I went to a club and met up with some friends. We went upstairs to play and that's when my fantasy came true. Until that night, I had only "played" with people I knew. Upstairs with my friends, we were having a good time. We had put Jonathan up on the St. Andrews cross with handcuffs and Samantha and I were giving him a great blow job. Then we moved over to the love swing that was hanging from the ceiling. Samantha was first. Jonathan was able to pound her pretty good in that thing while I took care of her top half, kissing her and playing with her nipples. A short while later, it was my turn in the swing. That's when my fantasy began. I was in the swing and Jonathan was doing well at making me feel good. Samantha was rubbing her hands all over me and kissing me so sensuously. I was consumed in her kiss and then I realized that all of a sudden there were more than just her hands caressing me. Jonathan had my thighs in his hands, so I knew they weren't his hands. I opened my eyes and there was an older Mexican couple that had been making love in a corner earlier, and they were both caressing me. They smiled when I looked at them. Never in a million years did I ever think that I could get turned on by an older couple I didn't ever know, but for some reason, it excited me so much. It was exciting having that many hands caressing me softly and playing with my nipples. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it completely. After the swing, the couple went back to their corner to satisfy each other and Jonathan, Samantha and I made our way to another mattress by the door. I noticed we had an observer in the doorway that had been making eye contact with me quite a few times while we were downstairs earlier. I hadn't talked to him or anything, I just kept catching him looking at me. Right then, it excited me that he came to watch me get fucked. Jonathan made sure the guy in the doorway got a good show with him fucking me, then he moved on to his wife and I was laying there alone. I could have played with them while they were fucking, but the guy in the doorway held my attention. He was about 5'11" with short hair that was light brown. Kind of husky, not fat. I could see the hard on in his pants and I wanted to feel it. I was laying on my back, my shirt was off, my skirt around the middle of my waist and my garter belt, black stocking and strapy heels were still on but my panties were missing. I was touching myself with him watching. With my other hand I called him over with my one finger without speaking. He came to the edge of the mattress and pulled down his pants to reveal the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was long, but not too long, but the girth was incredible. I thought Bobs cock was thick, but it didn't compare to this. I wrapped my hand around it and my fingers couldn't touch. I began stroking him and noticed a drop of precum on the tip. I love the taste of precum. When I saw it, I had to taste this huge monster cock. I put it in my mouth and began to suck, cherishing the flavor and trying to coax more out. The cock was so huge, I could hardly fit it in my mouth, but it fit good enough to get the full flavor. More precum. I wanted more. I sucked and worked that cock until I got more. I felt another set of hands rubbing my thigh while I suck his cock. He seemed to be getting close to orgasm, but I wanted to feel that monster cock in my pussy. I stopped sucking. Samantha whispered to me to make sure he wore a condom because I didn't know him, so I asked him to put one on. He didn't have one with him. Much to my dismay, he didn't have one with him and he had to go find one. When he left, I realized that the hands on my thigh belonged to someone else who had been touching me and stroking his cock while I was sucking the monster cock. He was ready with a condom and when he realized monster cock didn't have one, he put his on and promptly filled my pussy with it. He worked me good while I was laying on my back staring up at his nice chest, rubbing his body and grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper inside of me. Monster cock came back, I'm not sure if he found a condom or not, but his cock was out again and he was stroking it watching me get fucked by the guy with the nice body. I grabbed the monster cock and put it back in my mouth so I could taste it again. It was incredible to have a cock working my pussy and a delicious cock in my mouth at the same time. I have done this before with my friends, but never two guys I didn't know. This was exciting. Every nerve was set on fire each time I was touched. I wanted cock, anybody's cock. In the back ground I could hear someone talking down the hall, and my monster cock pulled back and said he was sorry, but he had to go. I was so disappointed. I wanted his cock in my pussy more than anything. I knew he would stretch it and fill me up like no one had before. "Next time," I thought to myself. For now, I still had a hard cock working my wet pussy and it felt wonderful. I rubbed that gorgeous chest and told the owner to come for me. I begged, "Please come for me". I wanted to feel him pulsating inside of me as he shot his load. He started pumping harder and faster and his cock was rubbing my pussy just right. I started to moan from utter pleasure and just then we both stiffened up for a mind blowing orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsing and pumping as my pussy grabbed and sucked his cock. We lay there for a few moments catching our breaths and then separated. I sat up on the bed and he sat at the edge. For the first time, I saw this mans face. He was young, about 10 years younger than me, I would guess. He was very nice looking, not just the chest and the body, but the whole package. For an awkward moment, we just sat and didn't say anything. He reached his hand out to shake mine and said "Hi, I'm Jake." ....Till the next chapter ;) Strangers Ch. 01 Jennifer stood in the changing room in front of a large, floor length mirror, critically eyeing herself. Wearing nothing but a pair of delicate lace panties and a matching bra that neither covered nor offered support, but made her look damned sexy, she gnawed on her lower lip in agony. This set of lingerie, which made her look like a goddess in lace, cost almost a thousand dollars. That was the money for two months rent. That was a lot of food. That was a whole closet full of regular clothes. Buying this lingerie, Jennifer thought sadly, was just plain irresponsible. She was a secretary, living with her boyfriend in a small apartment in the city. She couldn't afford this. No matter how good it looked on her. She shouldn't have entered this boutique to begin with, she knew. But it had opened just recently and everyone at her workplace had gushed about the fancy designer articles that were offered. "Damn," she murmured and decided not to buy it. Turning around, she pulled the curtain back just a few inches, looking around for one of the employees. She found one, emerging from the back of the store. "Excuse me, could you help me for a second? I've decided against this. Could you bring me one of the plain black bras that are currently on sale?" The man, wearing black slacks and a black shirt with a dark grey jacket, looked momentarily confused before nodding with a smile. "Sure." He grabbed the first black bra on the shelf, not caring for the size. "You've done this before, right? Helping women in underwear?" She was slightly nervous, having hoped there would be a woman to help her out. But then again, this was the year 2013 and why shouldn't men work at lingerie stores. Jennifer smiled shyly. The guy nodded reassuringly. "Call me Mike. And yes, I've undressed countless women before." Jennifer was relieved. "Well, then. Come in." She pulled the curtain back to grant him entrance. "Could you help me with the clasp of the bra? The material is so flimsy, I don't want to tear it." If it ripped, she might be forced to buy it after all. "Absolutely." Mike stepped behind her, fumbled with the clasp for a second, then had it opened. "How come you don't want this?" His thumbs brushed the straps off her shoulder without so much as asking for her approval. Jennifer yielded to his actions and after a moment of hesitation let him drop the bra to the floor. His eyes were roaming her unabashedly. And he was waiting for an answer. Feeling insecure and vulnerable, she crossed her arms. "It is, um, pretty expensive. Rent is more important than lingerie," she joked, desperate in her attempt to lighten this intensely erotic moment up. Who knew being naked in front of a stranger would have such an unsettling effect on her nerves! "If you wore this, men would gladly pay the rent for you," Mike noted, and reached next to him to grab the 'for sale' bra. He didn't offer it to her, but simply went ahead and put it on her. It was a strapless one. After the clasp was closed, he let his hands wander to her front, brushing her skin ever so slightly. "May I?" Jennifer was about to adjust the cups when Mike's hands took over. Both thumbs slipped into the bra, his nails grazing her erect nipples. She shivered involuntarily. "Apologies." His voice was raspy and Jennifer was sure to have felt his erection brush against her back a couple of times. She stepped forward, away from him. She glanced at him via the mirror. His eyes were dark, his lids heavy. If there ever was a perfect example of bedroom eyes, this was it. It flustered her. "Good guess with the size," she remarked, just to break the silence. "How much does this one cost?" Her question was a futile attempt to remind him, and herself, that this was a store and she his client. He smiled remorsefully. "I need to check, I'm afraid. The tag is inside." Without asking, he undid the bra, baring her so suddenly that she had no chance to stop him. Instead of looking at the price, however, his eyes settled on her fully exposed chest. Her nipples were achingly erect. Damn him for doing this to her, she fretted inwardly. She wasn't used to this kind of physical reaction towards men. It certainly never happened when she undressed in front of her boyfriend. Mike finally checked the price. "Twenty bucks. But I'd still go for the lingerie set if I were you. You look absolutely ravishing in it." Jennifer actually blushed. "Well...uh...thanks." She was acutely aware that she was still topless, wearing nothing but see-through panties. And above all, she felt a traitorous wetness building between her legs, which was clearly seeping into those damned panties' material. How embarrassing! She tried to recall the current balance of her credit card. Now that she 'stained' the panties, she felt obliged to buy them after all. But her thoughts were disrupted by Mike, whose hands settled low on her hips. Unaware to her, he'd stepped closer. His undeniable erection pushed against her butt, while his fingertips edged along the seam of that cursed piece of overpriced lingerie. She gulped heavily. "What are you doing?" Her voice was strained. Hoarse. Aroused. "Just look how excellent this material adjusts to your figure. Like a second skin," he pointed out, his lips dangerously close to her nape. Her eyes began to flutter. His right hand dared moving even further, right across her damp core. A single finger curled ever so slightly, tickling her. She moaned unwillingly. "So tight," Mike hushed. She nodded jerkily. His other hand had ventured across her belly, upwards, almost unbeknownst to her, for Jennifer was utterly focused on what he was doing between her legs. But then his thumb brushed a perked nipple. Just once. It was all she needed to give in completely. Practically dropping backwards against him, she arched when the curling finger slipped under the material, finding her engorged clitoris. He flicked it once, twice. She buckled in his arms. Then he pressed down on it and she all but called out his name. A fiery yearning for more had fully clouded her better judgment. Without hesitation she wedged one arm between them, fumbling with his zipper. Finally she had it undone. Her hand grabbed him through his underwear, then she felt his skin, hot and steeled, throbbing and alive with the same desire that pulsated through her. "So big," she murmured, stroking up and down. She let her thumb touch the crest on the tip. He growled deeply. At this point she was so far gone, she wouldn't have cared if an audience was looking on. "Fuck me," Jennifer begged shamelessly. "Fuck me hard!" She positioned him at her entrance and he pushed in, in one swift motion. He paused for a second, then pulled out slowly, only to thrust in again, deeper this time. He was bigger than her boyfriend. She had never found size a matter before. But now? Mike was so big, so large, so fulfilling. "More," she pleaded, leaning forward to find support by pressing her hands against the mirror. He gripped her hips firmly, almost ramming into her, again and again, over and over. "Fuck yeah!" "You're so fucking tight," he panted, "so tight. Take me, take all of me." He went even deeper. Drops of sweat were building on his forehead and on her back. How long had it been since she'd been fucked real good? Too long, she realized. This was pure sex; a dirty, exhilarating fuck. "Arrgghhh!" Mike groaned, not slowing down, but going faster and harder. "Yes, yes, ahhhhh!" She was so damn close! Then he pulled her body flush against his, shoved her forward, flush against the mirror. The cold glass was a stark contrast against her overheated skin. Jennifer almost fainted in bliss. Her breasts were squashed against the mirror, flattened, raw from his manipulations. "AHHHH!" She had forgotten where she was, or otherwise she would not have yelled so loud. But her orgasm overpowered her. And when she felt him spill his seed deep inside her, she felt an unrivaled sense of pure female pride. She'd made him fuck her in a goddamned changing room, for God's sake. That man had wanted her. Her. And boy, had she wanted him. Jennifer grasped for air when Mike pulled out of her. She leaned against the mirror, resting her forehead against the cold glass to cool down. "That was..." "Fucking awesome," he volunteered. Both laughed in a state of blissful happiness. "I'm Jennifer, by the way." She felt like a slut, having to introduce herself after she had fucked him. Then, suddenly, the curtain of the changing room was pulled open and Jennifer scrambled to grab her dress and put it on. "Excuse me," she snapped at the woman who had interrupted their intimate moment. "Could you wait outside?!" Mike said nothing, but put himself back into his pants, avoiding eye contact with the other person. The other person was all but polite, sternly pointing out, "you've disrupted the business in this store in a most inappropriate manner. Please get dressed right now and leave the building. You're prohibited from ever shopping here again. The same goes for you, sir. Please, hurry." Jennifer was deeply humiliated. She buttoned her dress, put her own underwear into her purse and left without so much as a goodbye for the man whom she'd just fucked. Outside she flagged down a cab and didn't look back. She had never felt so...lewd. His cum was still leaking from her as she crossed her legs and instructed the driver to take her home. How could she possibly explain what had happened to her boyfriend, she wondered... Strangers Ch. 02 As my car pulled away from the curb, I turned to the beautiful creature next to me and folded her into my arms again. I couldn't believe how lucky I'd gotten -- and snorted to myself at the turn of phrase. She was beautiful. I could already tell she had a great sense of humor, too, and a perhaps over-developed sense of humility. She'd been knocked down some in her life, not literally, I didn't think, but figuratively, and her self-esteem showed the effects. I might be able to help her with that and hoped I'd get the chance. I could see in her the capacity for all manner of things and I found myself in the rather novel situation of wanting to find out more. Novel for me, anyway. Please don't misunderstand. I'm not a complete callous ass. I do know how to treat a woman, both in bed and out, I just normally don't go out of my way to find out any more than what they are willing to give on the surface. Part of this, I imagine, is what has become an almost legendary behavior of mine to avoid any sort of long-term entanglements. Which, I suppose, is why both Gene and Suzan had given me such astonished expressions when they'd found us earlier. I'd turned down Gene's offer of condoms earlier on the rather vehement assertion that I would not be having sex at all. Apparently, I was very wrong about that. Not only did I have sex anyway, but I'd had no birth control on me whatsoever and hadn't even stopped to ask Caty if she was protected. Of course, I'd never before considered trusting the word of my sex partner, but that should just go to show how out of the ordinary this was. I mean, really, it's rather hard to avoid a long-term entanglement with a woman if you get her with child. Regardless, I was with her now and in no hurry to change that fact. But now what? I knew almost nothing about her and while I was committed to finding out more, I had only met her that evening, in a sex club for that matter, and it was entirely possible that after all of this, she'd have no wish to see me at all. All I could do was to take it a step at a time. She hadn't balked at getting in the car with me, so we'd go from there. As the car merged out into traffic, I noticed that Gene, Suzan and Caty's friends, Anna and Charlie were getting rather well acquainted on the other end of the limo. It seemed as if they were all managing to somehow touch each other. Caty seemed a bit embarrassed by all of this and I once again thought she wasn't used to this sort of outward display. I found myself glad that my apartment was very close by. I imagined that if she had to watch too much, she might well have really balked and headed home. The type of lifestyle that Gene and Suzan and, it seemed, Anna and Charlie led was not for everyone. If it was true what she'd said about it being quite a long time, she would need time to get reacquainted to simply having sex before the more adventurous side of things could happen. I caught her eye and smiled at her. "My place isn't far. In fact, we should be pulling into the garage in just a moment." I turned and sure enough I could see us pass through the underground garage entrance. Another moment and the car pulled to a stop. The other two couples collected themselves and when the door opened, I motioned for Caty to proceed me. I was just man enough to pause and enjoy the view of her very fine rear end as she climbed out, before I stepped out myself. When the others joined us, I waved toward the elevator in front of us, punched in my code and held the door for Caty to step through. She seemed a bit nervous and I imagined she didn't find herself in this sort of situation often, if ever. I normally never gave a second thought to the car, the elevator or even my apartment. With no knowledge of Caty's background, I had no idea what she would be thinking about it all. Yet again, I found myself in a novel situation of caring very much. I could hold it no longer. "So, um, what do you do? Besides get dragged to clubs by your friends?" I had caught out of the corner of my eye the fact that the other two couples had gone back to groping one another. Caty turned to me with a somewhat grateful expression on her face. For distracting her, I guessed. "I'm a teacher." "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Well, very noble profession, that. What do you teach?" She blushed, which only served to make her even more beautiful to me. "High school." She must have read the horrified look on my face because she blushed even brighter. I realized it could be taken very wrong. "Sorry, I just can't imagine voluntarily stepping foot into a high school ever again. I'm not sure they could pay me enough money ever to do that. You must be a very brave woman." She laughed. "Oh, they're not that bad. I have more trouble with the administration than I do the students, most of the time." I glanced around myself with exaggerated care, then leaned in to her. "You're not going to smack my knuckles with a ruler, are you? I mean, I know some people enjoy that sort of thing, but..." She laughed again. "No, that's private school. I teach in public school." I pretended to be hugely relieved. "Well, then. I feel better already." She laughed again and the elevator dinged. "Ah, here we are." I motioned for her to proceed me out of the elevated and the others followed right away. As I stepped up to the doors, they were opened and my butler greeted me. "Good evening, young master. I wondered if you would bother to return at all tonight." He stepped back and Gene and Suzan, long used to Jeeves's comments, went through the door and headed for the living room, Charlie and Anna following close behind. "Of course, Jeeves. Despite your insistence that I am a complete rotter of a playboy, I am home most nights." I turned to Caty and put my arm around her. "This is Caty, a very lovely woman, please try not to intimidate her too much nor make me look too bad to her." Caty stared at him a moment. "Your name isn't really...Jeeves, is it?" I watched as Jeeves valiantly fought a smile. "No, madam, it is not. Jeeves is the name given me by the young master, here. My name is Henry Jones." "Well, at least he didn't call you Indiana. And please don't call me madam. Caty is just fine." She grinned up at him. I saw his lips twitch ever so slightly. "No, madam, he named the dog Indiana." It took Caty about three seconds to realize he was playing with her. She lost it, then, laughing long and hard over it. "Oh, I like you, Jeeves," she said, still smiling, then she turned and stepped into my apartment. I should point out here that "apartment" is a rather loose term for my home. It's belonged to my family since the building was built sometime in the century before I was born. It took up the entire top floor of the thirty-story building. There were more bedrooms than I could count, more bathrooms than there were bedrooms and several other rooms I'd never even been in. In fact, I lived in approximately one tenth of the living space including my bedroom suite, my office, the library, the dining room and the living room. The rest sat unused as my parents never even stayed with me when they were in town. I led her into the living room, which was really closer to the size of a small apartment in itself. There were three separate groups of furniture, two entertainment centers and a large wet bar. There was a terrace to the east, looking out over the city. "Gene, Suzan, you know where everything is, would you make yourselves comfortable? Charlie and Anna, please feel free to join them." I turned to Caty. "Would you care to join me on the terrace?" She smiled up at me. "I'd be happy to." I paused momentarily and turned to Jeeves. "Could you bring..." I paused and looked at Caty. "Would you like more Harp? Or perhaps some wine?" "Oh, Chardonnay would be nice, if you have it." She smiled again. I turned back to Jeeves, but he simply nodded, "right away." We stepped out onto the terrace and I could tell she was getting nervous. Oddly, I found myself slightly nervous, as well. She was a high school teacher, probably unused to this sort of home. I could understand her being a bit overwhelmed. "What do you do?" She asked me quietly, while leaning on the wall of the terrace. "I'm an architect. My family owns one of the larger architectural firms on this coast. My father wanted me to get a business degree to take over the business, but I just wanted to draw the buildings and houses." I laughed. "He was not pleased." She chuckled. "I've heard that from my friends. Some of their parents were the same way. Expectations." She paused and breathed in the cool night air. "I had none." It was so quiet, I wondered if she was talking to herself. "I'm sorry?" I leaned in a little closer. "Oh. Nothing." She shook her head and smiled up at me and I let it go. There would be time to learn more. Jeeves chose that opportune moment to emerge from the living room with the tray. He set it on the coffee table that was in the small grouping of furniture set back in the corner of the terrace, under an awning. "Will there be anything else, sir?" He asked me. "No, thank you, Jeeves. Have a good night." I took Caty's hand and led her toward the sofa. "Very good, sir. Good night." He bowed and retreated back through the living room. Caty sat on the sofa and I poured two glasses of the wine, handing one to her. I picked up the tray of cheese and fruit and sat next to her on the sofa. She scooted away slightly like she had at the club. Like at the club, I simply pulled her closer to me again. She smiled wryly and took a sip of her wine. "Oh, this is good." "I have no idea what it is beyond Chardonnay. Yet another lack of mine that my family bemoans. Truthfully, I don't often drink wine. My mother calls me 'crass.'" She chuckled at that. "My wine generally costs me less than ten dollars a bottle, and usually even less. It often comes in a cardboard box." She laughed nervously. "I never understood spending a small fortune on a single bottle of a drink. There are liquors that are quite worth spending a bit more on -- Jameson's, for example, but honestly." I shook my head and sipped my wine. I set it on the small side table and picked up a bit of cheese and offered it to her. She stared at me a moment, then reached out, but I pulled it back. "Open your mouth." My voice dropped to almost a whisper. Caty opened her mouth for me and I slowly set the bit of cheese on her tongue. As I drew my fingers back, she closed her lips over them and suckled for just a second. My eyes remained glued to her lips as she chewed slowly and swallowed, then lifted the glass to her lips again and sipped. I blinked and shook my head slightly. Good grief, this woman was sexy. I picked up a piece for myself and popped it into my mouth, momentarily at a loss for words. All I could think about in that moment was what it would feel like to have my cock in the place of my fingers. As the thought entered my mind said object began hardening. I took a long drink of my wine and set the glass back down. I offered her another piece of cheese and this time, she didn't even try to take it from me. She opened her mouth and leaned in, closing her lips around my fingers once again. I felt her tongue flick the small cube into her mouth while she held my fingers captive. When she let go of them and had swallowed the bite, I leaned in this time and captured her lips with my own. The taste of cheese and wine greeted me, along with a sweetness that I was learning was her. I traced the seam of her lips with my tongue and she opened her mouth to me. I love to kiss and her mouth made my blood boil. It was warm and sensuous and brought all sorts of images into my head. My hand snaked around to the back of her head and I held her close as I nibbled on her lower lip before running my tongue along hers once more. I heard a quiet moan, but I wasn't sure if it was her or me. Her hand came up to cup the back of my head and she tilted hers to deepen the kiss even more. Just then, however, her stomach growled. She jumped back, blushing to the roots of her hair. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Her free hand flew to her face, but I just chuckled and took it back in mine. "Whatever for?" I asked. "My stomach. Has the worst timing sometimes." She looked up in apology again. "I'm sorry, I was so nervous earlier, I couldn't eat a thing at dinner. Listen, maybe this isn't a really great idea right now, I should probably just..." before she could bolt, I took the wine glass out of her hand and set it on the coffee table, then took her other hand. "There's no need to leave. There's an entire plate of food here or we can go into the kitchen and get you something more." I chuckled a bit and picked up another piece of cheese. "Open up. You eat, I'll feed you and we can talk some more." She seemed indecisive for another moment, but then opened her mouth and I popped the piece of cheese in. She dutifully chewed and swallowed and moved to pick up another piece. "Ah ah ah! I said I'd feed you. Now, what subjects do you teach?" I picked up another piece of cheese, but waited for her to answer. She rolled her eyes at me. "I can feed myself. I teach history and English. What types of buildings do you design?" She opened her mouth anyway and let me put another piece of the cheese in. "Mostly commercial buildings -- office buildings, skyscrapers and the like. Though I enjoy designing houses. Frank Lloyd Wright is something of a hero to me. I've been to Fallingwater more times than I can count." I laughed. "Oh, I love it out there, it's so beautiful." She picked up a piece of cheese and ate it quickly before I could do it for her. "Yes, quite. I imagine it would be very nice to live out there, but I'm afraid I'm too much of a city boy to stay for long. Perhaps a vacation home or something like that." I fed her a few grapes and got lost in watching her eat for a moment. "Do you have a favorite period of history?" She nodded and finished her grape. "The Roman Empire. It has such a rich history. The insanity of so many of the emperors, the intrigue, the technologies that they had, it's fascinating to me. Egypt and Greece have a deeper mythology than the Romans, and the art was something beyond compare, but the engineering feats that the Romans were capable of are just incredible." She paused and blushed. I smiled at her enthusiasm. "If you have half of that passion in the classroom, your classes must be wonderful." Her cheeks turned even redder. "Many of my students don't agree. But I have some who share my love of history. Tell me, do you pay much attention to history?" I nodded. "Yes, but my fascination lies more in the realm of architecture throughout the ages. Your Romans were some of the most ingenuous builders. I've never actually been, but I'd love to see the Coliseum someday. My family has been to Europe so many times it isn't funny, but I've always been involved in my studies, then my work, that I never got 'round to it." She smiled. "I would love to see Europe some day. To walk among the ruins, the aqueducts, the statues..." she trailed off and shook her head. "Sorry, I tend to get carried away." "Don't apologize to me. Everyone should have the same passion for their work." I held up the plate, "would you like some more?" "Thank you, I feel much better now." She picked up her wine glass and drank what was left. I poured the bottle out between our two and held up my glass. "To new... well, to meeting new people." I had no idea what I could possibly call us. We weren't friends -- yet, and I rather hoped to be much more than that. 'Fuck buddy' was rather crude though it was likely the most accurate. Either way, I didn't think they would convey my feelings at the moment. We clinked glasses and each took another drink. Then, very carefully, I took her glass and set it down and pulled her to me, brushing my lips across hers once again. She didn't hesitate, but opened her mouth and her tongue touched my lips. The kiss was hot and my arousal hit me with the force of a freight train. She was shaking slightly, but it wasn't from the cold. My arm brushed her breasts and I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples pushing through the thin material. She seemed to be having trouble breathing. My lips left hers and started a trail of kisses down her neck. She sighed and leaned into me. I pulled her onto my lap, continued kissing a trail down to her shoulder. She turned her head and her lips met mine again and the jolt I'd felt go through me at the club hit me all over again. It went straight to my cock and I had a damned hard time keeping from simply ripping the dress from her in that moment. I cupped one hand over her breast and squeezed the nipple slightly. I had really wanted to take her to a proper bed to have her again, but there was no way of getting through the living room without going right by the orgy that was likely taking place there. While it was something to watch, I didn't think Caty was quite ready for it. She moaned quietly and I began nibbling my way down her neck again until I reached the swell of her breasts. I tugged the neckline of her dress aside and kissed the top of one breast before taking the nipple into my mouth. She moved on my lap, and my cock hardened even more. I wanted her again so badly, and it was surprising. I thought perhaps that the session at the club would have burned this out a bit, but it seemed not. All I could seem to think about was burying myself in her tight heat and it was driving me insane. I moved to the other breast and pulled it, too, out of her dress. I sucked on the nipple until she made that quiet moaning sound in her throat. I could feel the heat against my leg as her pussy got wetter the more I nibbled and sucked. She reached up around her neck and unhooked the strap holding her dress up. I watched as it fell down around her waist. She had beautiful creamy skin that was just begging to be licked. I reached behind her, unhooked the bra and pulled it from her. Then she sat before me, topless. I simply looked my fill for a moment, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her naked breasts. I carefully set her next to me on the couch as I pulled my jacket off, loosened my tie and pulled it out. Then I opened my cuffs and began unbuttoning my shirt. Caty pulled my hands aside and began doing it for me. The simple act seemed incredibly erotic for some reason and I put my hands on her to steady myself a bit. Then, despite her nervousness, she stood up and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She kicked it aside and stood there, letting me look my fill. She had beautiful full breasts, small, like I like them, and curves to her hips. The black lace garter and stockings were making it difficult for me to think about much else, however. I pulled her down to me and laid her back on the couch before kissing my way down her body once more. This time, rather than stopping at her breasts, I continued, making a trail of hot kisses along her stomach. I stopped to tongue her navel before continuing to my goal. There, her pussy was spread wide before me, her legs over my shoulders, still in the stockings and heels. Her smell was intoxicating and she was already dripping wet with arousal. I leaned in and slowly sucked her clit into my mouth. She moaned loudly and bucked up into my face. I used my tongue to learn the taste of her, running it the length of her pussy and lapping at the juices now flowing freely from her. I went back to her clit, sucking on it again, then licking the lips before pushing my tongue down into her. I pushed two fingers in as I turned my attention back to her clit and I felt her pussy begin to ripple around my fingers. I sucked a tiny bit harder and she went over the edge, moaning loudly as her orgasm crashed through her. Strangers Ch. 02 Jennifer pushed the door open, stepped inside, dropped her purse with unprecedented neglect and headed straight for the bathroom. After her quickie with Mike in the changing room of that hideously expensive designer boutique she'd never set a foot into again, she wanted nothing more than taking a shower and scrubbing away every reminder of her infidelity. Never ever had she felt so dirty before. Not that sex with strangers was new to her. She had done it a few times during high school and then later, but not while being in a relationship. And especially not with an audience! As she stripped down, she shook her head at her own stupidity. How could anyone be so reckless?! About to step into the shower, she suddenly stopped all movements. She froze in place. There was a sound in the hallway. Footsteps. Her breath hitched in her throat. Who could it be? Her boyfriend, Tom, was at work. His parents, the only ones who had a spare key, were on vacation and she was fairly certain she'd closed the door behind her! Quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her, she tiptoed towards the door, carefully and as quietly as she could, opened it an inch, then two, and with all the courage she could muster sneaked a peek into the hallway. All the breath she'd been holding escaped her at once, in a sound sigh of relief. "TOM!You scared the hell out of me. What are you doing home this early?" She pulled the door open and emerged, trying to calm her nerves. First the sex, now a break-in-scare...it was about time the day ended already and it wasn't even noon yet! "Hi, Babe." He walked up to her, tall and handsome, with curly blonde hair and a smile to die for. He pecked her lips quickly, like he'd done a million times before. "Sorry to have scared you. I got off early today." His smile broadened. From the back-pocket of his jeans, he pulled a piece of paper. "It's official now: I got promoted! How awesome is that? Not just the promotion, but the raise as well! Five hundred bucks more, every month!" Jennifer was of course happy for him. "Great!" He wrapped his arms around her, startling her with his intense joy. His lips kissed her cheek, then her neck. His hands fumbled with her towel. "Let's celebrate," he whispered, his voice husky. She all but pushed him away and immediately tightened the towel around her, as fast as possible. "I...uh...I had a bit...of, um, a mishap." She desperately tried to come up with a good excuse. Dried cum of another man still lingered between her legs. If they had sex before she showered... A queasy feeling overcame her. "A cat peed on me. Totally embarrassing," she professed. "I need to shower first and then we---" "Let's just shower together." With a quick tug he loosened the towel, then pulled it off her. His other hand snaked around her bare back, his fingertips digging into her flesh. She had goosebumps, but not from arousal. She was completely caught off guard by the entire situation. "You and me...in the shower...we usually don't..." Tom's lips met hers in a fiery kiss, his tongue, like never before, evaded her mouth. Every objection she might have had was taken from her. Instinctively, she kissed him back. Her body betrayed her mind and Jennifer let him manipulate her into whatever sexual plan he had with her. With a determination she didn't know he possessed, Tom backed her into the bathroom. She moaned against his lips as his kisses became deeper and more urgent. His tongue fucked her mouth, giving her a taste of what would soon follow. Her eyes fluttered close. She and Tom were dating for years now. She couldn't remember a single occasion he'd ever attacked her with such a sexual desire. Normally, they were the 'sex in a dark bedroom' couple. This was nothing like that. Tom's hands grabbed her breasts without much gentleness. But Jennifer didn't care. She was tired of it anyway. She had gotten the taste of a different kind of sex earlier and now she wanted it again. The fucking. The raw, sexual mating. She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face against one aching nipple. He sucked immediately. Needy and full of want. His teeth took the erect point, biting down ever so teasingly. Her knees buckled. Then he made his way further down. His destination was obvious. Jennifer was momentarily overcome with nervosity, remembering the day's earlier events. Would he see anything? Had he noticed anything already? When his tongue flicked her sensitive nub, she shuddered, instantly forgetting the worries that had briefly crossed her mind. Damn her, she cursed herself. Tom deserved to be told the truth, she knew. But her body was humming with arousal, and she was oh so fucking close to an intense release. She felt it building inside her, more and more, with each passing second she came closer, all but ripping his hairs from his scalp while trying to make him go harder. His face was buried between her legs, lapping her up as she spiraled higher and higher. Jennifer screamed when she came. Her body collapsed against the cold shower tiles, heavily breathing. But she wasn't tired or exhausted. She was just getting started. She dropped to her knees, freed his hard cock from his jeans and hungrily sucked him deep into her mouth. "Baby, God, don't stop," he encouraged from above her head. His hands began guiding her head, holding it firmly as he shoved his erection deep into her throat. Jennifer was shocked and turned on at the same time. He'd never been this inconsiderate before, but she loved every damned second of it. For some creepy reason she thoroughly enjoyed being used and almost abused. She soundly moaned around his penis, lapping and licking, sucking ferociously, never letting up. He suddenly pulled out, without warning. "Get up, Jen, I'm ready! I want to cum inside you. Spread your legs for me, Baby! Hurry!" She turned around, widened her stand and bent over. It was the second time she was getting it from behind today. It was starting to become her new favorite position. "Fuck me, come on," she cheered him on, "fuck me good!" And that he did, pistoning into her again and again with the energy of a horny teenager. "FUUUUCKKK!!" He yelled, a throaty sound coming from deep within him. She felt his hot seed filling her up. That feeling, mixed with his rough thrusts brought her the third orgasm today. Some minutes passed in silence. Jennifer sat down on the shower's floor, the hot water now running. It was a very relaxing feeling. She didn't care one bit that he was staring unabashedly at her vagina, or that he was giving his cock the occasional stroke. Actually, she'd never felt sexier. "What the hell has gotten into you today," Tom asked, sitting down on the toilet behind him. Jennifer's eyes widened. "Gotten into me? You're the one who just fucked me raw!" She reached next to her, for the shampoo bottle. She began lathering up her wet hair. "We should do this more often." "Definitely." He had a lazy, satisfied grin on his face. "I'd do you again right now, but sadly I'm not eighteen anymore and we've a big dinner coming up tonight for which I need to be at my best." She frowned. "What dinner?" "To celebrate my promotion, my boss invited us over. His wife and his son will also be there, along with two other colleges who also got promoted this week. You could wear that sexy black dress you got last year for your sister's engagement party. You know, the one with the high slit?" "Oh, that one," she said. "I don't know. Maybe it's too sexy. I only got because I wanted to piss off my sister. She was having her engagement party the same day as my birthday." Tom chuckled. "I remembered. She was pissed off! But please, wear it for me?" Jennifer shrugged. "It's not like I have any other fancy dresses I could wear..." xxxxxxxxxxx "I've never been so nervous in my life," Jennifer whispered into Tom's ear, fidgeting with her small purse. Across her sat Tom's boss and his wife. Next to her boyfriend sat his colleagues. On her right side, no one sat. Tom patted her hand. "You're doing good. Everyone loves you!" "I just don't want to screw anything up for you!" "You're not. You're perfect," he assured her with a big smile. "Trust me." It calmed her down a little, if not much. She took another sip from the red wine in front of her. "Jennifer, did you hear?" Viola, the wife of Tom's boss, said as she leaned across the table conspiratorially. "I went shopping earlier. That new little designer boutique on main street." Jennifer gulped. Memories of a changing room sex flashed in front of her eyes. Viola continued. "One of the employees told me they kicked some woman out earlier this day. Apparently she had sex in the changing room with some random guy. Not that I'm opposed to that per se," she smiled, not the least bit uncomfortable talking about sex at a formal dinner with strangers. "But in a changing room? In front of an audience? How embarrassing. They kicked her out! She's not welcome again. I'd be mortified." "People..." Jennifer drifted off, once more fidgeting with her purse. "They do crazy things." "Crazy is what makes life interesting." Jennifer's whole body tensed. The chair next to her was pulled back and the man who sat down smiled broadly at her while extending his hand. "Mike Collins. I don't think we've met before." "Jennifer," Violet said, "meet my son Mike. He's in real estate. That boutique I told you about -- it's in his building." "Forgive her," Mike interrupted his mother. "She likes to brag." He leaned slightly forward, waiting for Jennifer to take his hand. She did, albeit reluctantly. A jolt of excitement rushed through her. Mike, her early morning fuck, sat right to her, while her boyfriend, her late morning fuck, sat left from her and who was now shaking Mike's hand. Apparently they had met before and now they were exchanging small talk. She was pretty sure she was sweating. She definitely felt sick. Sick and turned on. What on earth was wrong with her? Jennifer couldn't believe this situation was arousing. Why? Because she was under a lot of pressure? I need therapy, she thought in self-disgust. Tom was asked something by his boss, which developed into a rousing discussion about the pros and cons of in-house work practices. Jennifer's attention was pulled towards her right. Mike leaned in, speaking softly, "Who would have thought we meet again so quickly?" "Talking about that," Jennifer whispered scornfully, "I just found out you're into real estate. You don't work in that store. How dare you to step into random women's changing rooms!" He grinned cockily. "You didn't mind my presence earlier. Come on, we had fun. Admit it -- it was pretty obvious, considering how loud you-" Her hand shot out towards his thigh where she dug her nails deeply into his leg. He winced. And stopped talking. "I was temporarily confused. But I have a boyfriend. I have Tom. I love Tom. Very much so! So if we could just forget this ever happened, I'd much appreciate it. Please," she added pleadingly. "Tom..." Mike trailed off. "The guy my father just promoted. Hmm..." His hand settled on top of hers, startling her. She shivered at the sudden contact. Taking her hand in his, he guided them towards her, slowly and inconspicuously. Jennifer gulped. The high slit of her dress offered him the perfect access. He moved their hands beneath the material, right towards her core. "What are you doing," she hissed under her breath. "Having some fun," he replied nonchalantly. "You object?" She should. She should be outraged. She should be slapping him right now. But all Jennifer could do was let it happen. Remaining silent, she focused all her energy of not closing her eyes at the sudden sensations between her legs. His index finger softly moved across her panties. She bit the inside of her lip to keep from moaning. After a few moments she realized he was writing something. Fuck me. Jennifer's heart beat faster and heavier with each little movement of his finger. She was dripping wet, she was sure. When this was over, she swore to herself, she'd go to therapy. What she was doing was insane. Tom would freak out. He might lose his job over this! If word got out, she might lose her own job as well! And yet, she couldn't stop him. "Take off your panties." A drop of sweat made its tantalizing way down her back as his words sunk in. Something had to be wrong with her, she concluded. Maybe a tumor or a mental problem. There had to be something! There was no other way to explain her behavior when she shifted carefully to let Mike pull down the flimsy piece of underwear. It dropped to the floor. While she'd never felt more uncomfortable and nervous, she'd also never felt more aroused. Especially when Mike pushed his long index finger deep into her, fucking her with his hand right in front of his parents, her boyfriend and a bunch of strangers. That alone was enough to make her come right then and there. "Jennifer, dear," Mike's mother asked from across the table. "Are you okay? You look flushed. Is it too warm in here?" "Oh...uh..." She stuttered, sidetracked by Mike's relentless fingering. "Just...a little...problem with my blood-pressure, I'm afraid. Maybe," she suggested, practically dragging Mike's hand from between her legs, "I could go for some fresh air..." "Sure. Mike," his mother said, "go with her. Make sure she's okay." Tom was still caught up in a discussion and didn't even notice her standing up. "My panties," she whispered worriedly when Mike led her away. "Leave'em there. No one will notice them." He motioned for a hallway, then walked towards a room. When they entered, Jennifer noticed the large, french windows leading out towards a terrace. Before she had the chance to admire them anymore, Mike's hand grabbed her waist and pushed her up the nearest wall. "Fuck, I need you!" She didn't even protest. Instead, her hands hurriedly unzipped his pants. He was long and hard and everything else a good cock was supposed to be. Hungrily licking her lips, she helped him bunch up her dress, then wrapped one leg around his body, angling against him. He pushed into her, fast and deep, filling her up, stretching her wide. "Yes...oh God, yes..." This time it was different. Earlier, in the changing room, it had been just the act. Just the sex. Now there was kissing. More than kissing. He was ravishing her, and she let him. His mouth went everywhere: her lips, her neck, her throat, her breasts. And his hands, they never left her skin. She was grasping for breath, desperately clinging to him for support. Her legs soon gave away but he held her up against him, pressing her even firmer against the wall behind her. It was all so dizzying. She'd never been fucked so good in her life. Her whole body was tingling, shaking, shivering, all at the same time. When he picked up his pace, suckling hard on one pebbled nipple, she came with a long, low growl. When Mike came deep inside her, she was still riding out her orgasm, practically drooling out of sheer ecstasy. "I don't believe this." Jennifer's eyes flew open. "Tom! Oh my God!" Strangers Ch. 02 I was so hard at this point, it was almost painful. I needed to be inside her and I stood up and quickly rid myself of my pants. A few seconds later, I was between her legs and sliding my cock into her hot, wet pussy. I had to take my time, or I would go off immediately and that wouldn't do. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her closer, tilting her hips for a better angle. I was buried in her tight sex to the hilt and it was all I could do to keep from coming. I gave myself a moment to calm down before I began moving. "Oh, dear God, Joe, that's incredible." She whispered loudly in my ear. I began moving faster and we found our rhythm quickly. My strokes were long and hard as I learned what she liked. I started hitting her spot and before I knew it, she was shuddering through another climax. Her orgasms were intense. Her whole body shook and she tightened her pussy even more around my cock. I wanted to explode in her right then, but I was determined to hold out for at least a little while longer. I tried everything I could think of, but in the end, her incredible body was my undoing. I thrust into her once, twice, three more times before I exploded and came hard, filling her with my cum. We lay quietly for a moment. "Dammit," I said, trying to catch my breath. I realized immediately that was probably the exactly wrong thing to say. She stilled and I cursed myself. "That is not what it sounded like." I cleared my throat. "I promised you that the next time we made love, you'd be naked." She started laughing. "Oh, I think this is close enough. You're naked, at least." I rested my head on her chest briefly, before untangling myself from her. I sat up and lifted her into my lap, cuddling her close. "Would you mind if I removed these?" I asked, indicating her stockings. She hesitated briefly and I wondered at that. "No. But, well, I can do it myself." "And deny me the pleasure?" I chuckled quietly as I removed first one shoe and then the other. I dropped them quietly onto the terrace floor, then set her next to me on the couch and knelt in front of her. I took my time unhooking the garters and sliding the silk down over her leg, following the top of it with my lips, savoring the smoothness of her skin. I removed the other in the same way, but when it came to unhooking the garter itself, it defeated me. She saved my ego, however, and simply unhooked it without laughing at me and it joined the stockings. The only thing left was the pitiful excuse for panties. They were incredibly sexy, but I found myself wanting to see her completely naturally. I grasped the waistband, such as it was, and tugged it over her hips. She lifted them to aid me and I followed their journey in the same way I had each of the stockings. I knelt back up in front of her and reached up for her hair. I had no idea what was holding it up, so I simply speared my fingers through it, and pulled. Hair pins fell everywhere and her soft blond hair fell in waves around her shoulders. She sat before me, and I couldn't believe I felt myself stirring once again. I'd never done this much in one night and it was a bit disconcerting. However, not one to let opportunity pass me by, I sat back up on the couch and captured her lips once more. She surprised me, then. "I want to taste you," she whispered before kissing her way down my body. I sucked in a breath when I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock. My eyes closed and I laid my head back for a moment, lost in the feel of her mouth. It was just a whisper of a touch, the warm air, then I felt her tongue lightly tracing the ridge of the head. She teased me, running it up the length of my shaft. Then slowly, torturously slowly, she took my entire cock into her mouth. My eyes snapped open and I watched as she swallowed it completely and I felt her chin touch my balls. My hands went to her head, just wanting to touch her in some way. She slowly moved her mouth up and down, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of my cock. I brushed her hair out of her face and watched her swallow me again. Despite the two previous orgasms, this was feeling incredible and I did not want go off in her mouth. Well, that's not entirely true. I'd love to, but I didn't think we were quite at that point in our relationship. "Caty..." the single word was the only warning I was capable of. She looked up at me and her huge blue eyes nearly caused me to cum anyway. She sucked me lightly then with a small pop, let go. I nearly moaned at the loss, but pulled her to me right away. "Straddle me." I told her, wanting nothing more than to be inside her once again. She climbed onto the sofa, one knee on either side of my hips and lowered herself onto my shaft. I'd had just enough time to calm down and knew I'd be able to hang on for a lot longer this time. I wanted to her to cum so many times that she couldn't even remember her own name. I lost track of time. I lost track of the number of orgasms she had. I rode her, hard, filling her with long, slow strokes. She bent over the couch and I entered her from behind, taking her hard and fast. She climbed onto me again and set her own pace and I loved watching her breasts sway while her face contorted in pleasure. Sometime later, we lay together on the couch, finally spent. Neither of us spoke, though I knew what was in the forefront of her mind. At least, I thought I knew. Because it was there in mine. I leaned up and picked up a lock of her hair and played with it. I had no idea what would happen between us, but I was determined that there would be something. "Have dinner with me." I didn't want to give her a chance to say no. "I just ate a little while ago." She reminded me with a smile. "Though after that, I may need a bit more." I grinned down at her. "That we can take care of, but I was asking you out on a date." She stared at me as her smile faded. "A date?" "Is that so hard to imagine? We've spent the better part of..." I paused and looked at my naked wrist. My watch was lost somewhere in the pile of clothes on the floor. "Well, the better part of the evening, that is, making love." She swallowed, and I wished in that moment for the ability to read minds. "Okay. But I'll need a couple of days notice." I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Sure. Do you have a lot of evening meetings as a teacher?" I was going for humor, but it fell flat. She struggled a little and I sat up and helped her up. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. "I have to get a babysitter." I was in the process of picking up my jacket and I paused. She'd nearly mumbled the words. "Oh? You have a child?" She looked embarrassed. Or worried, I wasn't sure. I couldn't quite read the expression on her face. She rubbed her arms again and I kicked myself for not getting the jacket on her sooner. I leaned into the corner of the sofa and pulled her onto my lap, covering us with it. She sighed. "I have two." "Okay. Is this a...problem or something?" I was completely lost. "I mean, is it difficult to find a sitter? They could come here. Jeeves would watch them." She smiled, then laughed. I thought she was probably imagining Jeeves babysitting. "They're something of a handful, my two. But no, babysitting isn't a problem. Anna's mother babysits a lot for me. No, I usually don't mention my kids on a first date. Sends them running screaming." I stared at her a moment. "The kids?" I was still a bit confused. She blinked at me, then laughed even harder. "No, the men. But then again, this isn't exactly a typical first date, is it?" I considered this a moment. "No, in fact, I'd go so far as to say it's not a date at all. No, we'll have to actually go on a proper date where I woo you with food and wine and so on. Then you can kiss me chastely at the door where we'll be precisely at your curfew." She laughed even harder, now. I was glad to see her smiling. I found I wasn't too happy with the embarrassed looks she gave sometimes. She was so beautiful and witty that it seemed a horrible shame for her to ever feel that way. "After that, I'll climb up the vines on the side of your house and sneak into your bedroom window for a real kiss." I nodded to emphasis my point. She laughed again, and I waited for her to calm down. "Well, there are a few problems with that scenario." "Oh? And what, pray tell, are those?" I kept a polite expression of interest on my face, but decided that my hands had been idle for far too long. I began caressing the leg under my hand, slowly making my way up the inner part of her thigh. "Well, first off," she began, "I haven't agreed to go on the date with you." "No, I'm sorry," I disagreed. "You did say okay. All you need is a sitter. You're committed now." She let her legs fall apart a bit as my hand made its way closer to her pussy. "Well..." she seemed to be having trouble concentrating. "Um..." she paused a moment as I paid special attention to a spot on her right thigh below her sex. It seemed to be doing wonderful things for her. "Right, problems. I don't have a curfew. So you can't make sure I'm home precisely at curfew if I don't have one." "Fair point," I conceded. "Is that all?" I really was being rather unfair. Her pussy was still moist from our last lovemaking session and I couldn't resist running a finger up the seam, teasing her. "No." Her eyes closed and her head fell back against my shoulder. I spread the lips of her sex with my first and third fingers and used my middle finger to tease her clit. It was already hardening and I felt my cock respond in kind. "No?" I prompted. She began moving herself against my fingers. She gripped my arm with one hand and the other that was around my neck grasped the hair at the nape of my neck. Her breasts heaved with her panting and her nipples were hard little pebbles from, I assumed, a combination of the cold air and her arousal. I took one into my mouth and sucked. "JOE!" She shouted and flew apart in my arms, convulsing in her orgasm. I released her nipple and kissed her face and neck as she came down from it. A moment later, her breathing began to calm. "That wasn't fair." She accused while still catching her breath. I chuckled. "I never said I would play fair." She yanked at my hair in retaliation. "Where was I... oh, yeah, problem. I also don't have a house, nor do I have vines on the side of my apartment building. So you can't very well climb them. Your plan is full of holes." I laughed, delightedly. "Very well, then. How about this? As this is Saturday, why don't I pick you up for breakfast? That should give me plenty of time to keep you out past your curfew." She peered up at me in disbelief. "Did you forget the part about the sitter?" "Oh, I left that part out, didn't I? I meant to tell you that I intended to pick all of you up. Seems rather silly to leave them home when I should meet them, isn't it?" She stared at me a full minute before answering. "You want to meet them?" It was my turn to stare. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" "They're kids." I couldn't help myself. "Thank you, Captain Obvious. I'd rather gathered that fact." She laughed. "My daughter says that all the time." She turned serious again, "but we've only just met. We don't know all that much about each other. Granted, we've had some rather amazing sex." She tilted her head as she thought that comment over, then blushed. I imagine she was kicking herself for giving something like that away. I nodded in response. "Yes, quite. However, as I'd like to get to know you, and I'm assuming your children are part of you, that means getting to know them, as well." It all made sense to me. I didn't understand why she was so confused on this point. She simply stared at me a moment. "Well, then. When you put it that way. Okay." "Good, now that that's settled." I kissed her firmly to seal it. "Um, would you like to go inside somewhere warm, perhaps?" She nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes I would." I stood up and picked her up with me, carefully wrapping my jacket around her to cover as much as I possibly could. She struggled a moment. "I can walk." "Yes, I know that. I've spent some time this evening enjoying just that sight. However, I'm also enjoying this." And with that, I started toward the terrace doors, fervently hoping that the orgy had finished up. Strangers Ch. 03 Jennifer sat on the couch, legs pulled up. She held on to a bunch of crumpled paper tissues and every now and then wiped tears away. "I can't believe I ruined everything," she sobbed, sniffling. "For what? Some stupid fuck?" Her eyes met her best friend's worried ones. "You think he will forgive me?" Sally, her best friend, wanted to be reassuring, to say that everything would be fine. But she'd been betrayed once before and knew how badly it hurt to experience that. And had been lucky enough not to have caught her ex in the act itself. "I don't know, Jen. I mean, I really want you guys to make up. You know that. But what you've done...it's bad." "I know," said Jen and sniffled again. "Why'd you do it then? You must have known how likely it was to get caught!" "I don't know. Mike...he just had this effect on me. I don't even know how to describe it. Have you ever felt something like that before? You look at a person and you're overcome by this raw, sexual desire. You just want to grab that person and fuck his brains out. And it's not that I was unsatisfied or sexually frustrated. Things between me and Tom - I thought they were good. Great. He always makes sure that all my needs are taken care of. He's gentle and caring and really eager to please me. Mike...he used me for sex and I knew it. He would have fucked me on the dinner table in front of his parents. And for some sick reason I would have let him. I've never felt so wanted before." Sally handed her another paper tissue as fresh tears streaked down her face. "Jen, if Tom can forgive you - if things work out and you get back together - can you promise that you'll never meet with Mike again? Cause it's likely you two will run into each other. He's the son of Tom's boss. What if he wants you again during your next run-in?" "I won't give in again," Jennifer swore. "I'd do anything to make Tom forgive me." "Anything?" Both Jennifer and Sally looked towards the door, where Tom was standing. Tom let the apartment door fall shut. "Anything, really? What do you have in mind? Beg? Cry? Promise never to screw up again?" He shook his head. "I have to see Mike again. We will run into each other regularly. He helps out in his father's firm. He can get me fired! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? This job is my dream job, Jen. And even if I hated it, we need the money. I can't just quit! That means I'm constantly reminded of what you've done. Every time I look at him, or even you, I see you wrapped around him, sweaty and wild, begging for more! What could you possibly do to make me forget that, huh? I don't think some lame apologies will do!" He walked into their bedroom and slammed the door shut. Jennifer buried her face into her hands. "It's a good thing he hasn't broken up with you yet," Sally said, trying to give her friend some hope. "I think he's willing to work through this. Just give it all some time." She checked the time. "Shit, I'm late for work. Call me if you need anything, okay? And don't push him. Give him some room. Bye, Jen!" +++++ Two weeks later, Jen was still sleeping on the couch, barely talking to Tom. They hardly spoke three words during a day. When he was back from work one afternoon, she had enough. She couldn't live like this anymore, in constant limbo, not knowing if their relationship stood a chance. She cornered him in the kitchen when he poured himself a drink. "We need to talk." "About what," he asked, his voice tart. "Be angry with me all you want. But please, yell at me. Call me a slut, kick me out, or for God's sake, scream at me until your lungs hurt, but don't ignore me. I know I messed up. If there was a way to make up for it, I would do it. But don't expect me to be the one to end our relationship. I want to fight for us. I still love you, Tom. Love was never the issue. Mike and I--" "I don't want to hear about Mike and you," he snapped and swallowed all of his drink in one long gulp. "I don't care about you and Mike! I don't want to think about you and Mike. But you know what? I can't escape you and Mike! I have to work with him. Our firm is co-working on a project. And since my boss doesn't that his son fucked my girlfriend during his party, I can't expect him to let me focus on other projects." "Mike...does he remind you of what happened?" she dared to ask. Tom looked away. "Does Mike brag about having fucked you? No, Jen. He acts professionally. Like I do. But that doesn't make it any better or less awkward! It is a huge elephant in the room." She leaned back against the fridge, looking guilty and ashamed. "I'm so sorry, Tom. Believe me, I will do anything to make up for it. But please, give me a chance to do so. If you want to sleep with another woman to even--" He interrupted her with laughter. "You think that will make it better? Who am I supposed to have sex with. Your boss? He's fifty years old and so fat that he needs a crutch to stand up. Or your co-worker, that seventeen-year old intern that's barely out of her diapers? She still has braces! Besides," he said helplessly. "That's not how it works. I'm tired. I'm having a headache. I want to rest. But have fun figuring out how to make up for what happened!" +++++ Another week later the situation still hadn't improved. Jen was stretching out her left leg as she sat on her yoga mat in the living room. Sally sat next to her, mirroring her friend's moves. "Still no change?" "He barely tolerates me," Jennifer lamented. "Maybe," her friend suggested carefully, "you have to make a cut. I can't go on like this. It's not good for anyone." Jennifer turned around, lifted her butt in the air and lowered her head far down, stretching her neck almost painfully long. Sally, doing the same, groaned. "Yoga sucks. Why are we doing this again?" "'Cause it makes your butt look hot," Tom quipped as he came out of the kitchen. "Hey, Sally. How are you doing?" Despite Jen's and Tom's troubles, Sally got along well with Tom. While she wouldn't consider them friends, he was nice and fair. And a good host. "I'm alive," she joked. "We'll see if I still am when this exercise is over. Care to join us? Jen's got a big yoga mat and some room to spare." "No, thanks!" "Too bad." Mike watched them for a moment longer on his way returning into the bedroom which had become his main habitat in recent weeks. As he observed his girlfriend and her best friend bent and stretch, wearing nothing but spandex pants and tight, cropped sports bras that didn't leave a lot to the imagination, he felt his groin stiffen at the sight. It had been three weeks since he'd gotten laid and was beginning to feel the lack of relief. He was pretty sure that Jen would be willing, probably desperate to have sex with him, if only to lessen some of her bad conscience but he refused to let her back into their bed so easily. Deep down, past the hurt and the irritation over everything that had happened, he missed her. He wanted to make their relationship work again. Wanted to stay together with her. But he didn't know how to do it. Every time he looked at Jen, he saw her fucking Mike. The imagine was burned into his heart and his eyes. He knew she was sorry. He actually believed her. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to give them a second chance. Some part of him wanted her to suffer. His life since that fateful night was pure torture. Whenever Tom had to see Mike, he had a feeling this man was looking down on him, pitying him, maybe even finding him ridiculous and pathetic. It was likely Mike hardly remembered that night at all. It was probably all in Tom's head. But it was the brainy, logical part of his head that thought so, not his heart or his mind. The male, pride part of him was wounded. And his heart broken. And for that, he wanted Jen to keep suffering. It wasn't fair to her. He knew that. But right now he didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to be bigger, to be compassionate or fair. Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized he'd been staring at Sally's ass for the last two minutes. Lucky for him, she hadn't noticed. He hoped, at least. He slipped back into the bedroom, adjusted his half-hard cock and flipped the TV on. Time for a wank to some good, old porn. He pushed one of his many DVDs into the DVD player, pressed start and lowered the sound to make sure neither Jen nor Sally would hear. Damn, Jen's friends ass was made to be fucked. Jen was every man's dream, skinny, slim legs and just enough breasts to keep a man happy. She was a model. Sally...well, she was different. She was curvy without being chubby. Flat stomach, full breasts, long neck, full ass cheeks meant to be grabbed and kneaded. Her legs weren't thick, but formed. She looked like mythical goddess, with long and golden hair and a voice, soft and husky, as if constantly strained from screaming. Tom pushed his pants down just enough to comfortably grab his cock. The two women licking each other's cunts in the porn movie hardly interested him. His eyes were closed. In his thoughts, he was imagining Sally's firm legs wrapped around his midsection, pressing against his hips while he rammed his cock deep into her hole, again and again, making that breathy voice of hers call his name over and over. He imagined grabbing her full breasts, deftly fondling them, making their large nipples hard. He'd lick them, suck on them, bite them. He'd thoroughly fuck her until she'd be sore and breathless. He'd be relentless in his thrusts. Hard and deep, making her ache for her orgasm. As his thoughts grew more and more graphic, his hand kept stroking up and down his penis, pulling it, massaging it. Then his other hand went to give his balls a firm squeeze. A delicious mixture of pain and pleasure overcame him and he sped up, feeling his release nearing. Then he came, hard. He emptied himself, not caring that his spunk stained the carpet he and Jen had gotten just a month and a half ago. She had wanted the carpet. He had only paid for it. A knock on the door interrupted his solitude. "Tom?" It was Jen. "Sally needs to go to work in a bit but she spilled juice on her work blouse. I need to get to my closet so I can lend her a clean one." With a groan he pulled his pants up and tossed an old shirt on the floor to cover his sexual leftovers. He flipped the TV off and unlocked the door. "Sure." "Thanks," said Sally as she slipped into the bedroom and towards Jen's closet. "Um, you mind stepping out for a second? I want to change." Tom shrugged. "Sure. Whatever." He grabbed his phone and wallet. "I'm out of beer anyway." +++++ "I told you to just leave the laptop at the reception," Tom admonished when Jennifer knocked against his doorframe. The door was open. "The least you could do is say 'thanks', you know?" She stepped inside. "I don't mind dropping off stuff that you forget at home." It wasn't the first time she had to do it. "But don't bitch when I do you a favor!" Tom nodded, his face showing signs of regret. "Sorry. Thanks for doing this for me. Look, I don't have much time." He got up and walked over to her, to take the laptop from her hands. "I'm late for a meeting and--" A firm, impatient voice interrupted him. "Tom, you comin'?" "Yes." Jen froze as the familiar tone of that voice registered with her. It was Mike. Her thoughts immediately returned to the last time they were in the same room together. A month ago. At Mike's parents. With her jizz-filled pussy still snugly wrapped around Mike's cock. Now, with flamed cheeks, she slowly turned around, lowered her head and avoided both Tom's and Mike's gaze. "Hey." "Tom's girlfriend. Hey." Wow, Jen thought. Tom's girlfriend. That's what she was. A nameless fuck. Had she expected to be more? Not really. Mike wasn't more than that, either. But the part of her that was all womanly pride and high self-esteem was severely irked by the fact that he didn't recall her name. "I should go," Jen said. "You should," Tom agreed. Jennifer did walk away, heading straight for the elevator. Mike and Tom made their way towards the conference room. The large room, surrounded by glass walls, was filled with middle-aged men. Half of them were staring at the tall woman waiting for the elevator. "That your chick, Tom?" Dan, from accounting, wondered, leering at her from afar. "Nice legs." "That's not all that's nice," grinned Mike. Tommy swallowed his anger, took a seat and went to work. +++++ "I need to do something," Tom said as dropped into the couch next to a surprised Jen. It was the first time in weeks that he began a conversation with her. "I thought about it. I can't forgive you without...without, I don't know, feeling different! I walk into a room with Mike and I know that he had you. It's always gonna be awkward. I need to know that you get that feeling. I need to know that you understand what you've done with my life." Jen tugged a blanket around her legs and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, afraid a direct look might scare him away. "What do you want me to do?" "I don't know, Jen. I honestly don't." He thought about something she had said weeks ago. "If I could sleep with your boss, I'd do it. Just to let you know how it feels to be me." "You could sleep with one of my friends," she quipped, all but genuinely. "Yeah," he chuckled, not taking her seriously. Tom glanced at his watch, then rose to his feed. "I've got an early morning. See you tomorrow." "Night," she whispered, suddenly emotional. For the first time in weeks he'd shown some emotion other than hate towards her. Maybe their future could still be salvaged. +++++ "I want Sally," Tom declared the next morning, as Jen prepared her breakfast. "I thought about what you said last night. Sleep with one of your friends. I want Sally." Jen was shocked. Was he serious? "My best friend? What would make you think she'd even go for it?" "You. You want a second chance? Get me Sally." With that he grabbed his bag and headed for work. Jen slouched down on a nearby chair and let the words sink in. Tom, her Tom, actually wanted to have sex with her best friend Sally. Sally would probably never go for it, not that Jen wanted her to. And even if she would, it would likely ruin their friendship. She wouldn't be able to look at Sally. Not without knowing what her best friend and her own boyfriend had done. A heavy sigh slipped from her lips. That was the core reason why Tom wanted her friend, Jen realized. To retaliate. But if she would allow it, then Tom would forgive her, Jen also knew. He had said so, and Tom always stood by his words. Feeling suddenly sick, she leaned forward, held her stomach and breathed deeply, attempting to suppress the urge to vomit. After a few minutes, she sat up again, leaned back and closed her eyes. Could she really ask Sally to do it? Would Sally agree? Would the mere question already ruin their friendship? Jen pulled out her phone and unlocked it, and was greeted by her background wallpaper - her and Tom on vacation at the beach last year. How happy they had been then. She wanted that happiness back, she decided. And dialed Sally's number. "I don't have much time," said Sally as Jen opened the door for her half an hour later "What's so important? And shouldn't you be at work yourself?" "Tom offered to forgive me," Jen stated, ignoring Sally's words. Her friend leaped forward, and hugged her. "Jen, that's great. We can talk about it tonight, okay? I've got to go--" "Forgiveness in return for a favor," Jen cut her off. "He wants to have sex with you. To hurt me the way I hurt him." "Asshole!" Suddenly all work and hurry was forgotten. Sally stepped into the apartment, and slammed the door shut behind her. "Who does he think he is? I always thought him so nice. I really hope you've hit him for suggesting that! You made an honest mistake. He can't possibly believe that sleeping with me is the solution to your problems!" Sally was furiously, walking up and down the living room, venting the entire time. "He's such a prick!" "I want you to do it," Jen said. Sally froze in place. "What?" "Sal, I love Tom. And if this is the only chance to get him to forgive me, I'm willing to let it happen. Please, can you do this for me? You're single anyway and--" "And just because I'm single, I'm supposed to spread my legs for him?" She stared at Jen incredulously. "What type of person do you think I am?" "You always brag about your hook-ups!" "My hook-ups. Exactly! I decide whom I fuck and whom I don't fuck! I could never look at you again!" "You wouldn't have to feel guilty about it! Or ashamed, or whatever. I asked you to do it. If there's one person supposed to feel bad about it all, it's me." "You got that right!" Sally headed for the door. "I won't do it. Don't call me unless you want to apologize!" Jen took out her phone, to text Tom. "I asked S. She won't do it." "Convince her. Or you and I are done." He replied. +++++ Two days later, Saturday night, Jen sat on the floor of the living room, a bottle of red wine in her hand. On the couch sat Sally, clutching a bottle of wine as well, while singing along to a horrible rendition of "My Heart Will Go On" by some slacker who thought he was America's next Idol. "Again," Jen said, pretending to swallow a large amount of wine, "I'm sorry for the other day. For suggesting...you know." "Hey, f'get it," Sally slurred. "Fa'given. Celine rocks!" She pointed at the TV. "But'dis chick sucks!" She held up her bottle, shook it and then turned it around. Only a few drops fell onto the floor. "All gone. Got bottle anoth'r?" She frowned. "T'was wrong. I am wasted! Got more wine?" Jen got up and walked into the kitchen, on her way there, she knocked softly on Tom's bedroom door. He came out and followed her to the fridge. Jen closed her eyes for a moment, thinking her plan over one more time. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm giving you permission to rape my best friend!" "Not raping," Tom clarified. "She's drunk, not passed out. I'll stop if she asks me to!" "Is this really necessary? Can't you just fuck a hooker?" "Would that hurt you as much?" He pulled his shirt off and kicked his socks off. "Come with me. I want you to watch!" "No, I can't!" "Watch!" He walked over to the couch and sat down in front of Sally. "Hey, you. A little tipsy, huh?" "Just a lil'" She giggled. Then she got serious, as much as her drunken state allowed it. "You're 'n'asshole. Jen tol'me about it. Said you want to fuck me." She blinked. "T'is not nice!" He leaned forward and put his hand on her left breast, softly kneading it. Her nipple immediately hardened and he grinned at her shocked face. "Aren't you at least curious?" he wondered, flicking his thumb over the pebbled nub repeatedly. Sally moaned softly. When she shook her head a little he tugged the straps of her top and bra down, exposing one full tit. It was a heavy and well rounded, tipped off by a wonderfully pink bud that begged to be suckled. He gently nudged her back into the couch, then lowered his head, swirling his tongue over her the nipple. Sally tried pushing his head away, half-heartedly, while the other one fisted into a pillow. "That's it, Sally. Enjoy!" His eyes glanced to his side, observing Jen, who covered on the floor next to the TV. "Remember," he told her, "this only happens because of you." With that he returned to attention to Sally and pulled the rest of her top and bra down to expose her fully to him. He buried his face between her full chest, licking, biting, kissing, groping and sucking on the sweet flesh while she squirmed beneath him. Tom quickly undid her pants and shoved them down, then her panties, which were surprisingly wet. He took that as his cue to continue. She had stopped pushing him away and instead now fondled herself. As soon as he had her stripped of everything, he rid himself of his clothes and climbed on top of her. One hand went between Sally's legs, probing her, finding her damp and ready. He pushed himself into her, swift and deep. Sally moaned loudly. Strangers Ch. 03 "Be gentle," Jen whispered, "don't hurt her." She only looked up every few seconds, spending the rest of the time hiding her head in her hands. "You hear her complaining?" he snapped. It had been weeks since he had felt the hot snugness of a pussy around him and he relished the feeling. His cock was welcomed by her, covered in her juices. She alternated between grabbing his shoulders and pinching her own nipples and Tom found the latter most erotic. It turned him on impossibly. His thrusts became harder, and faster. Jen could hear the sounds of sex, the slapping of his balls against her friend's vagina, the moaning, the begs, the way Sally reacted to Tom even though she had not wanted to screw him in the first place. That wouldn't make what they were doing any better, she knew, and the second Sally awoke in the morning, there'd be hell to pay. Jen was sure of that. More often than before Jen found herself peeking through parted fingers, watching them fuck right in front of her. Deeply ashamed she had to admit that it was getting to her. She was as sexually frustrated as much as Tom was. Feeling guilty for her actions hadn't taken away her sexual appetite. She shifted awkwardly on the floor, able to feel the heat pool between her legs. She could sense that her panties were soaked through. Watching Sally's full bosom jiggle did funny things to her. Who would have thought a straight woman could be aroused by a nice pair of tits. Jen had never believed a female could attract her, but watching Sally being fucked by Tom was wildly arousing. Tom bit down on one nipple, dragging his teeth along it and Sally screamed in a mixture of physical pain and pleasure. "I can hear your breathing," Tom said to Jen, who caught herself massaging her cotton clad nipple. "Are you turned on by this?" he asked, groaning as he kept ramming into Sally. "You like watching me fuck your friend? Your drunk friend? You like the smell of her dripping cunt? Answer me, Jen!" "No," she said. But Tom shook his head. "Liar." His lips met Sally's in a fierce kiss. Open mouthed, their tongues licked another. Jen saw every stroke of it. She gulped as the hotness between her legs grew almost unbearable. "Look at you," said Tom, "all hot and bothered. Come on, join in. I know you want to!" "I can't. I won't!" She was disgusted at how much she wanted to. "You're raping my friend!" "She just begged me to fuck her harder!" And harder he did fuck her. Deep strikes with his steeled dick. "Get your ass over here! I want you to strip in front of me, hear me? Do it now!" Jen did what he wanted her to do, partially because she let him control this moment in time, but also, and she was disgusted by that, because she was dripping wet and desperate to join in. She pulled her shirt off, practically ripped off her bra and shoved down her pants and thong at once. "What now," she asked obediently. "Now sit on Sally's face. I want to watch her eat you out." "She won't do it," Jen procastinated, but at the same time two of her fingers shoved deeply into her hole, and she fingered herself furiously. "Sit down on her face," Tom demanded, pulling out of Sally to raise her legs further up. Then he spit in his hands, smeared it on his cock and went for a different hole. As Jen watched, she almost drooled. How she envied Sally, drunken, almost passed-out Sally, for being fucked so thoroughly. She took two steps forward, raised one leg and stepped over her friend's face before lowering herself onto her mouth. Sally, completely dazed, just lapped her friend up, so expertly that Jen wondered if she'd ever done it before. When Tom pushed into her ass, Sally wailed against Jen's nether lips. Neither Tom's nor Sally's orgasm was far away, and the closer they came, the harder Sally licked Jen's snatch. Jen pinched and pulled on her nipples, rubbing herself in rhythm as the tongue that was licking her. Tom came first, spilling himself inside her back channel while Sadie followed suit, kicking and squirming beneath Jen. Only she wasn't allowed to finish. Tom pushed her off Sally, and off the couch, a look of anger in his otherwise exhausted eyes. "Don't you dare finish," he warned, startling Jen. "Feel that? The painful frustration? The agony? The yearning to come and not being able to?" His voice grew louder. "That's how I fucking felt when I saw you with Mike! I wasn't disgusted. I was turned on! I watched the whole damn thing. I watched him fuck you like a randy dog and my cock was so hard. Do you know now how it made me feel? Disgusted! Angry! I was so hard by watching some asshole ram his cock into you that I spent the entire night jacking off and still falling asleep with a god-damned boner!" His cock was hard again and he walked over to Jen, grabbed her hips and shoved her up against the nearest wall, pushing into her so quickly that she had no time to prepare. She came immediately and Tom came right away again, surprised by his own strong reaction. He pulled out of her and turned around, spent. Jen sank down on the floor, unable to speak. What was there to say after Tom's confession? Sally was already snoring when Tom grabbed his pants and shirt and mutely retreated into the bedroom. What a night this had become.