4 comments/ 163823 views/ 16 favorites A Limited Partnership By: MWG "Oh, god. Ohhhhh, yes..." I stroked my right palm over the swollen head of my cock, greased up nicely by the precome that was oozing from the tip. My shaft was thick and taut, and my balls felt completely and almost painfully full. I needed to come. I needed to come badly. I closed my eyes and leaned back a little further on the couch, letting out a lengthy sigh of pleasure and frustration combined. This was nice, but it was a shame that I couldn't count on the wifey to come and help out a little. However, asking her to even think of breaking a sweat was out of the question. At first, our marriage had been passionate, a whirlwind of hormones and lengthy promises. Then, things slowed down for whatever reason. Kids weren't a problem; Maureen (her name) had never expressed interest in kids, and in fact I think that she flat out did not want them at all. That could serve as one of the reasons why I never bedded her anymore: birth control. But didn't they make a pill for that? Maureen also seemed a bit more high-maintenance than when we were dating. She seemed to have some need to keep everything immaculate, whether it be the appearance of her clothes, or the decor of the house, or the lawn and garden. Everything had to be coordinated, organized and looking like something straight out of Martha Stewart's wet dream. And she worked diligently enough to ensure that. So guess how much time in her busy schedule that left for me? Bingo. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So here I was, masturbating on the living room couch before she got home from work. It was already some time past seven. Most times, she would work until about seven-thirty, eight at night. If I was hungry, I made my own food. If I wanted to be entertained, I watched the tube. And if I wanted some loving, well... That's pretty obvious to you at this point. I was almost functioning like your typical single male, only I couldn't masturbate any and everywhere I wanted to Maureen never had too much interest in watching that. And I couldn't leave food dishes anywhere I chose; Maureen would have a fit from hell if she found a dirty plate left on one of her spotless cherry wood coffee tables or hand polished marble counters. Other than that, why did I ever waste my time getting married? It seemed so pointless now. I could see no visible benefits to having Maureen as my wife. Still and all, I'm not a big fan of dramatic changes. Divorce would be a dramatic change. But, then again, so would a change in Maureen's frigid attitude. So I guess I was pretty stuck. That does not, however, mean I can't fantasize. And at that moment, I was fantasizing about a faceless woman, no specific features, only the willingness to give me what I wanted some physical closeness and affection. All other possible traits were superfluous. I was imagining a soft body sealed airtight against mine, a heat and pulse from that body racing only for me, and a tight wetness around my throbbing, hard cock. I don't think I had felt the nice, tight sheath of a pussy on my cock for at least six months. It was agony, I tell you. Sheer agony. But, I had no shame when it came to occasionally flogging the bishop. Hell, I had to get off somehow. If I had to literally take matters into my own hands, so be it. It's just my luck, though, that Maureen has yet another ingrained flaw that I can't stand. Awful, horrid timing. I felt the tightness in my balls rising past the boiling point. My cock was unbelievably hard and I knew I was only a minute away from relief as I came. Then I heard the door open swiftly, and slam shut again. "Michael!" I murmured a cuss word a little more loudly than I had intended to, knowing I'd have to stifle my raging erection to keep from being found out. I had been masturbating on one of Maureen's Italian silk-upholstered couches. If she knew, she'd be livid. And whatever she was yelling about must have been deemed a life or death situation by The Queen herself. It probably simply could not wait. "Michael," she bellowed again, more insistently, her prissy whine really beginning to piss me off. She had ruined what would probably have been the high point of my day. For whatever she was interrupting it had better be damned good. I rolled my eyes, tucked my dick back into my pants, and pulled on the crotch a little to conceal my only half-flagging erection. With a huge sigh of exasperation, I got up to go present my face for its daily slap of reality. Sometimes I wished Maureen would just disappear for a couple of years, maybe even a decade or so. By then, I'd be used to being without her and divorce would become much more of a possibility. "Yes, dear," I said flatly, almost mockingly. I approached Maureen, looking impeccable as ever in a charcoal gray suit coat with a matching skirt and an eggshell-white silk blouse underneath. Her make-up, as always, was perfect and succeeded in making her features look even phonier, colder. Her blood red lips, despite their fullness and appeal, were set in a hard line that threatened to stray south into a frown. I almost wished they would. I'd then have a fighting chance at knowing what she was thinking. But no they kept their shape in a thin, pursed line. God, I wanted nothing more than to slap her. "I thought I had asked you," she said, her features twisted in disdain, "to mow the lawn today. I can't keep up the house, and the laundry, and the lawn all at the same time. I have other things to do." With myself not being one of them, I thought sullenly. I just sort of stood and stared. "Well?" Maureen demanded. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do what I had asked of you about three different times this week?" I shrugged, wordlessly, and headed upstairs. Way to handle it like a man, Michael, I said to myself, seething. I changed into a pair of ragged old clothes that would be perfect for an evening of yard work. As long as I was out in the yard doing something, I wouldn't have to see or hear Maureen. So there was that for consolation. Pretty small consolation, though. I hadn't finished getting off, and I was aching as a result. Perhaps later, while in the shower, I'd be able to complete what I had started. Yeah. A nice hot shower and a recurring fantasy to which to beat off. Perfect. I trudged downstairs and out the front door, not acknowledging Maureen again out of resentment, and headed for the garage. I found the half-empty gas can sitting by the push mower and filled the tank up with the remainder of the fuel. That should get it through at least just the front yard, if not our whole two acre lot. I pulled down the bar on the handle and tugged on the rip cord. The engine sputtered to life and was soon purring like a pussycat. I started on my way, going around the front yard in straight, even rows. The mower was self-propelled, so I didn't have to do much of anything except walk behind it and guide it around turns. Before I knew it, the front lawn was done. It did need to be edged, but I decided not to go the extra mile for Maureen, since she didn't see to it to make this a request rather than an order. Better yet, let Miss Green Thumb edge it herself. Yet another thing she could put before me in her priorities. I fished around in the pocket of my cotton shorts and pulled out a handkerchief. The evening wasn't necessarily hot, but it wasn't chilly, either. I mopped the sweat from my forehead, expelling a lengthy, tired sigh and closing my eyes. A slight breeze blew and cooled my sweat-drenched body, and as my eyes were still closed I stood there for a brief moment to enjoy it. I opened my eyes, looking directly into my neighbor's yard. From the front door of their well-kept, nicely trimmed house came a lithe, beautifully figured girl in a small bikini. Our neighbor's daughter, Kelli. I remember when we first moved into our house, Kelli was no more than about six years old, a cute, platinum blonde little thing with pudgy cheeks and a consistently rosy complexion. I myself was in my mid-twenties, having done well for myself fairy early in life and able to enjoy the luxuries of my success. Now, I was in my mid-thirties, but still the same old guy I used to be even though my wife had changed dramatically into some strange, reversed Stepford wife-type, I still retained some of my old fire. I thought I still looked good, too. I worked out regularly, maybe a little less than in my college and early business days, but I still kept my hard, detailed physique. Every once in awhile I got a little sun, and my skin always seemed to keep a natural dark tint to it throughout the year. Perhaps it's in my heredity. I hadn't been losing any hair, and I still couldn't detect those "laugh lines" and "crow's feet" my wife was always referring to in dread. I could say that eleven, maybe twelve years had passed without a hint of change for me, at least physically. But biologically and psychologically, I wasn't really much the same. I used to be happy, content, and completely monogamy-minded. There was no one else for me but Maureen. I had felt sure that marriage would only serve to bring the inseparable, as we were, even closer. For awhile, it had. But now I was left with some stranger for a wife, a stranger that still slept in the same bed, cooked the same food, and even had the same features as Maureen. But she was so completely different, and with as much as I resented it, I mourned it even more so. I missed Maureen, the old Maureen, my wife that was so full of vitality and energy and the knowledge of what was really important in life. Because of her sudden metamorphosis, I had gone years without any real, concrete affection. My body was in turmoil out of the aching to physically touch, hold, feel, experience a woman. My mind was in even more of a shambles, starved for affection, for admiration. Maureen used to tell me how much she loved my body, craved my fucking, loved my attention. She stroked my ego, but in an honest way; it wasn't hot air. I missed that someone whom I felt really needed and, better yet, craved me. Desired me. The combination of those two deprivations was indeed a deadly mix in this state, I felt I could justify any transgression. So now, staring at Kelli, I felt no remorse, no shame. What man would? She had aged into a stunning creature, full of youth, so fresh and beautiful. Her body was fit for the Greeks and seemed to be enveloped in such soft, supple skin. Oh, and Kelli that little cherub I remember in her childhood Kelli had most definitely become a woman; the bikini she wore was filled out exquisitely with fully rounded, firm breasts, each topped with what was probably a delectably sweet nipple. She was art, a pure work of art. Yes, sweet little Kelli, running around the yard with her fluorescent-pink clothed Barbie doll, had certainly grown up. It felt like ages since I had stopped to fully notice it. Of course, with my head buried in work and a failing marriage like an ostrich with its head in the sand, it would have taken something quite spectacular to capture my attention. And spectacular she was. I must have been standing there in the midst of my reverie looking like an idiot, for when Kelli spoke to me, it was like a bucket of cold water being thrown on me in the summer. "Hi, Mr. Theissen! How's it going?" Kelli's silver tinkle-bell of a voice floated over and caressed my ears. "Oh...hi, Kelli!" I stammered slightly, my heart pounding. I could blaze through a meeting with the most cutthroat executives in the business without breaking a sweat, but this beautiful fawn was starting to make me lose my composure. Kelli swiped her arm across her forehead to wipe off the sweat. "I was going to lay out today, but I feel I might suffocate. Muggy day, huh?" "Yeah, yeah it is. I'm just...catching up on a little bit of yardwork," I said casually, my chest still thudding with the excursions of my pulse. "Don't want my lawn looking like the backwoods of Borneo." Kelli laughed. "Yeah, it was getting a little high. But you must be awfully busy, trying to keep up with that huge house and all. It's the nicest one in the neighborhood," she said a bit shyly. "Well, thanks, Kelli. Pulling long hours at the office doesn't really let you take care of much at home. But I think I'll be taking a few days of leave soon, just to rest up a little," I said truthfully. "Cool. Spring Break is this week, too, so I'll be having some time off to myself. It'll be great to go out, stay up late, have the whole house to myself in the afternoons," Kelli said, smiling excitedly. "It's nice, isn't it? No worries, no interruptions," I said, almost as if thinking out loud. "Totally. I mean, you try lounging around the house naked with your parents lurking nearby. It's impossible," she said indignantly. I nearly choked on my own breath. Naked? Kelli? A wonderful mental image if ever my mind were to conjure one. I laughed nervously. "Well...yes, I can see where that would be a problem. But it's definitely nice to be able to go naked all day. Most people aren't comfortable enough to do it." "I am! I mean, I don't have anything to be ashamed of!" Kelli said with a chuckle. You most certainly don't, young lady, I thought to myself. Nothing at all to be ashamed of. "Well, neither do I, if I should say so myself," I added. "No, you don't," Kelli responded without hesitation. "In fact, you've got a wonderful body. You should show even more of it. Instead of mowing the lawn in that old T-shirt, for example...," Kelli trailed off. I blushed, not really knowing how to reply. "Well, thank you, Kelli...thanks a lot." Kelli laughed. "I know, I'm blunt, aren't I? I can't help it. It's always been my nature to speak what's on my mind. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." I was still flushed deep crimson, but I just shook it off. "No, not at all. It's nice for an old codger like me to get a compliment every once in awhile." "Trust me, Mr. Theissen, you're not old," Kelli said, her gaze shifting downward a bit. I looked down, too, and noticed that tenting my shorts was a burgeoning erection. I was hard in front of Kelli, and she was the reason I had gotten that way! I thought my face would catch on fire with embarrassment. I did everything in my power not to cup my hands over my dick in front of her, which would make it screamingly obvious, as if it wasn't enough so. "I...I, um, should probably get back into the house. Maureen's probably close to finishing dinner," I lied, wanting to flee right then and there. "No problem," Kelli said, unruffled. "I'll see you later on." I turned to head to the house, pulling the mower behind me, when I heard her call again. "Mr. Theissen?" I wheeled around. "Yes, Kelli?" "Like I said, you've got nothing to be ashamed of!" I turned back around, still tugging the mower behind me. As crazy as it sounds, right then and there, I felt like an eighteen year-old again, because I would have liked nothing more than to have had my old high school buddies see that. Much like I was right then, they'd be slapping me on the back for a job well done. Of course, you know where later that night found me. After dinner, I had nearly torn upstairs to the shower. I wanted to get the sweat and stink off my body, but also release all that tension that Kelli had inspired in me. I was hard, so hard, and had an even harder time keeping it a secret from Maureen for the past two hours. As soon as I felt that firm blast of hot water from the shower head pound my back, my hands went immediately to work. I took a bit of soap lather and used it to make my cock extra slippery as I moved my hand over it rapidly. I held the shaft firmly and stroked up and down, squeezing extra hard as I came to the head. With my left hand, I massaged my balls, rolling them in small circles, moaning at the sensitivity of them. My cock was especially sensitive, and I would have liked nothing more than for it to have been buried in Kelli's tight little virginal pussy. I had no way of knowing if she really was a virgin, but her body looked so tight and small that I could only imagine the texture and tension and heat of her cunt. I could imagine wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, bending her over with the weight of my body, her legs open wide as I fucked her, standing up, from behind. I'd fill every empty spare inch of her pussy with my cock, driving it in with long, deep strokes, and feel her pussy contract on my cock as I hit that one sweet spot deep into the recesses of her vagina. I ached to feel her cunt spasm around me, to feel her come and hear her scream my name and shriek with passion. And more than anything, I wanted to feel her beautiful, toned body literally suck the come from my balls, draining me until I could barely stand. Fantasizing had just about done the trick; I could imagine what the real thing would feel like. My breathing got hard and shallow as I felt it coming, felt my semen racing to the end of my cock. I came, harder than I had in a long while, leaning my head against the cold tile of the shower and nearly whimpering in pleasure. My throaty groans threatened to burst free more loudly than I wanted, but I repressed them. As always, I stifled it for the sake of discretion. From my own wife, for Christ's sake. I think Maureen is the only person I know that could make me feel such resentment after such a wonderful orgasm. I dried off, put my pajamas on (sleep naked? In Maureen's presence? I don't think so!), and crawled into bed, where Maureen was already asleep. Tomorrow would be Monday, Maureen would be off power brokering, and I had my whole chateau to yours truly. Note to self: go naked. I awoke the next morning to find that Maureen had already headed off to work. I looked at the digital clock by my bedside; it was 11:30! I stretched, feeling very rested. It was great to actually get some sleep for once, instead of tossing and turning, only to have to rise at six a.m. and go to work. I got up, looked down at my clothed body, and realized that had to change. I pulled off the top and the pants, and saw myself naked in the full length dressing mirror next to our chest of drawers. I looked good, and felt even better. Time for coffee. I went downstairs after serenading the porcelain goddess (and losing my morning erection), feeling my now flaccid dick swinging proudly, freely. Ah, so good to be alone. And so it went the whole day. I ate breakfast in the nude, drank my requisite two cups of coffee in the nude, read the paper in the nude, watched some TV in the nude it was pure paradise. Until the doorbell rang. I uttered a curse and grabbed a robe off the hook of the downstairs bathroom door. I made my way to the door, wondering who in the world it could be. I peeked through the hole in the door, just to make sure it wasn't some salesman. I hate salesman. It most certainly wasn't a salesman. It was Kelli. Immediately, my heart started pounding. I remembered that today was the beginning of Spring Break for the high school students, and that she was going to be home the whole day. But what was she doing here? I thought I'd jump out of my skin before I realized that it would probably be a good idea to answer the door and find out. I timidly cracked the door, acting surprised to see her. "Kelli! Hey, kiddo, what can I do for you?" "Hi, Mr. Theissen. You...said you were taking a vacation, right?" "Well, yes I am. It's just me and the house today," I said, feeling my cock twitch. "I thought maybe you might want some company," she said simply. I balked. Company? But she was a teenager. Why wasn't she hanging out with one of her probable hundreds of friends? "I, uh, thought you were going to go see your friends. It's boring around here, Kelli. I'm sure you'd have much more fun going swimming or seeing a movie with those girls you always hang out with," I said, silently kicking myself the minute it was out of my mouth. I was persuading her to leave. Was I stupid? A Limited Partnership Then I realized, yes, I was stupid. I was a married man, and Kelli was so much younger than me. I didn't even know if she was eighteen yet; if not, anything between us would be criminal. I could get in trouble, lose my job even, if it ever got out that I had fucked her. Kelli rolled her eyes. "Those girls are the ones that are boring. That's why I came over here. I'm tired of hanging out with them. I wanted to be able to talk with someone that really would have something to talk about. An adult. I'm an adult." "You, uh, you are?" I asked. "Yeah. I mean, my eighteenth birthday was three months ago. I guess when you turn eighteen, they say you're an adult. Right?" She asked hopefully. Oh, mama, you sure are an adult, I thought. All reservation that I managed to reasonably hold onto flew out the window. "Actually, it's been kind of dull around here without anyone to talk to. And it's not like my wife and I talk much anyway, so I barely even noticed she was gone," I added with a laugh. I held the door open and stepped aside. "Come on in, Kelli." A huge grin spread across her perfect tanned features. She skipped inside. I shut the door behind us, then realized I was still in my robe. If I played my cards right, maybe I could take it off again. "I apologize for being so underdressed. I had to throw a robe on when you showed up," I said somewhat bashfully. "Oh, so you took my advice, huh? Going around naked, I mean?" I nodded. "Yeah, when I realized Maureen wasn't here, it's the first thing I did. I just tossed my pajamas to the wind." I realized I wasn't being a very good host, so I showed her to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? A soda, maybe?" "Sure," she said nonchalantly. I opened the fridge to pull out a can, but realized I had drank the last one yesterday afternoon. I stood there with the refrigerator door open, wondering what to do then. "Out of soda?" Kelli asked, as if reading my thoughts. "Yeah. But we have milk, orange juice, herbal tea ," I suggested. "And a bottle of Cabernet that I see resting on the wine rack by the toaster oven. That'll do nicely," she said. "You're not old enough to drink," I said, stating the obvious. "But we are alone enough for no one to know. I like wine so much better than soda anyway," she said. Sounding so grown up. Trying to. It was beyond sexy. I didn't argue. I hurriedly popped the cork in the bottle and poured her a wineglass full of Cabernet. This wasn't cheap stuff; it cost about $95 a bottle and was rich and full. She took a sip, smacking her lips. "Very good," she said with a smile. I sat down, having poured myself a glass of the wine, and looked at her from across the counter. I was about to ask some trite question or another when she asked one of her own. "So you mean to tell me that your wife makes you wear pajamas to bed? I thought married people slept naked together," she wondered. I chuckled. "They normally do, but Maureen and I haven't been naked in the same room for...well, I don't even know how long. But it's been a long time, to put it honestly." "Wow. So you two don't...you know...have sex anymore?" Kelli asked. She immediately turned red and said, "I'm sorry. That was way too personal." "I wouldn't suggest asking a public official that question, but it's okay, I don't mind. The answer is no, Kelli, Maureen and I don't have sex anymore. We barely even kiss anymore, when we go our separate ways every morning. When we do, it's out of routine. And even that's starting to fade out," I related, getting a little heavyhearted as I admitted it. Kelli was silent with awe. "That's harsh. Really harsh. My parents aren't like teenagers anymore, but I know they still fuck a lot. And they always kiss each other hello and goodbye. It seems so normal. I can't imagine two people who are married not doing that stuff," she said innocently. I smiled at her naivete. So idealistic at this age, I thought of teenagers in general. But she seemed genuinely concerned, and fairly wise for her years. I was enjoying talking to her about it. It helped to talk to someone. "I think we just got married for the wrong reasons. I love Maureen, I really do, but I think it's more of a situation where we just appealed each other's fancies, and there wasn't a lot of substance behind our relationship. Since we made if official, it's been a slow progression of realization that not a lot was there, and perhaps we shouldn't have gotten married," I explained, rationalizing it both to Kelli and to myself. "Well, should have or shouldn't have she should still let you sleep naked!" Kelli said, breaking the tension a little. I had to laugh. "You're still young, Mr. Theissen. You've got to miss sex. How do you go without it?" "Masturbation. Lots of it. Not to gross you out, but it's the only thing that keeps me sane," I said honestly. Actually, even that was starting to fail me. I would go crazy without a woman of some sort, eventually. Kelli giggled. "I've only touched myself a few times, and got an orgasm from it each time. But it's kind of getting boring." "Boring?" I said, not imagining how masturbation could be boring for someone so young. "How is it boring?" "I'm ready to go beyond it. I'm ready to actually...actually have a guy touch me. A man. No one ever has, though," Kelli said wistfully. "I think maybe it's because they don't think I'm pretty enough." My eyes widened. Not pretty enough? She had to be kidding. "Kelli, believe me, it's not because you're not pretty. I think that's the last reason a guy wouldn't have sex with you. I think maybe it's because they don't believe in sex before marriage, or they simply don't know how to approach a girl. Sex is scary for anyone who's never done it, whether they're male or female," I said knowingly. "So you think I'm pretty? You'd have sex with me?" Kelli prompted, her eyes shining. Oh, God, I thought. The moment of truth to end all moments of truth. "I...think you're very pretty, Kelli. Beautiful," I said, kind of avoiding the second question. Kelli was not to be put off. "And you would have sex with me?" I sighed. Well, that was shot to hell. Might as well not hurt the girl's feelings. "Yes, Kelli. I would most definitely have sex with you. If I were younger," I added, to buffer the provocativeness of the answer. "Why younger?" Kelli asked, getting up from her chair. "You're still young, too. And I'm eighteen. So why would you have to be any younger?" She walked over to me, and to my surprise, sat in my lap. "Because then I could do it and not have any guilt. If I were younger, I probably wouldn't be married and I'd be able to have you and not worry about any trouble. But I am and I do, so I don't know if it could happen," I said, trying to keep rational thought straight in my brain. My cock was getting hard beneath Kelli's ass, and she would have had to have been a paraplegic not to have felt it. "But your wife doesn't love you anymore. If she did, she'd take care of you and kiss you and tell you she loved you. And she'd fuck you, too. A good wife, a loving wife, would do all of that for you," Kelli argued. "Maybe so, but we're still married, and I can't...," I said, my resolve starting to break. "Mr. Theissen...can I call you Michael? Since we're both adults here?" Kelli asked, emphasizing the “both” part as if to drive a point home. "Sure," I said. "I know I'm young. And I'm about as inexperienced as they come. But I don't want some other inexperienced little boy taking away my first time. I want someone who knows what he's doing, and can do it right, and please me like you want your wife to please you. I want to please you, and I know you want me, too, because I can feel you you got hard the minute I sat on your lap. I want you to show me everything, teach me everything, because I want to learn and because I'm really horny. And I want you. Since I was even old enough to notice guys, I've noticed you. You're so sexy, Michael," she said, leaning in against my ear, darting her tiny little girl tongue out and licking my earlobe before whispering, "and I want you to fuck me. I want you to have my virginity. No one else." She stated it like a true professional, and from then on, I was sold. I couldn't talk myself out of it now. I had to have her, and I would. I pulled her closer to me and started kissing her, her lips so sweet and soft that it took the breath from me. I had never experienced lips so wonderful and so delectable; the flesh was smooth and the color of deep strawberry. Her mouth tasted like candy, as if she had been chewing bubblegum or licking a lollipop before she had come over. I wove my fingers through her downy soft, yellow-blond hair. It was so long, and silky, that I just wanted to bury my face in it. It cascaded to her waist, and occasionally curled up at different ends, forming random tendrils that swayed like a blond waterfall. My hands had other prospects in mind, and I couldn't keep them in just one spot. She was finally mine, would be mine, and I couldn't repress my excitement. All of those times that I had jerked in the shower, all those times that I wanted to cry out and moan in sexual release, came pouring out in this one singular moment. Without any restraint, I could have come right then from the sheer anticipation. But nothing would ruin this. It was my moment, my moment of glory. And nothing, not even Maureen and her indifference, would spoil it. I picked her up, and decided to head into the guest bedroom. Her smooth, shapely legs dangled and I took her in my arms, bridal style, and carried her into the room. I deposited her on the bed with care, and she stretched out, her body rising as her back arched. She looked relaxed and composed and so sexy that I felt I could rape her. "Michael," she said breathily, "take off that robe. Let me finally see you naked." I didn't have to be told twice. I stripped off my robe and let it drop to the floor. She took in the sight of my naked body, and I could see her body shudder slightly. I knew it was turning her on, that her pure, tight little pussy was growing wet. "Now," I said, slowly leaning over her on the bed, supporting my weight on my arms, "let me finally see you naked." With that, I pulled the bottom of her small, tight T-shirt up, raising it over her flat torso, over the swell of her breasts, and as she raised up to help me, over her head. I tossed it aside without a second thought. I then realized that Kelli was wearing no bra. I stood there for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her gorgeous breasts. They were perfectly shaped, rounded, and slightly larger than the size of billiard balls. Atop each one was a hard, dark red nipple, throbbing with the need to be sucked, and I happily obliged. I lowered my mouth to her left breast, gently licking around the areola with the tip of my outstretched tongue. I flicked it over her nipple, then closed my mouth all the way around both nipple and areola and sucked like a starved kitten. I squeezed both breasts in both hands, very gently, as I suckled at Kelli's erect breast. She moaned and squirmed, her little sighs and mews making me even harder, harder than I thought possible. Her back arched upward, pushing her breath further up to my mouth, and I sucked harder and alternately broke contact to lap at her nipple with my tongue and tickle it with my teeth. I decided to move on, burying my head between her ample cleavage, licking that tender skin in the valley between her tits. My hands pinched and massaged her nipples, and I soon made my way over to her right breast, paying it the same homage as I did to the left. By now, Kelli was moaning louder, and I knew I had so far done a wonderful job of getting her ready. She grabbed my head my the sides, and pushed upward, stealing her nipple from my eager mouth. She then lightly pushed on my chest so that I fell to the side and onto my back. She rose on her knees on the bed, again examining my body, stretched out for her to explore and dictate. She immediately dove for my hard cock, which was now perpendicular to the rest of my body, forming a right angle with my thighs. She touched it, held it in her soft hands, and in response it throbbed even harder. I shut my eyes tightly and leaned back, letting her get acquainted with it. She massaged it, stroking the shaft and working up to the head, where she let her open palm rotate in circles around that engorged zenith of my cock. I moaned, murmuring that it felt so good, that she was really pleasing me. And she was. Suddenly, I felt a warm wetness around my cock's head, and I realized that she had taken me in her mouth. I shuddered with the sudden rush of sensation that her hot little mouth was offering. She held my cock at the base with a firm left hand, and with her right hand she stroked upwards in the motion of a corkscrew while her mouth continued to bathe the head lavishly. She let go of the base, and moved her left hand to my balls, rolling them around much like I do when I jerk in the shower. Still moving her clasped hand over my cock, she ran her tongue down the crevice between my testicles. At this I groaned loudly. Maureen, even in the days when we still had sex, rarely went down on me and certainly never licked my balls like Kelli was doing. She released her hold on my dick and began to pay attention to my balls and, simultaneously, my asshole. She licked around my balls, occasionally taking one, then the other in her mouth. She used her hands to push my legs farther apart, still licking the tender flesh of my scrotum. She worked her way down to my perineum, tickling that with the tip of her tongue, and I shivered in pleasure. Further down, her tongue began exploring my anus, flicking and darting around that tight hole until it was most likely as wet as her pussy was then. With her right hand she massaged my asshole, her mouth now focusing in on my balls again. Her little fingers tickled and caressed my anus, and soon I felt pressure as she continued to suck my testicles. She was pushing her middle finger into my asshole, and as I realized it, I relaxed my muscles as much as I could so that it wouldn't hurt. The feelings were not unpleasant, but just intense. I had never had anything put into my ass, but had always heard that it felt great when one was used to it. She had glided her left middle finger into my ass, and with her right hand she grabbed my cock again, thrusting it into her mouth. Deeper her finger sank into my ass, and I began to groan louder. It did feel great; I was loving it. No one had ever made me feel this good, this pleasured. When Kelli got as deep as she could go, she pulled it out slowly, then worked it back in again. I was being fucked by this gorgeous girl's hand. She pushed it in and drew it out increasingly faster and harder, and I couldn't keep my arousal down to a normal volume. I felt I would soon come, feeling her finger in my ass and having her luscious mouth on my cock, and I didn't want that. Not yet. I managed to sit myself up, reluctantly pulling her away from my painfully hard cock. I had to have her now, right here, this minute. She could tell what I was thinking right off. "I want to fuck you," she whispered, her breath exerted by lust. "And I'm going to fuck you," I replied, laying her body back onto the bed, her head touching the pillows. Her blonde hair was fanned out around her, and for a moment I felt almost a distinct shame like I was about to fuck an angel. I settled myself between her legs, which were spread generously enough for me to fit my lean body into. My cock was just outside the folds of her tight little pussy, which was dripping with wetness. "Yes," she whispered, raising her hips and pushing them forward. "Put it inside me. Fuck me..." I wet the head of my cock in her heavily flowing juices, reaching down to fondle her clit, my fingers coming away drenched. She took my hand and sucked on those fingers, tasting herself. That act alone made me want to explode. I realized, though, that she was a virgin, and that this would hurt her, even if only a little bit. I had to be as gentle as possible, at least for right now. I pushed forward, hearing her last heated "Yessss" before hearing her gasp sharply and feeling her grab onto my arms, her sharp little nails digging into my flesh. She whimpered as if a doctor was giving her an injection with a particularly large needle, and I could hear her breathing go shallow. "God," she said, her voice breaking. "Oh, it hurts...uhhhhhhnnn..." It broke my heart that it always had to hurt the first time. I wanted it to be nothing but pleasure for her. But it would subside. "Ssssh, I know it does, baby," I said to her comfortingly. "Just relax and don't tense up. It will pass. It won't hurt long, precious, not long at all." I kissed her forehead and pushed in as slowly as I could possibly manage until I was almost completely buried in her virgin cunt. I stayed still for a minute, caressing her face and brushing the hair from her eyes until I felt her kissing my neck fervently, felt her pussy squeeze around my cock. The pain must have ebbed significantly, and I began to fuck her very gently and very slowly. Her pussy was so tight, so exquisitely tight, that with every thrust I wanted to come deep inside her. I felt her hips begin to rise, attempting to accept my dick deeper into her cunt. She was liking it. No, she was loving it. "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned softly. "Oh, Michael, that feels so good. Don't stop, Michael, please don't stop." "I won't," I said, voice infused with lust. I pulled out and pushed in with as much care as possible, but soon she was scratching my back and begging me to go faster, harder. "Yes, yes, Michael, uhhnnnnnnn....ahhhhhh," she cried, "yes, do it, do it...fuck me!" Soon I was slamming into her cunt, making her scream with every thrust. She came at least twice, and I felt like I was close, before I stopped and pulled out. "What...what are you doing?" Kelli said, breathless. "I want you to ride me," I said, trying to catch my own breath. "I've never done that before," she said, "I ," I shushed her. "It's easy. I'll teach you." With that, I lay down on my back, and pulled her on top of me. "Now, straddle me like you're riding a horse, and I'll put my cock inside you." She did it, and sure enough, I was able to guide my dick into her slick, hot pussy easily. I felt her stiffen with a gasp. "Oh! Oh, Michael, it's...it's so tight...," she said, moving her hips and pulling her twat over my cock. "Sit completely upright," I directed her. She did, and I raised my hips, shoving my cock deeper into her pussy. Right then, she came. "Ohhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhh Michael, I'm comminnnnngg! Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...oohhhhhh, that's so good," she screamed as I grabbed her hips, pulling her harder onto my dick. I was still completely hard, and my engorged head must have been slamming directly into a sweet spot. Even after she came, she was moaning like crazy, scratching my chest, and screaming out my name. With this beautiful, young blonde above me, I felt like I would come in no time... I began to buck my hips upward even faster, and Kelli's moans grew stronger, louder, and I knew she would come again as I came. I felt that sensation, that delicious tightening as I felt my orgasm come on, and when it hit me, I was raising my voice along with her, our voices mingling in a passionate, orgasmic aria. When we settled down, I felt content, and surprisingly, completely guiltless. Cheating on Maureen hadn't been hard at all. I had gotten what I wanted some affection, some passion, and some attention and now that I had it, I didn't feel bad in the least. In fact, I felt great. A Limited Partnership I looked over at Kelli. She was laying completely flat, her gorgeous chest heaving from exertion, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her lovely blond locks were a little mussed, but she still was a stunning creature, even more so because she had been mine. I didn't have to say much in that moment, because there really wasn't much to say, but we were both thinking it. This wasn't love, but it definitely was a strong bond now, something that would be a source of release and comfort for both of us. We were friends, lovers, but still had our own separate worlds holding us back. I had a marriage, a job, and a reputation. She had school, parents, and a reputation. Though we had a sumptuous partnership, it could never go farther than the discreet meetings like the ones we had just had. But that was okay. She understood, and didn't take anything the wrong way. I was her lover, her man that she had wanted to possess her body for a time, and she was my comfort in a bad marriage, that someone who could fill that empty spot in need of encouragement, affirmation, and affection. She was my reminder that I was still young, full of vitality, and had needs just like anyone and anything else. Sure, I could have divorced Maureen, and maybe tried something with her. But life is like that, and so are people: a little afraid of change. I liked our arrangement, and for the time before sweet Kelli headed off to college that fall, we made the most of it.