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The Layby

By: wallyfoss



They'd always talked about the possibility of her experiencing sex with another man, in fact it had been a part of their love making routine for a number of years, and her orgasms, produced by such talk, were the most stunning and certainly the most satisfying.

For his part Craig simply fed his wife's fantasy and it was she who embroidered the ideas until they could hold back no longer and, as the stories progressed, they screwed like people in the throes of first passion and the sensation of their climaxes ran from their toes to their heads, exploding in the proverbial stars and fireworks and were always deeply rewarding and totally consuming.

By the time of 'the' incident, Rowan was 33 years old and they'd had a regular child minder who took their kids to her house every Friday evening and they would pick them up mid morning on Saturday, so obviously their best free night was always the Friday and, in order to feed their fantasy, they would visit inns and public house within a ten mile radius of home, eating a light bar snack and assessing the other customers as possible candidates for their mind games.

Rowan was quiet stunning and, when she chose to be, especially sexy, for her long legs and curvy buttocks gave her a sensuous walk and her firm breasts and mid, shoulder-length, dark hair brought her many admiring glances for other around them.

She had a pleasant face and a ready laugh and, when she was in the mood, she radiated a warmth and most appealing personality and it wasn't hard to see why she drew so many admiring glances. In fact it had always been a source of amusement to them and they would scrumptiously count the sly looks she elicited and guess the thoughts of those lustful gazes as she visited the bar or the ladies rooms in the various hostelries.

Sometimes she and Craig would be joined by other guests and enjoy conversations which so often turned to talks of sex, relationships and sometimes eroticism, when tongues were loosened by drink and good company and, at the end of such sessions, they would hurry to their car and, once on the dark roads home, he would touch her thighs and she would remove her briefs and allow him to examine the wetness of her pussy brought on by the recent chat and obvious possibilities. Then he would either bring her off with his fingers or she would use a small vibrator to help her climax and later, in bed, they would bring the memories of the evening into their sex talk and make passionate love together in the empty house. 

On a number of occasions Rowan would actively encourage people they met to flirt with her and, even though he'd long ago agreed that she could go outside with who ever took her fancy, she invariably stepped back from the edge saying that it wasn't right, or there was something she didn't like or that she was too afraid. 

Craig waited patiently, knowing that it was a big step for her to go off with a complete stranger, not knowing what they would want or how they would treat her, but he had to admit that his desire so often ruled his own good sense, but he'd always agreed that she had to have the final decision as she was the one taking the biggest risks.

On the night in question, they'd travelled to a small village about 10 miles north and visited an old inn called 'The Groom and Feathers'. They'd been there some while ago and it was a building of small rooms, open fires, oak beams and brasses. 

They took a table in the corner of a small room and, after a drink or two, were joined by a man about there age, who settled just across from them at an oak table near the fire and relaxed and read his newspaper.

Before long there was a commotion in the larger bar area and a lot of shouting and all three looked up wondering what was going on, and then the man smiled at them and said,

"Someone can't hold their drink, I suppose."

They grinned back at his friendly face and asked him if he were local.

"No, not at all. I'm on my way to take over a truck load and drive it on to Milan. Another driver is bringing it down from the north and it's the end of his shift and I'm meeting him not far from here, on a small lay-by on the A45, at about 10.00pm."

"Do you have to set off for Italy, tonight?" asked Rowan.

"No, not tonight. I'll sleep in the cab and get off tomorrow. Three days or so and I'll be in Milan."

"A lonely life, I expect," Craig said. "Would you like a drink. I'm going for another?"

"Thanks, that's very kind of you."

When he returned with three drinks he joined them at their table and Rowan was soon asking him about his job and the journeys he made

"How do you sleep? Do you stay in hotels on the way down?" she asked.

"Good Lord, no. I sleep in the cab, there's a sleeping space behind the seats and we drivers sleep there when our driving time's up."

"I'll bet it's cosy," said Rowan.

"It's roomy enough but I don't know about being cosy. It's a bit lonely, and truck stops areas aren't the best or the quietest places to be resting in."

Craig could see that she was warming to this man and felt there was something about him she liked, for he had quite a stocky build with dark curly hair and eyes that twinkled and seemed to have seen much of life, and he had a quiet, no nonsense air about him, as though he knew what he wanted and how to get it.

His name was Bill and he told them that he'd been married, but they'd parted because of his long absences from home,

"It's a bit like being in the Navy, I suppose. She wanted me at home with her and, as there were no kids, she got lonely and found someone who could be with her all the time. Any way it's all water under the bridge."

"Isn't it true then that you can often find someone to pick up on the roads and relieve your loneliness?" she asked, surprising both herself and Bill.

He laughed aloud and said,

"Now that would be telling, but a lucky break like that happens very rarely, I'm afraid and very few women hitch hike these days. The old fellows tell of such meetings a long time ago, but people are not so trusting these days and not so many folk are so poor that they need to beg for lifts."

The three chatted and drank together until he said it was time to be off and that he needed to ring for a taxi to take him to the lay-by and get the keys.

"Couldn't we drop Bill off?" Rowan asked eagerly and, when Craig looked, her eyes were pleading for him to say yes.

"Yes, of course. No problem, in fact it's not much out of our way."

"That's real kind of you. Can you hang on and let me visit the men's room first?" asked Bill and, when he was gone, Rowan turned to me and said,

"I think you might get your wish, my love. He's perfect and there's no strings attached to cause us any problems. He doesn't know us or anyone round these parts and he's got a night free to do as he wishes and a little room in his truck. What do you think?"

"I'm not sure," Craig said, surprised by her enthusiasm and a new feeling that was gradually creeping up on him. Did he want their fantasy played out like this? But when he looked at Rowan and saw the raw excitement in her face, he knew that he'd really no choice and nodded. 

"If you're sure you mean it. Remember once you agree there's no turning back or crying foul. Once you get in the cab with him you'll have to cope and go along with what he expects."

"I know, but I'm sure it'll be okay. He seems such a steady sort of man. Anyway, off you go to the men's room and when he comes back I'll start the ball rolling and make it clear to him that I'm available if he wants me. Take your time though and give me chance to interest him, won't you!"

When she saw Bill returning she whispered that she'd tell him something about a stomach problem I had, but there wasn't time to explain so Craig left her to it and murmured,

"I'll give you a few minutes to set things up, so it's up to you now."

Craig was absent about 15 minutes in all, and felt that any longer would seem suspicious, so he washed and returned, thinking up an excuse for the delay, but he needn't have bothered for they were talking with their heads close together and he could plainly see that his hand was beneath the table and noticed as they both pulled apart immediately they heard him and looked very guilty.

"Ready then?" Craig asked.

Once he'd got Rowan to sit in the back, he asked Bill to show him on the map where he wanted dropping off and after they'd chatted for a while he got into the front passenger seat so Bill could give him directions, and said he was sorry about his stomach problems and then Rowan cut in quickly,

"He asked why you were so long, dear and I told him about your troubles and how it affects everything you do."

"Oh yes. It's a nuisance," Craig muttered, wondering what exactly she'd said to him.

"Does it really ruin you sex life as much as Rowan says?" he asked.

"Er, well, it's a bit embarrassing but .... to be honest, yes it does I suppose," he admitted, thinking fast, and suddenly remembering one of Rowan's stories where he was supposed to be impotent and she'd asked a stranger to help them out. "In fact, poor Rowan has had to put up with it for some time but, for better or for worse, I think she said when we married!"

Bill laughed and Craig saw a sudden light in his eyes.

"Poor darling," said Rowan. "I've told you, I don't mind, honestly."

"But it is a problem," Craig said, picking up his new role, "and it's not fair on the wife."

"Turn left here," said Bill and I noticed him glancing back at Rowan and heard a stifled giggle from my wife.

"What's so funny?" Craig asked.

"Nothing," said Bill, "it's just something Rowan said back there."

"Why, what have you been saying?" he asked her.

"I asked him if he'd fancy the full time job of being my pacifier and being in charge of cooling my frustrations. It's got to be better than the lonely life as a truck driving," said Rowan giggling.

"And....?" Craig left the question there and hanging in the air as he held my breath.

Bill looked away and told him to take a left fork and the lay-by was only a quarter of a mile further on and he couldn't miss it.

"He said he'd be more than happy to help us," said Rowan quietly.

Craig pulled into the lay-by and in front a large truck parked close up to the bushes and, as there was no room for another vehicle he thought it was perfect for what we so obviously had in mind.

Bill spoke first and said,

"Let me check if Jack's left the keys where we arranged and that everything's all right. It'll be cold in there I reckon so I'll need to start up the engine and warm the cab through. Now, why don't you decide what you want to do, I'm more that happy to fall in with your plans and if you want me then just knock on the cab door and, if you drive away, I'll understand and there'll be no hard feelings."

He left the car and shut the door behind him and the two watched as he reached underneath the cab and then climbed into it and closed the door. A light appeared and the engine started up noisily before it settled to a steady drone and they both we watched as he pulled the curtains across all the cab's windows.

Rowan climbed into the front seat beside Craig and said excitedly,

"Well now. Has it all been just talk, husband, or are you going to let me go for it?"

"Are you sure?" Craig asked.

"As sure as I can be," she answered. "Look he seems nice and I certainly fancy him and you're only here aren't you?"

"Well if you're sure, then do it!" Craig said. "Leave your briefs and bra off, as there won't be a lot of room for manoeuvring in there and he'll know you're serious if you appear half naked and get on with it without too much delay."

Rowan hesitated for a moment and looked at him,

"You're not angry, are you? It is what you want as well, isn't it?" 

She smiled nervously, and he leaned across and kissed her.

"You're obviously up for it, aren't you? Yes I'm sure. Go ahead and enjoy yourself, but remember to relax and then you'll soon get over your nervousness," he said as reassuringly as he could.

She smiled and lifted her jumper and removed her bra and he kissed her naked breasts and squeezed them gently and then she kissed him deeply. She pulled her jumper back down and whispered passionately,

"Don't worry. It's only sex and it's still you I love!" 

She then raised her skirt and removed her briefs handed them to him and Craig slipped his finger inside her hot sex groove, and was absolutely amazed by how wet it already was, and she moaned as he fingered her hardening clitoris.

"Ready?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be. God! I'm actually trembling!" she replied

"Probably the night air," he said, and she laughed as he helped her from her seat and took her by the hand and led her to the giant truck. 

He could feel that she was shaking and tried to say something to help, and then he kissed her and squeezed her to his body before climbing onto the truck's lower step and banging on the door. It opened immediately and Bill's face appeared above us.

"Great!" he said smiling, "I'm glad you made your mind up to stay a while."

He leaned out and stretched out his hand and Craig climbed back down and helped Rowan onto the first step as she reached a hand up to grab him. As she climbed he husband squeezed her bottom, fleetingly, and then she was inside the cab and Bill looked back and said,

"It's 10.30pm now, how long have we got?"

"I reckon midnight is long enough, don't you? I'll be in my car so let's aim for then and, you will be careful with her won't you?"

"Don't worry yourself," and closed the door and pulled the curtain across the side window.

Craig returned to my car, with my erection raging and wild imaginings going through my mind. He switched on the car radio and settled back for a long wait, fondling his almost painful erection and trying to imagine what might well be taking place just a few yards away from him.

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Meanwhile Rowan was busy, for the cab was warmer than she'd expected and Bill was kissing her with deep passion and their tongues were exploring the other's mouth while their hands moved slowly over each other's body.

When she came up for air, she sighed and said she felt really hot and lifted her arms to remove her jumper and, when Bill saw her beautiful breasts, he took one in each hand and licked, nursed and fondled them while Rowan became wetter and wetter with excitement.

Her hand slowly moved downwards as she reached for his bulge and, when she felt it, she gave a sigh of satisfaction for there was no doubt in her mind that what she was about to receive was of a considerable length and girth and her mind began to whirl at the thought of it ploughing its furrow inside her.

Soon her skirt was removed and he pushed her hand away and began to unfasten his own leather belt. She wanted to help and slid his trousers away and then pushed his boxer shorts down his legs and, as she took them from his feet, she felt his penis push into her neck and spring back across her cheeks.

She sat up again, laughing, and examined the thing in the cab light and was amazed at how swollen and deep red in colour the spongy head was, while the white, heavily veined shaft seemed to be very thick and really long as it jutted proudly from the wrinkled ball sack in his groin.

She took it into her hand and squeezed it experimentally, for her husband's penis was uncircumcised and the head never fully expose like Bill's and she was curious, excited and a little afraid at the naked aggression of this one.

She pulled on it experimentally and he lay back and moaned with pleasure for he too was full of raw, sexual energy and knew that it would take very little to blow him away. He moaned again when she kissed the head of it and then she slowly licked the swollen bulb and nibbled the crease below the head.

He told her to hold off a little while or he'd explode, and she lifted her head and, as he reached for her thighs, she parted them willingly and his hand and fingers soon found her hot, fleshy groove and the moisture of her excitement.

"Oh my God, Bill. I've just got to have you! Please! Don't make me wait. Let's do it!" she moaned. "Do you want me to get in the bed back there?"

"No. Not now. That can wait," he said strangely for she'd fully expected him to take her in there, "just let me kneel between you legs and you can lay back on the seat."

She did as she was asked and she soon felt the head of his weapon at the entrance of her vagina and held her breath, knowing the size of him. He slowly and deliberately pushed the swollen, spongy head into her opening as gently as he could and she marvelled at his control but, once inside her, he lunged into her and, in a series of deepening thrusts, he was soon fully lodged and she could feel both his penis and her own muscles flexing and throbbing with lust.

Then she held him by his arms and he began to plunge in and out with quickening thrusts and, as she heard him moan and pant from his exertions, her own orgasm rose to the surface and she cried out to warn him of its approach.

"Don't hold off. Do it!" he gasped. "I'm there! Do it for me!"

He immediately lost the plot and began to ejaculate and she gripped his sliding intruder with her vaginal muscles and rode her own wild climax and cried out her hot passion at the roof of the small cab. His pulses seared her flowing passage and she became fully aware of the separate spurts of semen as they shot inside her, and her own fluids flowed and mixed in a whirling cascade of lust.

Later, when they'd rested, she saw that he was erect again and he urged her to turn so that she had her back to him and rest her hands on the cab's sill. Then he pulled her hips towards him and took her from behind and, when he was safely lodged in her well lubricated love channel, he pleasured her with long deep and very deliberate strokes while fondling her lovely breasts and pinching her hardening nipples. This time however he managed to control is rising excitement and inject little pauses to their coupling so that the bout seemed to go on and on, keeping Rowan's emotions at a high level of ecstasy until he gave one thrust too many, lost the plot completely allowing them climaxed again with sharp cries of lust. When it was over they lay back panting and rested while they regained their composure.

When they'd recovered he kissed her in gratitude and asked if she'd enjoyed it. She returned his kisses and told him how relieved she was that he'd been so gentle with her and that he hadn't frightened her one little bit.

"And I still want to see in your little bedroom back there," she said mischievously.

"Haven't you had enough, woman?" he asked.

"Why, is it time for me to go?" she asked, feigning disappointment.

He looked at his watch and told her that they'd half an hour or so left, and though he was finished for the moment she could certainly look in his cab crib and see where he slept.

"Let's put the lights out though, I don't want you seeing how scruffy the place is. Remember I've just arrived so there's no telling what a mess Jack's left in there."

She clambered to the opening and, as she was about to draw back the curtains, he turned off the lights.

"Now I can't see a thing!" she complained.

"I'll open the window curtains on this side and let the moonlight in for you."

The moon cast a yellow glow inside the cab and she could soon see enough to make out the rumpled bedding and the duvet and pillow, so she smiled back at him before sliding into the space and resting her naked length on top of the bedding.

"So, this is where you fantasise when you're alone," she whispered. "I bet you think up all sorts of erotic thoughts about us poor women, don't you?"

There was no answer and she listened for him.


The Layoff



The story starts in early June of 2002. My boss called me into his office and told me that he was going to have to file for bankruptcy and then he told me not to worry, that my final paycheck would be covered and then he asked me to stay with him until the day that he actually had to close the doors. He had been good to me during the five years I'd been with him so I said I'd stay.

Over the coming weeks I worked with vendors who came in and picked up merchandise and credited back to Dale's account. Two days before the day that Dale had designated as the final day one of his largest competitors came in and introduced himself to me and then asked me what I planned on doing when Dale closed his doors. I admitted that I hadn't looked that far ahead and then he asked me if I would consider coming to work for him.

"Doing what?"

"The same thing that you did here. I'm expanding and I need a good combo service manager and mechanic and most of your customers have a very good opinion of you."

"I'm not sure that it would be a good move for me. Dale had a thriving business here and he went under. You're in the same business so how can I believe that you won't go down too. It could be a case of jumping from the frying pan into the fire."

"It wasn't the core business that killed Dale. It was all the different areas he tried to move into. He had to borrow money to expand and when the expansion didn't make money he couldn't pay his debts. What is Dale paying you?"

I told him and he told me that he would pay me a dollar an hour more to start and then review it in ninety days. I had nothing else on the line so I figured why not? If it didn't work out I'd have had to look for a job anyway when Dale closed. I'd just be putting off the job search. I told him okay.

"When is your last day here?"

"We close the door on the sixteenth."

"I'll see you on the seventeenth, okay?"

We shook on it and he went out, got in his car and drove off. That was the start of my relationship with Paul Notting.

Two days later Dale handed me my final paycheck and thanked me for sticking with him. I looked at the check and saw that it was for five hundred more than I had coming and Dale said:

"That would have been your Christmas bonus if we could have made it that far."

We shook hands and wished each other luck.

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The next day I walked into Paul's place of business and the first thing I saw when I came through the door was a breath taking raven haired beauty sitting at a desk. My cock went instantly to full hard, but before I could say anything to the woman Paul came in and said:

"Oh good, you're here. Mellissa this is Rob; Rob this is my wife Mellissa. Rob is our new service manager. Take care of his paperwork will you? I've got to run over to Clarksville and see Greening" and he was gone.

Mellissa looked up at me and smiled. "You look disappointed" she said.

"I am. I most definitely am."

"Well take heart. Paul has been known to piss me off so bad that I have to do things to get even with him."

"What kinds of things?"

"No telling. It is never the same thing twice."

That conversation set the tone of my relationship with Mellissa. Did you ever know a woman who could make your dick and your tongue hard with just the sound of her voice? Just imagine what her five foot six one hundred and twenty pound body arranged 36 x 22 x 35 body did to me if just her voice could crank me.

And Mellissa was evil!

Mellissa knew the effect that she had on me and she exploited it. She teased me and flirted with me shamelessly. Never when Paul was around, but if he wasn't there and there were no customers around she would torture me. She would tell me how horny she was and how she wished that Paul was there so they could catch a quickie on his desk.

She wore skirts and dresses to work and would call me into the office on some pretext or other and she would be sitting in her chair with the hems pulled up so I could see just a touch of panty. Once I saw a touch of pussy hair because she wasn't wearing any panties. It got to where I both looked forward to going to work and dreaded going to work.

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This went on for three years and for three years I behaved myself. It was hard, but I wasn't the kind of guy who messed around with some other guy's woman so I both enjoyed it and suffered in silence. 

One day, and I remember it well -- it was the seventeenth of July, my third anniversary with the company -- I came to work and Paul called me into his office and told me that Mellissa and I had to hold down the fort that day. Out in the shop Mark was on vacation, and Bill had called in sick.

"I have to run over to Clarksville and I'm taking Saul with me."

"No problem" I said, "Mellissa and I can handle it."

Around ten Mellissa paged me on the inter-com. "Rob, can you come up to the office please?"

I wiped my hands on a rag and went up to see what she wanted. Mellissa was wearing a blouse and a skirt that day along with nylons and heels and I was instantly as hard as a steel bar.

"You rang?"

"Yes Rob; I need you to keep an eye out and let me know if anyone is coming. I need to make an adjustment."

She started unbuttoning her blouse. I quickly stepped to the door and turned the deadbolt. Mellissa didn't see me do it because she was looking down at her blouse. At the time the only significance of locking the door was that I knew that Mellissa was going to tease me again and I didn't want to have to keep one eye on the door and have only one eye on Mellissa. I thought I was only going to get a quick view of her bra covered tits, but Mellissa took off her blouse and then unhooked and removed her bra.

Her tits were magnificent! They looked like the tips of torpedoes or missiles; cone shaped and firm. I was struck dumb. I was frozen to the spot and Mellissa said:

"I must not have been paying attention when I bought this bra. It is a size too small and it was killing me." 

She reached up and rolled her nipples between her fingers. "God I'm horny. Why is Paul always gone when I really need him?"

She put her blouse back on and went to walk by me. As she went by she reached down and rubbed my hard cock and said: 

"You should really find someone to take care of that for you." 

I lost it! I lost it totally! Three years of frustration and want exploded out of me and without any thought of what I was doing I grabbed Mellissa and spun her around and sat her down on her desk. My hands were up her skirt and I was tossing her panties on the floor before she even realized what was happening. I pulled her up off the desk, spun her around and pushed her down until her tits were pressing into the desk top and in less time than it would take to say "You fucking prick-tease" I had my swollen cock out and pressing against her cunt. She started to say:

"What the hell do you think you are doing" but only got as far as "you think..." before I drove into her. 

She was wet. She was soaking wet. Her teasing must have turned her on as much as it made me hard. She grunted as I drove into her. Three thrusts and I was all the way in her and Mellissa was moaning:

"You can't...we can't...you bastard...not right...you bastard; you bastard, BASTARD, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!"

But a funny thing was taking place. As she moaned and called me names she was pushing back at my invading cock. I stopped thrusting and stood still as Mellissa moved back and forth fucking herself on my dick. She rammed herself back at me as she cried:

"You miserable asshole, bastard, low life cocksucker" and then she screamed, "Why the fuck did you stop!!?? Fuck me damn you, fuck me!!"

I started pounding into her and the harder I fucked her the louder her cries, but the cries changed to:

"YES YES YES YES, MAKE ME CUM DAMN YOU, FUCK ME, MAKE ME CUM!"

I was pounding her hard and sweating bullets when she screamed out:

"Oh yes, oh fuck, oh fuck yes!" and her body shook like a dog trying to shit peach pits. I was close and I kept slamming into her and just as I got my nut she screamed "Oh shit!" and her body shook again. I held myself in her until I started to go soft and she started saying:

"Get off of me goddamn it; get the fuck off of me!"

I pulled out of her, said to myself, "Fuck it! In for a penny in for a pound" and I grabbed her, turned her to face me and then pushed her to her knees in front of me.

"Clean it bitch!"

As I pushed my cock at her face I expected her to look up at me and say "Fuck you asshole" but she opened her mouth and went to work cleaning our combined juices off of me. Her mouth work had predictable results and I lifted her up, sat her on the desk and pushed her until she was lying on her back. She looked up at me with an expressionless face and slowly, but very deliberately, opened her legs. I stepped between them and drove my cock into her soaking cunt. Her legs came up and clamped me and she said:

"Fuck me asshole; fuck me!"

The second fuck was a silent fuck as she stared up at me and held me between her legs as her hands clutched my ass and pulled me to her. For several minutes we looked into each other's eyes as I fucked her as hard as I could. Then she started to moan:

"Oh yes, that's it, like that, oh yes, make me cum, make me cum, make m...OH SHIT!" and her body shook again.

Not many seconds later I sent my sperm rocketing into her. I drained and slowly pulled out of her. She looked up at me and said:

"I'm not cleaning it off this time. We both know what will happen if I do and we do have to get some work done around here today."

I grabbed the hem of her skirt and wiped myself off and then I turned and went back to the shop leaving her lying on the desk.

Mellissa and I avoided each other for the rest of the day.

At home that night I looked at myself in the mirror and had the thought "So much for being the kind of guy who doesn't mess with another guy's woman." But was it really my fault? Didn't Mellissa do everything but flat out ask me to fuck her? Did she want it? Was she hoping for it? Or was she just being her evil teasing self? All she had to do was go into the bathroom to take care of her bra problem. True, she didn't fight me off, but she didn't come right out and say "Do me" either. What she did do was be submissive to me. Was that it? Did she need to be told what to do? Did she need to believe that she was being made to do it? I spent a fairly sleepless night wondering what was going to happen at work the next day.

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Nothing happened at work the next day. Mellissa acted as if nothing untoward had happened and Paul acted like he had no idea of what Mellissa and I had done. Had Mellissa told him? Was he one of those guys who let's his wife go out and play? Was he the kind who liked to hear her tell about what she had done and with who? I had no way of knowing and so I stayed away from the office. It wasn't my fault! She asked for it! Maybe not with words, but her actions had screamed out "Fuck me!" and so I had. 

Never the less I stayed in the shop and didn't go up to the front office. I avoided Mellissa and it seemed that she was doing her best to avoid me. The few times I had to go up to the office Mellissa behaved. There was none of the flirting that had once been a daily staple of our relationship. This is not to say that I totally ignored Mellissa. I could not keep from looking at the sexy bitch, but it was strictly a case of look, but don't touch and don't even talk unless business forced me to.

This state of affairs went on for the next three weeks and then one Thursday morning Paul told me he had to go over to Waltersburg and would be gone overnight.

"I may not be back before quitting time tomorrow so it will be up to you to lock the place up for the weekend."

"No problem."

"Stan Witczak asked if he could borrow the trailer so if he stops by let him have it."

"Will do."

I was always the last one out of the shop at night and I made the rounds checking windows, doors and lights. I made sure the air compressor was shut off and then I went to the service desk and started the procedure for shutting down the computer. While I was doing that I saw Mellissa come out of the office and head for me and when I turned to her to see what she wanted or needed she slapped me hard across the face and snarled at me:

"You miserable bastard! How could you do to me what you did to me and then ignore me?"

She went to slap me again and I caught her wrist and said, "Bullshit! If you wanted any attention from me you would have given me some indication."

"Like what?"

"Like everything you did that caused the last time to happen. For three years you teased the ass off of me and then for the last three weeks nothing, but since it is obvious to me now that you want more of what you got the last time let's get to it."

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You know damned well so get to it."

She looked up at me and snarled "Bastard!" but as she said it she was reaching for my zipper. I let her suck on me until I was ready to cum and then I grabbed her head and fucked her face until I came. I shot into her mouth and she tried to jerk back, but I held her head and she was forced to swallow. When my cock started to go soft I released her head and she pulled back and screamed at me,

"You miserable cock sucking bastard; I don't swallow."

"You do when it is my cock in your mouth and don't you ever forget it. Now get your damned panties off and get your ass up there on the desk."

I may not be the smartest guy in the world, but I am not totally stupid either. The way Mellissa had behaved our first time and the way she had behaved when I had just then pushed her to her knees told me that Mellissa wanted or felt the need to be dominated. She confirmed it.

"Who the hell are you to be ordering me around?"

"I am your fucking owner. Any time you are silly enough to let yourself be alone with me I own you and you will do whatever the hell I tell you do. Now get your panties off and get on that desk."

She gave me a nasty look, but she took off her panties and got up on the desk.

"You know what to do now" I said and she spread her legs wide and then I surprised her. She expected me to step forward and take her, but I went to my knees and went to work on her pussy with my mouth. In less than a minute she was moaning, had her fingers in my hair and was pulling me to her. I worked on her until I was hard again and then I pulled her up, bent her over the desk and fucked her. She was very vocal. Among the things I heard were:

"Fuck me; fuck me hard." "Make me cum damn you; make me cum." "Faster damn it; harder. If you are going to fuck me then do it harder."

She came twice -- at least I think she did -- and then I shot my wad, pulled out and said:

"You know what to do."

She gave me a nasty look, but without a word she got down and cleaned my cock with her mouth. When she finally stood up I told her to go on home and leave her front door unlocked.

"When I get there I want you naked, on your bed and with your legs spread waiting for me."

"I'm not fucking you in my house and on my bed."

"I'll fuck you in the middle of the street in front of this building if I want to. I'm not asking you shit you teasing bitch; I'm telling you. Get your ass home and get ready for me."

She gave me a long hard look and then turned and left.

+++++++++++++++

I locked up and headed out. I stopped at a store and picked up a few things and then I headed for Mellissa's house. As I drove I thought about the situation. I didn't go looking for it. I never would have gone looking for it, but I had had it handed to me on a platter and wouldn't I have been criminally stupid not to take advantage of it? I was under no illusions. I doubted that I was anything to Mellissa but an interlude, but she was the sexiest woman I had ever known and it wasn't likely that I would ever get another chance at one like her so I had to go for it.

I didn't know how long the domination thing would last and in fact it might already be over. I'd know when I got to the house. If the door was locked instead of open I'd know that it was over.

The domination thing wasn't the whips, chains and ball gags kind. I believed that it was something that Mellissa was doing so she could lay in bed next to her husband and say to herself:

"I'm not really cheating. I don't want to do it, but he is making me. I can't stop him. I've tried, but I can't stop him" or some kind of shit like that. Whatever, I decided that I was going to take as much of Mellissa as she would let me have. I had no doubt that if she decided to end it she would and firmly.

Surprise, surprise. The front door was not only not locked, but was even open just a crack when I got there and when I walked into the bedroom I found her just as I'd told her to be. She looked at me and asked:

"What's in the bag?"

"Astroglide."

"What do you need that for?"

"It will make things easier when I push my cock in your ass."

"I don't do that."

"You don't do that with anyone else maybe, but you will do it with me."

"I don't wa..."

"When are you going to wake up to the fact that what you want or don't want doesn't mean shit to me? When you are with me what I want is all that counts." 

I tossed her the bag and she caught it and set it on the bed next to her and then she watched me while I stripped off my clothes. I wondered what she was thinking because it would be the first time she saw me with my clothes off. She didn't burst out laughing or get a look of disgust on her face so I took that as a good sign.

I moved onto the bed next to her and then spun around and moved over her into a 'sixty-nine' and said, "You know what to do." As I buried my face in her pussy I felt her twist a bit under me and then I felt her hot mouth close around my cock. After several minutes I moved, pulled out of her mouth, pulled her up and maneuvered her onto her hands and knees. As I pushed into her she gasped and moaned.

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes." As I felt her push back at me she moaned, "This isn't right damn you." I gripped her hips and drove myself into her. "Not right; not right you bastard...oh God, oh God fuck me damn you, fuck me."

I picked up the pace and was pounding her hard when the bedside phone rang. "Shit! Not now" she cried, "Not now' and she tried to pull away from me to get to the phone. I held her and kept fucking her.

"Let me go. Damn you Rob, let me go."

"No. You're busy right now."

"I have to answer it. It's Paul."

"So what?"

"He's my husband damn it; I have to take his call."

"He's nobody. He's just someone you know when you are with me. He is of no consequence when you are with me. When we are alone together you are mine. I own you."

"What am I going to tell him when he asks why I didn't answer the phone?"

"Tell him you were busy fucking me or tell him some lie. Up to you or you can answer and talk to him while I'm still fucking you. Makes no never mind to me."

The phone stopped ringing and she cried, "You bastard! You worthless bastard!"

"Worthless? Worthless?"

I stopped fucking her and started to pull back.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm worthless right? You shouldn't be wasting your time with a worthless bastard."

"God damn you Rob! Don't you dare stop now. Fuck me Rob; please don't stop fucking me."

"Are you sure?"

"Damn you Rob, fuck me!"

I shoved back into as hard as I could and she grunted and then cried, "Oh yes! Yes yes yes yes!! Harder, fuck me harder."

I know that she had orgasms, but I wasn't paying any attention. I concentrated on reaching my own and when I got it I felt like I was shooting into her with the force of a fire hose. I shot so hard I half expected to see cum squirt out of her mouth. I pulled out and Mellissa fell to the bed. I stayed on my knees and said:




The Layoff



"You know what to do now."

She turned onto her back and looked up at me and I saw on her face that she was going to refuse.

"Do it now!" I snarled, "Or I'll sit on the edge of the bed with my hand on the phone and wait for your hubby to call back. What do you think his reaction will be to my answering the phone?" I looked at my watch and said, "You have sixty seconds. After that I won't let you do it and I'll sit here with my hand on the phone if it takes until tomorrow."

I looked at the second hand on my watch and after forty seconds Mellissa moved and her mouth started working on my cock. When she was done she fell back on the bed and looked up at me as if to say:

"Okay, what's next?"

Before I could say anything the phone rang and Mellissa rolled over on her stomach and answered it. It was Paul. She lied and told him that she was on the toilet when he called earlier and then they talked about the things married couples talk about while I knelt there and looked at Mellissa's perfect heart shaped ass. 

I smiled and moved and straddled her legs as I reached for the bag I'd tossed to her earlier. I took the Astroglide out of the bag and coated the fingers of my right hand. Mellissa tensed when she felt my fingers slide between her ass cheeks and then she suddenly realized what I intended to do. She tried to squirm away from me, but I had her legs pinned. She couldn't very well turn and tell me to stop while she was on the phone with Paul now could she? 

I heard a slight gasp as my first finger entered her ass and then I heard her tell Paul that it was nothing. She was drinking a Coke with ice and an ice cube has slipped out of the glass and fallen on her breast. Next she had to explain that she was sitting in bed naked reading and that's why the gasp when the ice cube fell onto her naked breast. Then she had to explain that she was sitting in bed naked because she was horny and playing with herself.

Just about the time I worked a second finger into her butt hole she lost it and hollered through the phone:

"Because I'm horny as hell and I need a cock and you aren't here. What the fuck is with all the fucking questions?"

"No! I'm not in the mood anymore."

I poured some Astroglide between the crack of her ass and worked a third finger into her while she apologized for blowing up at him and then there was the usual "I miss you and I wish you were here" followed by "Hurry home baby, I need you" just before she hung up. As soon as the handset was in the cradle she yelled:

"What the fuck are you doing?" as she tried to get out from under me. I held her down and said, "I'm getting your ass ready to fuck."

"I told you I don't do that. I don't even let Paul do that."

"I already told you that I don't give a shit what you want. I own you bitch. Your mouth is mine, your cunt is mine and your ass is mine and if you never give it to Paul that's between the two of you, but I'm taking it."

I got off of her legs and pulled her up to her knees. The moment of truth came when I let go of her hips to coat my cock with Astroglide. I wasn't holding her or pinning her down and all she had to do was pull away and scurry off the bed. She didn't move. I aimed my cock at her rosebud and pushed against it. She still didn't move. I grabbed her hips and leaned into her. She gasped as I pushed into her and moaned:

"You bastard, you filthy bastard. I don't want this."

But when I took my hands off of her hips and held myself still she didn't try to pull away. I slowly fucked her tight hole and after a couple of minutes I felt her push back a little. I kept at it slow and easy as she moaned:

"Dirty, dirty, not right, disgusting, oooh God."

I pulled back until I was almost out of her and then stopped.

"No, damn it, no" she cried as she drove herself back on my cock. I smiled and went back to fucking her ass. I'd already cum so many times that night that it took me forever to bust my nut, but I finally managed to send a load to join the shit I'd already packed. I held myself in her as I drained and she kept wiggling her butt. I knew she wanted more. I knew that despite all of her protestations that she had liked a cock in her ass. She could bitch, whine and complain all she wanted, but I knew she had loved it.

She fell to the bed gasping and rolled over to look up at me and said:

"No! No fucking way am I going to clean it off with my mouth."

"You damned well would if I wanted you to, but I don't. I'm not done with you yet and I don't want to kiss you with shit on your lips."

She gave me an evil look and said, "Maybe I want to clean it after all."

I got off the bed and walked into the bathroom and was washing my cock when she came in and sat down on the toilet. She took care of her business while watching me. I looked at her and said:

"When was the last time you work up in bed next to a man who wasn't Paul?"

"Never."

"Another first for you then."

I went back into the bedroom and laid down on my back and waited for Mellissa to come back into the room. She walked through the door and saw how I was lying and she hesitated a bit and then climbed on the bed and her hand reached for my limp cock. She looked at it, up at me and then back at the cock and then she bent her head and took it in her mouth. It took her a long time and I wasn't even sure that I could pop again, but she did coax a small load out of me and she swallowed it.

When it was soft she let it plop out of her mouth and then she looked at me and licked her lips. With one finger she wiped up a stray drop that had escaped her mouth, licked her finger clean and then moved up to settle in beside me. "You are such an asshole" she said and then she rolled onto her side and seconds later I heard the soft easy breathing of someone asleep.

++++++++++++++++

In the morning I awoke with my cock in Mellissa's mouth and when I was awake enough and hard enough Mellissa handed me the Astroglide and without a word moved up onto her hands and knees.

It was easier going the second time and I didn't get any of the "dirty, filthy, disgusting" that I had gotten the night before. I did get a "yes, oh fuck yes" and a couple of "fuck me damn you, fuck me" cries. It took me a long time and once again I wasn't sure that I would be able to cum after all that I'd done since closing time the night before. I worked at it and I sweated bullets, but I finally did cum although I'm not sure much came out but dust.

When I pulled out she fell to the bed, rolled to the edge and got up. She muttered "I don't understand how something so dirty and perverted can feel so good" and then she padded into the bathroom and seconds later I heard the shower start running. I thought about joining her and scrubbing her back while she scrubbed mine, but gave it up as a bad idea. It would only lead us back to the bed and what with the mornings and previous evening's activities I wasn't all that sure that I could perform. Up until then I'd given a pretty good account of myself. Best I leave it in Mellissa's mind that I was a stud.

When she came out I went and took my shower and when I'd dressed and gone downstairs I found her in the kitchen pouring herself a cup of coffee. She showed me where the cups were and pointed out the cream and sugar on the counter.

"I'm not much of a morning person. Breakfast is not my forte. If you need something to start your day Denny's is open."

She took a sip of her coffee and then said, "I have no idea why I allowed what happened to happen. I don't know how I let it get away from me like I did. I love my husband and he damned sure didn't deserve what I just did to him. I let you do things to me that I have never let and never will let Paul do to me and I don't know why. What I do know is that it will never happen again. Are we clear on that?"

I took a sip of my coffee and then looked her right in the eye as I said:

"Sure. Whatever you say. Your word is law. You got it! Your wish is my command. You da boss. Until the next time you come after me. I didn't start this, you did. You fucking well knew what was going to happen when you stripped in front of me and then grabbed my cock. None of it is on me. I let you tease me for over three years and never once made a move on you and we would have gone on that way another ten or twenty. You are the one who changed things, not me.

"Even after that first time I stayed away from you and again it was you who came after me so don't give me any of this "Are we clear on this" shit! You keep your hands to yourself and we don't have a problem. How about being clear on that if we are going to be clear on things?"

I put my cup down and walked out of her house.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Mellissa stayed clear of me for the next two weeks and I wondered how long it would be until she made her next move. I didn't have long to wait. Friday Paul called me into the office and had me take a seat. Mellissa was at her desk, but not looking at me. Paul said:

"There isn't any easy way to do this so I guess I'd better just get it done. Business has slowed down and money has started to get tight. Mellissa has gone over and over the books and we don't see anyway we can continue on with our current payroll. You know how it goes Rob. Last in first out and you were my last hire. I have your final check here" and he handed it to me. "It has four weeks severance included, a weeks pay for every year and part year you have been here and I of course will give you a glowing letter of reference. Again I'm sorry. I wish it could be some other way."

I stood up and so did he and he offered me his hand and I took it and we shook. I glanced over at Mellissa and she was looking at me. No smile or smirk, but I could tell from her eyes and the set of her mouth what she was thinking.

"If there is no temptation there is no problem."

Paul was to my left and he couldn't see it when I smiled at Mellissa and winked. I turned and left the office. 



The Layover



The phone rings and Nick answers it. "Hello." 

"Hi Nick, its Mike." 

"What in the world are you doing in town?" Says Nick. 

"Well, I'm not really in town. I'm at the airport. I was on my way home from business in California. I was supposed to have a one-hour layover here in Denver, but they have had some kind of mechanical problem with the plane, and there are no other flights out to Connecticut until the morning. I thought I would just call and say hello to you and your beautiful wife. Is she there?" 

"No, I'm afraid not." Says Nick. "She is out for the afternoon with some of her girl friends." 

"Too bad, well tell her I hope I don't miss her next time I fly through, and I'm sorry I missed her this time. Take care of yourself. Maybe I'll see you guys next summer." 

"What do you mean? You don't think I'm going to let you sit in the airport all night. I'll be right out to pick you up. We can stop on the way back and pick up some steaks for the grill, and you can tell Marley how close she came to missing you yourself." 

"Great." I say. "I'll wait out on the curb in front of United Airlines Arrivals." 

We get back to the house and find you already out on the patio, getting ready to light the grill. You had found the note Nick left for you when you had come home. You were so excited that you were going to see me again. 

"Hi guys! I've already made a pitcher of Margarita's. You'll find them on the table at pool side." You have a pair of cut off jeans on, the kind that have little strings hanging down completely around each leg, so they look more torn than cut. They are very tight and I can't help but glance at your cute ass. You have on one of those tops that kind of looks like a sweatshirt all stretched at the neck and cut off at the middle of your tummy, but it really isn't a sweatshirt. It is stretched out at the top though, and when you lean over to light the charcoal, I can't help myself. I take a quick look down the front of the shirt and I can see the tops of your breasts with their little "eraser" nipples sticking out. 

I walk over, bend down and give you a little "peck" on the cheek, take another quick peek down the front of your shirt, say hello, and then say, "Would you guys excuse me for a minute, I'm about to bust my bladder. I've had to go to the bathroom ever since I left the airport. I'll be right back." 

And with that I leave you lighting the fire and Nick pouring a round of Margaritas for the three of us, and I head for the bathroom, hoping Nick did not see the bulge in the front of my pants. 

When I get inside the bathroom, I quickly shut the door, drop my pants, and sit down on the toilet. My erection is so hard and sticking straight up so much, that I'm lucky I don't really have to piss, because I don't think I can bend or push it far enough down that I could direct the stream into the bowl. I'd be more apt to pee straight up in the air. I think to myself, I've got to get rid of this hard on; there's no way I can walk around in front of Nick and Marley with it like this. 

As I glance around, I notice that behind the door is a clothes hamper and right on top is a pair of your silk panties. I reach over and grab them, and as my right hand grabs my hard cock and starts to work its way up and down over it, my left hand brings your panties up to my face. I take a deep breath in and can smell the muskiness where those soft silk panties had been pressed against your pussy. Oh man, my hard just gets harder. I take the panties, wrap them around my swollen dick, and then start working them up and down. God, does that feel good. So soft and silky. I lean back, close my eyes, and pretend that it's your hand that is fucking those panties with my cock. It feels so good, that it doesn't take many strokes to bring me to the point where I shoot my load of cum into those silk panties. (Boy, I hope she doesn't notice this big wet sticky spot in her panties when she goes to do her wash). 

Now I put my flaccid little dick back in my pants and go back outside to the deck. 

Nick says, "Come on man and have a drink. You look like you could use one, and besides, you're behind, Marley and I are on our second one already." 

"Thanks." I say, taking the drink from the table, hoping that Nick doesn't notice my "flushed" look. We cook the steaks up along with some baked potatoes on the grill. Several times while Nick and I are sitting and downing our Margaritas, I get a chance to steal a glance down the front of your shirt. I swear there were a couple of times when I thought I actually got a glance of what looked like pussy hairs hanging out below the edge of your short shorts. 

"Hey we're out of Margaritas." Nick says. "I'll go make some more." 

We are sitting across from one another at the table making small talk when Nick returns with our fifth pitcher of Margaritas. It seems like each pitcher has gotten progressively stronger, and this one is an award winner if I've ever had one. 

"It looks like the steaks are done." I say. 

You get up and serve us all a steak and baked potato full of sour cream, chives, and bacon bits. We all agree as we eat and drink, that this is what life is truly all about. When we finish eating, Nick and I clear the table, while you make another pitcher of drinks. Good thing you have an automatic icemaker we note. Now back out to the patio table we go. The sun has set, and it is a beautiful cloudless, starlit night. It's also quite warm, being the middle of July. 

As we are all sitting there talking and drinking, Nick says, "Why don't we all go in the pool and cool off?" 

"Great idea." Says you. 

"But I don't have a suit." Says me. 

Nick says, "That's all right, you don't have to have a suit to swim here. With the new fence I put in, the neighbors can't see into the yard, and besides, Marley just loves to skinny dip, don't you sweetheart? We'll turn our backs while she strips and gets in the pool. Then she can turn away while we get in. After we are in the water, you really can't see anything anyway. Go ahead Marley, get undressed and get in the pool." 

Nick turns his back on you. I quickly turn away also, grabbing my Margarita, gulping half of it, and hoping that I can get undressed and into the water before I get another "boner" that might be seen. 

Behind our backs you quickly unbutton your shorts slide them down your slim, beautifully tanned legs to the deck and step out of them. With one swift movement, you free your tits to the warm night air then dive headfirst into the deep end of the pool. 

Hearing the splash Nick turns around, removes his shirt, throwing it on a chair, unzips his trousers, lets them drop to the deck around his ankles, and steps out of them. He turns, takes a sip from his drink, while I notice that he is not wearing underwear, and his fairly large dick hangs between his legs. 

It seems that men will always "check out" the other's "equipment." Mostly out of curiosity I think. I've never known a man that was envious of another man's cock. 

"Well come on, man." Says Nick. "Let's get in the water." And with that, he dives in to the deep end also. 

I quickly drop my pants to the deck. Funny how many men don't wear any underwear anymore. I throw my shirt over on top of Nick's, take a last quick drink of my Margarita, and cannon ball into the pool. While flying through the air, I could have sworn that I saw you take a quick peek at me. 

"You're right." I exclaim. "This is great. The water feels especially good when you are naked." 

I watch Nick swim around and under you and hear you giggle as he touches you here and there. I notice that the tops of your boobs kind of float on the surface of the pool. I try not to be too obvious in my glances towards you, and I try to maintain a "respectful" distance between you and myself. 

After 10 or 15 minutes of frolicking around, you say, "I don't know about you guys but I've cooled off. I'm going to get out and have another drink." You swim over to the ladder and with your back to us, you climb out. I can see the crack of your ass with little drops of water all over, glistening in the moonlight. You glance over your shoulder as you head into the house, saying that you will be right back. 

Nick says, "We might as well have another drink too. Come on, there are some towels in the pool house." He swims to the ladder and climbs out. By the time I reach the ladder and climb out, he has wrapped a towel around his waist and is starting to sit down at the table. I figure well, with no dry clothes, I guess we wear towels now, so I grab my towel, wrap it around my waist, and sit down at the table too. 

We are sitting there talking, starting on our Margaritas, when you walk out of the house. You have on one of the sexiest little naughty nighties I have ever seen in my life. It's very sheer and leaves nothing to the imagination. I can see your nipples and areolas through the top, and a beautiful triangular dark patch through the bottoms. You walk slowly from the door, across the deck, to the chair at the table opposite Nick and I. The light from the front room silhouetting your body as you move. 

There is no way I could have hid my glances at you this time. Glances hell. I was caught outright staring at your loveliness. 

As I took a deep drink from my glass, I could feel the towel rising from my lap. Trapped now. No hiding this hard on. 

Looking across at you, Nick says, "She's beautiful isn't she Mike?" I mumbled into my glass. "I've noticed you looking at her all night." 

Uh oh, here it comes. Now I have absolutely had it. 

"She has beautiful tits doesn't she, Mike? I know you've been admiring them all evening. Would you like to touch and kiss them?" 

It must be booze? I thought. 

"I know you and Marley loved one another once, and I think you still love one another now. I'm like Marley. I think a person can love and be loved by more than one person. Marley, I think Mike is afraid that I don't mean it. Why don't you show him that I'm not kidding." 

With that you stand, slowly reach up and untie the top of the nightie. You don't take it off; you just part it in the middle wide enough that each little nipple is peeking out. 

You walk slowly over to me and bend over, sticking one nipple into my mouth. As I start to suck on it, I cautiously glance around you, over at Nick. He has removed his towel and is stroking his cock to awakening. 

As I continue to suck on your nipple, you say, "He means it Mike, don't be afraid of anything." You reach down and take my towel from my lap, exposing my cock, once again standing straight up. 

You reach down and take it in your right hand, and say "Come with me." Pulling me gently to my feet by my cock, you walk over to Nick, reach down with your left hand and take his cock also. Now you walk slightly ahead of the two of us, each arm angling back behind you, two fists full of cock, you guide us inside into the bedroom. 

When we get there, you place the two of us side by side on the bed. You kneel at our legs looking down at us; "This is more than I could ever hope for." You say and lean over to take Nick's cock into your mouth. 

We both lay there watching you slide his cock in and out of your mouth, as you reach over with your hand and gently stroke mine, pausing occasionally to fondle my balls. Switching, you start mouthing my cock and stroking Nick's with your hand. 

"I want to try something you guys. Slide over close together. Now kind of lean up on your sides a little." Doing this brings our swollen cocks side by side. "They almost look like twins don't they?" You say. 

You lean down and with your hands wrapped around both our cocks, you squeeze them together, side by side, open your mouth and start to place it around the heads of both our cocks. 

You stop there and run your tongue back and forth over the two cockheads that are side by side. You let your saliva drop down onto our cocks and then open your mouth as wide as possible. Nick and I watch, disbelieving as both of our cocks disappear into your lush mouth together. With your other hand, you alternately fondle our balls back and forth. 

I say, "Lets see if we can blow together, Nick. Give our favorite girl something she will never forget. I'll try to hold back as long as I can." 

"No problem." Says Nick. "As good as this feels I'm not going to last long anyway." 

We here a muffled "Umm Huh" from you which we take to mean that you are in agreement. You work your mouth up and down our cocks, gradually increasing your speed. I can feel spit running on down my sac now, down into the crack of my butt. My God that feels so good. 

Nick says, "I'm about ready now, are you Mike?" 

I say, "Let it rip, partner." You start really sliding up and down our cocks now as fast as you can go. 

"AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" Goes Nick. 

"SSSHHHIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!" Goes Mike. 

"UUHHHMMMUUHHHMMUUHHHHMMMM" Goes Marley. 

Although you swallow most of it, because of the size of the two large cocks in your mouth, you don't really make a tight seal all the way around, between your lips and our cocks. There are openings between your lips and our cocks where our cocks rest side by side. Through these openings, we can see some of our "communal cum" oozing from your mouth, sliding down the sides of our cocks, dripping all the way down into our asses. 

After we both ejaculated, what seemed like a pint in your mouth, we both started to shrink in size. You kept both of our penises in your mouth the whole time, sucking ferociously, trying to get the last drops of our cum. 

When you're finished, you rise, lean over, and give me a deep, deep French kiss that tastes terrific. You then lean over and do the same thing to Nick. After Nick kisses you, he sits up, licks a little drop of wetness from his upper lip, and says, "Marley, do you want Mike to fuck you?" 

"Oh yes!" you say. 

"Do you want to fuck her, Mike?" 

"Are you really sure it's ok?" I ask. "You really don't mind me fucking your wife?" 

"Look," Nick says. "We all know that we love one another. If you love one another, then I see nothing wrong in making one another happy, and I know that you fucking her would make Marley happy, and if she's happy, I'm happy...but I get to watch." 

With that, I lean over and start kissing you on the mouth. I feel the bed move a little as Nick gets into a more comfortable position to watch our love making, as he starts playing with his dick. I caress you gently, running my hands from tit to tit to pussy and back to tit again. I just can't touch you enough, in enough places to satisfy either of us. I slide my kisses from your mouth down to your breasts, kissing and licking and sucking first the right, and then the left. I travel down your tummy to your little honey pot. As I start to tongue the lips of your pussy, I hear Nick say something about how much you like a wet tongue inside your pussy. I more than willingly make that desire come true, as I stick my tongue as deeply inside of you as I can get it, wiggling it back and forth against the inner walls of your cunt. I rise from your snatch, lean upward to where I can kiss you as I move into a straddling position over you. 

Nick says "Don't mind me." As he moves into a position below us, and up close so he can see the head of my now rock hard cock trying to split the mouth of your pussy. As I hear him say "Let me help." I feel him take my dick and guide it into the opening between your legs. 

"Thanks Nick. I owe you one." 

Now that my cock is dead center of your love nest, I start to gently push down. Bit by bit, with Nick watching, my cock disappears into your beautiful wet pussy. Now we are moving in unison, in and out, up and down. This is something that we both have wanted for so long, we can't believe our dream has finally come true. Especially, coming true with Nick watching it all. 

As our excitement builds, you say, "Hurry Mike, I want your cum inside me. I want to feel you squirt my insides down." 

"She's ready to come, Mike, let her have what she wants." Says Nick. 

"You've got it darling, here it comes." and I start pumping fast and hard. 

As I start to ejaculate into your pussy I hear you saying "Oh God, I can feel it. It's hitting the bottom of my cunt. Oh, it feels so good! Don't stop, please, don't stop." 

I pound into you four or five more times squirting each time, until I'm spent. Then I lean down and kiss you on the mouth and whisper "I love you, Marley." 

"I love you too." You answer. 

Now Nick lies down on his back next to you, as I roll over to your other side. Nick takes his cock in his hand and points it straight up. "Marley, come sit on this, would you? I'm so excited from watching you two fuck, I can hardly stand it." 

Getting into a squatting position over Nick, with your back to his face, you lower yourself down to impale yourself onto his hard cock. I move down and around to a position between Nick's outstretched legs, to where I'm on my stomach facing upwards in the bed, where I can see his cock starting to disappear into that warm slot of yours that I just vacated seconds ago. 

You have somehow put your hands behind you and are supporting yourself, a hand on each side of Nick's torso, and you are raising and lowering yourself onto his bulging round cock. 

"I told you I owed you one, Nick. Let me make sure you two maintain enough lubricant to slide it in and out easily." I move up to where I can start to flick your clit with the tip of my tongue. I lick what edges of your pussy lips are available, with that cock in it. As you raise yourself up to where only the tip of Nick's penis is still in you, I can see my cum from awhile ago, oozing out of your pussy and running down the underside of his prick. I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea and think I'm gay or something, but that is mine and it's coming from you, and I want it. 

I reach forward placing my tongue right at the juncture of Nick's balls and his pecker, and I cup my tongue as I lick upward, collecting my cum and your juices, until I reach the opening of your pussy. As I reach it, you start to lower yourself back down upon Nick's cock, and as you do you take my head in your hands, and pull me upward to your face. Looking me in the eyes and smiling, you say "Oh no you don't. That's mine. You gave it to me, and I want it back." and you pull my lips to yours. Parting my lips, you suck my tongue into your mouth and take back what is yours, as you start to moan, and you and Nick climax together. 

We are all lying on our backs, side by side. Me, then you, then Nick, all hand in hand. "I love you Mike. I love you Nick." 

"We love you too." Nick and I say at the exact same time, and the three of us drift off to sleep… three people in love.



The Layover



The cost of the plane ticket was so cheap it was irresistible.  This stay-at-home mom was ready for a long weekend away, just doing some hanging out with the girls and having some fun.  I booked the flight immediately, not caring that I had a 2 hour layover in the middle of it, then counted the days until my break from reality.

Flying out of my hometown was like passing through a portal.  The further I got from home, the more relieved I was of all my responsibilities.  I soaked up every minute of it, relaxing to a point I hadn’t been to in a lot of months.  When my plane touched down at my connection, though, my pulse began to quicken.  I had a secret that only me and one other person knew about.

A man I know lives near the city that I was making my connecting flight in.  I had sent him an email with my flight number and arrival time, hoping that maybe, just maybe he would be able to come by and spend some time with me since I was so close.  Just to see his face, touch him, and talk to him in person for once instead of online would be the high point of my vacation.  I was so excited, just by the prospect that he might show up.  I tried not to get my hopes up as I left my gate and started to walk slowly to the nearest place to get a drink, and pass the time until my next flight was called.

The terminal was crowded but there he was.  I saw him right away.  Standing right there, looking cool and calm and handsome.  It was almost a shock to see him in person, after only looking at him in pictures for so long.  I was nervous and happy and excited all at once as I walked towards him.  I could feel his eyes sweep all over me, and a hot flush followed wherever his eyes went.  It felt sexy and wonderful to slide into his arms for a big bear hug, and the current of electricity that shot through me sent my heart pounding.  

He placed his hand on the small of my back and we walked along, not saying much but sensing each other’s nearness, and the heat it was generating.  His hand resting lightly just at the curve at the top of my butt was warm and strong, and distracting!  I was having trouble making and holding a conversation.  I knew this would happen, given the nature and history of our online chats.  I couldn’t seem to focus on anything but that warm strong hand moving ever so slightly against me.

The food court was just a short walk through the terminal and we were almost there.  As we passed a large throng of people at phones and restrooms, I felt him hesitate just a moment.  Then the hand on my back applied a little pressure to steer me to the side, to someplace I couldn’t quite see through the crowd of people.  His other hand reached out and grabbed a doorknob, and then I was pulled inside.

It was a restroom, one of those unisex rooms for families.  It was spacious and empty and clean, and we were suddenly in it, all alone.  He locked the door and turned to me with a mischievous smile that thrilled me and scared me all at once.  We dove into each other hard then.  All the decorum and manners we had shown outside in the terminal were gone, and the animal instinct that had been building up for so long took over.  I had imagined kissing him like this so many times, and it was better than my mind had ever dreamed it could be.

Bodies pressed, lips locked and tongues battling, we pawed each other like we were drowning.  Hands in each other’s shirts, hips driven into each other, we were powerless to stop this.  Wrong or right, this was happening and neither of us was willing to break away.  His chest was broad and warm and solid, and felt just right against my breasts.  My nipples were rock hard and begging for attention just from the feel of it.  His fingers found their way into my bra and I moaned softly as they touched my fevered flesh.  His hot mouth was on my neck as I flung my head back, giving myself to his attentions.  

My hands roamed his body as he kissed and nibbled my neck and ears and face.  My fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, trying to get to the hot flesh I could feel underneath.    His wonderful strong hands released me from my sweater and then my bra, leaving our bare torsos to rub against one another.  My explorations found his cock, rock hard and straining against his pants.  I yanked on his belt and jeans, tugging and working to free him from the restriction of them, eager to see and feel what was hiding beneath.  

His hands were up under my skirt now, seeking and finding the way to my center.  My stockings were removed with one quick move, leaving me bare to his exploring fingers.  I was so hot and wet and ready by then.  We kissed again, hot and strong and searching kisses, driving both of us crazy with the heat of it all. My arms were circled up around his neck, my fingers tracing across his jaw and neck.  Without warning, he broke away from the kiss and gave me the look again, the same one he gave when he first locked the door, staring straight into my eyes. I knew I was in for it now and I couldn’t wait!

Suddenly, strong hands encircled my ribs and lifted me off my feet, sitting me up on the countertop.  His jeans hit the floor and my skirt was pushed up around my waist.  We were eye to eye now, staring each other down as he came forward.  He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass to the edge of the counter, and I just had to wrap my legs around his hips. I gasped as he pushed his throbbing hardness against my clit, moving around so slowly, stroking his cock with his hand while he rubbed my bud with his precum.  He pressed the tip just barely into my opening, and his fingers took their turn at my clit.  

The heat and pressure of his hand, and the tension that had been building between us all added up to a quick and powerful orgasm that I had no control over.  It came on like a freight train and left me reeling, unable to breathe for a moment.  He seized the moment of my weakness and plunged into my hot box, driving all the way in with one powerful stroke.  I screamed out loud, feeling my center clamping down on him with the force of the orgasm I was still having.  He withdrew slowly and then drove in deep, again and again, torturing me with his hard thrusts.  

Just as suddenly as he started, he stopped.  My whimper of protest was silenced with a hot kiss, then he pulled away.  He dropped down and buried his face in my soaking wet pussy, making me moan loudly once more.  His tongue was ruthless in its assault on my bud, punishing me with it.  I knew I would cum again, and soon, and he seemed to sense it too.  He brought me right to the brink, and then stopped.  His big hands fell upon my hips, pulling me down from the counter and standing me on my feet.  I buried my face into his chest, leaving a few kisses and bites on his nipples, and delighting in the feeling of his hot hard body against mine.

His hands on my hips turned me from him, towards the counter and the big mirror above it.  We were staring at each other in the mirror, fueling the hot fire burning between us now.  He bent me slightly at the waist and entered me from behind, burying his hot hardness deep inside me.  We held each other’s eye, never breaking the stare while he drove his cock over and over again into my hot box.  As I felt my orgasm approaching, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, and was surprised by a hard slap to my butt!  My eyes flew open and found his in the mirror.

“Look at me” he said.  “I want to see your eyes when you cum.  Don’t look away.”

I had never done that before, looked anyone in the eyes while I reached my peak.  His rhythm picked up, and his fingers reached around to find my nipples to give them a light pinch.  I was going over the edge, not daring to take my eyes away from his.  It was unnerving and deeply personal and incredibly sensual.  I came with a force I didn’t know was possible, all the while staring into his eyes, baring everything and hiding nothing.

My knees were weak now and barely able to hold me up anymore, but it seems he had thought of that too.  He slowly withdrew from my throbbing hole, sliding his hands up to my shoulders, and turning me to face him.  Soft kisses covered my face and lips, reassuring me and soothing me. Gently, his hands applied downward pressure on my shoulders, sending me to knees before him, and I happily went about doing what he wanted so badly.  

My mouth was wet and hot and waiting, hungrily taking him in.  My fingers slid around to his ass, sinking fingernails into the flesh there.  I greedily licked and sucked his hard cock, tasting his precum, swirling my tongue around the tip.  I slid a hand up onto his shaft, encircling it with my fingers, stroking it while my tongue danced across the head.  Drawing him deeply into my mouth, sucking as my hand held and tightened on his balls, cupping them lightly, gently squeezing, feeling them tighten as his orgasm approached.

Now his hands are back on my shoulders, pulling me upward, stopping me from taking him all the way.  He swung me around, pinning me up against the wall, trapping me with his hard body.  Entering me hard and fast and deep, pounding into my pussy, driving both of us to the release we both wanted so much.  Oblivious to the crowds and noise just on the other side of the door, I let out a moan and came with force, bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts.  My climax rocked me and then he is there too, grinding into me, moaning and filling me with it, taking us both for the ride of our lives.

We broke away, sweating and shaking, smiling too.  A few sweet kisses, and we started to look for our flung clothing, laughing a little.  After we dressed, we slid back out into the crowd, joining the hustle and bustle as if we hadn’t left.  We spent the remainder of my time there sitting in a corner of one of the eateries, sipping hot cups of tea and talking about everything.  I enjoyed his intelligence and his charm as much as I enjoyed every other part of him and I relished these few minutes with him all to myself.  When it was time to for me to go, we parted with a warm, hard hug and a big smile, not knowing if such a wonderful encounter could ever happen again.  But secretly hoping that it would, someday.  What an excellent way to start my vacation!



The Layover



The last I'd heard from Marie was a big brush-off.

"I sincerely appreciate your interest," her e-mail said, "but I should probably tell you that I'm happily involved with someone else. I apologize if anything I did suggested otherwise."

We had met the previous fall at the university, where she was a student in the class I was teaching as part of my graduate assistantship. She was a senior in pre-med, and the class was a general education requirement she should have taken care of her first or second year. Being a few years older made a big difference: her ideas were consistently more sophisticated than those of the other students, and this alone would have made her stand out. But as it happened, I also found her incredibly beautiful. She was a slight, short, girl, the daughter of Chinese immigrants, and her choice in clothing was generally conservative. Still, when she wore shorts I couldn't help but notice her smoothness of her legs, and the sandals she wore showed off a beautiful pair of feet with painted toenails. Her brown eyes always widened when she laughed, which sometimes gave my cock an urgent, projected throb. She sat in the front row, and was always concerned about grades, which made her personality seem somewhat bookish. Yet she could also be playful and sarcastic and sometimes called me "teacher" instead of my first name, which is what I asked my students to call me. Maybe it was something in the way she said that word, "teacher," or in the number of times she came to my office to ask me questions throughout the semester. 

Whatever it was, I optimistically wrote to her as soon as the semester was over and invited her to lunch. That was when she wrote back with the message. I started double-guessing myself and concluded that no, she hadn't really done anything to encourage me, and I felt embarrassed that my own interest had been so obvious when it didn't seem to be reciprocated. I saw her only once the next term. She said she had been accepted to med school, and would be starting in the fall. That, I assumed, was the end.

But the following year I was going back to school after winter break, and my connecting flight was overbooked. Those of us who didn't make it onto the plane got coupons we could use on the next flight out-which wasn't until the following morning. So there I was, stuck overnight in Houston with nothing to do but watch TV in a hotel room paid for by the airline. That's what it looked like, at least, until it hit me as I checked in that the last time I talked with Marie she said Houston was where she was going to school. It was nearly 11:00 by the time I got to my room, but motivated by boredom and bravery I went ahead and checked the phone book for her name. I was in luck. Not only was she listed, she was also home, answered the phone, and when I explained my situation she said she would love to get out of the house for a while and meet me, as she put it, "for drinks." The place where I was staying didn't have a bar, but a hotel across the street did, and we agreed that we'd meet there.

I tried to stay calm and tell myself not to get my hopes up. I wanted her, of course, as much as I always had, but there were good reasons to curb my lusty optimism. She could still be seeing that guy, and besides, she came off as being very level-headed, not prone to acting on impulse. We would probably just have a friendly conversation about neutral topics like school and the weather.

Marie saw me through the window from the parking lot, apparently, because she walked in with a big smile on her face and said, "Teacher!" and gave me a friendly hug that lasted a little longer than I thought it would. She'd cut her hair and was wearing glasses, but she moved the same, smiled the same, and the feeling of her body touching mine was enough to trigger an enormous hard-on. It curled up inside my jeans, straining to fully extend, and kept growing even as we walked toward a booth to be seated. 

The conversation got interesting in a hurry. She complained about med school taking all her time and how she was desperate for any kind of social life. Also, she had dumped the guy—"he wanted me to drop out of school so we could get married"—and she wondered aloud why she even bothered to still take the pill. That took me aback. Here we were, old friends sharing drinks at midnight, and she had just implied that she hadn't had sex in months, but was still prepared for it. And so it went. She touched my arm a couple times, and everything she said seemed to me like a sign, but I didn't trust myself to read them right. Near one o'clock, it felt like things were winding down. The drinks were gone, and we were out of things to talk about.

"It's kind of cold in here," she said.

"Yeah."

"I bet your room is warmer."

My voice disappeared, and all I could do was jut my chin forward as if I were giving the matter contemplation.

"Let's go," she said, and grabbed her purse as if to close the conversation without further discussion. "I've had too much to drink to drive right away."

Almost before I knew what was happening we had paid our bill, walked across the street, and found the door to my room. I was fumbling with the passcard, trying to get it out of my wallet as she stood beside me waiting. Eventually I found it, and we went inside.

"Wow," she said as we entered the room. "I really need to sit down."

For a moment, it seemed like there really was a logical—and Platonic—explanation for what was going on: just like she said back at the bar, she had gotten a little drunk and didn't want to drive home.

"Are you sick?" I said. "Are you going to be OK?"

"Oh, I'll be fine," she said. "I didn't drink that much."

"Alright."

"Other things happen to me when I drink, but I don't get sick."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me standing in front of her. She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but then just leaned backwards and let herself fall.

"Oh, God," she said. Now she was staring up at the ceiling, and her legs rested, motionless, off the edge of the bed. For a moment, neither of us said anything. I sat down on the chair at the desk and looked down at her sandaled feet on the carpet. The toes weren't painted. No time, I guessed.

"This is a little scandalous, isn't it?" she asked, without moving.

"What is?"

"Us being here."

I looked up and tried to read her expression. She was still staring straight up.

"Because I used to be your teacher?"

"No, just because."

She lifted her legs onto the bed and turned on her side so she faced the outer wall. Strangely, even as she looked away from me, that was the moment when I decided I couldn't sit still anymore. I got up and walked over to the bed, where I lay down as gently as I could along her back and put my hand on her hip. 

"What do you mean?" She didn't acknowledge my hand, but didn't move it, either. 

"I just mean that here you are, in town for one night, and we haven't seen each other in a long time."

"It's not a scandal if nobody knows about it," I said. I moved my hand down to her knee and back again, then tucked it into the fold halfway up her closed thighs.

She didn't say anything for a minute or two, and I noticed her eyes were shut. I wondered if maybe she was going to fall asleep. But then she said, somewhat drowsily, "You know what, teacher?"

"No."

She took a deep breath and adjusted the position of her head. Her eyes were still shut, and it was as if she was pretending to be someplace else.

"You were always my favorite."

Favorite what? I wondered.

"I used to fantasize about you."

Her eyelids flicked open, and now she was looking straight at the curtains that had been drawn across the window. I felt my heart pounding, but the rest of me was frozen. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was so dry it felt like nothing happened.

"What about?" I asked.

She shrugged and adjusted her head again.

"Your class drove me crazy. Every time you looked at me I felt myself get wet."

I thought, or maybe even whispered, "My God." Then I moved my face toward her, nuzzling my chin just behind her ear, and she made the awkward turn over to give me a very hard kiss. I felt her tongue on my lips and stuck mine out to meet her so that we were side by side, touching with open mouths as she widened her thighs to let my hand move farther up. We kept going, tongues slick and ticklish on each other as I began to rub my hand in circles against the denim heat between her legs.

She pulled away and looked down at my hand.

"You know what?" she said.

"What?"

"I'm soaking through my jeans." And then she was off the bed, standing with her weight on one leg with the other slightly bent, undoing the button-fly one by one. I began to touch the place where my cock strained through my own jeans, and watched in amazement as Marie pulled down her pants and then leaned forward to remove mine. When they were off, boxers and all, she sat me up, squatted on the floor between my thighs so she was at eye level with my cock, and began to suck it as she jacked me off. She looked so beautiful, rolling her head around and around, back and forth. Once she stopped and pulled back, taking my cock at the base with two fingers and pointing it straight up so she could admire the sheen her mouth had left along its length. Then she locked her eyes with mine and went back, touching the tip of her tongue to me and sliding it, very slowly, up to the top where she kissed the head and repeated the whole thing without breaking eye contact. As she closed her lips around me again, I whispered, "What were the fantasies?" And in between her swallows and licks, she said, "Fucking. You were fucking me, and the whole class was watching."

"In the room?"

She nodded gently and took my cock out of her mouth to say, "On the desk."

Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed me again, closing her lips around the pulsing shaft and slowly sliding them up and down. I watched her cheeks suck in as she drew up and off of my cock one more time.

Then she stood up and pulled my shirt off over my head. Now I was naked and stiff, watching as she stood before me and removed her own shirt. She was wearing a matching purple bra and barely-there panties, and I realized that she had dressed especially for this, planning my seduction from the moment I called. First she unclasped her bra, baring her modest breasts and nipples, and then she was pulling the panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them, and rising up perfectly nude. She was stunning. Her nipples jutted out, hard and anxious, and I saw at last the fullness of her legs, as well as the gorgeous curve where they came together. The sparse, dark hair was straight, not curly, and grew with perfect symmetry toward the middle. 

"It's so beautiful," I whispered, and fell to my knees so I could prod my face into the bush, which tickled my nose and gave off a pungent smell. She was absolutely soaked. She awkwardly shifted her weight over me, and I crouched down a little further to give her room to widen her stance. My tongue flicked out and began to work through the hair, while I moved one arm inside her legs so that I could stroke her pussy lips with my thumb. But they were so hot and so wet that I wound up taking two fingers and slipping them straight up inside her without even trying. She let out a sharp sigh and began to scratch the back of my head as I tilted upward and strained to find her clit. 

"Just fuck me," she said. Her legs were trembling and she was tugging at my hair. "With your dick, teacher. Take out your dick and fuck me."

I moved away just enough to look at her, seeing the white belly that turned up and away from me and led to her breasts. I let my fingers drop and sucked the juice off of them as she stepped to one side and lay down on the bed. When I stood up and saw her, it was almost more than I could bear. Marie was propped up on her elbows, a few strands of hair in her face, looking at my half-hard cock with an expression of impatience. Her legs were open. I put one knee down on the bed, then the other. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at my face as I leaned over her.

"I've wanted you for so long," I whispered. 

She said nothing, but lifted her legs straight up into the air as I felt the tip of my half-hard cock touch the wet warmth between them. I slid inside her effortlessly, and grew harder as I began to move back and forth. We were kissing, now, almost forcefully, and she locked her legs around me as I started to thrust. It seemed like I kept going deeper and deeper every time, sinking in all the way up to my balls, filling her up with a dick that felt longer and thicker than it ever had before. I thought I would explode, but I just kept going, as she bounced her hips with me and clenched her legs even tighter just below my ass, sticking her tongue in and out of my mouth with the same slow pleasure she had taken when she had given me head.

I paused with my cock all the way inside her and pushed myself up. I stayed still, but she kept going, swiveling her hips and rotating my hard prick around and around inside of her. Starting at her shoulders, I drew my fingertips down to the rosy points of her breasts, onto her stomach, and then let them rest on her sides, leaning back so I could see where my dick disappeared inside the lips of her pussy. The beautiful, smooth mat of her bush gleamed with sweat and come, and with her hands balled up into fists she hit the mattress over and over, saying "Fuck me, fuck me"—but she was the one doing all the fucking. Again and again she slid herself up and down my cock, her stomach muscles taut as she lifted her ass in the air to keep me inside of her. 

"Come on, teacher," she said. "Fuck me really hard."

I shoved my hands underneath her and supported the small of her back. Then I pushed forward, so hard that she slid a few inches closer to the center of the bed. A tremor passed through my cock as I pulled all the way out of her, then plunged in again. I did this over and over, going all the way out and all the way in, very slowly, and she responded by lifting her legs up over my shoulders. Now her pussy was lifted well off the bed, and I pulled one cheek of her ass to the side so that my balls would slam the hole between them.

Marie started gasping, moaning, shaking her head back and forth. She rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and middle finger for a while, and then pounded the bed with her fists again. I pulled my dick out and let it bob against her clit.

"Inside," she said. "Keep it inside."

I tapped her one more time and then gave her what she wanted, sliding back in and grinding my hips against her opened legs. With my cock fully pressed into her, I wet a finger with spit and reached underneath her again to the moist opening of her ass. As I touched the little hole with my fingertip she was panting heavily with anticipation, knowing what I was going to do. Then I pressed it in, very slowly, barely half an inch or so, and Marie did the rest. With her feet on the bed, she shot herself forward so that her ass was filled as deeply as it could be, and then all at once I was furiously pumping my cock in and out of her, feeling it all with my finger through the thin membrane of skin.

"Oh God," she said, and tried to say it again, but all that came out was a loud moan as she hit the bed with her fists. I pumped in and out of her, slowly but steadily, keeping the pace until she relaxed the arch of her back, loosened her fingers, and the only sound she was making was a rapidfire pant. She rolled her eyes back for a moment, then shut them and turned her face to one side. It was almost like the way she had looked when I first moved onto the bed, as if she were in another world. I couldn't believe it—I had gotten her off by fucking, and I was still hard at work, riding her dripping pussy. I could feel myself pulsing out to maximum thickness and back again, and just then she smiled and said, "You feel so good in me."

"I can't wait anymore," I said.

She opened her eyes. "Not inside, not inside." I slowly drew my finger out of her ass and she backed up on the bed so that my cock sprang out, shiny and slick. "Give it to me here. Right here," she said, touching the space between her breasts. I moved over her stomach and had barely even curled my fingers around my shaft when the pressure became too great. I moaned and began to come in thick, milky spurts that splattered up and down from her neck to her stomach.

I was still squeezing my cock, feeling it throb in wave after wave as I leaned forward and managed, somehow, to fall down beside her. She turned in, kissing me, pushing her tongue into my mouth and pressing her cum and sweat-drenched torso against mine. She threw one leg over me, grabbed my ass, and we stayed that way for a very long time.

We slept lightly, touching, kissing, and tasting each other until finally, at some point, I became aware that she was no longer beside me. I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. Then it stopped.

"Teacher."

I opened my eyes and saw Marie standing beside the bed, leaning over me and smiling. She was dressed and had her purse over her shoulder.

"Time to wake up," she said. "Your shuttle comes in 30 minutes."

Her voice alone was enough to make my cock stiffen and push against the sheet that covered me to the waist.

"A-minus," I said.

"What?"

"I'm your teacher, and that's your grade for seduction. A-minus."

She raised an eyebrow and sat down beside me.

"Why 'minus?'"

"For waiting so long."

"Sorry," she said. "I was always too scared." She traced her fingertips down my stomach, and gently closed her hand over my erection through the sheet. "I hate the idea of an A-minus on my permanent record, though. There must be something I can do."

She pulled the sheet back to reveal my hard-on, then leaned over to lick it from balls to crown. It twitched and began to grow.

"Maybe next time you"re in Houston, I could get some extra credit." 

She kissed me very lightly on the lips and walked to the door. She took one look back as she opened it, flashed her brown eyes at me, and then she was gone.



The Layover



The only words I could think of again were hot and sexy! Standing there greeting everyone, tall and commanding. Uniform crisp and fresh. A smile at each as they shuffled past. Some looked to be half asleep yet, barely mumbling in response. My job involved traveling a couple times a month at least. Always flying the same airline, so I recognized most of the crew. Including the Captain.

As usual the flight was short and uneventful. I toyed with the business card in my pocket as I stood to leave. The note on it was precise, to the point. It stated simply I wanted to meet when he next had an overnight layover. All I had to do now was slip it to him as I left today. He was the Pilot on the Monday and Friday flights landing here in my city. 

Which proved all too easy in the end. The travelers exiting ahead of me stopped to chat with the co-pilot. Leaving me standing right next to him. Slipping my card into his hand took seconds. Glancing down, he looked back up and grinned. With a wink, we heard how glad he was to have this weekend off to catch up on some rest. As I stepped off the plane, I was already making plans.

By Sunday afternoon I was going crazy. I was so sure he would call me, yet my telephone never rang. Staying in my apartment was making me nuts. I had to get out. Grabbing my purse, I headed for the door.

Stepping into the local bar, I looked around for any of my friends, hoping one or two might be around to boost my spirits. Not seeing any, I found a table in the corner. Dark and away from others, it fit my mood perfectly. Quickly ordering my favorite drink, I scanned the room again. 

After my second drink, I was beginning to relax a bit. But then my thoughts would go back to how I had hoped to spend my weekend. A few people wandered in and out of the place, yet it certainly wasn't very busy. Still not recognizing anyone, but not wanting to go home, I decided to stick around. 

A couple hours later, I was pretty drunk. Laughing along with a group of people I didn't even know, my mood was much lighter. When the guy next to me acted interested, I flirted back. Through eyes clouded with liquor, he looked handsome. Sexy. Dancing with him, I leaned close and sent him an invitation with my body. The answer from him was quite obvious even in my drunken stupor.

The bartender had already taken my car keys, calling a taxi now instead. Giving my address, we whispered and teased in the backseat the entire way. The walk up the sidewalk seemed to take forever, but we finally made it. With the door closed, I leaned back and dragged him to me. 

Heat and desire had been building all evening. Now it took over. My chest thrust outwards, buttons straining, nipples hardening. His tongue attacked mine. Ripping our clothes off, we somehow made it to the bedroom.

I gave up any control as he ravished my body. Bite marks were left on my neck, thighs, stomach. Spreading my legs wide, his tongue found my clit, hard and aching. Nibbling and sucking, my body was thrashing around. When he buried his tongue inside my pussy, my back arched off the bed! So turned on! 

Pulling away, I reversed positions, finding his cock. Taking a swipe off the tip, he swelled and grew. Not able to hold back, I wrapped my lips around his shaft and sucked hard. Minutes later he was back with his mouth clamped over my clit. The intensity of it drove me wild! My knees locked around his head, fingers clawing at his back!!

His cock was throbbing, balls tight and full. My pussy was on fire! Neither held still, the need so powerful! Moving together, his mouth found mine once again. His taste was on my lips, musky and salty. My juices were dripping from his chin. It wasn't enough. We needed more. 

When the tip of his cock touched my swollen lips, I clamped my ankles behind his back, drawing him in to me. Thrusting hard, he completely filled me! So wet now, the sounds inflamed me! I could feel my orgasm building, so potent, more forceful than ever before. Just then his cum exploded deep, slamming against my walls. Pumping, not stopping, his load overflowing me, trickling out, down my ass. Spent, exhausted, we collapsed together, almost instantly passing out. 

I woke in the morning, tangled in the blankets, confused and with a killer headache. Trying to remember what had happened, I had vague details of not being alone. And when I moved, I felt the evidence in my body. So where was he? And worse yet, who was he? Seeing the clock, I jumped up, only to sit back, dizzy and sick. I had a business trip out of town today. My flight left in just a few hours! 

A shower was first. Maybe it would clear my head a bit. Moving slower, I finally was ready to leave. Only to realize my car was still at the bar. Thankfully it wasn't a long wait for a cab. I had packed my suitcase before I went out yesterday, so all I had to do now was get to the airport. Grabbing a bagel, I hoped it would settle my stomach some before take-off.

Since the flight was an early one, check-in went quickly. Walking on to the plane, I noticed the pilot wasn't in his usual place. But since I felt so awful, I didn't even ask. Sitting back, I closed my eyes, trying to block out some of the light. 

The hand on my shoulder startled me. Instantly alert, I was shocked to see the pilot leaning down near my face. This close I could see his uniform was just a bit rumpled and he hadn't shaved. 

Some of the night was a blur, he whispered, since he had a bit too much to drink. And he was sorry the weekend had not gone quite the way he intended. Since he had over-slept, there wasn't time for a proper good morning. Confused, I just stared.

He had already guessed I would be a tiger in bed, he added. And last night more than proved it! He had the scratches as well!! With a wolfish grin, he stood and walked into the cockpit, leaving me speechless. Whistling, he slipped into his seat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking........."



The Layover!



The cost of the plane ticket was so cheap it was irresistible. This stay-at-home mom was ready for a long weekend away, just doing some hanging out with the girls and having some fun. I booked the flight immediately, not caring that I had a 2 hour layover in the middle of it, then counted the days until my break from reality. 

Flying out of my hometown was like passing through a portal. The further I got from home, the more relieved I was of all my responsibilities. I soaked up every minute of it, relaxing to a point I hadn't been to in a lot of months. When my plane touched down at my connection, though, my pulse began to quicken. I had a secret that only me and one other person knew about. 

A man I know lives near the city that I was making my connecting flight in. I had sent him an email with my flight number and arrival time, hoping that maybe, just maybe he would be able to come by and spend some time with me since I was so close. Just to see his face, touch him, and talk to him in person for once instead of online would be the high point of my vacation. I was so excited, just by the prospect that he might show up. I tried not to get my hopes up as I left my gate and started to walk slowly to the nearest place to get a drink, and pass the time until my next flight was called. 

The terminal was crowded but there he was. I saw him right away. Standing right there, looking cool and calm and handsome. It was almost a shock to see him in person, after only looking at him in pictures for so long. I was nervous and happy and excited all at once as I walked towards him. I could feel his eyes sweep all over me, and a hot flush followed wherever his eyes went. It felt sexy and wonderful to slide into his arms for a big bear hug, and the current of electricity that shot through me sent my heart pounding. 

He placed his hand on the small of my back and we walked along, not saying much but sensing each others nearness, and the heat it was generating. His hand resting lightly just at the curve at the top of my butt was warm and strong, and distracting! I was having trouble making and holding a conversation. I knew this would happen, given the nature and history of our online chats. I couldn't seem to focus on anything but that warm strong hand moving ever so slightly against me. 

The food court was just a short walk through the terminal and we were almost there. As we passed a large throng of people at phones and restrooms, I felt him hesitate just a moment. Then the hand on my back applied a little pressure to steer me to the side, to someplace I couldn't quite see through the crowd of people. His other hand reached out and grabbed a doorknob, and then I was pulled inside. 

It was a restroom, one of those unisex rooms for families. It was spacious and empty and clean, and we were suddenly in it, all alone. He locked the door and turned to me with a mischievous smile that thrilled me and scared me all at once. We dove into each other hard then. All the decorum and manners we had shown outside in the terminal were gone, and the animal instinct that had been building up for so long took over. I had imagined kissing him like this so many times, and it was better than my mind had ever dreamed it could be. 

Bodies pressed, lips locked and tongues battling, we pawed each other like we were drowning. Hands in each others shirts, hips driven into each other, we were powerless to stop this. Wrong or right, this was happening and neither of us was willing to break away. His chest was broad and warm and solid, and felt just right against my breasts. My nipples were rock hard and begging for attention just from the feel of it. His fingers found their way into my bra and I moaned softly as they touched my fevered flesh. His hot mouth was on my neck as I flung my head back, giving myself to his attentions. 

My hands roamed his body as he kissed and nibbled my neck and ears and face. My fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, trying to get to the hot flesh I could feel underneath. His wonderful strong hands released me from my sweater and then my bra, leaving our bare torsos to rub against one another. My explorations found his cock, rock hard and straining against his pants. I yanked on his belt and jeans, tugging and working to free him from the restriction of them, eager to see and feel what was hiding beneath. 

His hands were up under my skirt now, seeking and finding the way to my center. My stockings were removed with one quick move, leaving me bare to his exploring fingers. I was so hot and wet and ready by then. We kissed again, hot and strong and searching kisses, driving both of us crazy with the heat of it all. My arms were circled up around his neck, my fingers tracing across his jaw and neck. Without warning, he broke away from the kiss and gave me the look again, the same one he gave when he first locked the door, staring straight into my eyes. I knew I was in for it now and I couldn't wait! 

Suddenly, strong hands encircled my ribs and lifted me off my feet, sitting me up on the countertop. His jeans hit the floor and my skirt was pushed up around my waist. We were eye to eye now, staring each other down as he came forward. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass to the edge of the counter, and I just had to wrap my legs around his hips. I gasped as he pushed his throbbing hardness against my clit, moving around so slowly, stroking his cock with his hand while he rubbed my bud with his precum. He pressed the tip just barely into my opening, and his fingers took their turn at my clit. 

The heat and pressure of his hand, and the tension that had been building between us all added up to a quick and powerful orgasm that I had no control over. It came on like a freight train and left me reeling, unable to breathe for a moment. He seized the moment of my weakness and plunged into my hot box, driving all the way in with one powerful stroke. I screamed out loud, feeling my center clamping down on him with the force of the orgasm I was still having. He withdrew slowly and then drove in deep, again and again, torturing me with his hard thrusts. 

Just as suddenly as he started, he stopped. My whimper of protest was silenced with a hot kiss, then he pulled away. He dropped down and buried his face in my soaking wet pussy, making me moan loudly once more. His tongue was ruthless in its assault on my bud, punishing me with it. I knew I would cum again, and soon, and he seemed to sense it too. He brought me right to the brink, and then stopped. His big hands fell upon my hips, pulling me down from the counter and standing me on my feet. I buried my face into his chest, leaving a few kisses and bites on his nipples, and delighting in the feeling of his hot hard body against mine. 

His hands on my hips turned me from him, towards the counter and the big mirror above it. We were staring at each other in the mirror, fueling the hot fire burning between us now. He bent me slightly at the waist and entered me from behind, burying his hot hardness deep inside me. We held each other's eye, never breaking the stare while he drove his cock over and over again into my hot box. As I felt my orgasm approaching, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, and was surprised by a hard slap to my butt! My eyes flew open and found his in the mirror. 

"Look at me" he said. "I want to see your eyes when you cum. Don't look away." 

I had never done that before, looked anyone in the eyes while I reached my peak. His rhythm picked up, and his fingers reached around to find my nipples to give them a light pinch. I was going over the edge, not daring to take my eyes away from his. It was unnerving and deeply personal and incredibly sensual. I came with a force I didn't know was possible, all the while staring into his eyes, baring everything and hiding nothing. 

My knees were weak now and barely able to hold me up anymore, but it seems he had thought of that too. He slowly withdrew from my throbbing hole, sliding his hands up to my shoulders, and turning me to face him. Soft kisses covered my face and lips, reassuring me and soothing me. Gently, his hands applied downward pressure on my shoulders, sending me to knees before him, and I happily went about doing what he wanted so badly. 

My mouth was wet and hot and waiting, hungrily taking him in. My fingers slid around to his ass, sinking fingernails into the flesh there. I greedily licked and sucked his hard cock, tasting his precum, swirling my tongue around the tip. I slid a hand up onto his shaft, encircling it with my fingers, stroking it while my tongue danced across the head. Drawing him deeply into my mouth, sucking as my hand held and tightened on his balls, cupping them lightly, gently squeezing, feeling them tighten as his orgasm approached. 

Now his hands are back on my shoulders, pulling me upward, stopping me from taking him all the way. He swung me around, pinning me up against the wall, trapping me with his hard body. Entering me hard and fast and deep, pounding into my pussy, driving both of us to the release we both wanted so much. Oblivious to the crowds and noise just on the other side of the door, I let out a moan and came with force, bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. My climax rocked me and then he is there too, grinding into me, moaning and filling me with it, taking us both for the ride of our lives. 

We broke away, sweating and shaking, smiling too. A few sweet kisses, and we started to look for our flung clothing, laughing a little. After we dressed, we slid back out into the crowd, joining the hustle and bustle as if we hadn't left. We spent the remainder of my time there sitting in a corner of one of the eateries, sipping hot cups of tea and talking about everything. I enjoyed his intelligence and his charm as much as I enjoyed every other part of him and I relished these few minutes with him all to myself. When it was time to for me to go, we parted with a warm, hard hug and a big smile, not knowing if such a wonderful encounter could ever happen again. But secretly hoping that it would, someday. What an excellent way to start my vacation! 



The Layover



She had a six hour wait for her connecting flight to Hawaii. Because of a last minute booking and a short time period to get to the location, this was the only flight that was available. Two of that six-hour wait she spent browsing the shops and eating lunch in one of the restaurants. At three in the afternoon, the terminal does not have very many people populating it, only those that have a layover. The one good thing about the terminal being virtually empty is that no one was stopping her to ask for her autograph. She is getting bored but did not want to wander the shops again so she decided to check out the VIP lounge.

One of the lounges located in LAX is next to gate 70A in terminal seven. It is United's Red Carpet Club and to enter you must be a member of the club. She takes out her membership card scans it and the door opens for her. When she enters the lounge, the concierge has her sign in and hands her a key to a storage locker to stow her carry-on bag. After coming out of the locker room, which is across from the concierge desk, she walks into the main part of the lounge. The place is well appointed; on her left is a sitting area with tables, chairs, sofas, and a HD television tuned to some sort of movie. Straight ahead is the bar and to the right of that is a small buffet with snacks, sandwiches, and a salad bar all of it complimentary. She walks up to the bar and gets the bartender's attention, she is watching the movie.

The bartender walks over and says, "Good afternoon, Ms. Hewitt what can I get for you?"

"Good afternoon Samantha, what kind of bourbon do you have?"

"We have Wild Turkey, Maker's Mark, Jack Daniels, Old Grand Dad, and Jim Beam."

"Let me have a Turkey on the rocks. It's a little early but it's five o'clock somewhere." She says with a smile.

"Sure thing, coming right up, in here it's always five o'clock." The bartender politely smiling at her little joke.

"Thanks Samantha."

"You're welcome and you can call me Sam."

"Okay, thanks Sam, you can call me Love."

While Sam is making her drink, she looks around the room and sees a tall, well-dressed black man standing by the window taking in the view. He is wearing a black suit that fit him like a glove, a pair of black dress shoes and a white button down dress shirt. She could tell even with the suit that he has a build like an athlete with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. When he turns around and starts walking towards the bar, she could see that he is very handsome with a shaved head, which suited him well. She watches as he comes closer and notices that he moves with grace like a cat and wore a red patterned silk tie that hung loose from the open collar around his neck. Involuntarily she licks her lips like a hungry person seeing their first meal in days. She could not believe she had not noticed him when she looked around the room before. Other than the bartender and concierge, he is the only other person in the lounge.

The bartender returned with her drink and said, "Here you go Love that will be twelve dollars please." When she didn't respond, the bartender knocked on the top of the bar to get her attention.

"Oh sorry, I was somewhat distracted." she said, took out her credit card and handed it to Sam.

"Yeah, that tall dark drink of water would distract any warm-blooded female. Would you like for me to open a tab for you?"

"Yes that would be great. Do you know who he is?"

"All I know about him is his name. He introduced himself as Jonathan Douglas."

"Okay thanks, Sam"

She took her drink walked towards the sitting area, as she passed him she smiled and said good afternoon. He returned the greeting and continued towards the bar. Glancing over his shoulder, he took note of her great hourglass figure and firm ass. It wasn't one of those typical white girl asses; she has a little junk back there. As he got to the bar, he is thinking to himself that he would like to get some of that.

When Sam comes over to where he is standing, she asks, "What can I get for you, Jon?"

"Let me have another beer and the name of that lovely lady over there."

"You don't recognize her? That's Jennifer Love Hewitt."

"I know the name but never had a face to go with it. I've heard men talk about how pretty she is and now I know why."

"Yeah, she is one of the prettiest actresses in Hollywood. Here is your beer, and good luck."

"Why did you wish me good luck?"

"Let's just say I can hear the wheels turning. My advice is to just go up to her and start talking."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes it is, I'm betting you want to see her out of that dark red pencil skirt she has on."

"Thanks Sam. By the way what's the bet?"

"I'll bet she has on pantyhose; if I'm right you have to buy me dinner at the Urasawa restaurant. If I'm wrong you get to fuck me until your heart's content."

"Done." Then they shook hands to seal the bet.

As Sam walked away, he turned and leaned up against the bar and watched Jennifer find a place to sit and watch the movie that is playing. He took in the outfit she is wearing, the dark red high waist pencil skirt that ends just above her knees and matching short waist long sleeve jacket. Under the jacket, she has on a black lace blouse that hugs her breasts and body like a second skin. It didn't seem all that cold in the room so he is surprised to see her nipping through the blouse and her bra. She must be wearing a soft cup bra for her nipples to be so pronounced. Her shapely legs are sheathed in a pair of sheer black pantyhose or thigh high stockings with black high heel shoes on her feet. He wants to find out which of the two she has on, pantyhose or thigh highs.

She found a chair positioned so she could see the television and the bar without being too obvious. He is standing by the bar with his elbows resting on the top of it checking her out which she didn't mind because she is checking him out too. The first thing she noticed about him was the color of his eyes, a deep dark chocolate brown. His skin looks smooth and soft like well-tanned leather giving it a glow and color of stained walnut. The straight nose complimented his full lips, which sits above a dimpled chin that is part of what they use to call a lantern jaw. His somewhat thick neck flows into his broad squared shoulders and muscular arms. Even through his suit, she could tell that his wide expanse of a chest narrowed down to a trim waist with six-pack abs. At least she thought they would be that defined. She wants to find out if that is true.

Taking his beer with him, he walks over to the sitting area and finds a seat that's a couple of chairs away from where she is sitting. He looks in her direction and says excuse me, can you tell me what this movie is about.

"Sure, it's about a woman who works as a hotel maid that falls in love with a man running for a seat in the Senate."

"Okay thanks. Ummm... what is your name, you look familiar."

"My name is Jennifer Love Hewitt. Maybe you've seen one of my movies, that's why I look familiar to you. I also have a series on television or maybe you've seen one of my music videos."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Hewitt, my name is Jonathan Douglas but you can call me Jon. No I don't think I have seen any of your movies, sorry."

"You can call me Love, all my friends do. No need to apologize, I'm sure there are lots of people that haven't seen my work."

"You sound like a busy woman. I think I know where I've seen you before; it was on the cover one of those glamour magazines. What is your destination, are you going on vacation?"

"Yeah, I am sort of busy but I have enjoyed every minute of the time I've been performing. I wish I were going on vacation, I'm on my way to Hawaii for an audition."

"Well it is unfortunate that you aren't vacationing but Hawaii would be a great place to do a movie."

"That is true. There are not many others places that could beat it as a work environment."

She thought to herself, I love his deep voice. It reminds me of Dennis Haysbert's voice, that smooth baritone that's like music. For some reason his voice seems like it's touching the most intimate parts of her body, making her nipples hard and her pussy moist. She didn't understand these feelings she just met the man. Although she wonders if what they say about black men is true, the bulge in the front of his pants would give credence to the stereotype.

"Where are you going Jon and is it for business or pleasure?"

"I'm on my way to New York to scout locations for a movie I'm producing. So this trip is all about business."

"What kind of movie are you producing an action or horror or maybe a romantic comedy, something that I might want to have a role in?"

"I don't think you'd want to be in the kind of movies I produce, they are adult films."

"What?! Really?! I have never met someone in the adult film industry. What's it like making them and did you start out as a producer?"

He got up from his chair, moved to one right next to hers, and sat down. Moving closer to her, he could see she has honey colored eyes and deep dark brown hair that looked soft and shiny as silk. For someone as petite as she is, maybe five foot three, she has surprisingly large tits. After seeing her up close, he knew he would try to fuck her before her flight.

"I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you, I don't want them to over-hear our conversation."

"No I don't mind, I was hoping you would come a little closer. I was getting a little tired of trying to talk over the TV," she said this with a flirty little smile.

"To answer your question, no I didn't start out as a producer that came later. I started making adult films as an actor, after a while I became a director from there I began producing. Actors and directors make decent money but it's the producers that make the big money. The industry brings in about fourteen billion dollars a year."

"Wow, I didn't know it is that big but I don't see very many adult theatres anymore."

"Yeah, most of the money comes from DVD sales, pay per view streaming websites, and membership websites."

"That doesn't answer my question about what's it like."

"There are people that think making porn is glamorous but it's not. On a set or location, you have many people milling around which can be distracting. The lights are hot, there is sound equipment hanging over your head with the director telling you to get into uncomfortable positions."

"That sounds like any movie set I have ever been on. There are even scenes where you have to take off your clothes."

"Yeah, it probably does, the difference is that you may have to show your tits or ass and sometimes do a full frontal nude scene but in porn you must show penetration."

"Do you think I would make a good porn star?"

"No, I don't... I think you would make a great porn star. You are beautiful; you have large firm tits, and a great hourglass figure. I noticed your ass earlier when you were walking away from me that you have a very nice apple shape ass that has just the right amount of bump to it."

"Jon you could turn a girl's head if you keep talking like that. Are there any auditions you have to go to for adult films?"

"Not really auditions but there are casting calls."

"What goes on at a casting call?"

"Casting calls are usually filmed interviews and sometimes there is sex involved."

"Why would there be sex during those interviews?"

"The director wants to see if the woman can handle having sex while being filmed and determine how far the woman is willing to go."

"So some women can't handle the camera or won't do what the scene calls for?"

"Yeah, you have to be a little bit of an exhibitionist to be a porn star."

"If I were to go to one of your casting calls what would you have me do, besides the interview?"

"I could show you better than I could tell you but you have to play the part of an amateur porn star trying to break into the professional ranks."

"Okay, I can do that."

"How far are you willing to take this part you are about to play?"

"I want to know what a real casting call is like, that includes everything involved."

"Okay, but that can be pretty hardcore."

They finished their drinks and he asked if she would like another one, she said yes I would I'm a little nervous. He stood up, walked over to the bar and ordered a beer for himself and bourbon for her. When the drinks arrive, he asks Sam if there was some place he could lay down.

"Yes Jon, the club provides some rooms in the back for our members to take a nap in between flights. There are also showers back there if they want to freshen up."

"That would be great, my flight doesn't leave for another six hours and I am a little tired. I could use a nap until then."

"You'll have to get a key from the concierge for the room. So, are you going to get to see her out of that skirt?" She wasn't buying for a minute that he was tired because of his flight.

He just smiles, takes the drinks and walks back over to where Jennifer is sitting. Handing her the bourbon he tells her about the rooms in the back and how to access them. She stands up and says that sounds like a wonderful idea; I could use a nap myself. They walk over to the concierge desk and request a room for each of them. The concierge hands them both a key and tells them there is a shower in the rooms. Jennifer goes into the locker room to retrieve her bag that has her make-up, hair dryer, and things to take a shower after her nap. After leaving the locker room, she heads to the room to prepare for her scene.

After getting his key from the concierge, he turns around as she is entering the locker room and says it was nice meeting you. She replies in kind and pushes through the door. Heading to the room, that the concierge gave him, he wonders if she'll even show up. Upon entering the room, he sees a well-appointed room not as nice as some hotel rooms but nice enough for taking a nap. The room's layout is similar to any motel that you'd have stayed in for any length of time. On his left is the bathroom with a tub/shower, sink, and toilet with towels hanging on a towel bar. Just past the bathroom are a double bed and two nightstands on the left wall. On the back wall is a table and chair with a lamp under a photograph of the LA skyline at night. There are no windows in the room and it is soundproofed to drown out the jet noise. He pushes the bed closer to the bathroom to have a little space between it and the chair. Turning the chair to face the bed, he removes his jacket and tie places them on the back of the chair, sits and sips his beer while waiting for Jennifer to show up.

Her room, which is right next to his, is just like his only in reverse. After placing her carry-on bag on the stand provided, she walks over to the chair sits down and places her drink on the table. She sat thinking on what she has decided to do and why. It is unbelievable that she basically asked him to fuck her. Yeah, it has been a few months; a few months more like almost a year that she's had any dick. On top of that flying always makes her horny as hell. Although he is very handsome with a killer body and that bulge in his pants makes her knees weak, she is not sure she should be doing this. Then again, it would relax her for the audition in Hawaii. With the decision made, she slams down her drink in one swallow, stands up and heads for his room.

She is a little nervous, even though she has auditioned dozens of times before; she knocks on the door to his room. Even with waiting for her to arrive, he is surprised when he hears the knock on the door. He goes over and opens the door to let her in.

She says "Hi", when she enters the room.

"Hello, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon. Before we get started, I have to tell you I only have about an hour and a half for this interview. My flight leaves in about three hours and I'll need to wash up before I get on the plane."

"Don't worry; you'll have plenty of time to get ready. The interview part will only take a few minutes."

He walks over, sits in the chair, and has her sit on the bed. Pretend there is a camera in the corner recording the interview he tells her.

"Is this the place for the audition?"

"Yes, how did you hear about it?"

"From my agent she recommended this audition."

"So you've had some experience in adult film?"

"Just a few amateur films and some photo shoots."

"That's good. How old are you, and what is your name? Most girls use a stage name for this kind of work."

"I'm twenty one and my stage name is Ashley Love Ryder.

"What kind of scenes have you done and are there any scenes you will not accept?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you done any girl on girl, blowjobs, anal, bondage, interracial or fetish scenes?"

"I have done blowjobs of course; I did one scene with another girl, some light bondage and no fetish or interracial scenes. I am open to just about anything but I don't think I can handle scat and pissing scenes."

"Being open to many different scenes will help you to get more gigs and make more money."

"How much can I make?"

"Depending on the scene, anywhere from one thousand to five thousand a scene."

"Wow, that's not bad for a few minutes work."

"No it isn't. How tall are you and what are your measurements?"

"I'm five foot three inches and my measurements are thirty six double D, twenty six, and thirty eight inch hips."

"Please stand up and take off your clothes slowly like a striptease. Not like a stripper but like you are enticing your boyfriend or lover."

She stands up and slowly starts to remove her jacket, reaching behind herself to slide the sleeves from her arms, which causes her tits to protrude from her chest. With the jacket off, Jon realizes just how large her breasts are, she did say her breasts are double D, the blouse she has on can barely contain them. Once the jacket is completely removed, she folds it in half and lays it on the floor near the foot of the bed. She undoes the belt on her skirt, grasps the zipper pull on its zipper and slowly pulls it open. Turning around she eases the skirt pass her well-shaped ass showing it off to great effect. Jon is feeling the stirring of his cock as he watches the show and takes in the sight of her ass framed by the black lace trimmed French cut panties she is wearing. She steps out of the skirt, bends over and lays it on top of the jacket. He smiles because he has just won the bet with the bartender. She'd bet him that Jennifer was a pantyhose girl; he believed she would have on thigh high stockings. The bet is for dinner or a fuck, if she'd won he would have had to buy her dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town. Now that he'd won, her pussy would get a taste of long thick black cock meat. It has been a while since he's had any Asian pussy. Knowing that Sam is not going to take his word for it, he takes out his phone and snaps a photo of her as proof that she is wearing thigh highs.

Grabbing the hem of her skintight lace top, she slowly pulls it over her head revealing her flat stomach and tiny waist. With her outer clothes removed, she only has her sheer black bra, see-thru French cut panties, lacy garter belt, and black lace top thigh high stockings to take off. Her body and her sensual movements amaze him; which is making his cock harden and throb with anticipation. It's been a while since he's been in porn that a woman has caused this kind of reaction in him; he believes he is falling in lust. She reaches up and grasps the clip on the front of her bra to release her beautiful double D breasts from their confinement. Swinging the bra from the middle of her chest to the side of her body, she drops her arms and lets it slide down them to the floor. She hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and begins to slip them slowly down her shapely legs bending over at the waist to step out of them. Arching her back as she stands up, forcing her tits to thrust out, she places her foot on the bed to remove her thigh highs.




The Layover



The baggage claim area of the airport was busy and crowded as travelers jostled for position to grab luggage off the conveyer belts. Evan peered over the shoulder of a teenage girl and spotted his bag. He wedged himself into position and pulled the silver case off the belt, then began scanning the crowd for his friend Taylor. It seemed like a futile effort, the sea of faces shifted with people coming and going. Evan felt his cell phone buzz and pulled it out of his pocket and answered the call.

"Hey, I'm about 20 meters behind you," said a familiar voice.

"How long were you going to watch me?" Evan asked, feigning an annoyed tone.

"About this long," Taylor answered, and then the call ended.

Evan turned and began walking through the crowd. He found Taylor and the two men shook hands.

"Did they say why you have an overnight layover?" Taylor asked.

"Weather, that's all they are saying, Thanks for coming to get me. Camping out in the airport does not look like much fun. I'm supposed to back here at nine tomorrow. I can catch a cab if you can't take me," Evan answered.

"I've got some news that might change your accommodation plans," Taylor said.

"You've upgraded me to the master suite?" Evan inquired.

"No. You are still welcome to stay with us, but Shelly had some surprise news for me today. She has decided to observe national nude day. She says she has been prancing around the house without a stitch of clothing on all day," Taylor explained.

"I can get a hotel, no problem," Evan said. He had no objection to seeing Shelly naked, but wasn't sure how Taylor would feel about it. Eric knew his wife would not have an issue with him seeing Shelly nude, especially when he explained the cause. Kara was in favor of almost anything that defied society's norms as long as it didn't infringe on anyone's personal freedom.

"Don't do that on my account. Hell, I'd like to you stay over; it would call Shelly's bluff. She says she thinks nudity should be allowed in more places, but I don't think she's gone outside today, not even the back yard. I'm betting she will find some excuse to stay in our room the minute you show up," Taylor replied. He had mixed feelings about Evan seeing his wife naked. It would be interesting to see what chain of events would be set in motion with Evan's arrival. At worst Shelly would be pissed and spend the evening pouting in their room. At best he would get to see his wife come more times than she imagined possible. Taylor felt his cock stir at the thought of his wife having sex with both he and Evan. It wasn't so much the thought of seeing her get fucked by another man that excited him. It was the thought seeing her climax over and over. Basic biology dictated that she could have more orgasms in a given period of time than he could; Taylor wanted to push her limits and see what happened. He wanted her to feel the same euphoric sense of exhaustion that he did when she fucked him to him to the edge of his endurance. A question from Eric intruded into Taylor's wicked fantasy.

"What do the kids think of her new cause?" Evan asked.

"They are both conveniently away on overnight trips, although they are aware of their mother's clothing optional tendencies. She did march topless in that protest, the one that says women should have the same right to be topless that men have," Taylor said.

"If you are okay with it then I'm game. Let's go call a bluff about being in the buff," Evan said with a smile.

"You think that's funny don't you. Better not quit the day job just yet mister comedian." Taylor replied.

The two friends chatted the entire drive to Taylor's house. Evan remembered his other clothing optional experiences. He had been to topless and nude beaches, usually dragged along with some friends. It was his experience that most of the people at such places were people he had no desire to see naked, although there was the occasional looker. He had seen a few women that looked good enough to be strippers, and may well have been. Seeing Taylor's wife naked would be interesting, but hardly earth shattering. Taylor pulled the car into the garage. Before the overhead door had finished closing the door to the house opened and Shelly emerged in her birthday suit.

Evan was pleasantly surprised. He had never seen Shelly in less than a baggy T shirt and shorts, so he only had a vague idea what her body looked like. She was a tall woman; about five foot eight with an athletic build. Her breasts looked to be about a 36D, they sagged a bit which made the size hard to judge without staring. Her waist tapered slightly and she had a bit of a belly. She was a woman that appeared to be proud of her curves. A narrow strip of pubic hair ended just above her vulva, so her labia were visible. Evan decided she was one of the people that should be allowed to walk around naked. He still was not sure how Taylor felt about his wife parading around nude in front of another man, so Evan made a conscious effort not to stare at her. 

Standing naked in front of Evan was more challenging that Shelly thought it would be. She had been slightly annoyed that Taylor did not make arrangements for his friend to stay at a hotel, but as Shelly watched Evan emerge from the car she began to reconsider her position. Evan did not quite qualify as eye candy, but he was a good looking man. At around six two he was slightly taller than her husband with sandy blonde hair and light blue eyes. Much to her disappointment his hair was cut short, she imagined he would look good with long hair. He was wearing a loose fitting T shirt, but his jeans were snug in all the right places. She wondered if she could persuade him to lose the T shirt in the spirit of national nude day.

"Evan," Shelly called out as she walked toward him as if everything were perfectly normal, "it's so good to see you." She hugged him and smiled. "I hope Taylor told you about National Nude day. He refuses to join in; I guess he is getting old. How about you, care to celebrate the day?" 

"Shelly, let him unpack before you start asking him to strip naked," Taylor said, interrupting his wife. He had no objection to his wife's request, in fact he was starting to hope they would all be without their clothes soon, but he did not want to appear too eager. Shelly had never expressed much of an interest in a threesome, but she did seem to enjoy watching porn videos with group sex, especially the type with two men and one woman. Taylor hoped that the sight of Evan naked would get Shelly in an experimental mood.

"Okay, go get settled in, and then we can talk. Come with me, I'll show you to your room." Shelly replied.

Evan looked a Taylor. Taylor shrugged and nodded for Evan to follow Shelly. The view from behind Shelly was nothing to turn away from. Like her breasts her ass had a bit of sag to it, but Evan knew women ten years younger that would be jealous of Shelly's body. He felt his cock twitch. "Down boy," he whispered to himself.

"This is the guest room, make yourself at home," Shelly said as she opened the door.

The room was clearly used for their hobbies; there was a large desk with various projects on it. Against one wall was a queen sized bed and a small dresser.

"It's a bit of a mess, I spend a lot of time here, and it's kind of my space. Taylor has the garage for his projects," Shelly explained sheepishly.

"It's fine," Evan replied.

"I hope I'm not embarrassing you," Shelly said.

"No, not at all. Live and let live and all that stuff," Evan replied.

"I'm a bit disappointed that Taylor did not join in the fun. Maybe he just needs a little encouragement... or competition," Shelly said, and then she turned and walked away.

Evan unpacked his bag, putting his clothes in the dresser and closet. For such a short trip he could have just worked out of the suitcase, but decided against it. Evan considered Shelly's offer. He had not known her long as he had known Taylor, but her offer seemed sincere. It would be something fun to tease Taylor about. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Taylor.

"Hey, everything okay?" Taylor asked.

"Yea, all settled in, you here for the rent?" Evan asked.

"Shelly said dinner is almost ready. Oh, and I am supposed to say no jacket or tie is required, or pants," Taylor said.

"If it's all the same to you, I think I will keep my pants on for dinner, but all bets are off when we get to desert," Evan said.

"I'm good with that. Don't let me stop you from getting your nude on," Taylor said has he turned to walk towards the dining room. He was beginning to think he had been a bit too quick to dismiss Shelly's idea that they should all be naked. He was starting to think it was inevitable, and probably sooner rather than later. Evan was not treating his wife any differently that he did when she was dressed. Taylor wondered if he would be able to do the same if it was Evan's wife Katrina strutting around completely nude. Although a bit shorter and smaller breasted that Shelly, Katrina could easily star in MILF porn if she wanted to. He wondered if Katrina knew that her husband was having dinner with a naked woman.

Dinner was surprisingly normal; despite the fact Shelly was only wearing a napkin. The conversation turned to subject of national nude day.

"So what inspired you to participate?" Evan asked.

"Curiosity mostly, I wondered what it would be like to spend a day without clothes," Shelly answered.

Evan continued with his questions, "And how do you like it?"

"It was a bit awkward at first, but by lunch I was a lot less self conscious. I will say I am a bit disappointed in my husband's reluctance to join in. He certainly seemed to be willing to ogle me, but I have to use my imagination to see him naked," Shelly replied.

"In my defense," Taylor interjected, "had I been naked I probably would not have made it to the airport to pick Evan up."

"You are such a pig," Shelly shot back, "and I love you for it."

"I have to concur with my distinguished colleague," Evan said, "I don't know how he summoned the willpower to leave the house with you naked," Evan added. He wondered if he had crossed any lines by acknowledging how good Shelly looked without clothes. Despite the face she had not said a word about sex; her body was broadcasting the fact that she was quite aroused. Her nipples stood out from her large round breasts like a wrinkled marble sitting on an amber lily pad. Evan could not decide if he would rather have his lips wrapped around Shelly's nipple or have her tits wrapped around his cock. At the moment his throbbing erection was hidden beneath the table. He realized he needed to steer to subject to something a bit less erotic before dinner ended.

"Tell me about the new addition to the house," Evan said.

"We added a sun room, basically we enclosed the patio. The roof is also a deck for the master bedroom. It has a hot tub, a sauna and a small workout area," Shelly said.

"It could have been better," Taylor interjected.

"He wanted to add a fire pole as a way to get from the deck into the sun room," Shelly explained.

"It's going to be awesome, the deck would have a reproduction of the Tardis [JCB1]on the deck, get in and side down... it would be bigger on the inside than on the outside. And the pole won't just be for sliding down... bow chica wow wow" Taylor added, doing his best impression of cheesy porn music.

"I suppose he will eventually wear me down, he always does..." Shelly lamented.

Much to Evan's relief the conversation turned to the details of the addition. The talk of issues with plumbing permits and contractors caused his cock to return to a more relaxed state.

Shelly began to clear the plates. When she picked up Evan's plate she turned to him and said, "So I'm about to serve dessert, would you like to make yourself comfortable?" She grinned, telling Evan she had overheard his comment earlier.

"Yea, I guess it's time to put up or shut up," Taylor said from across the table. He smiled as he goaded his friend.

Evan pushed his chair back and stood up, "When in Rome..." 

Shelly tried to act uninterested as she carried the dishes back to the kitchen, but watched out of the corner of her eye as she prepared the desert plates. She found it a bit ironic that she was the one trying not to gawk; Evan had behaved like stripping down after dinner was nothing was out of the ordinary. Evan stripped off his shirt to reveal an impressive body for a man his age. His chest was covered in blonde hair. He didn't have a barrel chest, but it was obvious he worked out. The covering of hair continued down his abdomen. When he unbuttoned his jeans Shelly stopped pretending she wasn't watching, "Take it off, take it all off," she yelled from the kitchen.

Even smiled at her, and then slipped out of his jeans. He draped them over the back of his chair, then hung the shirt over them. One at a time he removed his socks, tucking them into his shoes. He paused; Shelly wondered if he was done. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch just long enough for her to see he did not have an erection. She was both relieved and a bit disappointed. It would have been awkward if Evan had a hard on, but it would have also been flattering. She smiled when Evan slowly pushed his underwear down. She could not help but look at his penis. Evan looked to be slightly larger than what she considered average, essentially the same size as her husband. Again she was relieved and disappointed. There was one intriguing difference, unlike her husband, Evan was not circumcised. Shelly resumed her kitchen duties, hoping that neither of the men had noticed her checking Evan out.

When she served Evan his dessert she noticed he was sitting on his underwear. She stared at the sight of his boxers on her dining room chair.

"Didn't want to get pubes on your chair," Evan explained, "You obviously don't have that issue," he said, glancing at her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair.

"Oh," Shelly replied, not sure if she should be embarrassed for looking or happy he was so considerate.

"Oh, so only naked people are served here," Taylor said, the expression on his face showing that he was joking.

"It is national nude day sir," Shelly said, "so people in the spirit of things get priority. Perhaps you should join in." She set a plate in front of him then took her seat.

As they finished their meal Taylor made a suggestion, "Who wants to go take a soak in the hot tub?"

"That sounds good," Shelly answered eagerly.

"I agree, is the tub clothing optional as well, or do I need to grab my suit?" Evan asked.

"There's nothing optional about it, it is a no clothing zone," Shelly said, looking defiantly at her husband.

"I'll take that into consideration," Taylor replied as he stood up. The signs of Shelly arousal were unmistakable. Evan smiled and mumbled to himself, "I love it when a plan comes together."

"You two head out, I will clean up and meet you out there," Shelly said.

"Let me help you," Evan said, grabbing his plate.

"Sounds good, I'll go uncover the tub," Taylor added. He was somewhat relieved that Evan was helping with the kitchen chores. Taylor had decided he would comply with his wife's wishes, but seeing her naked at the table caused his cock to swell. When she licked the whipped cream off her fork his cock became a full blown erection. Taylor planned to be in the tub by the time Shelly and Evan joined him, his erection hidden behind a curtain of bubbles.

Amid the clatter of dishes being rinsed and loaded into the washer Shelly began to feel a bit embarrassed by her swollen nipples and obviously wet pussy. She wondered why Evan was not showing any signs of arousal. Shelly had noticed the large bulge in her husband's shorts, despite his attempt to hide it. She knew Evan's wife well enough to know that Evan liked to fuck. As she put the final plate in the dishwasher Shelly rationalized that she was horny because there was no doubt that at some point in the evening Taylor was going to fuck her, Evan probably had no expectation of getting laid. Shelly wondered what Taylor would say if she suggested he watch her fuck his friend. She thought about a T-shirt she had seen at the mall, it said 'It's not cheating if my husband watches'. Shelly quickly dismissed the thought. She wasn't that kind of woman, and Taylor probably did not want to see his wife riding another man's cock. Having sex with Evan suddenly seemed both very complicated and desirable.

The moment they entered the kitchen Shelly took the plate from him, foiling his plan to use washing dishes as a way to stop thinking about fucking his friend's wife. He had traded one distraction for another since the moment he walked in the door and saw Shelly in all her naked glory. His invitation had said nothing about wife swapping, but Taylor had seemed to be hinting that he and Shelly would be interested in a threesome and Shelly was not making any attempt to hide her arousal. The unknown factor was who Shelly was hot for. Evan wondered if he could jack off in the hot tub without Taylor or Shelly noticing. Coming in the tub would be a lot better than a case of blue balls. Evan had been able to suppress the rather naughty thoughts about Shelly during dinner when they were chatting about subjects that were not sexual. But now the sight of Shelly's hard nipples and the smell of her arousal were chipping away at his ability to suppress the swelling in his cock.

"I've got this," Shelly said adding the plate to a stack on the counter, "You should go see the new addition, I'm sure Taylor is dying to show you where he wants that fireman's pole."

Evan wandered into the room. The first thing he noticed was that Taylor was now naked as well. Evan was even more confused, Shelly had practically chased him out of the kitchen, but Taylor's nakedness hinted that something else was going on. Evan glanced around the room, "Wow, this is nice. Hot tub and a sauna, you guys really went all out. You are right, a fire pole would be great," Evan said.

"The deck was designed with that in mind, it will probably happen in the next year or so," Taylor said.

Evan turned a looked around the room, "Is that a massage table?"

"Yea, it is. We took went to a massage workshop and had so much fun I built one for the house," Taylor hesitated for a moment, "want to try it out?"

Shelly put the last plate into the dishwasher and started it before heading for the spa room. She still was not sure what Taylor and Evan were thinking. Being naked in front of them had been a bit of a thrill, but she was not sure how much further she wanted to take this experience. Evan was a good looking guy, and his wife was just enough of a free spirit to give him the okay to fool around a little, but Shelly was not sure she shared that viewpoint. She thought she heard voices as she approached the spa, but the sounds remain indistinct as she got closer. Shelly stopped and listened. She felt her skin turn red the moment she realized that it wasn't words that were drifting through the house, it was moaning. She covered the remaining distance to spa as stealthily as possible, and then peeked around the corner. Her eyes behind a sight that both shocked and aroused her. Evan was face down on the massage table; Taylor standing beside the table pressing his hands into Evan's back. Taylor was in the perfect position for Shelly to see her favorite parts of his anatomy, his ass and legs. Taylor's upper body was nothing to complain about, but years of mountain biking and hiking had developed his lower body into a work of art, the only flaw being a blindingly white ass that contrasted starkly with the rest of his tanned body.

Shelly had been exactly where Evan was, she knew exactly how Taylor's strong hands felt. She took a step back. She found the sight of the two naked men immensely arousing. Shelly felt her nipples stiffen and she was unable to resist the temptation to touch them. Her angle of view did not allow Shelly to see if either man had an erection, but at the moment she did not care. She did have an excellent view of Taylor's arms and back. She could see his muscles ripple as he massaged his friend. Shelly pinched her nipples and then tugged on them. A quiet moan escaped her lips, but she quickly stifled it. Shelly did not want to disturb the scene unfolding in front of her. She lowered one hand and placed it between her legs. Seeing Evan strip down after dinner had made her a little damp, but now she was practically dripping. She stabbed two fingers past her labia and buried them deep inside her body. Shelly bit her lip and did her best to control her breathing. She looked at her husband, wondering what it would be like to stand right behind him as he kneaded Evan's back. She thought about what it would be like to sit where Taylor was, running her hands over Evan's back while her husband stood behind her and caressed her breasts. The arousal that had been building all night quickly intensified as she watched the two naked men and touched herself. Shelly could not believe what she was seeing and she could not believe what she was doing. She knew she should stop, she should back up and loudly approach the room so the men could decided if they wanted to put on a show for her or not. But she didn't. Instead she pressed the heel over her hand against her mound and drew her fingers out enough to touch her clitoris. At the same time she began to caress her breast. Shelly leaned against the wall for balance as her body began to tingle all over. Shelly did not hear the wet sound her fingers made as she thrust them into her pussy and pulled the out. The sound of her breathing and her pulse drowned out all other noises. Shelly could feel her climax building and part of her wanted to stop this decadent exercise. But she was past the point of no return, the siren's song of orgasm was too strong to resist. When the ecstasy of climax crashed into her Shelly felt her knees buckle and she leaned against the wall for support. She continued to drive her fingers into her pussy until her orgasm had run its course, and then she sank to the floor. The tile felt cold against her sweat soaked skin. 




The Layover



Taylor stepped away from the table and stood, "Well, what did you think?"

"Pretty good, did they cover deep tissue massage in the workshop?" Evan asked.

"It was mentioned, but we didn't try it," Taylor answered.

"I can give you a quick demo if you are curious," Evan offered.

"Sure," Taylor said.

"This isn't going to weird Shelly out, is it? Seeing us naked and touching each other?" Evan asked, still not sure what his friend had planned.

"Probably not, I guess we'll find out when she shows up," Taylor said. He wasn't sure how Shelly would react. He climbed onto the table and lay down on his back.

"Turn over, I don't want to see your junk," Evan said. He could not help but notice that Taylor appeared slightly aroused, but his own cock was not complete flaccid. Evan decided they were both reacting to the knowledge that somewhere in the house was an attractive woman, and she was naked. He leaned over and pressed his elbow into Taylor's back, starting the deep tissue massage.

As she leaned against the wall Shelly was vaguely aware that the men were talking, but she did not pay enough attention to understand what they were saying. Shelly stood up and looked around the corner again. This time she her husband lying on the table. Evan was standing next to the table with his back was to her, or more specifically his ass to her. Evan was leaned over Taylor, driving his elbow into Taylor's back. Shelly learned against the wall and watched the two men. Shelly was shocked when she began to entertain the thought of walking up behind Evan and putting her hands on his nice, firm ass. She wasn't the kind of woman to cheat on her husband. Shelly thought about the T shirt that said "It isn't cheating if my husband watches" again and wondered if it was true. Despite having come only a few minutes earlier she still found herself aroused. She took a deep breath and walked into the room. Neither of the men seemed to notice her. She wasn't sure what to say.

"Well this is a lot more interesting that what I was doing in the kitchen," Shelly said.

Evan had sensed Shelly's presence a few moments earlier, but wasn't sure what to do. He heard Shelly's footsteps getting closer. She walked to the other side of the table and looked at him over her husband's body.

"I figured you guys would be in the hot tub by now," Shelly said.

"What can I say, we are easily distracted," Evan answered. He noticed that Shelly's skin was flushed red and her nipples were still erect. He wondered what she was thinking.

It was certainly a case of hurts so good, Taylor thought as Evan worked on his back with intense pressure. The massage stopped when Shelly announced her presence, but Evan's hands did not move. Taylor was staring at the floor, looking through the hole in the massage table. He could see his wife's feet and most of her shapely legs, but the table blocked his view of her pussy. It did not block the smell, and it was pretty clear that she was aroused. Taylor felt his cock begin to stiffen and wondered if Shelly was having a similar effect on Evan.

"You want a turn on the table?" Taylor asked, lifting his head and turning to face Shelly.

"I'm not sure that is a good idea," she replied.

"What's the matter, chicken?" Taylor said, challenging his wife.

"Fuck you," she replied, "get off the table." Shelly did not know where the path she had started down would take her, but she wanted to find out what her husband had in mind.

Taylor rolled onto his side, exposing his throbbing erection to his wife. He smiled and looked at her swollen nipples, the jumped off the table and on to the floor.

Shelly looked past Taylor, making eye contact with Evan, "Are you okay with this?"

"Hey, when in Rome..." Evan replied.

Shelly glanced at Evan cock as she climbed onto the table. Unlike her husband, he did not have an erection, but his penis was far from flaccid. She stretched out on the table and rested her head in the small cut out, not sure what would happen next. She felt the table move slightly then someone straddle her thighs.

"I'll work on her lower back, you take care of her shoulders," Taylor said.

Evan did not know what to do. Despite talking about threesomes for years he never expected to actually be part of one. He looked at Taylor, who was not making any effort to hide the fact he had an erection. There was no doubt in Evan's mind that he was going to be watching Shelly get fucked by Taylor. There was no longer any chance of keeping his dick from getting hard. His idea of jacking off in the hot tub seemed almost comical now. He placed his hands on Shelly's shoulders and began to caress them. It wasn't the first time he had touched her, Evan had given Shelly an occasional neck rub, or spread sunscreen on her back, but this time was different. He wasn't copping a feel. There was no doubt in anyone's mind what was about to happen.

Evan heard Taylor encourage him, "Do some of that deep tissue stuff you were doing to me. I think she is really tense."

Shelly wondered if things had spun completely out of control. She wanted to think she could say stop and everything could come to a complete halt. But the feeling of Taylor's throbbing erection pressed against her ass along with both Taylor and Evan having their hands on her made Shelly think they were past listening to her. She had no doubt that Evan's cock was just had hard as Taylor's, even though she could not see or feel it. She felt Evan's thumbs pressing deep into the muscles of her shoulders as Taylor worked over her lower back. The part of her that wanted to say no, that wanted the insanity to stop grew weaker and weaker.

Evan noticed Taylor staring at him, more specifically staring at his throbbing erection. It was pretty clear from the look in Taylor's eye that Evan was going to be more than just a spectator. Evan wasn't sure how Shelly felt about what was going on, but Taylor was making it pretty clear they were both going to fuck her. Evan slid his hands past Shelly's shoulder blades, following her ribs down the side of her body until he could feel the bulge of her breast. She moaned. Evan more felt the sound with his fingers than heard it with his ears. He wondered if it was a response to him touching her breast or something her husband and done. Evan pushed his fingers between the massage table and Shelly's body until he felt her swollen nipples. She moaned again. Evan looked up at Taylor; Shelly's husband had a huge grin on his face and gave his approval of Evan's actions with a nod. Evan struggled to accept the idea that he was about to fuck his friend's wife.

Taylor had his hand about half way up Shelly's back when he noticed Evan was starting to caress Shelly's tits. It was an arousing sight not because Taylor wanted to watch another man with his wife. It was Shelly's reaction that interested him the most. He had always wondered if Shelly was wild enough to fuck two men at the same time, and now he was finding out. Taylor smiled, knowing that Shelly's 36D breasts were a bit larger than what Evan was used to. Taylor stopped what he was doing and watched Evan's fingers disappear under Shelly's body. He both heard and felt the guttural moan from Shelly when Evan's fingers reached her nipples. Instead of feeling jealous Taylor felt a desire to make this an experience Shelly would not only remember fondly, but would want to repeat. He grabbed a handful of Shelly's hair and pulled back, forcing her to arch her back and pull her tits off the table. He wanted Evan to see how spectacular his wife's breasts were. He also wanted Shelly to see Evan's throbbing erection.

Even though he had been looking at them all afternoon, Evan felt a rush when he saw Shelly's tits again. The full round globes were covered in a sheen of perspiration. Her areolas were dark and the size of a half dollar and her swollen nipples protruded almost a half inch above the perfect curve of her breast. His hand moved without him even thinking about it. He cupped Shelly's ample tits in his hands; they were larger and softer than his wife's breasts. Evan wondered if his wife Kat knew about what was going on. It would not surprise him if she did; she had hinted at a threesome a few times, he just never thought she was serious. All thoughts of Katrina vanished when Shelly gripped the edge of the table and pulled herself forward until her mouth hovered over Evan's fully erect cock.

"Do it," Taylor said in a stern voice, "I want to see you suck his dick."

Shelly hesitated. She knew she was going to give Evan a blowjob, but it still surprised her to hear Taylor ordering her to do it. She looked at Evan's erection, then wrapped her hand around the rigid shaft and pulled the skin back until his cock head was uncovered. She felt her husband guiding his own cock between her legs. As Taylor's cock spread her nether lips apart she opened her mouth and stretched her lips around Evan's erection. She tried to divide her attention evenly between the throbbing erection filling her mouth and the hard cock that was sheathed in her pussy. The sensation of being penetrated from both ends was almost overwhelming. Shelly felt Taylor's hands release her hair, but they were almost instantly replaced by Evan's.

The visual component of a blowjob was what made it so arousing to Taylor. He loved to watch Shelly suck his cock, and now he had an opportunity to get an up close view of her mouth in action. It didn't really matter to him that it was another man's thick cock that was stretching Shelly's lips. He just wanted to see what it looked like. Taylor leaned forward, his face inches away from Shelly's. He could hear the slurping sound she made as her head bobbed up and down on Evan's throbbing erection.

"I love watching you give head," he whispered in Shelly's ear as his hips pressed against her ass.

Shelly felt helpless to stop what was happening to her, which made it that much more exciting. She knew Evan and Taylor would keep shoving their thick hard cocks into her until they came. She wondered what they would do with her when she had cum dripping out of her mouth and running down her legs. Even though she was acting like a slut, she did not feel like one. The threesome wasn't her idea. She had not asked what was happening, but she was enjoying it.

Evan still could not believe what was happening, but the feeling of Shelly's warm mouth around his cock told him it was not a dream. Shelly was proving to be very, very good at giving a blowjob. Despite the fact he could not really see her face Evan was close to climax. She slid her hand all the way up his erection until her fingers were wrapped around the engorged head of his cock, then back down as she engulfed his manhood with her mouth. The contrast between the tight grip of her hand and the soft warmth of her mouth was pushing him to his limits.

"I'm going to come Shelly! Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come," Evan moaned. He knew he was seconds away from erupting, but Shelly showed no signs of stopping.

The warning from Evan was hardly a surprise to Shelly. The salty fluid had been leaking into her mouth for almost a minute when he finally said something. Shelly preferred not to swallow, but in her present position she really did not have much of a choice. She might have been able to pull Evan's cock down enough for him to come on her tits, but that would be an even bigger mess. Instead she gulped down as much of his cock as she could so his cum would just flow down her throat. She heard Evan grunt and felt his erection begin to jerk as he pumped his load into her. She held him in her mouth until she was certain he was done, then slowly pulled her head back. Now she could direct her full attention to the throbbing erection that was buried between her legs.

This was not the threesome Taylor fantasized about when he was alone and horny, at least not usually. He imagined himself with two women, mostly because he did not want to compete with another man for Shelly's attention. All of those concerns had faded away as he plowed his cock into Shelly while she sucked Evan's dick. It wasn't seeing his wife suck off another man that turned Taylor on. It was the way Shelly did it with wild abandon. She was enjoying being the target of both his and Evan's wanton lust; she was writhing with pleasure as she engulfed two cocks at the same time. Taylor had fucked Shelly countless times, but this time she was hotter and wetter than ever. When Taylor heard Evan grunt he knew his friend had just come in Shelly's mouth. Taylor felt just a bit of envy, Shelly usually did not swallow. He rationalized she did not have much of a choice in this situation; her ability to move was pretty limited. Taylor slipped one arm under Shelly, between her belly and the massage table. He jerked up back and up so that she was on her hands and knees, then he put his hands on her hips and began ramming his cock into her. Taylor wanted Evan to see Shelly's tits bounce. Each time Taylor's hips slammed into Shelly's firm, round ass; her breasts flailed wildly in a random direction. Sometimes they almost bounced off her chin, sometimes they crashed into each other. When Evan cupped Shelly's breasts in his hands Taylor did not feel jealous. He knew how much Shelly liked having her breasts touched and caressed and more than anything Taylor wanted Shelly to come and come hard. He looked down at her ass; just beyond it he could see the shaft of his cock. It was dripping wet from being inside her. He thrust his hips forward over and over, ramming his dick into her until his hips slapped against her ass.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. That's it, don't stop, don't stop! Oh,oh, ahh," Shelly screamed. Taylor did not know if she which one of them she was talking to, perhaps she was talking to both of them.

Shelly's brain was so flooded with endorphins she barely knew where she was. One thing she did know was that she was about to climax. The constant pounding of Taylor's throbbing erection against her pussy combined with Evan tugging on her nipples made that all but inevitable. She tried to tell Taylor she was about to come but her words quickly deteriorated into a moan. She wanted to beg him to come inside her, to flood her with his cum but all she could manage was an incoherent moan. Somehow her husband understood, because just as she slipped over the edge into the abyss of her orgasm she heard Taylor groan loudly. For a moment Shelly thought she felt the jet of hot, thick cum pour into her, but then her senses were overwhelmed by her climax. It exploded through her body, starting deep in her sex and coursing through her body until she could feel it in her fingers and toes. Shelly collapsed on the table in a heap. She felt the weight of her husband's body pressing her into the table. He was still inside her, his slow, deep thrusts were prolonging her climax. When her orgasm finally ended Shelly was filled with the desire for more.

Taylor fucked his wife until his erection began to fade away. When he was finally spent he slowly withdrew his cock until it slipped past her labia. He rolled off of Shelly and lay beside her. Much to his surprise he felt her hand on his cock.

"How long before you are ready to go again?" Shelly asked as she gently stroked Taylor's dick. She could not explain why she wanted more, for some reason her thirst for sex suddenly seemed unquenchable. She turned her attention to Evan; he was in about the same shape as her husband. His penis wasn't completely flaccid, but it wasn't even close to being erect.

"You two are going to have to find a way to entertain me until you are ready to fuck me again," Shelly said as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"I suppose we could continue with the massage," Evan offered.

"That sounds good," Shelly answered, playfully pushing Taylor off the table and rolling onto her back.

Taylor knew that the woman laying on the massage table with her disheveled hair, sweat soaked skin and cum soaked pussy was his wife, but he could not believe it. He was quite surprised at how the day had turned out and it wasn't over yet. He picked up Shelly's foot and began to caress it. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Evan was doing the same. Shelly made a sound that made him think she was purring. He cupped her heel in the palm of one hand and pressed his thumb into the arch of her foot. Evan's eyes slowly moved up Shelly's naked body, taking in her shapely legs, her battered pussy and her full breasts before stopping on her face. Shelly's eyes were closed and her mouth was open just enough for her to breathe. She looked very satisfied and Evan wanted her to stay that way.

Evan watched Taylor out of the corner of his eyes, mimicking his movements. Evan wasn't sure what proper etiquette was for fucking a friend's wife, but he could not take his eyes off Shelly's pussy. The sight of her labia made his cock ache with desire. He wondered if Taylor would stop him if he tried to slide his manhood into Shelly once his dick was hard again.

Inch by inch Taylor massaged and caressed his way up Shelly's leg. He forced himself to concentrate on what he was doing, pushing out any thoughts what would happen next. Taylor focused on the way his wife's lightly tanned legs felt. He wrapped his hands around her calf muscle, kneading it with his fingers and thumbs. He carefully avoided the ticklish spot on the back of her knee and moved on to her thighs. The sound of Shelly giggling told him that Evan's fingers had found the back of her knee. Taylor slowed down as his fingers approached the apex of Shelly's legs. Shelly's vulva was no longer just in his peripheral vision. Taylor could see Evan's fingers getting closer and closer to her labia. He shifted his gaze to Shelly's face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. Taylor wanted to see the expression on Shelly's face when Evan gave in to the temptation to slip his fingers inside her.

Even with her eyes shut Shelly knew which pair of hands belonged to her husband, it was the pair that had stopped short of touching her sex. Evan was not hesitating, she felt him getting closer and closer. She could not explain why, but the idea that another man was about to touch her down there made her a bit anxious. Perhaps it was because her husband was watching it happen, or perhaps it was because it had been so long since she had felt another man's touch. Shelly drew a sharp breath and arched her back slightly when Evan's fingers spread her labia apart.

Taylor had turned his attention to Shelly's breasts. Since she was on her back her tits had flattened out slightly, but they still looked spectacular. He took a half step toward the table and leaned forward so that his mouth was only inches from Shelly's erect nipple. He looked at her other breast, admiring the way it slowly curved up from her body. He slowly pressed his lips against Shelly warm skin, his mouth surrounded her areola. Taylor swirled his tongue around her nipple, feeling every wrinkle in the amber pebble. He reached across her body and enveloped her other breast in his hand.

Shelly had been so focused on what Evan was doing that she did not notice Taylor had moved until she felt his hot breath flowing over her breast. She let out a moan when she felt Taylor begin to suck on one breast and squeeze the other. Much to Shelly's surprise she felt the familiar tingle of a slowly building climax as both Taylor and Evan explored her body with their hands.

Evan placed the back of one hand flat against the table and slipped it under Shelly's ass. His thumb pressed against her labia and then penetrated her wet pussy. He placed his other hand on her with his fingertips pressing down on her mound. Finally he leaned forward with his tongue extended, lightly brushing the tip against Shelly's clitoris. He felt her body shudder as he continued to let his tongue dart around her sex.




The Layover



Taylor wasn't sure what Evan was doing to his wife, but it was pretty obvious she liked it. Her body writhed on the table had he continued to suck and caress her tits. He began a trail for soft kisses starring on her nipple, moving across her breast and onto her shoulder. His hand took the place of his mouth on her breast, pinching her hard, wet nipple until it slipped from between his fingers. The trail continued up her neck until he was nibbling on her ear.

"I want you to come again," he whispered in Shelly's ear. For him there was no bigger turn on than seeing his wife come. He pressed his mouth to hers; he could almost taste her excitement.

Four hands and two mouths were putting Shelly on the verge of sensory overload. Each time Evan's tongue fluttered across her clit sent a shiver up her spine. Taylor's passionate kissing was sending the same feeling the other direction. Combined with Evan penetrating her with his thumb and Taylor tugging on her swollen nipples she felt like she was going to come again, but it wasn't as intense or overwhelming as the orgasm she had experienced when her husband was ramming his cock into her. This time the euphoria surrounded her like a fog, getting thicker and thicker until she wasn't aware of anything else. Shelly no longer noticed the way Evan's thumb spread her labia apart or the way Taylor's fingers stretched her nipple taut. She didn't feel Evan's tongue lapping at her pussy or Taylor's tongue penetrating her mouth. She only felt bliss.

The two men continued their assault on Shelly's erogenous zones until she stopped squirming and moaning. When she was quiet and still they both stopped and looked at her. Her entire body was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. She wasn't motionless for long, a minute or two after they stopped her eyelids fluttered, then she sat up.

Taylor extended his hand toward Shelly, "We are not done with you yet."

"I'm not sure how much more I can take," Shelly replied as Taylor pulled her upright.

"You are about to find out," Taylor said.

Shelly followed her husband to a low loveseat. He sat down and pulled her down on top of him. His chest hair was matted against his skin with sweat and he smelled like sex. The arousal Shelly felt had an animalistic quality to it. She knew Evan was behind her but she was not sure what the two men had planned. She felt Taylor pull her forward and she fell onto him. Shelly realized she was probably going to get fucked by Evan. She thought about the T shirt again, 'It's not cheating if my husband watches', and wondered if she could do it. Could she let a man that wasn't her husband put his cock in her.

"Read to get fucked again?" Taylor whispered in her ear. She could feel her husband's erection pressed against her body and had no doubt that Evan's cock was equally rigid. What she did not know is how they planned on fucking her. A thought entered her mind that filled her with a sense of dread. Maybe they were both going to fuck her at the same time. There was no way her body could fit two hard cocks at the same time. She wondered if Taylor would be mad if she refused him.

"So, who do you want first?" Taylor asked.

Shelly breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn't sure about letting Evan fuck her, but at least it would just be one of them at a time.

"You, I want you," Shelly replied. She still wasn't sure she could have sex with another man in front of Taylor, but it might be easier if she knew he was already satisfied. Shelly took a deep breath and grabbed her husband's cock. She stroked it a few times then guided it between her legs, then sank down on it.

As Shelly impaled herself on his erection Taylor stared into his wife's eyes. They were filled with a mixture of lust and fear. He was impressed that she had complied with his demands.

As she took in Taylor's cock Shelly felt his hands on her breasts. Almost right away he began to thrust his cock into her, his hip slapping loudly against her. What she did not expect was to feel Evan's erection sliding between her ass cheeks.

"So this is what two cocks feel like," she moaned.

Taylor continued to ram his dick into Shelly. His climax was building much faster than he expected. He could feel his balls begin to tighten as the pressure built in his cock.

"You're going to make me come Shelly, you feel too good," he moaned, and then he felt his orgasm erupt. He made a few more thrusts and the pulled his fading erection out of Shelly's pussy. Over Shelly's shoulder he saw Evan moving into position to fuck his wife.

As Shelly impaled herself on his erection Taylor stared into his wife's eyes. They were filled with a mixture of lust and fear. He was impressed that she had complied with his demands.

"Wait," Taylor said, holding up his hand, " I didn't ask my wife if she wanted you to fuck her."

Shelly felt the sense of panic returning. It was one thing to be Evan and Taylor's toy, admitting she was a willing participant was something else. 

"Shelly, do you want Evan's cock inside you?" Taylor asked, his lips curling into a devilish grin.

Shelly slowly nodded.

"I need to hear your answer. If you can't say it then you probably can't do it," Taylor teased.

"Yes," Shelly said softly.

Taylor continued to press her, "Yes... what?"

"Yes I want Evan's cock. I want him to fuck me, I want him to make me come," Shelly blurted out.

"Okay. Evan, you heard the lady. Oh, and she likes it slow," Taylor said, and then he pulled Shelly's head down until her mouth was pressed against his.

The experience had a dream like quality to it, but as the tip of his cock spread Shelly's labia apart Evan knew this was a dream come true. He grabbed her hips and pushed his erection into her, relishing every bit of her hot, wet pussy. After being buried completely inside her for a few moments Evan slowly drew his hips back and pulled his cock out. Each time he penetrated Shelly a moan escaped his lips. When her pussy had swallowed every bit of his length again Evan moved his hand over Shelly's round ass, up her back and finally let them rest on her full breasts. Compared to his wife, Shelly had a much curvier figure and Evan was enjoying every bit of the difference. He pressed his hips against her soft ass and squeezed her breasts as they spilled out of his hands.

As Evan ran his hands all over her body Shelly found herself focusing on what Taylor was doing. Her husband was holding her face with both his hands and kissing her deeply. Much to her surprise Shelly felt the beginning of another climax. She had not come when her husband had been inside her, but now with Evan's girth spreading her pussy open an orgasm seemed very possible. For a moment she felt a bit guilty for not climaxing with her husband, but it was short lived. When Taylor's hands joined Evan's on her tits Shelly's breathing and heart rate accelerated. Taylor's tongue slipped into her mouth again. She understood why Taylor had told Evan to go slow. The clever bastard wanted to be able to kiss her while she was getting fucked, and he would not have been able to do that if Evan was ramming his cock into her. As her guilt faded away Shelly allowed herself to enjoy having Evan inside her pussy.

Taylor let go of Shelly's breast and put his hand on the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair just above her pussy and then he laid one finger on each side of her clit. He could feel Evan's thrusts ripple though his wife's flesh. Taylor wanted to be certain Shelly had an orgasm, and playing with her clit would almost guarantee she came. She had stopped kissing him as her breathing quickened, now she was gasping for air as Evan's cock and his fingers fed the flames of her raging orgasm.

"Oh, oh, oh," Shelly whimpered, "I'm going to come baby, I'm going to come all over his big hard cock."

Taylor grabbed a handful of Shelly's hair and pulled her lips to his again. He could feel Shelly's climax coursing through her body until it exhausted her and she collapsed onto him. Taylor felt Evan thrust his cock into her a few more times.

He held back as long as he could, but finally Evan could no longer control his orgasm and he flooded Shelly's pussy with cum. Slowly he extricated his cock from Shelly's pussy. She barely stirred. Evan watched as Taylor stood with his wife in his arms and carried her away.

Shelly woke up to the sound of the shower running. It took her a few minutes to realize it was morning. She groggily turned over and was a bit surprised to see Taylor still in bed. Then she remembered that the guest shower was being renovated, Shelly guessed that her husband had told Evan he could use the shower in the master bedroom. Shelly turned over again and noticed the bathroom door was still open. She slipped out of bed and tip toed to the door. She saw Evan standing in the shower, still adjusting the water. She could not help looking at his cock. It was the first time she had seen it completely flaccid. It still looked good. As she watched Evan work the soap into a thick lather that covered his body she put one hand between her legs. Her flesh was a little tender from what she had endured the night before, but she could not resist the urge to stroke her labia. Just the sight of Evan naked had made her pussy wet. When Evan turned to face the wall Shelly stepped into the doorway. She could see her reflection the glass of the shower door, her naked body superimposed over Evan's. Shelly began to caress her breast as she watched Evan wash his hair. She could see the muscles in his arms and back flex as he scrubbed his hair. When he began to rinse his hair she stepped out of the bathroom. She wasn't sure what would happen if he saw her masturbating.

"Maybe you should take Evan to the airport, it seems like you want to spend some time with him," Taylor said.

Shelly jumped at the sound of her husband's voice. She turned towards the bed, he lying on his side, covered from the waist down with a sheet.

"How long have you been watching me?" Shelly asked, not sure if she should be embarrassed or mad.

"Not long enough, I was hoping to see you get off," Evan replied.

Shelly felt herself blush. Even after the debauchery of the previous night she still found being caught masturbating a bit embarrassing.

"You take him, I'm sure you have guy things to talk about," Shelly said, hoping that her husband would disagree.

"We hung out last night after I put you to bed," Taylor replied.

A grin spread across Shelly's face at the thought of Taylor and Evan naked together in the hot tub. She knew they probably just drank and told lies to each other, but she imagined much more.

"What did you to talk about?" Shelly asked

"Just guy stuff," Taylor replied evasively.

"Did you work out some kind of quid pro quo arrangement? Are you going to fuck his wife now?"

"Not likely, she's not quite as adventurous as you are. Besides, she's not really my type," Taylor said, moving closer to Shelly.

"How so?" Shelly inquired.

Taylor put his hands on her breasts, "She doesn't have curves like you do. I mean she's got decent tits, but nothing like these. I bet Evan loved playing with your tits."

"I think she's pretty hot, she's in really good shape. I wish I had an ass like hers," Shelly said.

"I don't, your ass is spectacular," Taylor replied, sliding his hands down to her hips, "I bet Evan would like to put his hands on your butt again."

"You'd be okay with that?" Shelly inquired.

"Only if it's what you want," Taylor answered.

Shelly looked at her husband with a questioning look on her face, "You like the idea of me with another guy?"

"I like the idea of you having an orgasm, and I'm only good for so many per day," Taylor answered.

Shelly grinned again, this time at the idea of spending a little more time alone with Evan.

"You do realize that you will have to get dressed to drive to the airport," Taylor said, making an exaggerated frown.

"If I was a man I could get by with just wearing shorts, but because of these," Shelly cupped her breasts in her hands, sliding her fingers up until she could tug on her swollen nipples, "I have to wear a shirt. What a bunch of fascist bully boys."

Both Taylor and Shelly turned towards the bathroom as Evan walked out, clad only in a towel.

"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," he said.

"Don't get any ideas, nude day is over," Taylor stated.

"And I'm going to get dressed and take you for a ride... to the airport," Shelly added.

Evan and Taylor looked at other and nodded, the Evan turned towards the door.

"I'll get some clothes on and meet you at the car,"

Shelly adjusted her sunglasses as she pulled out of the driveway, "So, what are you going to tell your wife about last night?"

"Probably just the highlights, I don't think she wants a play by play," Evan replied.

"So you think she will be okay with it?" Shelly inquired.

"Yes, we have talked about threesome, but none of the guys we know meet her high standards, not sure why she puts up with me," he answered.

"Maybe it's not a guy she is interested in," Shelly suggested.

"In my dreams," Evan replied, "but I don't think she is interested in women."

"Too bad, she's pretty hot. Her breasts are so perky, I'd love to get my hands on them," Shelly said. It was a bit of a white lie. Shelly wasn't really interested in being with another woman, she just wanted to tease Evan a bit.

"So you are into women?" Evan asked; a bit surprised. This was something Taylor had failed to mention when the two of them were talking.

"I've considered it, but let's keep that our little secret. If my husband finds out I will never hear the end of it." Shelly replied.

"Okay. And thanks for everything," Evan said, feeling awkward. He was not sure what the proper etiquette was in a threesome.

"You are quite welcome," Shelly replied, then whispering to herself, "We are not quite done." Shelly looked over her shoulder and the changed lanes, heading for long term parking.

"I think you missed your turn," Evan said when he noticed Shelly had steered the car into the long term parking lot instead of heading for the terminal.

"No, I didn't," Shelly replied as she reached out the window of the SUV and grabbed a ticket from the machine at the gate to the parking lot.

"Is there a reason you picked long term parking?" Evan asked as the car maneuvered through the lot, finally stopping at the end of a row. 

"Yes, yes there is," Shelly answered somewhat cryptically as she parked the vehicle.

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" he asked.

"I'd rather show you," Shelly said as she put the sunshade up, blocking the view out the front windshield. 

Evan watched as Shelly reclined her seat and then crawled into the back of the vehicle. The back seats were folded down. Evan had noticed it when he put his luggage in and thought that Shelly was probably picking up something large after she dropped him off at the airport. As he watched she pushed her shorts down her legs he realized there was another reason the seats were down.

"You can sit up there and watch me touch myself, or you can get back here and do it yourself," Shelly purred. Only twenty four hours earlier the idea of being naked in front of Evan was a crazy idea, now she was inviting him to fuck her. Again. 

"Is Taylor okay with this?" Evan asked.

"He will understand, I mean you are going to be out in the wood for two weeks, I don't think you are going to get a better offer," Shelly replied.

Evan crawled over the seat and into the cargo area of the vehicle, shedding clothes as he went. Shelly was already naked by the time he reached her. She grabbed his shoulders and rolled him over so he was lying on his back. Her large breasts hung inches from his face.

"I want you to suck on my tits," Shelly moaned, pulling Evan's head into her ample cleavage.

Evan could feel Shelly rubbing her pussy against his throbbing erection. He put one hand on each of her breasts and pulled her towards his mouth. Her tits were warm and soft but her nipple felt rock hard against his tongue. He gently bit down on the amber nub, eliciting a moan from Shelly.

"Oh yes, yes. More of that," Shelly groaned as she felt Evan's mouth on her breast.

As she watched Evan suck and lick her breasts Shelly continued to rub her pussy up and down the length of his rigid shaft. Each time she rocked her hips back and forth the temptation to grab his cock and stuff it into her pussy became more difficult to resist.

As Shelly's soft, slick labia massaged his cock Evan felt his own orgasm slowly building. He concentrated on his breathing, not wanting to come before he had a chance to be inside Shelly again. He felt a sense of relief when she finally grabbed his erection and steered it into her wet slit. He began to raise his hips, driving his dick into her.

"Hold still!" Shelly demanded, "This time I'm fucking you." She grabbed his wrists and lowered herself just enough to engulf the engorged head of Evan's cock. She slowly rocked back and forth, relishing the feeling of being penetrated.

"What do you like more, just the tip?" Shelly asked as she let her sink down until she felt Evan's entire length fill. She began to rock her hips back and forth again, grinding her clit against Evan. "Or do you like being all the way in?"

It was a tough call, both felt fantastic, but finally Evan managed to answer, "Just the tip."

"Good, now when I'm ready I know how to make you come," she teased as she clenched down on his cock and continued to rock back and forth.

Every time he tried to participate Shelly scolded him. Finally Evan accepted he was just going to have to hold still and let her fuck him. His eyes flicked back and forth between her gently swaying breasts and her lust filled eyes. She was beginning to ride his cock again, each time going a bit higher before plunging back down until her ass slapped against his hips. She continued to hold his wrists down as she fucked him.

"Tell your wife I think you have a really nice cock," Shelly teased.

Evan only moaned in response.

"You made me come really hard last night," Shelly said as rode up and down the entire length of Evan's throbbing erection. She wasn't lying, having Evan fuck her while her husband played with her tits had led to one of the most intense orgasms Shelly had ever experienced, and she wanted to return the favor.

Shelly began to moan louder and louder has her climax built. By the time it engulfed her she was practically screaming, "Oh yes, yes, yes. I'm coming Evan, I'm coming all over your thick, hard cock."

Evan was in a bit of a quandary. He was close to his own climax, but he wasn't ready for the experience to end. He tried to block out Shelly's dirty talking. He closed his eyes so he could not see her breasts bouncing inches in front of his face. He focused on the way she had his hands pinned above his head, but he could not ignore the way her hot, wet pussy felt on his cock.

"I'm about to come Shelly," Evan moaned as he approached the point of no return.

Shelly smiled. Her own orgasm was fading away; she was ready for Evan to come. She suspended her body above him, moving just enough for the head of his cock to slide in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

"Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your face when you come inside me," Shelly said insistently.

The instant he saw Shelly's naked body above him Evan let out a loud groan. He felt his cock jerk as a stream of hot cum spray into Shelly.

"That's it Evan, give it to me, give it all to me," Shelly said as she watched him writhe in pleasure. When she felt his body relax Shelly sank back down on to Evan's cock and pressed her tits against his chest.

"I think the three of us should make this our annual nude day tradition," she whispered in his ear, the rolled over and lay beside him.




The Layover



"Holy shit," Evan said.

"Yea, I get that a lot," Shelly replied with a laugh, "I hate to end your moment of bliss, but you have a flight to catch."

The two of them struggled to get dressed in the cramped cargo area of the vehicle for a few moments, and then Shelly opened the door.

"Fuck it, I'm extending nude day for a few more minutes," she said has she stepped out of the car and stood naked in the long term parking lot. Evan joined her and they both dressed quickly. Just as they finished the parking lot shuttle approached.

"I'll just grab the shuttle," Evan said.

"Okay, come back and visit any time," Shelly said with a smile. She watched Evan climb aboard the shuttle and waved as it drove away.

"How was that?" Shelly asked as she grabbed her smartphone of the dash of the car. Taylor's smiling face appeared on the screen.

"It's not cheating if I'm watching, and that was definitely not cheating," Taylor replied.

"Better be careful or you are going to turn into a cuckold," Shelly teased.

"I like fucking you way too much for that to happen. And just in case you doubt me I'm going to fuck you hard when you get back," Taylor countered. He had been skeptical about Shelly's plan. It wasn't so much seeing her fuck Evan's brains out that aroused him. It was seeing his wife take control of another man. Truth be told there had not been much to see. The lighting was bad and the sound was full of static, but there was no doubt in Taylor's mind that Shelly had climaxed, and he planned on making her come even harder when she arrived home.

Shelly started the car. She intended on making her husband deliver on his promise, but first she was going to stop a buy a certain T shirt.



The Layover



Traveling by air during the winter has its attendant risks of flight delays and cancellations, and on a flight from Columbus to Dallas on a Friday night some years ago I found myself grounded for the night in St. Louis. The airline collected my fellow unfortunates and me and loaded us onto an airport bus bound for a nearby hotel. We queued up in front of the hotel's check-in desk, all of us a bit grumpy and irritated. Finally, my turn came and I secured a room.

I deposited my carry-on in the room, adjusted the thermostat, and flipped through the TV channels for a while. Out of boredom, I walked to the lobby to look around and spied the bar, which was nearly empty. I strolled over and asked the bartender for a glass of red wine, which she promptly provided. A man that I recognized from the bus ride came into the bar area and looked about. He approached the bar and took a stool near mine. I glanced at him while he talked with the bartender, noting that he was quite handsome. I judged him to be in his 50's. He looked unusually tan for the winter months, and I guessed that he probably lived in Arizona or California or some other place where the sun doesn't give up so easily. 

We soon began chatting, bemoaning our predicament and hoping we would be able to get out of the St. Louis airport in the morning. I complained that I had to return to Columbus on Sunday, so my weekend was virtually ruined. He sympathized with my plight, and said that luckily for him he was heading home to stay. Then he told me the only real regret about being stranded was that he had had plans for that night that he was necessarily forced to cancel. He moved to the stool next to mine and continued in a low, conspiratorial tone, telling me he had recently made a new friend that he had intended to fuck for the first time that evening. He had been thinking about it all week, and now the big event would have to wait. 

We eventually moved to an empty booth and continued to chat as more people came into the bar. I told him I didn't want to torture him, but I wondered exactly what he had been planning to do with his new friend -- which I assumed was a woman. At that point he smiled and told me his new friend happened to be the son of a business associate, and his intention had been to put the young man directly onto the end of his big dick. I felt a bit embarrassed and shocked, but I also felt my groin area begin to grow warm. A pleasant pressure started to develop beneath the zipper of my jeans.

We continued to drink and talk, our conversation returning several times to the topic of sex. He told me how much he loved to top, especially guys younger than himself. Two of his nephews had willingly given him their virginities, and he told me that he had taken them hard, in a way they would be sure to remember for a long time. He elicited from me a confession that I was attracted to fit older men, and that I had been initiated into sex with men by a professor during my college years. At that point, I think I realized that it was an inevitability that I would hear a knock on my hotel room door later in the night, that I would invite him inside and allow him to take off my clothing, and that he would put me on the bed and fuck me to his heart's content. 

I kept the room dark, the only light coming from a cracked bathroom door. My fellow traveller embraced me, pulling me against him. I lifted my arms onto his shoulders and let him kiss me and stroke my back and cup my ass cheeks. He put his hands under my shirt and touched my nipples. I lowered a hand to his crotch. Soon he had me almost naked, my cock bulging prodigiously against my underwear. He told me to take them off, and he squeezed and pulled my hardening rod as I stepped out of the briefs. I immediately was fully erect, oozing clear viscous drops that trickled slowly down my shaft. He told me to get onto the bed. As I did so, he removed his clothing and came toward me. He, too, was already hard. A thick vein ran just beneath the skin, from his pubis down the topside of his cock, ending just below his incredibly swollen head. I thought of what he had told me earlier, about trying to get home that night so as to put his new friend on the end of his big dick. He was indeed well endowed, and I thought again of him popping the cherries of the two young nephews he mentioned when we talked at the bar. Now it would be my turn to take his thick member.

He lubed himself from a tube he carried in a small shaving kit bag. The liquid made his cock glisten in the low light. I was intensely turned on -- in heat, even. God help me I wanted to be fucked. He did me first on my back, as he stood at the side of the bed. He spun me around and lifted my legs, telling me to hold them up and apart. He found my entrance and pushed firmly into me. The lube allowed him to slide easily, but the abruptness of being opened so wide, so quickly, resulted in a very sharp stab of pain. Thankfully, he stopped until I slowly calmed down and relaxed for him. Then he got his freak on, as they say, burying himself to his balls and rhythmically humping me. He climbed onto the bed and fucked me in the missionary position, pounding me fairly hard, his balls slapping my ass cheeks. He extended my arms above my head and held them against the bed while he went in-and-out over and over again.

After a bit, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He straddled my ass and immediately penetrated me again, moving in and out, each stroke very long and deep. My hard dick rubbed against the bed sheets as he did me, and I soon came on the sheets and cried out in near ecstasy. I lay virtually helpless as he continued to ball me, which he did for some time. When he finally came, he plunged in as far as he could and unloaded deep inside me. He lowered himself onto me and bit my shoulder as his cock jerked and twitched in my butt hole. 

The next morning, I sat next to him on the bus as we returned to the airport, my sore sphincter and the bite impression on my shoulder serving as reminders of the stupendous fucking I had taken. We exchanged contact information and took off towards our individual destinations. This remains the greatest layover in my history of air travel. I can't imagine it will ever be repeated.