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Eileen

By: _Lynn_



Frank was gone. He packed his belongings and left. Eileen thought he loved her, that he was looking forward to having children with her, growing old together. A stockbroker by trade, Frank was intelligent, funny, and handsome. Her career in accounting brought in a decent income too, together allowing them to take exotic vacations and drive nice cars. Yet Frank had walked out. 

The crisp night air, almost chilly, cooled her skin, easing a bit of the tension behind her eyes. Eileen drove along the dark streets, going nowhere. Blinking lights, the sign for Keb's Bar, called to her as never before. Pulling into an empty parking space near the back, Eileen slid out of her car. In a daze, she walked to the front door. 

A single spot at the end of the bar beckoned her. Slipping onto the stool, she ordered a margarita from the attentive bartender. Eileen ignored the sounds around her, hoping instead to dull the pain in her heart with the alcohol. A plethora of memories clouded her brain: meeting Frank, the day he proposed, how handsome he was, and the first time they made love. Sharp daggers pierced her heart with each image and crushed her until she broke down, sobbing. 

****

Rocky ordered another beer, laughing along with his friends. All in their late twenties to early thirties, the four were regulars at Keb's Bar. The group had gone to college together and still gravitated to the local hangout on Friday nights. Giving each other a hard time about their favorite sports teams, all four sat on shiny bar stools and surveyed the crowd.

The lights turned her hair a dozen shades of red, catching Rocky's attention. Natural curls followed the curve of her hunched shoulders, floating down her back. Sobs wracked her slender body as she sat at the end of the bar alone. Beer in hand, he walked over and sat down next to the sad young woman. 

"So a man was driving down the road with twenty penguins in the back seat. A police officer stops him and says that he can't drive around with the penguins in the car and should take them to the zoo. The man agrees and drives off. The next day, the same man is driving down the road with those twenty penguins in the back. Again, the police officer stops him and says, "Hey! I thought I told you to take those to the zoo." The man replies, "I did. Today I'm taking them to the movies," Rocky said, his voice changing with the different roles in the joke. 

Despite her mood, Eileen started laughing. The joke was corny, but the way the stranger portrayed the characters made it funny. 

"Rocky Manville," he said, holding out his hand. 

Reed thin, he wore a brown sweater, khaki slacks, and hiking boots. His hair was in need of a trim, the slight curl in the back a hint at how long he had been away from a barber shop. But his eyes were what held her attention. Dark brown, almost black, Eileen noticed a touch of sadness deep in them similar to that found in hers. 

"Have you ever been in love with someone, Rocky?"

"Once, long ago, yes."

"I thought someone loved me. Eileen Hulette," she replied, putting her soft hand in his. 

Green eyes, puffy from crying, still held tears in the corners. A hint of embarrassment stained her pale cheeks.

"Why can't life be easy?" Eileen asked.

"Ah, but wouldn't people become bored?" 

"There are parts of life that go along smoothly."

"Are they the pieces that bother you though, Eileen?"

Eileen took another drink of her margarita before answering. This stranger, Rocky, made her think instead of just giving her neutral answers. He stimulated her brain, and that intrigued her.

"How can you love someone but never really know them?" 

Rocky heard pain and confusion in the question, and wondered about the person who hurt Eileen. Having a deep conversation with this woman somehow felt right, even though they'd only exchanged names minutes ago. 

"Many people hide their flaws early in a relationship, to impress others," Rocky replied.

"What you mean is they hide pieces of themselves . . ."

"Yeah, in a sense they do. But not everything can be hidden, either."

Her brief nod told him she understood the implication in his words. She had already noticed the jagged scar on his cheek. 

"I was seven, trying to show off on the playground at school," he said, confirming the injury happened a long time ago.

The noise in the crowded room soon made it difficult to talk. Friday nights were always busy and the band was loud. Rocky leaned in closer to listen, resting his arm along the back of the bar stool. The young woman's words came in chunks, parts blocked out by the constant beat of the rock music. 

"I didn't catch all of that. The music . . ." Rocky said.

"What?" Eileen asked, trying to piece the words together. "It's too loud in here!"

He shook his head, hands out at his sides, palms up. Rocky wanted to turn the volume down on the band so he could hear Eileen instead. 

"This is crazy!" Eileen almost shouted.

Trusting her instincts, Eileen stood up and pointed to the door. With a brief tilt of her head, she invited him outside where it was quieter. Rocky didn't hesitate, tossing some bills on the bar and following close behind the redhead. After only a few steps, she turned and reached for his hand, like a stranger he had known before. 

Stepping outside, Eileen spotted the subway train. Acting on impulse, she tugged on the brown sweater. Together, they ran down the block to board right before the steel doors slid shut. Finding the car close to empty, they headed to a corner. The clanking of the wheels was almost hypnotic, soothing after the deafening music in Keb's Bar, and neither spoke for several minutes. 

Rocky observed this woman he found himself sharing space with, a stranger yet not. He wanted to wipe the remnants of tears off the soft cheeks, hold Eileen close and make things right for her. Only he didn't know what was wrong. 

Somehow, Eileen needed to tell this stranger about herself. Content with that thought, she focused on a black mark on the floor and began.

"When I was thirteen, my best friend and I were angels in a school play. For my birthday that year, Latwanda gave me a small figurine dressed the same as we had been. I kept it all these years, along with the card. She moved away when we were in high school, and I never heard from her again."

Eileen hesitated, trying to block out the ugly scene that had occurred in her apartment a few hours ago. 

"My parents were strict, seldom allowing me the liberties most children had. An hour a day went into studying religion and they insisted I play a musical instrument even though I hated it and was horrible. I wasn't the best student, so it took me forever to get my homework done. It all pushed me into becoming a loner."

The subway car lurched as the brakes slowed the train for the next stop. A few people entered, letting in a rush of pungent exhaust. 

"Latwanda's family lived a couple houses down from ours, so we went to the same school. At recess, I was always included in whatever games she played. I think she was lonesome and sensed I was too. We didn't have many black people living in our city back then and none in our grade. I loved those stolen minutes where I was free to be a kid without my parents there."

Rocky listened as Eileen described her childhood. It was so opposite from his own that he had a hard time relating. He knew he couldn't take the bad memories away, but he might be able to bring her some joy in the future. Some deep protective instinct pulled at him as he looked into her eyes.

"Did you ever want something so bad you swore you would do anything to get it, Rocky?"

"When I was about eleven or twelve, I went to the bicycle shop in town with my friends. One of them needed a new tube since his had a leak. There was the shiniest blue bike I ever saw in the front window. The fenders were chrome and it had one of those banana seats that were so popular back then," Rocky replied with a sad smile.

"I raced home to tell my parents because my birthday was coming up and that's what I wanted. My father decided to teach me the value of earning my own money that year. When school let out for the summer, I had a long list of tasks to do. Each time I completed one, I was that much closer to my dream bicycle."

"I can just about imagine you at that age painting the fence and mowing the lawn."

"The list also had things like washing and waxing my father's car each week, working in the garden, doing the dishes, and cleaning out the garage." 

"How much time did you need to earn enough?" she asked.

"My mom got real sick that summer and things were rough. On the nights she was too tired and weak to get out of bed, I had to cook. Many days I ended up doing laundry and the vacuuming too. Since none of those were on my father's list, I didn't earn anything when I helped her. I never got the bicycle."

"That wasn't fair, Rocky. I'm sorry."

"A lot of things weren't that year," he replied.

Another stop made further conversation on the subject impossible. The doors slid open and all the others disembarked. A blast of cooler air swirled in to blend with the stale heat. No one entered their car this time, and soon the subway train took off again. 

"When I was a kid, I wanted to be like all the others in the neighborhood and play outside, have fun. Each night I swore I would do better in school so my father wouldn't be angry and spank me. He had a horrible temper and my mother always appeased him. She had learned it was easier to keep out of his way than to argue with him. I tried really hard, but nothing was quite right."

"That must have been horrible to live through," Rocky said.

"Yeah, my father seemed to thrive on the anger, smirking whenever he found an excuse to get the paddle out. I met Jake when I was sixteen and he was twenty. He was kind and gentle, gave me little presents, and treated me so good. No one had ever been nice to me like he was. I fell for him right away."

Rocky tried to imagine Eileen's childhood. Though his own hadn't been easy, his parents had loved him. 

"Then one day Jake was gone; no hints that he was leaving, no arguments, nothing. Several years passed before I discovered my father had pointed out the sex laws in our state regarding minors to Jake. The implication was that if Jake and I remained a couple, he would press charges. Between the temper, the spankings, and the strict rules, I had already thought about moving out after I graduated from high school. The issue with Jake was the last straw, so to speak," she explained.

"I'm sorry you had to live that way, Eileen."

Somewhere during the last few minutes, they had gravitated closer to each other. Rocky slipped his arm around Eileen's shoulders. The gesture was as much to offer comfort as to touch her. 

"It took me a long time to trust anyone after Jake left," she went on, acknowledging his words with a slight nod. "How many women do you know who are still single at my age?"

He chose to be honest rather than placate her. "Most are married. But I'm thirty and I'm still alone too."

"You're attractive, a great listener, and you seem intelligent. Why aren't you married with all that going for you?"

"It helps if I meet the right lady. One who loves me and not what I can do for her," Rocky replied.

"All of that is true. Frank worked in the building next to where I did. The first time I saw him, he was leaving with this beautiful woman on his arm. I didn't even know him, yet I wanted to be next to him. They could have been married or engaged, but I didn't think of that right then. Every day after that I imagined how Frank and I would meet and fall in love."

Rocky felt the fine tremors in her body and pulled her against his chest. A waft of her perfume teased his nose, the exotic scent fitting her. 

"How did you get his attention, drop something, bump into him, wear a short skirt?" Rocky asked. 

Eileen's slight chuckle reverberated through him, ending in his groin. He wanted to take her home and explore her for hours. But the timing wasn't right.

"A friend of mine set me up on a blind date. Arrangements were to meet at Chico's restaurant uptown. The guy was a real jerk and I decided to leave. He had other plans and grabbed my arm. Next thing I knew, he was holding his nose as blood spurted out and someone pulled me away. I was so shocked that I didn't think about the danger of letting a stranger lead me outside. All I wanted to do was get away from the creep. I heard a voice asking if I was okay and turned to see Frank. He had just finished his dinner when he saw that guy pulling my arm and came to my rescue."

"I hope you had a long talk with whoever set you up," Rocky said.

"We never spoke again, but that was the beginning for Frank and me. We spent several evenings a week together, learning everything about one another. When he asked me to live with him, I was ecstatic."

"I finally had the kind of home I always wanted. There were no fights, though we had our spats. Frank had a lot of stress at his job, and began stopping off for a drink with some of the other guys from work. I couldn't understand why he didn't want to be with me. Frank accused me of being needy. I thought he would be anxious to come right home. Does that make sense, Rocky?"

"I've discovered a good relationship is difficult to maintain without communication. My last girlfriend expected me to know what she wanted without saying a word. No matter how often I tried to explain I couldn't read her mind on every little thing, she would go off on how stupid I was. Her preference for a specific restaurant when we went out was supposed to be obvious to me. If I asked, she ignored me, leaving me to choose a place."

He thought for a minute before going on. "I think there are different levels of love. A couple who is open and shares their deepest thoughts and desires will most likely stay together forever. If they pick what they tell their partner, keeping part back, they'll do okay for a few years or so. But if those same two people, or even just one, are selfish and conceited, the relationship won't last."

Eileen didn't reply, and Rocky figured she was mulling his words around. Another stop came up and the sliding doors whisked open. Three teenagers boarded and sat a few seats away. The trio laughed and joked, each one talking louder. The intrusion into what Rocky had started to think of as 'their space' irritated him, but he remained quiet. 

Long minutes passed and the threesome didn't settle down. Rocky rested his chin on Eileen's head, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo. His hand found hers, their fingers twining together in a natural move. Snuggling, they each hoped the teenagers would leave at the next stop. 

The subway train stopped several more times before the group pushed and shoved each other through the open doors. Rocky sighed at the relative peace that came with their departure. Yet neither he nor Eileen spoke, one lost in memories and the other in fantasies.

Shards of glass, her favorite angel figurine unrecognizable, skittered across the hardwood floor. Eileen cowered in the corner of the living room at the obvious anger in her boyfriend. He grabbed another piece of the delicate collection, smashing the fragile shape against the wall.

Frank held the paper in front of her, claiming it was all the evidence he needed. Deciding she wasn't worth the effort anymore, he tossed the faded card onto the floor and turned. Eileen sobbed as he slammed the front door behind him.

"He thought I cheated," she said in a small voice.

"Why?"

"I was going through a box of things and found the angel card."

Rocky tried to figure out the relationship between her last two sentences. Then he remembered.

"Do you mean the card your friend gave you with the angel years ago?"

"Yeah, that one," she replied. "She wrote a message inside, nothing that I ever thought sounded wrong. Just something about how I would be her favorite angel forever, and that she would never forget that night."

"How did he get . . .?"

"She ended the note with 'Billy'. Frank saw that and flew into a rage. He never let me explain that Billy hated her given name. I tried to tell him how old I was when she gave the angel to me, but he seemed to think I got the card since I was with him."

Rocky was getting a better picture of the man who hurt Eileen. If she were his, he could never do anything to cause her pain. He wanted to learn all about her, to discover how her skin tasted, and if her eyes changed color while making love. He shifted as his body reacted to that last image.

They never moved from their seats as the subway train stopped once more. An elderly couple smiled at Rocky as they slid onto the bench a few feet away.

"I enjoy seeing young couples in love. Too many people today only think about sex, forgetting the complexities of a relationship," the woman said, a tender smile on her face.

Correcting the woman never crossed Rocky's mind. Instead, he just nodded and grinned. 

The car became crowded as several basketball enthusiasts filled the seats at the next stop. Another forty-five minutes passed before Eileen looked around and saw they were alone again.

"When I was younger, I had a part-time job babysitting. Going into a home where the husband smiled at his wife shocked me. Being around that type of relationship between married couples was new to me. They unknowingly became my role models," she explained.

"Each time I dated somebody new, I compared men. Within a short time, my dates fell short and I broke the relationships off. Frank slipped in behind my defenses. I thought he was the one, but . . ."

The rhythmic clanging of the wheels filled the lull in conversation as Eileen looked at the stranger next to her. He made her feel comfortable, not afraid to speak her mind, as if she had known him forever. Tears welled up in her eyes as she berated herself for choosing a man that ended up being so wrong for her. 

"If you love someone you should trust them, right Rocky? You would give them a chance to explain, wouldn't you?" she asked, almost pleading for him to agree with her.

"Yes, I would. Trust is vital to sustaining a long-term relationship, in my opinion. Exposing your deepest, darkest secrets, knowing your partner will love you anyway. Letting them into your soul, where no one has ever been before. Finding a couple willing to give that kind of commitment to one another is rare."

"All of that is about the same as standing naked in front of them, don't you think?" 

Somehow it didn't surprise him she'd been able to strip away the extraneous words and turn them into one simple sentence.

"By opening yourself in every way, not just physically but mentally as well, you allow them to see the real you. Too many people have a separate persona for their job, one for family, and another for friends, until they lose sight of who they are," he said.

Rocky watched Eileen as he spoke. The dim lighting did nothing to detract from her beauty in his eyes. He had met this woman only hours ago, knew almost nothing about her, yet Rocky recognized the vulnerability in her. A hesitation, almost an uncertainty, crept into the way she spoke.

Trying to remember ever having such an in-depth conversation with a woman, Rocky looked away. Previous girlfriends included an ex- fiancée, but she had never wanted to hear about his hopes or thoughts. That was only one of the reasons for their break-up. Eileen might be his destiny.

The hours slipped away, less people boarded, and dawn brought them complete privacy. 

"It's time," she said.

Just the two words, but Rocky felt them echo through his head. He wanted her to stay, to ride the subway train forever. 

"Rocky?"

Tipping his head, Rocky never got a chance to answer. Eileen's soft lips covered his, her fingers brushing his cheek. Sucking in a breath of surprise, he unwittingly gave her tongue access to his mouth. Wrapping her up in his arms, he joined in the sweet kiss. Desire that had only simmered before burst into flames. 


Eileen



"No, I am not going to stop! I like what I am doing and what is happening. You wanted this and I didn't. But you kept pushing me and pushing me and now you are unhappy with what happened. I want him and you are just going to live with it."

That was my wife Eileen screaming at me and I really had no come back because what had happened, and what had put us at odds was my entire fault. I had been doodling around some internet sites and had come across some stories about how some guys got off on watching their wives fucking another man. Somehow or other the thought of seeing Eileen doing it with another guy fixated in my mind and one day I mentioned it to her. Of course she shot me down in an instant and told me I was insane. I must have been, because I kept after her for months, until I wore her down. Finally she said,

"I can't take you badgering me anymore, what will it take for you to stop all this nonsense."

"Just once I want to watch you in throes of passion. I think it would be the most erotic thing I could see."

"Well I think you are crazy but if you promise that if I do this for you it will be just once."

"Yes dear, that is all I ask."

"All right, just once but I have some conditions."

"What ever you want sweetheart."

"One, I get to pick or approve of the guy to be intimate with. Two, you have to be in the room with me when it happens. Three, you have to be fucking a woman in the bed next to me to even things up. Four, you have to promise me that you will never throw it up to me that I fucked another man if we ever have an argument about anything."

"OK, I agree to all but how am I going to accomplish number three?'

"I guess the same way you accomplish number one. It's your wish so it's your problem"

I thought on it a while and I came up with the obvious solution. I went on line and found several swingers clubs listed for our city and the following Saturday, after making the necessary arrangements, we went to our first swingers night. We checked into the upscale motel at 3pm with plenty of time to get ready for the cocktail party at 5:30. Dinner and dancing were scheduled for 7pm and the rest of the night was open for the main activities. 

Eileen showered first and when I tried to get into the shower with her she nixed the idea. "Nothing doing Bozo, it's going to take me a while to get ready and if you start now we will end up missing the cocktails." I reluctantly agreed and when I came out of the shower she was already in her bra and panties putting on her makeup. Her bra was a push up and the panties were a thong so I knew that she was beginning to anticipate the evening. When I saw how she looked after she put on her stockings and the little black dress I began to realize she really did like my idea.

We got to the cocktail party and began to circulate, meeting and talking to a few couples when Eileen asked me to get her a glass of wine. When I got back I found her in conversation with a nice looking couple who appeared to be about our age that she introduced as Gary and Sue. He was tall and good looking and she petite and cute and we seemed to be comfortable with them. We sat together for dinner at a table for four and Eileen was outrageously flirting with Gary while Sue and I conversed more conventionally. Finally Sue said to me, "It looks like we are about to paired off."

I replied, "I would really like that."

She said, "I really didn't want to do this or come here tonight. This was all Gary's idea but now I am beginning to like it too."

"Let's hope that I can make it pleasurable for you. I will try my best.

"I am sure you will but I don't know how I will be able to handle my husband's making love to another woman."

"I have to admit that this was my idea also and part of our deal is that we have to be in same room when it is happening. While it may be difficult for you I will try to keep your mind on us and what we are doing instead of what they are doing."

So dinner finished, the four of us walked into one of the rooms reserved by the club. As soon as we were in the door Eileen walked right into Gary's arms and lifted her face to be kissed. He responded open mouthed and they were off to the races. In no time, her dress was on the floor and he was sitting on a chair. She was straddling his lap, his cock trapped between his belly and hers and their lips glued together. Her went arms around his neck and I could see the slow movement of her hips as she rubbed herself on his cock.

Sue and I were both caught by surprise in the suddenness of their coupling and we just looked at each other. I shrugged and opened my arms to her and she leaned against my chest. "I'm not sure I can do this," she said.

"We'll just do what is comfortable for you and see where it will take us." was my reply.

With that I began rubbing her back as her arms went around my waist. I slowly unzipped the back of her dress and then slipped it off of her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. She lifted her face to mine and we kissed in a slow, soft, loving way. I unclasped her bra and I stooped to suck on her tit and I was rewarded with a quiet gentle moan. I lifted all 110 pounds of her and placed her on the bed and proceeded to kiss the insides of her thighs as I worked my way to her pussy and I soon brought her to a shuddering climax. As I moved up to push my almost painful erection into her I became aware of the action on the bed next to us. After all this was reason we were there to begin with.

Eileen was on her hands and knees with Gary's cock buried deep her. I could see his hand in her hair pulling her head back and the other hand was squeezing a tit so hard that her flesh was bulging through his fingers. His hips were pumping so hard and fast that her ass was a rippling mass of jelly. 

She was screaming, "Fuck me. Fuck me harder. No one has ever fucked me this good. Do it, do it lover. I feel you in me deeper than he has ever been. I want you to cum in me. Do it now."

And he did. I could see him stop pumping and his ass muscles tighten as he came. She came with him and the look on her face was one I had never seen before. It was lust, it was joy, and it was as if she had just seen nirvana.

They both collapsed onto the bed and she turned her face to kiss him and spooned her body to his and quietly sobbed, "That was so good."

I gently pressed my cock into Sue and began to slowly piston in and out. She responded with her hips and we both came to a soft satisfying climax. As I was kissing her and thanking her, the action began again on the other bed.

Eileen was straddling Gary's stomach kissing him all over his face. She moved back to his hips and kissed and sucked on his nipples and then on down to his belly. Finally she was straddling his thighs and she bent her head to his cock and started sucking him. She licked it and sucked it and then sucked his balls. I heard her say, "I can taste your cum and mine on your cock and it's an aphrodisiac for me. Get hard again lover I want you to cum in my mouth." 

I saw his cock rise up like Lazarus and stand tall and I saw my wife suck it like it was a Christmas candy cane. I saw the look on her face when he came in her mouth and I saw her swallow it and I knew I had made a mistake. She spent at least ten minutes cleaning him up with her mouth and telling him how good he tasted. I then decided that it was time to go home but Eileen didn't want to leave. I could tell that she wanted more of Gary's cock but this had gone further than I had anticipated. She had enjoyed herself more than I liked. I could see that Sue wanted to leave also and I thought that Gary would have liked to continue plowing my wife. We left saying that we keep in touch but as far as I was concerned it wasn't going to happen again.

In the car, on the way home Eileen said to me, "Well are you happy, you got to see me with another man. Was it everything you wanted it to be?"

"Yes it was and even a little bit more. In spite of your initial reservations I think you enjoyed it too."

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and if you want to try it again I guess I would be willing."

"No, this was a one off. I promised you I would only make you do it once. You set the conditions and it was only once. We both got what we wanted and that was enough."

She had no reply and although I couldn't see her face because it was dark in the car I couldn't help but feel that she was disappointed.

Shortly thereafter our love life slacked off. I didn't notice at first but after several weeks of our love life going from three or four time a week to once or maybe twice, I began to realize that something was wrong. I was beginning to hear reasons for not making love; headaches, cramps or just too tired. Eileen was a stay at home mom and I really had no idea what she did while the kids were in school. I had a high pressure job that I couldn't take time away from, so I hired a private investigator to tail her. 

It didn't cost that much. The first day on the job he hit pay dirt. He was waiting down the street for her to pull out after the kids left for school so he could follow her. Instead, a man came walking around the corner and walked right in through our front door. The PI waited two hours and followed the guy back around the corner to his car where he got the license number. Guess what, it was Gary.

When I got the news I was pissed. I knew something was wrong but I never thought that she would cheat on me with him. It was my own stupidity that caused this but I wasn't going to take lying down. I had the PI come in when I knew she would be out shopping and install three lipstick cameras in the house. That was expensive but worth it. One was in the entrance hall, one in the living room and one in the master bedroom. They were on from 8:30 to 3:30 while the kids were in school and recorded onto a hard disk that I could review every night. I didn't have to worry about running out of disk space. Sure enough Gary showed up the next day.

I watched him walk into my house like he owed it and she was waiting for him wearing nothing but high heels. He walked right in to her open arms and they kissed as she molded herself to him. When they broke the kiss I heard her say, "I can't go a day without you. I love your cock too much." To which he replied, "Then take it out and make love to it."

And that's what she did, right there in the hall. She sank to her knees, opened his pants and took his cock in her mouth. Then she made love to it. It was erotic to watch her and if it had not been my wife I would have gotten off on it. But to watch her stroking and licking and sucking on it and the mewling noises she was making as she did it, was a real turn off for me. This was my wife acting like a complete slut, a whore, for a man that was not her husband. I watched until he grabbed her head and held her as he came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. They kissed again and she slowly undressed him and they made there way back into the bedroom.

I saw him lie on the bed and watched her fellate him again until he was hard and then she climbed on top of him and reached between her legs to guide his cock into herself as she sat down on it. The look on her face was pure lust, almost as if she was in agony, but she loved every inch of his tool. As she rocked slowly on it, his hands were pinching her nipples so hard they were almost flat and she kept egging him on, 

"Pinch them harder, make them hurt for you. They belong to you Gary, my nipples, my tits, my cunt and my body are yours. Whatever you do to me feels good."

"Grip me with your cunt bitch, milk me, make me cum deep inside you, do it , do it now!"

I watched her spasm as she climaxed and he came in her simultaneously. Her body vibrated for almost a full minute before she collapsed on top of him and buried her face in his shoulder. 

"Gary, I love what you do to me. You do things for me that Dave never did. I feel you in places that he never reached. Just hold me and never let me go."

So there it was, the end of my marriage. He fucked her better than I did, in places I never did. All because I wanted to see her face when she made love to another man. My fault, but what about our kids, our house, everything we built together? Time for a showdown get everything sorted out. 

I went into the den where she was watching TV and turned it off. She looked at me with a questioning look in her eyes and I said, 

"I know about you and Gary. I know you have been fucking him here in our home for weeks now. I know it was my fault that this started and because of that I am willing to try to forgive you for breaking our agreement of only swapping once. If you will stop seeing him from now on, I want to try and patch things up between us. Even if it is not for me, at least think of the effect on our kids if we split up. I cannot willingly share you with another man."

That brought on the tirade that opened this story. She still loved me but she wanted him and didn't want to give him up. She didn't want to destroy our family and she couldn't understand why I couldn't love her enough to let her have her pleasure with Gary.

There was no way that I could accept that arrangement so I filed for a divorce on the grounds of adultery and because of the adultery, I asked for sole custody of the children. I also named him as correspondent and got a restraining order baring him from within 500 feet of our home. She was furious with me but I couldn't keep her from our home and her children but I could keep her from fucking him there. We ended up cohabiting and since I refused to move from our bedroom she had to make do in the den. It was extremely uncomfortable for everyone, especially the children.

I had also sent a copy of their fuck session to Sue who used it in her divorce from Gary. She threw him out of the house and he ended up in a small apartment. Eileen couldn't live without his cock and since she couldn't have him in the house she soon joined him there. 

When my divorce finally came through, Eileen ended up with minimum alimony, custody of the kids and child support while I had unlimited visitation rights. This didn't sit too well with Gary because he was not only paying for the two bedroom apartment but also for his house. Plus he had my two children underfoot instead of his and what I was paying for child support was less that half of what he was paying. He was slowly going broke virtually supporting two families. Besides which, my kids hated living there.

I got together with Sue a few times but there was no spark between us so we decided to be just friends without benefits. One day Eileen called me and asked if I would let the kids live with me, it was just too crowded in their small apartment. I said I would be happy to do that if she would petition the court to grant me full custody and stop the child support payments. She hung up on me. A week later she called again and agreed to my terms. When Jen and Tom moved back into my house they were so relieved and told me there was just too much arguing going on in the apartment.

About two months later Eileen called again, could she please meet with me. I agreed to meet for lunch the next day at the house while the kids were in school.

"The house looks good, you are keeping it nice."

"The kids help out; they are not babies any more."

"It makes me feel good to be back home."

"Eileen, this is not your home anymore. What did you want to meet with me about?"

"I it want to be my home again. I want to come back to you and my children."

She looked so sad, I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"What happened with Gary?"

"I would rather not say."

"What happened Eileen?"

"We went back to the swingers club."

"And?"

"We met a couple there and paired off with them."

"And?"

"Gary is seeing the woman on his own." "So he is doing to you what you did to me."

"Yes."

"And you don't like him doing to you what you did to me."

She looked like she wanted to curl up and die. "No."

"So?"

"I told him it had to stop."

"And."

"He threw me out."

So there we have it. Her lover didn't want her anymore. The cock that she left me for was no longer available to her and she wanted to come back to me. I wish I could have taken satisfaction for what has happened to her but I didn't. In reality I felt sorry for her. She left me and the love I had for her for what must have been just a good fuck and nothing else.

I looked at her for what must have been the longest two minutes in history and I finally said, "We can't go back Eileen. You ripped my heart out when you left me for Gary. You told me I had to live with your taking a lover even though I asked you to stop. The love I had for you is gone."

She was quietly sobbing, "But I have nowhere to go and the alimony you give me is not enough to live on."

"Not my problem but since I am somewhat responsible for what happened I will make this offer. Our children still need their mother so I will build a room for you in the basement and you can live there as our housekeeper. Your duties will be same as they were except you will not be my wife. You will never share my bed or have my love and you can never bring your lover into this house.

She accepted and even tried several times to seduce me but I always rebuffed her and she finally gave up. We existed like that until the kids left for college then she tried again and this time I gave in and took back into my bed. To be honest, it felt good to be fucking her again and that's just what it was, fucking. There was no love and none of the intimacies that married people or even lovers have for one another. It satisfied our animal needs and none of our emotional ones. 

That's the way we live. I will not marry her again and she will not leave. She professes to be sorry for what she did and swears she will be faithful to me until we die but I will never trust her again.

Life is what we make of it and it is not always nice.



Eileen Exposed



It was fraud, of course. And it was discovered in the same way fraud is always uncovered - by accident. I'd found it, and it wasn't even my department. I was in computing, but when I stumbled across the old spreadsheet even my untutored eye couldn't miss it. 

I knew who. It surprised me, because she'd been at the company for about twenty years. Eileen Romford. Credit controller. Stuck-up old bitch who tut-tutted when she caught me taking a few sheets of copier paper. Well, I thought grimly, eighteen thousand pounds over three years amounted to a damn sight more than a few sheets of A4.

I was on my way to the accounts managers office to reveal all, and enjoy doing it, but fate gave me another option. I rounded the corridor corner, only to walk straight into guess who. Collision course ; her papers all over the floor.

" Why don't you watch where you're going!" she snapped.

It was that moment of her bending down that dictated what I did next. I looked at her intently. Eileen was probably fifty-ish. Quite small framed, plain features with a nose that was almost, but not quite, hooked. Short brown-red hair, obviously coloured to disguise the grey. Not a looker, by any stretch of the imagination, but , well.....I don't know. As she squatted down picking the papers up I could see her calf muscles straining against her high heels. Black high heels. I've always been a sucker for black high heels.

" Eileen, could I have a word? "

" What? " she said shortly, not looking up ; she only dispensed politeness to those of managerial status.

" Erm....perhaps we could use Simon's office?" Simon was away skiing for a week.

She sighed impatiently, but flounced the five yards to his office with me following.

" Well? " she said as I closed the door. 

Silently, I handed her the spreadsheet, then stood and watched with satisfaction as horror and panic drained the colour from her perfectly made-up face.

" I...I..." she stammered. " Its...."

" Its a lot. " I said, shortly. Then I reached for the phone. " I think Anton would like to see this, don't you? "

" Please..." she said, laying her well manicured hand on my arm. " No....I......."

" You'll what? You'll do anything? Oh yes, " I sneered. " In three minutes time I'm going to dial Anton's extension. "

Eileen shook her head, horrified.

" No! We'll be ruined...my husband's a magistrate..."

" So. Just what will you do?"

She looked at me, uncertain. I grinned, lewdly.

My eyes bored into hers. I leant backwards against the desk, savouring the moment.

" Get on your knees, you fucking bitch, take my cock out and suck it until you swallow my spunk." I looked at my watch. " You've got two and a half minutes."

" What!...." she whispered incredulously " But I....I'm...."

" Old enough to be my mother. Yeah, I know....Shocking. Two minutes."

She looked round wildly. Fuck this, I thought, and punched in Anton's number.

" Hello?... Anton? "

Eileen gasped and grabbed me, tugging at my trousers as she dropped in front of me.

" Yeah, it's James from computing......"

She fumbled and freed my erection and hesitated, holding it gingerly in her hands, looking up pleadingly.

" I've got some sheets here...."

That was as far as I got . Eileen panicingly rammed her mouth down on my cock. I slammed the phone down.

" Now suck it you bitch! " I snarled.

Eileen desperately worked her mouth up and down. I could tell it was a long time since she'd done this to her husband. She had no finesse, but the eroticism of having an older woman knelt before me sucking me off was incredible. 

" Yeah, that's it.....deep down. Take it. Oh yeah... How old are you, Eileen? "

She gasped for air. " Fifty-two.....I'm fifty-two..."

I pushed my cock back into her mouth, roughly.

" I'm only twenty-two, Mrs Romford. How does it feel sucking a twenty-two year old's cock? I'm young enough to be your son. How does it feel having your son's cock in your mouth, Eileen? " I had no idea if she had a son or not, but she stiffened and moaned helplessly as I held her bobbing head.

It was the heels that did it. At that moment I gazed down at her crossed feet with their sharp black heels on and I felt my cock swell in her mouth, then I was ejaculating, spurt after spurt deep into her throat as she swallowed convulsively.

She tore her mouth away and rocked back on her heels, coughing as my hot sperm slid down her throat.

" Oh my God....." she retched. 

I chuckled, breathlessly. Oh, wow! I could do anything to her, anything at all. And she knew it. I pulled up my trousers and pushed past her.

" I hope you got what you wanted " she sobbed, trembling with anger and shame as she scrambled unsteadily to her feet.

" Eileen, we haven't even started yet. " I pushed my face up to hers. " You treated me like dirt from the day I started. If you don't do as I say, I'll make sure the whole world knows what a thief you really are. Oh, and just in case you were wondering, you're going to take my cock in every way I can think up. And you'd better pray I don't get bored."

" You bastard...."

" See you later, Eileen.."

The next day, I walked into her office. She was with another woman, a colleague of hers. I motioned for Eileen to get rid of her. She scowled, but hurried the conversation to a close. The woman left.

" What do you want? "

I looked around her office. On the desk was a photo of her and a man. It gave me an idea.

" Your husband? "

She nodded.

" I'll be coming round to your house tonight to fuck you. " I said, casually 

" But you can't just come round to my house! Charles will be there! " 

" Don't fucking tell me what I can't do, you bitch! You're going to get your brains fucked out tonight, or I swear to God I'll see you ruined. As for him, " I jerked my head towards the photo and shrugged ; " I don't care if he's there or not, " I said, ignoring her outraged protestations ; " That's your problem. Oh, and I'd better like what I see, or Anton gets a phone call. Heels and stockings, ready for action. About nine-ish. "

Then I walked out, smiling as I heard her wail " But what will the neighbours think..."

I waited until well past nine o'clock before knocking on Eileen's door. It was nearer quarter to ten. I wanted to make her wait, let the anxiety build.

" Where have you been! You said...."

" Missed me, then? " I grinned as I pushed past her. I walked into the kitchen as she shut the door quickly behind me. I surveyed her as she hurried after me. I could smell brandy mixed with the scent of an older woman's perfume. She was nervously smoking a cigarette. Above the knee black skirt. Rather severe red silk blouse. And yes, black stockings and a pair of shiny, black high heels.

My cock hardened at the sight.

" I've managed to get rid of Charles, he's out at the pub. But he won't be all that long, probably about quarter to eleven. That means we've only got an hour to.erm...to..well, you know...."

Her voice was slightly slurred, and I guessed the brandy had done its job.

" To fuck? Why don't you say it? Say ;- ' We've got an hour to fuck . ' That's what we're going to do Eileen, isn't it? "

" Whatever.." she mumbled, looking down at the floor.

I laughed and walked into the lounge, looking round. " Very nice. Still, I bet you're not short of money, are you?" She followed, tight lipped, stubbing out the cigarette in an ashtray.

She silently looked at me, with a hint of a challenge. The atmosphere was charged with tension.

I looked at her coldly. " Bedroom. "

I pushed her over to the king sized bed. " Skirt off. On the bed. "

Reluctantly she obeyed, the material swishing as it slid down against the glossed nylon covering her legs. She made to take her heels off.

" Leave them."

She awkwardly moved over to the middle of the bed. I put her wedding photo on the pillow next to her and knelt to pull her black french knickers down , impatiently freeing them from her heels. I firmly pushed her legs open and gazed at her dark, hair covered cunt.

" Now its time for you to get fucked, you slut. " I hissed.

She gazed at me intently as I stripped naked, my erection thudding against my stomach as it came free. I pushed it towards her painted lips.

" Get to work. "

She closed her eyes as she obeyed, mechanically. I felt hard as a rock inside her warm mouth. I reached down and slid my fingers inside her cunt. They entered easily and I began moving them in and out as she squirmed beneath me.

" Look at me when you're sucking my cock! " I barked.

Her eyes opened unwillingly and looked into mine, her face screwing up as she worked away at my thick cock with her mouth.

It was time to work up the humiliation. " Aren't you a dirty bitch, sucking a cock on your marriage bed? " She closed her eyes again. " I think you like it. I think you actually fucking like it. Do you like it Eileen? Is it really good filling your mouth with my big hard prick? "

She grunted incomprehensibly, but squirmed against my fingering hand harder, her eyes now boring into mine.

" Come on, Eileen, I want to be like fucking rock when I screw you. Hurry up, we've only got a few minutes before your husband gets home. What would he do if he caught you fucking yourself silly on the bed? You are married, aren't you? Does he know what a slut you are? "

I rubbed around the hard flesh of her clit, making her gasp with pleasure. 

" No! " she moaned, " Oh God....."

She was soaking now, and I rubbed her harder and harder. She slobbered around my cock, lifting her hips off the bed towards me. Her small tits thrust against the tight red silk of her blouse.

" Do you want it, Eileen? " I taunted ; " Do you want a young, hard prick in your dirty cunt .....? "

" Yes..oh..yes..."

She went over the edge. 

" Oh Jesus! " she gibbered " I want fucking with a hard stud's cock! I'm a dirty unfaithful whore, and I love young cocks! oh God he's going to fuck me... Ram your cock in me ,....Now!. Now!..Please...oh please..."

She arched her back and exploded into a massive orgasm as I roughly pushed the head of my prick between the greasy hairs of her cunt. Then I ploughed my bone hard cock all the way into her, spearing deep inside her jerking body. I wanted to slow down, to make it last, but it was impossible. Her claw-like hands lanced into my back, her spiked heels scraping me as she locked her legs around me. I slammed into her again and again then I poured my hot come into the liquid flesh inside her.

She lay beneath me, wild eyed and fighting to breathe with sobbing gasps. Tiny movements became painful pleasure as the last pulses of our separate orgasms twitched our bodies. Slowly, I withdrew my cock. Sperm slid out with it, rivering from her gashed sex onto the sheets of the bed.

I got up, unsteadily, pulling on my clothes. Eileen looked satisfyingly wrecked. The room reeked of sex. I reached for a packet of cigarettes and withdrew one. I pushed it into the entrance to her cunt, coating it in white sperm. Then I held her mouth and fed it between her unresisting lips.

" Give my regards to your husband. " 

Then I left.

The next day I was stood at the photocopier, intent on aligning the sheets properly. I heard someone come up behind me, but I was concentrating on what I was doing, so I didn't turn round. What happened next gave me something else to concentrate on.

Two arms snaked around my waist and undid my trousers. I looked down at Eileens hands freeing my cock as she ground herself against me from behind. 

" Don't turn round. " she whispered, silkily.

She began stroking me and scratching her long nails against my growing erection. Using both hands she began to pump up and down my stiff length, purring and grinding tight up against my back. It felt marvelous. 

" Oh, you're such a big, big boy......So young and hard...."

She kept whispering how big I was, how she loved feeling my hard prick. Fluid oozed from the tip of my cock, with which she oiled her fingers, gliding smoothly as she masturbated me. Every now and then she stopped and raked her nails hard along my shaft, cruelly. I gasped in pain and pleasure, then she was pumping me again, slowly and lewdly. I felt my balls begin to swell.

" Faster.." I moaned.

I felt her bend down, then straighten. With her left hand she brought her elegant black stiletto round and placed it on the photocopier glass.

" You like me wearing these, don't you? " she murmured, throatily ; "Is it these that made you want to fuck me? I'm old enough to be your mother, and you wanted to fuck me. Mmmmm, that's just so dirty, isn't it? I like wearing high heels ; they make me feel such a bitch. I am a bitch, aren't I James? ...I'm your very own, dirty cocksucking bitch...."

Then she picked up the shoe and grazed the sharp heel along my engorged member as she ruthlessly jacked me off. As I came close to coming she slid my cock into her shoe, lightly scratching my cock and tightened balls with her bony fingers.

I could hear someone climbing the stairs.

Eileen worked me faster and I ejaculated, spurting come into the shiny leather of her shoe. Hot liquid spilled down over her cool, sliding hand..

" Oh!" she breathed " You naughty, naughty boy..."

She quickly whipped the shoe away and I felt her bend down as I hurriedly fastened my trousers. The door opened and Karen, the receptionist, walked in. Eileen was squatted down, intently studying the paper feed.

" Yes, there's something sticky on the rollers, I think that's the problem. Hello Karen. "

I saw her wipe away a globule of semen that had obviously escaped the footwear.

"Hello Eileen. Hi James. Its pouring down out there!" she exclaimed. " I've only come from my car, and I've got wet feet!"

" Yes, " said Eileen, wickedly " Yes, me too."



Eileen Goes Black



Eileen takes her first black lover Eileen and I had been married for nearly 22 years when I first got the inkling that she was sexually dissatisfied. She had been a virgin when I married her but as a well built blonde had had quite a few admirers - many of whom she had satisfied with her mouth, her hands and by letting them ride her tits. 

Our own sexual relationship had been good but I had to admit had got less intense when I started my own business and got really busy and so until last year I would have described it as 'comfortable'. However Eileen decided to take a part time job and with it came a diet and she recovered her hour glass shape of 39c 28 38. I had noticed quite a few of the younger guys begin to give her a second glance at the golf club but didn't think a lot of it until her 43rd birthday when I threw a ' black tie 'bash for her. 

I was stunned when I saw her dress - it was a very slinky black low cut dress with a thigh high split. It was sculpted to her curves and clearly demonstrated that she wasn't wearing a bra or pants - in fact the only underwear she was wearing was a pair of hold ups. Her outfit didn't go unnoticed and she had a constant stream of younger dance partners - I noticed with some concern that she was flirting outrageously with them. 

I mentioned it to her in the cab on the way home and was shocked when she said ' if I don't get attention from you its not surprising that I enjoy it from elsewhere'. When we got in to the house it shocked me even more but also excited me when she admitted she was quite turned on by the thought of so many of the young guys wanting her - saying she had had four firm offers of dates that night. We had one of our best nights of sex ever as I sought to give her what she obviously needed. 

The next morning we made love again and I invited her on a business trip with me to Boston - two weeks later. We really did have fun for the first couple of nights meeting customers and being wined and dined . However on the third night we brought some friends back to our hotel for a night-cap. Eileen was looking stunning in a tight low cut slinky red dress and our friends wife commented on how the black barman couldn't take his eyes of Eileen's cleavage. They then got into a quite raunchy discussion about the supposed assets of black guys. 

That night when we went up it was obvious that Eileen was really turned on and when I asked her had she ever fantasised about a black guy I was shocked when she said she had noticed the black guy eyeing her up and had wondered how well endowed they were. When I asked her straight out if she'd been on her own would she have been tempted I was shocked when she smiled and said ' definitely'. Once again I was slightly annoyed but very turned on and we had a great night. 

The nest evening we went out to a restaurant on our own and after having quite a bit to drink came back to the hotel. I was ready for bed but she insisted on a night cap. I was a bit annoyed at her because there was a group of young guys, a stag party, at the piano singing and when she sat down she rather carelessly let her long split skirt fall open to give them and the barman a good flash of ripe creamy thigh above her stocking tops. It was obvious that she was enjoying the looks they gave her and when I complained she said ' you've only got to worry when I decide to do something about it rather than just show off what I've got'. 

When I said ' it would appear that's only a matter of time ' she replied ' that might just be the case'. 

When she went to the loo I went up to the bar to get another drink and I was chatting to the black guy and a couple of the young guys and was just beginning to wonder where she was she was gone longer than I had expected . It was a few gasps of appreciation from the guys at the piano which caused me to look round to see what had caused them to break off from their singing. It was Eileen! 

She had changed into a totally see through black blouse with her large pendulous boobs hanging totally on display and to complete her very raunchy outfit she had on a very, very short black Lycra skirt totally sculpted to her big rear and 5 ' heels and black stockings. When she sat down on the bar stool the tight skirt rode up to show acres of creamy thigh above her stocking tops. I think she had about twenty pairs of eyes glued to her thighs and she smiled and said to the barman 'Tom was complaining that I was showing of too much thigh so I thought I'd give him something to complain about.' 

I was annoyed when the barman looking straight at the big breasts on display in front of him said 'ma'am he's got something to be really proud off'. 

The guys at the piano sent over drinks and when I went to the loo Eileen was well on her way to be fairly smashed. When I came back she was deeply engrossed on conversation with the barman and informed me she had invited him back to the room for a drink. 


As he closed up the bar, we took a couple of bottles of champagne up in the lift and I asked her what she intended she smiled and said 'he fancies me and I fancy him and I think after last night you might need a hand to satisfy me tonight!'. 

All sorts of emotions ran through my head including jealousy, anger but also excitement to see if my previously rather prudish wife would go through with it. When Rod came up the ice was broken by Eileen giving him a drink and wrapping herself round him. 

I couldn't help myself and I joined the clinch and soon he and I were feverishly groping her. The blouse soon came off and with her skirt up round her waist she was pushed on to the bed. With a raging erection I watched as he opened her thighs and producing a huge erection proceeded to mount her. I have to admit I nearly climaxed when I saw my wife writhe to take this huge black length between her creamy thighs and her deep animal moan of pleasure as he rammed it home. 

Joining her on the bed I fed her mouth a length of cock and as I did so I could feel her whole body vibrating to the deep penetrative thrusts of his cock. The atmosphere was truly electric to see my wife respond to the ride she was getting from the first cock she had taken other than mine while her mouth pleasured me. 

I felt her come to a screaming orgasm and I emptied my load over her face and watched as he rode her to her second orgasm before climaxing in her. She lay moaning 'mmmmmmm guys that was brilliant absolutely brilliant' as we rolled off to either side of her and started to fondle her breasts. 

Turning round to Rod she said 'mmm I want to see if I can swallow that' as she bent over his softening erection. As she started to deep throat him both his and my erections stiffened again and as he thrust upwards into her mouth I parted the big creamy cheeks of her ass and mounted her pussy. 

Once again it was an awesome sight to be riding my wife's ass while she was being fed a good 9 - 10 " of black meat. The cocking she was getting from either end had her once again climaxing and she fell forward on the bed as Road and I both climaxed in our respective orifices. Temporarily satiated we all lay back with a drink before Eileen got up to go to the loo. As she got out of bed big tits and ass bouncing Rod said ' that really is some woman, is there nothing she wouldn't do?' I said ' you had better ask her as this is all new to me'. 

When she came back with a glass of champagne to snuggle up between us she smiled and said 'what's next'. I was stunned when Road kissed her and said ' what I'd really love is to ride your ass - I've been wanting it since the first time I saw you'. Eileen demurred saying ' I don't really like it - Tom tried me once there and it really hurt'. But when he persisted I was surprised when she agreed but cautioned him to take it easy. 

I watched fascinated as he gently parted the big jutting buttocks and gently licked her little rosebud. I had another instant erection to hear her moan and see her thrust her rear up to meet his tongue. She moaned slightly when he inserted a finger and started to open her up with it and asked me to get some KY. She seemed to start to enjoy being penetrated by his lubricated finger as she thrust her buttocks back to meet his thrusts. 

So emboldened by this, he tried to enter the head of his well lubricated cock. She cried out for him to take it easy at the intrusion of this huge weapon into her virginal track but to my shame the sight of this huge black rod about to penetrate my wife where she had refused me, really turned me on and I exhorted him to 'really give it to her ' and to open her up' .He didn't need any encouragement and her scream as he thrust his complete length up her ass must have been heard throughout the hotel. 

She lay moaning from a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stallioned her roughly mouthing obscenities about how big assed white woman like her loved their asses fucked and how her ass was perfectly built for black cock. With the friction of her tight virginal ass he soon came off and she slumped forward on the bed moaning in obvious relief . He pulled out and slapping her rear declared her 'one of the best bits of white ass he'd had' and invited me to take her as he ' had opened her up for me'. I didn't need any encouragement and I too was soon enjoying sodomising my wife for the first time. 

It was probably one of the most memorable rides of my life to have the orifice of my wife that I'd desired for over twenty years. Although he had opened her up and lubricated her she was still beautifully tight and I have to admit it was not only the physical pleasure of this and my balls hitting the cool ripe cheeks of her rear but the thought of her having been ' buggered' by a black stud, the thought I was reclaiming her rear for myself and the thought that I was going to make good use of this particular piece of her anatomy in future. 

I also admit I was so fired up that I didn't care whether she was moaning with pain or pleasure - she later admitted to both and I remember telling that she was going to get a lot more cock in her ass. After I climaxed and rolled of her she lay moaning on the bed while I went to the bathroom to wash but as I washed I was shocked to hear her say to Rod ' now you guys have fucked my ass I want a bit more of that cock in my pussy' and when I came out she had mounted him and was vigorously riding him. 

The sight of her straddling him as he groped her bouncing breasts and especially the movement of her big rear as she pumped her pelvis to take his full length , really turned me on again and I was once again parting her hips and feeding her my length into her anus. What a sensation to feel the thrusts of Rod's cock in her pussy through the thin dividing wall as I thrust into her rectum. 

It was obviously massively exciting for all three of us because Rod pumped harder and Eileen went absolutely wild at being impaled on two cocks. She was writhing wildly and moaning and screaming for us to ' give it to her' and she had a couple of very noisy climaxes before we had ours. As we lay satiated she told us it had been the greatest ride of her life. 

Next morning I felt slightly awkward when I awoke to find a black guy with his leg over my wife but that was soon forgotten as they wakened and we recreated our last ride of the previous night except with Rod and I changing places. 

When Rod went Eileen and I showered together before going back to bed for much needed sleep she snuggled up to me and said she hoped I didn't think her a slut but even though she was sore in virtually every orifice she had really enjoyed it and if I was up for it she'd love to repeat the experience. Over the rest of the break we did repeat it and extend it and since then she's had other adventures both with and without me.



Eileen Goes Dogging



Eileen

When I woke after my session with the guys and Tom I felt a whole range of emotions -- firstly that Tom would feel I had behaved like a slut. 

Secondly quite ashamed that I had let myself go completely and laid myself open to be talked about in the village. Thirdly that in spite of these feelings I had enjoyed the fact that three younger guys has found my body so attractive that they had wanted me again and again. Fourthly in spite of the fact that I was almost totally exhausted and slightly concerned at the damage my body may have taken as my bum was on fire and my bowels felt very badly bruised I had enjoyed it physically and especially the hard firm cocks and bodies of the two younger guys. Overall I felt I had crossed a very dangerous line from which I might not be able to go back. 

It certainly seemed to have turned Tom on because when he realised I was awake he kissed and cuddled me telling me how fantastic I had been before he asked me to turn round and I felt him part my bum cheeks and I felt the cool salve of cream on my anus. I murmured "that's good" but I knew from his huge erection he wanted to have this newly opened up area. In spite of some discomfort I was keen to please him and when after he had come off and we lay cuddling I realised that the whole episode actually appeared to have brought us together.

He also appeared to want to repeat the exercise but I told him that I would have to think about it and would only consider it if the guys kept quiet about it. I said what I really wanted was more cock from him.

I really enjoyed the next few weeks as it was like when we were first married except much more experienced and comfortable with our bodies. I bought a lot more sexy clothes and with no limitations such as my rear being no longer out of bounds , Tom and I had a lot of sex. The more I got the more I wanted and I think Tom was quite relieved when my mum took ill and I had to visit her for a few days -- he later told me he had been getting quite worn out. 

When I was away- to be crude - I couldn't believe how much I missed getting cock and I made sure I made up for it when I returned. 

Tom

The next morning after her night with me and the three guys, Eileen was slightly ashamed of having let herself go and said that her insides felt as if they had been trampled by a herd of cattle. However she admitted that it had been a real turn on to see how much the guys fancied her. Although her rear was still tender from Rob breaking her in with both his huge cock and the end of a pool cue she didn't object when I mounted her there and told her that having waited so long to get into her ass I was going to make full use of it!

Although I was tired from the night before the sight that I had longed for so long, of my wife putting her big creamy bum cheeks up to be mounted really stimulated me and as I parted the big cool cheeks of her ass to get at her rosebud I had one of the largest erections I had had for some years. Although she must have been in some discomfort from the use made of her virgin ass the night before she put her ass up willingly to meet my thrusts and I was soon depositing my load deep in her bowels. 

When I later pushed her to see if she was up for further sessions with the guys she said she would think about it but only if they didn't blab about it in the pub. She didn't want everyone in the village talking about her. 

That night when I went down the pub all three guys had broad smiles on their faces when they asked how Eileen was. I quickly took them aside and said she would probably be up for further sessions if they kept it to themselves. They all said how they couldn't believe how randy she was and so up for it and what a good body she had been hiding for years. Most of all they were all wondering when the next session would be!

When I went home Eileen was already in bed and I thought asleep from her exertions the night before, I knew I was. I slipped into bed beside her with my back to her and was surprised when she turned round and her questing hand found my cock. With my exertions that morning and the night before there was no immediate reaction but when she put her other hand between my legs to grab my balls and worked my cock a little I managed a semi erection. She murmured "Mmmm that's better, I thought I had used you all up this morning and I want some of that in my pussy tonight."

I have to admit that it was a pretty poor erection that she got when I went between her legs but with a bit of puffing and panting I managed to climax which seemed to satisfy her.

Over the next few days it became obvious that the session at the weekend had really turned her into a "cock hound" because when I came back from golf on the Monday she was waiting for me in the miniskirt and stockings. It was all I could do to persuade her to wait until I had a shower. When I emerged from the shower she was on me with her mouth and hands and I ended up shagging her against the wall of the hallway. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed and I gave her a couple of climaxes with tongue and hands while she stimulated me to ride her a couple more times -- one with her on top with her big breasts dangling and the other with her easing back on to me with her big ass and rather opening up until she could take as much cock as possible into her pussy. 

During the next few weeks she appeared similarly insatiable and I have to admit I was rather glad of the rest when her mother took ill and she had to go to stay with her for a few days.

When the guys down the pub said they were sure I was missing her I had to admit that she was quite wearing me out with her demands for sex and I was glad of a break. When they heard this there was no shortage of volunteers to help me out. 

When she came back from her mothers a couple of weeks ago she was similarly insatiable and I began to think I genuinely needed some help in servicing her. However she wasn't mad keen on a repeat session with me and the mates because she thought the more we did it the more some loose tongues could wag. She said if they kept quiet she might have another session with them again later.

Eileen

I realised that Tom was flagging a bit and was once again spending more time down the pub. Initially he said that it was to brush up his darts but finally admitted that while he loved "servicing" me he wasn't as young as he was and was finding it had to keep up with my new sexuality. He suggested getting the lads back in to help.

While I said that if he was up for it I wasn't against having other guys with him, but I was concerned that I could be the object of a lot of gossip so I told him that I would consider it if the guys had kept quiet but for now let us just keep things going ourselves.

I suggested that I take him out the next night for a good dinner and see if that perked him up a bit.

The following morning I travelled over 40 miles to a larger town to go shopping with a mission to get something to wear that would get him going again. I was delighted at my purchases of white semi sheer cross over top which not only held and pushed up my heavy breasts to show a deep cleavage but also was transparent enough to show my nipples and dark aureoles and a very short 12" flared miniskirt which I thought could be verging on showing the lot. To go with this I got a tiny transparent black g string and a pair of black lace top hold ups. 

That night when I dressed and looked at my outfit in my full length mirror I thought if this doesn't get Tom going nothing will. When I paraded for him I knew that it had "hit the spot" when I asked him did he think the skirt was too short andI put my hand between his legs, his big erection showed me I had got it right.

I had booked for a fairly lively spot out of town as I was determined to "show what I had" to not only Tom but all the guys there to let him see what a lucky man he was and if he didn't want what he had, plenty of other guys would jump at the chance.

I normally would go into the bar with my longish coat closed in case we see anyone we know but on this occasion I knew my boobs looked great and was determined to show them off. 

I was delighted by the stir that my unbraed and well displayed boobs and short skirt caused and the very obvious interest displayed by guys when I got up on one of the bar stools and flashed a bit of thigh and stocking top.

I also noticed Tom's eyes and those of quite a lot of the guys go to my crotch as the skirt rode up when I was getting down of the stool to go into the restaurant.

In the restaurant I took off my jacket to the approving glances of the waiter and the male diners and some disapproving glances from their female companions.

I probably had more to drink than normal and felt dangerously exciting from the obvious interest not only from Tom but many other guys of all ages. So when I got up to go to the loo and Tom offered to help me on with my coat I declined as I felt confident enough that I looked good enough to show off my assets.

I was a little bit taken back when I reached the bar, through which I had to go to the loo, as it was packed with young people in their 20s including large groups of guys. 

I realised as I pushed my way through that I was displaying more than I thought because apart from hearing a number of comments about my breasts such as "look at the tits on the blonde," "she's not wearing a bra," " I wouldn't mind getting my hands on those," etc I heard a number of comments about my butt cheeks being on display including "Bloody hell that's what I call a short skirt, you can see her big ass cheeks." 

On my way back past the bar I felt a hand on my arm and turned round to see two "drop dead" gorgeous guys in their early twenties. One who I later found out to be Mark smiled and said " hello darling can we get you a drink?" I said that I couldn't as my husband was waiting for me in restaurant. But when Peter the other flashed a cheeky grin and said if my husband was silly enough to let me out of his sight I could stay for one drink with two real admirers.

I said I would have a quick one with them and while Mark got me a large G&T, I asked Peter would he and his friend not be better saving their money to buy drinks for the younger talent rather than waste it on mature married women. He flashed me his infectious smile and said they could pick up younger girls any day of the week but really hot mature women like me rarely were available. 

When I asked what made him think I was "available" he said he wasn't saying I was available but that I had obviously dressed to attract attention and show off my considerable assets. I said I had dressed to tease and please hubby.

Mark asked why -- " was hubby not giving me enough?" When I smiled at his forwardness and said " He's giving me plenty but I am not adverse to more" hastily adding "from him." Peter grinned and said "well with those tits, those thighs and that rear you could certainly have more from us." 

To lighten the conversation I asked them would they not rather have younger tits, thighs and ass. Peter said he had rarely ever seen a more lovely or desirable woman with better breasts or legs. .Mark grinned and added or a prettier set of bum cheeks which I wasn't afraid to show off! As he said that he emphasised it by putting his arm round my waist and rested his left hand on the top of my hip. 

I thought things were going to fast and Tom would be getting worried so I refused a second drink and pecked Mark on the cheek saying I was flattered but was quite satisfied with hubby. As I turned to go I felt his hand slide down over my rear to cop a feel of my naked bum cheek and I head him say " you really do have the most fantastic ass." 

Tom

Last Saturday night she suggested that I looked a bit jaded and said she would take me out for dinner at a pub out of town -- she said she had bought a new outfit and would like to see if it perked me up.

I have to say when she came down she looked absolutely stunning in a white low cut semi sheer cross over top that showed not only her deep cleavage but the complete outline of her heavy breasts with their thick nipples and a flared 12" skirt ( the shortest yet) that was literally crotch skimming from the front and just about covered her bum cheeks from the rear. When she walked the big naked bum cheeks and hold up stocking tops were clearly displayed. She smiled wickedly and asked me if I thought if the skirt was too short. When she groped my balls and rapidly rising erection she murmured "Mmmm seems about just right!"

She wore her coat open when we went into the bar and she seemed to enjoy the stir her outfit created with guys of all ages. Quite literally conversations were stopped as eyes went to her exposed breasts and thighs. I was a little surprised when she suggested we sit at the bar while we waited to order and when she perched up on the high bar stool and allowed the coat to drape open and the skirt to ride up over her stocking tops I realised that she was determined to show herself off to tease me to rekindle my flagging libido. Needless to say the two barmen and most of the young guys at the bar ogled her mature thighs and tits that were clearly on display. As she got off the stool to go into the restaurant I could see clearly, and so could probably a lot of the guys in the bar, that she had only the tiniest piece of transparent fabric covering her big shaven pussy mound. 

When we went through to the packed restaurant her brazen behaviour continued as the coat came off and she insisted on sitting under a light probably in order that her big heavy breasts were clearly displayed to the waiters and our fellow diners. She drank quite a lot of wine on top of the two G&Ts she had in the bar and she flirted outrageously with the young waiter. 

She really was enjoying the attention she was getting from him and most of the other male diners and when I was ordering coffee she asked for a brandy chaser before deciding to go out to the loo. When I offered to help her on with her coat she declined and I realised she wanted to put on a show for the guys in the bar through which she had to go to the loo. She must have known that she looked fantastic coming and going with her heavy unfettered breasts bouncing and her big creamy bum cheeks partly exposed as the short skirt road up when she walked.

She was away for quite a while and I was just starting to get concerned when she came back and said I hadn't told her that her skirt was so short that her butt cheeks were exposed when she walked. When I asked her how she knew she smiled and said two young guys had stopped her on the way back through the bar and told her they had never seen a shorter skirt nor a nicer set of bum cheeks. When I asked her did it worry her, she smiled and said not really because they were "drop dead gorgeous" and had insisted on buying her a large G&T. They also hade made it very clear they liked what they had seen and would be happy to help me out with her!

She really was quite tipsy after she had downed our coffee and brandy but when I suggested going she said she would quite like a night cap. When we went out into the bar I found a table near the exit and went up to the rather crowded bar. As I waited to order I glanced back at Eileen to see she had crossed her legs and was displaying a lot of thigh and stocking top. I thought she had waved across at me but when I saw a young guy at the bar raise his hand I realised she had waved at her two admirers further along the bar.

When I took her drink back I asked her was she trying to pick them up. She smiled and said " Would you like me to?" 

" It's up to you."

"It's tempting but I think I'll concentrate on you tonight."

When I came back from the loo I thought she might have changed her mind as the two guys both blond six footers in their mid twenties had joined her for a drink. She introduced them as Peter and Mark and I thanked them for the drink they had bought us. 

The chat was fairly light hearted and Eileen appeared to be delighted to be the centre of attention of three guys, certainly I noticed whether through carelessness or design Eileen had let her skirt ride up over her lacey stocking tops and was showing a fair bit of thigh. 

There appeared to be a lot of sexual tension but no one appeared to be the first to make a move. When Eileen got up to go to the loo I noticed the two guys took the opportunity to look down her top and their eyes were glued to her the sway of her big ass and the flashes of bare bum cheeks when she walked. I broke the ice and asked "Do you really fancy her?"

Both admitted that they couldn't believe that they could have got the hots so much for a woman of her age but said she was absolutely fantastic for any age and certainly wasn't afraid to show of her considerable assets. When I asked them would they up for a session with Eileen and me they said "like a shot."

I suggested they go back up to the bar and I would put it to her. Eileen seemed disappointed that they had left the table but was mollified when I told them they really did fancy her and would love a session with her. She said "I'd probably enjoy that but not tonight -- I have had too much to drink and this night was for you."

That didn't stop her having another couple before we were going and when she went to the loo again, I slipped up to the bar and told the guys she had said no but might be open to persuasion. I suggested that I would take her to a well known dogging spot and if they met us there she might be up for it after I had given her a bit of cock. 

Eileen

It seemed to perk up Tom's interest in me when I returned and told him about the young guys interest and he was happy enough to suggest a nightcap in the bar. When we found a table and Tom was at the bar I noticed Mark and Peter were still at the bar and they waived to me. When Tom asked was I trying to pick them up I said no but he then asked would I like to. I was tempted but felt I had too much to drink and told him I would rather concentrate on him tonight. 

However when he was at the loo the two guys joined me having bought Tom and me a drink. The conversation was a little stilted and when I went to the loo the two guys were back at the bar. Tom told me they had offered to join us and he had said he would put it to me. 

I really was tempted but said I would prefer another couple of drinks and when I returned from the loo before we went the two guys had gone.

Tom

When we left the restaurant and headed the long way round for the riverside car park. I hoped the guys were in position as she was really up for it including opening my zip and going down on me as I drove. 

When I got her there I pulled her over to one of the wooden picnic tables got her big tits put of her top and pushing her over the table, I raised the skirt to expose the big creamy cheeks of her big rear. I hoped the guys liked what they saw of her body with her big tits dangling and big ass exposed as pulling her black g-string aside I mounted her doggy fashion. 

I was hoping Peter and Mark were enjoying the show and wondered how I would get them involved them when I heard Eileen hiss "There's someone watching us." 

I quickly turned her round and as I kissed her whispered that we were in a dogging site and the guys wouldn't bother us unless we wanted them to join us.

She relaxed enough for me to get her up on the table on her back with the skirt round her thighs while I mounted her big shaven pussy missionary. As I said she has really started to enjoy cock and I think she was turned on by the fact we were being watched because she was soon responding to my thrusts. I soon came off and as she was pulling down her skirt the two guys emerged. 

I don't know whether she was embarrassed or just surprised when she saw who they were but quickly realised I had set her up. I was pleasantly surprised when she made no attempt to hide her big exposed 39c breasts and even more surprised when she said, "I suppose Tom has conscripted you guys to help service me."




Eileen Goes Dogging



Instead of having to persuade her she appeared to not only take it as a fait accompli but be really up for it. It was a turn on to see her kissing the two guys and letting them grope her tits, ass and pussy and a real turn on to see how willingly she let them use her ripe mature body when they put her over the table and "roasted" her with Peter taking her doggy and Mark orally. 

She was like a bitch on heat in her responsiveness and was ready for me to take her again after both had discharged their loads in their respective orifices and changed places to come off a second time - this time Mark taking her doggy and Peter enjoying her mouth before ejaculating over her face.

It was a fantastic turn on to see my wife turn round with cum running down her face her breasts exposed, big thighs open and big shaven mound just begging for cock and I was ready to oblige.

As I rode her she let herself go completely moaning that it was fantastic and when I asked her did she want more cock she moaned " Yes as much as you guys can give me."

I though I would go for the "bonus" and said "what about up your ass? "- she doesn't really like anal and was surprised when she moaned " Anything you want just give me plenty of cock." 

That brought me off and it was left to Mark to be the first to sodomise her. I was surprised how willingly she turned round and put her big butt up to be used and in spite of my exertions I stiffened again when I saw Mark start to feed his long thick cock into her ass. Peter stifled her moan by putting his cock into her mouth as Mark entered the head of his cock into her anal ring and her scream as he rather roughly drove it home into her bowels. She hasn't been well used there and the tightness brought him off quickly and Peter soon replaced him. She was obviously lubricated by Mark's ejaculate because she relaxed enough to respond to Peter mounting her by pushing her big buttocks up to meet his thrusts. 

By the time he came off I was ready to reclaim her big cool ass with its gaping and seeping anal ring for myself and she was very well lubricated so she was able to take it really well. She was buggered once more by each of the guys before I took a very tired and well ridden lady home. 

Eileen

When I came back to leave the pub I was disappointed to see the guys had gone and a little sorry I had passed up the opportunity of having two young cocks pleasure me. 

But as Tom drove I thought I would make the best of what I had intended. I reached over to find his cock semi hard. I murmured " would you really have wanted to share me with those too guys tonight?" I realised the thought had excited him when he stiffened markedly and when I asked him if he would liketo have see the guys give me " a good cocking" I felt him rise to a full erection. Bending down I opened his zip and as I ran my tongue round the head of his cock I felt him stiffen even more and I thought he was going to explode as he thrust a verey rigid cock up into my throat when I asked him had he really wanted to see the guys fuck my pussy, mouth and ass.

When we arrived at a riverside picnin area the car was rather abandoned as he came round and virtually pulled me out of the car towards a wooden picnic table. After a rather perfunctory kiss I felt the cold night air on my boobs as he roughly pulled them out of my top and he continued to grope them as he turned me round and pushed me over the table. As he parted my hips I thought he was going to bugger me but he obvously decided to leave that for dessert as he pulled my string apart and mounted me doggy. 

It felt good to feel his large throbbing cock go deep into me with his balls hitting my rear and I was responding quite noisily when I heard a noise in the bushes ahead and realised there were people watching us from about 30 or 40 yards away.

I hissed at Tom "There's guys watching us" and I got up quickly and tried to push my breasts back into my top and pull my skirt down. I was stunned when Tom whispered "Its OK this is a dogging site, they're only watching and they won't do anything unless we want them to."

My protests were muffled as he turned me round and started to kiss me before pushing me down on my back on the table and pushing my thighs apart. In spite of some concern I was a bit turned on to think that we were being watched and soon relaxed enough to respond to his insistent thrusting. I sobered up a bit when he came off and was trying to straighten my clothing when I saw the two guys emerging from the bushes and realised they were the two young guys from the pub. I realised I had been set up for my first dogging experience.

I have to say I thought well bugger it if Tom wants me to get laid then that's ok and when the two guys closed with me and started to rather roughly fondle my breasts, pussy and ass I responded quite willingly. 

Tom actually described me as being like " a bitch on heat" in my responsiveness as I not only let them grope me but put me over the table and Mark give me his firm young cock in my mouth while Peter shoved a large rigid cock deep into my pussy. It was a real turn on to be "roasted" in a public place by two such good looking young studs whose desire for my body was obvious. Initially I gave a very noisy response to the riding I was getting to tease Tom but thoughts of that was soon forgotten as my body responded in an almost involuntary fashion to the fucking I was getting at either end. 

I was enjoying being impaled on Peter's cock when I felt Mark tense and I felt his ejaculate surge into my throat. As he withdrew I felt Peter grab my buttocks firmly and really ram his cock home before I felt the surge of his ejaculate.

I was quite turned on by the fact that they both obviously wanted me so much that they were still hard and in fact other than saying what a great fuck I had been hardly spend any time in changing places. Once again I was hard ridden doggy fashion by Mark while Peter took my mouth eventually shooting his climax over my face. 

I have to say the whole experience had really turned me on and I must have looked a proper slut when I turned round to Tom and thrust my pelvis and pubic mound up to him saying " come on Tom you're next." 

He didn't need to be asked twice and he pushed me on my back, legs in the air ,and went between my thighs. I have to say I was really up for this and let myself go completely and when he asked her did I want more cock I moaned " Yes as much as you guys can give me."

When I heard him say "what about up your ass? I moaned " Anything you want just give me plenty of cock." Once again I felt him tense and his ejaculate joined the mix already deposited in me. 

I knew that I had issued an invitation to the guys to sodomise me and allowed Mark, by this time with another huge erection, to turn me back over the table. I remember feeling that I must look like a real slut with ejaculate from three guys seeping out of me and running down my stockings but it was exciting and I put up my rear quite willingly for Mark to use to part my bum cheeks and use the cum to lubricate my rosebud .

Initially he rather gently entered the head of his stiff cock in my anal ring but as I put my rear up to meet it he rather roughly thrust it in causing me to cry out. My moan was cut off by Peter putting his cock into my mouth. 

Once again both guys were very energetic in their thrusting and in spite of Mark pounding my bowels it wasn't unpleasant and I was soon thrusting up my rear in response. His obvious desire for my rear meant that he didn't last too long and I soon felt his warm cum spurt deep into my bowels. As he dismounted he commented to Peter that my ass was every bit as good as it had looked in the pub.

Peter although equally big was rather easier to take as I had been opened up and lubricated by Mark and his cock was lubricated by being in my mouth so I was able to 

relax and enjoy giving this young guy what he wanted. He really seemed to enjoy what he was getting as he gripped my buttocks tightly and thrust deeply into me. I hadn't really enjoyed anal until recently but it can be really pleasurable if you are well lubricated. When I was responding to his thrusts I heard Mark say to Tom that I really did enjoy being butt fucked and that I not only had a fantastic big ass but that I was nice and tight. When I heard Tom say I was tight because I hadn't had much use, I thought I would put on a show for them and really started to thrust my rear up to take Peter's cock and moan for him to really give it to me. I was rewarded by Peter coming off quickly and Tom quickly replacing me saying he was going to give me the buggering of my life.

Needless to say after he came off both guys wanted to enjoy my ass for a second time and I ended up with a rather sore bum with having been sodomised five times. 

I felt like a real slut going home in the car with my stockings laddered and ejaculate over my hair, skirt and top and seeping from my pussy and bum but Tom reassured me that it had been a fantastic night and one of the best of his life. For my part it made me realise that I loved getting cock and was still attractive enough to get most men who I wanted.



Eileen’s First Mistake



This is my first attempt at writing from a third person point of view... 



It was a warm summer night. The humid southern air cast a shiny glow on the skin of the crowd of teens crammed together in Eileen Becker's house on Elm Drive. High School had just ended, Eileen's parents were away for the weekend and tonight she had every intention of becoming a woman. 

Valedictorian, accepted to Harvard, state championship in cross country - on paper the year couldn't have gone better. Inside it felt like a trap of expectations that left her envying "real" teens as they stumbled through their stupid mistakes.

Butterflies filled her stomach both from nerves and from the beer she had consumed to help suppress her inhibitions. In true type-A form, Eileen had spent weeks planning her mistake and now she stood anxiously scanning the room for him. 

Eileen had only two criteria for her first time; a nice body and discretion. She didn't want the entire town to know about her "mistake" and in Bakersfield that was tricky. 

Mike lived three towns away and he was her best friends Kali's adopted cousin. They had met once over the holidays and in recent weeks she had carefully stalked his Facebook profile. Single, into video games, on the cross country team, not into partying and no slutty girls commenting on his wall or pictures. Perfect choice. 

Scanning the room, Eileen spotted Mike on the outside deck. Tall, skinny, with smooth black skin wearing a t-shirt that revealed tone arms that she imagined pinning her to her bed. Eileen knew the stereotype about black guys but that had not factored into her choice. 

Boys were an alien species to Eileen. As she navigated through the sweaty obstacle course of teens she wondered what she should say. Looking around crowd none of her friends were within sight to advise her, which was probably for the best since she hadn't shared her plan with anyone. 

As she walked through the open slider door her heart fluttered and the butterflies in her stomach tried to escape. For a moment it felt like she may faint. Standing three feet away from the man that she had chosen to take her virginity, the muscles in Eileen's throat seized up as a million possible things to say raced through her head. 

Eileen melted inside as Mike broke the ice for her. "Hey, thanks for inviting me, have you seen Kali around?" Kali hadn't arrived yet which was good because Eileen had worried how she would get Mike alone. Aside from a few casual Facebook messages and the party invite, Mike had no a clue about Eileen's plan for the night. 

The cross country championship helped create easy small talk between the two. Eileen was small (most would say tiny), blonde, with blue eyes and unusually pretty in an understated way. Conversation quickly began to flow easily between the two. Eileen was not a girl that giggled much, especially around boys, but every word Mike said seemed tuned directly to her sense of humor. 

Laughter evolved into casual touching, the pair gravitated closer together and the conversation became more personal. Both virgins. Both stressed out over achievers. Both nervous about college. Both trapped in a life under a microscope. Standing inches apart, talking in hushed voices their hands touched and Eileen whispered quietly, "do you want to go to my room?"

The bedroom door closed behind them and Eileen felt a sudden twinge of embarrassment for her pink, frilly room. Flustered and unsure of the appropriate etiquette Eileen mumbled an apology for the decor. Before she could say more Mike leaned toward her and pressed his thick lips against hers. Eileen's mouth opened to release a deep sigh and their tongues touched. The feeling was electric. 

In a subtle move, Mike cautiously lifted Eileen's t-shirt over her head revealing a sheer yellow bra holding her pale white full b-cup breasts. Before she could register the newness of being exposed for the first time, her denim skirt fell to the floor. Stepping back, Mike looked down in awe of her body and matching underwear, his eyes full of panic and lust. Unsure of what to do next, Mike took her hand and they moved toward the bed. Eileen could not help but notice the contrast of her delicate pale hand wrapped in his oversized black fingers. 

Standing next to the bed the pair intertwined in a long kiss. Their hands cautiously exploring each others bodies. Eileen's ambition for the night was being realized. Pausing from their kiss, desire and uncertainly radiated between them. The room was quiet as they stood breathing heavily together. "Can I go down on you" Eileen asked coyly, the look in Mike's eyes was all the approval she needed. 

Moving boldly Eileen put her hand on the bugle beneath Mike's shorts. Her eyes widened as she tried to estimate the size of his penis. She moved her hand down the shape of his manhood and looked up to his face with her wide eyes. Their gazes met. His eyes eagerly encouraged her to proceed and he reenforced the message by unzipping his fly. Carefully Eileen reach into his shorts and released seven inches of thick, semi-hard black cock. There was a pause as reality set in for both of the teens. Growing harder and more eager Mike took his large tool in his hand and offered it to Eileen. 

Being the good student that she was, Eileen had watched more than one porno movie to ensure that she knew how to perform. The movies had not prepared her for Mike. She wondered if she should have watched movies that featured black guys. She wrapped her small hand around his large black penis. His dark skin was smooth and the texture of his thick veins felt sensual on her innocent fingers. 

Eileen opened her mouth and took in his thick round head. The shape resembled a small tennis ball. It seemed to grow in her mouth, and she felt his shaft harden in her hand. She could not fathom how it was possible but his already overwhelming penis continued to lengthen as she coated it with her saliva. 

Carefully observing his body language and responding to each subtle cue Eileen tried her best to deliver the type of pleasure she had viewed online. Mike ran his hands through her hair and motioned her head toward him as he moaned. Eileen wondered if Mike could sense her knees and jaw tiring as he gently placed his hand under her chin and motioned her to rise. 

Eileen unclasped her bra allowing Mike an unobstructed view of her hard, dime sized brown nipples. Mike positioned Eileen in front of the bed and lowered her onto her pink flowered sheets. Eileen lay on her bed shivering with anticipation as Mike slowly explored her body with his tongue. He devoured her perfect round breasts like a thrilling new treat. 

Making eye contact to confirm approval, Mike hooked the sides of Eileen's panties with his thumbs and slid them down. For a moment Eileen felt a rush of vulnerability. The feeling faded as Mike parted her legs and positioned his fully erect manhood at her carefully trimmed opening. 

Their combined innocence rushed through her mind and she wondered if she should get a condom from her bedside table. His penis was enormous, she doubted the condom would even fit. She had never imagined semen inside of her. When she watched dirty movies, semen leaking out of women was gross and demeaning. In that moment Eileen craved nothing more than to feel his smooth bare skin against hers. 

She relaxed her legs and pulled Mike toward her. The wetness helped his thick manhood inch between the smooth milky folds of her unexplored womanhood. Eileen grimaced from the discomfort, tears formed at the edge of her eyes. Eileen noted the look of conflict in Mike's eyes as he cautiously explored her. Her tightness was stimulating Mike and every ounce of his instinct wanted to drive into her with all of his strength. Instead Mike gazed into her eyes and gently worked his penis more deeply inside of her. Eileen reached her hands to his cheeks and pulled his lips to her. The pair kissed softly as they adjusted to each others bodies. 

Eileen, the over achiever that she was, pulled him close and whispered playfully in his ear, "fuck me." It sounded like a line from a porn and it probably was, but she wanted him to feel good. It took three strong thrusts to finally enter her fully. Her body pulsed with euphoria and she bit her lip to prevent the entire party from hearing her screams. 

Mike was clumsy and each thrust seemed to drive more deeply into her. Eileen glowed and her cheeks flushed with emotion knowing that she had made the right choice. Wrapped in lust, Eileen eagerly played her role scratching at his back and biting at his shoulder as he found his rhythm sliding in and out of her. His bare skin felt better than she imagined and Eileen felt surprised to hear herself verbalizing her most dirty thoughts. 

Out of breath from the intensity of the action Mike panted "I'm going to cum soon." The tone of his voice inferred that he was asking for permission or guidance. Eileen approved and her voice rang of urgency as she moaned out "from behind, from behind."

It thrilled Eileen to give up control and the instruction was all Mike needed to hear. Like a far more experienced lover than he was, Mike repositioned her leg and rolled her over onto her stomach without his long shaft leaving her tight body. Gripping her slim runners ass, Mike looked at his dark black penis stretching her white flesh and with almost primal instinct he drove himself into Eileen. 

Her face buried in the pillow, Eileen clenched her teeth on a mouth full of cotton to avoid screaming out. Mike's gigantic tool was pushing against her insides, each powerful movement taking her breath away. Eileen wanted to yell out for him to stop. Her body felt like it couldn't take any more but an electric tingling radiated from every inch of her insides out to the tips of her fingers and toes. Mike thrust roughly and Eileen arched her back, willing to take anything for his enjoyment. 

As his movements became harder and more erratic Eileen knew Mike was going to finish. That thought combined with the unpredictable movements inside of her her set off a chain reaction. Eileen's body involuntarily began to straighten and twist as she was consumed by her orgasm. Trying to hold onto her was too much for Mike and he began to release his semen deep inside of her. Each powerful contractions of his shaft filled her more with his fluids.

Black on white their sweaty naked bodies collapsed onto the bed. His large softening penis still deep inside of Eileen. Mike stayed on top of her until is softening cock finally slid out. Eileen felt his thick semen leaking from her body - instead of feeling grossed out Eileen felt a wave of giddiness. 

Eileen felt like a woman. Mike kissed her gently on the back of the neck and rolled off of her. Eileen wondered if mistakes always felt so good.



Eileen



The brakes screeched and the car bounced on the tracks as they pulled into the station once more. Rocky's entire body felt scorched where she touched him. 

"Let me see you again," he said once they were back on the sidewalk.

"Here's my number." 

The scrap of paper she handed him was priceless in that moment, his only link to Eileen once she walked away. Green eyes, before filled with tears, stared into his. One last kiss and she disappeared into the morning crowd. Rocky reached out, his hand touching empty space. 

Tucking the paper into his wallet, Rocky made his way to the parking lot behind Keb's Bar for his car. He couldn't stop thinking of the sad redhead the entire drive home. Even after spending the night on the subway train together, he really knew little about her. Satisfied that he had time to explore her in the future, Rocky parked in the garage and went inside his house. First, he needed some sleep, and then he would call Eileen. 

**** 

Two weeks later, Rocky slammed the phone down. Every day he had called her, and each time was the same thing—nobody was home. 

Friday night Rocky once again joined his friends at Keb's Bar. Laughing and talking, they waited for the band to begin playing. Several people danced to the piped-in blues music heard from huge speakers hung all over the room. 

"Hey Rocky, whatever happened to that girl at the end of the bar who was sittin' all alone, havin' herself a real good cry?" Marco asked. 

"Her name was Eileen," Rocky said, thinking about riding the subway train with her that night. "I never saw her again." 

****

Each day was a struggle for Eileen as she tried to find the strength to make her life better. Five days after he had left, Frank showed up.

"What do you think you're doing?" Eileen demanded.

"I live here, remember?"

"You packed your stuff and walked out, Frank. How crazy do you think I am if I let you come back after what you did?"

"Don't get all righteous on me, Eileen. What would you do if you knew I kept something from another woman?" 

"That's not even relevant, Frank, and you know it. Billy is a girl, and the gift was from when I was a kid. You had no ri—"

"Bull crap! You're my woman, that gives me every right," Frank yelled.

Jerking the refrigerator open, he shoved bottles and containers around until he found a can of beer in the back. Slamming the door shut, he glared at Eileen and left the room. 

Eileen paced the length of the kitchen. She had done a lot of thinking over the past few days, but changing the locks on the doors had never occurred to her. When Frank left, she never expected him back. 

"What's for dinner? I'm hungry!"

Stopping mid-stride, Eileen wanted to scream at him to get out. Every instinct in her said if she did, she would regret the decision. Resigned to having Frank there until she could figure out a better solution, she opened the freezer. 

Forty-five minutes later she was serving Frank his favorite meal of cheeseburgers, corn, chips, and fruit. One thing about Frank, he wasn't hard to please when it came to food. Too bad everything else wasn't as easy, she thought as she cleaned the kitchen.

Images of dark brown eyes appeared in the sudsy dishwater. Sweet Rocky, so attentive and intuitive. She felt bad about giving him the number for an out-of-business restaurant. Yet, she wasn't ready then to get involved with someone new. 

"I need more beer."

Frank's demand broke into that night's subway right memories. Drying her hands on a towel, she turned to face the man she once thought would become her husband.

"You aren't moving back in here, Frank."

"This is my place, not yours. If you don't like my company, leave. In fact, I'll hold the door for you," he said, sneering at her.

"You're despicable, you know that? I'm going to bed."

His jeering laugh followed her all the way up the stairs. Grabbing some respectable pajamas, Eileen went into the bathroom and locked the door. A quick shower helped to relax and calm her down. As she pulled the blanket back on the bed, she realized Frank would expect to sleep there as well. Taking her pillow and her robe, she went into the spare bedroom and shut the door.

Dreaming of riding the subway train, Eileen mumbled in her sleep. When she shivered, Rocky was there to keep her warm. His words comforted her, his wisdom obvious. Dark skies and rain greeted her when she woke. She snuggled into the blankets and thought about the kind stranger she had been with that one night. 

"Are you staying in there all day? I can't find any coffee."

The reality of her life broke into the pleasant memories at the sound of Frank's voice. First rattling the doorknob, and then pounding on the wooden frame, his irritation at not getting inside the bedroom soon became obvious.

"Damn you, Eileen. Open this door right now. Who the hell said you could sleep in there anyway? Get out here and make my coffee."

Wondering when her life had fallen apart, Eileen slid out of bed and pulled her robe on. She and Frank needed to talk, that much was plain to see. 

"Good morning to you too," she said when she opened the door. "Speak a bit kinder to me; I might be more apt to listen."

Shocked at her commanding tone, Frank swallowed his reply. He followed her into the kitchen and sat down. Eileen appeared calm and unaffected. 

"Let's be adults and talk about this, Frank."

"There's nothing more to say. This is my house, and I'm staying. Unless you're hiding anything else from me, we can go on from here."

"I see. So you think I should forget what you did and said last week," she replied.

"People have little spats all the time, Eileen. They argue and move on."

"You shattered every one of my angel figurines instead of listening to me. Instead of trusting me, you thought I cheated on you. That was so wrong."

"If you even think of cheating again, you'll be sorry."

One word in the threat screamed out at her. Eileen stared at Frank, wondering if he even realized what he had said.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. If you ever cheat on me, you're go—"

"That's not what you said the first time."

"Don't get picky, Eileen. You know what I'm saying."

"Yes, I think I do," she said, walking toward the living room.

"Hey, don't you leave when I'm talking to you!"

"This discussion is over, Frank."

"Damn you anyway, then. Get out of my sight. Your cheating ass makes me sick."

Head high and back straight, Eileen never flinched at the accusation. She went into their room and picked out a clean outfit. Once in the bathroom, she locked the door and let the tears fall. After a long shower, she covered any remaining traces of her crying spell with make-up. Then she took a deep breath and went to face Frank. 

"You know, Frank, honesty is important in any relationship. A true commitment to each other is vital to making it all work. I never lied to you. That you could even think I cheated says something isn't right," she said when she found him still in the kitchen.

"What the hell are you getting at?" 

"Maybe I wanted marriage and a family so much I overlooked the flaws before. No more, Frank. I can't forget what you did."

"You're making no sense, Eileen. No one is perfect. If you think someone out there is, then go find him."

A brief image of Rocky fluttered through her mind at Frank's words. After spending just one night riding the subway train with him, she knew Rocky was honest. 

"I'll be staying in the spare bedroom until I can find my own place. Until then, leave me alone."

"The hell I will! As long as you're living in my house, I make the rules," Frank hissed, moving to within inches of her. 

Eileen took a step back and ran from the room. Grabbing her purse, she got into her car and took off. Through her tears, she saw the sign for the subway station. Without hesitating, she pulled into a parking space. 

Riding the subway train all night long, Eileen thought about Rocky. Precious hours spent with a stranger. Dark brown eyes full of compassion and wisdom when they looked at her. Burning with desire, she remembered the sweet kisses goodbye in the morning light. 

Falling asleep, nightmares of Frank took over her mind. In them, he took out his anger on her instead of the angel figurines. Escaping his fury was impossible. 

"Miss, are you all right?"

The strange voice penetrated through the thick fog clouding her mind. Jerking awake, Eileen saw an elderly man staring at her with concern in his brown eyes.

"Do you need medical help?"

"No, I, ah, I fell asleep and had a bad dream," Eileen replied.

"I hope you didn't miss your stop."

"No, I have nowhere to go."

"That doesn't sound right for a pretty young lady to say. If you want to talk, I'm a good listener. My friends call me Mo," he said.

Studying the man closer, she sighed. "Have you ever been in love, Mo?"

*****

Based on the lyrics "Eileen" by Keb' Mo'